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The Wolf and the Fish (3/?)
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: The Wolf and the Fish (3/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Eric Delko, Rachel Romano (OC), Old Bartleby (OC), Gregorum (OC)
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100_prompts Prompt: 015. Quake
Content Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep;" "Free Fall"
Summary: Rachel rescues Eric from the Pirate Ship of DOOOOOOM! only to be almost eaten by the Scylla, the Sea Serpenant of DOOOOOM! and then runs into a very old friend, and someone she's not coming to like very much.
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. Also, this is follows my fic, Another World. You don't have to read it in order to get this, but it might be easier if you do.
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.
Rachel hit the wooden planks of the ship in a roll and quickly hopped to her feet, pulling herself into the shadows. She knew that she was back in Everworld, and technically she could make it so that they couldn’t see her, but she was at least fifteen years out of practice with that particular trick, and didn’t want to take any chances. She waited until the sound of laughter and drunken merriment had died, and she had gotten her bearings, before she even ventured to take a step forward. Usually take prisoners to the brig, she thought slowly to herself, before she started to set foot onto the deck.
When she heard the click of her shoes against the wood, she froze. She glanced down at the wooden planks below her, and decided that a few splinters in her feet were better than getting caught by the pirates, and quickly slipped off the flats she had worn to work that day and silently tossed them over the edge of the ship. They weren’t going to be very good for walking and the like anyway. She then slowly padded down towards the stairs that took her down to the lower deck of the ship.
She spotted Eric in a second. They generally didn’t have people of his coloring here—in this part of Everworld, anyway. But finding him wasn’t necessarily the biggest problem—it was getting him out of there. She slipped her way over to him. He was sitting in the corner of the cage, his hands tied behind his back, and a gag in his mouth, and very much awake. She looked at him sympathetically before turning and walking towards the other end of the brig, trying to see if there was another way out. She hadn’t gotten very far, before she walked straight into a coil of rope sitting in path.
Son of a—
Eric heard the smack! of skin hitting twine, and looked up in alarm. He couldn’t say anything through the gag, but Rachel knew that he was very much aware of the fact that there was someone there he couldn’t see. And that probably wasn’t very comforting to him. She needed to move fast.
She reached the end of the brig, and smiled. They must have run aground recently, because there was a nice hole where one of the cells should have been, that was perfect for her slipping Eric out the back door. She started to make her way back into the cage, and as slowly as possible, slid up the latch on the door, and swung it open just enough so that she could slide her body in, before locking it back up behind her. She saw Eric tense against this unseen stranger near him, and when she reached forward to untie his gag, he spoke up right away.
“Who’s—” She cut him off with a hand over his mouth, before pulling back and placing an invisible finger against his lips.
It’s OK. You know me.
“How do I know that if I can’t see you?” he whispered this time, and she glanced around quickly to make sure there was no one there before she made herself visible.
“Ray?” he frowned.
“Shhh,” she hissed, before moving behind his back to free his hands, “You can swim right?”
“You can talk?” he said, turning to her in shock.
“Yes. Can we do that later?”
“Sorry—and yeah, I can swim.”
“Good. Because we’re gonna be doing a lot of it,” she sighed, before taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. Suddenly, a voice roared from the main deck.
“BRING THE WHELP!!!!!”
“Who’s the whelp?” he whispered to her.
“You,” she replied, before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the cage. She shut the cage door behind her, and then pulled him towards the end of the brig where she had found the hole. She glanced down at the water below them, and patted him on the back.
“Rescuee before rescuer, Delko.”
He shot her a look before jumping of the edge of the ship plummeting into the water below. She waited until he surfaced and started to paddle off, before throwing a glance back to the stairs of the brig, and then launching herself off into the air until she hit the cold saltwater below. Once she came up for air, she paddled out to where Eric was treading water.
“What do we do now?” he asked.
“Swim,” she sighed, “Shore’s that way,” she sighed, before pointing in the direction of some distant lights on the horizon.
“Great,” Eric commented.
“I told you, we have a lot of swimming to do.”
“Couldn’t have waited until we got closer to shore to rescue me?”
“Trust me, Delko,” she sighed, “You don’t want to know why they were ordering to bring the whelp. Just swim.” They started to inch their way forward bit by bit, until the water started to rumble around them.
