Moon Knight Nonsense

Jake's POV: Little Detour

Jake Lockley & Steven Grant

Summary: Steven's not at all pleased to discover the other alter still working for Khonshu. Jake's determined to show him he's not as bad as he seems.

Previously: Jake's POV: Night Shift

Continued: Jake's POV: He Knows

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Driving home, Jake called it an early night. Couldn't do anything while Steven was around and acting like he was the devil. "Old birds left you be, hasn't he?" Taking a turn, the streets were quieter in the evenings but the city never slept.

"Guess someone forgot to include me on that little deal of yours, no?" Jake carried no maliciousness in his tone. More on the edge of sounding playful. Kept glancing to the rear view mirror which held the other's face. This was his first time around someone from his head that wasn't his own damn voice. It was interesting, to say the least. This how Marc felt? No wonder he was so strung up all the time.

He wasn't going to focus on much else with Steven around. "This what it's normally like in our head? Can't say I blame Marc for wanting to use you like a stress toy." Just making conversation. Keeping his eyes on the road. The occasional glance back to check Steven was still there.

"You don't need to say it. I see how you look at me. Like I'd make a meal out of you si?" Jake gave a toothy grin and shrugged nonchalantly, "There's still time." He didn't think he needed to justify why he hurt people, but Steven seemed to think he did so he entertained it.

"It's because I know I have to, but I don't do it for Khonshu." He wrinkled his nose. Khonshu was exactly like a grizzly parent he'd have to endure over Chanukah. Be their entertainment without much say or choice. Their old lady was always worse around the holidays. "They were bad people who do worse if I don't step in. You'd do the same, mi alma, so don't go acting all cute on me now. Safer for everyone if I step in."

He laughed light when he felt Steven try to shove himself to the front. A little impressed the small firecracker was still trying to overpower him. "Oh you're a bribón, knew there was a fire in you somewhere. You want the body? All pushy and not asking. Here. You drive." Jake pushed Steven the rest of the way into the front. Allowing the idiot to see his own mistake of wanting the body when he couldn't drive. Jake didn't leave him to figure it out alone, words firm but kind.

"Take a left. Need to move over the left lane. Car coming behind you. Pull in after it. There you go. You're getting it. Red light, start to brake. The other pedal." The car jolted to a stop and Jake chuckled from the mirror. "You did good, not your first try, no? But that's enough." He took over the body as easily as he'd given it up. A show of what he was capable of doing any time he wanted. Giving Steven a look in the mirror. "Just take it easy mijo. We'll be back home before you know it. I need to make a stop first. I'll behave."

He parked the cab up on the streets, threw some coins into the parking meter and headed down to a local bar. Some of the smokers outside greeted him and offered him a cigarette. Jake took it and put it into the back of his ear just below his cap. Saying he was just stopping by. Stepping inside was greeted with a whole new wave of people happy to see him. Friends. People he'd helped some way or another. Networks of informants he'd been building up.

Jake was essentially pulled around the room with friends wanting to check in and say hi before he headed to the bathroom. Only two rooms he was able to lock the door and give himself a little privacy. Going to the mirror instead of the toilet. "You see it now? What I do. So go ahead and blame me. I can take it. But know I'm not your stress toy either."