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After a few quiet days of sightseeing, laughter echoing through unfamiliar streets and postcards piling up in glove compartments, the road finally bent toward home.
They came though flight and took Rosalie's car which has been parked there by his girlfriend who refused to pick him up.
The car cut through long stretches of highway, trees blurring into green rivers on either side, until the familiar chill of the Pacific Northwest crept back into the air.
Forks...
Jojo slowed the car as the town appeared, rain-kissed and brooding as ever.
Something about it always felt like a held breath.
Inadu leaned back in her seat, eyes half-lidded, already sensing the ley lines beneath the soil.
"This place," she murmured, "is… receptive and peaceful. Good ground for growth."
Debbie glanced at Cecellia, then at Gayathri.
"You mean training, don't you?"
Inadu smiled. Not cruel. Not kind. Just pleased.
-Nod
"Yes."
Cecellia swallowed, hand unconsciously resting on her abdomen, now calm, healed, and quiet.
-Gulp
"You really think I can learn magic?"
"You don't just have talent," Inadu replied. "You survived something that should have erased you. That leaves… echoes. Power listens to people like you."
Gayathri's eyes lit up, equal parts nervous and excited.
"And me?"
Inadu tilted her head, amused.
"You are a witch who taught herself to survive. That's dangerous and impressive. I'll teach you properly. Before bad habits kill you."
Gayathri winced hearing the brute remarks from Inadu.
"That… sounds fair."
Jojo parked near the forest line, the Cullens' territory humming faintly in the distance.
He stepped out, stretching, then turned back to them.
"So," he said lightly, "Forks is your stop. Training arc begins here."
Debbie smiled softly.
"Feels strange. But… right. Inadu?"
Cecellia hesitated, then bowed her head slightly to Jojo.
"...."
"Thank you. For giving me a future when I didn't see one."
Jojo waved it off with a crooked grin.
-Grin
"Careful. I'll start charging for emotional moments."
Inadu paused before stepping away, looking at him sidelong.
"After Forks?"
"First Forks,"
Jojo replied, his tone shifting just a fraction.
"Voltri have been sniffing around too much. And my girlfriends are already sharpening knives over my absence."
Inadu smirked hearing his reply.
-Smirk
"Try not to burn the town down."
"No promises."
As Jojo steered the car up the long, familiar drive toward his mansion, the iron gates responded before he even slowed down, gliding open like they'd been holding their breath the whole time.
"Home,"
Jojo muttered, easing the car inside.
The front door was already open.
Inside the hall, the unmistakable sound of labored breathing and grunts echoed.
"ONE… MORE… REP—"
Kang was on the floor, face red, shirt soaked, arms trembling as he fought gravity in a heroic but clearly losing battle against push-ups.
Sweat dripped like rain off his forehead.
The moment he spotted Jojo, his eyes lit up.
"BOSS!"
He collapsed flat on the floor dramatically.
"I swear, I can feel it. One of these days I'm unlocking Super Black Saiyan. Aura, hair, screaming, everything."
From the kitchen came a very familiar sigh.
-Sigh
"Jenny," Kang yelled, still face-down, "tell him I'm close!"
Jenny appeared instantly, calm as ever, carrying a tray with steaming tea mugs like a general walking into a battlefield she'd already won.
She set the tray down, handed Jojo a cup, and gave Kang a look that could bench-press shame.
"Close to what?" she said sweetly. "A snack run?"
Kang groaned hearing his wife once again started nagging.
"Betrayal. From my own wife."
Jenny crossed her arms.
"You do two hours of exercise and then eat three packets of chips, a chocolate bar, and midnight noodles. That belly isn't muscle, it's commitment."
Jojo took a sip of tea, eyes sparkling.
"She's right, Kang. That's not a dad bod. That's a legendary loot stash."
Kang pointed at him accusingly.
"YOU'VE BEEN GONE SIX MONTHS AND THIS IS THE RESPECT I GET? BY TAKING CARE OF THIS HOUSE..."
Before Jojo could reply, hurried footsteps came from the stairs.
"JOJO!"
Alex came running down like a missile, nearly tripping on the last step.
"You're back! Finally! Do you know how long six months is? I learned two new games, failed one exam, and Dad tried keto!"
Kang shot back instantly.
"IT WAS ONE WEEK."
Alex ignored him and stared at Jojo with wide eyes.
"Where did you go? Did you fight demons? Did something explode? Did you die even a little?"
Jojo put on his coolest expression, adjusted his collar, and said,
"I was… busy."
Kang snorted seeing someone else showing off before his kids.
"Busy ruining peace somewhere, I bet."
Jojo gestured behind him.
"Speaking of busy. Introductions."
Cecellia stepped forward first, a little hesitant but composed.
Debbie followed, calm but observant.
Gayathri stood last, eyes quietly taking everything in.
"These," Jojo said, "are Cecellia, Gayathri, and Debbie. New recruits. DMC's expanding."
Jenny's expression softened instantly.
She smiled warmly at them.
"Welcome. Anyone joining this chaos deserves tea."
Debbie blinked hearing Jenny's response. "I already like her. Feeling some one is normal after all."
Gayathri smiled faintly.
"Same."
Cecellia bowed her head slightly.
"Thank you for having us."
Alex leaned in toward Jojo and whispered loudly,
"Are they all supernatural?"
Jojo whispered back, just as loudly,
"Define supernatural."
Kang finally pushed himself up into a sitting position, wiped sweat from his face, and grinned.
-Grin
"New members, huh? Good. Maybe they'll witness my transformation."
Jenny deadpanned, "They'll witness you eating cookies."
The room filled with laughter, warmth, and the quiet comfort of a place that felt lived in, protected, and very much alive.
