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You Can Go Home Again… (But Maybe You Shouldn't) Story 2 Pseudo Psychics Verse Verse 1 ~*~ {*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^} Description:

When Simon gets a call from an old friend back home asking for help of course he agrees without a second thought- somebody needs help, that's all he needs to know. Raphael is a bit less sure. He's the only one of the group who knows just how hard growing up was for Simon and he doesn't want his to have to face all that alone. To compromise his, Magnus and Alec go along with Simon for help and support.

That's good…

He's definitely gonna need it.

Story Notes:

Alright so we haven't really got into Simon's background here- we just barely alluded to some of it in 'Meet The Parents' but that's it. Figure it's a good kicking off point for the real substance of season 2- Cases, twists, family drama, regular drama and the supportive bond between our core four characters.

That last one's gonna be very important for Simon in this one- he's gonna need all the support he can get.

If you've read…well…any of my verses you know I've came up with vastly different backgrounds for most of the main characters (the only exception is the Lightwood children). In most every verse Simon's parents are basically the same ones from my SEM verse…only whatever will fit in that specific verse (Yeah…deranged 'monster hunters' isn't really gonna fly in this verse but bigoted, homophobic, close-minded bastards kinda works in the same vain.)

So this isn't gonna be a super happy Simon type story…think his parents kinda make Vincent and Genevieve look like freaking parents of the year.

It'll be a lot but if anything now he at least has support to face it all.

Kay think that's all the heads up we need, let's get into this one…

Family drama ahead…

Chapter 1: You're Not In Kansas Anymore…

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Huh…wassat?

Phone…6:45…Ugh…

Nope...not happening…day off…not doin' it…

Simon grumbled, turning away from the annoying chiming sound, rolling onto his side, nestling closer to Raphael. The phone begins ringing again. Simon gave a faint, sleepy growl, tugging the covers up over his head, trying to drown out the sound, snuggling closer to Raph, kind of wrapping around his far too comfortable, inviting boyfriend, throwing his arm and leg over his, using both to tug Raph even closer, nuzzling sleepily against his neck, pressing a few soft kisses behind his ear.

Raphael huffed out a soft chuckle at the random octopus impression, shifting more onto his side, slipping his arm around Simon, running his hand down his back, pressing his close. He leaned in, catching Simon's lips in a little nip of a kiss, beginning to pull back teasingly. Simon made a little whimpering sound, shaking his head, reaching up, catching in Raphael's hair, tugging his back in for a much slower, much longer kiss.

Raphael hummed happily into the kiss, reaching up, fingers slipping through Simon's soft curls before shifting over, tracing along Simon's cheek, tilting his head just so, deepening the kiss. Simon gasped softly, wrapping his arms tight around Raphael, hugging his close, giving a soft, pretty little contented sigh.

Raph growled approvingly, shifting Simon more onto his back, pressing down on top of his, the kiss turning deep and dizzying, making Simon's head spin. When air finally became necessary Raphael reluctantly broke the kiss with a breathless gasp, slipping over, pressing kisses along Simon's cheek and jaw, slipping down to his neck and over to the sensitive little spot just behind his ear that he knew took Simon's breath away. He hummed softly against Simon's skin, trailing down, finding that spot, pressing a couple soft, teasing kisses before nipping sharply, sending a shiver clear down to his toes.

Simon giggled, fingers tangling in Raphael's hair, grip tightening, eagerly pulling his in, head tilting, giving his better access.

"Mmm…that's s-" Simon's cut off by the phone ringing again.

He groaned for an entirely different reason. Raphael chuckled against his neck, nuzzling, leaning up, nipping lightly at his earlobe.

"I told you to just mute it, 's what I did."

Simon huffed, giving a bit of a half shrug, tugging his back in.

"I know, I know, but then I worry I'll miss something important. I do that then I can't help keeping checking it."

Raphael chuckled against his neck causing a pleasant little shiver to slip down Simon's spine, breath catching, arching up against his.

"So instead of muting it and checking it later you just let it ring and annoy you and interrupt our morning? How does that keep you from missing important calls?"

Simon gave a slight little whimper-y sound, half agitated, half desperate.

"It' j-well…I mean if something's really important someone will keep calling a-" He's yet again cut off by the phone ringing.

"Like that…ugh…damnit…" He grumbled, tugging lightly at Raphael's hair, pulling his away from his neck, beginning to sit up.

Raphael groaned, shaking his head, pressing his back down.

