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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Toby Daye, Jun 23, 2018.

  1. Toby Daye

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    July 7th, Y7

    Life for Toby had started to take a different shape. It was odd going from being alone on an average, every day basis to having your phone full of texts and someone coming over almost every day. To go from eating breakfast alone by yourself every time you woke up to finding someone texting you about a late night dinner before you had to go to work? More than nice. Much more than nice.

    So perhaps Toby's life had finally started getting better. She still had cases, still had work to do, but it kind of felt like there was more to life than just work. Something she really hadn't had in the last two years of being in Pandora. And maybe she was being a little more cautious when it came to work. It was really hard to cuddle on the couch when you needed to stitch yourself up. So maybe Qrow was a good influence in a few different ways, even if she hadn't talked to him about it. He had just sort of given her something more in her life.

    Which was why her thoughts sort of turned to him when she got to the Bay. She wasn't far from where he worked and well, maybe if this wrapped up early she could see if he was working a little later. The sun had just set a little bit ago and there was a chance he was lurking somewhere around here all the same. Toby dashed her thoughts in that direction and kept moving to the house she was supposed to check up on. Someone in Pandora Town hadn't seen their friend in awhile. The two women were from different worlds but had made a friendship all the same. The woman had two kids and apparently liked it in Pandora. Her old life back home had been bad and things were different in Pandora. One of the things that had been bad back home had been her husband. Who had shown up in Pandora the week before.

    Not everyone understood abuse. Not everyone understood that it was hard to pull yourself out of it when you felt like you deserved it. When you felt like this was your life and the way it had to be. Toby had been through that with Devin. She had been with him for fifteen years when she was young and stupid. When she hated the world and had to deal with being a half breed her whole life. With no one to protect her besides a thin layer that screamed she's Adamine's daughter. People hadn't even known who the woman really was but it had been enough that Toby had dealt with less than others. It was complicated though.

    The friend in PT had told Toby where the woman lived and Toby was basically just supposed to check up on her. Make sure everything was alright. The friend didn't want to go because she had her own kids to look after and well, she wasn't able to do something if her friend's husband had fallen back on his old ways. Toby could though. She had her knives and gun hidden under an illusion on her hips. Still in her standard Toby uniform; jeans, sneakers, t-shirt, and brown leather jacket. Though the jacket was certainly becoming dingy. It had been through a lot. Had been bled on a lot.

    Toby turned onto the street she was supposed to be on. Then she heard it. Yelling. A man's voice piercing the night in the bad neighborhood they were in. The shattering of something against a wall. Like a dinner plate. "Shit." Then there was another strike and a bit of a muffled cry. But it was too light and high to be a woman's. A kid. The guy was beating one of the kids. Toby instantly started to move, not really caring what scene she was going to show up in. Instead she moved to the side door, hoping it was flimsy enough that she'd be able to get in without picking the lock.

     
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    By the time Toby turned that corner and reached the house's side door, it would already be open. Maybe she'd even glimpse the figure that had busted through it a couple of seconds before because he hadn't given it a single second thought. Tom's upbringing had been different, to say the absolute least. He'd had a father who had lied to him after killing his real parents, made him believe he was really his son and that there was a pack out there somewhere for them when nothing like that really existed at all. But he'd never hurt him, not after the initial incident when he'd turned him into the monster he was now. He'd never hit him. Life had been difficult, but McNair really had loved him, so the idea that a father would hurt a child left him knowing that he needed to do something.

    So there was no hesitation. He burst through the door using that bit of extra strength that came with the wolf's presence and he found the source of the terrible sounds immediately, the source of the shouting and the unmistakable sounds of a child crying out after being hit. It was only a split second, Tom found himself freezing at the sight of the boy on the floor, the older man standing over him with a look of rage twisted across his face. There was a similar look on Tom's face now for drastically different reasons. "Hey!" he shouted, oblivious to the presence of anybody else who may have been coming in behind him. His focus was poured into the situation at hand now. But there was nothing to be said, so he didn't say anything else, he just through himself at the man with a shout, throwing his arms out in front of him and barreling into him, the two of them rolling into a rough heap on the floor.

    The little boy watched, scrambling to his feet in a panic, looking on hopelessly.