Jojo leaned back, tea in hand, looking around at the familiar chaos and the new faces mixing into it.
For the first time in a long while, there were no alarms, no curses screaming for attention, no ancient gods knocking at reality's door.
Just home. For now.
Jojo set his empty cup aside, reached into his travel bag, and pulled out a thick script bound neatly with a clip.
He didn't announce it. He just held it out.
Kang looked at it, confused.
"What's this?"
He took it anyway.
One glance at the cover and his posture changed.
"...."
[JUST GO OUT WITH IT
Genre: Feel-Good / Comedy / Romance]
Kang's eyes widened slowly, like realization was loading in his brain frame by frame.
"…No way," he murmured.
He flipped a few pages. His finger froze mid-turn.
"...."
Then he looked up at Jojo, disbelief written all over his face.
"You didn't."
Jojo smirked hearing Kang's excitement he was controlling.
-Smirk
"I did. Wrote it during travel. Airports, hotels, one cursed village with bad coffee. Inspiration hits when it wants."
Kang dropped fully into director mode instantly, scanning pages faster now, eyes moving with focus instead of surprise.
A grin spread across his face.
"This is clean. Emotional beats are tight. Comedy's natural. And the pacing—"
He stopped, looked up again.
"You're giving this to me?"
Jojo shrugged his shoulder.
"You've been itching to direct something lighter. Just people being stupid in love."
Kang laughed, sharp and excited.
"I was thinking the same thing! After all I wanted something that makes people leave the theatre smiling like idiots."
Jenny leaned against the counter, watching him flip pages like a kid discovering a treasure map.
"So this means fewer explosions and more arguments over coffee?"
Kang nodded enthusiastically.
-Nod
"Exactly!"
Jenny smiled. "Good. Maybe your blood pressure will finally drop."
Alex peeked over Kang's shoulder. "Is there action?"
"Emotional action," Kang said seriously. "The most dangerous kind."
Jojo stepped back, already slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"I'll leave you to it. First draft's done, but tweak it however you want. Cast, locations, music. Make it yours."
Kang stood up, suddenly serious.
"I won't screw this up."
Jojo met his eyes.
"I know."
Then the seriousness vanished as Jojo turned toward the door.
"I've got somewhere else to be," he added casually.
Jenny raised an eyebrow. "Cullen Mansion?"
Jojo sighed dramatically.
-Sigh
"Yes. Apparently didn't for months to stop something does not count as a valid excuse."
Alex grinned. "Are they really that mad?"
Jojo opened the door. "Alice is excited-mad. Rosalie is 'I will pretend I'm angry but I already planned your funeral' mad."
Kang chuckled seeing finally Jojo is in trouble.
"Good luck, hero."
Jojo paused at the doorway and glanced back once more, taking in the scene.
"...."
Kang buried in a script he already loved.
Jenny steady and amused.
Alex buzzing with curiosity.
New members settling into the rhythm of the house.
"Don't wait up," Jojo said. "If I survive tonight, I'll be back."
With that, he stepped out, the door closing behind him as he headed toward a much more dangerous battlefield.
His angry girlfriends.
Jojo didn't take Rosalie's car.
That would've felt like poking a sleeping lion with a stick.
Instead, he rolled his motorcycle out of the driveway, the engine growling low and familiar beneath him.
Wind cut past as Forks' trees blurred into dark green streaks, the damp road reflecting the overcast sky.
Riding always helped him think.
Or at least helped him avoid thinking too much.
Halfway there, flashing red and blue lights bloomed behind him.
Jojo slowed, a slow breath leaving him.
"Déjà vu," he muttered.
The bike came to a stop. The cop car pulled in behind him.
The door opened.
Charlie Swan stepped out.
Jojo relaxed immediately and cut the engine.
"Well, if it isn't Forks' most overworked sheriff."
Charlie squinted at him for half a second, then broke into a smile.
"I knew it was you the moment I saw the bike. You've got a habit of showing up when things are quiet."
Jojo chuckled, swinging one leg off the bike.
-Chuckle
"I try not to arrive with explosions these days. Retirement goals."
Charlie shook his head, amused, then studied him properly.
"Been a while. You heading to the Cullens'?"
"Guilty," Jojo said easily. "I owe a few apologies. Possibly my life."
Charlie sighed and leaned against his car, arms folding. The smile faded, replaced by something heavier.
-Sigh
"Did Edward contact you?"
Jojo frowned hearing the question.
-Frown.
"No. Why?"
Charlie rubbed his temple.
"I haven't heard from Bella in months. No calls. No visits. Nothing. I asked the Cullens, and they said she and Edward are fine. Some remote area, keeping to themselves."
He let out a breath.
"I trust them. Mostly. But she's still my kid."
Jojo's expression softened.
For all the supernatural chaos Forks lived with, this was just a father missing his daughter.
"I get it," Jojo said quietly.
"I haven't spoken to her directly either. But I'll pass the message along. If I see her, I'll make sure she calls you. No excuses."
Charlie studied him for a moment, then nodded.
-Nod
"That's all I'm asking."
A pause.
"...."
Then Charlie smirked faintly.
-Smirk
"You know, last time you showed up, things got… complicated."
Jojo grinned thinking about the fine he paid for over speeding.
"That's my brand."
Charlie stepped back toward his car. "Ride safe. And Jojo?"
"Yeah?"
"Good to see you still alive."
Jojo tapped two fingers to his helmet in a casual salute.
-Tap -Tap
-Tap -Tap
"Likewise, Sheriff."
The cruiser pulled away, lights off this time.
Jojo watched it disappear down the road, then swung back onto the motorcycle.
The engine roared to life, louder now, more decisive.
As he accelerated toward the Cullens' house, his thoughts lingered briefly on Bella, on Edward, on things left unsaid.
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