An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Barnabas and Vita sure didn't expect to get a drunken call at two in the morning. They sure didn't expect Ben to be the one on the other end of the phone.
Snippet:
"Oh... You want me to...Okay. So...don't be....cross with me— That's a funny word...cross... heh..."
"Ben!" Barnabas's mind was swirling. Had Ben maybe crossed paths with a fae? Did the fae encourage him out of bed and now he was confused and disoriented, walking around blind in Norway?! "Are you hurt? Was it a Fairy? A Fae? A poltergeist?!"
"Oh, I'm drunk." Ben then said as calmly as possible.