You know what pisses me off? What gets me?
It isnÆt fiancÚes. I get enough of them to slowly build a callus over my soul, thanks to my father.
IsnÆt danger. Really; it kills the boredom.
It isnÆt the female attention. I am a manly man, after all.
It isnÆt the male attention. In this world, they are all better than Tatewaki Kuno.
It is that my adoptive father/brother figure is right.
He once said that I couldnÆt walk through a church, without the devil causing me trouble.
So, stupid me, while my boss/father figure is on breakùI mean, on his private island, probably being cared for by the Winter QueenùI decided to enter the woods near Chicago, and try and practiceùnee, remakeùsome martial arts moves.
What happens? I am dragged into a plan by the Winter Lady to try and make me her new pick for the Winter Knight, using a hostage, and it all goes wrong. Hells bells, I donÆt even know if the position is open!
ôYouÆre not Harry,ö my stowaway replies. Her name is Faith Aston. Many years ago, Harry rescued her, and unknowingly uncovered a Potential. She can use magic.
Guess who the random human hostage was.
ôAnd once again, I know that,ö I replied. ôHe trained me.ö
ôWhere is he?ö Faith asked. ôI was told heÆd save me.ö
ôHeÆs recovering from a run-in with a bad guy,ö I offer. Truthfully, none but me and the Chicago Defendersùmy choice, which got vetoedùknow Harry is alive. I only know because he swore on his magic that should he die, his island in Lake Michigan, Demonreach, would be mine. In fact, I carry a vial of the dirt from said uncharted island in my subspace pocket.
When I saw his blood near the Water Beetle, I pulled it out and saw if I could claim it.
It violently rejected me.
I knew what was going on. Mab would not let the Knight she wanted, go so easily.
Also known to me, was that revealing such would send every magical nut there to finish the job.
So, I gathered those who should know, closed us in a circle, had Molly veil us, and told them.
What did I get? Thanks? Congrats for proving Harry lived?
Nope; constant requests to head out thereùI was the only one with a chance to step foot on that soil and not be killed, becoming the unofficial head of the Defend Chicago Resistance, and spending a lot of my time keeping Molly from succumbing to HarryÆs godmother. As if I didnÆt have enough shit to deal with from the White Council and Wardensà
And now, I am rescuing a girl who he once saved during his last days with Ragged Angel Investigations.
Only, sheÆs not ten anymore. SheÆs legal, able to do magic, was just used for a Winter Court plot against me, and clinging to my injured body.
Here I was, in the woods, dragging a wounded leg, an eighteen-year-old with delusions of Harry, towards her home, hoping for the best.
I am once again reminded of something Harry taught me: hope is like every other four-letter word.
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Growing, I look through my binoculars. Yep, my luck holds trueà
The economy hit the Astons as hard as everyone else.
Everyone else being the top one percent of Chicago. All that meant was they sold their townhouses in the city, and moved to the woods beyond suburbia and the æoutskirtsÆ.
And like before when Harry had been hired to find a runaway, they had apparently called the media and been trying to claim trouble.
If my lip-reading was accurate, using the same story as well.
ôGreat,ö I muttered.
ôSo, kidnapped again?ö Faith asked.
I nodded, wondering if her luck with parents was like mine. Though I had yet to hear her complain about seppuku.
Maybe her mother wants her to be womanly?
ôShit.ö
And here I thought I had the potty-mouth.
Potty-mouth? I have been spending way too much time with the Carpenters.
ôAny ideas?ö she asked, looking over my shoulder at the gathering that was her familyÆs front lawn.
ôOne,ö I replied, reaching into my pocket for a sealed package, and hoped it still worked.
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It did.
I was owed a favor by a reporter for the local Channel 7 News, a female who didnÆt like being scooped by the male lead for the network.
Good for me, said male had shown up with his own news van to cover the story of the ækidnapped heiressÆ.
So, one phone call, one gender changeùFaith loved it, one change of clothes to look like a female hikerùFaith gave tips on fashion, and a meeting at the nearby eatery, and my ass was saved.
As far as those who watched the live broadcast was concerned, Faith had gone for a walk, ran into a wild animal, and was saved by æRanko SaotomeÆ, martial artist, from it, before being brought to the local diner.
Magic bless æGentlemanÆ Johnny Marcone and his payments for making my girl-form have a legal identity. Dresden hated me getting such a payment from Marcone, or anything from Marcone. But IÆd rather be legal in this world, with the documentation to prove it, and Marcone was willing to do such for my help during the werewolf fiasco.
Amazingly, the White Council has yet to give me documentation saying I belong anywhere. What a shock.
In the end, what did it get me?
Still got a limp. Media believes it was a wild animal. I know it was a Winter Fae. Either way, IÆm spending a few days at my apartment healing, and figuring out how this would all come back and bite me tomorrow.
Got my own apprentice. Hopefully, this one has less æseductionÆ for me planned than Molly had from Harry. Actually, I just hope she doesnÆt try and seduce me at all. Yes, sheÆs legal. No; IÆm not looking.
Feh, like my opinion mattered to anything of the opposite gender that looked at me.
Ragged Angel Investigations and Harry are getting a long-overdue check, thanks to Faith. Nothing like a prodigal daughter before a camera to put the parents into hot water.
On my balcony, it doesnÆt matter. As I look over the lake and the city, I still miss him. I know he lives, because I havenÆt been attempted to be drafted for the Winter KnightùMab hinted it would be either me or Dresden. If heÆs dead, IÆm left.
Then again, Titania hinted at me I was her choice when Fix left.
Mom was wrong, too manly is a very bad thing here.
I got an apprentice coming tomorrow for trainingùhopefully only of the magical variety, as I owe the reported a night out.
No, I didnÆt miss the wink-wink she added after saying that. I prayed I had just imagined it, but the glare from Faith afterwards had me doubting my chances on any account.
Almost a decade here, and I can only think of how little things have changed. I know magic, but females of many species chase me. I am left standing on a path uncertain, following a faith ill-defined, and dealing with angry tomboys.
Only the tomboys know veil magic damned well, so I will definitely not call her such, for fear of lightning up my jock.