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Jimmy & Darcy: Conscience & Carrot Cake

Charmed CW characters belong to Charmed CW. Denis and Tera, Darcy, Della, and Dora Valensi are my imagination at work. Light research was conducted for context.

20 Jimmy & Darcy: Conscience & Carrot Cake

11:35 am GMT, Oldham, Greater Manchester, The Mauve Flat, August 1, 1941

Jimmy landed in Darcy's bedroom closet in the Mauve Flat with a small bang and walked to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of Earl Grey tea.

Oddly enough, there was already a cup waiting for him.

Celeste stepped out of the kitchen's shadows. "We need to talk."

Jimmy backed away toward the chaise sofa uncertainly, looking over his shoulder for a large and heavy lamppost to defend himself with. Celeste, rolling her eyes, impatiently motioned him over to the kitchen with a butter knife she'd been holding. "I'm not the enemy here, Jimmy."

Recovering from the unwelcome surprise, Jimmy found his voice at last. "First, can you please put the knife down? I can't concentrate with you waving that thing in my face."

"Well," groused Celeste. "I was going to slice up a bit of the carrot cake to go with that tea, but if you'd really rather just faint from hunger—"

"Fine." Jimmy marched into the kitchen and sat down at the table, sipping the Earl Grey tea that Celeste had prepared for him. Hm, not bad, he thought to himself. The other part of him thought it entirely possible that Celeste was drugging him or poisoning him, but he was so emotionally wrung out that he could have cared less.

"Eat." Celeste sat across from him and shoved a small plate of daintily-sliced carrot cake in his general direction. She picked up ate a piece, dabbing the crumbs from her mouth with the sleeve of her collar; Jimmy took a couple of nibbles from his morsel.

After several minutes of tea-sipping and cake chewing, Celeste spoke her mind. "Jimmy, taking Matias away from the Sarcana was not part of the plan. Tampering with fate can be a very dangerous thing." Jimmy made as if to speak, but Celeste put her hand up; she wasn't finished. "You can't let your feelings get in the way of your Good Samaritan actions toward others."

"I couldn't let Matias be raised in that dungeon" Jimmy replied. He felt an indelible bond with this innocent creature; he found it eerily comforting that the baby's eyes so matched his own, and that the boy had similar-hued ringlets of hair as that of Darcy. If not for the theory of relativity, Jimmy would have sworn Matias was his. He secretly wished that he could have kept Matias for himself and raised him on his own. He knew, however, that besides going against Darcy's express wishes, a bomb-infested Europe was a terribly dangerous place to raise a young child. And with what money? Jimmy had been on hiatus until September, and whatever little he made as a stagehand was nowhere near enough to feed, clothe, and educate another human. It was for the best, he told himself resignedly.

"I realize that." Celeste took a sip of her own cup of tea. "But back where I'm from, we operate like well-oiled machinery, taking the greater good into consideration. It's a utilitarian perspective, really. I recommend it. That having been said, new intelligence I've received informs me that you did do a great deal to stop the Sarcana in its tracks. The magical community thanks you heartily."

"I did it for Darcy," Jimmy muttered.

"I know you did, Jimmy," Celeste responded. "Going back to the whole 'tampering with fate' though—" she looked at him pointedly. His eyes were bloodshot from having wept for so many hours of the day, his hair was tangled, and he had just lost his fiancée and what could have been his son, in less than 24 hours. And this was only day one. "What do you plan to do now?"