Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-02-10 10:55:00 |
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Current location: | Jeremy's House |
Current mood: | pissed off |
Entry tags: | iris dickinson-lewis, jeremy lewis, place: la |
Popping Into the Wrong House
Who: Iris and Jeremy
Where: Jeremy's House
When: Monday Night
Jeremy had finally finished unpacking, and had at least begun to make the house feel like, well... if not home, at least not someone ELSE'S home. He was ready to settle in for an evening of reading and relaxing to some music, and more or less waste time until he could go to sleep, and wake the following morning to meet his Slayer again. He was determined to make Catherine the finest slayer she could be, and to deserve the trust she was already putting in him.
"...so, when do we know?" Iris asked, popping into the upstairs bedroom. She had been talking to Pat just a split second before, discussing the spell that Chloe was performing downstairs. It took her a second to recognize the room without her stuff inside of it, but it quickly dawned on her what had happened. Chloe had somehow sent her to her old house! "Sonivabitch!" Iris swore from upstairs. "That's what I get for trusting Sabrina."
Having not quite turned on the stereo yet, Jeremy raised a brow as he heard what he'd swear was a female voice coming from his upstairs bedroom. Looking toward the ceiling, he called up: "Who's there???"
Iris had to take a moment to realize that someone else lived here. Damn, to only add hell to this. "Um...the last owner of this house?" Iris answered and, a second later, popped into the living room.
Jeremy's eyes widened, and he stumbled backward, falling directly on his ass. "Holy shit..." he muttered, scooting backward, against the wall. "No wonder I got the friggin' place so cheap..." To his credit though, he actually looked more taken by surprise than actually shocked.
Iris walked through the front door, only to pop back in a few moments later. "This is what I get for trusting a teenager of a witch," she mumbled. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but it seems that, in an effort to unchain me to my ex-husband's house, they seem to have rechained me to our old place. Have you lived here long?"
"Lucky me, I just moved in last night..." He stared in disbelief for a minute, before muttering. "Oh my god.... you're Iris McConnell, aren't you?"
"The one and only," Iris said. "Mind telling me your name, since it seems we're sharing a place until I can wring the neck of Chloe and Pat for getting me to trust a teenager with a spell like this?"
"J-Jeremy. Jeremy Lewis." He was struck at once by how horrible this must be for the poor girl... but also by how almost ethereally beautiful she was. "I... I totally understand if you want me out of here."
"You totally got this place fair and square, so that's not needed," Iris told him. "Besides, to be honest, just about anything is better than sharing a place with Pat and his new very pregnant girl. Don't get me wrong, they're both nice enough people, but...it's just weird." OK, actually, a little heart wrenching to be around, but also weird.
"...his..." Ouch. He didn't know the details, and frankly, he didn't need to. He didn't even care right now if this was a ghost, a spirit, a demon, whatever the hell it was. What mattered to him right now was that this poor thing was obviously hurting. "Wow. Um... I know I've kind of turned this into more of a bachelor pad, but... you're more than welcome to, I guess, stay here? If you want?"
"Thanks," Iris said with a smile. Of course, technically, she was stuck here, but you might as well like the company you keep, right? "Sorry to kind of barge in on you like this. The girl doing the spell was just supposed to let me actually leave the other house, not actually reattach me somewhere else. Boy, won't they be shocked. So, what brought you to LA in the first place?"
"Work. I'm... a teacher, of sorts." He gave a nervous smile, one that looked more boyish and charming than his age would usually allow.
"Of sorts, eh?" She recognized this sideways talk when she heard it. She had been hearing it for too long not to. "My husband is now dating or living with or whatever it is they are doing with a Slayer, so there's no need to sugar coat anything."
"Oh. Well..." He ran a hand through his hair with a sheepish grin. "I guess now that that's out of the way... yeah. I'm here to train a Slayer."
"Well, I'm also a ghost who was a telekinetic in life," Iris added. "Not exactly out of the loop then, either." She couldn't help but return that smile. It was actually rather cute. "A lot of those girls were lacking on Watchers last I knew. Still the case?"
"Well... yeah. But we're working on it." He hadn't really let himself make any friends, or even really talk to anyone in anything other than a business capacity, since his Camilla had died a few years ago. He hated to admit it... but it felt nice. "It's why we're here, after all."
"Most of those girls are good kids, so take care of them. Which one did you get?" Please oh please don't say Skylar, or Iris just might have to lock herself in a closet.
"Her name's Catherine. Russian girl, very polite, very eager to learn. I'd say I lucked out, actually. From what I've heard, a few of these girls want to be anything other than what they are. And I can't really blame them."
"They can't all enjoy what they do," Iris said. She knew that she wanted to get rid of her own powers for years. Sure, her's didn't come with an expiration date on her life, but she understood a little bit. "Catherine's the one with the rainbow hair, right?"
Jeremy laughed, as that was one way of describing her. "Yeah, that would be Catherine. You've... really been immersed in this life out here, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but I lived in Sunnydale along with the rest of them. You kind of get immersed in it after a while there." Or you die, usually. Not that it did her any good in LA.
"Is there anything... I mean, can I do anything to make any of this easier on you? I mean, I don't mind making part of the house more girl-friendly.... whatever the hell that means..." He wasn't sure what was more sad: the fact that he was talking to a ghost or the fact that it was the longest conversation he'd had with anyone in two years.
Iris actually seemed to think on that for a moment. "Not sure. If I think of something, I'll let you know." She gave an unneeded sigh. "It's been great just talking to someone, though." Someone not caught up in her twisted triangle of a sort of love life.
"Hey, it's no problem. Really. Anytime you need someone to talk to... let me know." He gave her a sad little smile. "I know it must suck to be like... well... like that."
"I'll let you know," Iris said to him. "It's no picnic, believe me." She supposed it could be a lot worse but, unless she was actually in a real honest to god hell, she wasn't sure how it could really get worse.
"Just... like I said. Anything I can do, let me know. And for the record... I'm damned sorry about what happened to you." He said, taking a deep exhalation of breath.
She gave him a sad smile. "I suppose it could have been a lot worse, though. Dying sucked, don't get me wrong, but I heard what happened to one of the Watchers." You tend to hear a lot when you're a ghost. "I appreciate that, though."
"Hey. No problem." He smiled, but it was forced, as if trying to mask some real sadness inside him. "Now... if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready for bed."
She nodded. "That's fine." She just didn't need to sleep. "If you don't mind, I'll probably watch some of your TV."
"Hey... like I said, anything you want." He smiled again, turning to head upstairs.
She smiled up at him as the television flickered on behind her. She turned away and sat down to find something to watch.