Title: One More Day (Part VI)
Pairing: Chastine
Rating: PG-PG13
Disclaimer: I own the book... but that is about it. Amillia is mine though!
Summery: He carried around a lot of things, but among his arsenal was a hat
A/N: My first Constantine fanfic, let along my first chastine work. So be nice? Plus, I want to know if I should continue this or not...
That morning John was lying in bed and wondering what the hell had happened the night before. He came up with two possible answers: 1- He got drunk, really really drunk, and was hallucinating the whole thing and definitely did not happen- this seemed to be the most likely. The second option was something he didn't want to get his hopes up about. Possible outcome number 2- it happened.
At those two words his stomach lurched and he wanted to run into the other room and make sure that it had happened the other day. But he didn't run, he more quickly than his usual sloth pace for the mornings got dressed and ventured out into the main room. At the sight of Chas snoring on his couch his heart lurched and hidden emotion bubbled to the surface.
Trying to be his usual emotionless self he went to grab his newspaper, once that was accomplished he took a seat at the small table in his almost-kitchen. Skimming over the front page he found himself almost groaning at the massive killings that had absolutely nothing to do with demonic threats.
"You would think that they would realize that no human could do something like that alone! So they contribute it to a gang, although the 'weapons' used are nothing like they are have on record. Stupid people, their only redeeming quality is faith… and people like us, right John?" Chas spoke softly, right behind him.
John quickly turned his head and realized how close his apprentice was, although the last time he looked Chas had been contently snoring away on his couch. Pushing the younger back a couple of feet he answered.
"True, they are stupid. Demons are to blame all the time for the mass killings in the cities. By the way kid, don't stand so close to me." He felt almost guilty at the sorrowful expression that was plastered on the younger's face after the comment. Almost.
"Yeah I know," he sighed, "Jack the ripper was a demon as well. Most people just don't seem to accept it."
Not being able to take the depression in his voice, John decided to change the subject in hopes of getting some answers and getting his apprentice a bit happier. "Chas, in the most non-descript way you possibly can- tell me why you're here."
He sighed at the question, "I already told you this, I can't tell you or else…"
"You get back to Heaven and have to bunk with the angelic disgrace? Yeah you said something about that. That is not what I am asking. I am asking if there is anyway you can tell me anything, at all."
"Well you see… I am not sure I can say anything. Maybe I can give you a category… it might work." He thought for a moment and then nodded as if agreeing with himself. "Love. I am here for love. Actually a second change at it, reason being kind of obvious."
"Chas, don't tell me you have come back in the hopes that I will help you find some girl that you liked while you were alive!" John's tone was like venom; his gaze was a flat glare as he stared at his blushing apprentice.
"Not exactly…" Chas defended, blushing as he looked into the elders eyes.