Uh, context: Halt is twelve, Crowley is nineteen, Pritchard is like thirty. Crowley and Pritchards are rangers which are a vigilante group in the city. Yes it’s a modern au. And Halt is the child they found in the dumpster. With lots if trauma, a caffeine addiction, and terrifying knife skills. In this filler episode Crowley is taking Halt to meet his family on the farm.
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Kicking Crowleys seat in front of him, Halt grumbled, “It’s still suspicious. If not labor then what do they want me for?”
Pritchard gave a warning glance to Halt as Halt began kicking his seat instead. “They want to meet you. Crowleys been telling them all about his new little brother.”
Going back to kicking Crowleys chair, Halt paused at that last sentence, “I AM NOT HIS BROTHER!!!”
Muttering, Crowley said cheekily, “No, you’re not as annoying as MY brother.”
“Was that a challenge, ginger?” Halt glared at the huge smile on Crowleys face, “And you’ve been telling them about me? What did you say?”
Crowley glanced in the rearview mirror again and switched lanes, “Oh, nothing much.”
Halt kicked Crowleys seat harder, “Tell me, you sad excuse for a vigilante!”
“Hmph, rude, maybe I won’t tell you.”
Halt glared, ”if I kill you now and grab the wheel, maybe I can be back in time before Jules (coffee shop) closes.”
Crowley scoffed, “With whose money?”
“Yours. What do you think I’m stupid enough to not roll a corpse for coins?”
Pritchard didn’t glanced up, “Halt, no murder, and stop stealing from dead bodies.”
Halt turned back to Crowley, “We’ve gotten off topic, stop avoiding the question. What did you tell your family about me? And what can you tell me about them that I can use to my advantage later?”
Chuckling, Crowley gave a resigned sigh, “Well mostly it was just texts about, I found a trash gremlin. I lost the trash gremlin. Oh I found him again! He really stinks like the dumpster on third west, I wonder if he sleeps there. The trash gremlin stole my coffee, again. Trash gremlin went missing again, but this time when he came back he brought a rat, a dead rat, why is he like this?” Crowley glanced at Halt through the mirror again, “Is that sufficient information?”
Narrowing his eyes, Halt growled, “First did you actually never use my name? That’s good, I will go by an alias. I will be The Shadow.”
Pritchard snorted, then tried to hide his laughter with a cough.
Halt ignored him, “Second yes I have slept in the dumpster on third west multiple times. It’s next to a laundry mat, it’s got some of the cleanest trash ever. And third, the dead rat was supposed to go on your pillow, but Pritchard stopped me before I could.”
Crowley glanced at Pritchard, “Thanks, I owe you a coffee.”
“Don't mention it… but still give me the coffee.”
