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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-21 10:37 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-21 10:37 am
The Wolf and the Fish (4/?)
Fandom: CSI/CSI: Miami/CSI:NY/Everworld
Title: The Wolf and the Fish (4/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Ryan Wolfe, Calleigh Duquesne, Lucius (OC), Mercutio (OC)
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100_prompts Prompt: 020. Now
Content Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep;" "Free Fall"
Summary: The evil wolves of DOOOOOM! give Calleigh some indirect information about Ryan's past, and then things get dark and creepy.
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.
“This is taking too long.” Another man had joined them, and was violently pacing the snow in front of him, “Why don’t we just rip his throat out and be done with it?”
Calleigh had relaxed enough to start to take in her surroundings, but was still very much scared. For one thing she was sitting in a snow covered, mountain-like terrain, and she had no idea how she got there, and secondly, she was in the company of two men who were able to turn into wolves at a moment’s notice. They could have been handsome, once upon a time, but now they were so drawn and haggard looking that she couldn’t imagine them looking any other way. They were hunched slightly, with bright eyes and long scraggly hair. They were thin, but that thinness was deceptive for there was a lot of power under that skin. They weren’t wearing much, not even shoes, but Calleigh knew they probably didn’t need it. Considering they could turn into wolves and all.
“No!” The one who had awoken her protested, “I want him to suffer the way I suffered.”
“I can’t take all this waiting, Lucius,” the other one replied, starting to gnaw on the nails of one of his fingers, “Wasn’t the fifteen years I waited long enough?”
“You waited fifteen years; you can wait a little while longer,” Lucius replied, “Well, until I kill her anyway.”
They drifted into silence again, and the other man resumed his pacing, frantic and erratic. If they had been in a normal world, she would have taken him for a junkie of some kind. She didn’t know what his behavior indicated for him here.
“You know what?” Lucius spoke up from where he was, a smirk crossing his face, “We could always—speed up the process.”
An evil grin spread across the other man’s lips, before he pulled one leg back and kicked Ryan soundly in the side. Ryan grunted, rolling a few feet, before shaking himself slightly and looking up. Everything happened so fast that the next thing Calleigh knew the man was on the ground with a giant wolf on his chest. But so was she.
“Not bad for fifteen years, Rinaus,” Lucius stated. His voice became lower and more gravely in his wolf form, but it was obvious that it was still the same man.
“Let her go, Lucius. She has nothing to do with this.” The voice change was the same as the one in Lucius, but the voice was still Ryan’s.
“Oh, she has everything to do with this,” Calleigh felt the rough, wet tongue drive across the side of her neck, “Revenge is going to taste so sweet.”
“You lay a hand on her, I swear on Martirio’s life—”
“Yes, swear on Martirio’s life,” the man below him spoke up, “Swear on the life of the one you killed.”
“Stay out of this, Mercutio,” both men snapped at the same time.
“Lay one hand on her and it’s the last thing you do,” Ryan growled, and Lucius tilted his head to the side.
“Not going to threaten Mercutio? He’s completely at your mercy.”
“I know you don’t give a damn what happens to him,” Ryan replied, “The only person you ever cared about other than yourself died a long time ago.”
“Yes—at your hand,” Lucius raged, “You killed something of mine, now I will kill something of yours. An eye for an eye.”
“What are you going to do? Kill me afterwards?”
“Yes. I’ve waited fifteen years to taste your blood, but first I’m going to make you suffer the same way I did.”
“I’ve suffered long enough!” Ryan raged, the statement ending in a loud growl, “Just let her go, and keep this between us. She doesn’t even understand what going on, where she is.”
Lucius seemed taken aback, “Mercy? That’s not an emotion I knew you were familiar with.”
“It has been fifteen years, Lucius,” Ryan stated softly, “A man can change.” Lucius’s golden wolf eyes looked to Calleigh, before he slowly climbed off her and tilted his big wolf head towards the woods. “I’d run, love. If your friend doesn’t win, you’re not going to want me to catch you.”