    Tom ended up on top, but it wasn't any surprise when the rage hit him like it did then. This was where the wolf came in and sort of took over with that animalistic rage, fists flying over and over again, the normally gentle young man figuratively transforming into a monster, a weapon, as he hit him and hit him and hit him. Over and over and over, and even when the man was bloody on the floor, it was debatable whether or not the wolf in all of its rage would let Tom stop.



     
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    Toby burst through one door slightly after Tom had come through another. They both had the same sort of instincts but Tom reacted quicker and sooner. That was probably the werewolf in him. Werewolves had quicker reactions than a lot of squishier humans or even the less squishier like Toby. She barely had time to register that Tom was in the same room as everyone else before he was tackling the father to the ground almost violently.

    The changeling and the child stared in shock. One of her hands held the knife she used to help even the odds between herself and more supernatural situations, or rather any extra unplanned situations, but she almost dropped it as she watched the two men slam to the floor. Her eyes quickly took in a number of things rapidly; the open door he had obviously charged through, the anger she had seen in his face in the seconds before he flung himself forward, and the way that first punch landed.

    Her eyes darted towards the kid and Toby moved between the men and the kid. Not to protect him from Toby but to slightly block the kid's view as well as act as a barrier if the man getting the shit beat out of him in case he somehow lunged to the side for a hostage. It was exactly where Toby should have been though she slid her silver knife back into it's spot on her new belt. For a few seconds she just stood there and watched in silence, figuring that Tom would stop wailing on him after a few more deserved hits.

    Except the werewolf didn't stop. One punch followed another, which followed another, and while Toby completely understood that the man deserved what the fuck he was getting, Tom was on his way to becoming a murderer in the eyes of the law. That was something that Toby wouldn't allow. Tom had his problems but he didn't need that sort of thing in his life on top of everything else. Plus the kid didn't need to see any of this. So Toby stepped forward and grabbed Tom by the shoulders.

    "Tom. TOM! Stop." The brunette pulled him back as forcefully as she could, trying to keep an eye out for any reflexive swings that came her way. The changeling just needed him to back off for a second and take a breath. The other man wasn't going to be able to hurt anyone for awhile, not in that state.

     
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    It was like tunnel vision once he got going and the only relief was the moment somebody grabbed for his shoulders to pull him back, though in that particular moment, Tom couldn't call himself grateful. He was seeing red, or maybe the wolf was and Tom was somewhere deeper inside. Whatever the reason, that touch was all it took to send him whirling around, a fist hurtling toward who he expected to be a stranger, a thug, he didn't really know. But the second his eyes recognized her, he froze, those eyes widening until they couldn't widen any further. The last person he expected to see there was Toby staring back at him and slowly, that fist frozen there in the air slowly loosened an uncurled, the only sound the pained sounds of the man on the ground behind him, beaten to a bloody pulp.

    "Toby?" he murmured, Tom's voice quiet, that name almost choked out. He stood still and silent another moment before his hand had finally dropped to his side again, easily ignoring the raw pain he felt in his knuckles. They would be bruised in the morning, but it was nothing at all compared to what the man he'd just beaten would be feeling, and as though that thought had reminded him of what he had just done, Tom slowly turned to stare down at him. He'd done that. And if Toby hadn't stopped him, he would've still been doing it. Not that Tom felt bad, not that the man didn't deserve it and worse, but he'd never hurt a human before. But then, couldn't it be argued he wasn't human at all?

    Sniffling lightly, he suddenly turned, sweeping past Toby to the child's side, but the boy recoiled from him, stepping purposely back and shaking a little bit on his feet. "No, no-- it's okay, I ain't gonna hurt ya. An' he ain't gonna hurt ya anymore either. I promise." He couldn't tell if his words were helping or hurting. Truth be told, his head wasn't entirely there, his mind in another world, trying to work out what Toby seeing him here meant. Probably nothing at all. They'd just go their separate ways the way they did, and that was okay. Tom was fine, he'd be fine. This wasn't about him or Toby, this was about this poor kid who was stuck in this house, and that knowledge, he didn't really know what to do.

    Well, assuming he couldn't just take the kid with him out to the woods and raise him the way he'd be raised. Probably not the greatest idea, but it was the only upbringing Tom knew.



