Guiding Fate: A John and Epiphany Love story.

Introduction: 'Changes'

"Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time" Changes by David Bowie

"Where in the Bloody hell?" Epiphany asked as she looked at the strange world around her.

She didn't want to believe she was here, because if she was then it meant that Shade went off his nut again and zapped her back into his realm.

"Kathy!" Shade squealed like a schoolboy.

"Oh for Fuck's sake! Shade I'm not Kathy! I'm never going to be Kathy! Don't you even Fucking understand that? I'm Epiphany Fucking Constantine! I'm married to John Fucking Constantine! Get it through your fucking skull and send me back!" she screamed at him.

"Oh... that's right... I remember now... I remember how you used me before... Made a fool of me... I don't know how you found John, but I promise it won't happen again," he said as he glared at her.

Epiphany screamed as a bright light covered her. She hated, completely hated Shade and his unhinged, insane, and madding bullshit. Although he had made the mistake once it still sucked more than anything else in her life. She watched as the light disappeared and instead she was standing on a dirty street. It wasn't London, or at least it didn't look like London. She groaned and walked down the dark street and heard the flicker of a Zippo lighter. She knew the sound because John always carried one on him.

"Far easier to keep this one than buy the disposables, besides this one has a few enchantments on it," he had said.

One of those few enchantments was the fact that the lighter had hellfire inside of it instead of normal lighting fluid. John just flicked it open and a flame would appear. He didn't even have to hold his cigarette on it, just next to it and it would light. She looked toward the direction of the sound and followed it to see a blond man wearing John's dirty old Trench Coat.

"John?" she asked.

He turned around and there was no doubt that it was John, but it wasn't her John. Her John was easily twenty years older than this one. He smiled and ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair.

"For you love I'll be anything you want," he said.

"Yeah, you're John Constantine all right," she muttered.

"Do I know you love?" he asked.

"No, but you will in about twenty years," she said.

"I'll know you in 2032?" he asked.

"Wait... Oh Fuck Shade what the hell did you do?" she yelled.