Calleigh didn’t need to doubt him. She took off running as fast as she could. Lucius’s eyes landed on Ryan.
“She seems to not care for you, Rinaus,” Lucius commented, “At least—not as much as you do for her.”
“She just knows what’s best for her,” Ryan replied, before his shoulders hunched low and he started to circle slightly, “Now Lucius, I think its time to remind you why I was Alpha Male.”
***
Calleigh just ran. She ran as far as she could as fast as she could. She had no idea what was going on, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. And she definitely didn’t want Lucius or Mercutio to find her. So she was just running. Through the snow, through the trees just running until she couldn’t run anymore and she stopped, doubling over on her knees so that she could catch her breath.
And then she heard it. Soft padding of feet against the snow. She looked around and tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, but she couldn’t. She made the motion to reach for her side arm, but she then remembered that she didn’t have it. Her holster was there, but at some point along the way she had lost her gun. She then started to panic a bit. She heard the padding of the feet stop, and the sound of heavy breathing behind her.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, and she turned instantly, ready to defend herself, and the person moved their hand away instantly.
“Easy, Calleigh,” Ryan replied, holding his hands up in surrender, “It’s just me.”
“Ryan, what the hell is—” she froze, noticing something at the corner of his mouth, “—There’s something on your face.”
Ryan reached up and wiped the side of his mouth, and then pulled his hand away to look at the blood that had collected there. He shook his hand, flinging it to the ground.
“I didn’t want you to see that.”
“Too late, I did,” she sighed, placing her hands on her hips, but her voice got softer, “Ryan, what the hell is going on? One minute I was in the morgue, the next there was a giant wolf sitting on my chest.”
“It’s long and complicated, but we need to keep moving,” Ryan replied, taking her arm and starting to lead her away, but she didn’t move.
“Ryan—” she began, closing her eyes, “—tell me one thing before I go with you. Did you really kill someone?”
Ryan looked at her, and she could see him struggling with the answer. See him fighting with himself for what to tell her that wouldn’t make her jump to conclusions about what was going on, or about him.
“Calleigh—I’m not the same person that I was when I did that. I despise the person that I was when I did that.”
“But you did do it,” Calleigh said softly, and he looked at her, pleadingly, trying to make sure she still trusted him.
“I had a reason—”
“Ryan, that doesn’t change anything,” she whispered, tightening her arms around herself.
“Hold off on judgment for a little bit,” Ryan replied, “Let me explain how things work here—who I was. Then decide if you still don’t know me.”
Calleigh hesitated for a second, before taking a step forward to walk with him. “Not exactly like I have a choice, do I?” she sighed, “You’re the only person I’m familiar with here, and you seem to know more about what’s going on than I do. I have to trust you.”
Ryan had to admit that the words stung, but he could understand her point of view. She’d been through a hell of a lot in the past two days, and he was only going to be adding more to that. Hopefully, things would be returning to somewhat of a status quo between them, but until then he would take what he could get.
They walked in silence for a moment, and he watched as her hands reached up to rub the sides of her arms, trying to generate some heat.
“You cold?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“I’m fine,” she replied, shaking her head, “Start explaining. You’re the one who said we had to keep moving.”
“Alright,” Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he began to speak, “I guess it’s best to start from the beginning—”
Title: The Wolf and the Fish (4/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Ryan Wolfe, Calleigh Duquesne, Lucius (OC), Mercutio (OC)
100_prompts Prompt: 020. NowContent Warning: Spoilers up to and including "Run Silent, Run Deep;" "Free Fall"
Summary: The evil wolves of DOOOOOM! give Calleigh some indirect information about Ryan's past, and then things get dark and creepy.
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.
“This is taking too long.” Another man had joined them, and was violently pacing the snow in front of him, “Why don’t we just rip his throat out and be done with it?”