     
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    July 7th, Y7
    @Tom McNair

    Tom came to after she had pulled him off. Registering the fact that she was there and coming back to himself. Toby was glad if only because she wasn't sure she actually had the strength to pull Tom off the guy if he kept going. There were people she knew who could but calling them in might have caused more issues. Toby didn't want to explain any of this. Not her relationship with Tom and not what Tom was doing either. There were plenty of things that were running through her mind but Tom had backed off and that was really all the changeling had needed.


    The kid had a reaction. That was just the sort of thing that wouldn't help the situation. Her eyes slid back to the kid who was standing behind her and it was obvious that he was scared of everything and everyone around them. Tom most of all. But considering the amount of violence he had just seen it was a pretty normal reaction for the moment. Tom tried to soothe the kid, talking in that accent of his while his eyes reverted back to those puppy dog eyes Toby knew so well. The kid didn't know what to do. They were a pair of strangers that he didn't know and had never seen. No matter what they did or said, it wasn't going to change anytime soon.


    "Where's your mom?" Toby knew the woman was here. Technically that was who she had been hired to find or help or whatever it was. It was obvious from the various bruises the kid had that he had been beaten a few days in a row, there were all sorts of bruises in different colors just on what Toby could see. There wasn't another sound in the house that she could make out but there was the smell of blood. Old blood and fresh blood. The fresh blood was from what Tom had just did. The old blood could have been anything but Toby was hoping they weren't about to find a body.


    The boy looked up and then looked towards a hallway. There were several doors and the hallway really wasn't that short. This house wasn't big. It was clean though. Clean enough to show that someone cared about it. The dad's tank top was greasy under the blood. Dirty and not from working too hard or anything of that nature. Sweat, grime, and general grease. He wasn't the one who kept this place clean and the boy was too young to care just yet. Which meant that there was a mom and she was likely still here and she wasn't making any noise.


    Toby moved down the hallway, not arming herself in case of a surprise, and slowly pushed open the first door. Bathroom. Nothing wrong with the inside. The second door was a closet. The third led into the kid's bedroom, nothing wrong either. Toby opened the last door just as slowly as the rest and it came open. Then she stopped, letting her gaze stay on the bed for just a few minutes, and then stepping back to let the door swing shut behind her. This had become an entirely different case. An entirely different situation. It also meant that Toby wouldn't be able to leave the kid here and she was going to have to make some phone calls to get this handled. To get the man arrested and the body taken care of.


    "Do you remember your Auntie Helen?" Her voice was softer than it normally was. Gentler too. Helen was the woman who had hired her. The friend who was worried. The kid nodded and that made things a lot easier. "I'm a friend of your Aunt's. She asked me to come check on you. Do you want to go see her?" Toby held her hand out and the little boy took her hand."And that over there is my friend Tom. It's okay, he can hold your other hand, I promise he's not going to hurt you." There was a bit of a smile on her lips as she said it because it was true. Whatever had happened included, Tom was not that kind of guy. But she needed them all to leave before she had some phone calls and she needed to have eyes on Tom to handle it right. So she needed him to come along too and keeping the kid feeling safe was the best way to manage that.


     
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    The last thing he had wanted was for the little boy to be afraid of him, but it should have been something he had expected after witnessing what he had just witnessed. Tom hadn't really known what he was doing. He hadn't thought about it. He hadn't needed to think about it, his fists had just flown like they'd known what they needed to do all along, and now that guy was just laying there on the floor. Barely even moving. He'd done that, and the boy he had been trying to save had seen him do that. The look on his face hurt more than Tom wanted it to, and truth be told, there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to run out the door. Toby was here now. She was better at these kinds of things than he was, and he didn't have business here either. He didn't want to get in her way.

    Leaving, though, seemed wrong, especially when Toby start to make her way down the corridor. Tom remained at the boy's side, watching with baited breath and it became incredibly clear that something was terribly wrong when she came back almost wordlessly. Whatever it was, she didn't want to say it out loud. Not in front of the kid. That was how Tom knew it was serious, and there was a wide-eyed look on his face as he stared at Toby like he wanted to know, like he wanted to know just how bad it was, like he wanted to know if he should have just kept going and killed him. But that wasn't Tom and that had never been Tom. He killed vampires. He didn't hurt people. But here he was now, and there wasn't a single question in his mind of whether or not the man had deserved it.

