Entry 2 [holo] Resurrection

[tattooedfacts]

There's a street in Central Taxon, a street where exactly a week ago, Leonard Shelby was slaughtered by Qetesh. In that same street, in exactly the same spot and slumped on the floor against the wall where he died, Leonard 'materialises'. There's no slow appearance, one second there's nothing there, save for the now brown blood stained paving

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[voice]

[fudgingkillyou]

... Leonard! Holy crap! What-- what the hell?

[Yeah, so Leonard won't remember him, and Dean's tiny, but so what? Dean's freaked out and doesn't have time for anything other than this.]

[tattooedfacts]

Oh hey. [a bit startled at the voice, but it's a kid and a kid that knows his name, so he'll just be friendly.] Beats me, guess I was tired?

[fudgingkillyou]

No, dude, you were dead. There's a difference. [Dean says bluntly. He's still surprised. As far as he knew, there were no crossroad demons here, therefore, nobody should be coming back to life.]

[tattooedfacts]

[brb processing that - and Leonard's brain comes to a logical conclusion - he must have been playing dead for the kid - maybe he let him pretend shoot or something.] S'pose you gotta kill me all over again now then. Sucks, huh?

[fudgingkillyou]

What? No, I-- [Dean stops, and sighs. This is getting him nowhere.] Hey, do me a favor and check your pockets. We've met before, just, I was thirty and not six.

[This is going to confuse the hell out of poor Leonard.]

[tattooedfacts]

I guess I told you about my condition too then, kid. [Leonard smiles a bit and digs in his pockets, pulling out a host of notes and polaroids]

No cute kids here. [the note that says 'avoid Qetesh, dark hair', raises a brow and then what Dean said, hits him.] Thirty? You were thirty?

[voice, then visual]

[fudgingkillyou]

I'm not a kid! [Dean insists, and you can almost see him folding his arms in irritation.] Yes, I'm thirty. When we met last time, I helped you find your car, and we chatted for a bit, and you took my picture.

My name's Dean, if it helps. [He switches the tablet to it's visual setting, so Leonard can see his face.]

Imagine this, 'cept twenty years or so older.

[visual - Leonard at some point managed to set his tablet so that it auto replies in the same mode]

[tattooedfacts]

Leonard does have a polaroid of a Dean and the info he's offering rings true. Putting the rest of the notes and photos back after skim reading a few and having more of an idea where he is now, he laughs.

"Nice try. Look, fun as this is, is your Dad around?" As soon as he spits the sentence out though, he notices that when the tablet switched modes, it brought up Dean's name aswell. A moment's hesitation.

"Reckon you need to give your Dad his tablet back now and stop winding me up." Leonard says a little irritatedly, a joke's a joke, but kids always take it that one step too far.

[nifty.]

[fudgingkillyou]

Irritation is written all over Dean's face.

"What do I gotta do to convince you I'm not six?" Dean says flatly. "I could get you my Dad, but his name's John and he's not the same guy in the picture you've got."

[tattooedfacts]

"I dunno," Leonard grins at the amusingly irritated child. "Name three seventies or early eighties cop programs?" He's not really serious, but it'll be amusing watching him try.

[fudgingkillyou]

"Starsky and Hutch, The Rockford Files, and Kojak," Dean lists off easily, grinning.

[tattooedfacts]

"Smart ass." Leonard grins back, firing another at him, he swears he'll catch him out. "Who was the main guy in Dallas?"

[fudgingkillyou]

Nope, not likely. Dean sticks his tongue out. "J.R. Ewing. Next."

[tattooedfacts]

The tongue pulling isn't helping your cause there Dean, but the answers are at least. "Cute. He Man's biggest enemy's, sister's and tiger's names?"

Despite the fun he's having with this, he is a little skeptical now, that maybe he's telling the truth. If he gets these without pause...

[fudgingkillyou]

"Dude, these just keep getting easier and easier. Skeletor, She-Ra, and Cringer. C'mon, gimme a challenge," Dean teases. This contest's fun, and he thinks he might be winning Leonard over.

[tattooedfacts]

Leonard pushes up his sleeves in readiness, the kid wants more - he can have more. That's when he reads the tattoo on his inner forearm though. Leonard's expression takes on a steely exterior momentarily before he smiles back at 'Dean'.

"Reckon, I'm all out of questions. You're really this guy though?" He pulls out the polaroid and shows it to the screen, "and your Dad's called John, not Dean?"