“What the hell is that?” Delko asked, and Rachel’s eyes went wide with fear.
“Scylla,” she whispered, “Swim!” She started kicking as hard as she could, and he decided to follow her lead and did the same. He was gaining a bit more ground, more because he was taller and he had more power, but Rachel was still managing to keep up pretty well. Until there was a crash and he decided to look back.
Looming over the side of the boat they had just escaped from were six serpant-looking heads. Each head had three rows of teeth, and beady yellow eyes scanned the crew below. He didn’t want to know what was going to happen next before he started kicking off, swimming as hard as he could.
Try to swim as much as you can underwater. It’s dark and she can’t see you.
It was Rachel; that much he knew, but as far as he was concerned she hadn’t said it. However that thought was furthest from his mind as he plunged himself under the churning water, and tried to get as far away as he could in one breath. When he finally did come up for air, all he could hear over the roar of the waves were the tortured screams of the crew as the monster devoured them and tore the ship to bits. He didn’t look back just plunged himself under water again.
By the time light started to appear on the water, they weren’t very far from shore. Rachel got there first, stumbling up onto the shore, but her muscles were shaking so badly, and she was so exhausted that she couldn’t hold herself up. She collapsed onto the shore, not even getting herself out of the surf.
Eric wasn’t too far after her, just as exhausted. He pulled himself up onto shore, and hooked an arm around Rachel’s waste, dragging her out of the surf and higher up on the shore before collapsing himself, his body partially shielding her from the sun.
***
When Rachel woke up, the first thing she smelled was cinnamon. Which struck her as quite strange, considering she remembered collapsing on the beach. It also struck her as odd that there was no wind, no waves, and she was dry—yet her clothes didn’t feel stiff from the salt. And she was warm. And she was in—a bed?
She blinked her eyes open and looked around, finding herself in a small cabin. She looked down and found herself dressed in a dress made out of a soft cotton material, and then swung her legs over the side of the bed so to go take a look around and try and find Eric.
Your companion is quite safe, Princess. You should get some rest. She blinked at the title, before an older man with a pipe appeared in the door way. She had been gone for fifteen years, but she recognized him in a half a second. A giant smile crossed her face and she ran into his arms.
I’ve missed you. It was strange, talking without using her hands or her lips. It was natural, she had done it her whole life previously, but still strange. Old Bartleby just gave her a warm smile.
I think it was quite appropriate that you returned to me from the sea, Little Fish. She gave him a shy smile, before looking past him to another cot, where Eric was lying. Her face turned to a look of concern, before she walked over to him.
Is he going to be alright?
He will be fine, Bartleby replied, sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room, He just needs to rest.
He can’t communicate the way we can, she sighed, You’re going to have to actually speak to him.
He can still understand us if we speak to him this way, another voice came from the other end of the room, We do not need to lower ourselves for him. Rachel looked up at saw a rugged looking young man standing in the doorway.
It’s not a matter of lowering yourself, she stated, standing up and facing him, It’s a matter of respect.
The younger man scoffed, Respect? Who are you to tell me I need to learn respect?
Easy, children, Bartleby interrupted, Gregorum does not know to whom he is speaking, Princess.
Princess? Gregorum’s voice echoed in the room again, and he shot her a look, What kind of Princess appears from the sea?
One who has not been home in fifteen years, Bartleby replied, In the way that Gregorum does not realize whom he is speaking to, you do not know our situation, Princess. Those not like us have taken advantage of our good nature. Has taken advantage of your father. We do not show them the same courtesies we used to.
And you wonder why they hate us, Bartleby, she murmured softly, You wonder why they call us arrogant. Because we won’t communicate with them in a way they understand.
They were all startled by a soft moan from the couch beside them. Rachel turned and saw Eric blink his eyes open, before glancing around in confusion. His eyes landed on her. “Ray? Where are we?”
“At an old friend’s,” she replied, before cringing, “I know I have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Maybe,” Eric replied with a smirk, “Just about—I dunno—everything.”
“Yeah,” she replied before giving Bartleby a look.
“We will give you some time alone, Princess,” he said, before taking Gregorum by the arm and leading him out of the room.
“Princess?” Eric said, giving her a look.