    Toby's voice was soft as she spoke to the child and Tom felt himself taking a step back as though he thought now might be a good time to leave, to let her handle the rest. He was probably better off anywhere else and Tom doubted she wanted him around either, and yet his name was pulled back into the picture a moment later. The werewolf's back was already turned toward the door when he heard it and he froze, slowly turning to look back again. He stared at Toby for a moment, a questioning look in his eye like he didn't know why she wanted him there, but now wasn't the time for questions, not when something terrible had happened to the little boy's mother. Not when he was all alone.

    So, wordlessly, Tom gave a slight nod of the head and moved back toward the pair of them, a little smile twitching at the corners of his lips as he held out his hand for the boy. He hoped it was an encouraging expression, and he hoped he could ignore the blood on his knuckles. In the end, though, he took his hand and there was this great swell of relief in the werewolf's chest as they stepped out into the open air. The walk was mostly in silence, at least from Tom's perspective. Maybe it was that sensation of not feeling welcome, but he didn't think he would ever feel welcome around Toby. This wasn't about him, though, and it wasn't about Toby. He was here because of this little boy.

    Eventually, they came about what he could only assume was his aunt's house, and Tom turned his gaze back to Toby, feeling the weight of all of this. He hadn't seen the body. He hadn't seen what Toby had seen. But that didn't mean he didn't understand the situation or the fact that they were going to have to explain it to somebody in a moment's time.



     
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    This was going to be difficult no matter how things went. Telling Helen that her friend was dead was going to be difficult enough. Bringing the kid over would probably help in some way but this was going to be a depressing night no matter how the cookie crumbled. Toby knew she would need to cry over this. Things were going to be better if the kid wasn't scared of Tom. If he didn't think of him as someone like his dad, for so many reasons. Mostly so that the kid wouldn't think all men were something to be afraid of, that he could never trust a father like figure because all men were scary, but also so that Tom didn't get painted into something he was not. So it was better for everyone if the kid was calm.

    They were pretty much silent on the way back to Pandora Town. There were a few sniffles from the kid but he was otherwise as quiet as the two adults. Toby made sure that his hand was firmly held in her own, not because she thought he was going to run away, but to make sure he felt safe. That was what she wanted more than anything else. Her heart was breaking a thousand times between the two spots but she was angry as well. Sick to her stomach because there really wasn't any other way to feel.

    Helen's little house came into view; a quiet little thing on a corner. Not the biggest or the nicest house but a good place for a family. Her husband worked in the Department of Magical Advancements and she worked part time at the library. They had three kids of their own and did well for themselves in Pandora; everyone had somehow come through together. She had made friends with the woman in the Bay the first or second week into Pandora. Friends were important here. Toby had managed to find a couple but she had lost just as many along the way. Tom had been one of those.

    The woman answered the door with a polite smile on her face. Middle aged, light brown hair, large blue eyes, and her smile froze when she saw the three of them. The state they were in and who the little boy was. Her gaze caught Toby's and Toby shook her head slightly. Her friend wasn't alive. The boy didn't know. It wasn't time to talk about it though and Toby was hoping that the other woman would understand. She seemed to and even though there were tears choking in her eyes, the woman held her hands out to the little boy to take him in.

    The kid let go of their hands and shot inside, clinging to Helen's skirt on the way, and Toby shoved her hands in her jacket pockets as Helen hesitated before closing the door. Once the door was shut the changeling turned towards Tom. Staring at him for a moment before deciding what her next step was going to be. What she would need to do in order to handle all of this. Calling the right people in so the "cops" could show up. She could tell that Tom was having some issues breaking this down in his mind. He didn't have a good poker face and never had, which was probably why the lie had taken her so off guard before.

    It didn't matter right then and there. Tom had done something good tonight and that was important enough that Toby felt like helping him out. "Come on. You need to get cleaned up. I've got to make some calls." She motioned towards the street so they could start moving to where they needed to go. Her office. Tom hadn't been there since everything had gone down between them and Toby hadn't exactly been inviting either. This needed to be handled though and Tom needed some help as well.

