Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 3 for Lane. Things are getting serious, and Lane is ready to help. Enjoy!!**

Everyone spoke at once, loud and over each other. Panic filled the room, and I could only make out parts of sentences. It was a blast of sound that had Oscar scrambling off my lap and huddling under the chair.

“What happened?”

“How long…”

“Wolves are looking…”

“…lost the scent trail…”

I released a pop of magic, a quick pop, just to get everyone’s attention. They froze, and the wolves head turned to me in a sort of robotic way. Gareth and Aeron winced, but a smirk crossed Aeron’s face at the same time Gareth scowled.

“Let’s all take a breath. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Agent Willis on the job,” Aeron muttered, that smirk becoming more pronounced.

My stomach soured at the reminder. He didn’t know, and he was just being himself, but it still poked a tender nerve. I shook it off. Because I wasn’t a field agent anymore, but that didn’t mean I would ignore what was going on. I wasn’t in me to let this go, active agent or not. 

“My son is missing,” Walker repeated, his desperation clear.

“Okay.” I went for soothing. Not only because that’s how I was trained, but because that’s who I was. More than that, I didn’t like the distress on his face. It was warranted, sure, and completely understandable. But I wanted to make it better, and I wasn’t quite sure if that was just my personality or if there was something more. I was drawn to him in a way I wasn’t going to explore at the moment.

Instead, I motioned him closer. “Tell me what happened.”

Walker took a breath, then another, before he stepped closer. I wanted to reach out and touch, but I managed to keep my hands to myself. Oscar let out a trilling sound and hopped back up into my lap. The cat stretched, then headbutted my stomach. He was trying to tell me something, but I didn’t know what yet. I was focused on Walker.

“Archer went for a run, on two legs, and he didn’t come home. He’s never done that before. I immediately went looking. Called the pack. The trail goes cold and we can’t…I can’t….” He had to stop, fear and frustration rising.

“Okay,” I said again, still trying for calming. “How old is Archer?”

“Fifteen.”

I nodded. “And has he ever done something like this before?”

“No!” Walker was pissed now, loud, and his dark eyes blazed. “He’s not that kid. He always tells me where he’s going, when he’ll be back, and he never, never, disappears or doesn’t do what he says he’s going to do.”

“All right, I needed to ask—”

“I know parents say that all the time. But I’m telling you, this is not like my son. This is out of the norm. There is no way he would just not come home, or not let me know.”

“Hey.” I did touch him then, because he wasn’t listening, and I understood why, but I needed him to hear me. Walker snapped his gaze to mine, and it was full of anger and worry. But I held his gaze, so he’d know I was sincere. “I believe you. I’m not questioning that.”

Walker deflated, the anger seeping away to be replaced with out right fear. He was so scared, and I was petting his arm before I even realized it. It seemed to help, so I didn’t stop. Even when Oscar surprised us both by hopping from my lap to the table, and pushing his little face against Walker’s hand. 

Walker pulled away from me but started petting my cat. Oscar crept forward just enough so that he could get the loving exactly where he wanted it. Walker trained his gaze on the cat, focused on rubbing Oscar’s ears and coaxing the motorcycle purr out of him. Oscar wasn’t one to purr that loud, not usually, so I knew he was doing it on purpose. I was glad for it in that moment.

“You taking the case, Agent Willis?” Aeron’s voice was all snark, and maybe I was hearing things that weren’t there because my emotions were still so raw, but I fought to keep my expression passive.

“Get me up to speed. Tell me everything you’ve done so far,” I instructed instead of acknowledging his comment.

Marco spoke, giving a succinct briefing. “Walker headed out to the park where Archer usually runs. He followed his scent trail, but lost it. Which is when he called in the pack. Our best trackers are out there searching, widening the perimeter. Alpha is with them, but she sent us here to see if Gareth and Aeron could help.”

I nodded, taking out my phone. “Gareth? Is there something you can do?”

Gareth snapped to attention, reaching for Owen. “Yes. Aeron and I can set up a scrying. With us boosting each other, we can see if we can locate Archer.” He glanced at his brother, and Aeron lifted his cockatoo off his shoulder and nodded, determination crossing his expression. 

“Good. You guys do that, and keep me updated.”

“You’re going to help? You’ll find my son?” The hope in Walker’s tone made my stomach swoop. In that instance, I wanted to be the one to swoop in and save the day. To fix this for him and make his life whole again.

It pained me to have to say the next words. “I can’t take the case myself.” I didn’t elaborate, and I hated seeing the disappointment cross Walker’s expression. “But I’m going to make a call. Cash in a few favors. I promise, Walker, I’m going to do everything I can.”

He stared at me for a long moment before giving a single nod. Then he turned away from me, and walked straight into Marco’s arms. The big man squeezed the back of Walker’s neck and let him lean his weight. Marco had no problem holding him.

The jealousy was once again irrational, so I pushed it down. Shut that feeling in a box and refused to acknowledge it. I couldn’t help directly, but I knew just who to call to get Walker the help he needed.