Hey Descendants,

Surprise! Two in one day! My attempt for us not getting more posted on Wednesday. We've been having some rewrite issues and we're really focusing on getting the story right. So until further notice, we might only be getting one out to you on days we write. Sorry.

-Dark-


The following Tuesday...

"Dude, a month and a half?" Jay rolls his eyes as Harry lands in the pile of pillows.

Harry chuckles weakly and rolls on his back to look up into Jay's angry face, "Aye. It ain'nah like I be havin' all the free time I use ta be ah havin' mate."

Jay crosses his arms as he leans his back against the wall. "Fuck. Seriously? T mentioned that the sea bitch had really started crackin' tentacles over there… But three weeks? Fuck that. Even Maleficent ain't that much of a cunt." He scoffs.

"She be ah upgradin' an addin' to our misery it be ah seemin'." Or at least it seemed that way. The sidekick in charge of the whole thing was always sure to keep him and Uma once the shop was clean, and they'd even had to bring Gil in on the night work. If T hadn't already turned him on to Ursula and Hades plan to keep Uma busy and away from Deez he would have figured it out. There was no point to this stupid upgrade. And no point in changing the plan every three days. He lets out a groan but doesn't move from the position he landed in.

Jay rubs the back of his neck, as he looks away. "What a pain in the fuckin' ass." He sighs. "I don't know how the fuck Uma does it." He admits. "If I had to work with my ol' man all the time, pretty sure one of us would end up dead."

"Aye, I don'nah be knowin' how Uma be ah doin' it. Fuck, I don'nah be knowin' how I be ah stayin' silent so much, and I be the one ah doin' it."

Jay smirks, "T did also mention you were amusing as a mute. I have a hard time seeing it though."

Harry nods curtly, "He would be ah mentionin' that." Of course that angry little shit would find his silence amusing. "But, what ya be ah needin' ta be talkin' 'bout mate? T be ah makin' it sound like it were bein' urgent."

Jay snorts, "I wouldn't say urgent," He shrugs, "But it's about Deez." He sighs. "She finally opened up about the whole tryin' ta get the cuffs off her ol' man, shit." He takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly, "But knew you or your crew would be better at navigating that. I barely know what to do when Evie cries, and she's been a part of our gang for years." He admits with a scornful look. "But, yeah, I knew you were tryin' ta talk to her about it, so was kinda hopin' ya could, ya know," He shrugs, "Get while the gettin' was good."

"Well, that ship be ah sailin' without me." Harry sighs and tosses his arms above his head dejectedly.

Jay his head fall back to look at the ceiling. "Was 'fraid ya'd say that." He sighs. "But I at least have an idea of what got her to talk about it." He adds with a frown. "T will probably be pissed, but," He shrugs, "He'll get over it." He waves off dismissively. "I mean, it's not like I meant to throw the kid under the troll, but it's Deez. How the fuck are you supposed to get something past her? She notices fucking everything, and connects dots that shouldn't be there."

Harry chuckles as he sits up, "Aye, she be ah bright one. Uma be ah thinkin' it be all the writin' about us she be ah doin'." He pulls himself up to standing, "But I think I agree with T, some kind of demigod thing. Uma can do it too, sometimes."

"Ugh." Jay pulls a face. "I can barely take one of them doin' it. Let alone two…"

"But, ya be ah tellin' her T told ya?" Harry snorts. Yeah, T was going to be pissed. But mostly at himself.

"So-so." Jay's hand wavering slightly. "I tried to play it off, but she knew where I learned it. S'not like anyone else would have the balls to follow her after a summons from her ol' man."

"Aye. So knowing T be ah tellin' ya be ah gettin' her ta talk?"

"Again, so-so. I mean talk enough to get the conversation rolling…" He sighs, "But I wasn't sure where to steer it once she started crying." He admits with a groan of frustration. "In the process, I found out that she's sure if she put in enough effort she could crack his cuffs- But she's choosing not too because she doesn't know what that would mean for the rest of us." He runs his fingers through his hair in agitation. "Which, I mean, she ain't wrong. There would definitely be some shit going down if she did." He huffs, "But, on the other hand, because of her reaction and T's description, I don't know." He lets his head in the wall. "I'm kinda on the side of fuck the isle."

