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Another World (7/?)
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: Another World (7/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe, Christopher Hitchcock, Sir Jarius of Avalon (OC), Sir Marlin of Avalon (OC)
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100_prompts Prompt: 031. Animal
Content Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Flack, Lindsay, Christopher and Jarius, have a nice, somewhat friendly discussion of Everworld, and get warned of attack by evil Sennites, while two mysterious figures buy a horse.
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.
Christopher Hitchcock was glad to finally see people who were also from the Old World like him. Well, people from the Old World who weren’t machine gun toting Neo-Nazis, anyway. That tended to be the downside of having the Sennites here. They didn’t exactly see eye to eye on the way everyone else viewed the world, and they were willing to kill for it. And while he understood the idea of fighting for what you believed in, he did think that they took it just a little too far.
And that they were completely psychotic. But that was another matter entirely.
“So—” he began, clearing his throat, “What’s your names?”
“Lindsay,” the woman replied. She was pretty, in a country girl kind of way. If he was into that kind of thing, he’d probably find her very attractive. He was sure that Jarius did, even if he wasn’t admitting it. “Lindsay Monroe. And this is—”
“Don Flack,” the man spoke up, “Most people just call me Flack though.”
“Flack it is,” Christopher replied. April was going to be all over him, once they got to the castle. Christopher didn’t understand how April would go apeshit over every other good looking guy they ran into, but wouldn’t give him the time of day. True, he could be a pig when he wanted to be, but c’mon.
“Stop here,” Jarius replied, and Christopher pulled the cart to a stop, “Help me make a fire and cook the food. Then we’ll let the Old Worlders tell us how they came here.”
“Sounds good,” Christopher replied, before doing as he said. Soon, they were all settled around a campfire of sorts, eating something that neither Flack nor Lindsay wanted to know what it was, and Jarius looked up from the food to the two people sitting across from him.
“How did you arrive here?” Jarius asked, and a look of confusion crossed Lindsay’s face.
“We’re not exactly sure,” she began, “We’re not even sure if we’re really here.”
“Was there a light?” Christopher asked, “And something that looked like a wolf?”
Flack looked up at the other man in surprise and nodded, “Yeah. Exactly.”
Christopher nodded, “Same thing happened to us. This girl, Senna, Loki wanted her. And she managed to get us caught in the vortex when she was crossing over, so for months, we were torn between the Old World and this one.” He looked up at them and frowned, “That happen with you too?”
“I’m—I’m not sure,” Lindsay frowned, “How does that work?”
“When you go to sleep here, you go back to the Old World,” Christopher explained, “And when you wake up here, you come back.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Lindsay frowned, “We haven’t really gone to sleep over here yet.” Flack didn’t say anything, just nodded to her in agreement.
“You probably are,” Christopher nodded, “If you weren’t, you would know exactly why you’re here in Everworld, not being picked up by a bunch of slavers in the middle of a forest.
“Everworld?” Lindsay frowned, “Is that what this place is called?”
Christopher nodded, before explaining what exactly Everworld was. When he finished, he was met with skeptical looks from both of their new friends, “You don’t believe me?”
“No offense to you, but we’re—” Lindsay turned to Flack and the corrected herself, “—Well, I’m a scientist, and he’s friends with a lot of scientists, we’re a bit—skeptical?”
“Stick around a little longer and you might not be,” Christopher replied.
“You’re not from Everworld, are you?” Flack spoke up, directed to Christopher.
Christopher shook his head sadly, “Chicago, originally. Got sucked in when my ex-psycho got kidnapped and then decided she wanted to take over the world. She was the Gateway Witch, you know, so she could basically do whatever the fuck she wanted, and she decided she wanted to bring in a bunch of fellow psychos with machine guns and use them to basically tear this place to shreds.”
“Do you do that thing?” Flack continued, suddenly wishing he had his service pistol on him. Not that it would do him much good against the type of firepower that Christopher said they were packing, but it might help a little. “Do you go back home when you go to sleep?”
Again, the answer was no, “Not any more. Senna—the ex-psycho—she was killed in a battle, and after that, we had to choose between the Old World and this one,” Christopher shrugged his eyebrows slightly and glanced around at their surroundings, “And we chose the place with no indoor plumbing and where we run screaming for our lives more often than we sit still and enjoy this world.”
“Do you ever go back? Even if just for a little while?”
