Central Park Summoning

Summary:
July 25 2014: Melinda May and Sam Wilson separately come up on Fenris and Inara in the process of shutting down a demon summoning in Central Park

Central Park

Ordinarily host to runners and people relaxing in a bit of urban nature, tonight home to tentacled horrors


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  • Lesser Horrors

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Even in the City That Never Sleeps, midnight is a pushing it in the people being around department. Central Park is pretty much dead this time of night. Or it should be. There's an abrupt wind that begins to whips around the park, pushing bits of trash everywhere and howling down the running paths. Odd lights begin to glow in the brush. Then there's a mighty flash of light and, rather suddenly a feel of creeping dread.

*

It's another sleepless night for Sam Wilson, which means he's wandering the city, doing his best to tempt fate. Out for a run in shorts and a gray USAF t-shirt — God, he has so many USAF t-shirts — Sam is actually surprised when, deep into the sprawling park, fate actually decides to go for the bait. He slows and stops, ducking and peering into the darkness that follows the brilliant flash of light. Without even thinking about it, he steps off the path and adjusts his gait to something slow and as quiet as humanly possible. It's a lot easier out of full field kit. For the moment, he's going to try to assess the threat.

*

Another typical day. May is home from having spent about sixteen hours ferrying people all over New York as well as to and from the Helicarrier. Now that she's finally off duty, she opted to walk through Central Park to unwind a bit. And /of course/ that means something annoying had to happen. The flash of light draws her attention, and she does pretty much the same as Wilson, though coming at the source of the light flash from the opposite side. Oh, and she's probably a little quieter than the soldier as she moves closer.

*

The wind is whipping out faster and louder. Stealth isn't really the issue. There's a lot of glow coming through the brush now and… really odd crackly noises are coming what seems to be the source. Then an unearthly screech rings out in the night and the wind gusts suddenly and powerfully, ripping a trashcan from its bolts and hurling it into the trees and brush. Cries ring out, one cut off suddenly with strangling noises. Then the ringing of steel on steel and a heavy, meaty thunk.

Fenris had told Inara to wait on the main path while he… tended to something urgent and unexpected.

*

Okay, so much for the subtle approach. Still, Sam is loath to rush in without the slightest idea what he's up against — time to cheat. His eyes flicker around the park as he picks a number of birds out of the darkness. They're just as freaked out as he is, obviously, but he quickly maps the paths they take as they flee, notes their grouping, the specific wing gait they're using… that will be enough to let him pick out how many people he's dealing with, who's being loud and who's being sneaky, and their general locations. At the very least, he knows there's someone else sneaking up to the source of the disturbance from the opposite side. Pincer, huh? He can work with that. He picks up his pace as he heads into the thick of it.

*

Melinda May is still moving toward the source of all of that noise and … stuff when a trash can crashes and clatter past, causing her to dodge and end up standing in the middle of a walking path not too far from the epicenter of, well, that. Just fantastic. She looks around, then starts moving closer again while ignoring the rising winds et al. That thunk though, sounded like a body falling. Or someone prepping a pig for a bbq pit.

*

Standing where she is, it's hard for Inara not to stand out. The birds and animals of the park are flocking to her, perching onto her and huddling about her feet. "It will be alright, whatever it is. Yes, I've sent someone in to deal with the problem." Okay, so she's totally taking the credit for Fenris going in there.

The moment they break through the foliage into the little thicket where the glow is coming… It's a hell of a sight. There's a large circle glowing on the ground with arcane sigils. What can only be described as a 'rip' in the air is the source of most of the odd prismatic lights. Around this are the motionless forms of two cowled men and, most importantly, spilling out of the 'rip' are a number of tentacled forms. In the middle of all that is a tall, lean man with an absolutely enormous sword in one hand, stained with black blood, and an oaken rod in the other. As he twists and strikes, winds lift objects to slam into the horrors or lift the horrors themselves to hurl them at the trees. It's all really impressive… but there doesn't seem to be an end to the little tentacled imps.