Deez was tormenting herself, was willingly defying the will of an OV, all because she was afraid of what would happen to the isle? To them? A small smile, against his will, turns up the corners of his lips. No, she wasn't doing it just for them, she was trying to protect Auradon too. He drags his hand down his face, "Dammit Deez. Why ya gotta be so fuckin'..." He pushes his hair back out of his face and turns to look at Jay, "She would be ah pretendin' somethin' like that. Senior will kill her if he ever finds out. Any o' our bitch parents would."

"Tch. No fuckin' kiddin'." Jay snorts, before he turns back to Harry, "But yeah, that's why I wanted a meeting, knew ya were gonna talk ta her about it, so figured I'd give ya a hand in how."

"I may be ah needin' ta ask T ta be ah coverin' me shift one day ta be interrogatin' her at this point."

"Is that where that kid is disappearing off too so much? To work at the shop?" Jay scoffs.

"Aye, in fact, that be the only reason I could be ah gettin' away. He were tryin' ta be givin' us time ta be seein' her. Only be happenin' twice that me an' Uma be gettin' away, and I'm sure that ain'nah gonna be ah happenin' again for a while."

"Huh. Was wondering why he hadn't shown up yet..." Jay murmurs in understanding, clearly filing away that little tidbit. "Well, either way, I wouldn't tell him why ya need him ta be covering your ass."

"Aye." Harry looks down thoughtfully, "Or," He looks up with a sly grin, "I don'nah be supposin' Deez be out playin' her game with T?"

"They're supposed to be." Jay snorts, "Fuckin' knew he dicked off when he's supposed to be looking for her."

Harry shrugs, "I won'nah be ah tellin' if you won'nah." He couldn't hide the smug smile. He'd been a big fan of dicking the other gang over by letting them believe Deez was simply hiding while T did the seeking. As much as Uma and Gil hated their game, he could at least admit that it had come in handy. And honestly, the only thing that had made him salty about it was that he wasn't invited.

"Like I'm getting hit by that barge." Jay scoffs, "I ain't lookin' to get attacked by three sides at once, thank you very fucking much. Mal only tolerates that game cause D comes back less 'bitchy', and according to Mal there can only be one Queen Bitch in our gang." He rolls his eyes.

"Havin' three lasses in your family startin' ta get ta ya there mate?" Harry asks with a chuckle

"Tch." Jay huffs. "You don't even know." He grumbles darkly as his hand drifts down to his dagger, "Oh and by the way, T's a fucking lefty."

Harry's eyes widen, "Really? Now that be ah soundin' like a fun afternoon." T was a pretty good fighter for using his off-hand, and now he couldn't wait to see the strength he actually had.

"Was wondering why it was fucking taking him so long to catch on to it." Jay rolls his eyes.

"When he be so good at pickin' up everythin' else." Harry tilts his head to the side. This might be one of the only times he and Jay would get to talk, without worrying about him listening in on the conversation, "Huh… Speakin' o T though, since we be ah knowin' right where he be… Who the hell ya be ah thinkin' be ah holdin' him prisoner?"

"I mean it's gotta be his mom or dad." Jay shifts, standing up straighter.

"I don'nah know mate. I be ah knowin' lots ah wee ones, back when I were ah wee one meself, that we ah bein' kept hidden away until they were needed."

Jay studies him for a moment his lips pulling tight. "Well T's definitely not a wee one."

"Maybe that be why he be able ta be breakin' out now?" Harry frowns.

"He's been breaking out for a long time now," Jay chews his lip, "And seems to be out at all fucking hours of the damn night." He crosses his arms. "But clearly something scares the fuck outta him enough to burn away other injuries." He adds in frustration. "The kid's a walking fuckin' mess of burns and fucks only knows what..." He shifts in discomfort, "Have you ever seen his back?"

