“God, are they still playing this song?” Felicity looks up from the back seat where she’s strapped in with Lucia, making a face as she does. Vi reaches forward to turn down the music a little before shaking her head.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re almost there anyway.”
“Not a Miley Cyrus fan?” Stiles smirks at her from the driver’s seat and Felicity laughs.
“I have nothing against her personally, but I want that song to die a thousand painful deaths.” She turns back to the baby with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Lu? ‘Wrecking Ball’ has got to go.”
Stiles laughs a bit at that, before turning his eyes back to the road. “So we can basically eat … whatever we want completely for free?”
“Yep. Mr. B owes us big time.” Vi says with a nod. “We saved his workers from the Armored Platypus Incident of 2014.”
Stiles hits the brakes a little hard as he coasts to the stop light, turning to Vi with wide confused eyes. “The what?”
“About a year and a half ago, this giant armored platypus came through the Veil and smushed their restaurant like a pancake. Vi and I were going out to eat there and managed to take it out before it could hurt too many of their employees and do too much damage.”
“The Bayarsaikhans were so grateful, they sent us an invitation for the grand reopening and told us we could bring whoever we want and eat as much as we want for free. We tried to tell them that that would be a mistake and might end in them being completely eaten out house and home, though not literally because the restaurant isn’t actually their home, but they seem insistent on treating us to delicious Mongolian barbecue.”
“And since they have the best Mongolian barbecue in London, we aren’t going to argue with them.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Stiles says as he pulls into a parking space in front of the restaurant. The music is the only sound for a moment as people are coming streaming out of the front of the otherwise peaceful front of the restaurant. He squints for a moment, before glancing back to his two dining companions. “That … doesn’t seem good, does it?”
Vi frowns as she leans closer. “Do they seem … scared, to you?”
Felicity’s head picks up from the back of the car and her eyes widen. “Oh no. You don’t think …
I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEEEEEEECKING BAAAAAAAAALL …
As the song hits it’s chorus a massive centipede breaks through the front of the restaurant, sending rubble everywhere. All three occupants of the car jerk back, and Vi’s eyes just stare blankly at the sight. “What the hell is that?”
“That? That would be a Fiendish Monstrous Centipede.” Stiles states, eyes wide in horror as he stares it down. “Oh, God, we’re all going to die.”
“No. No we’re not. We’re killing this thing, and then we’re having our barbecue, and that’s final.” Felicity reaches to pull her gun out of her purse, and checks to make sure it’s loaded. Stiles eyes widen before he turns to Vi to see if this is a plan they really want to pursue.
“How bad is this thing?”
“Well, you mean aside from the fact that it’s enormous, could squash us like a bug and has ‘Fiendish’ in it’s name?”
“Stats, Stiles, focus.”
Stiles looks exasperated for a moment, before putting his game face on. “They have a poisonous bite. Don’t let it get close enough to grab you because I’m pretty sure it’ll just squeeze you until you pop like a python.”
Vi nods in agreement, before gesturing for Felicity to reach into the back to hand her the bow stashed there, while going into the glove compartment for the spare Excalibur to hand to Stiles. “We can’t just leave it running around London. We all have ranged weapons so use the car for cover. Just … shoot it until it dies.”
“That’s it? That’s the plan?”
Felicity shrugs as she slides her clip back into place and climbs out of the car. “It worked last time.”
Stiles takes a deep breath and tightens his grip on the gun before nodding. “Alright. Let’s … do it then.”
They jump into action, just as they did before, arrows and bullets flying towards the creature. Not all of them hit as the centipede is a windy, wily thing, but eventually they manage to land enough good shots that the creature collapses down into the parking lot, before shimmering out of existence.
“What?” Felicity frowns. “Where did it go?”
“Fiendish creatures are usually summoned by someone,” Stiles replies as he goes to lean against the hood of the car, while Vi makes her way around to check on Lucia. “We should try and figure out who the sorcerer is so that they can’t do it again. And we should probably fill in Wynn.”
Felicity nods as she goes to slump next to him, pouting up at the remains of her favorite restaurant. “Why is the world conspiring against me and my need for delicious stir-fry?”
Stiles reaches over and pats her on the shoulder gently. “I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out. Maybe the kitchen made it out intact?”
She sighs as she looks back at him with a small smile before shaking her head. “C’mon. Vi should take Lu back to the castle and fill Wynn in on the way. We should make sure no one else is hurt.”
