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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-11 08:44 am
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Another World (9/?)
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: Another World (9/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Stella Bonasera, Melinda Fitzgerald (OC)
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100_prompts Prompt: 041. Wrap
Content Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Flack goes to Melinda and tries to figure some things out.
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.
Flack knew that he wasn’t necessarily a fan of Everworld, and he was even less of a fan of coming back, at least consciously speaking. When he arrived, he felt like he had been hit with a wall of information that he had to process relatively quickly, all while trying to still continue doing what he had been doing at the same time.
“—tomorrow, Flack,” Stella said, a bit of irritation evident in her voice. He didn’t catch all of what she was saying, and knew he was going to have to learn how to keep that all under wraps a little better.
“Say that again, Stell?” he asked, and she gave him and look.
“Not had enough coffee today?”
“It’s just been a long one,” Flack replied. In more ways than you know.
“I said to enjoy your day off tomorrow,” she sighed, “You’re the only one of us who’s been getting some for a while. All because Danny had to go and take off.”
Take off? Flack frowned slightly, digging through the new information he had acquired to find the answer. Danny. Not at work. Something about a death in the family. “Can’t control when his great-grandfather’s gonna kick the bucket,” he said, for lack of anything else.
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed, “But he could at least give us a timeline for when he’ll be back, don’t you think?”
Flack shrugged, before heading out, “I’ll see you, Stella.”
“Yeah, see you,” she frowned, silently wondering what was going on with him. She had never seen him so out of it, and she was starting to get worried. Lindsay had been somewhat the same, and with Danny’s sudden disappearance, there had to be something going on that Stella didn’t know about.
And if there was one thing Stella didn’t like being, it was out of the loop.
***
Flack knew that this probably wasn’t the smartest idea he’d had in a long time, driving to Princeton in the middle of the night, but he didn’t want to waste any time. He didn’t know how long he had or how these things worked, and he knew that he was asking for trouble by knocking on her door at two AM, but he needed answers. And he didn’t think he could leave until he got them.
The door peeled open, and she blinked up at him sleepily, “Detective?”
“I’m really sorry to bother you like this but I don’t have a lot of time—” he sighed, taking in her appearance. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and she stifled a yawn as he spoke.
“Oh!” she said, starting to wake up a bit, “C’mon in.” She held open the door for him and he walked inside. After shutting the door behind him, she gestured to the couch, indicating for him to take a seat. “I think the easiest way to do this is to ask whatever questions you have and me to answer them—well, it’s the most time efficient, anyway.”
“Again, I’m really sorry,” he said as she sat across from him.
“Don’t waste your time apologizing,” she replied, “You said it yourself, you don’t have a lot of time.”
“Well, my biggest question isn’t one I’m sure you can answer,” he replied, “It’s how do we get home?”
“Truth is,” Melinda sighed, “You could go home whenever you wanted. I could bring you home.”
“Then why don’t you?” he frowned, suddenly confused.
“Because we need you over there,” she said softly, “You’re with Jarius, right?” When the man nodded she continued, “He’ll be able to protect you, and you can keep me in the loop with what’s going on.”
“Wasn’t he doing that before we went there, though?” Flack replied, “That’s how you got stabbed, right? He was giving you information.”
“Yes, but that takes a lot of time and energy on my part,” she sighed, “This is going to sound incredibly selfish of me, but if I don’t have to open the gateway to get information, I’ll take that option. Opening the gateway wipes me out, and I’m always looking for another way to stay on top of things.”
“I see,” he replied, suddenly looking uncomfortable. His eyes drifted away from her and she placed her hand in his to bring them back.
“This is your choice though,” she sighed, “Free will and all. If you two really want to go home, I can’t keep you there.”
At least she was being honest with him. She could have lied to him, told him that there was no way of bringing him home until some kind of mystical bullshit was played out but she didn’t. She told him the truth. And in the back of his mind, it was comforting. She trusted him to make what she felt was the right decision.
“I’d have to talk to Lindsay,” Flack replied, running a hand through his hair, “But I don’t know that we’d want to stay. That place is insane.”
“Wait till you meet the gods,” Melinda muttered under her breath before continuing, “Look, I’ll make you a deal. You feel like you’re getting in too deep, I’ll bail you out.”
“However, if we feel like we’re getting in too deep, we have to go somewhere, go to sleep, and hope we don’t die before we get to you to come bail us out,” he said with a smirk and she laughed.
“That’s a risk you’re going to have to take, isn’t it?” she said, and he nodded.
“I’ll talk to her. See what she thinks.”
“OK,” she said, watching him as he started to get up.