Harry shakes his head, "T ain'nah bein' one ta be lettin' me get that close ta him." He narrows his eyes, "Why? What be ah goin' on with his back?"

"Told me he fell off a roof into some glass or something stupid like that..." Jay shifts his weight, "But…" He chews his lip, "The entire back of his shirt was covered in new and old blood. And I mean fuckin' covered bro… Like I thought he was one of Cora's at first, covered. And when I got a glimpse of it-" He shakes his head, "What I caught a glimpse of was just a fucking patchwork of old ones."

"Yeah right," Harry scoffs bravely. Though he felt sick at the thought of T walking around like that, "Did it look like that kind o' injury?"

"Tch." Jay lets his head hit the wall. "You think T would fuckin' let me see something like that? He woulda fuckin' ran if I had tried… But it was- I almost fuckin'-" He shakes his head. "It was just fuckin' messed up man."

"Do ya be ah thinkin' he had ta be burnin' his back?" Harry's voice wavers at the thought.

Jay grimaces, "I didn't see anything more than a fuck ton of scars and new cuts…" He looks away.

Harry frowns, "So, he be ah burnin' anythin' that be ah scarin' him, right? But how he be ah burnin' his whole back? And why?" He shakes his head, "It don'nah be makin' sense. Most pricks only ba ah wantin' clean an unmarked holes, ya know?"

Jay frowns as he glares at the wall. "I'm thinkin' whoever the fuck is attempting to keep him a secret, is probably the one fucking up his back like that… It looked liked his skin had been split, more than a normal cut…" He swallows, as he lets his head hit the wall. "I've never seen anyone get hit by a whip, personally, but if I had to guess what the fuck those marks came from, that would be it."

"There do be them that be ah payin' for that kind o' service." Harry grimaces and wraps his arms around his waist, not that he had a lot of experience with that kind of john, Harriett always said he was too pretty for those kinds of services.

Jay studies Harry for a long moment before he goes pale, his eyes widen and his hand drops to his blade. Too many dots connecting at once. His hand subconsciously sliding over the hilt tight until his knuckles turn white. "No fucking way!" He shakes his head. "No fuckin' way. When the fuck would," His eye twitches, "he even have the fucking time to be doing that shit? It has to just be a punishment for fuckin' up or something. Can you picture T willingly doing that shit? He won't even let you near him unless he's sparrin' or givin' ya something."

Harry blinks as he looks back to Jay, "Sorry mate… I uh, I just be ah tryin' ta add the pieces up best I can." He looks away, "And I guess I just be ah havin' ah hard time seein' him go back if he don'nah be ah havin' to. The kid can hide like no one else, and if he be ah kid of an OV, well, it ain'nah like the OV be ah claimin' him. So why go back?"

Jay's silent for a moment, "I mean," He swallows, "I've had a couple of months to think about that-" He admits, "My best guess is that T doesn't want his OV to come lookin' for him. I mean if that's his punishment in private- Fuck only knows what his fuckin' parent would do to him in public..." His grip was tight on his hilt.

"But no one knows who T is. So how they be ah findin' him?"

"Tch." Jay scoffs, "If that's how they fuckin' treat him, would it surprise you if they didn't bother coming up with a real name?" He scowls, "Besides, doesn't really matter, name or not if an OV comes down hollerin' for someone we've never heard of, wouldn't take much to put two and two together at this point..."

Harry frowns, but before he can argue he recalls listening to Pain and Panic talk about why Deez had the same name as her father. If a god couldn't be bothered to give his baby girl a proper name, who could say there weren't other assholes out there with the same fucked up thought. "Alright, aye, I be ah givin' ya that one… And it would be ah' parent they were tryin' ta keep their kid prisoner."

Jay's eyes narrow before a look of revulsion falls over his features. His grip slacks on his blade before he pulls out his dagger and throws it to the middle of the room. "Two guesses as to his father is." He says as it clatters to the ground.

"You be ah thinkin'..." Harry's eyes narrow as he stares at the spinning blade, "No. No way. That old prick can'nah be havin' kids. Ain'nah he supposed ta be ah virgin for god or somethin' fuckin' stupid like that?"

