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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-05 06:40 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-05 06:40 pm
Another World (3/?)
i've kind of decided on a timeline. it's going to take place after "Run Silent, Run Deep," but i'm not sure if i'm going to have any other part of season two after that happen. meaning i may not kill aiden. i haven't decided yet.
at the very least, dj pratt isn't going to be the one who kills her. *shifty eyes*
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: Another World (3/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe, Don Flack
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100_prompts Prompt: 011. Innocence
Content Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Danny decides to take a walk in the park.
Author's Note: REALLY REALLY AU. This is, after all, a crossover with a sci-fi/fantasy series. If you are curious and want to know more about Everworld, there are links to the reference posts in the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If they're the characters of CSI:NY or listed here, I don't own it, and they belong to CBS or K. A. Applegate. However, if it's listed here, it is mine, so please don't use it without my permission.
He didn’t quite understand what he was doing in Central Park. He felt that he had been drawn there for some reason. Like something was pulling at him, pushing at him to get up and go to Central Park. As if there would be answers there. He had never been one to question whichever direction the planes of the world drew him in. It was how he wound up in New York. True the family they had given him lived in Staten Island, but he could have gone anywhere. He had the freedom and ability to do so. But he stayed. The powers that be, those little whispers in the back of his head, told him to stay. Move a little bit further west, yes—but just a little.
And now they were telling him to stand in the middle of Central Park. And since they had never steered him wrong before, he was listening to them now. Besides, He liked Central Park. There weren’t too many big open spaces around here, and it reminded him of home. Not the home that was sitting in Staten Island, his real home. And not the one that was covered in fields of blood either. The way it was before the Great War, and things were thrown on its head and turned inside out. Back when the land still had that air of innocence to it.
Things were lawless and chaotic over there, but people—they didn’t so the same things to each other that they did here. They didn’t try to make your life a living hell because you screwed them over doing some little thing. They may have tried to beat you to a bloody pulp, but they weren’t cold, they weren’t calculating. They were naïve and almost childish in nature. Innocent.
But that had all changed when this gateway witch, whatever her name was, had decided that she wanted to rule the damn world. Any innocence that was supposed to be left in Everworld was probably gone by now. And he would be lying to himself if he said it didn’t anger him. She had taken something that was his, and completely torn it apart. It was reminiscent of what had happened with Louie, his brother, except it seemed to cut him deeper for some reason. Not because that world meant more to him than Louie had. It was because that land was hers as well, and she wanted to just destroy it like that.
The green plains and forests that he once loved were probably marred now by machine guns and technology that those people were never supposed to have. Never supposed to see. Everworld was never going to be what it was again, and there was nothing he could do to change it back to the land he once loved. There was nothing he could do now but reminisce of the way things were, and hope, for Melinda’s sake anyway, that this bloody war didn’t result in apocalypse for them. Because if Everworld was lost forever, Danny wasn’t sure what would happen to her. But it wasn’t going to be good, that much he knew.
And that was why he was standing in Central Park. He was walking alone, at night, in one of the few places that actually made him feel like home. The one place where there was wide open spaces and people weren’t bustling around and crowding each other, and there was actually room to breathe. He had pondered traveling out West a few times, just to see what it was like out there, with the fields and the plains. When he thought about it, there were times when he envied Lindsay, and how she had spent her entire life out in those wide open spaces, and wondered what whim ever motivated her to leave them for a cold, disconnected place like this one.
“Danny?” the familiar voice came behind him, and he turned in surprise. Lindsay just stared back at him in confusion, her brown eyes asking for an answer to a question she wasn’t even sure of, “What are you doing here?”
He gave a soft shrug before responding, “Felt like takin’ a walk.”
“Oh,” she nodded, before glancing over at the fountain he had been focusing on when she arrived.
“What about you?” he said with a smirk, “Don’t you know its dangerous to walk in Central Park at night?” She grinned at him before shaking her head.
“Good thing I happened to run into you then, huh?” she nodded, “Now I’m not alone.”
