★ 14 [Video] Nothing to see here. No really

[mightbeconcussed]

Hardison, Sam, Keats please make a sign and put it around your neck that says Lucy's friend. Don't even ask. Just please.

[She adjusts the video camera. She's sitting on a very white couch wearing a man's button down shirt. Her legs are crossed, feet tucked under her. She puts her elbows on her knees and rests her chin in her hands]

SO

Zombie sheep. Personally I call bullshit. There's no such thing as zombie sheep. I watched 28 Days and Dawn of the Dead. The animals got eaten not infected. Also what happened to like voo doo zombies? You know raised by...some character in a book that sleeps with lots of vampires and werewolves. No I don't know how sex with vampires and werewolves have anything to do with raising the dead but neither does anyone else. Bella Swan should be all set. And technically are they zombies if they were never dead? Isn't that part of the whole mythology? They die or get half eaten and then they rise and wander around all zombiefied.

Also zombies don't talk. They moan and shuffle and make noises. I used to be obsessed with them in high school. I watched lots of zombie movies.

And how smart are these zombie sheep? And the people being infected? I mean...if we're not following movie rules then how do we know that the pizza guy knocking on the apartment door doesn't really want to eat our brains or hearts or whatever it is.

Cas, I know you're all wing boy but be careful. You might need a sign too.

Harry, this is me rambling at everyone but you jsyk.

[And she'll continue rambling until someone interrupts her. Really]

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[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Didn't have much fun, did ye?" He asked the question softly. Keats had been a guardian for the underworld long enough, a guard for a young girl long enough that he supposed it was almost a sixth sense. "Promise never again alone?"

Keats could turn into a monster when he was stressed, and even he didn't want to go down there alone. "Just not a safe place."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"No," Lucy admitted softly. She got out a cutting board and moved to the fridge for vegetables. She didn't answer until she had the knife out and she was chopping things.

"More like promise never alone for anything ever again."

It was more than she'd confessed to anyone. Even she and Castiel hadn't talked about what had happened. He'd just healed her bruises and she'd let him know this hadn't been Harry's fault.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a hug. "Don't worry so much. Most of the people up here are right nice folk."

He looked around as though he was a little worried that someone else would hear him. "I mean, you can always ask me along. I'm... only sort of a writer."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy hugged back because hugs are always a good thing in her book and for all her appearances at 'normal' she's more upset about what happened then she was saying.

"How can you only be sort of a writer?" she asked when she pulled away a little.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"I thought I was a writer, for... oh, about eight years." Keats dropped the chips into the oven and sat himself on the kitchen counter. "Sometimes emotions get a lot of strength, ye know? People's fears, people's joys, they can have a great deal of power. The afterlife is what you think it will be. And I'm sort of a... product of that I suppose?" He took a last swig of the beer and tossed it into the appropriate bin.

"The short of it is that I'm an imaginary friend whose job it is to look after people. It sounds best that way at least." He then hopped off the counter, grabbed a second beer and began inspecting the distractions available to help truly cheer up Lucy. "So, that means that I'd be a real shitty invisible friend if I let you worry too much about things ye canno help."

Ahhh, there were the DVDs.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy just stared at Keats for a few seconds. Give her a minute. Finally she starts laughing.

"O M G, So...I have an imaginary friend who can drink with me and give hugs and make chips?"

Another pause.

"And everyone can see you? Or just me or...I mean obviously you're not personally my imaginary friend because my imaginary friends never had an Irish accent. You're like the--I don't know--every imaginary friend ever."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

He thought a moment, for just a second as if it was offensive. Then, however, he began to laugh deep in his chest. "Lucy, that was... brilliant, love."

He turned to her and shrugged. "I... like to think of myself as real. Everyone can see me, everyone can talk to me. Just... you know, instead of a family I come from the minds of very strange Irish children."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" she beamed, obviously proud of herself. "That makes you real then. At least as real anyone else in this city. Why were they strange?"

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Herve was dying and... well... Ellen is Ellen. I was her guardian for quite some time."