“No. Can’t,” Christopher sighed, “The Gateway Witch is dead; therefore only someone with a lot of power can get us back over there, and usually those with that kind of power aren’t too fond of us.”
Flack nodded slightly, and Lindsay recognized what he was doing. She had seen him do it before, and she wanted to stop him before this went too far. She placed a hand on his arm, and whispered for him to stop.
“Stop what?” he frowned.
“You’re interrogating the poor kid.”
“I’m not interrogating him, Monroe,” Flack replied, shaking his head, “If I were interrogating someone, you’d know.”
“Flack—” she began, but her cut her off with a finger.
“No, this is what it looks like when I’m interrogating someone.” He then turned to Jarius and gave him a look, “So you want to explain to me what you were doing stabbing Melinda Fitzgerald on a New York City street last night? Or was I just hallucinating when I saw you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Christopher said, enraged by the accusation which seemed to come out of nowhere, “It’s couldn’t have been him. You just heard me say that the gateway witch is dead.”
“He must have some friends in high places then, because I saw the whole thing,” Flack replied, “I saw him stab her. So don’t tell me I didn’t see what I did.”
“Things are never what they seem,” Christopher replied, “Not over here.”
“Yeah, well it wasn’t over here,” Flack replied, “It was over there. He looked right at me before it happened. It was him.”
“Of all the fuckin’ nerve—” Christopher growled, before Jarius cut him off.
“It is all right, Christopher,” Jarius said softly, “What he says is true. I did stab Melinda.”
The angry look on Christopher’s face faded, and changed to one of confusion, “But—how—?”
Jarius turned on the other man and gave him a smile, “You didn’t think that Brigid would put all the power of the gateway into the hands of one person, did you?”
“There’s another witch?” Christopher said, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Yes,” Jarius replied, tossing what was left of his food into the fire, “She’s the reason why I assume that you two are here. You were asking her about the stabbing, and someone dragged her through the gateway?”
“Actually, no,” Flack replied, “We were talking with a mutual friend and it—happened.”
Jarius looked confused for a second, then the look turned urgent, “What is his name?”
“I don’t think you know him,” Flack replied stubbornly, “I don’t know what exactly Melinda is, but I highly doubt he’s one of you.”
“What is his name?” Jarius pressed, and Flack was about to deny him again, when Lindsay spoke up.
“Danny Messer,” she replied, “His name is Danny Messer.”
“He’s in Everworld as well?” Jarius asked, his eyes suddenly holding a look of hope.
“Well, I—” Lindsay began, but was cut off by the clamor of horse hooves and a voice echoed through the trees.
“Sir Jarius! Sir Jarius, my lord!” A man clad in similar armor to both Christopher and Jarius emerged from the trees on a horse, a panicked look on his face. “Sir! There are Sennites in the village. They are looting and destroying everything!”
Jarius and Christopher were both on their feet at the same time, and Jarius moved towards the other man, while Christopher prepared the cart to leave.
“Sir Marlin, give me your horse and ride back with Christopher and our new friends,” he ordered, taking the reins from the man’s hand, “Christopher, take the back way back to the castle, and then do your best to get as many as you can out of the village and behind the castle walls. They will be protected there. Tell David and the others to be—creative.”
Christopher and Marlin were loading up the rest of the cart as Jarius rode off. Lindsay and Flack started to help, and the former turned to Christopher with questioning eyes.
“Sennites?” she asked, “Who are the Sennites?”
“Animals, milady,” Sir Marlin replied. He was a nervous mouse of a man, who was trembling with even the mention of these people, “Absolute animals. Nothing is scared to them; they just go and destroy what they please. They are a blight of the gods in every way.”
Christopher rolled his eyes at that, before turning to Lindsay with a heavy sigh, “You know the psychos that I told you Senna brought in from the Old World.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s them,” Christopher sighed.
“So we’re basically heading into a fire fight armed with nothing but a few swords and a knives?” Lindsay frowned, and Christopher gave them a nod.
“Yup. WTE.” He caught the confused look the woman was giving him, and shook his head, “Welcome to Everworld.”
“Oh,” she sighed, before turning to Flack as they climbed into the back of the cart, “If there was ever a time I really wished I had my service pistol, this would be it.”
“Tell me about it,” Flack replied.