He gave her a small smile, and she continued, “So what are you doing here, Montana?”
She shrugged, but it was more deliberate, “I’m not sure. I guess the same. Felt like taking a walk and wound up here.”
He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but decided not to push it, “I have a friend who’s out here all the time. He’s a street magician. Ya know, slight of hand, that kind of thing. He says he’d rather work here than in on a street corner.”
“Did he tell you why?” she asked, and he smirked.
“Some complicated shit about zen and karma,” Danny replied, “But I really think he just likes it because it’s prettier out here. More relaxing. People are more likely to take the time for him to pull a flower out from behind their ear.”
The smile reappeared on her face, “Well, it is always about the audience.”
Danny nodded, before his glance wandered to over her shoulder, and his brow furrowed in confusion, “Don’t tell me you just felt like going for a walk, too?”
Lindsay turned to find Flack standing behind them, dressed more casually than she was used to seeing him. They hadn’t been working together long enough to see each other much outside the job, so she hadn’t had the opportunity to see him in more casual dress.
Flack shrugged, “Wanted to clear my head.” He hesitated for a second, before asking the question he wanted to ask, “How’s your friend?”
“Melinda?” Danny frowned, “She’s fine. She’s back at my place actually, getting some sleep.”
“Doesn’t she have her own apartment?” Flack frowned.
“In Princeton,” Danny stated, “I’m gonna take her home tomorrow morning. Figured it’d be less wear and tear on her if she didn’t go home now.”
Flack nodded, before asking the next question, “She change her mind?”
Danny’s jaw set at this point, and the fact that Flack kept pushing this was starting to piss him off, “No, Flack. Would you just leave her the hell alone?”
“Danny, you know as well as I do that it doesn’t make any sense.”
“She has her reasons for not pressing charges, alright?” Danny said, “Would you just let it go? It’s not like she’s dead.”
“She could have been,” Flack replied, “That guy could have killed her, and she’s willing to just let him keep walking the streets.”
Lindsay started to back out of the conversation slowly, not sure who Melinda was or why Flack was so adamant about her pressing charges, but not wanting to get in the middle of it by asking any questions either. She just watched.
Danny’s eyes clenched shut, not wanting to push this too far, “You don’t know her, alright? She had her reasons for not pressing charges and she’s free to do so. It’s her God given right, so just let it fuckin go!”
Then something changed. Danny stood up ramrod straight, as though someone had just run their finger up his spine. His eyes grew wide, and he started to push at them.
“You two need to get out of here,” he said, turning them and starting to push them towards the entrance of the park, “Now!”
“What the hell?” Flack balked, not moving, “We’re not done yet.”
“Yes, we are, Flack,” Danny replied, “Take it up with me later, just go!”
“Danny, what’s going on?” Lindsay frowned, not going until she had an explanation for why he was acting the way he was. It was completely illogical, and irrational, and she wanted to know why.
“I can’t explain right now; there’s not enough time,” Danny pleaded with them, pushing them to go, “Just go, alright? Get out of here.”
“Why should we?” Flack said, his voice a mix of annoyance and confusion, “What the fuck is going on Danny?”
“Nothing is fucking going on just go, damnit,” Danny growled back at him, before he suddenly froze his eyes going wide and his voice dropping to a whisper, “No. Not now.”
And then the world just broke apart.
It was like a bolt of lighting it, throwing the other two to the ground, while the background of the park behind Danny ripped open like it was a piece of cloth, bathing the three people in a extremely bright light. Lindsay raised a hand to her eyes, shading them from the light and still trying to see what was going on. Danny was still on his feet, his arm over his eyes as he looked into the light as well, and then she saw the soft look of horror that crossed his face as a low growl echoed through the air, and what looked like wolf jaws reached out and snatched him from where he was standing, pulling him back into the light.