"Ignore it…'s probably just a telemarketer…" He murmured, hand trailing along Simon's side.

Simon gave a breathless giggle that trailed off into a soft little moan.

"B-but I can't just ignore i-"

"Sure you can…s' easy…just focus on something else…here, I'll help…" He whispered, hand slipping down, tugging his closer, again kissing down Simon's neck before beginning to slowly trail lower.

"T-that's n-oh...um…mmm….okay…" He sighed, shivering, hands catching in Raphael's hair, tugging lightly before trailing down his back, catching, pulling his closer.

Simon jumped slightly at a sharp nip of a kiss. Raphael hummed approvingly, hand sliding from his hip teasingly over his thigh, touch feather light and dizzying, trailing d-

The phone rang again.

"Oh for g-" Simon groaned, grasp on Raphael tensing, resigned to having to deal with the interruption before it totally killed the mood.

"Alright, that's it." Raphael snapped, pushing up away from Simon, turning snatching the damn phone off the nightstand, hitting the answer button with so much force Simon was slightly worried it might crack the screen, raising it to his ear.

"If this wasn't life and death before it damn sure is now." He growled into the phone, dark eyes flashing bright and dangerous.

Damn…

Oookay…mood's definitely back…like tenfold. Whoever's on the phone can just wait.

Simon swallowed, trying to fight down a little whimper and the excited little shiver that tone caused. He pushed himself up, unable to keep from nuzzling against Raphael's neck, beginning to reach for the phone to hang it up. Raph caught his hand, stilling it, gaze going sharp and suspicious, posture ridged, tone going deceptively casual, shrugging.

"Nope It's not.

Hmm…not sure. I might…name sounds somewhat familiar, but I'm a bit foggy. Why exactly are you looking for this 'Detective Simon Lewis' anyways?"

Simon couldn't help a bit of a snort, eyebrow rising questioningly. Raph caught his eye, shifting the phone so he could see the info, finger tapping lightly at the location. Simon froze, feeling his heart stop.

Lawrence Kansas.

Why was someone calling from his home town? Why is someone from his home town tracking his down? Why would they? He'd left the second he graduated high school and never looked back.

Did something happen to his parents? Would anyone even bother telling his if it did? W-

Raphael scoffed, eyebrow quirking disbelievingly.

"You just wanted to 'catch up'?"

Simon tilted his head, shifting closer, giving a bit of a wave. Raphael nodded, hitting the speaker button.

"So you just wanted to 'catch up'-By calling six times in less than half an hour…before seven on a Saturday? You do know you can just text, right?"

"-Uh…w-well yeah…"

Simon tilted his head, the voice seeming familiar but not quite clicking.

"So why didn't you just leave a message or text?"

"Well I didn't know for sure if this really was Evie's number a-"

"Desi?" Simon startled.

"Evie? Simon Lewis? It's really you?"

Simon shifted closer, trepidation falling away, giving a faintly disbelieving laugh, shaking his head.

"Yeah- it's me. Though now it's actually Detective Simon Lewis."

Desi gave a bright bark of a laugh.

"Wow, No kidding? I'd heard that but you know how it is with gossip in this town, one grain of truth in an entire barrel of hogwash. So you actually went through with it, huh?"

Simon smiled, nodding, tucking a couple curls behind his ear.

"Yup…"

"Man…that's somethin' else. I mean I know you'd talked about it- but it was kinda the same way you talked about Superhero's, Supernatural and Scifi. Thought you'd eventually outgrow the whole 'hero fantasy' type thing."

Simon laughed, shrugging.

"Nope…not a chance."

He laughed again.

"Wow… Evie Lewis- a real live detective. That's amazing."

"I kinda think so." Simon smirked.

Desi chuckled.

"Man…how about that…oh hey, who was t-"

Simon smiled, nudging Raphael's shoulder, catching his hand.

"Oh that was my boyfriend, Raphael."

Desi scoffed.

"Man he-"

"Is on speaker phone and can hear every word you say."

"-Seems nice."

Raph scoffed, head tilting, flashing a sharp smirk, slipping his arm around Simon.

"I'm not…I'm really, REALLY not."

Drake gulped.

"Umm…"

Simon huffed, rolling his eyes affectionately, waving his off.

"Ignore him Dre- he just likes to mess with people…especially nervous, easily reactive people…" Simon paused, head tilting curiously.

"Though that was never you…at least it never used to be. It always took a heck of a lot to rattle you."

Desi sighed.

