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Disclaimer: I do not own Constantine, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thanks
to zeegermans, sadsally and Serenity J. for leaving me a review. I
know that I've made you wait a long time, but as of today my holidays
have finally started, which means I'll hopefully write a little more
during the next couple of days.

Chapter 5 – Adoration and anger

John opened the door
and stepped through, expecting to find himself in the gym. Just to
find that the room wasn't the gym, not one single bit. Cursing under
his breath John stared at the walls in horrified fascination, his
mind reeling from what he was seeing. His face was staring at him
from every direction, life-sized posters
covering every bit of the room's walls.

Stepping a little
further into the room Constantine found that not only the walls, but
also the ceiling and the floor were covered with images of him. Torn
between being flattered and wondering about the madness of it all
John reached out, wanting to touch one of the many posters.

His fingers hadn't even
come really close to the surface when an outraged cry stopped him,
the voice familiar even though the hysteric quality it had was not.
Turning towards the direction the sound had come from John's mouth
dropped open in shock as he stared at the Chas who was running
towards him.

The kid was dressed in
what looked like an exact copy of his black
suit and white shirt, even complete with the customary black tie.
John wasn't sure of it, but even the shoes Chas was wearing looked
absolutely like his own. And as if that wasn't weird
enough his apprentice had even managed to spike his curls into the
unruly, fresh-out-of-bed hairstyle that Constantine himself wore.

What the hell? He had
known that the kid adored him and wanted to become an exorcist, but
that was taking it just a little bit too far. Especially since Chas
stopped a few meters from where John was standing and let out a
squeal that was very like the sound a little girl who had gone to the
zoo and spotted the cutest animal she could imagine would produce.

The exorcist had
already opened his mouth to ask Chas what the fuck this strange
room was all about, when the kid ran towards him again, wrapping his
arms around his torso and hugging the hell out of John. Frantic
babbling was falling from his mouth, far worse that the usual animate
chatter Chas tried to entertain him with. Discerning clear words was
almost possible, but a lot of it sounded like “You're my
hero.”, “I adore you.”, “You're great.”
and “John.”.

Not that John was
adverse to being flattered, but the amount and intensiveness was just
a bit too much. Grabbing Chas' arms a little more roughly than was
strictly necessary he tried to pry the kid off his hips, succeeding
after a few fruitless tries.

A pout immediately
spread over Chas' face, but only for a moment before his babble
started up again. “You're such a great exorcist, John. I want
to become just like you, John. Will you show me how to be a real cool
exorcist, John?”

The urge to scream got
incredibly strong, so John just placed his
hand above the kid's mouth and bellowed at him. “Shut the fuck
up, goddammit.”

Glaring at Chas John
carefully took his hand off his apprentice's mouth, glad that his
outburst seemed to have broken the kid's chatter. Seizing his chance
to talk without having to strangle the youth first Constantine spoke.
“I'm looking for the normal version of you. Do you know where
to find him?” The next part was muffled under his breath, but
still loud enough for Chas to hear it clearly. “Preferable
without finding more of you fucked up freaks first.”

“You're so great and since I
want to help you, because you're so great I'll tell you. There's no
other who's like me. It would be so cool if I had someone who likes
you as much as I, but the others are different.” If he hadn't
been so desperate for information John was certain that he would have
simply strangled this version of his
apprentice, but the next part got his
attention. “But there is that one guy who just sleeps, I think
he...”

The kid didn't get to
finish since the door to the room suddenly flew open with a loud bang
and another version of Chas entered. “Oh no, not him again.”
And with these words his avid fan vanished, a look of fear spread
over his face as he left Constantine to deal with this new,
angry-looking version of his apprentice.

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John had never seen
Chas look quite like this, an expression of pure outrage spread over
his face as he stormed further into the room, muttering curses under
his breath. If it were a different version of himself Constantine
wouldn't be surprised at all, since he knew his temper all to well,
but Chas? Never!

In all the discussions
and arguments he had had with the kid his apprentice had never even
really raised his voice, no matter how
badly John had treated him. Obviously he had bottled all his anger
inside, manifesting in this version of Chas, who had just begun to
rip the images of John off the walls.

Still cursing under his
breath he turned around, catching sight of Constantine. The
expression on Chas' face darkened a little more and without a single
warning he stormed towards John, his fist connecting with the
exorcist's jaw.

Unprepared for the
sudden attack John didn't have time to defend himself, his head
snapping back from the force of the blow. Slightly dizzy it took him
a moment to realize that Chas was screaming at him, complaining about
everything he had just taken in stride in the real world.

“You dumb, ungrateful asshole.
I drive your lazy ass around, not even getting paid and do you thank
me? No, of course not, cause you're JOHN FUCKING CONSTANTINE,
greatest goddamn egomaniac in the world. Do you give a fuck about me?
No, you don't. You're so full of yourself. Sometimes I'd just like
to...”

This time John was
prepared for the fist that swung his way, capturing it in his hand
and trying to get the kid under control, which only seemed to rile
Chas up a little more. John had to let go of Chas' hand to duck from
the other fist that was aimed at his face, just narrowly avoiding the
punch.

True he really cared
for the kid, but if Chas tried to hit him one more time John wasn't
going to be held responsible for his actions. When it came to Chas he
usually had the patience of an angel, enduring things for which he
would have screamed at other people after the fraction of a second.
But enough was enough and Chas was seriously pissing him off.

Especially after a well
aimed kick targeted his shin, coupled with a few choice swear words.
Well, he had to give the kid some respect for knowing how to curse
real creatively, but he still wasn't going to take it any longer. His
own voice rising to a near scream, he shouted: “Get over it and
shut the fuck up, Chas.”

The effect was
instantaneous if very short lived. Chas stared at him for a few
seconds, before replying in an extremely venomous tone: “You
have no right to tell me what to do. You aren't my father, John. I
always have to do what you want. It's Chas drive here, Chas drive
there. I'm sick of it and...”

Chas wasn't the only
one who was sick of something and before John had really known that
he would do it, his fist had already connected with Chas' face,
knocking the kid out. Staring down at the blood trickling from his
apprentice's nose John felt a small sliver of regret, but it was far
outweighed by the relief that the kid had
finally shut up. What could he do, he was an asshole after all.

Stepping over Chas'
prone unconscious form John walked towards
the door, hoping to find a less angry and more helpful version of
Chas behind it. Slowly opening the door and stepping through John
found himself in a room that was so typical Chas' that he had to
laugh out loud.

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Rows and rows of bookshelves, going from
the bottom of the room right up into infinite darkness, their exact
height hidden by shadows. Throughout the room comfortable couches
were scattered, illuminated by soft warm light. As soon as John's
laughter had died down complete silence enveloped the room again,
even the sounds of his footsteps muffled by the plush red carpet.

Exploring the many rows of shelves John went looking for another
version of Chas, not paying much attention to the books that he
passed by. At least not until one of the book titles caught his
attention: “John Constantine: Excuses to not take me with him.”

Strange, he couldn't even remember giving the kid any excuses.
Most of the time he had just commanded Chas to stay in the car,
walking away and ignoring his apprentice's pleading, so why would
Chas collect his excuses? “The book is there because all of my
memories and knowledge is stored here.”

Turning toward the familiar voice John stared at Chas, who was
dressed just like a typical librarian, complete with glasses and all.

TBC...
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