*

Great — more magic crap. Just what Sam is best at. He's trying to figure out who he needs to beat up to keep Cthulhu in R'lyeh when he spots May across the circle of flickering light. The surprise takes seconds off his reaction time — his buddies would never let him live it down — but the moment he recovers, he rushes in and grabs one of the monk-like figures by the scruff of his cowl. Ducking close, he says in his most threatening voice, "You calling those things, or holding them back? Three seconds to think about it."

*

Melinda May stops when she sees the woman positively coated in pigeons, squirrels, and other Central Park-native critters. But as the woman appears to be completely calm despite that, she moves on in time to see the tall man fighting off a horde of… nopetopi. Not even gonna think about it. What a time to be unprepared. She hastily pulls the weighted silk sash she always keeps on her person, then after a quick glance around hefts a fallen park sign that will hopefully double as a crude and badly balanced halberd of sorts. Let's see how well they chop and splat.

*

Inara is well back from the action so doesn't get to see the weirdness that is the rip through time and space, nor the tentacled creature that is trying to come out of it. Instead, she is getting an account of it from the Central Park wildlife. "Wait wait. You're not making any sense. Bright light and tree branches in the wind? But not trees." Sometimes this would be easier if she could just see what they see.

*

"They're just crapping their pants at the moment." The tall man growls as he describes a glittering arc through several horrors with a blade that he should by rights probably need his other hand to use. "Deal with him or I'll have to do it later!"

There's something reaching through the portal with a great mass of thicker tentacles. Fortunately both those and the horrors themselves seem quite vulnerable to improvised halberds and weighted sashes. Now close, both May and Sam can see that the little horrors have teeth lining the suckers on their tentacles.

"The candles! Put out the candles at the five points of the circle! That'll close it. And HURRY!"

*

If Sam could hear Inara's running commentary, he would very likely be jealous. Just talking to birds would be a lot easier — and involve a lot less homework — than studying their behavior patterns. But he's a little busy decking the pants-crapping neo-pagans.

"What, like a damn birthday cake? That's it?" he asks the tall man. "Magic, man. One stiff breeze and bam!" Nonetheless, he sprints over to the edge of the circle and, judging that crouching and puffing would take too long, just kicks over the nearest lighted candle.

*

Melinda May hasn't brought her sash into play yet, and she hopes not to. These things look disgustingly slimy. Instead she concentrates on trying to chop through any of the little tentacled beasties she can, kicking at the ones that get too close, and when those BIG tentacles start reaching out of the portal thing, she goes for a full executioner-style swing. Wait. Candles? This guy wants her to … fine. She yanks the sign free of whatever it chopped through last and pivots to slam it down onto the candle closest to her. If the sign doesn't put it out, maybe the nice glob if black ichor stuff will.

*

Standing there like a statue, Inara decides to sit down. She shakes her head and sighs, smiling over towards where Fenris went to. Always protecting her. Gallant and gentlemanly till the very end. She is shaken out of her reverie by some squirrels that are searching her pockets. "No, no food today. Because I didn't know I would need it, that's why."

*

The candles are, fortunately, not supernatural themselves. The flame has taken on some magic but nothing a bit of stamping can’t deal with. It's a short bit of work for the three to close off the portal and, hopefully, mop up any remaining horrors. The tentacles of whatever huge thing was on the other side draw back when the tear begins to close. Once the scene is clear the tall man sighs with relief. His blade shrinks and shrinks until it's just a silver shard at the end of a necklace, which he replaces around his neck.

"Nice work." He sighs. Now that there's no imminent threat of death or shoggothery, he seems… very predatory.

"Thank you." He says nodding to both Sam and May. "Nice work." And with that he begins to walk away from the scene back toward the path where Inara is. Did he just… not stick around to answer questions? At least he's not moving fast.

