InsaneJournal

Who: Lizzie Bennet and Kevin Masterson
What: Surprise! Magic is real.
When: After this.
Where: The complex lobby.
Warnings: Probably low.
Status: Incomplete

Kevin was having a good day. Earlier, he’d pulled yet another scam for free beer. Why people kept trusting him he wasn’t sure, but outrunning them afterward was almost as satisfying as actually getting the beer. Not for the first time, Kevin had to be grateful to Bobby for running some of his old football drills with him. Nobody ever expected a fifteen year old kid to have a running back’s sprint, but most people didn’t have pro-ball stepdads. He’d also managed to make it back in time to troll the unintentional asshole, and that was always fun. He was glad he’d finally found a use for those blank achievement templates, he’d only had them saved for like two months!

That and he’d been able to go a whole conversation while restraining his natural instinct to hit on anything female. He was pretty sure that somewhere, Sharon Carter was having a heart attack. Kevin and restraint weren’t normally two words that belonged in the same sentence, but this was Lydia’s sister. Kevin didn’t really care about most rules, but that one he did respect. It never entered his mind that a 15 year old kid would have no chance with someone even older than Lydia, but that was just Kevin: A cocky little shit with a chip on his shoulder and a good heart buried way, way, way deep down.

Well, that and a magic mace forged by Odin All-Father. That was a neat little prize that most kids didn’t have. Currently the mace looked nothing like a mace and everything like a gnarled wooden walking stick, and Kevin had it propped against one shoulder as he strode into the lobby. Despite being a 15 year old kid, he had a confidence that made it seem like there was nothing odd about him walking around like he owned the place. He didn’t exactly look superheroic just now, but Bobby’s fitness regimen and Hercules’ fight training meant that he wasn’t your typical scrawny kid, either. He still wasn’t quite at the peach fuzz stage but he had a mess of shaggy blonde hair and a possibly permanent smirk. His eye was healed, but he still favored his left side a little from the bruised ribs he’d received during the red haze that was most of the big monster fight, and some of the claw slashes on his forearms had left scars. There were a few more under the Opeth shirt, but at least he wasn’t limping anymore. Whatever was left of his wounds didn’t seem to bother him as he strode off the stairs and into the lobby and began looking for Lydia’s sister.

In the back of his mind, underneath the attitude and the swagger, Kevin was still aware that proving this also meant she’d probably realize her little sister really had died. Hopefully she’d be able to handle that, because while Kevin was good at fighting, and eating, and drinking, and running, he wasn’t very good at feelings.