A Little Bit of Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust [Closed]

[dirtyredneck]

There's been a small surge in supernatural related news in the media lately. It's only because Daryl's investigating Maria on Simon's behalf that he's even paying attention to said news. But a small story in the one of the local tabloids about a missing little girl that 'flew away' from home caught his attention. It wasn't that he normally gave such things any credence, but after reading it and the very heart-felt plea for the girl's return as quoted from the parents, Daryl thought it sounded just a little too real to be ignored. Maria could wait a few days.

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[anniesgonemad]

"A month!" Annie gasped, and looked over at her cat-friend. Daryl was much larger than a standard cat, in bobcat form, but she could understand why the fae would be slightly confused. "Oh, no, that's not good- time moves differently for humans, and I'm afraid Lady Kayla's friends and family miss her terribly." They had to get her back.

"Is there any way you can summon her back?"

[dirtyredneck]

The fae drew itself up, starting to look annoyed again, "I couldn't possibly! I've already been here too long without my needle and the house is barely presentable as it is. You'll just have to wait."

[anniesgonemad]

Annie's jaw dropped. "What if- what if I got you a new needle?" That had to work. "Maybe then we could get her back sooner?"

[dirtyredneck]

The fae gasped, horrified, "A new one?! How dare you! That needle is more important that your whole stupid race! I must have it!"

It huffed, feathered head shaking and pointed to the door, "Out! You are no longer welcome here!"

[anniesgonemad]

"Oh-oh!" Annie gasps, and reaches for Daryl. "I was going to get you a better one- shinier- I'm sorry- please let me stay?" She looks her most innocent and adorable as she can.

[dirtyredneck]

The fae's feathers went stiff and flared up around it's head in a halo of rainbow as it screamed "GET OUT!" It's voice was no longer tiny, but a booming thunder that physically pushed both Annie and Daryl out of the house. The door and windows slammed shut, closing it off to further entry.

Daryl shook himself and attempted to transform back, but found he couldn't. He let out a frustrated growl that came out more like a defeated whine. Today was not going well at all.

[anniesgonemad]

The ground seemed to fly up to meet Annie as she was pushed out of the house, landing squarely on her butt. Looking over at the house, she closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. Shit- she was so bad at this. So so so bad. Why did anyone ever let her be a hunter, if this was how she did her field work? Sloppy, can't even reason with a fae...

She looked over at Daryl. "I'm so so sorry."

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl snarled at her, trying to get 'Don't be sorry! Do something!' across to her. Sitting around wallowing in apologies wasn't gonna get the girl back, nor was it going to get him back to normal. He continued to make low growls as he stalked over to her fallen books and pawed one open. See if he could find anything on the pages about the kind of fae they'd just had the misfortune of pissing off.

[anniesgonemad]

Regardless of whom the bobcat was, the snarl was enough to get Annie to be quiet, though she still wanted to mutter another I'm sorry</> again. Pulling at the ends of her hair, she leaned over the books, picking up one Daryl wasn't looking for.

"A month, she said- all for a needle." She should just call Finnick.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl was having a much harder time than he had any right to in pawing through the book. He couldn't get just one page to turn. Four or nine all flopped over at once from the pressure unless he dared to try and use his claws. Which he hadn't yet. But he was getting to the point he might. He just didn't want to destroy the book.

If he could have talked, he would have been grumbling about why Annie didn't just offer to get the damn needle. Surely two adults could get it faster than some kid, right? He really hated that he couldn't talk right then and there.

[anniesgonemad]

Oh, please don't destroy Annie's books. That would be really, really bad.

Honestly, the idea didn't occur to her. What did occur to her, as she started looking up feathered fae, was that there had to be a way to get back on the fae's good side. To turn Daryl back.

"Excuse me?" Annie knocked on the door. "Can- uhm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I was just, uhm- I'm really really sorry." Please turn her friend back.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl was getting closer and closer to said destruction with every passing moment. And Annie's racket at the door wasn't helping. Nor was her apology. He couldn't find anything about the fae easily, not himself, so he moved the pages back to one he had recognized and sat down on it, staring at Annie with a glare that he hoped adequately conveyed his desire for her to come look.

The page was open to a listing of fae known for their cursebreaking ability. Getting their help might be difficult, but if the one in the house wouldn't help, then they'd have to go to someone else. A witch, even. Just someone to remove it. And as much as Daryl might be able to track the girl's scent - or better yet, that asshole fae's - to the other realm, he didn't want to be stuck as a cat the whole time.

[anniesgonemad]

She can feel Daryl's eyes on her, and she stops, coming over towards him. "What's that?" Annie bent over to see where Daryl was perched.

"You're right- we need to get you back." Without Daryl, Annie had actually no way of driving that motorcycle back to Hillingdon. She was going to have to take a bobcat on public transportation, because she had no idea how to drive.

Reaching up, she pulled at the ends of her hair. They needed to track this girl, but they needed Daryl to be his human self again. She'd messed this up so so so bad.

[dirtyredneck]

Well, at least she seemed to have gotten the message. Now to figure out who to go to. Or how to get to the, for that matter. Thy were in Redbright territory, so plenty enough fae and their doors to the other realm were likely around. It was finding one that would be sympathetic to their cause. Or willing to do it for a price they could easily pay without getting into uncomfortable territory. That or a witch.

Unfortunately, Daryl was unable to make those choices. Simply because he couldn't vocalize his wishes in a proper manner. At this point, he had to rely on Annie.