“As I said, I have a lot of explaining to do—”
Title: The Wolf and the Fish (3/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Eric Delko, Rachel Romano (OC), Old Bartleby (OC), Gregorum (OC)
100_prompts Prompt: 015. QuakeContent Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep;" "Free Fall"
Summary: Rachel rescues Eric from the Pirate Ship of DOOOOOOM! only to be almost eaten by the Scylla, the Sea Serpenant of DOOOOOM! and then runs into a very old friend, and someone she's not coming to like very much.
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. Also, this is follows my fic, Another World. You don't have to read it in order to get this, but it might be easier if you do.
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.
Rachel hit the wooden planks of the ship in a roll and quickly hopped to her feet, pulling herself into the shadows. She knew that she was back in Everworld, and technically she could make it so that they couldn’t see her, but she was at least fifteen years out of practice with that particular trick, and didn’t want to take any chances. She waited until the sound of laughter and drunken merriment had died, and she had gotten her bearings, before she even ventured to take a step forward. Usually take prisoners to the brig, she thought slowly to herself, before she started to set foot onto the deck.
When she heard the click of her shoes against the wood, she froze. She glanced down at the wooden planks below her, and decided that a few splinters in her feet were better than getting caught by the pirates, and quickly slipped off the flats she had worn to work that day and silently tossed them over the edge of the ship. They weren’t going to be very good for walking and the like anyway. She then slowly padded down towards the stairs that took her down to the lower deck of the ship.
She spotted Eric in a second. They generally didn’t have people of his coloring here—in this part of Everworld, anyway. But finding him wasn’t necessarily the biggest problem—it was getting him out of there. She slipped her way over to him. He was sitting in the corner of the cage, his hands tied behind his back, and a gag in his mouth, and very much awake. She looked at him sympathetically before turning and walking towards the other end of the brig, trying to see if there was another way out. She hadn’t gotten very far, before she walked straight into a coil of rope sitting in path.
Son of a—
Eric heard the smack! of skin hitting twine, and looked up in alarm. He couldn’t say anything through the gag, but Rachel knew that he was very much aware of the fact that there was someone there he couldn’t see. And that probably wasn’t very comforting to him. She needed to move fast.
She reached the end of the brig, and smiled. They must have run aground recently, because there was a nice hole where one of the cells should have been, that was perfect for her slipping Eric out the back door. She started to make her way back into the cage, and as slowly as possible, slid up the latch on the door, and swung it open just enough so that she could slide her body in, before locking it back up behind her. She saw Eric tense against this unseen stranger near him, and when she reached forward to untie his gag, he spoke up right away.
“Who’s—” She cut him off with a hand over his mouth, before pulling back and placing an invisible finger against his lips.
It’s OK. You know me.
“How do I know that if I can’t see you?” he whispered this time, and she glanced around quickly to make sure there was no one there before she made herself visible.
“Ray?” he frowned.
“Shhh,” she hissed, before moving behind his back to free his hands, “You can swim right?”
“You can talk?” he said, turning to her in shock.
“Yes. Can we do that later?”
“Sorry—and yeah, I can swim.”
“Good. Because we’re gonna be doing a lot of it,” she sighed, before taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. Suddenly, a voice roared from the main deck.
“BRING THE WHELP!!!!!”
“Who’s the whelp?” he whispered to her.
“You,” she replied, before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the cage. She shut the cage door behind her, and then pulled him towards the end of the brig where she had found the hole. She glanced down at the water below them, and patted him on the back.
“Rescuee before rescuer, Delko.”
He shot her a look before jumping of the edge of the ship plummeting into the water below. She waited until he surfaced and started to paddle off, before throwing a glance back to the stairs of the brig, and then launching herself off into the air until she hit the cold saltwater below. Once she came up for air, she paddled out to where Eric was treading water.
“What do we do now?” he asked.
“Swim,” she sighed, “Shore’s that way,” she sighed, before pointing in the direction of some distant lights on the horizon.
“Great,” Eric commented.
“I told you, we have a lot of swimming to do.”
“Couldn’t have waited until we got closer to shore to rescue me?”
“Trust me, Delko,” she sighed, “You don’t want to know why they were ordering to bring the whelp. Just swim.” They started to inch their way forward bit by bit, until the water started to rumble around them.
