I Need Your Help
Disclaimer: I own nothing, which is a shame, because I could really use the money.
Author's Note: So, I've been watching Demons. It started with me watching because the rest of my family were watching it. I thought it was odd. It grew on me. It's so corny that I just got sucked in.
And I got to writing for it. I couldn't help it.
This is a sort of missing scene from the last episode 'Nothing Like Nebraska' before Ruby and Mina go to see the psychic.
Oh, and I'm sorry, apparently I can't write fanfic in anything but second person any more. Go figure…
You can't believe you're here, about to ask her for help. You almost didn't come, thinking that you could handle Luke and whatever was going on in his head.
When you gave the taxi driver the address he gave you a look. You could almost hear him thinking "what's a girl from the estates doing heading up there". You know you could have gone by bus but you needed to get there now. So taxi it was. The driver was a weird one anyway, you would have had enough for the full fare if he'd just given you time to sort out the change from the bottom of your bag. You would have found the last two pounds eventually. But he waved it off with a brusque "go on, forget about it." With an American accent he would have sounded positively Galvinesque.
Despite the urgency of the journey here, and the fact that you spent eight pounds in the process, you hesitate at the gate. Glad that there's no risk of her looking out the window and spying you standing there, chewing your thumbnail and trying to decide if there is any other way you can do this; a way which doesn't involve her.
You know that there isn't. In ordinary circumstances – a ridiculous thought, what's 'ordinary' these days? – you would call on Galvin for help, get him to talk to Luke. But apparently Galvin's not to be trusted which leaves only one person. You're not sure you can trust her either but you're running out of options now and you can't stand seeing Luke this way.
Impulsively you fling the gate open, hearing it swing to behind you clatter against the gate post. You suspect that this will have alerted her to your presence but if she is aware of you, she doesn't approach the door until you ring the bell. The moments seem to stretch on and on as you hear the bell chiming throughout the house. Then you find yourself standing just a little too close to the door, straining to hear some sound of movement within.
When the door does swing open, it takes you by surprise and you make a small hop backwards, trying to find the words to explain why you are here.
"Yes?" She is gazing right through you, although her tone tells you that she knows who it is.
You take a deep breath, as though the words you intend to utter are going to sting. "Mina. I need your help."