with smoke there's fire (TMA Fan universe)

chapter 1: the restoration specialist

"even though... 'it' was here in person for this statement, the audio file had been corrupted to my surprise... so i suppose im going to have to use you... Statement given april 19th, 2016 regarding a detective's time in Scotland on a work trip... recording by Jonah Hill, January 6th, 2018.. "

the Archives were quiet, just as they had been for months now that Jonathan was in hospital, Tim was.. gone and martin had just decided to leave him to find for himself.

it was horrible.

of course he wasn't alone. Melanie was still down here, but Melanie never had a problem with him.

Barisa wasn't of any help; giving him mini heart attacks any time he would find her lurking about in the corner of offices

not to mention his medication for his knee was still messing with him. he could still see that weird creature made of static and covered in bulging eyes, always staring and watching him, mocking his words and actions like day time comedy..

Being a man of 42 and already with a failing knee because of that damned church... tasks around the archive do become a struggle. Only if he had someone with an actual drive for work...

a knock landed upon his office door.

Thoughts raced through his head like horses and jocks after hearing a gunshot.

Could it be Martin coming back to him? or at least to say hi?

or it could be Daisy..??- no, its Tim! Tim survived and he isnt alone anymore!

Well...he would love to believe that but the explosion seemed hard to survive.

Jonah got up and ran over to his office door, swinging open the door only to freeze at the sound of a small yelp.

he stared into the green eyes of a pale, ginger, man...-ish looking guyy??

"a-are you Jonathan Sims?"

the man asked with a quiet voice. nearly a sort of thick Irish with his accent.

He had this sandy, brown looking ginger hair on his head that  was cut pretty short, just with a little length to it around the face compared to Jonah's dark salt and peppered hair, being down to his shoulders and with two white stripes at the hair at his face.

The gingers fingers fidgeted with his rings on his hand, pulling little threads of his yellow sweater vest or rubbing the fabric of his marron trench jacket. He also black high waisted trousers..

lord- how could someone look more painfully gay? it wasnt bad. it was obvious in a way which looked like it was trying to be hidden.

...

"so you're Darragh Ahearn?"Jonah asked as he looked up from a file on his desk to the tired man sitting across from him.

"u uhm. yeah.. darragh," he whispered as he rubbed his arm gently and looked away "Mr Lukas said you would be able to help me settle in.. show me the ropes?" It was said in a more confused, questioning tone.

"alright, i can do that. theres not much to see. the archives arent big and not much happens around here other than attacks"

"attacks?!" He leaned forward with a shocked face "what do you mean attacks??"

"yeah, we have a lot of enemies and now you do to." jonah chuckled and watched darrens face look more perturbed and confused

"ohh... mr lukas spoke about this" darren muttered, settling into his seat.

"im surprised you even saw him. i doubt the man even exists... whats he like?"

"err... well, i mostly spoke to a guy called martin. he was nice enough. a bit grumpy but nice... A little cute" he let out a breath and tried to let the tension leave his shoulders and let out a little chuckle saying it but only saw Jonah staring at him. Almost studying like some display through a shop window.