Who: Terrance and arguably mentions of @aileentamwood and @ariadnehelmsley
Where: Beacon Hills Memorial; Ariâs house
What: Terrance realizes he canât save anyone in Beacon Hills and he must go underground and become one with the Ninja Turtles. Except he doesnât live in the sewers because thatâs gross. He just decides maybe he should move to Southern California and become a lifeguard with the Rock.
This is Terranceâs official exit from the RP. He was supposed to be a temporary character and his time limit is up! Except instead of dying, heâs still out there... lurking... in the shadows.
Listening to the police scanner became an everyday occurrence for Terrance. Even though heâd wanted to hold back after Brendanâs death, there was something in his nature that was meant to protect... to save. Melissa had helped him see that his skills could be used elsewhere and heâd signed up to become an ambulance driver, so now when he listened, it was for dispatch reasons more than anything.
The latest call sounded awful. A hit and run. Victim was a young girl about seventeen or eighteen. Terrance wasnât trained to work paramedics--only drive, but he knew the fastest way to get there and knew he would reach it before any other emergency response vehicle. The whole time he drove, he felt like there was a sinking feeling in his gut--like he knew the person involved.
The hospital was incredibly understaffed, which was why they let a pizza delivery boy with no experience drive an ambulance with no CPR certification, but it was the end of times and they couldnât be picky anymore. When Terrance arrived on the scene, his co-workers launched themselves from the vehicle and immediately began to tend to the girl on the ground. Terrance normally stayed in the driverâs seat, but he couldnât stop himself this time. He needed to see....
...and when he saw Aileenâs broken body on the pavement, his stomach sank and the dread feeling confirmed itself.
âNo,â he breathed, and immediately ran to her side.
âStep aside,â one of his colleagues argued. âAbernathy, this isnât your job.â
âI know her,â Terrance choked out. âHer name is Aileen Tamwood.... I know her...â he swallowed thickly and stood aside, letting the paramedics do their jobs. He vowed right then to make sure he would drive her safely to the hospital so she could get the help she needed.
That night, as he curled his arms around Ariadneâs sleeping form, he recollected on everything heâd learned from Beacon Hills--how Alistair and Kira were the best swordfighting mentors he could ever ask for, how heâd made strong friends like Talia and Lydia and Rosie, and how heâd even managed to find love. Beacon Hills gave so much to him, but after seeing Aileen like that on the ground, he realized Beacon Hills would also only take from him. First it was his mother, then Jalen and then Brendan. Would Aileen be next? He didnât want to think about it.
He decided perhaps it was best to lie low. Tell his frustrations to Ariadne. Let her know he felt it was best they leave Beacon Hills before it took him away from her, or her away from him. Terrance couldnât save anyone, not here, but he could save normal people living out normal, everyday lives... in San Francisco, or Los Angeles... anywhere but here. Anywhere but this town. It was best to leave. Maybe not tomorrow or the next day. Maybe in a few weeks. She had a duty to uphold as a Deputy and to fight the horsemen. Until then, Terrance would stay off the radar.
With that in mind, Terrance settled around Ariadne and fell asleep.
The next day, Terrance found himself standing outside Aileenâs room holding a bouquet of flowers with a card saying, âTo April OâNeill, from Casey Jones.â Aileen still looked so broken, but the steady beeping of the heart monitor told him she was still alive. âFight for me,â he said quietly. âWhatever happens to me, promise me that when you wake up, youâll keep fighting.â He knew she couldnât answer, but that was enough for him.
Then he turned to leave, knowing he would disappear into the background and fight a completely different form of demons from a distance. Terrance Abernathy, pizza delivery boy-come-ambulance driver, master of the longsword, would retire from Beacon Hills and take his skills out into the world that needed him.