     
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    The explanation was wordless and Tom didn't know whether that made it better or worse. It didn't make it much of anything, really. Just sad. Just really, really sad. Tom was struggling to wrap his head around everything that had happened, which he felt must have said a lot about how the boy was feeling. Something terrible had happened back at that house and whatever it had been that Toby had seen, his life was changed forever. The woman eventually took the child's hand and closed the door, but she couldn't possibly hide the heartbreak in her eyes and it was with an incredibly heavy hard, Tom stepped away from the door with the older woman still there at his side.

    He said nothing. At first, neither did she, just looking at him. Tom found himself uncurling his hands and then clenching them tight, over and over again until Toby's voice pulled him back to the present and he looked back up again, staring at her for a second as she motioned toward the street like she wanted him to start walking with her. He hesitated, almost looking confused, and then finally, he shook his head. "No, I can jus'-- I'll jus'--" He started gesturing in the other direction toward ... he didn't really know where. It wasn't the direction of home because he was thinking about home. He didn't want to go home. But he didn't know that he wanted to go with Toby either, or maybe he didn't want to subject her to his presence.

    Or maybe he was scared of something else, knowing what her job was and all that.

    "... I don't wanna go t'jail, that guy he-- he deserved that. He was hurtin' that kid," he told her, as though he suddenly felt the need to defend himself, as though Toby hadn't seen it all happen with her own eyes.



     
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    Tom tried to protest and Toby knew what was running through his mind. She could easily piece it together becase she knew Tom. They had lived together for awhile and he had worked for her as well. Toby just didn't know how to keep things as controlled if Tom didn't come with her. The werewolf wasn't moving along and she could practically feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was taking on too much of this. He was coming to terms with everything and realizing what was on the line, though Toby wasn't going to let that happen.

    "Come on. I can help." Tom would have just run and that was the wrong thing to do. That would only make him look guilty. Toby was going to handle it, everything was going to be fine. She had contacts everywhere with law enforcement. This world was one of those that could actually work with her for once. There were all sorts of supernatural things in Pandora. She was still weird compared to a lot of others but she wasn't mistrusted right off the bat just because she was weird.

    Tom was in that same boat, Toby knew. He was a werewolf and he knew what that sort of stuff meant against those that hated non-humans. It was best to handle this head on instead of running. "I was there. I know." She was a witness and a reliable one. She had been someone who had help catch dozens of criminals in various areas and turned them into the Watch, or helped the Watch catch them in the first place.

    "You need to come with me, alright?" That was all Tom needed to do for the moment so Toby tossed her head to the side again while hoping the werewolf would get the hint that he needed to follow. Toby wasn't going to repeat herself a third time.

     
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    His instinct was to run. Like a child, his instinct had always been to run. He'd never really grown up. Over twenty years old and Tom still couldn't help but feel like he was twelve. Toby was trying to help him, but in Tom's head, it translated to something different, though he couldn't actually put into words just what that was. It was easy to associate it with something negative, though, after everything they'd been through. After he'd lied to her and she'd kicked him out onto the streets, something he never could have even hoped to blame her for. Logically, she shouldn't have wanted to help him. Logically, she shouldn't have wanted anything to do with him.

    Instead, though, she was insisting that she go with him and although Tom looked conflicted about it all, he was at least thinking it over, reconsidering just turning and going the other away. Did he trust Toby? He did, he always had. He'd never had any reason not to. So, finally, he sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head.

    And then he was following her in silence, not quite falling in step beside her but lingering behind instead. Tom didn't know where they were going. He was a little bit afraid to ask, so he didn't. He just tried to keep his mind blank and pour his trust into the woman who had once been like a mother to him, like that mother he'd never had before. Those were the days he missed, the best days of his life in Pandora. Everything had gone so far downhill since. He'd gotten a job, sure, and his boss was nice, but he'd hurt someone, too. He'd turned someone into what he was. He'd messed up.



