My Accidental Summoning

"Oh please Dr. Cox, as if I poured holy water over this stone a devil from Hell itself would actually appear out of nowhere." Elliot scoffed, her squeaky voice talking fast as per usual. "I thought you didn't believe in supernatural stuff, anyway?" She looked at him curiously. They were standing in an empty cathedral, after Carla had told them she had sensed something from in here. And she was right. A cursed, demonic stone was hidden in the walls. Elliot herself was the 'new chick' to this, so of course she was skeptical. She hadn't seen everything they had seen.

Perry growled. "I said I didn't believe in God, Barbie, not supernatural things." He glared at her fiercely with dark blue eyes. He motioned towards the smooth stone and the cup of holy water Elliot was holding in her hands. She gave him a confused look. "I don't care if that didn't make sense. Do nawt do it, Barbaroo, or I swear to blog you will regret it."

Carla decided to add her input. The Dominican nurse put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Elliot, honey, I think he's right. I don't usually believe in those things myself, but Dr. Cox isn't one to lie about something like this…" And she was right. As usual.

It wasn't easy being a doctor (or nurse, in Carla's case, and a surgeon, with Ghandi…) and a demon hunter. Especially, Perry thought as Elliot tauntingly hovered the holy water over the demonic stone. If most of them are idiots. "Barbie, don't test me." He warned, baring his teeth at her.

For once she was unaffected. "It's just a teeny-tiny little rock, Dr. Cox! What harm can it do?" She raised a feminine blonde eyebrow at him. She juggled the stone in one hand, while doing the same with the holy water in the other. The elder redhead snatched it out of her hand. "It's a cursed rock, Blondie. Think before you act!" He barked. She stepped back a little this time, but otherwise didn't react. He glared at her with googly dark blue eyes.

"Oh, and like you do, Mr. I-Have-The-Eyes-Of-A-Madman?" She retorted in that screechy voice of hers she only got when she was scared or angry, and she said it impossibly fast. Perry was used to this by now, and it only took him a second's pause to decode her meshed words.

"What the hell is it with people and saying I have crazy eyes--" The residency-director's growl was cut off as Elliot tripped over her own feet, the holy water spilling out of the cup and splattering onto the cursed stone. It began to glow radiantly, and Turk, who was standing off to the sides, had to put an arm in front of his face to make sure he wasn't blinded.

Shit. Perry cursed to himself. Shitshitshitshitshit.

The stone suddenly burst into flames, which a figure emerged from. It looked dark at first, but then color slowly seeped into it. He was younger than Perry, probably in his twenties. Do demons even age? He had no wrinkles, his skin fair and pale like alabaster. He also noted that he looked Jewish, which was ironic in a way.

He was wearing a black open jacket, gray T-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. His eyes were like blue crystals of ice. His pure raven black hair was in a style that vaguely reminded Perry of Scar from The Lion King.

Which probably wasn't a good thing.

All was silent as the four demon hunters/scientists stared in awe and shock at the newcomer. The demonic but-not-so-demonic-looking being just stared back, the lights hitting his face dramatically, making him look much darker. His glare could melt glaciers and yet freeze burning flames, glowing sinisterly, and Perry found himself unable to move, locked in the raven-haired man's gaze.

Then, suddenly, the whole room seemed to brighten as he smiled and waved childishly, "Hiya guys! You summoned?" The light was gone, and suddenly he looked more angelic than demonic. He positively glowed. His eyes were still bright, but the sharp, dangerous look in them had vanished completely.

Perry spluttered. He had never seen such a sexy… No! He snapped at himself. You can't think like that. Not now. This thing is a demon. You cannawt feel anything towards it besides hate. "W-we didn't summon you deliberately, I assure you." He finally managed to say, but not without a stutter. Turk looked at him oddly. The redhead couldn't blame him. He never went out of whack like this.

If the demon noticed his discomfort, he didn't show it. His smile only got wider. "Another accident? D'aw well. I'm here, so I might as well make the most of it." He slumped down into a seat, stretching his limbs. The group eyed him warily. The raven said casually, "The name's JD. Don't ask what it stands for. You won't like it."