**Note: Terrance Abernathy will appear in Avengers 4: Teenage Mutant Ninja Pizza Boys
âWell, I can make a fire boob as well, I just thought this would be interesting.â She admitted. Ariadne couldnât help a tiny giggle as he raised his eyebrows at her, a smile growing that she just couldnât contain. She flipped their hands over so that a small fire boob sat in the palm of his hand. âMany new avenues, huh?â she asked, leaning in a little. âAnd what exactly are you imagining, hm?â Maybe she was teasing a little but she was rather thrilled by his suggestive.
Ariadne carefully nudged the candle aside, leaning over the table and the fire he held to press a kiss to his lips. When they parted she bumped their noses playfully, âItâs probably less kinky and exciting but would you like to help me do something else really cool?â
âSweet....â Terrance trailed off, his sixteen year old self coming back to the forefront. In fact, his sixteen year old self would be so jealous of his twenty-four year old self. Terrance wished he could give himself a high five. âOh... you donât wanna know what Iâm imagining.â And then, he remembered, she was his girlfriend and of course sheâd want to know what he was imagining. âJust... flames tickling in places other than my hands, is all.â He slowly began to move the ball of flame around in his hands, wondering how much of it was his own manipulation and how much of it was Ariadneâs doing. Still, it made him feel like for a full few seconds he could be a mage, too. When she moved to kiss him, he accidentally squeezed the fire in his grip and thought perhaps it might have gone out, but he was too distracted by Ariadneâs lips against his to care where it went. Neither one of them went up into flames so it was probably okay. He looked back at her with a lazy smile and half-lidded eyes. âOnly if itâs really cool. If itâs only mediocre cool then no, I wonât.â He grinned and kissed her again.
Veronica laughed, deciding that whoever this guy was, he was cool. âActuallyâŠâ She grabbed a bottle, checking the lid was tight before throwing it up in the air with one hand so it spun around and caught it with the other. âThatâs exactly what I can do.â She winced dramatically, seeing his point. âOw, ok, fine. Iâll stick to booty shorts and bras for eating pizza in.â Her eyes lit up at his challenge, turning away from him. âSadly, this job is new enough that I donât want to risk letting you behind the counter. But, so long as thereâs nothing you really donât like or are allergic to, I can create you a taste-explosion.â She kept the bottles she used out of his sight and soon turned back to him with a colourful drink. âHere. Try it if you dare.âÂ
âOh dude, awesome!!â Terrance said loudly, not withholding even a smidgen of his enthusiasm as she spun the bottles around. His eyes lit up like he was ten and watching a fireworks show from his backyard. But then she had to go and secretly make him a drink and even though he tried to catch a peek, the bar prevented him from seeing anything. âSmart choice. Me behind the counter would mean a lot of broken glass.â Terrance and grace didnât exactly go together. When she presented the drink to him he clapped excitedly. âOh... itâs like a bag of Skittles in a cup! Whatâd you call it? A taste-explosion? Iâm so excited. Itâs like getting to drink unicorn tears.â He paused with the drink to his lips. âWell, maybe not tears. I donât like the idea of a crying unicorn, but still. Yes, okay, down the hatch!â He took a sip, then a larger sip, then had to pause because he could definitely taste the alcohol. This was likely an expensive drink, but it was good so he didnât care. âOkay, youâre my new favorite. If I ever come in here and youâre not working, Iâll just leave.â
She was going to tell him to go away and just leave her alone, she thought that was what she wanted, but the part of her that was slowly beginning to warm up to people didnât want that at all, so with a frown, she just turns on her heel and stands her ground, turning her back on him. âNo, just Melody and me, all my siblings are fine back home.â Rosie casually responds, not noticing the slip-up until it was already out of her mouth, green orbs tearing up a bit at his next question as she turns around, but doesnât look up. âT-That doesnât matter, but no, he doesnât know and it wouldnât have been just him that thought up that idea, my mom-my mom would have told my dad what h-happened and oh god, Iâm so dead.â Her words begin to tumble into a panicked tone as she leans against the wall for support, taking in a deep breath.
