Perry Cox didn't like it when he didn't get his way.
Nor did John Dorian.
So you could see the dilemma.
"Newbie. We're getting caramel."
"No way! We're getting strawberry."
"You won't get ANYTHING if you don't stop arguing!" Carla exclaimed, interrupting them both, causing them to look at her in alarm. "Thank you." She snapped, sitting back next to a bandaged—but healing well—Turk.
Squeezed in beside the two, Elliot drummed her fingers on the tabletop nervously. Their first time out since Artik's attack and already things were going to hell?—No pun intended.
On the opposite end of the table, side-by-side, elbow-to-elbow, JD and Perry glared at each other one last time before Perry muttered to the waitress, "One super chocolate sundae for all of us."
Nodding hastily, the petrified waitress scribbled it down on her notepad and fled, because one: the anger of Perry Cox combined with that of a powerful demon? Mind-numbingly scary.
And two…
She was deft enough to spot that the bigger man was using the arguing as a cover-up to attempt to grope the raven-haired man underneath the table, out of sight of the three people across from them.
Perry decided to give up after Newbie kicked him in the shins for the umpteenth time.
He remembered how the smaller man had griped at him that morning, after an (attempted) snogging session, "Is that all you think about—sucking face?!"
"Well," Perry had drawled sarcastically in response, "I am a man. In his prime, might I add." Which of course he would, but not without a show-offy flex of his arm muscles, just to top it off.
JD had rolled his eyes. "Kids these days…"
"Now you sound old."
"I am old, Perry. I was alive before you were even born. Now lemme concentrate."
"What—so you can conjure an appletini for yourself out of thin air just to annoy me—again?'
"It's what I do." JD retorted suavely.
It was Barbie's banshee voice that broke him out of his reverie. "The Others are here on Earth, so that means we'll have to look for them—I mean, frickin' duh, obviously—but we haven't been able to, and now that Turk's healed—"
"But where could they be?" Carla interjected. "Not even JD can sense their auras, which I bet is Lucifer's work. If they were anywhere nearby, surely they'd've found us by now?"
"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" JD said with a sigh. "But, you guys gotta remember: Dan's an idiot. He wouldn't recognize a landmark or follow directions correctly if they bit him in the ass."
"…You've mentioned that before, Bambi, but he can't be that—"
"He's over a thousand years old and he still hasn't gotten the grasp of what the square root of pi is, and he's been to college five times." JD deadpanned. "As you've probably guessed, he never graduated from a single one of them."
Once Dan had hit the age of two-hundred-eighty-something, he'd given up on school altogether. JD figured his elder brother would've done so much earlier if he hadn't been so curious about the very idea of school, since the time period they'd grown up in hadn't had that many open to the public…
He hadn't realized he'd just said all of that out loud until he felt the stares.
"Dude," Turk said after a beat of silence, round-eyed, "Point: taken."
"Danny," Ben said slowly, almost cautiously, staring upwards and squinting to help keep the sun out of his blue eyes, "is that the Eiffel Tower?"
Dan grinned at him blindingly, stubbornly being ignorant of their sudden dilemma. "Why, yes, Benji, I do believe it is!"
"And how, pray tell," Jordan damn near snarled, "did we end up in France?!"
"I think Daniel made a wrong turn at Albuquerque." Molly suggested cheerfully, before looking thoughtful and adding; "Or was it London?"
"Er…" A new voice said uneasily from behind them, and the trio turned.
Spiderman was standing before them. But he was rather chubby for a superhero… "You guys do know that you're in Las Vegas, right?"
Dan blinked once. Twice. Thrice. "Oh." That would explain the Spiderman suit… weirdoes always gathered in Las Vegas…
Jordan slapped him over the back of the head. "Damn right, 'oh'!"
"Wait!" Ben exclaimed. "We're in California, then. Seems like just yesterday we were shadowmorphing through Phoenix…"
"It was yesterday, Benjamin," Molly told him, once again in a happy tone that made Jordan grimace with the mental image of Molly Clock vomiting rainbows, "Travel by shadowmorph is extremely quick."
"No really?" Dan mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck warily. He'd never been too fond of turning into a freaking shadow and swooping along the streets, scaring the living daylights out of passing by kids…
…And creating a swift breeze that ruffled the skirts of gorgeous women. Nevermind, he loved shadowmorphing.
"Whatever," Jordan dismissed briskly, "We're in California, DJ's in California, let's get the hell going."
They melted into the shadows of Las Vegas once again, leaving a very confused, very fat Spiderman in their wake.
As Carla left a tip for the poor, traumatized waitress, Perry tried to sneak a peck to JD's cheek, but he froze halfway at the glare the raven-haired man gave him.
"Not in front of Turk..." Newbie hissed at him through the corner of his mouth, making a little gesture with his head to the surgeon. "Poor guy'd have a heartattack."
Perry scowled. "Fine." He mouthed back. "But 'yer gettin' punished for this one, Newb, lemme be the first to tell ya."
JD rolled his eyes, not doubting it for a second. "I really wouldn't expect anything less, Per."
He was too engrossed in their banter to notice the red eyes gleaming at the group from across the street, watching the group leave the restaurant.
The only thing concerning JD at the moment, in this rare moment of pure normality—bickering with his lover (wow, it left tingles on his tongue to call Perry that), the constant hovering of Carla over her husband ("WOMAN! I am fine! I feel okay, too… oww! Not the ear, baby, not the—!") and Elliot's verbalized, squeaky guilt over the fact that she had not invited Glenn—whoever that was—oh right, the Janitor…
The fear for the Others was always there, of course, it was always yelling at him in the back of his mind—but he had more family now, family that needed him. And in this moment that he knew could not last, all he had to focus on was them.
He couldn't feel more at peace.
Especially not when he childishly tried to hold hands with Perry as he always did, only to find that the other actually accepted it, and the demon almost wanted to skip down the street in utter glee.
Of course, he did not, for fear of another ear-flicking attack.
He didn't see Perry's plotting smirk. Lull him into a false sense of security, and as soon as we're alone, jump his ass…
"Perry…" Whine.
Chuckle. "Haven't even gotten in yet."
Vain wriggling. "Put it in me already, for Chrissakes…"
"Y'know, it's really weird to hear a demon curse like that, and I did say you'd be punished, did I nawt?" A teasing nip at the smaller man's neck.
"Oh, God," an all-too familiar voice groaned suddenly from the other side of the room, "Jordan, kill me now, you did not tell me they were doing it… I feel violated, 'cuz Johnny looks so much like me and I am so not into guys, and if I were especially not this Cox-what's-his-face guy…"
JD nearly fainted. Perry just froze.
"…I'm going now." An awkward pause. "You guys… finish what you were doin'…"
Dan slunk out of the room.
A/N: Not dead (yet), guys. I apologize for such long intervals between chapters, school life's been killing me. But it beats up everyone, not just me… so... I can't really do much else but apologize and update. Dx
I think this is the best chapter I've written yet, because this is the closest thing to smut I've ever written, so I suppose that's progress in one way or another, and two: the words flowed out of my mind like they haven't in a long while. Review, and tell me what you think? It'd be greatly appreciated, since there haven't been any new reviews in quite a while.
Also, I've been wondering if I could change the genre. Right now, it's romance/supernatural, and though this fic does mention the supernatural often, it also has a heavy dose of humor in it, too. Should I leave it this way or change it to romance/humor? I'm horrid at choosing genres so I'm asking you peeps.