“For fuck sake,” Senka growls, her little foxy form flickering with irritation. She reminds us of what’s at stake, “The fire, the homes of the supernatural creatures that live here, and the fact that if it gets much bigger you are going to gain the attention of some supernaturals that we really want to avoid you gaining the attention of.” Her eyes widen slightly, and I’m going to assume that it’s because she’s told us something that she wasn’t supposed to.
“Who?” River asks, his eyes narrowed.
Senka shakes her head, “You shouldn’t even know that there is a who. Just pull back the fire as quickly as you can, and try not to let your combined fire get so out of control again.”
“And she’s gone,” I mutter, rolling my eyes as Senka disappears. “Let’s get rid of this fire.”
It only takes us a couple of moments to reel the fire back in, and River even uses his gift with the earth to heal the scorched ground, and soon everything is looking exactly as it did before our make-out session almost caused catastrophic events.
“So, any ideas what she meant?” Coen asks, once everything is back to normal.
I shake my head, “I have no idea. But she obviously wasn’t supposed to tell us that much.”
“No, definitely not,” River agrees. “It does mean that we’ve apparently got another unknown threat.”
I shrug, “What’s another one at this point?”
They both grin at my nonchalance.
“Fair point. The spirit guides must be in the background making sure that we don’t gain their attention. I assume that they will let us know when the time is right or when we have gained the threat's attention. Whomever they are,” Coen replies.
“Probably,” I reply, pulling my phone out of my pocket and sending a text in our group chat so I don’t forget to tell them later. “I’ll let the guys know.”
“Good plan,” River says, as he pulls me under his arm and kisses the top of my head.
I type out a message explaining the latest developments and immediately get messages back from the others.
Reed:Awesome, more threats.
Raiden:We’ll put it in the to deal with later pile.
Ransom:Good idea. It’s probably something that we already know is a threat anyway.
Doc:I don’t think that we’re that lucky.
Van:We’re not. We’ll deal with it when it becomes an issue.
Griff:I’m happy to go with that plan. Like a lot of things at the moment, there isn’t really much else that we can do.
Van:Agreed.
I put my phone away and look at Coen and River, “What now?”
“Come on,” Coen says with a grin. “Show me what you guys figured out about your fire.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I ask.
Coen’s eyes heat. “I promise I won’t try to get you naked again while we’re out here.”
“I guess I promise that too?” River adds, phrasing it like a question, and not seeming too happy about it.
“Shame,” I smirk.
Van
Putting my phone in my pocket again, I frown. Threats need to stop appearing out of the fucking woodwork, or at least give us the chance to get rid of the last one before another one appears.
Glancing at Doc, who is also frowning unhappily at the latest turn of events, he glances up at me, “I find it a hell of a lot more worrying that a spirit guide is worried about a threat to us than any of the other threats we are facing.”