*

Unfortunately for Sam, he's totally unarmed. So when the breach closes, getting Fenris to stick around and answer questions is the least of his concerns. He's surrounded by tentacled…things, with his foot covered in half-melted wax. "Screw it," he snarls, kicking one as hard as he can, just as another flies at him. He ducks left and catches it by the tentacle, ignoring the stab of teeth into his palm. Swinging it around like a morning star (or, to be a bit less dramatic, a rock in a sock) he uses it as a weapon to send its compatriots flying or splattering in all directions. When he's more or less clear, he drops the dizzied thing to the ground and punts it into a nearby tree trunk. "Tiger Woods, bitch!" he yells after it, throwing his arms in the air.

*

Melinda May tosses the park sign/improvised halberd aside when everything appears to be dealt with and flicks a bit of gore off of one sleeve just as the tall man simply starts to walk away. Seriously? Oh HELL no. She tosses an unimpressed look at Sam before starting after Fenris, predatory demeanor be damned. She intends to get some answers because she SURE as hell is not writing a report on this by herself. And if need be, she'll use her sash to get him to stop.

*

Inara sees Fenris as he starts to approach and smiles. "See? I told you that the problem would be dealt with. Now go one. Go get some rest, you have a big day of foraging tomorrow." She spreads her arms and just like that the flock of pigeons and squirrels and raccoons run off. "Do I want to know what that was all… Watch out behind you!"

*

Fenris has really, really good senses of hearing and smell, but Inara can talk to animals and he thinks that there is perchance the slightest possibility that she's seen something he hasn't sensed. He immediately whips around as she shouts, the Gale Rod spinning into his fist as the wind gusts about him, ready to unleash a gale force hammer blow if he needs it. Of course… he's not sure what he's going to be pointing it at yet. He's thinking perhaps a shoggothette or minor horror he missed somehow?

*

With a sneer of annoyance, Sam realizes that his hand is bleeding. He presses it against his shirt — which, as mentioned, is easily replaced — and stomps after Fenris, close behind May. He's about to yell for the man's attention when he whirls around, brandishing the magical artifact.

"Hey. Whoa! No need for fancy sticks," he says, leaning back slightly and reaching up with one finger. Yes, he's going to try to turn the Gale Rod aside so that it's not aiming at his face. "We're all friends here."

*

That does it. The black sash she kept in check while hacking up ugly little tentacled things shoots out at Fenris' hand — or maybe that wand-thing he's holding — with the intention of knocking it away. Sam, if you get a finger broken, she'll apologize later. Maybe.

*

As the two strangers start to attack Fenris, Inara holds out her arms. The animals that were just leaving her flock back to her side, all of them now looking at May and Sam. A tad disconcerting. "We don't want any trouble," the persian woman says, just loud enough to be heard. "Stand down. Please."

*

Yes… we're all frie- whap The rod in Fen's hand shoots out of his grasp, primarily because he wasn't expecting someone to try to take it away from him. Shoggoth face hugging yes, May sash whipping not so much. Well… we were all friends here. Fenris throws his left arm out to his side and opens a portal, vanishing in a blink and reappearing near Inara some twenty feet away. Glowering at Sam and May he yanks the chain off his neck again which sprouts into a silvery gran espee de guerre once more.

"And just who are you?" He's already tugging the red scarf off his neck. May's not the only one with that trick.

*

"I was just saying I didn't want any trouble," Sam says, a hint of dry humor in his voice. As a six-foot-tall, heavily muscled black man, it's not like he's never had a peaceful gesture misinterpreted — and that was when his shirt wasn't covered in blood. He turns to May, holding his unmarked hand up in a forestalling gesture as he backs toward Fenris and Inara. The message is clear: maybe she can let him handle the diplomacy side of things? Regardless of whether she follows him, he turns back to the other two, approaching slowly, hands empty and clearly visible.