***
Somewhere in the forests of Avalon…
A hooded figure was sitting in against the side of the rode, back up against the tree, when a young man came by, leading a horse behind him. He was obviously not the owner of the horse, but the hooded figure didn’t care, he was just looking for something to ride. He was sick of walking. He hopped to his feet, and walked over to him, trying his best to sound like he used to when he lived in Everwold.
“You there! Young lad!” he sighed, his feet sore from walking, “How far is the castle of Jarius of Avalon from here?”
“That’s a good day’s walk, sir,” the boy replied, before pointing over his shoulder, “Just yonder in that direction.”
He grimaced and then eyed the horse behind him, “That beast there. Does he belong to you?”
“Nay sir,” the boy replied, “‘Tis my master’s horse. He’s having me take it to market and fetch a price for it.”
“Fetch a price, eh?” the man replied, looking the animal up and down, before pulling a pouch from his pocket and placing it in the boy’s hands, “Will this do for a fair price?”
The boy opened the pouch and saw a bag of valuables, mostly gems and jewelry, and his eyes widened, “Aye, sir. This is a mighty fair price.”
“Good,” the man replied with a smile, “Then I will happily take the animal off your hands.”
“Yes sir,” the boy replied, before running back off in the direction of his master’s house.
“You see,” a second figure appeared from behind him and gave him a sly smile, “I would have just offered him the key to any woman’s bed and been done with it.”
“He’s too young to care about getting into a woman’s bed, Cristiano,” the man replied, before swinging himself up onto the horse’s back as though he’d been doing his entire life, “Besides, his master is still going to box his ears for not demanding a higher price.” He extended his hand to the man on the ground, “Are you going to ride, or are you going to walk?”
‘Cristiano’ took the hand and swung himself up behind his friend. “I hate riding bareback,” he commented, before starting to wrap his arms around the other man’s waist, “And if you start making any Brokeback Mountain comments, you might find out you quite like being a fuzzy white rabbit in my show.”
A grin crossed the man’s face before digging his heels into the sides of the horse and spurring him into motion.
Title: Another World (7/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe, Christopher Hitchcock, Sir Jarius of Avalon (OC), Sir Marlin of Avalon (OC)
100_prompts Prompt: 031. AnimalContent Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Flack, Lindsay, Christopher and Jarius, have a nice, somewhat friendly discussion of Everworld, and get warned of attack by evil Sennites, while two mysterious figures buy a horse.
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.
Christopher Hitchcock was glad to finally see people who were also from the Old World like him. Well, people from the Old World who weren’t machine gun toting Neo-Nazis, anyway. That tended to be the downside of having the Sennites here. They didn’t exactly see eye to eye on the way everyone else viewed the world, and they were willing to kill for it. And while he understood the idea of fighting for what you believed in, he did think that they took it just a little too far.
And that they were completely psychotic. But that was another matter entirely.
“So—” he began, clearing his throat, “What’s your names?”
“Lindsay,” the woman replied. She was pretty, in a country girl kind of way. If he was into that kind of thing, he’d probably find her very attractive. He was sure that Jarius did, even if he wasn’t admitting it. “Lindsay Monroe. And this is—”
“Don Flack,” the man spoke up, “Most people just call me Flack though.”
“Flack it is,” Christopher replied. April was going to be all over him, once they got to the castle. Christopher didn’t understand how April would go apeshit over every other good looking guy they ran into, but wouldn’t give him the time of day. True, he could be a pig when he wanted to be, but c’mon.
“Stop here,” Jarius replied, and Christopher pulled the cart to a stop, “Help me make a fire and cook the food. Then we’ll let the Old Worlders tell us how they came here.”
“Sounds good,” Christopher replied, before doing as he said. Soon, they were all settled around a campfire of sorts, eating something that neither Flack nor Lindsay wanted to know what it was, and Jarius looked up from the food to the two people sitting across from him.
“How did you arrive here?” Jarius asked, and a look of confusion crossed Lindsay’s face.
“We’re not exactly sure,” she began, “We’re not even sure if we’re really here.”
“Was there a light?” Christopher asked, “And something that looked like a wolf?”
Flack looked up at the other man in surprise and nodded, “Yeah. Exactly.”
Christopher nodded, “Same thing happened to us. This girl, Senna, Loki wanted her. And she managed to get us caught in the vortex when she was crossing over, so for months, we were torn between the Old World and this one.” He looked up at them and frowned, “That happen with you too?”
