Alayna had several things to consider as she followed Jay to the back of the auditorium at the hotel. She weighed in her mind whether or not she should just go straight to the police station and get the boys and Karoline out, in the trusty attorney role that ironically always seemed to be her playing. She chuckled, wondering how many times she had impersonated a lawyer to get Karoline and the boys out of jail, never mind when it had been Tom and Karoline.
Not this time, she could do that later if her current plan didn't pan out. She wanted to talk to Jay. She trailed him down to a dressing room, and she stopped to listen at the door while he talked to his friend Charlie.
"They said my act is killing people. They said that I was using real magic, that I was casting spells on tarot cards!" Jay was saying and Alayna heard Charlie snigger
"'Real magic'? Those guys are nuts," he said, pausing in his thoughts. "You're lucky to be alive."
"You don't think..." Jay sounded hesitant as he failed to finish his sentence.
"What?"
"Well, the things that I can do now - the cards..."
"You've been working the cards your whole life," Charlie said dismissively.
"Well, what about the escapes? I haven't been able to slip a pair of cuffs in 30 years. And then there was the way that - that Patrick Vance died. And that Jeb Dexter." Jay sounded worried, even from the distance Alayna was listening to him from.
"Yeah, no great loss there," Charlie muttered.
"Oh Charlie, he didn't deserve to die," Jay said.
"You had nothing to do with it," Charlie said. Alayna frowned, they were convinced now that Jay had nothing to do with the deaths, but if he didn't, who did?
"He was hanged the same night that I performed The Executioner," Jay said.
"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you actually believe those guys?" Charlie asked. "That there was some kind of 'real magic' involved?"
"No," Jay said sharply, but then Alayna heard an intake of breath. "I don't know. I don't know, maybe. I shouldn't go on tonight Charlie."
Charlie's voice raised as he spoke back to his friend. "Are you kidding me? You have a sold-out house out there. Sold out! When was the last time that happened?"
There was a pause and Alayna wondered if perhaps they'd left through another exit. She looked around, considering twisting the handle and entering, when..."The other night..." Jay's voice sounded. "When I was doing the Table of Death, I was, um... I was gonna kill myself. And I have no idea how I got out alive."
"But you did," Charlie answered him. "Somehow, you did. Jay...when you were in your day you were incredible. 'The Incredible Jay'. You were the best I ever saw. And now you got it back. I don't know how, but it doesn't matter. Just to see you at the top of your game again. Hell, it makes me feel young."
"But..."
"No buts, Jay. This may be mana from Heaven, I don't know, but whatever it is, you don't throw it away," Charlie said.
There was the sound of footsteps echoing and Alayna realised that they had indeed left by the back entrance. She cursed, sticking her head into the room they'd been in and then crossing the room when she found it empty. She found Jay by the side of the stage, waiting to go on.
"Why hello, you're the girl from last night, aren't you?"
Alayna smiled and stepped a little closer to him. "Yeah, about that, sir..."
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Breathe ~ Supernatural Fanfiction
Fanfiction[Book 4 of 14] {Completed} "Dean is alive." They were only three words. Three simple words, but the effect they had on her was anything, but simple. Her voice caught in her throat at just the sound of his name. She inhaled sharply, almost forgettin...
