?Lucy, wha' be happenin' to ye??
The three of them had been sitting on the beach, Lucy, Fin, and Ketch, watching the sun give up the last of its light before dropping below the horizon. Reg was there too, watching from the opposite side of the small bonfire, lurking in the ghostly way he was used to doing.
Lucy pretended not to hear Fin?s question, rattling on about a different topic, and reaching for the joint Fin had been sharing.
He puffed once more (to make sure the joint hadn't gone out) and then passed it to Lucy. ?I still be waitin', lass.?
Ketch rose to his elbows. When he cut his eyes around the gathering, he spied Reg, just the outline of him, no detail, that cued an internal 'huh' before he looked aside to Fin. ?She doesn't want to answer you.?
Lucy looked at Fin, then Ketch, then back. ?It's not a big deal. I just--haven't been feeling very well. That's all.? She raised the joint to her lips and drew in a breath.
Or at least she tried. She didn?t cough as she drew the smoke into her lungs. Rather the sucking sound of her inhale seemed to go on longer than the moment the joint was at her lips. She held it towards Fin, but it slipped from her fingers and fell to the blanket almost immediately.
Fin blanched as the joint dropped from...no, not from. Through. Through her fingers to fall on the blanket. He glanced down, picking it up swiftly before the ember caught on the blanket, but when he looked up, he nearly dropped it again.
Lucy?s mouth was open, her eyes widening in a slowly growing alarm, and she leaned forward over her folded legs. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly, like a fish out of water. The smoke she'd breathed in seemed to puff from all around her instead of from her nose or mouth on an exhale.
Ketch frowned. Trying to track what was unfolding slowed his reflexes. He could smell the singe of the blanket beneath them as the joint smoldered against it, the heavy cloud of smoke that seemed to hang too long before dispersing.
?Lucy? Lucy!? Fin tried to place a hand to her shoulder as he leaned forward but it passed through her form and hit the blanket underneath her. The Scot jerked back, staring in horror before eyes darted to Reg. ?Wha' is wrong wit' her?!?
Reg watched the moment unfold with a horror of his own. He tried to move towards Lucy, only he couldn't move. Gravity was suddenly bearing down on him, the weight of his all-too-real body dragging him to the sand.
?The fuck is going on?? Ketch?s voice was sharp with dawning concern. His whiskey glass tipped over onto the blanket, the spill unnoticed as he rose to his knees, adrenaline spiking his pulse as his eyes pinged around the trio.
Reg struggled towards Lucy, and then fell to the sand, holding himself up on his hands and knees. ?Don't try to breathe! Don't try! Just let go, love.?
As Reg spoke, Ketch's eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the man, seeing much more than an outline now.
Fin?s eyes were on Reg too. The look of feral violence he offered the male ghost was vicious, teeth bared and a low growl thrumming at the base of his throat where it coiled, ready to loose itself should the need arise.
Lucy raised her eyes to Reg and nodded slowly, the usual in-and-out movements of her chest slowing as she resisted the impulse to breathe. She straightened back up again holding her hands in front of her, open so she could see her palms.
?She don't know how to talk like that just yet.? Reg kept his eyes on Lucy while he explained to Fin and Ketch, then reassured her again. ?It'll pass. Just give it a moment, love.?
?Talk like wha'?? Fin enunciated each word like a bite to the neck, the threat of blood real. ?Wha' will pass??
Reg held up a hand to Fin and Ketch, a plea for patience, for a moment of reprieve before anything happened. ?She'll be back, I swear it. I swear it.?
Lucy knew she was back when she felt her eyes welling with tears. She dragged in a shuddering breath, her narrow shoulders shaking. She leaned forward again, trying to hide her face in the shadows, too afraid to look at either of them, to see the looks on either of their faces. ?I'm alright.?
Fin felt like his heart had stopped until Lucy started to tremble and pant. Any vitriol for Reg was muted, transformed into wild-eyed concern as he hesitantly touched fingertips to her shoulder, blowing out a breath when he made contact. ?Lucy, love, please tell me wha' be wrong,? pleading quietly.
Reg straightened, his hands and knees no longer resting on the sand, just floating there. ?I been begging her to tell you. Begging her.?
Ketch had gone silent and still as a slab of marble.
?We tried something,? Lucy finally confessed. She brought her knees up and rested her chin on them. ?It was a spell for bringing--bringing Reg over to the land of the living. But it didn't work.?
?We thought it didn't work.? Reg corrected.