     
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    Tom seemed to think about what she was saying. It was almost like Toby could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure out what he needed to do. The changeling waited for a moment to let him have a think. They weren't actually friends again so Toby couldn't just bully him into doing what she said. This would be by his choice and his choice alone. But Tom seemed to understand what she was saying or at least decided to trust her because he was following along as soon as she started to move.

    The way back to her office was simply enough. Only two streets had managed to swap around to slow them down and soon enough Toby was pulling out her keys to the office. She climbed the stairs on the side of the little rickety building and let them inside, noting that the light was off so Styles must have gone home for the night already. He always left on time, it had only taken a few lectures on the matter to get the kid there. Still she pulled out her keys and quickly unlocked the door slapping on the light on the left so that the place lit up.

    Tom would have known it. They had worked here together plenty of nights here. She didn't make any comments but pointed him to the chair that clients sat in. His old desk now belonged to her new assistant. Slightly friendly than before, they might have been, but that didn't mean that Tom was allowed to do those sorts of things anymore. It was all a bit of a balancing act and the brunette wanted to make sure everyone understood what was expected of them. Herself included because Tom had followed her to get her help. She wasn't about to leave him high and dry.

    Instead the changeling pulled out her phone and started to make phone calls. Advising she'd make witness statements and that there would be no charges pressed to the person that had stopped the man. They understood, they arrested him, took care of the body, and generally thanked her for the trouble. Toby would have to go down the next day to make her statements, but everything would be alright after that. "What were you doing in there, Tom?" Toby wasn't accusing him of anything and she wasn't trying to make it into a big deal, but she was curious. He had gotten a desk job. He had managed to keep things almost clean, it seemed, but she didn't know about all the other stuff that Tom had been involved in. She was just talking about what had happened this evening.

     
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    There was an eerie sort of familiarity to the building they eventually walked up to and although she unlocked the door and pushed it open just to walk straight inside, Tom hesitated as though he'd suddenly realized he didn't want to go in there at all. Too many memories, mostly really good ones. He'd liked that job. He'd liked Toby, and he'd liked where he'd been in his life at that point in time. And then it had all spiraled. Eventually, though, Tom took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, resigning himself to his fate. He didn't know that Toby was gonna insist that he go in there. Maybe she would just give up on him and let him go the other way if he chose to. He didn't really even know what stopped him from doing that. All he knew was that he was he was following her into the building, the light she turned on bringing that rush of familiarity back to him.

    That was where the coffee machine was over there, the one Toby had insisted on him learning how to use. To say Toby liked coffee was probably an understatement. To had to wonder if that had changed at all. He couldn't ever picture it changing. And then there was his desk, only it wasn't his desk anymore. The way the things on top of it were set up, somehow with more rhyme and reason to the mess he'd always been good at making back then, clearly meant that somebody else sat there every day, and he had to remind himself that there was no sense of ownership he could ever claim. Even though he remembered the sense of total and utter pride he'd felt when he had first sat in that seat and told himself, Wow. This is my desk.

    Now he was sitting on the other side of the desk.

    It was there Tom remained, sitting in silence and looking less than happy with everything. What he had just done, what he had done all those months ago, where he was, the dried blood on his hands, some of which was his and some of which belonged to that kid's dad. When Toby addressed him, it took him a second to realize she was talking to him now and not into that phone. Looking up, he hesitated and frowned, which only accentuated that puppy dog look on his face that he couldn't control because of the thick downward turn of his brows. "... I heard him, jus' like you. So I went in." The way he said it, it sounded like a no brainer. And that was all there had been to it. He'd been walking by at the right time in the right place.



     
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    At one point in time Toby would have taken an iron bullet for Tom. He had been one of hers; those adopted youngsters who she had sort of guided and helped since she had been rejected by her daughter. A sub-conscious effort to fill the void that Gilly had left in Toby's heart. No one could ever replace her daughter. No one could ever make that pain go away or make it hurt less. Time hadn't been able to heal it and Toby knew that time would never be able to heal it all the way. It was there. She had learned to live with it as best she could and looking out for kids who didn't have people to look out for them was just one of those things.

    So Tom had been one of those "kids" despite the fact he was a grown adult. Mostly because he didn't have the maturity to be an adult and he lacked many life skills that even Toby had had at that age. But all of that had gone down the drain the moment she found out he had been misleading her. The moment he had picked a side. Maybe that was a bit harsh but it could have been a lot worse. She could have turned him in. Could have had him arrested. Instead she had let him learn a life lesson and kicked him out. A neutral ground because he had been one of her kids.

