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So… Um, well… Summer. Djinn. Spell Ingredients. New update.

"In that warehouse. Are you sure?" Lucy checked her map again (handmade by Pearl herself) and nodded.

"In that warehouse lies a Djinn's lair."

"Are you ready for this?" Lucy nodded timidly. "If you're not, you can wait in the car."

"And let you go in by yourself? And let you get killed? I don't think so."

"I'll be fine. I've done it before."

"Shut up. I'm coming too."

"If you want to back out…"

"Is this because we're a couple now?" Lucy asked, slightly angry. "Is that why you're trying to protect me?"

"I'm always trying to protect you, Lucy."

"And I you. But you have to let me. Come on; let's take down a Djinni together."

"That sounds great." And they took each other's hands and marched into the building together. Of course, not marched. They tiptoed with Hunter stealth turned on high. Once inside, they found a lovely spot behind a crate and lurked. There it was, standing in the opening. Waiting. But waiting for what?

"What's it doing?" She whispered.

"Waiting."

"Wha- I can see that, thank you. But what's it waiting for?"

"I don't think I want to know. Let's just get this over with." But before they could do anything, they were grabbed from behind and pulled out to the clearing with the monster. They weren't discovered by other Djinn, though. They were found out by two other humans with blue eyes, entranced by the beast.

"I have not waited long for you," the Djinni hissed smugly, "your would-be arrival was made known to me through recently acquired channels. I was surprised, however, that Hunters knew of my presence here. I have made an intense effort to keep that information quiet."

"You can talk!" Sam exclaimed, not as excited as he'd hoped he sounded. "The last one of you I met wasn't so good in that department. I'm assuming it's one of the perks that come with those newly acquired channels."

"You would assume correctly."

"So what do you need us for?"

"I would ask you the same question."

"I'd just really like to harvest your scalp and use it in a spell. Nothing life-altering for you." That was a blatant lie, and everyone in control of their consciousness in the room knew that. The Djinni tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"No."

A sharp pain occurred in the base of both of their necks, but they didn't pass out or fall into a fantasy reality, like they should have. The blue liquid was administered into their bodies, and they were left, paralyzed, in the street. It was hours before anyone found them. Long, cold hours on the wet pavement, waiting. Many tears were shed from Lucy, until she eventually passed out on there. Sam lasted a bit longer, but soon enough the fatigue nagging on his mind won over. The last thing Lucy saw was the reflection of a streetlight on the cement. The last thing Sam saw was Lucy's brown curls, soaked in a water puddle.

*~N~*

Bright lights. Angry, bright, white lights were in her eyes. There was a murmur, like a fly buzzing, somewhere in the distance. Blurry faces. A man, with light brown hair was standing over her. He was speaking. No, the murmurs were coming from him, she deduced. But why couldn't she hear him? She needed to hear him. She could see his mouth moving, finally. The sound was coming back. The buzzing got louder and louder, until it was words. Words were progress, she thought.

"...And he found you in the street. I'm glad you're finally waking up. Can you tell me your name? You didn't have any identification on you. Neither did your friend." Friend? What friend? Who would I be with? And then it hit her. Sam!

"Where is he?" She shouted, bolting up from where she lay on a gurney. "Is he alright? What happened? Where'd he go?"

"Relax, relax. Lay back down." She stared at him like he had lost it. He laughed. "Lay down and I'll tell you everything I know. Everything I just told you, but I doubt you heard, judging by your current panic."

"Okay," she nodded. "Okay."

"Good. You're in an ambulance, on your way to the hospital. A man found you and your friend in the street, passed out due to some form of paralytic. You're both fine, despite the effects of the drug. You were just moved in separate ambulances. We have to figure out what you were drugged with, but we can only find that out when we get to the hospital. Your turn."

"Oohh," she moaned, holding her head. "Sam and I were-"

"Sam's your friend?" She glared at him.

"Yes. Don't interrupt. Sam and I were meeting this guy-"

"Is he the guy that drugged you two?"

"What have I said about interrupting?"

"Sorry."

"We were meeting this guy," she thought about a story to tell, "because he had some information about Sam's brother. His brother died, and Sam is revenge-bound. But his hired muscle grabbed us and drugged us up. The end."

"Did you see what he gave you, or what it looked like?"

"It was this funky blue stuff, I don't know what. I've never seen it before. He shot it in the back of our necks. Scary close to the base of our brains, if you ask me."

"And what's your name?"

"Lucy." He laughed again. "What?"

"Nothing. Just, I Love Lucy."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry. I watch a lot of classic TV."

"...Alright."

"Do you feel like you've recovered from the effects of the drug?" He automatically switched on his EMT, checking her pupils and her pulse and whatnot.

"Yep. I guess you'll just have to release me."

"No way. Not until we find out what's in your system."

"Ugh."

*~N~*

Hours later, Sam was not awake yet. Tests had been run on both of them, Lucy had been checked and released, and she sat at his bedside, waiting for him to awaken. It was well past midnight, but she was not tired. She was almost scared to sleep without Sam there to protect her. She lifted his pillow and slipped his favorite knife under it, just to make him feel comfortable. She had gotten his possessions back from the hospital and fished his knife out from under it.

"Maybe you should kiss him," a voice said from the doorway. Lucy turned to see who it was, and it was the EMT from before.

"Off duty finally?" She asked. He had had to leave before, but had shown a liking to Lucy and said he wanted to make sure she was alright before he went home.

"I sure am. I've saved the world, and now I can go home."

"But first you wanted to check on me." He nodded. "Do you treat all your patients so nicely?"

"Yes, actually. I like to make sure they survive the night." Her heartstrings were pulled at.

"That's really sweet." He smiled.

"How's he doing?"

"You tell me, you're the doctor. Sort of. I can't make heads or tails of that charted information." He ripped the chart away from the bed and flipped through the sheets quickly.

"I'm afraid," he said finally, "that he's going to live. Life is a very serious illness, but it can, in fact, be treated with tender care and affection."

"Perfect."

"Are you two a couple?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"I've known him for a long time. Oh my, about 7 years. We've always had a thing. Only recently has it become a maybe legit thing."

"Sounds complicated."

"It is. But it's worth it." Sam's eyes opened then. "Sam!" She grabbed his hands, but as soon as their eyes met, she remembered a piece of distressing information. They had not retrieved the Djinn scalp. With their eye contact, the shared a singular thought.

What are we going to do now?

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