“I’ll let you get back to sleep—” he began and she stopped him.
“It’s the middle of the night,” she protested, “And frankly, you look like hell. Do you need to be back in the city early tomorrow?”
“No, but—”
“Stay here,” she replied, “I have a guest room.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose,” he replied, not really comfortable with staying with a woman he barely knew, even if he knew she had no reason to hurt him.
“And I wouldn’t feel comfortable with letting you get back on the road at three in the morning,” she sighed.
“I could get a hotel,” he replied.
“Just stay,” she said, before her lips widened into a smile, “I’m not going to kill you in your sleep, I promise.”
He returned the smile before nodding, “OK.”
“We made it through an entire conversation without really arguing with each other,” she commented as she led the way to her guest room, “We’re capable of conversing like human beings.”
“Whatdaya know?” he said, before entering the doorway she was gesturing to, “Guess as long as you’re actually making sense we can.”
“Or not making sense at all,” she replied, and he nodded.
“Bathroom’s right in there,” she said, gesturing to the other door in the room, “Let me know if you need anything.” He gave her a nod, and she shut the door behind her and walked back to her own bedroom.
***
Melinda was digging into a bagel when Flack emerged from the guest room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. She gave him a smile, before gesturing to the food, telling him to help himself.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Alright,” he nodded.
“You go back?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, starting to spread cream cheese on half of the bagel, “Don’t you have to work?”
“It’s Saturday,” she replied, “School’s closed.”
“Ah,” he nodded, before glancing around her apartment, “This is a pretty nice place for a teacher’s salary.”
“I’m a college professor,” she replied, “We get paid a bit more.”
“I see. Thanks for letting me stay, Melinda.”
“No problem, Detective. Least I could do for New York’s finest.”
“Now that we’re somewhat getting along,” he began, “Could you call me Flack like everyone else?”
“Flack?” she said, a confused smile on her face, “You are aware that your name means shrapnel from a bombing when used in everyday language, right?”
“Yes, I am,” he replied, “But no one’s ever used that as excuse not to call me by my name before.”
“Can I call you by your first name then?” she asked, softly, “Would you mind? Otherwise, whenever I refer to you, I’ll always think of things going boom.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” he replied, and she nodded.
“Then no problem, Don,” she whispered, “Least I could do for a friend.”
Title: Another World (9/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Stella Bonasera, Melinda Fitzgerald (OC)
100_prompts Prompt: 041. WrapContent Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep."
Summary: Flack goes to Melinda and tries to figure some things out.
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.
Flack knew that he wasn’t necessarily a fan of Everworld, and he was even less of a fan of coming back, at least consciously speaking. When he arrived, he felt like he had been hit with a wall of information that he had to process relatively quickly, all while trying to still continue doing what he had been doing at the same time.
“—tomorrow, Flack,” Stella said, a bit of irritation evident in her voice. He didn’t catch all of what she was saying, and knew he was going to have to learn how to keep that all under wraps a little better.
“Say that again, Stell?” he asked, and she gave him and look.
“Not had enough coffee today?”
“It’s just been a long one,” Flack replied. In more ways than you know.
“I said to enjoy your day off tomorrow,” she sighed, “You’re the only one of us who’s been getting some for a while. All because Danny had to go and take off.”
Take off? Flack frowned slightly, digging through the new information he had acquired to find the answer. Danny. Not at work. Something about a death in the family. “Can’t control when his great-grandfather’s gonna kick the bucket,” he said, for lack of anything else.
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed, “But he could at least give us a timeline for when he’ll be back, don’t you think?”
Flack shrugged, before heading out, “I’ll see you, Stella.”
“Yeah, see you,” she frowned, silently wondering what was going on with him. She had never seen him so out of it, and she was starting to get worried. Lindsay had been somewhat the same, and with Danny’s sudden disappearance, there had to be something going on that Stella didn’t know about.
And if there was one thing Stella didn’t like being, it was out of the loop.
***
Flack knew that this probably wasn’t the smartest idea he’d had in a long time, driving to Princeton in the middle of the night, but he didn’t want to waste any time. He didn’t know how long he had or how these things worked, and he knew that he was asking for trouble by knocking on her door at two AM, but he needed answers. And he didn’t think he could leave until he got them.
The door peeled open, and she blinked up at him sleepily, “Detective?”
“I’m really sorry to bother you like this but I don’t have a lot of time—” he sighed, taking in her appearance. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and she stifled a yawn as he spoke.
