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Last day on the set of Darkest Night. Everything had been wrapped, cleaned, stored or returned. His work was done for the season, but he was lingering in the office with Amy and Zev before they all went their separate ways. ( Read more... )

[Lifted from the very end of Smoke and Ashes by Tanya Huff.]

Current Mood: happy

Tony woke when the sunlight snuck through the blinds of Dinah's hotel room and smacked him in the eyes. He had a few moments of panic, but a quick call to the set let him know that Elson was on guard and nothing had attacked through the night. He took a quick shower, called Leah, and they were on their way to the ( first weak spot of the day. )

[From chapter eleven of Smoke and Ashes.

Also: Hunting weak spots with Dinah and Leah; Merlin and Arthur face a dragon demon and Tony and Dinah talk in the evening.]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

Tony hoped he was dreaming although, given the way his life had been lately, he figured there was a fifty-fifty chance he was actually physically standing somewhere… white. White up above, white all around, white and solid underfoot. At least he was dressed. One of those naked and somewhere white dreams would be more than he could handle right about now.

If he was dreaming.
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[From chapter ten of Smoke and Ashes.]

Current Mood: frustrated

Four runes were all it took to send a demon back to its own dimension. Way, way less energy than a Powershot. Leah showed him the runes - all four were part of her elaborate tattoo - and he just needed to draw them in the air with lines of energy. A wizarding basic.

( Something he didn't actually know how to do. )

[Lifted from chapter five of Smoke and Ashes this time.]

Leah and Tony didn’t discover that Leah had been injured until they were eating dinner. It was, literally, a scratch. The demon’s claw had barely broken the skin and drawn no more than a drop or two of blood. Hardly worth a Band-Aid and certainly nothing to panic about - except it was the first time Leah had seen her own blood in over 3500 years. The demon that attacked them had been marked with a rune that let him bypass the protections on the Demongate. Someone who knew a hell of a lot about that Demongate was trying to kill Leah and open the gate. And that just couldn't be good.

Tony didn't have much choice about calling in Henry. He needed the help and it was Henry's territory. While he and Leah waited for the vampire to show up, Tony fell asleep on his sofabed.

( The growl snapped Tony fully awake. [Somewhat NWS] )

[The bulk of this scene is from chapter 4 of Smoke and Ashes by Tanya Huff, with editing. Thanks to

hotceltogoth and

blondecanary for helping me with the end bit.]

Current Mood: tired

Tony hadn’t expected to be done with work by sunset let alone have time to get from the studio to VanTerm before Leah finished her stunt. But at 5:50, almost an hour before the sun actually went down, he was in his car and heading west on Hastings. He was glad he made it. Leah’s dive off the stern of one of the ships in port was damned impressive and more of a stunt than CB would ever be willing to pay for.

( The blow from sunlight is more unexpected than the blow from darkness. )

[Once again lifted from chapter three of Smoke and Ashes by the marvelous Tanya Huff with some edits.]

RCMP Constable Jack Elson had been unhappy about the verdict of Accidental Death after the Shadowlord had been and gone, but that was nothing on the way he’d felt when Tony’d finally forced open the doors to Caulfield House on that July night. He’d seen the kind of weird-and-wonderful that even television writers would have had a hard time making people believe, and what he’d seen, combined with a good cop’s ability to sift out the bullshit, had left him with no choice but to believe Tony’s promised explanation. He’d believed it. He just hadn’t liked it much.

Given his adversarial history with the police, Tony still wasn’t sure why he’d told Jack and his partner Geetha Danvers the truth about what had happened in the house—slightly edited of personal information and back story. Maybe he’d hoped that it would keep them from hanging around and scowling suspiciously at all and sundry. It had worked on Constable Danvers, not that she’d been the scowling suspiciously sort to begin with, but it had done sweet fuck all to get Constable Elson out of his life.