Terrance didnât realize heâd tapped into the wrong conversation until it was too late and Rosieâs eyes began to gloss over. He quickly ushered her back inside the diner where he could grab a napkin and after a moment of awkwardly trying to wipe her eyes, he handed it over to her. âRosie... Rosie, hey,â he said softly, trying to console her. âYouâre super strong. The strongest, even. You can take whatever is thrown at you because youâre Xena. I want to help you, but youâll have to give me a little more information to work with because right now Iâm not working with much. Are your parents mad at you because of Melody? Donât act surprised, I worked it out during the cookie incident. Look, if you need a backup place to hide out, you can always stay at my place. Iâll just stay with my girlfriend. Sheâs both a cop and a mage so she might be able to put up some wards or something to keep you safe.â
âYeah, she can probably kick your ass without even thinking about it.â He said proudly about his girl. He raised his eyebrow at his comment realizing he was talking about the supernatural. âYeah, you come to realize that thereâs so many people who are supernatural here. I meah uh..Iâm a witch.â
âProbably? Dude, I know she can,â he said with a huff and another shot of the rum. He didnât react at Xavierâs revelation, instead just kind of nodding along to it as if heâd told him about a softball team. âYeah, yeah, okay. Thatâs cool. Witches are pretty neat. All the ones I know are blondes, though. Youâre kind of an oddball, arenâtcha?â The drink was definitely kicking in. âDo you really use the term witch? Not like... warlock or wizard or sorcerer? Because dude, you should use sorcerer.â
âOh my god, I honestly canât even with you, literally all of our conversations end with me getting aggravated, I should just ignore you at all times, yes, thatâs good, thatâs a nice plan.â She muses with a nod of her head as she furrows her eyebrows and groans. âYeah, Iâd hate to see how that would wind up the day that Iâm not there to help out.â Rosie mumbles as the blonde nervously fiddles with her hands and clears her throat. âEven if I did, it wouldnât concern you, but no, a friend of mine is letting us stay at her house for a short while.â
Her words didnât cut through him as they normally would have and he shrugged. âThen you can just ignore me and tell me to go away. Iâll do it, you know.â Except she hadnât told him to go away at all, so he stood his ground. âWhen you say âusâ do you mean you and all your siblings?â he asked, his smile finally falling. He looked out in the direction the thugs came from, wondering if more were on the way. âIs your dad really that bad to you guys? He doesnât know where youâre staying, right? Thatâs why he sent those guys here instead of... wherever?â
Kira chuckled lightly and shook her head. She really shouldnât have been laughing, though. Sure, she was more skilled than Terrance at sword-fighting, but cutting herself and getting injured was no joke. It was still painful even if she was able to heal quickly thanks to the supernatural side of her. âWhoa, hey! Watch where youâre go-â the kitsune yelled as she watched Terrance try again, but it was too late. The katana flew out of his hands, the clanging of the metal muffled by the grass. She let out a soft sigh and gave him a gentle smile. âItâs alright. Itâs just a spare sword,â she began to say. âDonât get ahead of yourself, okay? Fighting imaginary enemies is a whole ânother lesson, and it doesnât come along until much later. You gotta master all the basics first.â
At least she was laughing and that made Terrance feel better about potentially stabbing her in the eye. Then again, heâd seen her fight. She probably could have dodged it. He let that thought soothe his worries as he laughed along with her. He jogged over to retrieve the fallen weapon and tried to replicate the stance from before and instead of overdoing it, began to repeat the swing sheâd showed him earlier. âI think this is pretty good for lesson number one,â he said after heâd broken a sweat and the weapon felt much heavier in his hands. âIâm not ready to use it against the super baddies around here, but now I know I can pick up a stick and whack someone really good with it with just this swing,â he joked, slicing downward again. He groaned because his muscles hated him for using them again so he went to sheathe his sword and sat down on the grass to rest a moment. âYouâre a pretty good teacher, Kira,â he complimented as he caught his breath. âDo you teach a lot?â