“Oh!” she said, starting to wake up a bit, “C’mon in.” She held open the door for him and he walked inside. After shutting the door behind him, she gestured to the couch, indicating for him to take a seat. “I think the easiest way to do this is to ask whatever questions you have and me to answer them—well, it’s the most time efficient, anyway.”
“Again, I’m really sorry,” he said as she sat across from him.
“Don’t waste your time apologizing,” she replied, “You said it yourself, you don’t have a lot of time.”
“Well, my biggest question isn’t one I’m sure you can answer,” he replied, “It’s how do we get home?”
“Truth is,” Melinda sighed, “You could go home whenever you wanted. I could bring you home.”
“Then why don’t you?” he frowned, suddenly confused.
“Because we need you over there,” she said softly, “You’re with Jarius, right?” When the man nodded she continued, “He’ll be able to protect you, and you can keep me in the loop with what’s going on.”
“Wasn’t he doing that before we went there, though?” Flack replied, “That’s how you got stabbed, right? He was giving you information.”
“Yes, but that takes a lot of time and energy on my part,” she sighed, “This is going to sound incredibly selfish of me, but if I don’t have to open the gateway to get information, I’ll take that option. Opening the gateway wipes me out, and I’m always looking for another way to stay on top of things.”
“I see,” he replied, suddenly looking uncomfortable. His eyes drifted away from her and she placed her hand in his to bring them back.
“This is your choice though,” she sighed, “Free will and all. If you two really want to go home, I can’t keep you there.”
At least she was being honest with him. She could have lied to him, told him that there was no way of bringing him home until some kind of mystical bullshit was played out but she didn’t. She told him the truth. And in the back of his mind, it was comforting. She trusted him to make what she felt was the right decision.
“I’d have to talk to Lindsay,” Flack replied, running a hand through his hair, “But I don’t know that we’d want to stay. That place is insane.”
“Wait till you meet the gods,” Melinda muttered under her breath before continuing, “Look, I’ll make you a deal. You feel like you’re getting in too deep, I’ll bail you out.”
“However, if we feel like we’re getting in too deep, we have to go somewhere, go to sleep, and hope we don’t die before we get to you to come bail us out,” he said with a smirk and she laughed.
“That’s a risk you’re going to have to take, isn’t it?” she said, and he nodded.
“I’ll talk to her. See what she thinks.”
“OK,” she said, watching him as he started to get up.
“I’ll let you get back to sleep—” he began and she stopped him.
“It’s the middle of the night,” she protested, “And frankly, you look like hell. Do you need to be back in the city early tomorrow?”
“No, but—”
“Stay here,” she replied, “I have a guest room.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose,” he replied, not really comfortable with staying with a woman he barely knew, even if he knew she had no reason to hurt him.
“And I wouldn’t feel comfortable with letting you get back on the road at three in the morning,” she sighed.
“I could get a hotel,” he replied.
“Just stay,” she said, before her lips widened into a smile, “I’m not going to kill you in your sleep, I promise.”
He returned the smile before nodding, “OK.”
“We made it through an entire conversation without really arguing with each other,” she commented as she led the way to her guest room, “We’re capable of conversing like human beings.”
“Whatdaya know?” he said, before entering the doorway she was gesturing to, “Guess as long as you’re actually making sense we can.”
“Or not making sense at all,” she replied, and he nodded.
“Bathroom’s right in there,” she said, gesturing to the other door in the room, “Let me know if you need anything.” He gave her a nod, and she shut the door behind her and walked back to her own bedroom.
***
Melinda was digging into a bagel when Flack emerged from the guest room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. She gave him a smile, before gesturing to the food, telling him to help himself.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Alright,” he nodded.
“You go back?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, starting to spread cream cheese on half of the bagel, “Don’t you have to work?”
“It’s Saturday,” she replied, “School’s closed.”
“Ah,” he nodded, before glancing around her apartment, “This is a pretty nice place for a teacher’s salary.”
“I’m a college professor,” she replied, “We get paid a bit more.”
“I see. Thanks for letting me stay, Melinda.”
“No problem, Detective. Least I could do for New York’s finest.”
“Now that we’re somewhat getting along,” he began, “Could you call me Flack like everyone else?”
“Flack?” she said, a confused smile on her face, “You are aware that your name means shrapnel from a bombing when used in everyday language, right?”
“Yes, I am,” he replied, “But no one’s ever used that as excuse not to call me by my name before.”
“Can I call you by your first name then?” she asked, softly, “Would you mind? Otherwise, whenever I refer to you, I’ll always think of things going boom.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” he replied, and she nodded.
“Then no problem, Don,” she whispered, “Least I could do for a friend.”