(IBook 16 Arrow/SPN Crossovers )When Hunter Becomes Hunted

Reaching Back in Time

"How much can you share of the attack on your extended family member?" He asked. 

"Let's just say there may be a slight connection to Fenris," I replied, "And the attack was an attempt to redirect the energy of that connection to the attacker. That is all I wish to say and it should be enough." 

Njord nodded, "That be the name of the pot someone has been attempting to stir. As you may remember, my daughter, Freya, has a bit of an affinity for witches." 

"Aye," Mac said. "Among other things." 

"Many other things," Njord said with a chuckle, "She does have a large swath of natural skills. At any rate, as happens with witches they get a bit above themselves, wish to wield more power than is good for them and every few years one or another of them causes minor chaos of some kind or other. Most of those situations get resolved one way or another with minimal damage to others." 

"Not this time I take it," Bres pointed out. 

"A small group of them, led by a rather talented woman, got a hold of an artifact. The leader, who is quite old for a human witch has designs on becoming the next coven leader of all of them, so she's trying to shore up her strength and invulnerability. The artifact has some small fragments of what used to bind Fenris in it." 

"Used to?" I had no idea he'd been freed, it made sense, now that I think about it but I was surprised to hear it. 

Njord sighed, "Yes, the whole Ragnarok thing was rather overblown. He was bound due to a large misunderstanding between Odin, Loki and some others. He has been banned from showing his face in this world, or any other dimension where there is a Nordic presence though, just to be safe. Eons ago, he found ways to share his power with humans but all of those hybrid creatures have been destroyed. This witch seems to think that he did it again and is out to acquire that power for herself." 

"How does our parcel of land fit into this?" Bres asked. 

"Fenris was very protective of those he gave his power to and he did all he could to keep them out of harms' way. He risked much for the original one he gifted, her name escapes me at the moment. She went mad though, as I understand it, and eventually he was forced to abandon her to death. If he has indeed gifted more, he did so at great peril and most likely had a very good reason. It is possible he may take steps if they are under attack in some way. That parcel would allow us to monitor his movements from the realm we last knew he resided in." 

"So your interest is in Fenris, not those he gifted? And are you looking to harm Fenris in some way?" I had to clarify what their objective was. 

"Fenris and the witch. She seems to have slipped our ability to track her. The ones he gifted merely live long," he shrugged, "They are no real threat to us. Other than his first creation and a few of her close family, they've never caused trouble on a large scale. They are merely content to exist in whatever way they can and if Fenris continues to bide by the terms of his exile, he'll not be harmed." 

Mac leaned forward slightly, "Njord, I believe we can lend you use of the parcel, no cost, and be able to help stop this pot from being stirred further. You see, our extended family live in America, and the attack happened there. It is possible your witch has traveled across the seas to a land less under your purview. The weapon used in the attack was a metal rod, it seemed to target the connection to Fenris, not the human. We'd be willing to help apprehend this witch, we have a rather good idea who her next targets may be. We'd have to speak with our family though, apprise them of the situation and your role in it. If you swear that our kin will not be within your, or your family's cross-hairs I think this could be a mutually beneficial exchange." 

Njord's eyes narrowed, "I can speak for my daughter, myself and my kin I've maintained good relationships with, but, unlike you Tuatha, we Norse are much more scattered and at odds." He paused for a moment, "What I can swear is that I'll not mention your extended kin to anyone outside of Freya. She'll behave, you have my word." 

The three of us exchanged a quick affirming glance then I spoke, "Can you give us perhaps a day to speak to our kin and then reconvene? We would need any information you have on this witch as well. Our kin are rather good at finding people who wish to remain hidden." 

He pulled open the center right drawer, pulled out thick yellow envelope and slid it towards me, "Here you go, I'll have my assistant print copies of the entire thing and have them for you at the door." Then he started typing on his phone. Informing his assistant I assume. 

I opened the envelope, Bres and Mac shifted positions so they could see the papers as I looked through them. I recognized the face that imperiously stared up at me from the top photo. "She's still alive? Impressive." 

The name attached to the photo was Rowena MacLeod, who, according to their information was a tad over three hundred years old. 

Mac pulled the top photo off the pile, "How do you know her?"  

Bres laughed, "I'm surprised you don't remember Da, she be the one who made Mother here truly hate the Scottish." 

Njord sent me an inquiring look, "You tried to teach her too, eh?" 

"First off my son, I don't hate the Scottish. I do however find Rowena beyond disagreeable and ungrateful." 

"She has that affect on everyone it seems," Njord said, "But above all, she's a survivor and has much more knowledge than any witch rightly should. There be a rumor that the current coven leader put some sort of binding spell on her, but we haven't confirmed that as of yet. Don't underestimate her though, many have, and they're no longer here."

"While she remains," I said. I skimmed the remainder of the information, it was rather thorough but I am quite sure Oliver's love, Felicity, would be able to get even more. Samuel's stories of her have rather fascinated me. "If it truly is Rowena behind this and she is still where our kin were attacked we may be able to resolve this soon. If we find her do you or Freya wish to be there to dole out whatever punishment you see fit?" 

"As she attacked your kin, that be your right," he replied, "However, we would like to have a word with her if that's agreeable." 

"Aye, it is." Mac said, "We'll let you know of how things progress and, in the meantime, you be welcome on our land to keep an eye out for Fenris if ye wish. Even without discussing things with our kin, I believe we should all do what we can to protect others. However, if ye harm Fenris and that harms our kin..." 

Njord raised his hand, "I've no wish to quarrel with you Mac Greine. I much prefer to make money then gain enemies.  Personally, I have no problems with Fenris, even if he were to show up in this very office.  As I said earlier though, I cannot speak for all.  If your kin have a connection to him, I strongly suggest they tell him to stay put, for all our best interests. If you wish to send a member of your family to keep an eye on us, feel free." 

"We may," Bres said, "but for now, let's confer with who we need to and we'll contact you tomorrow. Sound good?" 

"It does," Njord replied, "I'll have my assistant show you out and the papers will be waiting you." He walked towards us, hand extended, "I am glad this turned into something much more than I'd hoped." 

Bres took Njord's hand first, "We should chat more often." 

Njord smiled, "You mean once every century instead of every other?" 

"Something like that." 

We all stood, shook his hand and as soon as we turned towards the door the blonde "assistant" appeared, pulling the door open and gesturing for us to exit. 

Njord didn't let grass grow under his feet, as it were.