“What the hell is that?” Delko asked, and Rachel’s eyes went wide with fear.
“Scylla,” she whispered, “Swim!” She started kicking as hard as she could, and he decided to follow her lead and did the same. He was gaining a bit more ground, more because he was taller and he had more power, but Rachel was still managing to keep up pretty well. Until there was a crash and he decided to look back.
Looming over the side of the boat they had just escaped from were six serpant-looking heads. Each head had three rows of teeth, and beady yellow eyes scanned the crew below. He didn’t want to know what was going to happen next before he started kicking off, swimming as hard as he could.
Try to swim as much as you can underwater. It’s dark and she can’t see you.
It was Rachel; that much he knew, but as far as he was concerned she hadn’t said it. However that thought was furthest from his mind as he plunged himself under the churning water, and tried to get as far away as he could in one breath. When he finally did come up for air, all he could hear over the roar of the waves were the tortured screams of the crew as the monster devoured them and tore the ship to bits. He didn’t look back just plunged himself under water again.
By the time light started to appear on the water, they weren’t very far from shore. Rachel got there first, stumbling up onto the shore, but her muscles were shaking so badly, and she was so exhausted that she couldn’t hold herself up. She collapsed onto the shore, not even getting herself out of the surf.
Eric wasn’t too far after her, just as exhausted. He pulled himself up onto shore, and hooked an arm around Rachel’s waste, dragging her out of the surf and higher up on the shore before collapsing himself, his body partially shielding her from the sun.
***
When Rachel woke up, the first thing she smelled was cinnamon. Which struck her as quite strange, considering she remembered collapsing on the beach. It also struck her as odd that there was no wind, no waves, and she was dry—yet her clothes didn’t feel stiff from the salt. And she was warm. And she was in—a bed?
She blinked her eyes open and looked around, finding herself in a small cabin. She looked down and found herself dressed in a dress made out of a soft cotton material, and then swung her legs over the side of the bed so to go take a look around and try and find Eric.
Your companion is quite safe, Princess. You should get some rest. She blinked at the title, before an older man with a pipe appeared in the door way. She had been gone for fifteen years, but she recognized him in a half a second. A giant smile crossed her face and she ran into his arms.
I’ve missed you. It was strange, talking without using her hands or her lips. It was natural, she had done it her whole life previously, but still strange. Old Bartleby just gave her a warm smile.
I think it was quite appropriate that you returned to me from the sea, Little Fish. She gave him a shy smile, before looking past him to another cot, where Eric was lying. Her face turned to a look of concern, before she walked over to him.
Is he going to be alright?
He will be fine, Bartleby replied, sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room, He just needs to rest.
He can’t communicate the way we can, she sighed, You’re going to have to actually speak to him.
He can still understand us if we speak to him this way, another voice came from the other end of the room, We do not need to lower ourselves for him. Rachel looked up at saw a rugged looking young man standing in the doorway.
It’s not a matter of lowering yourself, she stated, standing up and facing him, It’s a matter of respect.
The younger man scoffed, Respect? Who are you to tell me I need to learn respect?
Easy, children, Bartleby interrupted, Gregorum does not know to whom he is speaking, Princess.
Princess? Gregorum’s voice echoed in the room again, and he shot her a look, What kind of Princess appears from the sea?
One who has not been home in fifteen years, Bartleby replied, In the way that Gregorum does not realize whom he is speaking to, you do not know our situation, Princess. Those not like us have taken advantage of our good nature. Has taken advantage of your father. We do not show them the same courtesies we used to.
And you wonder why they hate us, Bartleby, she murmured softly, You wonder why they call us arrogant. Because we won’t communicate with them in a way they understand.
They were all startled by a soft moan from the couch beside them. Rachel turned and saw Eric blink his eyes open, before glancing around in confusion. His eyes landed on her. “Ray? Where are we?”
“At an old friend’s,” she replied, before cringing, “I know I have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Maybe,” Eric replied with a smirk, “Just about—I dunno—everything.”
“Yeah,” she replied before giving Bartleby a look.
“We will give you some time alone, Princess,” he said, before taking Gregorum by the arm and leading him out of the room.
“Princess?” Eric said, giving her a look.
“As I said, I have a lot of explaining to do—”