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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2018-02-10 10:26 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2018-02-10 10:26 am
Entry tags:
- bones: lance sweets,
- canon: bones,
- canon: dctv,
- canon: from dusk til dawn,
- canon: librarians,
- canon: newsflesh,
- canon: original,
- canon: teen wolf,
- canon: the blacklist,
- canon: vampire diaries universe,
- dctv: laurel lance,
- dctv: mick rory,
- dctv: nate heywood,
- dctv: sara lance,
- dctv: zari tomaz,
- fdtd: kisa,
- fdtd: seth gecko,
- newsflesh: maggie grace garcia,
- original: aaron wilkinson,
- original: rosalina frostward,
- prompts: get your words out,
- ship: cora/stiles,
- ship: freya/stefan,
- ship: kate/peter,
- ship: kisa/seth,
- ship: maggie/sweets,
- teen wolf: cora hale,
- teen wolf: derek hale,
- teen wolf: kate argent,
- teen wolf: peter hale,
- teen wolf: stiles stilinski,
- the blacklist: donald ressler,
- the librarians: cassandra killian,
- the librarians: ezekiel jones,
- the librarians: jacob stone,
- the librarians: jenkins,
- tvdverse: freya mikaelson,
- tvdverse: stefan salvatore
panic at the disco, part 2 | paladinverse | 1,399 | round 1, set 6
Jude is starting to rethink this whole plan of his.
It isn’t that it wasn’t a good plan – it clearly worked. The incubus is standing right in front of them, fangs bared, ready to chow down, or in this case be shot in the face. It had been sloppily leaving bodies in the vicinity of the club for months, always couples, always in various states of undress, and Jude had just needed to weed out who it was. The fact that another paladin just happened to be available to provide the bait had been icing on the cake that was this night.
Should he have told said paladin what was happening? Maybe inquired to her training level in all of this? Yes, that might have been a wise course of action to take. But Kendra had drawn him in like a magnet, short circuiting the critical thinking part of his brain and leading to poor decision making like this one.
(Not that she’s a poor decision. In fact, if she doesn’t hate him when this is over, he would very much like to return to their previous activities. But for right now, there’s an incubus to kill.)
He’s about to shift his body to shield her, so that he can shoot it, but before he even realizes what is happening she’s already in motion. As the incubus charges them, she shoves her heeled foot into his chest, shoving it backwards towards the sinks on the other side of the bathroom. Her hand then closes on the handle of his gun, drawing it with practiced ease and firing three shots directly into the incubus’s chest.
She misses the heart, but from her position, the fact that she managed to hit at all is impressive to say the least. The incubus hesitates for a moment, seeing the blood flowing, and starts to take off towards the door. Kendra shoves Jude away from her and follows into the corridor that lead to the door of the restroom, firing one last shot that misses the bartender and buries itself in the doorframe of the restroom.
“Damnit.”
She lowers the weapon and Jude pokes his head out from behind the stall door, looking to see the damage left behind. There’s splotches of blood leading the way to the incubus’ escape route, and he takes a few steps forward towards her. “He can’t get far like that. If we move, we can still –”
Before he can even finish that sentence, she turns on her heel, fast and smooth, an coldcocks him with the butt of the gun. Jude can already feel his body dropping like a sack of bricks, having happened too fast for him to shake his way out of it.
“Should have seen that coming,” he mumbles, before everything goes black.
When he comes to later, he finds himself tied in a very uncomfortable way. His hands are bound behind his back, ankles to the legs, and he groans a bit, before opening his eyes to try and get a gauge on things. Fortunately, he is neither blindfolded, nor gagged, and the room is well lit enough that he can make out the fact that they’re in some kind of warehouse. Movement draws his attention next, and he glances over to find her standing at the trunk of a car, rifling through it with her back to him. She’s still in her club clothes but now she had a glock in her hand and is checking the magazine, and he can’t say he’s ever found anyone more attractive.
It probably says a lot about him, but Jude is old enough at this point that his deviations are just a natural part of who he is. He weighs his options for a moment, before deciding that speaking is likely the best course of action.
“This is all a really big misunderstanding.”
“Oh, is it?” Kendra raises an eyebrow as she sets the glock to the side, then turning to face him and crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Because right now, I’m seeing two options. One, you’re a lure, and you intended to get me all wound up so that the incubus would eat me, or two you’re an idiot, who thought that it would be hot to get a girl in on your superhero fantasy. Or, actually, there’s a third option, where you’re a paladin, but just an asshole who thought it would be a great idea to use me as bait, but not let me in on the fact that you were hunting.”
“Which one out of two or three is less likely for you to kick me in the dick?” he asks tentatively, and she rolls her eyes before turning back to the car again, kicking off her heels as she does.
“So it’s three then.”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Who the hell are you, anyway? I didn’t know there was another paladin on my family’s turf.”
“I don’t really subscribe to ‘turfs’,” Jude admits, rotating his wrists a bit to see if he can get any traction there. “I just go where I’m needed and that club had been stacking up a lot of bodies.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question.”
“I told you, my name is Jude.”
“Not good enough anymore. It was good enough when I just wanted to turn you into a one night stand, but now things are getting professional. What’s your last name?”
“You don’t actually want to know that.”
“Actually, I really think I do.”
Jude grits his teeth for a moment, watching her as she grabs a pair of pants from the bag, as well as a jacket to throw over her shoulders and a pair of boots. The moment he gives her that answer, their entire dynamic will change, but in a lot of ways, he’s already obscured the truth enough for one evening. So he takes a deep breath, and nods.
“Iscariot.”
The name causes her to still, as it would most people. The dots connect, and when she turns back around to face him again, she almost looks like she doesn’t know what to think. “You’re serious?”
“It’s not something I like to throw around, but yes.”
She swallows hard, before shaking her head. “I guess being an asshole tracks.”
He sighs, before leaning back in the seat. “I did not mean for things to go that far. You were simply the most captivating thing I had ever seen. I got carried away.”
She rolls her eyes, but it doesn’t have any real heat to it. Maybe because he sounded sincere enough that she was willing to buy that he meant it, or maybe it was just because there were bigger things at hand. She picks up the jeans and begins to pull them over her hips.
“Well, lucky for you, I need a partner.” She wriggles into the jeans, letting the short, skin tight dress she was wearing fall over it like an overly long, sparkly shirt, and then grabs her jacket. “The incubus got away and ran back to its nest. I scoped the place while you were taking your nap and it looks like there’s a colony there.”
Jude’s wrists flex again as he watches her sit on the edge of her trunk to tie on the boots. “I should have figured there was more than one. That was far too many bodies for one incubus.”
“Yeah, I talked to the bartender, apparently their friend has like five roommates. One or two I could probably take on my own, but that many I’m asking for an early grave.” She pushes up to her feet and goes to untie him, cutting the ropes on Jude’s wrists before handing him the knife so that he can do his own ankles.
“Fair enough,” he says with a nod, before eyeing her carefully. “Since I gave you my last name, does that mean I get yours?”
“Wilkinson.”
She offers it without hesitation, and that surprises him. Not that she’s a Wilkinson, it makes sense with how capable she is, but that she offers it so freely, given everything that just went down with her father. Still, he’s in no place to judge, so he just cuts the remaining ropes, before holding up the knife to her.
“Well then, Kendra Wilkinson. Let’s get started, shall we?”
[Part 3]