Hey Descendants!

Yep... I'm late getting this out again. But hey, good news... Twisted and I will be writing today! Celebratory chapter post anyone? Also, Twisted pulled some time out of a hat or something and got some chapter review questions for ya, so stay tuned for that at the end of the chapter.


A few days later… AKA Tuesday

"Ya be ah sure T be comin' our way?" Harry chuckles as he looks around their new meeting place, "We never be ah meeting up here ah'fore." It was long deserted. He wasn't even sure how Jay'd found this place. There were no doors, the windows were ridiculously high over their heads, and they'd had to crawl through a duct to even get in.

He liked it. It was very shady. He didn't know Jay had it in him.

Jay shrugs, "Just a hunch." His brows furrow.

Harry grins, "Oh aye… I bet ya be just ah havin' ah hunch… Me too!" He chuckles wickedly, "I be ah havin' the hunch that ya be gettin' kicks outta pissin' T off."

"Well, it doesn't hurt," Jay smirks as he leans against a wall.

"Aye, there be the wicked rival I be ah knowin' so well." He winks at Jay.

"Also pretty sure that shit lives somewhere around here," Jay admits as he crosses his arms.

"I would'nah be surprised. Lots ah the unwanted and parentless end up here." Harry sombers suddenly, "Being the red lantern and all."

"Yeah…" Jay responds vaguely. Before he shakes his head. "Speakin' of, I got something about him I wanted to run past ya…" He sighs.

"Aye? Ya be havin' more ta share on that front?" Harry plops down on the floor, leaning his back against the rough wall behind him. He tilts his head to the side and pats the ground, "Ya need ta be relaxin' mate, ya be findin' us ah good place ta be talkin'."

Jay looks around the empty room. "Yeah, no kidding right? I had no idea places like this existed." He admits with a smirk.

"So Dagger…" Harry prompts with a grin.

"Right." Jay nods, "So… I uh, kinda figured out another way to get T ta talk." He rubs the back of his neck, "Seems way more like your kinda thing than mine."

"Well now, I be likin' the sound o' that." Harry snickers, "Ya be lookin' like ya be wantin' ta puke just ah thinkin' 'bout it."

"Yeah well…" Jay shrugs as he looks away, "Anyways, it's a tit for tat thing- I'm not sure if you've noticed but the kid hates…" His brows furrow, "I'd normally say bein' in debt- But it's a bad way ta explain it." He scratches the back of his head.

"I be ah seein' somethin' like it." Harry furrows his brow, "Like he don'nah be likin'..." He twists his torso drastically towards Jay, "Look, ya can'nah be tellin' no one 'bout this. It be like people findin' out the wee dragon be ah havin' ah heart." He glares.

Jay sombers up as he studies Harry, "Yeah man, you know I got you. Sup?"

"Uma be feedin' 'em since he be takin' Deez down the well."

Jay hides his amusement behind a cough. "Good, kid needs it."

Harry nods, "Aye, so yeah. Uma had ta be arguin' it though, like he did'nah be wantin' it." He rolls his eyes, "Until he be ah tastin' it course… But, he were fightin' her ah lot in the beginin', until she be tellin' him why she were doing it." he shrugs, "Now he just shows up, sometimes gets it to go, but he don'nah be arguin'."

Jay frowns, his forehead wrinkled in thought, "Yeah," He nods, before he looks off towards the wall across from him where the duct was, biting his lip in indecision.

Harry frowns as he watches Jay sitting in uncomfortable silence, "Mate, ya don'nah be needin' ta tell me anything ya don'nah wanna be." He shrugs and lets his head drop back against the wall, "That be our deal since always."

"I almost killed him." Jay blurts out, "I mean it was an accident-Kid misstepped and I clipped his throat."

"What?" Harry jumps reflexively, as if the ground had shocked his ass, "Ya be gettin' him solid in the neck?"

"Not deep, luckily. He just barely got out of the way- Or the blade was just that shitty." He breathes out.

"Aye," Harry reaches over and slaps his hand over Jay's knee, "We all be ah dealin' with shit for blades. But, it all be ah comin' out fine. No harm an' all."

"Yeah…" Jay sighs, "But I can't just shake the feelin' that… I don't know-" He turns to look at the ceiling, face burning. "I was affected by it more than him…"

"Ain'nah nothin' ta be ashamed of," Harry's brow furrows as he leans in closer to Jay, "I be losin' me shit if I be thinkin' I killed someone I were just sparring with to mate."

"Well yeah..." Jay mumbles looking away, "But it was more than that…" He furrows his brows, "It was the way he reacted… I don't know- It just…" He shifts, before he shrugs, "I dunno- I just didn't like it."

