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Rachel chased Jimmy's pained screams, but only found Conan, sitting on the closed toilet seat, in a shirt much too big for him and soaked in sweat.
He might have convinced her that he had just borrowed the shirt because he was sweaty, and that he hadn't heard anything, except right then a portal opened beside them and a giant purple snake came lunging through. It bit Conan on the neck, sharp fangs flashing in the light before striking deep.
And then, after a split second, before Rachel could gather herself enough to react - what karate moves would work on a snake anyway? - the snake pulled back, and slithered away up the stairs, just as rapidly.
Rachel rushed to catch Conan as he staggered in shock. He wasn't bleeding, and the wounds the snake had left in his neck were already visibly fading.
Rachel almost didn't notice the young woman running out of the same portal the snake had come through, despite her odd outfit and the fact that she was carrying something that seemed to be a red cat or a mechanical stuffed animal. But Rachel's attention was held by Conan suddenly convulsing in her arms, every muscle seeming to contract at once, and then he was grabbing at his heart, just like Jimmy had.
"Arbok? Arbok where did you go? I said use Poison Absorption on Drakeon not on some random human! Arbok? What are you doing?" the girl yelled, chasing the snake up the stairs, her long hair flaring behind her like a flag. Rachel didn't pay attention. Conan might be dying in her arms, Jimmy was gone again and didn't seem to be in good health - she'd heard his agonized scream twice now, and she couldn't find him - and now Conan was feverish and shaking, and screaming and...
And...
And now he was Jimmy, slumped in her arms and gasping for breath, the borrowed shirt twisted awkwardly around him, no longer comically huge on him, not hiding his underwear, or his long bare legs from view.
He was still feverish, but his breathing had eased, and he slumped in her arms, unconscious.
Was this...? Had Conan always been Jimmy?
Suddenly aware of what they must look like, Rachel moved to lay Jimmy gently on the floor of the bathroom, but his eyes fluttered as he groaned, slowly coming to.
She held him, only loosely aware of the shouting upstairs. Her dad's voice was in the mix, and multiple other men's - that was odd, hadn't there only been that other detective, Harley something? - and multiple women's.
Something was going on, but she could worry about that later. Right now, as soon as she was sure Jimmy was okay, he had so much to answer for.