Tangling With Topper (10 page)

“Yes,” Topper agreed, nodding. “I’m just… I don’t know what I am. I don’t like this. I don’t like dealing with alien creatures. I want this to be over. I want it to be over now.”

She screeched when Stark shook her. Her head wobbled back and forth.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Topper yelled.

Stark snorted. “I am calming a hysterical witch by shaking her until her common sense returns.”

Topper smacked at his hands and jumped out of reach. “Well, stop it. Shake me again, and I swear I’ll find a way to turn you into a toad.”

“You will help me try and save the dogs,” Stark ordered.

Topper sighed and nodded. “Yes. I will help you… but keep your damn icy hands off me.”

“Until tonight,” Stark agreed, turning back to the van.

“Until I say otherwise, you arrogant bastard,” Topper declared.

Not arguing further, Stark opened the truck latch and lifted one of the dogs out. He held it in one hand and pointed to the dakkari. “This time—I’m going to freeze the dakkari before you turn the animal into a smaller version of itself.”

Topper nodded again, not smiling this time.

“Ready to start?” Stark demanded. “Our actions must be in concert.”

Topper glared. “Just freeze the green bastard. I’ll take care of the dog.”

Stark murmured words in his language and ice crystals formed a sheen on the back of the dakkari. They grew and covered the creature until the dog whimpered as it shivered with cold as well.

Topper waved her hand. The dakkari fell to the ground, solidly frozen. Stark held a yapping, mad Chihuahua in his hands instead of the mastiff. He inspected it and saw there were wounds left, but nothing that would not heal in time.

“Nice work,” Stark said, speaking loudly to be heard over the yapping. “Now please change him back. The other species is much better behaved.”

Topper wanted to disobey out of spite, but she couldn’t. She had never been a fan of small dogs. She waved her hand and the mastiff reappeared.

She watched as Stark lowered the dog to the ground and urged it to sit. “Remain here,” he commanded the animal. And it did—watching him with a guarded gaze. Topper glared. Stark better not think she was ever going to obey him like that.

Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, she repeated the process on the second dog and made it small. The second dakkari felt out of it, but the wounds were greater. There was no yapping, just whimpering. She changed the second dog back to its original size and Stark carefully put the wounded animal back into the van. Patting the area beside it, the first dog jumped right up in there without further prompting.

Stark consoled both of them and then ran his hands over the second dog’s wounds. A fine sheen of ice crystals formed over the area. The animal lay down and closed its eyes. The other lay down next to it for comfort.

Topper looked from Stark to the animals. “You really do have a way with them. I can see why you chose to work with animals for a living.”

“Mostly I didn’t want to be a politician and make laws for Glacier. I’d done enough law keeping.” Stark petted both animals one more time before closing up the van on them. “Frost says his mate understands how to heal animals. What I did will keep the dog mostly out of pain until Lacey can work on it properly. But I’m thinking both dogs will heal from this.”

“Good,” Topper said, nodding.

They both turned as Theo and Malcolm came out of Alfred’s house. Theo glanced into the back of the van, but didn’t ask Stark anything about the dakkari popsicle or the two dead ones. He just said they would meet Frost and Lacey back at the Sheriff’s office so they could hand over the dogs.

She and Stark watched the van drive away.

Topper sighed as she turned back and thought of what still had to be done. The two male dakkari were dead, their hosting days at an end. The female was still active and glaring, but going nowhere. She waved her hands and made all three creatures pocket sized.

Stark smiled and pulled his purple cloth from his pocket. He set all of them inside and tied it up to make it easier to carry.

He stood and held out his hand. “Thank you for helping. I know it was hard to be so brave despite your aversion to the situation. Star Rangers are not any better sometimes. Frost was an exception. However, in this case, we required your magical help.”

Topper nodded, but said nothing. Her mind was still trying to shove what they’d had to do away. She did reach out and wrap her arm through his. Then she took them home with replying to his explanation.

It was going to be a long while before she could accept the ease with which she’d let Stark order her around.