"Tch," Jay scoffs with disgust, "Ended up fucking here didn't he?" He crosses his arms angrily over his chest.

Harry tilts his head to the side and nods, "Aye…" He purses his lips from side to side before he sighs, "But what did he be ah doin' ta be landin' himself here with us heathens and villains?"

"Ex-fucking-actly." Jay snarls. "It ain't like he opted out like the other sidekicks and shadier shop owners and shit. His fuckin' church came with him." He growls in frustration.

"So, what we be ah doin' with this shit we be ah thinkin' we be ah knowin'?" Harry sighs. It wasn't like there was much they could do. If the big priest was T's dad… What difference did that make? Other than possibly knowing where T went when he vanished for days, sometimes weeks, at a time. It also meant acknowledging the possibility that he and Jay could both be right. T did have a problem with closeness; lacked a certain intimacy. It had been a problem for him at first until Uma and Gil had helped him through it. But if T was having the same problem… His eyes narrow. Could T's father be… His mind closes on the thought.

Jay scowls, his eyes narrow as he opens his mouth before snapping it shut. His jaw tense as his eyes drilled into the wall across from him. His knuckles turn white as he grips his biceps. "Fuck!" His arms swing out in rage as he turns and slams his foot into a wall. "I'm starting to understand why T's so fucking secretive, and I fucking hate it." He growls before he turns back around, slumps against the wall, and slides down until his ass hits the floor with a thump. "What the fuck ever." He hisses. "S'not like we can do shit about it. And fuck only knows what the fuck T would do if one of us even so much as hinted that we knew something about him." The back of his head slams against the wall. "Fuck!"

Harry absently reaches out for Jay in concern before he lets his hand drop, "Mate, ya be ah hurtin' yerself if ya be ah slammin' yerself around like that," He sighs. It wasn't like he didn't feel exactly the same. Pissed. Sick. Maybe a little relieved at possibly figuring out the big puzzle, but that was just it. Had they figured it out? "Look, I be ah knowin' there ain'nah much we can be ah doin', but you can be ah scoutin' it out if ya be ah wantin'. Be ah tryin' ta get real info, aye?"

The expressions on Jay's face shift so quickly it was hard to keep up with, but it eventually settles on a look of nausea. "Honestly man, I'd rather not confirm this one…" He admits lowly, his tone as dark as it was defeated.

"I don'nah be blamin' ya mate." Harry nods, "I, just did'nah be wantin' ya ta be bangin' yerself up on ah maybe."

Jay takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, tilting his head back to lean against the wall. "Yeah… A maybe…" He sighs before his eyes drop to the dagger in the center of the room. "But… I mean, what are the odds that his name is literally a cross. Like a fucking million to one?"

Harry's eyes widen. He'd never thought about it. "Ya be ah havin' me there again mate. I don'nah be knowin'."

Jay swallows as he looks away from the dagger. "Or that he'd know exactly where to find gold plated shit in the church, or even to look there for it?" His teeth clenched.

"I be ah thinkin' ya did'nah be wantin' ta be thinkin' o' this no more." Harry points out, wishing Jay would stop. He was starting to look pale, and while Harry found all this to be terrifying to think about, he worried him that Jay was taking this so hard."

It takes several heartbeats before Jay lets out a sigh. "You're fucking right, I don't." He takes a deep breath as he turns to look at Harry. "So, ya gonna talk to Deez?"

"Aye. I can be ah swingin' out that way." And he could be swinging through the red lantern district on his way back.


Hey again!

Right... Questions...

What do you think of Jay and Harry having to scramble to meet? Things certainly seem to be getting harder for the secrets on the isle.

Do you agree with the assumption that Ursula is only doing a renovation to keep the Sea3 busy and away from Deez?

How about the Revelations Jay and Harry had? Any of them strick a nerve? Are you nervous that more people are starting to put together T's past?

What do you think T will do?

Let us know :)

Lots of love Descendants fam

-Dark-