"I'm Sam and that's May. We're in transportation," he answers Fenris with a disarming smile. "We're just wondering what just happened, and hoping you can explain it to us."

*

Melinda May is braced for a return attack, and is honestly a little surprised that the man instead chooses to relocate himself in a very unusual manner toward the woman with all the creepy staring animals surrounding her. Of COURSE they don't want any trouble. Regardless, she watches the tall thin man warily while sidestepping to retrieve the wand-thing she knocked from his hand. Her eyes flick toward Wilson briefly. If he wants to try to talk to them, sure. Fine. She'll stay right here. And keep glaring.

*

Looking down to one of the raccoons, Inara gestures with her head towards the gale rod that just got thrown aside. "Could you get that for me, please? Thank you." She then looks up to the pair, May and Sam. The woman does seem the more ferocious of the two, but when she sees Sam's hand, a look of worry blossoms on her features. "You're hurt. Do you need me to look at that?"

The raccoon that was on its way to fetch the wand gets just out of Melinda's kicking range and chitters at her, sitting up on hind legs and pawing at the air. "You do *not* have rabies. Stop telling people that."

*

The blade stays down at the lean man's side for now. "Demons happened. Elder demons." He snorts. "I thought that was obvious." Ostriches. All of them.

"And I was using this…" He waves the sword a bit. "On them. Which begs the question in my mind why you would then feel the need to swing anything at me."

*

Sam nods, placating toward Fenris. "Okay. Demons. Can't say I've got a lot of experience with demons, personally. But hey — I trusted you and knocked out those monk guys. Just asking for a little trust in return." Inara gets a smirk. "I've had a lot worse," he answers her. "It's just a few punctures. Keep pressure on 'em and I'll be fine. You a medic too, Snow White?" He loops a finger to indicate the animals clustered around her, their fight or flight instincts completely suppressed. "You sure doped those birds up." He's sort of joking — they're clearly under the influence of a spell or mutant ability — but it's a little unnerving, because he could normally analyze the birds' behavior to tell just how aggressive these people are.

*

Melinda May glares at the raccoon (yes, at the raccoon), then scoops up the stick thing. She watches Fenris and Inara and Sam's attempts at salvaging the situation, then turns the rod in her hand to offer to the chittering critter handle-first. If this furball tries to throw a spell at her after this show of trust…. let's just say her reaction will make Snow White there quite unhappy.

*

Inara keeps just behind the tall man, making the pair almost look like some sort of romance novel cover. She looks between the pair, wary. When asked about her talents as a healer, she nods and then seems to think better of it and shrugs. "Sort of. I know enough to stitch up a person." She shakes her head then. "No drugs. This is just the way animals are around me."

The raccoon accepts the wand and pops it in his mouth, skulking over to the pair among all the other animals. It offers it to Fenris, chittering at him now as well. "Lou," says the persian woman. "That joke is getting old."

*

There's a tense moment before Fenris returns his blade back to a necklace and walks forward a few paces to accept the rod from the racoon who gets a raised eyebrow. "Very funny Lou."

Sliding the rod into a little loop in his belt he turns to face Sam and May. "Wolfson." He says after a moment's pause. "Jeremiah Wolfson. Ask if you wish, though I can almost promise you will not like the answers."

*

Sam gives the man a skeptical look. "Seriously? Pretty sure I can handle the scary tentacle things." He points to his injured hand, which is still pressed firmly against his midsection. "My main question is whether this was an isolated thing, like somebody's powers went out of control, or they did the wrong ritual or something. If there are more people out there, like a cult, summoning these things intentionally, we should do something about it." He glances back at May. "She's, uh, higher up in transportation than me. She might want to know more than that."

*

Reeling her sash back in, May steps a bit closer to Wilson and the animal-ringed couple, though isn't close enough to the former to make it like the pair of them are a team. Not to mention her mostly non-descript clothing doesn't really declare her as part of anything, much less the USAF that Wilson has emblazoned across his shirt. "Is this kind of incident going to become a regular occurrence?" OH! She CAN speak!

