Demon
Summary: Demons after Fi trap her family in a familiar virtual world. While Molly and Jack try to stay alive, Fi and the rest of the rescue party go after them into the internet itself.
A/N: And here I am again, starting another So Weird epic. When will I ever learn? Apparently not now, as I've once again been bitten by the So Weird bug and won't get over it until I post another fifteen or sixteen chapter story. Actually I don't really know how long this is going to be. Yet last time I swore it wasn't going to be long and it ended up longer than my first one, so who knows.
But anyways, this is my take on what would have been the original Season 3 opener. I also do have a rough sketch in my head of what the entire season would be like…okay, really maybe the next couple of seasons…but there's no way I'm doing that. Sorry kids, unless I go completely nuts (which could happen, not gonna lie) this is all you're getting. However I will try to wrap up what I came up with in this story.
All that said, on with the prologue.
Prologue
They walked back in silence.
Tears ran down Fi's cheeks. She'd started crying again after realizing how close she'd come to falling to her death. The elation of finally talking to her father ebbed somewhat when she started replaying the incident in her head, seeing the demon's three faces that she was sure would haunt her memory for years to come. In all her experiences, all her encounters, she'd never faced something that so outright wanted to kill her that it would lure her to the top of a Manhattan roof…
Her eyes widened as she glanced at her aunt to her left. Those messages…why would they have been sent by her father when she'd ended up almost killed? Why would he have told them to meet him on a rooftop? Did he intend to meet them there, but then the demon intercepted? It was a possibility, but her dad had said that he could only see her in times of great danger. The only reasoning that worked out in Fi's head was that the demon found out about the code and channeled Aunt Rachel to make them think her father was sending the messages.
She cursed herself for being so stupid, for being so excited about the mere possibility of contact from her father that she didn't think of all angles. But to be fair, she had no way of knowing that a specific demon was out to get her. And she did have a habit of being reckless when it came to paranormal investigations.
A habit she was now determined to break.
Meanwhile, Jack and Rachel were each lost in their own, different thoughts.
Jack was overwhelmed with guilt and self loathing. He should've been there earlier…should've…should've…should've done something other than stare up from the top floor window in complete horror while his baby sister dangled from a rooftop. As her older brother, he was her protector. Well, he did a lousy of job of that, didn't he? She was about to fall and he hadn't been able to pull her back up.
His father had to step in instead.
Yes, he admitted to himself that his father had been there in spirit. He'd…he'd felt the familiar presence. Now, this was not saying that Jack had come around full circle and turned into a believer in the paranormal. But he couldn't deny Rick's presence, and wouldn't when Fi surely mentioned it later. It was the least he could do after he wasn't there for her.
Her whole body shaking, Rachel tried to make sense of what happened. After all, she was a lawyer. It was her profession to fit together a plausible sequence of events that worked in her favor…or, in this case, at least added up to form a reasonable picture.
See, unlike Fi or even Jack, she wasn't used to this. She hadn't experienced anything paranormal since the times when Rick would ask for her help. And he had. Sometimes he'd drag her along on ghost hunts or whatever hunts because he claimed she made him mentally stronger. She'd looked at him like he was insane back then…but she usually went anyway. They were chances to spend time with her "older" brother, occurrences that became fewer and farther between in the later years.
And now here she was, chasing messages she'd "channeled" herself. How had she done that, anyway? Did that make her some kind of medium?
Oh, God, she was losing it.
Post traumatic stress disorder, that was it. She was in shock after watching her niece come close to death. That was certainly understandable.
Back to figuring out what happened…okay, first, the door mysteriously slammed shut after her, locking Fi on the roof. Jack came out of nowhere and demanded to know what was going on. They heard a scream from Fi and dashed to the window on the lower floor's landing and look out…
Only to be more shocked and horrified than they'd ever been in their lives.
Who was she kidding? None of this made any sense, and none of it ever would.
They came to stand in front of the studio building's door. The trio watched while people went in and out, going into elevators or choosing to climb the stairs, approaching the front desk for information.
Rachel, Jack and Fiona shared overwhelmed glances. How could everyone still act so normal when their own lives had been turned upside down?
Rachel had seen the supernatural at work.
Jack had failed as his sister's protector.
And Fiona had the knowledge that a demon wanted her dead.