“I’m—I’m not sure,” Lindsay frowned, “How does that work?”
“When you go to sleep here, you go back to the Old World,” Christopher explained, “And when you wake up here, you come back.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Lindsay frowned, “We haven’t really gone to sleep over here yet.” Flack didn’t say anything, just nodded to her in agreement.
“You probably are,” Christopher nodded, “If you weren’t, you would know exactly why you’re here in Everworld, not being picked up by a bunch of slavers in the middle of a forest.
“Everworld?” Lindsay frowned, “Is that what this place is called?”
Christopher nodded, before explaining what exactly Everworld was. When he finished, he was met with skeptical looks from both of their new friends, “You don’t believe me?”
“No offense to you, but we’re—” Lindsay turned to Flack and the corrected herself, “—Well, I’m a scientist, and he’s friends with a lot of scientists, we’re a bit—skeptical?”
“Stick around a little longer and you might not be,” Christopher replied.
“You’re not from Everworld, are you?” Flack spoke up, directed to Christopher.
Christopher shook his head sadly, “Chicago, originally. Got sucked in when my ex-psycho got kidnapped and then decided she wanted to take over the world. She was the Gateway Witch, you know, so she could basically do whatever the fuck she wanted, and she decided she wanted to bring in a bunch of fellow psychos with machine guns and use them to basically tear this place to shreds.”
“Do you do that thing?” Flack continued, suddenly wishing he had his service pistol on him. Not that it would do him much good against the type of firepower that Christopher said they were packing, but it might help a little. “Do you go back home when you go to sleep?”
Again, the answer was no, “Not any more. Senna—the ex-psycho—she was killed in a battle, and after that, we had to choose between the Old World and this one,” Christopher shrugged his eyebrows slightly and glanced around at their surroundings, “And we chose the place with no indoor plumbing and where we run screaming for our lives more often than we sit still and enjoy this world.”
“Do you ever go back? Even if just for a little while?”
“No. Can’t,” Christopher sighed, “The Gateway Witch is dead; therefore only someone with a lot of power can get us back over there, and usually those with that kind of power aren’t too fond of us.”
Flack nodded slightly, and Lindsay recognized what he was doing. She had seen him do it before, and she wanted to stop him before this went too far. She placed a hand on his arm, and whispered for him to stop.
“Stop what?” he frowned.
“You’re interrogating the poor kid.”
“I’m not interrogating him, Monroe,” Flack replied, shaking his head, “If I were interrogating someone, you’d know.”
“Flack—” she began, but her cut her off with a finger.
“No, this is what it looks like when I’m interrogating someone.” He then turned to Jarius and gave him a look, “So you want to explain to me what you were doing stabbing Melinda Fitzgerald on a New York City street last night? Or was I just hallucinating when I saw you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Christopher said, enraged by the accusation which seemed to come out of nowhere, “It’s couldn’t have been him. You just heard me say that the gateway witch is dead.”
“He must have some friends in high places then, because I saw the whole thing,” Flack replied, “I saw him stab her. So don’t tell me I didn’t see what I did.”
“Things are never what they seem,” Christopher replied, “Not over here.”
“Yeah, well it wasn’t over here,” Flack replied, “It was over there. He looked right at me before it happened. It was him.”
“Of all the fuckin’ nerve—” Christopher growled, before Jarius cut him off.
“It is all right, Christopher,” Jarius said softly, “What he says is true. I did stab Melinda.”
The angry look on Christopher’s face faded, and changed to one of confusion, “But—how—?”
Jarius turned on the other man and gave him a smile, “You didn’t think that Brigid would put all the power of the gateway into the hands of one person, did you?”
“There’s another witch?” Christopher said, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Yes,” Jarius replied, tossing what was left of his food into the fire, “She’s the reason why I assume that you two are here. You were asking her about the stabbing, and someone dragged her through the gateway?”
“Actually, no,” Flack replied, “We were talking with a mutual friend and it—happened.”
Jarius looked confused for a second, then the look turned urgent, “What is his name?”
“I don’t think you know him,” Flack replied stubbornly, “I don’t know what exactly Melinda is, but I highly doubt he’s one of you.”
“What is his name?” Jarius pressed, and Flack was about to deny him again, when Lindsay spoke up.
“Danny Messer,” she replied, “His name is Danny Messer.”
