demonhunters!au

,I can't leave you here, Prowl!’ ,Yes you can and you will', a guy cut it short, ,because it's your freaking fault that you'd brought us up there, Jazz!’, the guy had his arm bleeding and thus was nervous. ,OK, as you wish’, scowled a blond guy, ,but it would'n be on me if your ass would die because medics were not involved’ saying this, he took himself off. Now the wounded guy occured to be alone. Like, totally alone in this Primus-forsaken depot. Partners came there, — to the distanced Longwood Railway Station — to hunt some junkass demons posessing people right across this place. But bumped into an armed felon. The guy had a shotgun and was not really friendly to the hunters, whom he took for criminals, due to the fact they also held their guns and wore dirty jackets. ,Fuck off ya bastards’ was the last thing they heard before the shot. Jazz shot right away, grinning at the felon hatefully. He felt intense adrenaline rush and wanted to scare the freak away from Prowl, who was seemingly hurt. The man laughed, but several seconds later, he estimated the chances rightfully and, still aiming at Jazz, warely backed away. Jazz didn't even blink while he was keeping the man in eye. When the guy actually left, he rushed immediately to his friend and checked the injury. Now, that he left his partner bleeding, he had to find the person they planned to find INSTEAD OF calling for help or at least searching for the first aid kit anywhere. ,Stupid Prowl and his stupid stubborness’ swore Jazz silently. He spat on the ground. ,The guy doesn't even wanna get some help while sitting with a whole bunch of pellet in his shoulder and ain't give a damn!’ ,Here it is’ Jazz unfolded a piece of paper he held in the inner pocket of his jacket, ,Must be’ He read the text. ,,Millie Switchhook, Diphase Street 7, Magnetton’’. Not so far from here, about 2 miles. Jazz hurried up. Now his object was to draw this Millie-girl into a conversation, worm out information out of her and... go back to Prowl? Jazz sighed. He felt the urge to get back, but... seems like his partner doesn't give a shit about him work his ass off for their own good, for his, Prowl's wellness. Jass didn't really understand why did he actually do this to his stubborn partner. He waited nothing in return, except for at least some tiny-tiny expression of gratitude on his cute face... Darn, that's not the proper time to be horny, — he needed to finish the task. So, yeah — there was this house on Diphase Street 7. The building looked well and seemed habitable, therefore Jazz made a conclusion that finding the housewife would be no problem. ,Hello, are you miss Switchhook?’ asked the blond guy as soon as the door opened. ,Yes, and you are...?’ asked back the lady. The girl had very tasty breasts, her lips shone raspberry red. Jazz sighed. If he hadn't his fellow man there bleeding, he might could make out with her. ,Officer Randall, state police’, Jazz flicked the badge in front of her, ,sudden civilians deaths case’ ,I've already told the policemen I've never known anything about it’, the girl seemed disgruntled. She made her move to close the door. Jazz stopped her. ,Wait, wait. It won't take long, I promise. Actually I need to go somewhere else to ask some other witnesses, so it really won't take...’ ,Go and ask them then’, she made a try to close the door again. ,Miss’, Jazz leaned on the doorframe slowly. A languished expression showed on his face. He blinked slowly, his voice became deeper, ,Millie, am I right? Such a sweet name... honestly, I really want to have this conversation with you. It would be a real pleasure, trust me...’ Expression on girl's face changed from annoyed to curious. Jazz saw the spark before, when he got here, he recongised the will inside her eyes. It was hidden behind the disgruntle. He knew that she liked him, he always knew if the girl liked him. Their faces always were open books. So in spite of he didn't really wished it now, — he had to fuck her. Life could be less terrible, than making the sexy girl while your best buddy might die couple'o miles from here, right? Yeah, could. But he had to do it, because it seemed the only option to get the info they needed, and fast. * * * ,Why am I always that dramatic before sex?’ thought Jazz, fastening a leather belt. Millie stood up, naked, and hugged his waist tight. She kissed his red cheek, whispering ,How come you can't stay for a night?’ ,Oh, look, now this bae wants me stay over’, Jazz smiled. ,Well, I was wrong... about you, mr Randall’, she gently stroked his shoulders. ,I really have to go now, babe’ he stroke her cheeks back, ,You know, to do my boring work... interview all these witnesses with ugly old faces and legs, not as nice as yours...’ ,Oh, you're right about that’, chuckled she. ,It was nice to meet you, Millie...’, saluted Jazz, setting foot on the porch. The girl pulled towards him, giving the last kiss. After that, they parted ways. ,Hell of a day’, thought Jazz, heading back to the depot. He stopped near the chemist's, bought a bottle of antiseptic drug and bandages. Spent almost all the money he had, but he didn't give a damn, cuz' it was needed. Prowl didn't go anywhere, he stayed up, nearly fainted. Jazz took his partner's clothes off as fast, as he could. ,Jazz... whatcha doing...’, said Prowl with a struggle. ,Saving your ass, pal’, snapped Jazz, revealing the wound. Seemed like a big amount of blood was lost and Prowl would faint in any minute. Jazz couldn't let him pass away. He spilled some antiseptics. ,Slag!’ cried Jazz, ,Forgot the painkillers...’ ,Ya think I can't make it without a painkiller?’ chuckled Prowl. Seemed, though, that was painful. ,I think you're an idiot’, said Jazz. He removed several shatters, didn't pick other, because it was dangerous, a qualified medic could do it, not some trained combatant, as he was. Prowl groaned a little, Jazz's heart hurted as he heard pain in his voice. It motivated him to make his work faster. Jazz spilled antiseptics again and bound the wound. Prowl still looked like he was about to faint. ,Hey, ya here, buddy?’, tried to hold the contact Jazz, ,Ya hear me? I done this, I bound yo wound, it's gonna be okay now. Look at me. Look at me, Prowler’ Jazz slapped Prowl's cheek softly. ,Yeah’ answered Prowl, fighting for breath. ,Right. It's okay now. Tell me, what's so important about that girl? I visited her, got the info you told me about. Is it okay?’ ,What, what girl?’, responded Prowl, scowling his sable brows. ,Millie Switchhook, ya remember? I've been to her half of an hour ago. Talked to her, got some important knowledge on what's going on in this area’ ,Ya did?’, asked Prowl doubtfully. ,Yes, thickass, I did’, raised his voice the guy, as he watched Prowl was getting better. As soon the partner started being pedantic and neglect anything useful, he, Jazz, done, meaned he got better. ,You remember, she got had this book on’, said Prowl, ,your knowledge may be useless without the book, where she kept all her thoughts...’ ,...As the therapist intended, yeah, I remember that crap’, responded Jazz, ,and I took care about the book too’ ,What,’ replied Prowl’ ,she gave away her book? Like, that easily?’ Jazz pulled his hand to his jacket and took some object off the its inner pocket, smiling triumphantly. Prowl's face expressed some respect. Eventlally, he couldn't underestimate what Jazz have done for their mission, of course. Sadly, he didn't even seem to care about all this hustle around the wound. ,Moron’, thought Jazz bitterly. ,No, actually she didn't’, replied Jazz. Prowl looked at him in surprise. ,What? How else possible ya think it could get there?’, spread his hands Jazz, ,I took it. I stole it. Or, if you want, — I lent it’ ,I mean, how did you... well... how didn't she...’ ,I have skills you probably haven't ever imagined’ responded Jazz thoughtfully. ,...OK’, responded Prowl amusingly. He concentrated on the book now. It looked like some girlish diary, with glitter and kitten stickers all over. Jazz sat down next to the partner, slightly touching his shoulder. He was looking at the diary too, very attentive to what it contained. Jazz's breath was slowly calming down, his thoughts mostly consisted of investigation details. He was, at some point, still afraid of Prowl, — what his partner was feeling, the pain he had to struggle with. Jazz blamed himself on all this rush — pure luck he could make all this stuff and helped the Prowl in time. But why the fork he had to come to the girl first? Like, she wouldn't just disappear in thirty minutes, despite all these demons possessing people around... and even if she ought to, — saving Prowl's life was much more important. So why did he listen to his partner first? Why did he follow his instruction like and order? Jazz felt Prowl's warm shoulder, subconsciously leaning his head on it. ,...Jazz? Are you following?’ Seemed like Prowl had already found some important pages, that Jazz didn't react at due to wandering in thoughts. ,Yeah, yeah, jus' a lil tired, bro’, replied Jazz in a little embarrassment, ,Now lemme take a look at these pages, just before these...’