The Knights Of Saint Christopher (Tickle Fanfic)

Alcohol And Books

It had been weeks since Lilith's disappearance into 'hell' and yet Randall and Hamish were still acting as if they found her dead body in pieces. As sympathetic as Jack felt to the fact they were still grieving, they still had a job to do, with or without Lilith. Its not like she's actually dead. Just MIA. Plus the Grand Magus would not got off his back.

"I still can't believe she's dead." Hamish slurred, still in disbelief, continuing to chug one of the many glasses of alcohol.

"She isn't dead." Randall said in a bitter tone while struggling to sit up on the sofa. "We will get her back, we just need to find the right spell." Both himself and Hamish had spent the last few weeks looking for a solution to get Lilith out, without having to kill anyone and so far, it wasn't going well. They had pretty much gone through every single book that slightly included anything to do with magic, and yet they found nothing. While trying to find said spell, they had turned the den upside down.

Jack and Alyssa both entered the room, just staring at the boys and the mess they had made.

"Guys I get that you are grieving but this needs to be cleared up". Alyssa said, nearly tripping on a book and she made her way over to the boys, Jack following. She sat herself down between the boys picking up the nearest book and started flicking through the pages. 

"Have you found anything yet?". 

When she didn't get a reply, she looked up. Hamish had fallen asleep, probably to do with the lack of alcohol left at the bar. Randall on the other hand was wide awake, his eyes not leaving the page as they scanned for answers, not even blinking.

After a while of still not getting a reply Alyssa poked Hamish in the rib, earning a slurred giggle. She looked up at Jack, who's look matched hers and they both nodded. Alyssa slowly straddled the drunk werewolf. Hamish had started to wake up so Alyssa took her chance and dug into his ribs. Hamish woke up with a yelp, then broke into contagious laughter.

"A-Alys-ha whaht are you doihing!" He said, trying to get a good grip on her hands. Alyssa easily shoved the werewolves hands away, not stopping her attack on his torso. This was the first time she had seen him laugh so carefree since Lilith's disappearance. Hamish caught her hands, pulling her off of him. His victory was short lived however as he felt arms shoot up to him armpits. Instinctively he brought his arms down which only trapped the hands and made the tickling sensation worse. He turned his head briefly to see Jack's smirk stare back at him. He didn't even hear him come in the den.

Hamish's knees buckled beneath him, sending him to the floor, still in fits of laughter from the ongoing attack. He did his best to escape but the excessive amount of alcohol he had taken was really taking a toll on his co-ordination and strength. Not to mention he was being attacked by both a werewolf and Alyssa who was raking her nails along his ribs and stomach, his laughter rising an octave as she started exploring under his shirt.

"Guhys plHEAHse stohp!" Hamish gave out a squeal as Alyssa found her way towards his feet, using her nails to scratching at the sensitive flesh. He tried to release Alyssa's grip on his feet, pleading for them to stop only for Alyssa to draw back his toes and scribble underneath sending him into a frenzy, tears rolling down his face. Both Jack and Alyssa withdrew, startled by his reaction.

"I thought you would never stop." Randall's voice startled them once again. They had completely forgotten he was there. Hamish who was using the time to catch up on his breath gave him a death stare.

"Thanks for the help". 

"Have you guys forgotten what we are meant to be doing? While you guys are messing around, Lilith is down there suffering."

"If anyone can handle hell, its Lilith." Jack attempted to reassure him.

"That doesn't mean she should have to stay there any longer than she should!" His eyes glowed and his teeth grew. "She's down there because of us!" He snarled, clenching his fists.

"We will get her back." Alyssa and Jack continued to reassure him. It didn't take very long for him to calm down, mostly from the exhaustion of reading non-stop for several days. But that didn't stop him from getting back to his research. He threw the books onto the floor before getting up and grabbing the last few from the shelf. 

Jack however had other plans as he snuck behind the pissed off wolf. Randall lost all past anger and gave out a squeal as Jack's hands made contact with his ribs. Dropping the books on Jacks head before stumbling back.

"You so did that on purpose" Jack said, grinning as he dug his fingers into his next victim.

I wrote this at some point last night which for some reason I cannot remember so this will probably have quite a few errors or be complete gibberish as I cant be asked to re-read it. I'll start working on a part 2 if you guys want one but otherwise this is going to be the last of me for a month or so. Hope you enjoyed!