***

It took a bit of finagling, but they found containers for the missing dakkari, including the two dead ones which Stark was planning on taking back with him. The rest had started hissing when they saw their female get thrown into prison like their own. Stark spoke to them in his native language and the hissing magically stopped—or at least it seemed like magic to Topper.

When the doorbell rang rapidly, Topper sighed and hung her head. “Now what?”

She trudged to the door, her steps dragging. All she wanted was a long, hot shower and to forget what she’d seen today. She opened it to find Malcolm frowning on her doorstep.

“Good. You’re back. The men in black have come calling,” he said, turning around to jog away the moment he’d delivered the message.

Topper glanced over her shoulder when she felt Stark come up behind her. “You better stay here. I have to go pretend we didn’t open up a space portal. Then I’m going to have to mind wipe the government officials sent to investigate it.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Stark said, running a hand over her hair.

Topper closed the door and walked into his arms. Having someone in her life to hug was a luxury she’d rarely had. Stark was leaving soon so she might as well make the most of him while she could. This meant forgetting their arguments from earlier and his insistence she help when she didn’t want to. All of it was high on the list of reasons she’d never let any man stick around long.

“Hug me,” she ordered, before she could change her mind about indulging. She let herself be held in his strong arms for a few precious minutes and then gently pushed away. “Okay. Now I have to go be Topper the Powerful again.”

Stark bowed his head to her, but the look in his eyes clearly said he didn’t want to let her go alone. Sighing, Topper lifted a hand “It’s alright. I do this all the time,” she said.

And then she was gone.

Topper popped into Theo’s office with a minimum of purple sparkles. Her magic was growing weaker.

Sheriff Buchanan was peering out the window and turned at her appearance. He raised a ghostly hand and pointed outside to where Theo stood talking to a couple of men in black suits. A nosy man in a crumpled, white polo was with them. He had to be the scientist because they always looked like they’d just climbed out of bed.

Topper nodded and huffed, when the previous sheriff of Magic, pointed again.

“Now I’m being chastised by a ghost for not doing my job. This whole town is spoiled. Topper, chase away the aliens. Topper, find my dogs. Topper, don’t let the men in black hurt us. What does everyone want from me? A miracle every three seconds?”

“Of course not, dear. More like every four or five seconds,” Aura said kindly from over her shoulder.

Topper called out at the same time Sheriff Buchanan blinked out of sight. “Aura! Don’t sneak up on me. You know I hate that.”

Aura patted Topper’s shoulder. “Sorry dear. I just popped in to deliver a message before you went to talk to the men out there.”

Topper waited. Aura smiled. Topper held out both hands. “Okay. So tell me quickly. No telling what kind of bullshit Theo is feeding them. He’s not the most convincing liar.”

“Uh…” Aura winced. “Your normal powers aren’t going to work again until tomorrow morning. You can still pop around, but you can’t—you know—zap anything, or anyone.”

Topper frowned. “What’s wrong with my powers?”

Aura patted her shoulder again. “Nothing, dear. This was a unanimous decision. But I drew the short straw and had to bring you the news. Just know we want only the best for you. Oh… and the same thing is true for the other witches in town. Magic is temporarily a spell-free zone. It was for the best.”

“But…” Topper started to argue, but Aura disappeared as quickly as she’d arrived. Since screaming was out of the question, she took in a few deep breaths before heading out the back door.

***

Topper walked around the side of the Sheriff’s office as if it was the first time she’d walked into the square that day. Looking confused wasn’t even a challenge after hearing Aura’s bad news. She trudged over to Theo, forcing a smile to her mouth.

“Oh, Sheriff—there you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Evanna had one of those days again. That temporary black-out we had a bit ago—well, I’ll try hard to make sure she doesn’t do
that
again. I swear you just can’t find scientists who understand the power limits of small towns like yours.”

Topper turned and looked at the first man. The men who came always looked like perfect clones of each other right down to their height, weight, and clothes. Even their sunglasses matched. She stuck out her hand to the one staring at her the hardest.

“Hello. Professor Danielle Topper from the Brisbane Cosmological Institute of Sydney. I’m on loan there from the University of London. I’ve been in Magic for several years now looking for a black hole.”