?We thought it didn't work,? Lucy repeated in acquiescence. ?But it--it did work it just--it worked wrong or something.? She sniffled, her voice thready as tears gathered in earnest. "Something is happening to me. And to Reg."
Fin straightened, the weight of her truth settling heavy across his brow. Eyes closed and he remained silent for many long minutes while a sick realization had his stomach sinking low and lower. Had to take a slow, deep breath before he was able to open his eyes. ?Yer tradin' places?? That's what it seemed like, or Lucy was being pulled into the land of the dead or...whatever it was called. ?How long ago did ye do it??
Ketch reached aside for his pants, pulling his cigarettes from his back pocket and tapping out one of the hand-rolleds, lighting it, drawing in until the cherry glowed and then extending it to Lucy in silent offer.
?A few weeks ago.? Lucy lifted a hand to wipe a tear from her cheek, then she reached for Ketch?s cigarette. It shook as she brought it to her lips. After what had just happened though, she was too afraid to inhale. She closed her eyes to keep from crying.
?Certain hours of the day, it's worse. When the veil is thin. Sunrise, sunset.? Reg nodded towards the dusk light, the sun now officially gone. ?Think Jack knows. His bird, the crow, he seen it. But she won't tell him. She won't tell you. Couldn't get her to tell anyone.?
Ketch lit another cigarette for himself as he digested Reg's explanation and sank back to the blanket.
Fin raised an accusing stare to Reg, then looked back at Lucy. ?Why would ye no' tell anyone, Lucy??
?I thought it would go away on its own.? She sniffled, her lower lip trembling. ?I thought--I thought everyone would think I was stupid.? She thumbed the end of the cigarette.
Fin frowned deeply, twisting to look at her. ?Stupid? For wha'??
?I did a--a sigil, to protect myself.? She gestured with one hand towards her forehead. ?Cause--I mean, I know what people say about--about magic having a--a cost.? She shook her head. ?But I forgot that--that I was looking in the mirror when I put it on.? Gesturing to her forehead again. ?So it was backwards.?
?Why did ye try this alone??
?Who was I supposed to ask? You hate Reg and--and Jack does too--and--and Shae and Salome are--are busy and--and Mesteno didn't think--he didn't think something like this could be done--and--and Cris was gone. Who was I supposed to ask for help??
?I do no' hate Reg but I do no' trust him.?
?Fucking Christ.? Reg glared at Fin and the fire snapped and crackled.
Lucy said nothing, just lowered her head back to her knees.
Fin sighed heavily and shook his head, raking fingers through his hair with a rough tug. Taking a breath, he supposed it didn't really matter. Some of the fight went out of him, his voice a little hoarse when he spoke. ?An' wha' will ye do now? Ignore it until ye fade away? Is tha'...wha' ye want??
?I don't know.? She took another shaky breath and finally remembered to ash her cigarette into the sand.
?You're going to talk to Jack and get us straightened out and send me back where I came from, love, that's what you're going to do.? Reg answered for her, glowering and shifting back and forth over the sand, the fire crackling wildly any time he neared it.
Lucy closed her eyes on tears welling afresh again.
?How is it progressing? How fast, I mean?? Ketch could see Lucy's hesitation, the difficulty she was having with an admittedly complex situation.
She kept her head resting on her knees. ?It didn't happen much the first week. Once, twice. Then... then once a day... and... and now twice... three times a day.?
?When will ye be gone?? Fin murmured.
?Gone?? Lucy raised her head.
Ketch knocked Fin sharply in the elbow and glared at him for that. ?What do you want to do?? This for Lucy.
?I have to fix it, I--I know I do. I just--I don't know how. I don't know what to do anymore. I--I--I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.?
Fin didn't react to the jarring hit at his elbow, didn't stir until Lucy spoke again. ?Are ye goin' to speak to Jack or Salome??
?The solution is probably there,? Ketch gestured towards Fin as he mentioned Jack and Salome, ?But it sounds like the difficult part is wrapping your head around the result.?
?There's nothing to wrap her head around.? Reg stopped his pacing to answer Ketch. ?We trade back and that's it, it's done.?
Lucy didn't look at Reg when he spoke. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry again.
?Wha' if it canno' be undone?? Fin dreaded the answer but felt he had to ask it because magic was unreliable and there was always a catch.
Lucy shrugged a shoulder.
?It can be.? Reg stopped his pacing, and turned to look at Lucy, speaking with more certainty than he felt. ?It can be.?