"Yeah, still does…"

Raphael shifted, eyebrow quirking.

"Well you seem pretty rattled now…"

"Yeah… that's because I am."

Simon tilted his head.

"Dre, wha-"

"Evie? I know this sounds crazy and totally last minute and crazy again and I know it's about the last thing you'd want to do and totally out of the blue and again completely crazy for someone you haven't seen or talked to in nearly a decade to ask but I really need your help.

Is there any possible way you could come down for a few days?"

Simon blinked, feeling a sharp twist of worry in his stomach at the quick little catch in his voice. He glanced over at Raphael, shifting closer. Raphael met his eyes, head shaking. Simon sighed, shrugging, brushing his hair back, shaking his head back faintly.

"I-Dre…you know how it was f-"

"I know, I know…and I get it- I really do Evie. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate as hell and grasping at straws. I hate asking, and I get that this is a big ask, but I'm scared and I don't know what to do."

Simon swallowed, feeling his heart speed up, a sharp, tight feeling in his stomach. Raphael shifted closer, slipping his arm protectively around Simon. He nearly startled, glancing over, catching Raphael's gaze. Those pretty, deep eyes filled with concern, gaze flickering over Simon's features, taking in everything before again shifting up, meeting his eyes. He reached over, catching Simon's hand, entangling their fingers, shaking his head again, this time more insistent. Simon took a deep breath, trying to center himself.

Desi sighed, a faint rustling sound traveling through the connection, breath catching.

"I-look Evie…I'm sorry to ask you this, I really am. I know it's a lot and I am sorry to put this on you but I really don't know what else to do. I need help-detective type help. And I need it quickly. Like now…or actually a few days ago."

Simon set up a bit straighter, head tilting.

"Are you in trouble?"

"I'm not…at least not yet. Probably will be by the end of the week. I don't really care about that though. It's not me I'm worried about."

Raphael caught the shift in his boyfriend, felt his tense. He couldn't help a faint sigh. Stood to reason; by now he knew that reaction all too well. Raphael shifted the phone, handing it over to Simon, leaning away just a moment, grabbing his own phone before shifting back in even closer to Simon, gaze flickering again over Simon's expression before moving down to the device in his hand, grip tightening, beginning to type.

Simon sighed, giving a bit of a helpless shrug, turning his attention back to his own phone.

"So what are you worried about?"

Drake swallowed.

"My boyfriend, Tyler. Two days ago he just up and left- his apartment was cleared out, his uniform and keys were left at the diner he worked at along with a letter saying he quit, got some big inheritance and was leaving town for something better. There was a letter on his door with my name saying the same thing."

Simon sighed sympathetically, head shaking.

"Desi that's a really messed up way to leave b-"

"No Evie, it's not that. He didn't just leave, I think something happened to his- maybe something really bad- and I don't know what to do. He'd got the job at Gabe's diner not long after he got to town, been there for nearly a year. I always thought he was way too good for that place…turns out he was.

He told me last month that he was an investigative reporter, looking into some unsubstantiated claims against Powell Productions, though he insisted he couldn't tell me much more than that. Said even that was too much…could be dangerous. Had to keep the integrity of the investigation or something like that.

I wanted to know more…honestly I thought it was kinda hot, exciting, you know? All secret, cloak and dagger, spy craft type but you know- it's freaking Kansas. I didn't really think it'd be anything actually dangerous. Figured it'd boil down to like some shifty deal or insurance scam or whatever.

This is Lawrence- Usually the closest thing to crime we get here is public intoxication, theft of lawn gnomes and pink flamingos or cow tipping…most of the time simultaneously.

He acted like it was some big time, earth shattering type case but honestly I kinda thought he was just playing up the secretive, mysterious type thing just cause he knew I thought it was hot- like a game or something…

O-only now I really don't know what to think.

The night before he left we had a date, everything was fine. He was happy and smiling. There was a meteor shower, we got dinner and parked out on the back forty and watched the stars. I drove his back home at about eleven- he had an early shift and I had a poker game at a friend's place later on. I walked his to the door, kissed his goodnight, told his I'd come by the diner for breakfast, he said he'd see me then…

Everything was fine.

I went to my game- ended up having a few too many and sleeping it off on my buddy's couch. Woke up about noon and saw I'd missed a call from his- figured he was mad because I hadn't made it in yet. I didn't even bother listening to the message, figuring he was yelling at me. I went and got some flowers at Lola's and headed over to the diner to apologize, but he wasn't there.