“He’s in Everworld as well?” Jarius asked, his eyes suddenly holding a look of hope.
“Well, I—” Lindsay began, but was cut off by the clamor of horse hooves and a voice echoed through the trees.
“Sir Jarius! Sir Jarius, my lord!” A man clad in similar armor to both Christopher and Jarius emerged from the trees on a horse, a panicked look on his face. “Sir! There are Sennites in the village. They are looting and destroying everything!”
Jarius and Christopher were both on their feet at the same time, and Jarius moved towards the other man, while Christopher prepared the cart to leave.
“Sir Marlin, give me your horse and ride back with Christopher and our new friends,” he ordered, taking the reins from the man’s hand, “Christopher, take the back way back to the castle, and then do your best to get as many as you can out of the village and behind the castle walls. They will be protected there. Tell David and the others to be—creative.”
Christopher and Marlin were loading up the rest of the cart as Jarius rode off. Lindsay and Flack started to help, and the former turned to Christopher with questioning eyes.
“Sennites?” she asked, “Who are the Sennites?”
“Animals, milady,” Sir Marlin replied. He was a nervous mouse of a man, who was trembling with even the mention of these people, “Absolute animals. Nothing is scared to them; they just go and destroy what they please. They are a blight of the gods in every way.”
Christopher rolled his eyes at that, before turning to Lindsay with a heavy sigh, “You know the psychos that I told you Senna brought in from the Old World.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s them,” Christopher sighed.
“So we’re basically heading into a fire fight armed with nothing but a few swords and a knives?” Lindsay frowned, and Christopher gave them a nod.
“Yup. WTE.” He caught the confused look the woman was giving him, and shook his head, “Welcome to Everworld.”
“Oh,” she sighed, before turning to Flack as they climbed into the back of the cart, “If there was ever a time I really wished I had my service pistol, this would be it.”
“Tell me about it,” Flack replied.
***
Somewhere in the forests of Avalon…
A hooded figure was sitting in against the side of the rode, back up against the tree, when a young man came by, leading a horse behind him. He was obviously not the owner of the horse, but the hooded figure didn’t care, he was just looking for something to ride. He was sick of walking. He hopped to his feet, and walked over to him, trying his best to sound like he used to when he lived in Everwold.
“You there! Young lad!” he sighed, his feet sore from walking, “How far is the castle of Jarius of Avalon from here?”
“That’s a good day’s walk, sir,” the boy replied, before pointing over his shoulder, “Just yonder in that direction.”
He grimaced and then eyed the horse behind him, “That beast there. Does he belong to you?”
“Nay sir,” the boy replied, “‘Tis my master’s horse. He’s having me take it to market and fetch a price for it.”
“Fetch a price, eh?” the man replied, looking the animal up and down, before pulling a pouch from his pocket and placing it in the boy’s hands, “Will this do for a fair price?”
The boy opened the pouch and saw a bag of valuables, mostly gems and jewelry, and his eyes widened, “Aye, sir. This is a mighty fair price.”
“Good,” the man replied with a smile, “Then I will happily take the animal off your hands.”
“Yes sir,” the boy replied, before running back off in the direction of his master’s house.
“You see,” a second figure appeared from behind him and gave him a sly smile, “I would have just offered him the key to any woman’s bed and been done with it.”
“He’s too young to care about getting into a woman’s bed, Cristiano,” the man replied, before swinging himself up onto the horse’s back as though he’d been doing his entire life, “Besides, his master is still going to box his ears for not demanding a higher price.” He extended his hand to the man on the ground, “Are you going to ride, or are you going to walk?”
‘Cristiano’ took the hand and swung himself up behind his friend. “I hate riding bareback,” he commented, before starting to wrap his arms around the other man’s waist, “And if you start making any Brokeback Mountain comments, you might find out you quite like being a fuzzy white rabbit in my show.”
A grin crossed the man’s face before digging his heels into the sides of the horse and spurring him into motion.
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And that they were completely psychotic. But that was another matter entirely.
Good with the understatements, isn't he?
Stubborn, stubborn Flack. Do listen to Lindsay because diplomacy? Not your strength.
“And if you start making any Brokeback Mountain comments, you might find out you quite like being a fuzzy white rabbit in my show.”
That is classic! I love it.
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and yes, flack is not exactly one for diplomacy. he just generally likes his answers, thank you very much.