Characters: Bes, Seth, Meri, Tyler Date/Time: March 20, 2013 Location: From Bes' place to the Fizzini Compound Rating: PG to PG-13 Warnings: Occasional cursing Summary: Tyler goes to take Bes to the compound.
Tyler picked up his phone and called Bes' phone number.
"I know. Believe me. I'm ready to spit nails, too, and I'm not even... Well, you know." He looked down at his hands in his lap and closed them into fists, squeezing hard. "But that's why I needed to get to the compound. I'm at least thinking straight, even if I have trouble walking straight. Between us all, we'll make this right."
"Right. Me, too... Especially since I'm probably going to have to fly out to Vegas. Maybe by this evening. I don't know... Shit, at least I paid down my credit card last month."
It was a weak attempt at a joke but it was a very real concern. It had occurred to him that, out of the remaining Egyptians in New York, he was the most likely to be safe heading to meet Bastet at their epicenter.
"I've heard talk about Vegas, but a date hadn't been set for going. Looks like the trip's going to have to be moved up," Tyler said, thinking aloud. "We're almost there."
Tyler had barely parked the car before Bes had his hands tangling in his seat belt, quickly undoing it. He almost tripped in his haste to exit but he caught himself with a ridiculous hop and skip. Then he ducked back to snap up his bag from inside the car. "Right. Graceful."
"Yep, she probably heard me tripping." Bes reached out to run a big hand over the top of Meri's head, smoothing already smooth hair, but he retreated almost immediately as if worried he might hurt her with his own clumsiness. "Hey, kiddo. Have you been keeping your Daddy out of trouble?"
"I think it would be a great idea." It was with a grateful sigh that he followed the young girl. He claimed his seat so quickly that he almost slid off it and a sharp laugh escaped him. "Right. Story of my day, guys."
Then he shook his head. "Okay. So we've got a rescue mission to stage and a problem to fix and it looks like Vegas is the place to go for both."
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Date: 2013-03-22 05:38 am (UTC)It was a weak attempt at a joke but it was a very real concern. It had occurred to him that, out of the remaining Egyptians in New York, he was the most likely to be safe heading to meet Bastet at their epicenter.
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Date: 2013-03-22 06:41 am (UTC)Tyler had barely parked the car before Bes had his hands tangling in his seat belt, quickly undoing it. He almost tripped in his haste to exit but he caught himself with a ridiculous hop and skip. Then he ducked back to snap up his bag from inside the car. "Right. Graceful."
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Date: 2013-03-22 06:58 am (UTC)Tyler led him up to the door, giving it a ring. A pitter-patter of feet came running to the door before they were abruptly halted.
"Whoa there, meri. It might not be, Tyler. It could be somemone whose intentions aren't good, so I'll answer the door. You stay behind me."
"Daddy!" came an indignant girl's voice.
"Now, now, there is no need for yelling." The door opens, revealing Seth and Meri. "Oh good, it is Tyler and Bes."
"I TOLD you, Daddy!"
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Date: 2013-03-22 07:22 am (UTC)Then he shook his head. "Okay. So we've got a rescue mission to stage and a problem to fix and it looks like Vegas is the place to go for both."
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Date: 2013-03-22 07:33 am (UTC)"Yes, yes that's right. I'm going to try and use Skype so Bastet can talk to us. I hope it gets through, I have no guarantee it will."
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