*

Since the pair that claim they are in transportation (do they really think they are buying that?) Inara sends the animals away again. They fly and scamper off to their favorite places in the park, leaving the woman feeling a little vulnerable. She takes a big breath and looks to Fenris, letting him explain. She isn't exactly sure what he does, but is just glad he does it.

*

The gist of the questions makes 'Jeremiah' smile wryly. Inara has already heard of some of this. "Is going to become? You assume that it has not become so already. I have, myself, interrupted this kind of amature summoning somewhere close to twenty times in the last two months. These… witchlings should not have been able to muster the power, let alone the know how to rend the Veil. They certainly did not possess enough of either to control whatever came through. I believe that was by design, though this ritual was less… sloppy than most I've seen, I happened upon it only by pure chance. Actually, Inara here was told of it by frightened animals." He gestures to the persian woman next to him.

"There is… a method, a pattern to this, yes 'Sam', however it is not organized in that manner. Someone is using… what's the appropriate word… wannabe's - those who aspire to power for whatever reason - for their own purposes." And he has some notion of what those are but he's certainly not sharing that just yet.

Pausing a moment Fenris leans over to Inara. "Transportation? What are they claiming to be? Bus drivers?" He murmurs.

*

Hey, Sam could just be a big Air Force fan! It's not like they don't sell the shirts to civ… okay, that's not going to fool anyone. Not that May's putting any effort into acting like a typical citizen, either.

"Frightened animals, huh? And here I thought I was the only one who knew that trick," he says, crossing his arms and raising one eyebrow toward Inara. He seems amused by the coincidence in their choice of early warning systems, but he doesn't spare the topic much time before turning back to the more serious matter at hand. "Okay, so we've got some kind of supernatural bigwig taking advantage of a bunch of young wiccans and goth kids who don't know any better. Been a while since Marilyn Manson, so I suppose it was just a matter of time. Any idea who it is? Where they are? Some kind of" — he waves his hands in a gesture that can only be described as 'wooooooo' — "magic pattern you can pick up on?"

*

Melinda May pulls her phone from her pocket. "I need dates and locations." She is almost willing to bet money that if she were to have the SHIELD data crunchers cross reference any intel this man is willing to share with their intel database, they'll get a distressing number matches. Because that's who the SHIELD incident database works. Collect ALL the data, and collate it later.

*

Smiling, Inara puts on her best 'dealing with people face'. It's the one she uses when giving tours to people at the zoo. "I used to think I was the only one that talked to animals until I met Jeremiah." She rests a hand on Jeremiah's arm, rubbing it affectionately. Or maybe just using him as a security blanket. Most likely a little of column A and some of column B. She's a little out of her depth here, so just keeps an eye on the pair, making sure they aren't acting at all like they are going to attack.

*

Jeremiah gives May a curious and mildly amused look. "And if I were to do that… assuming I remember -" He does "- what would 'Transportation' be able to do about it. The few capable people I am aware of are already engaged in dealing with this. Not that more help would not be appreciated. It's getting out of hand fairly quickly, however this sort of thing can go from dealing with low powered magelings to fighting manifestations of eldritch horrors in less time than it takes to mention the possibility." He looks back between May and Sam, sizing up both with a very, very intense stare as he places his hand on Inara's.

"Are you perchance… talented yourselves? Mmmmmm… well, perhaps it does not matter. Inara, do you still have my day planner?"

*

"Or… she can put the pattern together," Sam amends, deferring to May with a one-sided smile. "I've got my talents, or so I've heard, but magic stuff? Not really. But I live here, and I don't like the idea of the place getting overrun by tentacle monsters. This is Manhattan, not Japan."

