Title: Coyote and the Spell Slinger 2

pokeitlikejello: Hah I made you a shipper! or something like that. I am really happy you like it sweetie and I hope I can get this right for you.

Lerrinus: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing. It's really hard to write for this fandom since it seem's to be a real quiet one. So actually getting a review made me stupidly happy.

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A gust of morning air seeped through the window, the curtains merely moving. Despite the city surrounding Murphy's place it smelled like fresh morning dew on green grass. She laid on the bed in a heavy sleep, on her belly and snoring in a deep rumble.

Spring had just started to hit the city, flowers blooming, grass holding that fresh green tone. The sun had gotten more power, it's first rays already warming but the crisp air still reminded that Winter wasn't that far away yet.

Another wave of air shot through the window, stronger this time and colder. The baby soft hair on Murphy's arms stood on end as the skin underneath formed little pebbles of gooseflesh. With a husky groan, Murphy raised her head and looked around blearily before rolling out of bed and sitting on the edge of it. She frowned deeply and inspected the bedroom confused.

'What the hell?'

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At Harry's place Mister was already awake, purring and meowing to wake his owner, who for once hadn't flopped on his stomach but laid on his side, legs curled up, arm delicately draped over his face.

The morning sun had tickled his nose and Harry crinkled it before groaning off tune and rolling out of bed. He frowned and looked around disoriented.

'What the...?'

Holding back expletives he made his way downstairs, searching the Apartment. Looking around hastily, eyes forming slits.

'Wait till I find you...'

'Find whom Harry?'

From next to him, out of the wall came a white haired man. The look Bob gave the wizard was one of confusion, not much worry since he had gotten accustomed to the mans antics. The high pitched screaming and jumping into the far corner away from him he wasn't.

'Oh boy Harry.'

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Murphy stumbled out of the bedroom and then into the adjoining Bath, muttering while leaning over the sink and splashing her face with ice cold water, hoping to clear her mind a bit. Her muscles protested by shooting a searing pain through the scratch from the bullet along her rips, making her wince sharply.

Straightening she looked into the mirror, her eyes picture perfect of Horror.

'Oh my...stars and stones!'

With frantic hands she grabbed at her face, mouth agape before she looked down at herself and gulped hard.

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'Is this wild eyed, shaking, scared emotional state a long term thing Harry? Was it a nightmare again?'

'You came out of the wall.'

Turning the spirit eyed the wall, up and down before nodding.

'It seems like I have. Which isn't surprising since I am still a ghost.'

'Gh...ghost. Wait!...Wait you called...me Harry.'

'Completely bonkers. I suspected it would happen eventually.'

It was the actual first time that Harry looked down at himself this morning. First inspecting his huge hands and hairy arms, turning them back and forth while his breathing kept elating.

'This...no...not happening! Not possible. Oh god...I've lost it.'

'Yes that seems to be the problem.'

Until then Bob was sure it was maybe just Harry being caught in a bad nightmare again, or under more vampire drugs which now played with his mind, well until Harry pulled at the waist band of his sleep shorts, looked down and gasped.

Behind him a door was thrown open and Lt. Murphy stormed in. Her demeanor resembled that of his owner and the ghost watched as she looked at the scene before her wide eyed.

'HEY! Stop that Murphy!'

If he would've still been in possession of a physical body, Bob would've sat down and gaped because the a bit humiliated yell came from the Lt. and not from Harry.

It was hilarious somehow, to watch the pair stare at each other, circling the opposite and gaping.

'Dresden?'

'Murph?'

Bob noticed how Harry's voice was a notch lower as the Lt.'s was deeper than usually, if he could judge since he wasn't usually around her. And the the longer he observed the scene the more he noticed the small changes. The way they held their bodies, Murphy not her usual squared- shoulder- dish-me-shit-and-I'll-kill-you stance but more slouched in the shoulders. She was still in her pajamas and staring back at Bob wide eyed.

'Don't just sit there Bob! Do something!'

Murphy half yelled at him, voice high pitched, before she clasped her hand over her mouth and groaned.

'What am I supposed to do Lt...Har...Harry?'

'What the hell happened Dresden?'

That was indeed a good question, Bob thought.