Harry falls silent as he watches Jay. They'd been meeting in secret for years now, if things had gone a little differently back in the sandbox he was sure he could have easily ended up following him into Mal's gang. In all their time of knowing each other, he'd never seen Jay like this. He was so uncomfortable and looked a little lost. Without much thought, Harry balls up one fist and bumps it against Jay's, "So ya did'nah be likin' it, ya be survinin' it."

"It's not me I'm worried about."

"I be gettin' that. I just be ah remindin' ya that ya already be livin' through it mate." Harry gestures between them with one long finger, "It just be us here, and ya know I can be ah stubborn ass. Bleed it off and I be takin' it to me grave."

Jay tense his jaw at the offer, "He just- It didn't even phase him man… Like I get ya know, faking it and shit- But I'm talkin' bout him just continuing the conversation- Then get this, he turns around and starts fucking checking me cause I got sick when I realized how close I'd actually gotten to kill the bastard, man."

"Ah…" Harry knew exactly what Jay was talking about now. The fact that T could lean into a blade at his throat, could taunt men twice his size. Could walk away from a near death experience like it was nothing. He'd seen it many times. Act or deathwish? It was a question he was starting to ask himself more and more often. "That do be soundin' like T." He sighs. "He can be gettin' pretty intense durin' ah fight, sparrin' or not."

Jay lets out a deep breath, "That's pretty fuckin' intense, even by my standards man…" He looks away. His eyes unsure, as if he were debating something.

"Kid did be ah fuckin' tackilin' the fire princess when she be ah burnin' bright." Harry offers, wishing he knew how to make Jay feel steady again. "He might be havin' ah good poker face when it be ah comin' to pain."

"Oh he fucking does, trust me." Jay breathes out, darkly, his eyes glazing as he stared at the wall across from them for a long moment. He shakes his head "Oh," He turns back to Harry, "If he ever gives you some funky ass smelling goop for bruises and shit, use it. I have no idea what the fuck it is- Doubt I want to- But it fucking works..."

"Good ta be ah knowin'." Harry grins. He hoped he got to use that eventually. He loved making Uma nuts with his recklessness sometimes, especially if he knew what he was doing wasn't actually all that reckless.

Jay nods. "Yeah, wish I'd known sooner, I've just had it sitting around for months." He pauses as his suspicious eyes swing to the ceiling above them, drawn by the whisper of an out of place creek.

Harry follows Jay's eyes, looking around as dust shifted and floated down from the bare rafters, "Ya might be being' right with that hunch."

Jay snorts, "I really don't think he likes us in his territory."

"If he were wantin' ta be claimin' territory he should just be comin' out an sayin' it."

"And draw attention to himself?" Jay asks skeptically. "Have we met the same kid?"

"True." Harry chuckles. "Want ta be pretendin' we ain'nah noticin' him?"

"Worth a shot." Jay can't help to smirk.

"Hmmm… Safe topic…" Harry runs his fingers over the stubble on his chin, "Deez…"

Jay nods, "She been hangin' out with you guys more lately?"

Harry nods, "Aye, we be ah finally gettin' her onboard. She don'nah be stayin' long, but I be callin' it ah win."

Jay nods his head, clearly impressed. "That's some serious progress."

"Neat yeah? And we be teachin' her some wrestlin' and swords."

"Good." Jay nods in approval. "Girl needs more ways to defend herself."

"Aye, ya ain'nah gettin' arguments outta me on that." Harry sighs and lets the back of his head hit the wall again, "I ain'nah been able ta talk ta her yet, not really, I kinda left it with her knowin' she were'nah pain just for needin' us."

Jay sighs in relief, "Good." He nods, "I don't think she understands how much both our gangs have come to… ya know…"

"I do." Harry assures him. Jay'd come a long way with their conversations, but he still didn't like the feelings words.

"Cool." Jay clears his throat, "Glad you could knock some sense into her. Someone needed too."

"Oh, I ain'nah bein' done yet… She be needin' ta bleed shit off, not be keepin' it bottled up."

T drops from the ceiling, landing on all fours with a quiet thud.

"Well shit… I guess there is more than just the duct." Jay rolls his eyes as he stands.

"Seriously?" T sighs, as he stands to his full height. "Nice spot."

"Aye." Harry chuckles as he pulls himself up, "Ya be suggestin' ah change o' scenery. Jay here be findin' ah nice out o' the way place."

"Ah…" T turns to Jay, "You're getting better-" He grins, "Imma have to get better."

Jay furrows his brow, "What, have ah hard time findin' us or something?"

"Not tonight, apparently…" T grumbles as he walks over to them.

"Ya be ah lookin' for us?" Harry asks with a wink.

"Sometimes," T responds vaguely.