Stiles smirks, before nodding his agreement and getting to his feet. “After you.”
all i wanted was to break your walls ~ felicity & stiles & vi ~ 954 words
We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain …
“God, are they still playing this song?” Felicity looks up from the back seat where she’s strapped in with Lucia, making a face as she does. Vi reaches forward to turn down the music a little before shaking her head.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re almost there anyway.”
“Not a Miley Cyrus fan?” Stiles smirks at her from the driver’s seat and Felicity laughs.
“I have nothing against her personally, but I want that song to die a thousand painful deaths.” She turns back to the baby with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Lu? ‘Wrecking Ball’ has got to go.”
Stiles laughs a bit at that, before turning his eyes back to the road. “So we can basically eat … whatever we want completely for free?”
“Yep. Mr. B owes us big time.” Vi says with a nod. “We saved his workers from the Armored Platypus Incident of 2014.”
Stiles hits the brakes a little hard as he coasts to the stop light, turning to Vi with wide confused eyes. “The what?”
“About a year and a half ago, this giant armored platypus came through the Veil and smushed their restaurant like a pancake. Vi and I were going out to eat there and managed to take it out before it could hurt too many of their employees and do too much damage.”
“The Bayarsaikhans were so grateful, they sent us an invitation for the grand reopening and told us we could bring whoever we want and eat as much as we want for free. We tried to tell them that that would be a mistake and might end in them being completely eaten out house and home, though not literally because the restaurant isn’t actually their home, but they seem insistent on treating us to delicious Mongolian barbecue.”
“And since they have the best Mongolian barbecue in London, we aren’t going to argue with them.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Stiles says as he pulls into a parking space in front of the restaurant. The music is the only sound for a moment as people are coming streaming out of the front of the otherwise peaceful front of the restaurant. He squints for a moment, before glancing back to his two dining companions. “That … doesn’t seem good, does it?”
Vi frowns as she leans closer. “Do they seem … scared, to you?”
Felicity’s head picks up from the back of the car and her eyes widen. “Oh no. You don’t think …
I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEEEEEEECKING BAAAAAAAAALL …
As the song hits it’s chorus a massive centipede breaks through the front of the restaurant, sending rubble everywhere. All three occupants of the car jerk back, and Vi’s eyes just stare blankly at the sight. “What the hell is that?”
“That? That would be a Fiendish Monstrous Centipede.” Stiles states, eyes wide in horror as he stares it down. “Oh, God, we’re all going to die.”
“No. No we’re not. We’re killing this thing, and then we’re having our barbecue, and that’s final.” Felicity reaches to pull her gun out of her purse, and checks to make sure it’s loaded. Stiles eyes widen before he turns to Vi to see if this is a plan they really want to pursue.
“How bad is this thing?”
“Well, you mean aside from the fact that it’s enormous, could squash us like a bug and has ‘Fiendish’ in it’s name?”
“Stats, Stiles, focus.”
Stiles looks exasperated for a moment, before putting his game face on. “They have a poisonous bite. Don’t let it get close enough to grab you because I’m pretty sure it’ll just squeeze you until you pop like a python.”
Vi nods in agreement, before gesturing for Felicity to reach into the back to hand her the bow stashed there, while going into the glove compartment for the spare Excalibur to hand to Stiles. “We can’t just leave it running around London. We all have ranged weapons so use the car for cover. Just … shoot it until it dies.”
“That’s it? That’s the plan?”
Felicity shrugs as she slides her clip back into place and climbs out of the car. “It worked last time.”
Stiles takes a deep breath and tightens his grip on the gun before nodding. “Alright. Let’s … do it then.”
They jump into action, just as they did before, arrows and bullets flying towards the creature. Not all of them hit as the centipede is a windy, wily thing, but eventually they manage to land enough good shots that the creature collapses down into the parking lot, before shimmering out of existence.
“What?” Felicity frowns. “Where did it go?”
“Fiendish creatures are usually summoned by someone,” Stiles replies as he goes to lean against the hood of the car, while Vi makes her way around to check on Lucia. “We should try and figure out who the sorcerer is so that they can’t do it again. And we should probably fill in Wynn.”
Felicity nods as she goes to slump next to him, pouting up at the remains of her favorite restaurant. “Why is the world conspiring against me and my need for delicious stir-fry?”
Stiles reaches over and pats her on the shoulder gently. “I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out. Maybe the kitchen made it out intact?”
She sighs as she looks back at him with a small smile before shaking her head. “C’mon. Vi should take Lu back to the castle and fill Wynn in on the way. We should make sure no one else is hurt.”
Stiles smirks, before nodding his agreement and getting to his feet. “After you.”