Yours Truly[𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆]

Chapter Two

Chapter Two- Bonds

*John's Pov*

"You're here?" 

"Ah yes, I meant what I said; I'm not staying for you love." I told her because if I'm being honest, I'm here for Pandora. I can feel her fear, she's scared and no one else on this ship really understands her. 

"Where's Pandora?" Sara raises an eyebrow. 

"She's in her room, she hasn't been out for awhile now." She says. 

"Well I'm gonna need a room, so."

"There's an empty one across the hall from Pandora, you can stay there." I nod and head off with all my things. As I'm walking towards it I hear mumbling and then something break. "Dammit, what the hell! Why can't I do some simple shit right!?" Pandora yelled as I walked through the door. She turned to see me her eyes were rimmed around with an orange light and then they stopped. 

"Const-Constantine?" Her voice shivered. I nodded. 

"What's the problem love?" 

"I can't do this simple spell..and without magic I'm useless to the team." She sounded sad when she said this and I looked around the room and I saw a magic book opened on her bed with papers scattered everywhere. 

"What spell are you trying my love?" I saw her cheeks tint of red as she answered. "I'm trying to do a binding spell, you know the one that can bind people's minds.."  

"Do you want my help?" 

"Please Johny" That was her nickname for me. It was adorable when she said it. 

"Here watch me."

*Pandora's Pov*

"You did it!" Constantine applauded me.  

"Thanks to you Johny." He smiled as we heard Sara's voice over the interface. 

"Team meeting in the cortex it's another magical creature." 

"I've got to change you go" I told him.

"I'll just turn around and wait for you." I nodded as he turned around and I put on my cloak and grabbed my two small daggers. It looked just like John's trench-coat just black and with a hood. 

"Alright let's go" I told him as we headed out to the main room. 

"Team there was a magical interference  detected in London, 1977." Sara's team commander voice comes on. 

"The queen's new favorite band is The Smell" 

"Never heard of the rubbish band and I know every punk band in London." Constantine speaks.

"That's because they never existed in this timeline."

"Okay so we're looking for someone in the band, we could be dealing with demonic possession, illusion or maybe just a run of the mill royal dementia." 

"There's your man right there, the Irish one he's a leprechaun" 

"Wait so now we have a weasel running point?" Mick yells. 

"If you have a problem with me pie-head why don't you just say it?" 

"I have a problem with you." Mick says like a smart-ass. 

"Shut up!" I yell and slam my hands down. 

"Sara runs point just go get close to the band." 

"I'm not wearing a dumb costume."