Veronica flashed another smile at him before finishing up with her current customer, turning back to him when she was finished flirting her way into a tip. âWanna swap? Itâs been quiet here.â She laughed, since she would never be embarrassed or surprised by naked people. âFull moons always brings out the crazies, but apparently none of those crazies want a drink. Probably a good thing, right? But I have to say, eating pizza naked does sound like a good night to me.â Since she lived in her car, it was out of the question for her, and had been since she ended up on the streets. âSo, what can I get you?âÂ
âYeah, letâs do this. Iâve always wanted to learn how to spin bottles around like a baton and pour shots. ...that is what you get to do, right?â Even though Terrance had never in his life seen a flashy bartender. They were usually gruff yet talkative guys who tried not to judge people by their drink order, but Terrance got the idea that they did anyway. âEating pizza naked isnât that great. Especially when itâs hot. Thereâs some things you do not want molten cheese falling on... but anyway, Iâm not in the mood for my usual tonight. Itâs been a weird week. Um.... since I donât know you, do you have any specialties? Of course you do. Everyone does. Make me one of those. Or better yet, if weâre swapping, you tell me and Iâll screw it up fantastically. Deal?
This showed up in my Facebook Feed and all I could think about was the fusion of Terranceâs two Jedi Sword Masters: @kitsuneiism and @ali-maccrae who are teaching him both fighting styles. Considering how similar they are, maybe Terrance will blend the two!
âTry not to think about it too much,â Terrance echoed in a mocking tone. âEasy for you to say. If I donât think about it, Iâll just hack and slash like Indiana Jones in the jungle. Just WASHA-SHA-SHA-SHA!â He waggled the wooden sword around like there were vines everywhere and they were impeding his progress to steal some ancient treasure that shouldnât be stolen. The movement, to his credit, actually helped a little because it got rid of the weighted feeling in his hand and gave him the opportunity to gauge how the sword felt in his grip and how it reacted with the air. It was easier to settle down after that, and mostly because Alistair focused on the longsword style, which Terrance appreciated. âOkay, yeah, I got you. Wax on-wax off, right?â Even the Ninja Turtles liked their kung-fu movies. âIâm ready.â
Scrunching up her nose at his words, she rolls her eyes and puts a hand up. âNo! I meant that you are powerless and although you do know about the Supernatural, you still donât know everything, hell, Iâm still learning, but spare me the details of that story, Iâm begging you.â She states and rolls her eyes again. âOh my god, Iâm regretting everything.â Rosie mumbles as she hides her head in her hands. âI do not, I just simply donât want you to die under the hands of my dadâs idiotic men, that is all.â She muses with a shrug and sigh. âFor me to cone back home.â
âOh.â Terrance stated stupidly, knowing he should have been aware that she was talking about the supernatural. But still. She was so easy to tease, and he vowed to never stop. âItâs going to take a lot more than guys who canât take a metal tray to the head to stop me.â He didnât actually believe himself, though. Either way, with them gone, he turned back toward the diner. âWhat do you mean come back home? Youâre working. At work. Itâs not like you live here, right?â
She burst out into laughter as he called it a water boob and it was a miracle that the water stayed in form. God, she loved him. But she didnât say it again just yet. Instead, when he agreed to the fire, she lowered the water back into the glass again. Smiling at him as he continued, she reached out to take his hand, âI wonât, I promise. You have me, all of me. And I donât want you to hold anything back either, okay? Iâm not going anywhere.â
Ariadne squeezed his hand lightly before gently tugging the candle in front of them. Sadly, she didnât just wave a hand over it and light it, instead picking up a lighter to do so. Once the flame was lit, she focused on it and watched it grow, though it stayed contain in a stereotypical lit candle shape, despite the size. âDo you trust me?â She asked, perhaps pointlessly, lifting their hands and guiding his into the flame. It didnât burn of course, it tickled somewhat instead - just a gentle warmth on his palm.
