Got inspired. I didn't give Taylor much to say 'cause I didn't want to steamroller over characterization Shayuri might be working on:
[sblock=When Gavin met Taylor]As Gavin parked his motorcycle, the scent of pain was unmistakable. Okay, it wasn't really smelling, but Gavin found that to be the closest human sense he could relate it to. In any case, whoever was giving off this much pain was probably on his last legs.
"You're off-duty," Gavin insisted. "Anybody getting himself torn up in a garbage-filled alley is not someone you want to know."
Despite what Gavin thought was a well-reasoned argument, he nonetheless found himself grabbing a first aid kit from the bike and turning toward the alley the 'scent' was coming from. The source was obvious on sight: a young woman was kneeling beside a man broken and cut and bruised to within an inch of his life. Instinct and training took over.
"I'm an EMT," Gavin said as he knelt on the other side of the man. "What happened here?" Preternatural senses pointed him to the parts that hurt most, but it was his real-world experience that told him the searing chest pain was a broken rib pushing on a lung, that the gash in his leg had by sheer luck avoided the femoral artery.
He was busy grabbing gauze out of his kit, so he didn't see her boot coming until it hit him in the chest, the kick throwing him up against a wall.
"How stupid do you think I am?" the woman said.
"Well, your friend's bleeding out and you just assaulted an EMT," Gavin said, forcing himself back to his feet. "I'm guessing: not a MENSA candidate."
"You look human, but I know you're a demon, so you can stop pretending."
"Oh, crap ... Look, I don't know how you ... seriously, I promise it was just a fling my dad had, and I'm completely harmless -- beneficial, even. If you let me see your friend, I can--"
He barely dodged the girl's flying kick.
"Are we sure I'm the only who's not human here?"
"I'm a Slayer," she replied. "As in 'slays demons.' Like you. You're not eating my Watcher."
"If you don't let me near him, the worms will be, though. Seriously, his pain's fading, and since I haven't treated him, that means it's because he's fading." It was clear, however, that talking wasn't going to get Gavin anywhere.
"Double crap," Gavin muttered. He held his ground this time, and as the fist connected with his chin, Gavin used the contact to send a wave of nausea through this 'Slayer.'
He knew it wouldn't buy him much time, but while the Slayer reeled for a moment and tried to keep her lunch down, Gavin dove for her companion, grabbing his ankle. The rush was instant and intense as Gavin's nerves sang from the feast of pain. When he let go, the leg wound had sealed itself, and he could tell the man's rib was knit back together.
No time to savor anything, though, because the girl was back, and had him pinned against a wall, stake poised to skewer Gavin.
"Taylor?"
She and Gavin both looked to see the man struggling to his feet.
"See?" Gavin said. "Beneficial! I made him better! No need for Filet Gavin, right?"
"Taylor, what's going on?"
Taylor released her grip on Gavin, though the stake remained at the ready.
"We need to talk."[/sblock]