    He wasn't anymore but here Toby was, going out of her way to make sure that Tom wouldn't take the fall for this. Making sure that he wouldn't get tangled up in any more nonsense because he had done something good. Toby didn't owe him that and she sure as hell didn't want him turning those puppy dog eyes on her again but the brunette had to avoid those looks as she kept talking on her cell. At least until she was put on hold and she asked him that question.

    Those puppy dog eyes turned towards her and Toby didn't flinch from his gaze. I heard him. Toby nodded as he spoke and she knew what had happened, she just needed more confirmation. "It's a good thing, Tom. You did a good thing." He would need that reassurance. He would need another voice besides his own to calm him down. She remembered what he was like. Toby hadn't forgotten just because she had kicked him out. "You need to learn how to control yourself a little better, Tom, but you did the right thing." Because he wasn't completely out of the woods. Instead of concentrating on that she turned the speaker on her phone and set it down, letting the hold music play through it before leaning on her desk and shoving her hands in her pockets to watch him. Trying to get a read on him so she could help him. Old habits died hard, apparently.

     
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    There she was, assuring him that he'd did something good, and it felt almost like some kind of ridiculous dream, like he shouldn't have been hearing those words coming from his mouth. It was honestly incredible how little Tom McNair thought of himself. That had always been the case, but all that time ago, Toby's presence in his life had started to change that, until it was gone and he'd spiraled. He'd done a lot that summer, a lot that people considered evil. Tom had killed a lot of vampires. In his mind, that was fine. In his mind, there was nothing wrong with that, but nobody who knew thought the same and he'd stopped, but it had only been for a promise. If he'd gotten the chance again ...

    Some days, he prayed for one of them to come after him in the night, give him just one excuse to end them.

    "It ain't always like that," he told her, his eyes widening a fraction as though afraid she was under the impression that what she'd seen back there was his regular state, that he was always that angry and that full of hatred. He wasn't. He saved it for special occasions, normally for vampires. And even then, it'd been a long time since he'd lost it completely the way he had back there. "It's the wolf, it just makes me ... it makes me angry." And maybe that was an excuse, but Tom blamed the wolf for a lot of things. He blamed the wolf for the lying he'd done, he blamed the wolf for their falling out. If he was just a regular person, then he wouldn't be sat on this side of that desk, he'd still have the same job, and he'd feel like he had a connection with Toby that hadn't been tainted.

    The quiet sound of the hold music from her phone drew his attention momentarily, his gaze flicking toward it. "Did he kill his wife?" he murmured after a moment, pressing his lips to a fine line before looking back toward her again. She'd seen it. Tom hadn't, but he thought he knew the answer to that question already.



     
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    If it wasn't always like that, then that was good, but she still felt like she needed to say something on it. She didn't know what to really say about it. She understood being angry and she knew that things could get out of hand. Saying something about it meant that Toby cared enough to comment on it without making it into a big deal. His rage at the situation could be part of any number of things. Because he had been in those shoes before, was likely the case. Toby didn't have to guess at anything else. She knew it too.

    Did he kill his wife? Tom already knew that answer. Toby just sort of looked down at her feet for a second and listened to the hold music that was still playing on the desk next to her. It seemed like they were going to be on hold for awhile with this call but Toby still didn't want anyone on the other line accidentally picking up on their conversation. So she leaned over and muted their end of the conversation. This call was likely to be recorded for training purposes or whatever. That still happened in Pandora, right?

    "You already know the answer to that, Tom." She wasn't going to baby him. He was looking at her with those stupid puppy dog eyes again but she was done protecting him. At least beyond what she was doing now while being on hold. That was different. That was just doing the right thing in return, to make sure Tom didn't get caught up in a system that could chew him up and spit him out. He wasn't ready for that. He'd probably never be ready for that and as long as Tom wasn't out there murdering people, then Toby was alright with helping him through the basics.