He nodded, but didn’t shake her hand. No telling what he’d been told.

Instead of dropping her hand, Topper held it up and waved it as she laughed. “Now I know you’re probably going to tell me this is all quite a lot of silliness. You American gents tend to think of all British natives as a bit daft, but there’s nothing you can do to talk me out of it. I know they exist.”

As if just seeing him, Topper turned her attention to the man in the wrinkled, white polo.

“I say, can I help you with something? You seem very interested in the town square. They don’t hang people here if that’s what you’re wondering. Oh, I know you’ve probably heard the rumors about witches and all in Magic. Well, there are a few practicing ones in residence from what I’ve seen, but certainly not any Salem bonfire worthy models dressed all in black. The ones around here tend to sport purple hair and breezy clothing. They dance naked for Gaia once in a while—which I admit is quite the show.”

The scientist stopped fidgeting and brought his attention to her. “I don’t give a flip about witches. They’re not real. I saw some kind of worm hole open up here. I know I did.”

“Where?” Topper demanded. She walked briskly over to him and grabbed his shoulders as she swung her head from side to side looking. “I knew it. I knew it. I told Evanna that something strange had happened outside of her plugging in too many electrical things. Where did your anomaly go?”

“Go? Why… I don’t know,” the scientist said sharply.

Topper dropped her hands and stepped back. “Oh. So you only
think
you found something. You didn’t
actually
find it. I see. Well, I’ll wish you better luck than I’ve had, Sir.”

She saw the scientist look at the two men in black. They were now glaring at him.

“I tell you—it was
here
,” the scientist insisted, glaring back. “This is nearly the exact triangulation point.”

Topper sighed loudly. “You don’t have to prove it to me. Tell the sheriff. He’s the one who thinks I’m touched in the head.”

Theo stammered, but saw where he needed to jump into her story. “Now Topper…
Professor Topper
. I have never called you crazy. I would never do that because I was taught not to be rude.”

“Professor Topper…” the first man in black interjected. “I would like you to come to dinner with us. We’ll be staying in town tonight while we look into this situation. I have a feeling you could be very helpful if you chose to be.”

“Well, dinner sounds lovely, Mr…?”

“Agent,” the man in black said sternly.

Topper didn’t miss a beat. She could play that game too.

“Of course… Mr. Agent… sir. But you see, I’m married, and my old man… well, the bloke is a bit of a jealous prat about me dating other men. And you and your friend are very hunky and all. I wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea about me being a floozy. Perhaps we could have a cup of tea down at the coffee shop instead?”

“You have a jealous husband?” the man in black said in disbelief, covering a smile with his hand.

“Yes. What in hell is so funny about me having a jealous husband?” Topper demanded, forgetting her fake British accent when the guy all but laughed in her face.

“There you are, Topper.”

She swung and watched Stark striding purposely toward her. He had sunglasses on, a fresh t-shirt, and a tighter pair of Theo’s brother’s jeans which were struggling to constrain the male’s considerable assets. With his silver hair glinting in the New Mexico sun, Stark looked like some movie hero come to life, sexy swagger and all. Her sigh was loud.

“Bloody hell. I do not need this,” Topper exclaimed, and meant it.

Stark smiled as he walked up to stand near her. He turned to the men in black. “Professor Topper has other plans for her time this evening. Sorry. She is not available for dinner.”

“Look buddy…” the second man in black began.

Before they got any further, Stark growled, picked them both up, and smashed the two of them together, bouncing their heads off each other. They fell to the ground unconscious when he let go of them.

He pulled off his sunglasses and turned to Topper. “There are three more dressed in similar uniforms stashed by the entry to your house. Malcolm is watching them until we can retrieve them. I froze them a little, so they won’t wake for at least an hour. We need to put them somewhere out of my sight, though if you don’t want me to kill them. Their actions were extremely hostile and one pulled a weapon to use on me.”

“You can’t kill any of them, Stark. I made that mistake long ago. They’ll just send more after us if any go missing.” Topper turned around and swore as she stomped away.