Jeremy sighed.
"Clay, would you please take a deep breath and calm down?"
"Jer, fivedays, FIVE days to live and she's not even conscious. We don't even know what to do!"
Adam, paling at the entrance of this muscled panic, regained enough control of his senses to mutter "Slightly less, now you're stopping Jeremy's line of thought."
"What did you say?" Clay asked interrogatively, pinning Adam against the wall with a single swipe of his arm.
"Enough." Jeremy commented, calming the werewolf with one simple world.
Clay released his hand from around Adam's neck, stomping over to Elena and resumed dabbing her head with the wet cloth he'd left beside her, scowling all the way.
Adam slumped to the floor, rubbing his neck where Clay had pushed against his windpipe, sighing the whole time.
"So what you're saying," Clay mumbled, "is we have five days to cure her?"
"Yes." Jeremy sighed.
"And we have no idea how to?"
"Yes." Jeremy begrudgingly admitted.
"And you expect me to be CALM about this why?"
"Because," Jeremy calmly replied, "We have the best chance of curing her that anyone could."
"Adam, I'd like you to get on the phone to Paige and request her assistance immediately. I'm sure she has some historian friend or other that's helped her with research in the past. We need the best supernatural historian there is."
"And Pronto?" Nick uttered cheerily from the doorway.
"Nick...," Antonio sighed.
"You just got yourself a job mister." Adam laughed.
Nick turned to Jeremy, raising an eyebrow.
"Nick. Cut the crap," Clay muttered angrily.
"This is serious Nick," Antonio remarked, raising from his chair.
"Antonio will you take Nick.."
"And comb through the legacy?" Nick asked, "What good will that do?"
"No actually." Jeremy sighed. "Nick, I would like you to go with your father and get us everything that we need for an exorcism. Yes, I know it's shame-worthy but we should try everything. Be inconspicuous."
Nick and Antonio stood up slowly, Nick muttering all the way, though secretly pleased to be of assistance.
"Adam, before you go...?"
"How long would it take Paige and Lucas to get here?" Adam inquired.
"Just what I was about to ask."
"They hadn't heard from me so they booked Savannah a room at her friends house for the night and are currently on the Cortez plane and hating every minute of it. They should land in New York within an hour, and be here in about 2, tops." Adam smiled. "You can always count on Paige to be a worry wart." "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a call to make."
"What do you want me to do?" Clay asked, once all the others had left.
"For all that you could do, all that I really want to know is everything you have on the so-called Croatoan. Being an anthropologist, I assume it's something you might've taken interest in. Am I right?"
"When are you not?" Clay snapped, kissing Elena briefly on the cheek before standing up abruptly and making for the stairs.
"Oh and Clay?" Jeremy's voice echoed across the corridor.
"Yeah?" he asked, turning to face the bedraggled looking werewolf.
"I know you're worried, but please don't do anything rash."
"Yes, 'cause I'm a pesky kid," he muttered, presumingly to himself, "What is this, Scooby doo?"
As always, Jeremy's hearing picked up everything.
"No," Jeremy muttered as Clay walked off, slamming the library door behind him. "This is much more serious."
Author's note: Sorry I haven't update in a while, thanks to everyone who reads this and especially those who review. I should be updating this a couple of times soon, as I seem full of inspiration =
Hope you enjoy!