Then everything became like a vacuum, sucking up whatever was still there, and Lindsay could feel herself getting dragged into the light as the background started to sew itself back to normal again. She could feel herself starting to swirl, feet first, into the illuminated abyss in front of her, and clawed at the ground as though she thought it could hold her there until it stopped. The last thing she remembered was the thought of hearing herself scream as she slipped into the abyss and everything went black.
at the very least, dj pratt isn't going to be the one who kills her. *shifty eyes*
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: Another World (3/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe, Don Flack
100_prompts Prompt: 011. InnocenceContent Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Danny decides to take a walk in the park.
Author's Note: REALLY REALLY AU. This is, after all, a crossover with a sci-fi/fantasy series. If you are curious and want to know more about Everworld, there are links to the reference posts in the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: If they're the characters of CSI:NY or listed here, I don't own it, and they belong to CBS or K. A. Applegate. However, if it's listed here, it is mine, so please don't use it without my permission.
He didn’t quite understand what he was doing in Central Park. He felt that he had been drawn there for some reason. Like something was pulling at him, pushing at him to get up and go to Central Park. As if there would be answers there. He had never been one to question whichever direction the planes of the world drew him in. It was how he wound up in New York. True the family they had given him lived in Staten Island, but he could have gone anywhere. He had the freedom and ability to do so. But he stayed. The powers that be, those little whispers in the back of his head, told him to stay. Move a little bit further west, yes—but just a little.
And now they were telling him to stand in the middle of Central Park. And since they had never steered him wrong before, he was listening to them now. Besides, He liked Central Park. There weren’t too many big open spaces around here, and it reminded him of home. Not the home that was sitting in Staten Island, his real home. And not the one that was covered in fields of blood either. The way it was before the Great War, and things were thrown on its head and turned inside out. Back when the land still had that air of innocence to it.
Things were lawless and chaotic over there, but people—they didn’t so the same things to each other that they did here. They didn’t try to make your life a living hell because you screwed them over doing some little thing. They may have tried to beat you to a bloody pulp, but they weren’t cold, they weren’t calculating. They were naïve and almost childish in nature. Innocent.
But that had all changed when this gateway witch, whatever her name was, had decided that she wanted to rule the damn world. Any innocence that was supposed to be left in Everworld was probably gone by now. And he would be lying to himself if he said it didn’t anger him. She had taken something that was his, and completely torn it apart. It was reminiscent of what had happened with Louie, his brother, except it seemed to cut him deeper for some reason. Not because that world meant more to him than Louie had. It was because that land was hers as well, and she wanted to just destroy it like that.
The green plains and forests that he once loved were probably marred now by machine guns and technology that those people were never supposed to have. Never supposed to see. Everworld was never going to be what it was again, and there was nothing he could do to change it back to the land he once loved. There was nothing he could do now but reminisce of the way things were, and hope, for Melinda’s sake anyway, that this bloody war didn’t result in apocalypse for them. Because if Everworld was lost forever, Danny wasn’t sure what would happen to her. But it wasn’t going to be good, that much he knew.
And that was why he was standing in Central Park. He was walking alone, at night, in one of the few places that actually made him feel like home. The one place where there was wide open spaces and people weren’t bustling around and crowding each other, and there was actually room to breathe. He had pondered traveling out West a few times, just to see what it was like out there, with the fields and the plains. When he thought about it, there were times when he envied Lindsay, and how she had spent her entire life out in those wide open spaces, and wondered what whim ever motivated her to leave them for a cold, disconnected place like this one.
“Danny?” the familiar voice came behind him, and he turned in surprise. Lindsay just stared back at him in confusion, her brown eyes asking for an answer to a question she wasn’t even sure of, “What are you doing here?”
He gave a soft shrug before responding, “Felt like takin’ a walk.”
“Oh,” she nodded, before glancing over at the fountain he had been focusing on when she arrived.
“What about you?” he said with a smirk, “Don’t you know its dangerous to walk in Central Park at night?” She grinned at him before shaking her head.
“Good thing I happened to run into you then, huh?” she nodded, “Now I’m not alone.”
He gave her a small smile, and she continued, “So what are you doing here, Montana?”
She shrugged, but it was more deliberate, “I’m not sure. I guess the same. Felt like taking a walk and wound up here.”
