AN: June is twenty-six.
Also, though reading it is not necessary to understand this, this
story is in continuity with Nightmares and Dreamscapes. Thanks to
Kodra for beta reading and providing immeasurable help in getting
Jeffs voice right. Written for Kodra as part of a shortfic challenge. He requested a story of June reacting to a member of her family being harmed in some way by magical beings. All feedback, including constructive
criticism, welcome and appreciated. Enjoy.
Jeff the leprechaun
winced at the sounds of crashing and screaming around him as he
huddled protectively over the squirming, burbling bundle of blankets
in his arms. He couldve told the over-amped, way psychotic
Kermitian firesloths that declared on his doorstep they planned
liberate a quart of his blood for their way uncool dark ritual they
were headed for Painsville, but they were obviously totally baked
crazies, as they had already bagged said squirming bundle before they
came to get him to use as their host vessel. And theyd smashed
him in the head with a pipe before they carted him off, too, which
kinda cut the conversation short anyway. Totally lame.