He pulled out a collection of DVDs, including SpaceBalls. "Are you sure you're alright?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy shrugged a little in answer. She liked when they were focusing on something besides what happened to her. "You mean besides the act that I'm considering never going anywhere alone?" She smirked a little and got out ground beef to brown in a skillet. "Harry saved me before anything really bad could happen and Castiel healed all my bruises."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats frowned. "Don't worry so much. The city itself is usually fine. And if you need anything, ye can call me."

He didn't need to talk about zombies or anything like that. "We take care of our own. Hell, we even got a superhero, Captain Hammer."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Who needs a superhero, Keats. I've got an angel, Harry and a not-really-imaginary friend to save me," she teased him fondly.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

He chuckled. "Well, that's an excellent point. Though I do believe you sell yourself a little short. You've got a wonderful sense of adventure. I appreciate that."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Yeah but it's the kind of adventure that I don't usually need saving from," Lucy tells him as she finishes up putting dinner together and puts it in the oven.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Well, we could work on that a bit? Do some working out? I bet you have a killer left hook." He flopped to the couch and nodded to her.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy laughed at his suggestion and flopped down on the couch next to him. "You're going to teach me to fight?"

Because this idea has appeal but it also makes her laugh as in general, she's pretty clumsy.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's mostly luck, Lucy." Keats admits. "Ye just have to get in there fast enough to get someone to back off. Trust me, I'm not exactly the intimidating sort, now am I?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy arches an eyebrow at Keats and hesitates a second trying to decide how much she wants to say on the Master and reveal things that have happened.

"No, but I don't know if I'm the best judge of what's intimidating or not. I'm living with Harry." She pauses and then because it needs to be said. "And I'm not scared of him. He makes me feel safe."

You know the guy who admitted to eating people publicly while he was crazy and who (thank you City) still has crazy spells in which he does not eat Lucy but needed signs on her friends so he wouldn't bite them during the zombie curse.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

"And what's so dangerous about Harry?" Keats asked. It was a nice place to be instead of outside with sheep.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy bites her bottom lip hard. She knows there are a lot of people who don't see Harry favorably for good (to anyone else) reason. She doesn't want to have Keats giving her worried looks and inquiring to her safety as well.

"I'm not sure but the vampire in the Underground was--respected his power enough that he let me go without any kind of fight breaking out."

Another pause because that's not the part of this that she's worried about. "Harold Saxon aka The Master. He was arrested a few weeks ago."

Whether Keats pays attention to things like that or not, Lucy doesn't know. Of course it probably doesn't help that she's making him drag it out of her bit by bit.

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats arched an eyebrow. Certainly a powerful ally would be a good thing for Lucy, she did need protection. "Lucy, one thing I've learned is appearances are deceiving and as long as he's friendly with you, a Vampire of any variety is fine by me."

Keats himself had been able to avoid all of law enforcement and he was happy about that. "Arrested, eh?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"Harry is great to me. He's not a vampire though. He's, as he tells me when I don't call him for things like going to look for my mother in the Underground, 'a very powerful Time Lord for whatever I'd like to think of him as'."

Right the arrest thing. "He was cleared. They didn't have any evidence on him and he was sort of crazy at the time. He's better now though. Except he's sort of crazy again because the sheep bit him and he's running around avoiding eating me. That's why I wanted you to wear a sign around your neck that said you were my friend. He's going to try to avoid eating my friends as well."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats made a pained face. "Oi... a zombie curse?" Well that explained everything. "Well that can't be helped, ye know? Everyone ends up getting quirks with the curses fly'n about."

'Time Lord' sounded interesting. It could either be puffed up, or amazing. "I would verymuch like to interview Harry. Do you think he'd mind?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Technically she's pretty sure it's closer to a rabies curse but zombies are more fun. You've got all the pop culture references to work with.

"I don't know you'd have to ask. He might not mind as long as you focused on the Time Lord parts and not the 'went crazy and ate some people' parts."

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Keats laughed, though what that said about his mental state was left to be figured. "I'm not interested about eating people. Mostly interested in other things, like what a Time Lord is."