One of the waitresses told me about the note and his uniform. I went over to his place to see what was up and found the note on the door. I could see through the window it looked totally cleared out, I tried calling his but it just went straight to voicemail.

It just seemed surreal. I went home kinda in a daze. It took me hours to realize I still had his message. I almost deleted it but I wanted to see if he said something- If maybe he'd given me a heads up or if there was something I could do to change his mind or some clue why he'd just leave like that.

O-only it wasn't anything like that. He sounded scared, rushed, kinda breathless, completely terrified. I could hear his rushing around. He said something happened with the case; that he thinks he's in a lot of trouble. He thought the Powell's found out who he was and he didn't know what was going to happen if they did…" He trailed off, swallowing.

"S-he was talking fast and breathless- god he sounded terrified. He begin to say more but then the connection started to get staticy and crackly, cutting out. I-I heard some kind of thump and maybe glass breaking but I don't know- the connection was barely there by then. He said he thought someone might be in the house, but then there was a burst of static and a weird whistling feedback type sound and the phone went dead.

That was at 2:34am.

The Owner of the diner got there at five which is when he found the note and his uniform and keys. I just…I don't know what to do."

Simon shook his head, swallowing.

"You need to go to the Sheriff-"

"I can't!"

"Dre I know it's a small town and you had a bit of a rep growing up b-"

"Evie it's not that. I can't take it to the Sheriff because he IS one of the Powell brothers. Travis Powell was elected sheriff three years ago."

"Oh…"

"Yeah…and Thomas Powell was elected Mayor two years before that…Grayson, Mark and Theo are running Powell Productions which in some capacity employs roughly a third of the town and Eric is now a freaking federal judge."

Simon swallowed, blinking, head shaking faintly, not sure what to say.

"I…t-that's just…"

"Damn…" Raphael muttered, clearly right there with his.

Desi huffed out a totally mirthless laugh.

"Yup…bout sums it up…" He sighed.

"Evie? Like I said I know this is a huge ask and I know how big this is for you. I've known you since first grade- I know you don't want to come back. I wouldn't want to either. I wouldn't ask if there was literally any other way on this.

But…Evie…I-I can't handle this alone. I can't. I have no clue who in town I can trust and I am terrified that someone I love is in danger and I'll somehow misstep and make it worse I can't do a damn thing about it. I feel more helpless and powerless than I have ever felt in my entire life and I hate it…

I hate it so much.

I don't know what to do here. I don't even know where to begin, I can't even really think. I've been totally lost for the last two days- then I remembered hearing about you becoming a detective and it was all I could think of- like a light just came on, some slight-hint of hope. It was the only straw I had to grasp at.

I know how crazy this is but Evie…god…I need help and you are literally the only person I think I can trust- I really, REALLY need that right now. I jus…I just do…" He trailed off, voice going quiet, hopeless, near desperate, almost breaking.

God…he hated hearing that tone from anyone…

He couldn't just turn his back on someone all but begging for help. There's no way he could do that to anyone much less his best friend for nearly half his life- the worst half of his life. Dre was the main thing that got him through his adolescence- sometimes the ONLY thing that got him through. The only thing he actually missed from that time. But man…going back home? Seeing everyone…maybe having to see them. That was about the last thing he wanted…but he couldn't just walk away.

But god he didn't want to do this alone.

Simon swallowed, looking over at Raphael, meeting his gaze, shrugging helplessly, eyes wide and slightly desperate. Raphael sighed, shrugging right back, holding his phone back up, waving it halfheartedly, leaning closer to Simon's phone.

"Our flight gets in at four."

Desi gasped.

"W-what you…you're coming? Both of you?"

As if on cue Raphael's phone blipped with an incoming text. He glanced at the screen, a hint of a nearly relieved smile slipping over his expression.

"Actually, there's gonna be four of us.

Sounds like we'll need all the help we can get here."

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Okay so This one kinda seems to bounce around but you all know that's kinda how my mind works. I'm actually really excited about this one- we're gonna have a lot of chances for emotion, a lot of twists, a real, legit case AND a lot of group bonding. Oh also I'd needed a different home town for Simon-I'd chosen Lawrence Kansas as I remember it from Supernatural so I wouldn't have to keep looking it up and it's got the small Midwestern type feel that I want.

FYI I know this kinda just jumped- we're not realistically getting days off of work and a flight in the span of a half hour conversation…

J-just go with it okay?

I don't want to waste half a chapter on travel plans and work coverage.

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