|Count Your Blessings
Author: C.M. Kelly PM
Part 2: In the wake of her boyfriend's death, Fi hits the road with Jack to track down their mother. They soon find themselves in a small Indiana town where male bar patrons have been disappearing, and the siblings suspect a succubus may be responsible.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Adventure - Chapters: 6 - Words: 9,870 - Updated: 09-14-11 - Published: 07-05-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7150409
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Jack locked his eyes on the road, keeping uncharacteristically quiet. He was dwelling on the fact that he hadn't been able to comfort his sister after her boyfriend was murdered. Fi wouldn't let him. She just got in the car and told him to drive, so that's what he did.
It had been five weeks of living out of the Mustang and Jack and Fi had not found any additional sign of their mother's whereabouts. All they had was her lyric book, skewed with notes from what looked like decades of paranormal research. Fi was using the daylight to browse the book, occasionally turning it to the side as if there were something written along the margins.
Their first stop had been Black Water Ridge, Colorado - the coordinates Molly had left them - but they found nothing there but a wendigo. If Molly had been in Black Water Ridge at all, she had left no trace and was long gone. With no other leads, they stopped by their old house in Hope Springs to grab a few things, only to find the house had been foreclosed upon. All their belongings were gone, the house empty.
"We could scam enough money to buy it back from the bank," Jack had suggested.
"What's the point?" was Fi's only response.
So here they were, five weeks, seven states, and four monsters-of-week later, in their new home on wheels just as they had become accustomed to from years of touring with their mother. Except the Mustang was a bit more snug than the tour bus. There was no more retreating to one's room when the other was mad or upset. No more doors to close.
And no more Ned to drive, Jack thought to himself, missing the luxury.
The siblings had debated stopping at the Bells' for a visit but decided against it. Fi didn't feel like explaining why she wasn't at school and Jack didn't want her to have to. She hadn't mentioned the incident once. She would occasionally clench her jaw as though she was fighting off tears while browsing through her cell phone. Jack assumed she must have been trying to delete Jesse's number, or maybe stopping herself from calling his voicemail just to hear his voice.
Jack's focus returned when he felt eyes on him from the passenger seat.
"You okay, Fi? Hungry?"
"Your eyes keep drooping. You're tired."
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Jack smiled for reassurance, adding, "Besides, I should be the one worrying about you."
Fi didn't answer. She directed her vision back out the passenger window. This wasn't the time to talk about Jesse. Not yet.
Jack gave his sister some time to respond on her own, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily.
"We're going to have to talk about this, Sis."
"If you're talking about Jess, no, we don't," she shot back.
"You're acting like it didn't happen. He was your boyfriend. He was killed, Fi, by the same supernatural piece of sh-"
"That got Dad? Is that what you were going to say?" Fi interrupted, her tone sharp.
Jack locked his jaw and looked back out onto the road ahead of him.
"They died the same way, you know. On the ceiling. I don't think there was ever a car accident. I didn't remember it until I saw him…" her voice trailed off.
Jack waited to speak. He let another moment pass before breaking the silence in the car.
"I know. I've known for about a year now. There was definitely a car crash, but I don't think that's what killed him. I remember the fire, Mom yelling. All of it."
Fi nodded, letting out a sarcastic laugh, then shook her head.
"When were you going to fill me in, Jack? Maybe I could have-"
"Saved him? Have you noticed that anyone we try to be with - you, me, Mom - they all get hurt? They all die. You ever wonder why that is?"
Fi acknowledged the question as rhetorical, but didn't answer for a different reason: You, me, Mom. Gabe.
Jack was actually admitting that he lost her. He'd never brought up her death before. He wore her necklace everyday, and sometimes Fi caught him clutch the angel charm when he was trying to be strong, but he wouldn't talk about her.
Gabe had leukemia. Fiona had donated her own bone marrow to save her. An intervention that should have never been.
"Fiona?" Jack broke her thoughts, "Do you know why that is?"
"You really want me to answer that, Jack?"
"Because it would interfere with our responsibility," he answered for her.
"Our responsibility to find mom?" Fi played dumb. Even after all that had happened, she did not want to admit her destiny, or worse, have Jack say it out loud.
"You know what you are. What I am. And what we're supposed to do."
"Oh, you mean the whole 'avenge Dad's death, save the world' thing?" she said bitterly, her fears confirmed. Jack had somehow found out about the legend of Fionn and their true destiny.
"It's funny, Fiona. This used to be your whole world - all this paranormal, otherworldly missionary work. Now look at you, just another stuck up bitch with a scowl on her face who can only feel sorry for herself."
"Alright, that's it. Pull over. Pull over the car. Now!"
Jack did what he was told.
"This was a stupid idea," she said too-calmly, releasing the handle on the Mustang and slamming the door behind her. "I should've stayed at Stanford."
"You can't run from it, Fi," Jack shouted, "Wherever you go, whoever you meet, it's going to make your life a living hell."
Jack rolled the Mustang in pace with his sister as she began walking down the empty country road.
"Go away, Jack."
"Get back in the car, Fiona."
Jack let this go on for about a half mile before driving ahead, then pulled the car to the side of the road. For a second, Fi thought he was actually driving away. When she saw the car stop, she pivoted and began walking in the opposite direction. Jack was right on her heels.
"Okay, that's enough."
Jack grabbed his sister and threw her over his shoulder, unsuccessfully dodging her arms in her attempt to get away.
"Ah, you're embarrassing me, Fi," he said jokingly.
She grunted and gave a hard punch to her brother's back.
"Put me down, you jerk."
"Not a chance."
When they reached the car, he tossed his sister back into the passenger seat and closed the door. She didn't try to escape, but refused to look at Jack.
"You're an asshole," was all she said.
Jack smirked, and with a rev of the engine, the two continued on their road trip.