Around Barry Island, UK, Monday Afternoon

[chose_humanity]

So maybe, just maybe, it would have been a good idea to text Jack HELP! more than five mintes before the part where George and Nina had run into a room full of feasting vampires wielding only a potted plant and a golf club, shouting "Who wants a piece of my plant?!" (George) to rescue young Adam, but, well, that was hindsight, and hindsight was

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[bitten_notshy]

George might have still been typing when Jack got to the house, out of breath and deeply worried. (And never mind how much Portalocity had charged for a last-minute ticket to Barry Island in the off-season.)

"...oh," he said as he let himself in (it was a former hotel, he figured it was allowed), visibly deflated when he realized the inn was standing and no one inside appeared to be injured. "So ... did you still need me?"

It wasn't that he was unhappy things had worked out somehow; it was just a bit difficult to suddenly not need to be a hero.

[chose_humanity]

Mitchell tore his attention away from George and Adam. "Jack, sorry," he said, "George tried to drop Adam off but he couldn't go through with it."

"I... ran into a spot of trouble," George allowed, "I may have... panicked a bit." He held up his phone. "I was going to apologize, I just... missed."

[bitten_notshy]

"You're paying me back for my portal ticket," Jack told George, and dropped into a chair.

"What was wrong with the people he was going to live with?" he asked, both disappointed and unsurprised; they were vampires, so many things could be wrong.

[chose_humanity]

"More like what wasn't wrong with them," Nina muttered.

"We couldn't just leave him there," George added.

Mitchell took a deep breath. Sometimes... he almost resented this. "Of course you couldn't," he said. "It's not who you are. You see someone who needs help, you help them."