He seems to realize, however, that he doesn't have much to add to the interaction between Jeremiah and May. He turns instead to Inara, saying, "I wouldn't exactly call it 'talking.' Well, I mean, I do call it talking, but that's usually because I'm messing with people." He smiles gently at her. "I'm getting the feeling you aren't messing with me, though."

*

"Let's just say I know people." And who would May happen to be calling at this positively impolite hour of the night? Why, Sara Pezzini of course. This IS technically her turf, after all. Of course, she'll be offering SHIELD support to the detective, but not like right out loud. She takes a step or two closer, but is on the alert for the return of chittering raccoons. She starts the phone call, and before the person on the line can do more than accept the call, she all but barks into her phone, "Pezzini, I have some leads for you to follow." And then she's looking at 'Wolfson'. Out with it. Now.

*

Inara takes out the day planner from her purse. With the flick of a wrist, it snaps open and she takes out the pen, rifling through it to today's date. She then hands over pen and planner to Jeremiah. "I am curious exactly what branch of "Transportation" you are with and exactly how horrors from a non-euclidian dimension pertain to your department." However, her questions are cut short by the angry asian woman, by barking orders at her partner.

So, instead, Inara looks over to Sam and shakes her head with a stiff smile. "No. I'm not messing with you. I get along better with them then I do with people. Animals don't lie," she says, directing the last statement to May.

*

The lean man looks hesitant for a moment. This is the quandary when dealing with this kind of magic. On the one hand, help is welcome. On the other hand, unprepared help gets their souls fed to a monstrosity from beyond time and space… that said, if these two bus drivers wish to risk their immortal soul… He hands the planner to May. On the inside cover are a list of times and places. He'd been doing his own pattern recognition himself. Only a few of them are in the city proper. Many of them are in nearby state parks or otherwise rural areas, though this appears to be the third in Central Park itself. There are references to locations in Gotham as well and even one or two in Metropolis.

"I'm wondering what exactly it is they transport myself." Jeremiah gives Sam a pointed look and Inara a nod. No, animals do not lie. They have really no reason too. Except Lou and it may not count. Lou's nuts.

"Hold out your hand please." Fenris sighs at Sam.

*

Sam gives Jeremiah a sympathetic glance. May is definitely not a people person, but she does seem to have connections. It's probably best that they deal directly with each other. He turns back to Inara and smiles. "Sorry — just a little joke. I was in the Air Force." He broadly mimes an airplane by sliding his uninjured hand horizontally through the air, palm toward the ground.

"Get it? Transportation?" Since it's already extended, he turns the palm up toward Fenris as he elaborates, "I wasn't mainly flying the planes, though. Mostly jumped out of them."

*

Melinda May accepts the planner and starts rattling off the info she finds in it to Pezzini over the phone — regardless of whether or not the NYPD detective was ready for it. May's just grumpy like that right now. She glances over at Sam very briefly but doesn't stop rattling off the data until she's finished conveying all of it. "Call me back when you have something." *click* Okay, Sara will be entirely justified in giving her the stinkeye after that.

*

Inara shakes her head, frowning softly. "Then why not just say so? Honesty would garner you more trust." She watches to see just what Fenris is doing to the man's hand. She considers the legends and makes a silent prayer that her partner is not about to re-enact one of the more gruesome that she read. She holds out her hand for the planner when May is done with it.

*

Fenris holds one of his hands to either side of Sam's. There's a pulse of verdant light and a warm, tingly sensation on the affected appendage as the cuts from gripping the tooth-suckered tentacle stop throbbing and begin to close. In about ten seconds Sam's hand should be as good as new.

"There. Do go see your friends in transportation if you have any lingering headaches, a thirst for blood and/or flesh or dreams of sunken, impossible cities." Was that a joke? Seems… like maybe it was. "Shall we retire, then, Inara?"