    The hold music was still playing next to her and she gave it another annoyed little glance before looking back at the werewolf. "She's been missing for a few days. Husband showed up a little while back and things weren't good back home." In fact that had been the start of all of this because that was why Toby had been hired in the first place. To check in and see what was happening. Helen had been looking for reassurances but Toby couldn't give her something like that.

    "She's been dead at least a day." Before they had shown up. Which made it terrible all on it's own but Toby didn't know how to soften that blow. From the way the body looked, the way the blood looked, Toby knew it had to be at least a day. The kid had been trapped in there with his father and his mother's body, for at least a day. That was breaking her heart more than anything else. "They're going to lock him up. Helen's a good woman too." So the kid would be safe and in the best hands he could be in. His father would be kept away from him. It was the best kind of ending they were going to get with this.

     
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    She was right, he did already know the answer to that question and he didn't really know why he'd asked. Maybe because he didn't want it to be true, maybe because a small part of him thought that maybe there could have still been some hope. Or maybe he just liked the idea of somebody's mother still being alive. Tom's wasn't, and although he had come to terms with what had happened and what McNair had done, a decision that a lot of people would probably have pitied the young werewolf for, he wasn't ever going to move past what had always been missing from his life. Maybe that was why he had latched onto Toby the way he had back then.

    Dead for at least a day. Tom's gaze dropped to the floor as he thought about that poor boy and how long he must have been in that house with the knowledge of the condition his mother had been in. Had he known all along? He hoped not. Maybe it would've made being there a little bit more bearable. It didn't do anybody any good to wonder what had happened, though. The only thing that mattered was what Toby said, that they were gonna lock him up. And that the kid was with somebody who would really take care of him.

    Silence lingered another moment, the other end of the line keeping Toby on hold for seemingly forever at that point. Maybe it was a busy night. Were a lot of husbands murdering their wives? It was a grim thought that just made Tom feel worse about it all. "Are they gonna come talk t'me?" he murmured. He didn't want them to. It wasn't the first time he'd ever been approached by the law, and the first time, he had been guilty. His boss had covered for him, for all those vampire murders, made sure he had an alibi. Tom probably hadn't deserved any of that.



     
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    Toby knew a lot of things that Tom had been through. Or rather, knew what it was like. She had lived a through similar situations though the dynamics had been a bit different. The person hadn't been her father figure, it had been her lover. Devin had told her so many terrible things, had kept her blinded by her anger and kept feeding it, circling the drain on how useless Toby was or had been or how cheap she was to the world of fae. He had taken advantage of her and had used her. She had stayed in that place for far too long. She didn't regret it because she was who she was but she felt stupid about it all the same. Maybe certain things would have happened differently if... but it didn't matter. Life was what it was.

    So she accepted it. At one point she had even forgiven Devin, considered them not exactly friends but there was no hate brewing either. Just left it be. At least until that had bitten her in the ass because Devin had just used her again and tried to get her killed. Complicated but Tom hopefully hadn't had to deal with that in his lifetime.

    "They might. It really depends on how things pan out." Toby wasn't going to lie to Tom either. She was pretty hopeful that they wouldn't need to. Plenty of evidence of what had happened and as long as the kid didn't talk about Tom being scary, then they had a better chance of pulling it off. Which was one reason why the brunette had made sure that Tom had come along to drop the kid off at Helen's. Both boys would feel better at that interaction and Toby didn't even have to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out.

    The hold music cut off and whoever was on the other line accidentally hung up. Toby cursed under her breath and picked the damn thing up, trying to figure out why this sort of shit happened to her, and then gave up on making the phone call that night. They were likely closed anyways and she'd have to try in the morning before she actually went to bed. Which would now have to be after dawn but that wasn't the first time such a thing had happened in her life. She could put off crashing for a bit after nine a.m.

    "It'll get taken care. Don't worry but don't freak out if someone comes asking questions if they're coming from the right place." Government was technically the right place and they would have the right to talk to Tom if they needed to. She was just hoping it wouldn't come to that because Tom might not have managed to gulp through many words before running away from them. "Call me if you need help." Which was completely different from what she had last said to him on the subject of contact but... maybe time had helped with this wound. Maybe she was in a better place now. Who the fuck knew. But whatever the reason, Tom could call her if he needed help with this.

     
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