Fin

The little trip to the fae lands had been a success. He'd retrieved the stone, saved the girl, and gotten out without even having to make a deal with Fin. What an idiot. John was so judgmental. He knew in his heart it wasn't fair, and Danny warming to Fin did influence his opinion, but, still. What an idiot.

He'd had a late night at the pub, shaking away the shadow of this last demon. He was walking home, staggering a bit, when something hit him hard. It raced through him lightnign fast, yet he could feel it in every single cell.

"Oh, holy shit," he said, instantly sober. It didn't feel bad, but John had been between worlds enough to know when the fabric of reality shifted.

And the aftertaste on his tongue was Fae.

"Wonder who fucked up," he said to himself, lit a fag, and walked on home.

In the morning he could still feel a residual tingle in his limbs and he didn't like it. He was sure it'd go away, and he'd gotten online and as far as he could tell nothing was different. Politics, music, magic, wars, and whatever the fuck was going on across the pond. Same shit, different day.

And the Next day when he woke up and he still had that bloody taste on his tongue he decided he'd probably better investigate.

He knew two fae in the city. One...he wasn't talking to. Bloody dangerous and John was reckless sometimes but he wasn't a fool.


That left the actor. He still had his number so sent him a quick text.

Beans by St. Bart's 2pm today r u available xxJohn

He figured Fin likely didn't keep his number so he should sign it.