A/N- Hey hey hey everyone! Another chapter! I'm on a roll!... Rolling in the deep, that is ;D
You: That didn't make any sense...
Me: I know :(
I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant, I do not have an imagination big enough to support creating a skeleton detective. Derek Landy, though, has a immensely big imagination.
The next morning, I called out my reflection and, again, called Fletcher. When I rang Skulduggery, he refused to be teleported home. He said that he needed to test out his flying skills, so he would fly home on his own.
I was getting pretty sick of having to call Fletcher all the time. I missed riding in the Bentley. I had fallen in love with it as much as Skulduggery. But he won't let me drive it. He says that I'm a reckless driver and even if the Bentley gets bumped one time, it would fall apart. No magic would be able to fix it, no matter how strong.
I donned my black work gear and headed out to the pier to meet Fletcher.
I stood there, watching the waves roll past. I had so many memories here. Good and bad.
When I was a child, I'd race my friends to the end of the pier and jump off, narrowly missing the rocks that, if you didn't jump far enough, would break your bones. Here was also where I narrowly escaped being killed by a group of blood-thirsty vampires, and here Fletcher saved me from the horror that was Caelen.
So many memories.
I heard a soft pop behind me but I still didn't turn around. I knew who it was. The little pop had become so familiar.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the soft sea breeze. The smell of salt in the air always sharpened my senses. Helped me think straight when my thoughts were muddled.
"So, where are we going?" Fletcher asked.
"Ghastly's shop," I replied, without turning around.
"Why?" Fletcher asked, puzzled.
"We need to get you some new clothes."
His face lit up.
"You mean superhero never-get-hurt stuff, like you?" he asked.
I sighed, "Yes, Fletcher. Superhero never-get-hurt stuff like me."
"Yes! Does this mean I'm an official part of the team?"
Huh. I never thought about it like that...
"Yeah, I guess it does..." I replied hesitantly.
Before I could stop him, he enveloped me in a huge hug and telepored us outside Ghastly Bespoke's shop.
I breathed in the familiar scent of his hairgel. I sent me back to better times.
But they were in the past.
I started to let go, and he let go too, blushing and looking down.
Why is he blushing?
"Come on then," he said quietly, and led the way into the shop.
Ghastly greeted us with a smile.
"Valkyrie. Fletcher. Right on time," he said. He turned to Fletcher. "I believe these are yours," he said, handing him a soft, brown parcel.
Fletcher's face split into a big grin and he grabbed the bag and started looking around.
"Changing room's in the back," Ghastly said. By the tone of his voice, he was amused.
Fletcher rushed off in that direction.
"Hi, Ghastly. How are you?" I asked.
"Good. How's the hunt for Tanith going?" he asked with hopeful eyes.
Ghastly was taking Tanith's disappearance hard. He really liked her before the remnant inhabited her body. Now he's just a shadow of his former self.
"Well, we had to be called off," I said hesitantly.
"What?" Ghastly shouted, "that should be your number one priority! Who called it off? And why?"
"Well, there was a murder right outside my house and Erskine called it off."
Ghastly calmed down a bit after that.
"But do you have any new leads on where Tanith is?" he asked.
"Well, yes," I admitted, "We found out they might be hiding in an abandoned warehouse just out of London. They should still be there by the time we get off this case."
Ghastly's eyed twinkled. "Good," he said excitedly.
Then Fletcher came into the room.
He wore a black button-up longsleeve shirt with a navy blue trimming. He also wore black jeans and black combat boots. His hair was slightly dishivelled from changing, but still in its spiky do. His outfit was overall more casual then mine. Except for the hair.
"How do I look?" he asked, twirling.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Pretty good," I said.
"I know. It all fits perfectly!" he exclaimed.
I chuckled, "That's the magic of Ghastly."
He sat down opposite Ghastly.
"So, Ghast, how come you're not at the sanctuary doing some elder stuff?" he asked.
"I got a day off," Ghastly replied simply.
He turned to me.
"So, when is Skulduggery arriving?" he asked me.
"Any minute now," I said, looking at my phone.
At that second, Skulduggery strode through the door, soaking wet.
"You're a bit damp," Fletcher said, smirking.
Skulduggery manipulated the water that clung to him so it evaporated into a small cloud that hovered in front of him. He then sent the cloud over to Fletcher and let loose. All of the water that was stored in the cloud rained on Fletcher, soaking him and making his hair wilt.
"My hair!" he screamed, and teleported away.
If Skulduggery had a face, I'd bet he'd be grinning right now.
"So, Valkyrie, what are we doing again?" he asked.
"We have to go to the sanctuary and be detectives," I replied.
"Ah. I remember."
"But we need to wait for Fletcher now. Which will probably take a while. You know how he loves his hair."
"Oh," Skulduggery said, "I didn't think that one through. Well, I'll be in the back room, meditating, if you need me. That flight took alot out of me."
He left us, leaving Ghasly and me in an awkward silence.
"Want some tea?" Ghastly eventually asked.
"Yes please," I replied.
"Yup. Everybody loves a good cup of tea."