Perry didn't doubt it at all. "…I'm Perry Cox." He said at last, the others giving him looks as if they thought he had gone mad. "These are my, and I say this reluctantly, partners. Carla Espinosa, Elliot Reid, and Chris Turk." He motioned towards each one individually as he introduced them. He didn't know why he had just given away their identities. Somehow he felt as if he could trust this demon, insane as it might sound.

JD merely nodded once to acknowledge them. Suddenly, he held out an open hand. There was a small flash of light, and a glass materialized in his hand. There was liquid in it. Wine? Perry wondered. "Appletini, anyone?" JD offered, raising the glass up for everyone to see. His smile was friendly. The fiery-haired man had never seen a smile so bright, it almost seemed flawless, but he knew better.

Perry blinked at him stupidly. Appletini? Who the hell drank appletinis?

JD's smile dropped a little bit. "…Nectarini, then?" he tried, the drink in his glass changing color to what Perry guessed was a nectarini, whatever the hell that was. When no one moved or made a sound, he raised the glass to his own lips and drank it. His Adam's apple bobbed as he drank the feminine beverage.

Perry had to resist the urge to shiver. Not with fear, but pleasure. Which disturbed him a bit. He wasn't supposed to be feeling these… things, dammit. He was straight as an arrow. Really.

JD looked around at all of them, the silence clearly bothering him. "So… heh, pretty quiet in here, huh?" He was frowning now, but he weakly attempted to smile again, but failed. "I know!" he cried out after a moment's pause. "It'll lighten up the mood for sure!"

He stood up, and Elliot took a step back. Her pale blue eyes were wide in fear and shock. JD clapped his hands together, grinning, and practically bounced in placed. Perry just stared.

What the hell is that idiot--

"HERE'S THE MAIL IT NEVER FAILS IT MAKES ME WANNA WAG MY TAIL WHEN IT COMES I WANNA WAIL--" The raven took a deep breath, "--MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL!" His voice echoed around the cathedral. He flailed his arms around as he sang the ridiculous song childishly.

Silence.

"W-what?" Perry couldn't help himself. He laughed. Hard. JD looked thrilled, though Perry couldn't figure out why.

"Blue's Clues!" Turk yelled out suddenly, a look of realization on his face. He was smiling widely as memories rushed through his mind. "I knew I recognized that song!" Carla looked at her husband oddly. Elliot looked frozen in place.

"OMG!" JD yelped, rushing over to the surgeon/hunter. "You watch it too?!" Turk nodded vigorously in response. Together, they bounced while yelling out random quotes from different children's shows, laughing loudly together, and Perry swore he heard a squeal or two.

Well, he thought. This is certainly an interesting development. During his hunter training, he had heard of a group of demons that were good and fought against their own kind to protect the human race, but they had all died long ago. Supposedly, one had survived, but to keep himself alive, he had surrendered to the King of Hell (AKA ol' Lucifer himself) and was forced to do his bidding. But, the first humans who summoned him were his masters forever.

That's why he, Carla, Elliot and Turk had come to the abandoned cathedral in the first place. They had received a tip that some evidence of The Last One's existence was hidden somewhere in there, and lo and behold, they had found a Summoning Stone, the smooth stone that Elliot had spilled Holy Water on before. It looked normal to the ones they usually found. Summoning Stones weren't that uncommon.

Apparently it was much different than the usual.

Elliot began to shake herself out of her stupor, while Carla looked unsure exactly what to think. Perry figured she had figured it out too.

I think… Perry thought, smiling to himself as he watched the ice-eyed demon practically frolic with Ghandi, …that we just found The Last One.

A/N: I would continue this, but the thing is, this was supposed to be the seventh chapter for My Musical Inspiration originally, but then it just morphed into something else entirely o.o I just thought of it as I typed. Seriously. I pulled this out of my ass just now. For now, this is a oneshot until I can figure out a proper storyline for this.