Jake had had clients before. All sorts of cases. From your average poltergeist or restless spirit to a full-on possession. From all sorts of people. Rich and poor, from male models to timid little librarians. But he had prayed to God that he would never see the girl before him come to him with a demon problem.

Jane. Quiet, meek, adorable little Jane. Tears ran down her face from eyes magnified by thick glasses. Damn it all. Before she could open her mouth, Jake was upon her, his arms holding her close. She gripped him, sobbing quietly. He let her do so, knowing that anything that made her cry like this was going to the furthest, most painful level of hell he could get it to. He barely noticed that Jane had started talking, but listened in.

"J-J-J-Jake, y-you know what an i-i-incubus is, right? What am I-I saying, of c-course you do." As soon as the first sentence was out, Jake's fists were clenched. There were only a few incubi in the city that he knew of. They were all too powerful to take on for any other reason. God help him now, whichever one it was. Jane was still speaking, and he tuned back in, shaking his head.

"...Th-the club downtown, C-Club Halo. H-he did something to me a-and then he..." She gestured vaguely, trembling and looking away from him. As soon as she had said the name, Jake was tense. Club Halo. A popular demon crawl, for sure, but he only knew of one incubus that frequented there. He owned the club, really.

Dirk Strider. That was his human alias, anyways. Jake shook, in anger and fear. Mostly anger. Strider only preyed on boys, he thought. He also thought that he knew why Dirk was doing this. Jake and the demon had gone toe-to-toe before, but had been evenly matched, both of them barely getting away with their lives. Jake had been preparing for this, but he supposed Dirk would have, too. And that's why he did this to Jane.

Jake was livid. He put a finger to Jane's lips, cutting off her blubbering apologies and explanations.

"Jane, I swear to you, that creep is going to be back in hell for a long, long time when I'm through with him."

Jane sniffled, nodding and hugging him tightly. He patted her head gently.

"I will need your help, though, Janey." She looked up at him in surprise, and he blushed a little.

"I-I need you to find me something to go clubbing in... S-something risque and noticable, okay?"

Jane was dumbfounded, and licked her lips, holding back a panicked, hysterical giggle. She must still be in shock, Jake figured. The next thing he said was an impulse, an attempt to make her feel better.

"And I'll buy you lunch," he blurted. Jane was surprised again, but smiled and nodded. Jake walked her out to his car, and they did exactly as he said, going to lunch and then buying him a suitably slutty outfit for that night. Jake hated it, and knew he was going to salt and burn it when he was done anyways.

Tight, leather pants cupped him uncomfortably, making both his bulge and his ass stand out. Then, a fishnet shirt. It was the most ridiculous thing Jake had ever seen. Completely pointless, and it didn't even look sexy. Then came a studded leather collar. It constantly felt too tight, no matter how loose Jake wore it. A fake tongue piercing, which made Jake's tongue feel heavy and just felt wrong. It would hinder him if he had to do an exorcism, but he could get it off without too much effort. Then there were bracelets. So many bracelets. From tiny, thin leather strips that looked like they would break if he looked at them sternly to huge padded things that looked like gauntlets. He... Actually liked those ones, since they had a detailed cross on them and the leather was thick. Furthermore, he discovered upon closer inspection that the small studs covering them were iron. They were practically made for a hunter.

When Jake had paid for his ridiculous clothes, as well as some eyeliner that Jane had suggested, blushing, he walked with her to his car. As they went, she kept her arm looped around his. Jake supposed that it was probably due to her still being scared, and him being the only person who could protect her. He still blushed, though, letting himself have a private smile.

Jake brought Jane with him back to his apartment, so she could help him prepare. Also, his apartment was probably the only place she could truly feel secure. Anyone who didn't know him would think he was some sort of devil worshiper, but Jane knew him. Everything in his house was for protection. Hell, he needed it.

Especially after what happened to his partners. He grimaced, shoving the memory to the side. It was still a pretty fresh wound. He unlocked the door to his apartment. Jane went in, settling herself down. He kept a blanket tossed over the back of the couch she was sitting on, and he pulled it off now, wrapping it around Jane's shoulders. He paused for a moment, then kissed the top of her head, gentle and caring. Jane looked up at him, as he turned away, blushing again, to get the weapons and things he would need for the fight with the incubus.

When he came back out of his room, Jane was curled up on the couch, her head on a pillow and her eyes closed. There were tear stains on her face and the pillow, even if it appeared that she was asleep now. Jake scowled. Strider was going to pay for hurting the poor girl. Jake went to grab for the bag of the awful clothes Jane had helped him pick, but something made him stop.

Call it chivalry, but he couldn't leave her like this. Not now. Jake sighed, edging his arms under Jane. With a light grunt, he picked her up, carrying her bridal style to his room. He laid her on his bed, which was little more than a mattress and boxspring on the ground. But it was neat, clean, and more comfortable for a lady than the couch. He draped his blanket around her, placing a hand on her head. After a couple moments, he lowered his head and whispered to her.

"God bless you, Jane Crocker..."

He turned to go, but a soft noise and a softer grip on his arm made him pause and turn back to her. Jane was awake, looking up at him.

"Don't leave me...?"

Jake nodded, and kicked his boots off, as well as pulling off his belt. He crawled onto the bed, sitting up with his back against the wall. Jane wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his stomach. It was so sweet, and Jake smiled, stroking her hair gently. She sighed when his hand moved down to rub her back with gentle strokes.

Author's Note:
So, welcome to my new fanfic! I hope I can draw you in, my lovelies~ Drop us a review if you like! ((maybe a link to some fanart of Jake in his clubbing outfit, eh? Eh?))