Tony'd had less than three hours sleep after Leah left and he'd tried to make that up on the couch of Raymond Dark's office during the lunch break; a simple yet potentially effective plan that was blown to hell when Constable Elson showed up with news of a construction worker whose arm had been bitten off.

( He hadn’t wanted to go look at a dead body )

[Lifted from chapter three of Smoke and Ashes by Tanya Huff with some edits. And yes, there's more to this plot than copypasta but I need to get through a few bits of canon first.]

Current Mood: nauseated

The television remote was not in the pizza box under the couch. It finally turned up on top of the bookcase by the window, half buried in the pot with the dead geranium. Raising it in triumph, he settled back against the pillows, sprayed some cheese on a piece of jerky and started channel surfing with the mute on.

Replay of a hockey game on TSN, end of hurricane season on Outdoor Life, remake of Smokey and the Bandit…

“Which after The Longest Yard and The Dukes of Hazard pretty much proves there is no God,” he muttered, jabbing his thumb at the remote.

… some guy eating a bug on either the Learning Channel or FOOD—he didn’t stay long enough to see if it came with a lecture on habitat or a raspberry vinaigrette—three movies he’d already seen, two he didn’t want to see, a bug eating some guy on either Discovery or Space, someone knocking at the door…

His thumb stilled.

Someone knocking at his door. Carefully. Specifically. Trying not to wake the neighbors. ( Read more... )

[Lifted from chapter two of Smoke and Ashes by Tanya Huff with some small edits.]

Current Mood: cynical

After escaping from the house, Tony had to deal with a couple of metaphysically confused Mounties, an EMT and a sexually confused actor. There wasn't time for Henry to get back to his condo safely, so the vampire wrapped himself in a blackout curtain and tucked himself away in the trunk of his BMW. Tony drove the car back to Henry's condo and parked it safely in the underground lot. Then he left a message for Dinah and crashed out in the room that used to be his.

He woke up a few hours later, his branded left hand throbbing with pain. He took a few Tylenol and managed a brief shower. He wavered for a few seconds over ordering takeout, since he knew Henry hated the smell of food in his condo. But the only stuff in the fridge was bottled water and he didn't have the energy to go out for anything, so he decided Henry could suck it up and deal.

Once he had some food in his stomach, he picked up his phone again and dialed Dinah. He had some 'splaining to do.

[For

blondecanary. Previous parts: one, two and three.

ETA: And with the Dinah thread, plot is done! Thanks to

oops_mbad for her Henry and huge thanks to

blondecanary for all her help. This is the highly condensed version of Tony's adventure; you can read Smoke and Mirrors by Tanya Huff for the full story, since the deviations from canon are pretty minor.]

Current Mood: exhausted

The doors to the Caulfield House slammed shut exactly at sunset, trapping nineteen people inside. Nineteen living people, that is. Tony had no idea how many ghosts were trapped inside with them, but given that an entire ballroom full of people had been murdered and that was only one of the many horrific acts that had been committed here, he was good with making a rough guess and saying lots. And each murder was being replayed - relived - well, re-experienced - while the malevolence in the house tried to drive the actual breathing folks insane so they'd kill each other and make more ghosts.

( Cut for canon )

[Smoke and Mirrors again, the highly condensed version. To be continued!]

Current Mood: scared

About a third of the way down the massive wooden staircase the older of the two tuxedo-clad men paused, head up, nostrils flaring as though he were testing a scent on the air. “We’re not . . . alone.”

“Well, there’s at least another twenty invited guests,” his companion began lightly.

“Not what I meant.” Red-gold hair gleamed as he turned first one way then the other. “There’s something . . . else.”

“Something else?” the younger man repeated, suspiciously studying the portrait of the elderly gentleman in turn-of-the-century clothing hanging beside him. The portrait, contrary to expectations, continued to mind its own business.

“Something . . . evil.”

( Cut for canon. )

[Lifted almost exactly from chapter one of Smoke and Mirrors by Tanya Huff. To be continued... dun dun dun!]