|Karrin Murphy (i_putontheboots) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2011-05-28 10:39:00
|Entry tags:||dinah lance, harry dresden, karrin murphy|
Faith & trust & pixie dust. [Murphy, Dinah, Harry]
Murphy was having a hard time thinking wonderful thoughts. Her best friend was missing and presumed dead, her badge had been suspended, and to top it all off, now she was trapped in Never-Never Land. Second star to the right and straight on till morning. Except this wasn't Never-never Land, was it? And it definitely wasn't Chicago.
Either way, what good could she possibly do here? She couldn't try to look for Harry on the sly. She couldn't even distract herself from her grief--or her refusal to grieve until she'd seen a body--by helping Sanya the lone Knight of the Cross, or Will and Georgia and the Alphas. She couldn't even seem to find a damn coffee shop, because the City kept rearranging itself every time she turned a corner. It was like a damn circus funhouse.
And then she saw it. An old, brick boarding house, with a set of stairs that looked like it led down to a basement apartment. It couldn't be. Harry's apartment in Chicago had burned to the ground. She stopped in her tracks and blinked, shaking her head as if to shake the illusion from her mind, but there it was, and there it stayed.
She touched the amulet that hung beneath her shirt--the one that let her through Harry's wards without setting off the big badda boom. She didn't know what this place was, but if she really was chosen to be the Knight of Faith, maybe she just had to trust that there was something in there that she was supposed to see. Steeling herself, she headed cautiously down the steps, one hand reaching for the doorknob while the other reached for her ever present sidearm. Better safe than sorry.
She just hoped she wouldn't dislocate her shoulder trying to shove the battered security door open. She doubted there was any subtle way to get into Harry's apartment, unless you happened to be an actual pixie.