“I think we need to narrow down the search,” Robb said to his father-in-law. “That was our mistake before; we weren’t vigilant enough.” Matthew looked at him and nodded. They had both come to the decision last night that needed Naomi back, and they would put everything behind them so they could focus on getting her back. They were going to look up everything they could about undoing the deal, hell, Robb even watched a few episodes of Supernatural. Those guys always got back from the dead and came back from Hell, and Naomi swore by that show. But so far, they had nothing.
“I’ve got demonic signs here,” Matthew suddenly spoke up from the computer screen. Robb looked up from his laptop and looked at his father in law with a questioning look. “Something about a bunch of deaths happening with no sign of why in Portsmouth…”
“It’s not just demonic activity we’re looking for,” Robb said.
“What are we even looking for? We’re not even sure what’s going on, or anything. Robb, we are just looking for anything and everything,” Matthew sighed. “You said we needed to narrow down the search, but how do we do that?”
“We’re looking for something that can point us to what’s going on with Naomi,” Robb said, typing away on his laptop. “Demonic activity, something to point us towards the Devil… anything. Yeah, we’re looking for anything.”
“How do you suggest narrowing down the search then? If we are looking for ‘anything’?”
Robb sighed in response. Everything was a mess in his mind; he had no clue what he was doing, but the small things they were doing were giving him hope. He knew deep down the whole thing with Lucifer wasn’t just because Naomi made a deal. Otherwise, why in the world would the Devil go to the lengths he did to get her soul? And he wouldn’t stop with her; constantly seeing her, constantly ‘checking up on her’… none of it made sense just for the sake of one flimsy deal. There were tons and tons of other people he could take souls from, so why in the world would he have been so fixated on Naomi if it weren’t for some overarching reason?
But what the hell would that be?
Robb sighed and remembered the look on Naomi’s face when she fell to the ground; broken, heartbroken, confused, defeated….
“We’ll keep looking. I don’t care what we find, we’ll know when we find the right thing,” Robb said, forcing the thoughts from his mind.
He turned over in bed and stared at the empty side, where Naomi should be. It was one thing to keep hoping, but it was another thing to get into bed and have the truth come back to haunt him all over again.
He wasn’t too sure what exactly he was looking for. He knew that it was something bigger than wanting Naomi’s soul down in Hell, so it would be something to do with some demonic activity or something. He’d watched the apocalypse on TV before and he’d read up on it yesterday; maybe it was something like that? Robb wasn’t too sure about what was going on, but somehow, he knew there was something more to it.
Maybe he was being hopeful; hoping somehow that there was something more to it, so he could hunt them down and find his wife. Even if she was being forced to help Lucifer out with whatever crap was going on, at least she would be on Earth, alive and well. He could find a way to take her back and away from him, then at least she would be alive and on Earth rather than dead and down in Hell for a moment longer. If he was being hopeful, the optimism could be helpful, somehow. It might not have been helpful when they were trying to stop the deal from coming true, but it could help now. Isaac and Mia didn’t actually support him and Matthew with this; both of them specifically told them that they were both setting themselves up for a fall and it was all coincidence and nothing to do with the Devil – Naomi was dead, and no matter what they did she wasn’t going to come back – but hey, maybe if they hunted, researched and looked hard enough, there she would be. Hopefully. Maybe.
He thought about what he’d learnt in the past day or so: the Devil could be anywhere at any time. He could be using his forces to bring more souls to Hell. He could even be using the random deaths in Portsmouth and the sudden bout of sickness in Winchester to warn the world of something. It could all be signs. But then again, it could all be nothing and Robb was just, again, being hopeful and suspicious at the same time. Even if this was the work of the Devil and his demons, then he might be behind it, but there was only a slim little chance that he could bring Naomi back with him, he might just leave her downstairs in Hell.
Even so, Robb would find a way.
“Robb, you’re being an idiot, come on,” Isaac sighed. They both stood on the opposite end of the dining table, giving him that look that he knew said they both disapproved of the idea.
“How am I being an idiot? I’m only trying to do what you two haven’t been doing, and finding a way to bring her back!” Robb defended.
