Harry Dresden (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dresdensluck) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-04-24 18:52:00 |
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Where: a cafe
What: A meeting to talk about things that are not so good, part two of Harry's Crazy Week.
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings/Rating: PG-13, for references to very bad crimes against children
Status complete
Harry was sitting in the juice bar cafe chairs, settled in the shadows where it was a little cooler and where a slight breeze blew over him. He had settled in with a tablet , a cheap thing he had found that he hoped he didn’t fry, and was tapping at it, slowly, working on a notation as he waited for Emma. He was early and had a banana smoothie slowly melting next to him as he worked.
Emma walked in, wearing a suit and flat dress shoes. She was giving up on heels while pregnant. Having one inconvenience was enough. She ordered a berry smoothie and sat across from Harry. “Hello, Mr. Dresden.”
Harry rose as he saw her, and smiled, then sat himself when she did. “Hello, Mrs. Summers. How are you doing today?”
“Well, much better than last time.” She leaned back in her seat. “I’m apparently due in mid-December. Poor dear. So, we have things to discuss.”
Harry smiled as he saw her. “Wow. Poor kid.” He noted that down, even so. “I think we do. Like, the whole story about the arrest. And a new thing. If you do something, and it could, in any reasonable way, come back to bite you in the ass, write it down and give it to me.” He nodded. “I want to be able to protect you as quickly as possible. “
“Yes, well, things were a little hectic at the time.” Emma sighed. She pressed her lips together. “I can do better than write down what happened, if you’re willing to let me in past your guards.” He was no doubt a very willful person, and she wanted to keep things good between them.
Harry nodded. “Understandable. I just want to be able to help you.” He smiled faintly at her. then he blinked. “My guards? What do you mean?”
“I keep forgetting we don’t dream about the same things.” Obviously she had to talk to a wider variety of people. “I can show you what happened in explicit detail if you allow my mind to connect to yours. You’ll see the event as I remember it, through my eyes.”
Harry arched an eyebrow. Wow. "Okay. " It made him feel weird but not bad, so he nodded. "That could be helpful. "
“Okay, then just relax, and don’t fight me.” She reached out to his mind, her touch as gentle as possible. She eased her way into his mind, just enough to share the memory of what happened. Detecting the child in the backseat of the car, following to the remote house, finding all the children who were being held, and the men who were abusing them. Logan’s reaction was predictable, and Emma enabled it, shielding the children from experiencing the holy hell that was being unleashed on the men.
Harry relaxed, closing his eyes and experiencing the incredible realism of her memories. It was, in a way, like the dream memories and he filed them away before nodding to her. “That works. Wickedly well.” He swallowed and shook his head, which felt overstuffed.
Emma slowly tapered the connection off, so it wouldn’t cause him discomfort. “And that’s what happened.”
Harry shook his head. “Sounds like a rather intense day. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” People like that made a lot of pain and sorrow, and he wished they never existed.
“Oh, there is another thing.” Emma looked a little embarrassed. “I used that power to make Nate’s mom forget about him, and used it against a few doctors and nurses in the process to get my family out of the hospital with as little hassle as possible. I didn’t do anything technically illegal, but I did do something entirely immoral, which could come back to bite me in a less legal manner.”
Harry sighed, listening. “Why? And how? And who was involved?” He took out paper and pen and began taking notes, in a shorthand mixture of three languages.
Emma launched into the story of how she adopted Nathan Pryor. It was a relatively short story, for the amount of insanity it contained.
Harry listened, taking notes, then set them aside. “Huhn. Life here in this world is getting as weird as it is in my dreams. I’m not sure if that is good or bad.” He thought bad, but he didn’t want to curse things.
“Ugh, tell me about it.” Emma noted, sipping her smoothie. “I’m yearning for a quiet week at home with my boys.” She really was. Winston would probably understand if she asked for some time off, just until the school year ended. Avoiding Scott wasn’t helping, and she truly missed spending time at home with them both.
Harry smiled. “Then do so. As your lawyer, I am advising you to take some time away from the public life, or even corporate life.” He pulled out a pad and grinned. Doctor Magius was a good man. “Here.” He handed over the card with Magius’ name and address and number on it.
“This is a good doctor I know. He can help if you need anything.“
Emma took the number with a smile. “My doctor is good, but I’ll keep him in mind. Thank you for your hard work, Harry.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for the challenge. And remember, if something happens, call me, right away. Or call me.” He tapped his head. “I’m first, well, after, whoever you call for help.”
“I will, I promise.” She stood again, offering her hand. “It was a pleasure as always, Mr. Dresden.”
FIN.