He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but decided not to push it, “I have a friend who’s out here all the time. He’s a street magician. Ya know, slight of hand, that kind of thing. He says he’d rather work here than in on a street corner.”
“Did he tell you why?” she asked, and he smirked.
“Some complicated shit about zen and karma,” Danny replied, “But I really think he just likes it because it’s prettier out here. More relaxing. People are more likely to take the time for him to pull a flower out from behind their ear.”
The smile reappeared on her face, “Well, it is always about the audience.”
Danny nodded, before his glance wandered to over her shoulder, and his brow furrowed in confusion, “Don’t tell me you just felt like going for a walk, too?”
Lindsay turned to find Flack standing behind them, dressed more casually than she was used to seeing him. They hadn’t been working together long enough to see each other much outside the job, so she hadn’t had the opportunity to see him in more casual dress.
Flack shrugged, “Wanted to clear my head.” He hesitated for a second, before asking the question he wanted to ask, “How’s your friend?”
“Melinda?” Danny frowned, “She’s fine. She’s back at my place actually, getting some sleep.”
“Doesn’t she have her own apartment?” Flack frowned.
“In Princeton,” Danny stated, “I’m gonna take her home tomorrow morning. Figured it’d be less wear and tear on her if she didn’t go home now.”
Flack nodded, before asking the next question, “She change her mind?”
Danny’s jaw set at this point, and the fact that Flack kept pushing this was starting to piss him off, “No, Flack. Would you just leave her the hell alone?”
“Danny, you know as well as I do that it doesn’t make any sense.”
“She has her reasons for not pressing charges, alright?” Danny said, “Would you just let it go? It’s not like she’s dead.”
“She could have been,” Flack replied, “That guy could have killed her, and she’s willing to just let him keep walking the streets.”
Lindsay started to back out of the conversation slowly, not sure who Melinda was or why Flack was so adamant about her pressing charges, but not wanting to get in the middle of it by asking any questions either. She just watched.
Danny’s eyes clenched shut, not wanting to push this too far, “You don’t know her, alright? She had her reasons for not pressing charges and she’s free to do so. It’s her God given right, so just let it fuckin go!”
Then something changed. Danny stood up ramrod straight, as though someone had just run their finger up his spine. His eyes grew wide, and he started to push at them.
“You two need to get out of here,” he said, turning them and starting to push them towards the entrance of the park, “Now!”
“What the hell?” Flack balked, not moving, “We’re not done yet.”
“Yes, we are, Flack,” Danny replied, “Take it up with me later, just go!”
“Danny, what’s going on?” Lindsay frowned, not going until she had an explanation for why he was acting the way he was. It was completely illogical, and irrational, and she wanted to know why.
“I can’t explain right now; there’s not enough time,” Danny pleaded with them, pushing them to go, “Just go, alright? Get out of here.”
“Why should we?” Flack said, his voice a mix of annoyance and confusion, “What the fuck is going on Danny?”
“Nothing is fucking going on just go, damnit,” Danny growled back at him, before he suddenly froze his eyes going wide and his voice dropping to a whisper, “No. Not now.”
And then the world just broke apart.
It was like a bolt of lighting it, throwing the other two to the ground, while the background of the park behind Danny ripped open like it was a piece of cloth, bathing the three people in a extremely bright light. Lindsay raised a hand to her eyes, shading them from the light and still trying to see what was going on. Danny was still on his feet, his arm over his eyes as he looked into the light as well, and then she saw the soft look of horror that crossed his face as a low growl echoed through the air, and what looked like wolf jaws reached out and snatched him from where he was standing, pulling him back into the light.
Then everything became like a vacuum, sucking up whatever was still there, and Lindsay could feel herself getting dragged into the light as the background started to sew itself back to normal again. She could feel herself starting to swirl, feet first, into the illuminated abyss in front of her, and clawed at the ground as though she thought it could hold her there until it stopped. The last thing she remembered was the thought of hearing herself scream as she slipped into the abyss and everything went black.
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