“No, you’re giving yourself false hope is what you’re doing,” Mia told him, folding her arms. “You know, before you even moved in here, Nay made me make her a promise, and you know what that was, Robb?”
Robb glanced up from his hands to Mia, whose fiery eyes glowered into his, begging for a challenge. “No, I don’t.”
“She made me promise to look after you and make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”
“Okay?” Robb questioned, confused. Didn’t Naomi always want him to not do stupid things like drive five miles over the speed limit when there was no traffic or use his phone in the bath or even try and send her pictures of himself being bored during lesson? She was always telling him not to do stupid things; that’s one thing he missed about her, among the other things.
“And this, this is something completely stupid, Robb. You think you’re doing something clever? You’re not. If anything, you’re setting yourself up for a real big fall,” Mia snapped.
“Am I the only one who actually wants Naomi back? Do you guys even care?” Robb yelled, slamming his hands down on the table and standing from the chair, which toppled back onto the floor with a slam. Both Mia and Isaac stared at each other in shock for a moment, but Mia quickly resumed her rant:
“No, you’re fucking not, Robb. She’s been my best friend since we were seven years old; we’ve been through so much together, and now she’s gone, I have no fucking idea what to do. But she’s dead, Robb. The Devil wanted her soul and he got what he wanted, whether there was even a deal or not. He took her from us, and she knew it. More than any of us, she felt it and she knew it was going to happen. You know what she thought you were gonna do? She thought you would try and kill yourself to be with her, or sell your own soul. She was scared you’d do it when what she really, really wanted was for you to mourn her and move on. She asked me to make sure you kept yourself going, going to college, go to uni, and find someone else or something. She didn’t care what you did to do it, she just wants you on the straight and narrow. This is something she wouldn’t want you to do, because you’re clinging to the single strand of hope that if this shit is Lucifer bringing Hell to Earth that he’d bring her with him. Which, let’s face it, he saw you as his rival here, and if that was you, you’d keep her well away from him, that’s exactly what he’ll do.” Mia yelled. “I want her back just as much as you, Robb, but I’m seeing the reality here. Maybe it’s time you started to too.”
And with that, Mia stormed out the front door, slamming it behind her.
“Man, listen to me,” Isaac said calmly. Robb turned to his best man, his best friend, the only guy Robb ever let into his life like a brother. He knew what to say and how to make everything better. “I think what Mia’s trying to say is that you need to get this into perspective. We all miss her, like nobody could understand, you especially, but we have to face the reality sometime: Naomi is dead. The Devil killed her. He wanted her more than anything else, and he got her. He’s the Devil. Okay, if what you’re suggesting is right, if it is the Devil, Mia’s right, he’ll keep her so close that he might not even have brought her here. And if he has, then you need to be careful; she will not be the same Nay we all know and love. It’s been just over a month here, but who knows how long it’s been for her down there, and what she’s been through.”
“Let me finish,” Isaac cut Robb off gently. “Robb, in all honesty, you might not even want to know what she’s been through, or how long it’s been for her, you might not even know the new Naomi. I think it’s about time you realised that it is actually over, she’s gone. She might not even want to come home.” Isaac patted his best friend on the shoulder and walked back into his room, leaving Robb to think about the words, the tears coursing down his face.
He didn’t know what to do anymore, and he certainly wasn’t sure if he should even be looking for signs. After all, Isaac and Mia were right: it might not even be him, he might not bring her with him, and she might not be the same Naomi he knew. How could he be so stupid as to believe any of it? He had one string of hope, one thing to believe in, and it wasn’t even a strong thing to hold on to. Better he let it go now than let it fester and get bigger and bigger until he couldn’t think of anything else. Except, he already had. He just wanted his Naomi back; he wanted his wife, he wanted his one back, his love and life and world. He wanted her back so they could carry on and start a family and be in love all over again. It had only been a month and a half, but already it was too much.
He would not give up looking, but he had to give up the strong belief he had, until at least they found something concrete and certain. That was his plan: continue looking, but don’t believe it until he had the proof, or if he heard anything or saw anything. He still believed he could find her and bring her back, but it was just going to be more difficult than he first thought. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have Naomi back, because he would eventually.