*

Melinda May passes the planner back to Inara, then finally explains her affiliation with 'Transportation'. "I'm a pilot and field agent for SHIELD." The cat (raccoon) is pretty much out of the bag already anyway so why the hell not. "And yes, I do drive the Bus." One can almost hear the capitalization there. If you ask, though, you WON'T get an explanation.

*

"Aw, you don't think I'm trustworthy?" Sam asks Inara, grinning. He decides to gloss over the fact that he doesn't exactly know what May does, although his answer is honest: "I went with transportation because it's sort of an in joke between the two of us." He nods over at May, as his hand is occupied. "Sorry if you felt I was misleading you." And then May drops the bomb of her actual occupation, and he has to do his very best not-surprised face. Fortunately, his hand has just been miraculously patched up, so maybe they'll interpret his badly disguised amazement as him trying not to act impressed by Fenris's abilities.

*

"Please don't take it personally. You're only human after all. I realized that it's just human nature to lie about almost everything a long, long time ago." Even though Inara is apologizing, it comes off as being for the social politeness of it, rather than any genuine feelings of guilt. She puts the planner back in her purse and nods to Fenris.

"Let's go. Date night has gone on longer than it should have already." At least the babysitting is free.

*

Fenris nods first to Inara, then to Sam and May, drawing close to the Persian woman. "Be careful, if you decide to get involved. As I said, this goes from minor leagues to heavy hitters without warning. I'll be about…. good luck." With that Fenris loops his arm around Inara's shoulders and opens a portal on top of them. Then, in a flash, they're both gone.

*

"Ohhhhh kay." Sam freezes halfway through a wave as the pair of them just vanish. But he's got a few questions that are going to be easier to pose without them here, anyway. He turns to May with a quizzical look. "SHIELD? You're in SHIELD?" He crosses his arms. "You're…not quite what I expected. You didn't think that was worth mentioning before we were attacked by tentacle monsters?"

*

If the couple disappearing into one of those magical portal things is a surprise to May, she does a very good job of hiding it. Then Wilson asks her about being part of SHIELD, and she can't help it. She crosses her arms as well.

"Do you /really/ think that that would have made any difference?" She mentally debates calling this incident in to SHIELD. If she does, she's guaranteed paperwork. If she doesn't, she might also be guaranteed paperwork. Damned paperwork.

*

"I think knowing what you were capable of would been useful, yeah," Sam answers with a slight shrug, no rhetorical spin on his words whatsoever. "That kind of information does make a difference in a fight." Granted, the fight was over very, very quickly, but in truth, Sam is just trying to cover as he adjusts his thinking about May.

*

Melinda May is still not convinced, and the one quirked eyebrow might be a pretty clear indication of that. "Against things with tentacles." Not at all strangely, she doesn't have to do much adjusting at all of her own thinking about Wilson. Though there /is/ one question yet to be answered… "Why are you out here at midnight, anyway?" He's clearly not dressed for going clubbing or some such.

*

"Running," he says, feeling a little defensive in spite of himself. Then he makes a face, fielding a silent self-recrimination. If May has opened up about her job, the least he can do is answer her question honestly. "I haven't been sleeping a lot lately," he elaborates reluctantly. "Exercise clears my head. Sometimes." Unspoken: not lately.

*

Melinda May seems to study Wilson again as he admits to missing out on sleep, though she doesn't prod him for further information. Likely because she's been there herself. WAAAY more than once. And, she catches what goes unspoken as well. Of course, if he's anything like people she knows (and again, she'd bet actual money that he is), then he would never, ever accept help. Especially not from a relative stranger. "Well, I'll leave you to it, then." She DID just get back from sixteen hours of piloting analysts and scientists and other whiny passengers all over the eastern seaboard.

*

Sam nods, finding himself grateful for May's habitual stoniness. Something does seem to have passed unsaid between them, without him having to articulate it. "Thanks. Keep an eye out for demons," he says with a tight smile, before adding, "I'll, uh, let you know if I see any, too." Putting that reconnaissance training to good use, Wilson.


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