(if you're not okay with what happens to jack, let me know, and i'll certainly edit!)
Angus had slipped for a bit into a deep sleep, finally willing to just let go of a hundred concerns that had been racing through his sleep deprived brain. He had fallen into a bad habit of going to bed much too late and getting up again before daylight, and it was slowly taking a toll. There had been something refreshing just in having an afternoon off, and while this hadn't been at all planned with Ruby, he didn't regret it.
He lazily flicked a finger over the tea in their mugs and in the pot to reheat it. The room was silent, and she was still there, lying next to him, skin to skin. She had said she wanted to know him. Well, he wasn't sure if they'd accomplished that, but it certainly had been an icebreaker.
He wasn't the sort to take up with a lot of women. He was far more selective. He had always been open to settling down--until recently. Until "her",..well, him...well, was her/him really just an it? Even now he wasn't sure. That had changed things for him. He had blamed himself for being gullible and vulnerable. That had caused him to reassess, to decide that he wanted to be far more casual, less eager to make a mistake with permanency written all over it. Had he ever really considered cutting himself off from sex? No. He had only cut himself off from commitment.
His thoughts were interrupted by two things. First, he began to smell chicken, and not just any chicken. He could smell the richness of the smoked paprika the freshness of rosemary and basil, and he could smell the clean, refreshing tang of citrus--specifically, lemon. Michael's roasted lemon chicken. And then he could smell roasting aromatics like onions and carrots. Someone had put dinner in the oven. Although cooking was one of the joys in his life, he also appreciated when someone dove in and either joined him or even took over, giving him a break.
The second thing that gained his attention was Fudge. Where had he come from? He had scrambled up on the nightstand and was now walking across the pillow. Had the bowtruckle been here the whole time? And then he remembered. Fudge had been in her pocket. Great. It hadn't been so private after all. Now the bowtruckle looked at him with a cheeky little grin.
"So much for privacy," Angus said quietly. "You'd better be glad no one here speaks Bowtruckle, Dude, or you and I might have difficulties." Fudge cast him a slightly arrogant tilt of his head to convey that the bowtruckle wasn't the one who was lying on the bed in the altogether. "You don't even own any trousers, so don't give me that," Angus said. Fudge appeared to be trying to mock him now. "Smart arsed twig," Angus muttered.
At the dentist clinic, Brian had ignored the receptionist and had walked past her, despite her objections. It occurred to him that he was probably going to end up with a bit of a disciplinary action and from whom? His father in law or, ultimately, his wife. Well, that was going to be awkward, wasn't it? He made his way down the hallway, opening doors, looking for some bloke with a nametag that said Harrington. And when he found him he grabbed Harrington by the throat and got into his face and spoke to him in a menacing tone.
"Come here," he said to him quietly but threateningly. "Come with me. We're gonna talk. We have some business. He took Harrington out into a hallway and around a corner to a stairwell, and he pushed Harrington against the wall. "You know why I'm here? I bet you do. You messed with my baby, and now I'm gonna mess with you."
The words weren't even out of his mouth good before Harrington seemed to get bigger and rise up, and Brian realized the figure was shapeshifting into something much bigger--bigger than him and bigger than Jack and just kept rising. The figure grabbed tight hold of him and tight hold of Jack. The figure was now a hideous hag who had purposely oversized herself to be so giant sized that she had to stoop over to fit at all into the hallway despite its high ceilings. And she was horrifyingly hideous.
"Little boys shouldn't play or they might get hurt," the now mammoth sized repulsively ugly giant woman cackled. "You stole something that isn't yours. Return it, or we will take from you nothing short of everything..."
Brian was only hearing part of what the creature said. He was distracted, studying the woman and her clothing and her jewelry. Something was ringing familiar. He couldn't place it but there was a link here somewhere.
"I don't care how big you are, Wench!" he retorted angrily. She lifted him and Jack easily off the floor, and Brian made a choice. He wasn't backing down. He preferred to be able to get information from the hag, but if the hag pressed her luck, a killing curse would make short work of her, no matter how big she made herself.
Brian heard shouting, and he looked to see someone had summoned the aurors, who had started to run up the hallway towards him and Jack, saw the giant hag and had all stopped in their tracks, staring wide eyed at what was before them. Feeling annoyed at the uselessness of the aurors, Brian glanced at Jack, feeling this was still up to the two of them. He knew he could count on Jack to know what needed to happen, and right now, they still needed to contain this thing alive if they could at all manage it.
He tried firing an Imperious curse, hoping to gain control, but he watched the curse bounce off. Obviously the thing had put up a nonverbal shield. Then he heard one of the aurors attempt to toss a killing curse at it, and it just narrowly missed Brian, and bounced off the thing altogether. That pissed Brian off. He had no desire for one of his trainees to off him with a lousy shot. But it had apparently been more than the thing wanted to deal with because it simply let go of Jack and Brian. Brian tried to grab at her, but only caught a leather wrist gauntlet the hag wore, and he fell to the floor with a graceless whumping sound, unable to have any time to try to land in a healthier way. The instant he hit the ground the thing seemed to resize to a normal human size and one mere instant later, it disappeared completely.
"Well, that went swimmingly, didn't it?" Brian said sarcastically, looking at Jack. "You alright, Mate?"
And at the estate, Robert took one more liberty by casting a calming spell on Abbey before waking her. When he work her, she blinked and looked at him.
"Feeling better?" he asked her. She thought a moment and slowly nodded, still a bit sleepy. "What upset you?"
"Bad lady," Abbey said. "I no liked her. She bad. Bad."
"What lady?" Kate asked. "Dr. Harrington was a man..."
"Noooo. Lady. Bad lady..." Abbey insisted.
"Robert," Kate said, frowning suddenly, "I think my energies are back. Something's lifted, just a moment ago. Jess, try your energies. I think they're back. I think I just saw a flash of the boys somewhere."
"Are they hurt?" Robert asked.
"No," Kate said slowly, uncertain at first. "Don't think so. Not seriously, I don't think. Jess?"