Harry pouts at T's dismissive tone, "Ya ain'nah still sore 'bout the other day are ya?" He wasn't even sure what he'd done to get T in that particular bad mood.

T narrows his eyes in thought before he shrugs. "Nope." He frowns, "Should I be?"

Harry shakes his head, "I just be ah leavin' ah'fore I could be askin' what ya were so pissed about."

"You're loud." T shrugs, "I said it several times." He states dryly.

Jay snorts, bending nearly in half as he covers his mouth with one hand.

Harry rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, "Fair. I be loud when I be ah havin' ah good time."

"Dude, when aren't you havin' a good time?"

"Ya be makin' ah good point mate." Harry chuckles as he drops his arms back to his sides. Sliding his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, he does." T agrees monotonously. He turns back to Jay, hand already in one of his many pockets. "I found one for you."

Jay's eyes light up, "Yeah? Man, that was fast."

T shrugs, "I wanted to make sure you had time to practice before tomorrow… So not really." He holds out the blade to Jay as if he barely wanted to touch it.

"What ya two be ah practicin'?" Harry asks, his eyes narrowing as he looks between T and Jay.

"T's teaching me to use the dagger." Jay offers, knowing T wouldn't bother with explanations, before he takes the blade from T. He looks over the gold plated handle and polished blade in surprise, turning it over to find a lower case t on the handle in silver. "Huh." His brows furrow.

T's eyes don't leave the blade after he hands it over.

Harry walks over and leans against Jay's back, resting his head on the other boy's shoulder as he eyes the dagger, "Ooo… Fancy mate." His eyes narrow on the small t. Had T claimed this… He tilts his head to the side, or was it something the kid stole? It kind of looked like the symbol on the big cathedral in this district.

T shrugs, as he looks away. "Yeah, sorry bout that- Was just the only one I could find on short notice… I'll find a better one later."

"Nah man… I like it…" Jay shrugs Harry off before he gives the dagger a few practice swings, "It's got a nice weight to it, good grip." He smiles over the blade at T, "Thanks."

"No big." T shrugs both shoulders before he goes to lean against the wall.

Harry leans against Jay again, reaching around him with both arms to try and get the dagger, "Jay mate, be lettin' me see." He turns to look at T, "Why don'nah I be gettin' ah dagger." He questions with a pout.

"Because you didn't ask for one?" T quips dryly as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes falling back to the dagger.

Jay chuckles as he fights Harry off, "Yay mate, I asked." He teases, but he passes the dagger over.

"This do be feelin' like ah good one." Harry agrees as he does a couple of swings and twirls it through his fingers.

"Good," T comments, his eyes following the flash of the gold and silver.

"Nice." Harry grips the handle before he turns it and offers the handle back to Jay. "Ya be havin' a good 'un there. Maybe we can be ah sparrin' daggers, be gettin' each other and the like, yeah?"

Jay smiles as he takes the blade back. "Yeah…" He studies the blade again, "It really is." He turns back to T, who was still staring at the blade with a strange look. "So, where did you find it? That way I know where to look too."

"The barge," T responds a little too quickly, with a shrug. "Lucky find."

Harry and Jay both drop their eyes back to the pristine blade.

The corner of Harry's lip twitches. There was no way in hell this thing came off the barge.

"The barge?" Jay questions skeptically.

"Yep." T nods as he pushes off the wall.

"Well, we be held up in a pretty good area..." Harry walks around, easily circling Jay, but unable to get behind T.

"Yeah, it was pretty private." T agrees.

Harry chuckles as he pulls his own, far less impressive dagger from his belt, "Want ta be showin' me ah thing or two?"

Jay frowns, "I'm still shit with them." He holds up his hands.

"An' you?" Harry looks over his shoulder at T with a challenge in his eyes.

"Think you can keep up?" T smirks in response, his eyes mirroring Harry.

"Aye." Harry waggles his eyebrows, "Can you?"

Jay shakes his head as he walks back to the wall, giving the other two plenty of space, "I'll just be over here watching for weaknesses."

"Sounds good." T agrees easily as he pulls out his daggers.

The two begin their clash the minute the blade is in T's hand.


So there it is people, another chapter posted! Whoot whoot!

So what did you guys think? Are you liking this likely, unlikely trio?

How about the secret meetings?

Do you guys enjoy seeing the three interact?

Do you like the fact they stole one of T's little hide-a-ways?

We've heard some really good guesses as to T's real lineage. Does the dagger solidify any of your predictions?

How did you like Harry and Jay's reactions to T's obvious lies?

And T's reaction to having his hiding place hijacked?

Are you guys getting annoyed with how close T keeps everything to his, or rather her, chest?

Are you curious about who Faustina is? Please let us know.

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