Wicked

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like...

to be like everyone walking up and down the street...

living in blissful ignorance...

having friends where memories instead of secrets linked us together.

If I had been born to any other family,

so many things would be different.

But as my foster mom used to say,

"If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets."

Give me.

I believe the correct response is:

I love you so much for getting me iced coffee,

You know I could totally just ninja kick your ass and take the coffee.

But you'd never do such a thing

'cause I'm your best-est friend-est in the world-est.

Okay, so, I have a hot date Saturday night,

Well, hopefully, a hot date,

but David has me on the schedule to work the Quarter,

so...

You want me to take your shift in the Quarter?

- Mm-hm. - On a Saturday?

Smack dab in tourist hell?

Pretty please?

Sure. Not like a I have a hot date.

I mean you could if you went out more than once a year.

I'd totally do you. You know I swing both ways.

I like boys...

and can we not talk about them or swinging?

This conversation is gonna lead me to dwell on the severe

lack of orgasms in my life.

Fine, I don’t know, I don’t get why you’re going to college.

I mean, you already have a job that pays extraordinarily well,

even if it does have the shortest life span of any job out there,

but it's just like, another reason not to waste your time on... that.

Okay, how about a friendly wager?

On?

Most kills by one in the morning.

Deal, what do I get when I win?

If you win.

I'll bring you iced coffee for a week,

and if I win...

Fucking fae.

That one's mine. Thanks for Saturday.

I'll get laid and you can live vicariously through me.

Peace out.

Your whole world is about to end.

As last words go, I've heard better.

I'm sure you have.

Kind of tacky to bring a gun to a knife fight.

And stupid to let you walk up behind me

and stab me in the back like the last one just did.

Good point.

You're not a normal fae.

And you're not a stupid cow.

Oh... Wait. I know what you are.

A dead fae.

How weak do you think I am, cow?

Come on, David, come on.

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.

Someone's triggered the alarm.

Someone's down on the stairs.

She's alive.

And she's staring at me really intensely.

Who is it?

She kinda looks like she's from that movie Brave.

The one with the curly, red hair.

Shit! That'll be Ivy Morgan.

Don't... touch me!

That's not what I usually hear from the ladies.

- Doc. - What happened to you, girl?

A fae shot me.

Girl, fae don't use guns.

It was a fae. A fae that didn't need glamour to hide its identity.

- What? - That can't be true.

This fae didn't have silver skin, but it had fae eyes.

And it conjured a gun...

- out of thin air. - I'm thinking you might've hit your head, girl.

- Let's get you upstairs. - No, I'm telling you...

I'm assuming this is why you called me last night?

Would've answered, but... well, Laurie would be downright pissed

if I let her hanging if you get my drift.

I talked to Doc Harris.

He said it was just a flesh wound that bled a lot.

Probably made worse by your running.

I didn't run because I'm a coward.

I didn't say you are were coward.

That man had a gun, you can't fight a bullet.

I'm gonna pull you off rotation until next Wednesday.

But I'm working for Val this Saturday.

- I know what you told Harris and Ren... - Ren?

Who's Ren?

Ren Owens.

Transferred to our sect from Colorado.

Are you sure it was a fae, Ivy?

It didn't look like a regular fae, but it made a gun appear out of thin air.

- Possible. - I know what I saw.

And you know me.

Never once have you ever had to question me.

Except for the time you ended up in jail.

Except that one time, but what I'm telling you is the truth.

And if hitting a fae with iron does nothing to them,

then they would be unstoppable.

No. They would be an ancient.

I thought they were all sealed in the Otherworld.

It's possible that a few could've remained here undetected, but it is highly unlikely.

I saw it.

We don't know what you really saw.

We don't, Ivy.

I'm gonna contact the other sects.

See if they have any experiences like this,

but until I hear back from them,

you need to keep this quiet.

We can't tell anyone.

Not even Val.

Do you understand me?

I understand, David.

Did the fae say anything to you?

Just the same old "your world is about to end " crap.

Guess who got shot last night by some punk?

You must've been off your game.

Yeah. And I have bad news.

Well, worse than getting shot by some punk?

I can't work Saturday night.

David pulled me.

Honey, that is the last thing you should be worried about.

Want me to swing by?

Nah, I'm just gonna get cleaned up and sleep.

Be careful, please.

You promised me that, okay?

I'm always careful.

Bite me and I will bury you alive in a shoe box.

Where have you been?

You didn't come home. I thought you were dead.

No one knows about me, and I would just be left here, forgotten.

I'd starve, Ivy, starve.

Doesn't look like you were starving.

I had to eat to get through the stress of being abandoned.

I knew where you were.

And you don't engage in any bow-chick a-wow-wee.

You always come home.

So...

where were you, Ivy Divy?

I got shot last night.

What? You got shot? Where? How? By who?

Did you cry? I would've cried. A lot, like, a river of motherfucking tears.

- A fae shot me. - When did they start using guns?

And the fae didn't have silver skin either.

And it conjured a gun out of thin air.

And I stabbed him with an iron stake and it did nothing.

- Sound like an... - Ancient?

Oh, they're badass.

Scary.

I've never seen an ancient here.

Exactly how long have you been in this world, Tink?

I hate it when you call me Tink, evil woman.

Well, you won't tell me your real name.

It's a good thing you hate the fae as much as the Order does

or I may not have rescued you and harbored you.

I've seen the ancients in the Otherworld.

I've even seen the prince.

He's dreamy, but really scary.

Do you know anything about the ancients being here?

No.

What about why an ancient would suddenly make his presence known?

I have no clue.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Tink?

No. You have Amazon Prime.

Good to know how I can secure your loyalty.

By the way, while you were passed out, there were deliveries for you.

I put them on the counter.

Why did you wait until now to tell me?

But you're okay, right?

You're not gonna die on me while you sleep?

No one knows about me so no one will know to come looking for me.

You know, I already ate the marshmallows out of the Lucky Charms.

I'm fine!

Tink, I'm heading out.

You're not going out to work, are you?

I'm just going out.

I won't be late.

I don't believe you.

You're up to shenanigans.

You want me to bring you back some beignets?

Would you? For me?

A whole plate for me, all mine, not yours?

Yes.

Then get the hell out of my face and get going.

You're welcome.

- Ivy! - Trent.

Didn't you get shot?

Yeah, but it was just flesh wound.

Nothing big.

- I'm not working. - Then why you're here?

Why are you here?

I wanted to see the score.

I caught of couple of fae coming out of this bar over the last week.

I wanted to check it out.

I saw fae out here last night.

Thought you said you weren't working.

Just because I'm checking something out doesn't mean I'm working.

Heard you said a fae shot you?