Not hold anything back? Terrance smirked inwardly. He could do that--starting with the very audible noise of complaint when she used a lighter to light the candle instead of snapping her fingers. But she made up for it by taking his hand again. He loved it when she held his hand, no matter the context. Her skin was so smooth and the action never failed to send shivers up and down his arm. In fact, he was so centered on thinking about her hand that he didnât realize sheâd been holding his own in the flame. He almost jerked it away when he noticed, but the gentle, tickling warmth he felt wasnât just from her touch--it was from the flame itself. He giggled and whispered. âI thought you were going to show me a fire boob,â he admitted jokingly before letting himself calm down. âIt tickles a little... like a feather.â And then, because he was a man and in the presence of someone he felt so strongly about, both romantically and sexually, he lifted his eyebrows at her suggestively. âThis opens up so many new avenues.â Magic kink-based sex. Terrance didnât know he had it in him. Ariadne was already opening the world up to a whole swath of information and he needed to process it all somehow.Â
âIâm hardly an expert on all this, but you can ask me questions any time. Even if I donât know the answer, Iâll be able to ask someone else.â He knew enough to be in danger and not enough to be safe, although arguably, knowing didnât always help. âThe payâs⊠okay but there are benefits. But it is a high pressure job. Theyâll train you up, so youâd have to be ready for that. Normally, theyâd expect you to already have the training, but as I said, theyâre looking for people.â With everything that had happened in Beacon Hills, the hospital was seriously understaffed. âYou wonât just be telling people where to go, youâd have to tell the EMT whatâs going on, and youâd have a lot to juggle. But if you want to go for it, Iâll pass your details on and theyâll call you up for an interview.âÂ
âYou know what? I can handle it,â Terrance said, sounding more confident than he felt. But still, it was a step up in life and he would feel like he was helping a lot more than he did, now. âI canât thank you enough for everything youâve done for me and it feels bad asking for the information on top of all of it. But... I promise Iâll do what I can. I know if you vouch for me, its your rep thatâs on the line if I donât make it so...â He gave her a quick salute. âYouâre the best pick-me-up, everâ
Veronica liked working, but the bar in Beacon Hills had none of the energy that she loved from New York. Shifts often passed without incident, but she still managed to get good tips by talking to everyone. Noticing a guy waiting at the bar, she turned her head to grin at him. âHey there. Iâll be all yours in a moment.â She spoke the way she would do any customers, man or woman, old or young, beautiful or ugly. People liked it better when she flirted.Â
Terrance spun around on the barstool, only reaching out to drum his fingers on the counter whenever it passed him by. âNo rush, dude, Iâm just getting out some energy after this crazy shift.â Most places in Beacon Hills were closed early these days, and the bar was one of the only places open aside from the 24-Donut shop and McDonaldâs. Believe it or not, Terrance actually felt safer in the bar. McDonaldâs parking lots were scary at night. He didnât recognize the new bartender, though--but that was to be expected. He hadnât come by in a few weeks. Not since he started dating Ariadne. âI donât know if itâs the full moon or not, but I had three naked pizza deliveries tonight. Three! And yet my eyes remain in my head.â He still had on his Caravaggioâs black polo, but heâd lost the baseball cap in his car.
Well, he thought it would be a good idea to play Ninja Turtles and went out on a police riot chase with his friend @bloodybrendanroderick and then when they got there, everyone was eating each other during an orgy and someone set the place on fire and Terrance was able to get out but Brendan didnât and then Brendan died. So. That was pretty risky.Â
â: Â the last person my muse made a phone call to and why
He doesnât really call people on the phone anymore. He doesnât even call Ariadne. He just texts her. His last phonecall was probably to pay a bill. XD