Calleigh had relaxed enough to start to take in her surroundings, but was still very much scared. For one thing she was sitting in a snow covered, mountain-like terrain, and she had no idea how she got there, and secondly, she was in the company of two men who were able to turn into wolves at a moment’s notice. They could have been handsome, once upon a time, but now they were so drawn and haggard looking that she couldn’t imagine them looking any other way. They were hunched slightly, with bright eyes and long scraggly hair. They were thin, but that thinness was deceptive for there was a lot of power under that skin. They weren’t wearing much, not even shoes, but Calleigh knew they probably didn’t need it. Considering they could turn into wolves and all.
“No!” The one who had awoken her protested, “I want him to suffer the way I suffered.”
“I can’t take all this waiting, Lucius,” the other one replied, starting to gnaw on the nails of one of his fingers, “Wasn’t the fifteen years I waited long enough?”
“You waited fifteen years; you can wait a little while longer,” Lucius replied, “Well, until I kill her anyway.”
They drifted into silence again, and the other man resumed his pacing, frantic and erratic. If they had been in a normal world, she would have taken him for a junkie of some kind. She didn’t know what his behavior indicated for him here.
“You know what?” Lucius spoke up from where he was, a smirk crossing his face, “We could always—speed up the process.”
An evil grin spread across the other man’s lips, before he pulled one leg back and kicked Ryan soundly in the side. Ryan grunted, rolling a few feet, before shaking himself slightly and looking up. Everything happened so fast that the next thing Calleigh knew the man was on the ground with a giant wolf on his chest. But so was she.
“Not bad for fifteen years, Rinaus,” Lucius stated. His voice became lower and more gravely in his wolf form, but it was obvious that it was still the same man.
“Let her go, Lucius. She has nothing to do with this.” The voice change was the same as the one in Lucius, but the voice was still Ryan’s.
“Oh, she has everything to do with this,” Calleigh felt the rough, wet tongue drive across the side of her neck, “Revenge is going to taste so sweet.”
“You lay a hand on her, I swear on Martirio’s life—”
“Yes, swear on Martirio’s life,” the man below him spoke up, “Swear on the life of the one you killed.”
“Stay out of this, Mercutio,” both men snapped at the same time.
“Lay one hand on her and it’s the last thing you do,” Ryan growled, and Lucius tilted his head to the side.
“Not going to threaten Mercutio? He’s completely at your mercy.”
“I know you don’t give a damn what happens to him,” Ryan replied, “The only person you ever cared about other than yourself died a long time ago.”
“Yes—at your hand,” Lucius raged, “You killed something of mine, now I will kill something of yours. An eye for an eye.”
“What are you going to do? Kill me afterwards?”
“Yes. I’ve waited fifteen years to taste your blood, but first I’m going to make you suffer the same way I did.”
“I’ve suffered long enough!” Ryan raged, the statement ending in a loud growl, “Just let her go, and keep this between us. She doesn’t even understand what going on, where she is.”
Lucius seemed taken aback, “Mercy? That’s not an emotion I knew you were familiar with.”
“It has been fifteen years, Lucius,” Ryan stated softly, “A man can change.” Lucius’s golden wolf eyes looked to Calleigh, before he slowly climbed off her and tilted his big wolf head towards the woods. “I’d run, love. If your friend doesn’t win, you’re not going to want me to catch you.”
Calleigh didn’t need to doubt him. She took off running as fast as she could. Lucius’s eyes landed on Ryan.
“She seems to not care for you, Rinaus,” Lucius commented, “At least—not as much as you do for her.”
“She just knows what’s best for her,” Ryan replied, before his shoulders hunched low and he started to circle slightly, “Now Lucius, I think its time to remind you why I was Alpha Male.”
***
Calleigh just ran. She ran as far as she could as fast as she could. She had no idea what was going on, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. And she definitely didn’t want Lucius or Mercutio to find her. So she was just running. Through the snow, through the trees just running until she couldn’t run anymore and she stopped, doubling over on her knees so that she could catch her breath.
And then she heard it. Soft padding of feet against the snow. She looked around and tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, but she couldn’t. She made the motion to reach for her side arm, but she then remembered that she didn’t have it. Her holster was there, but at some point along the way she had lost her gun. She then started to panic a bit. She heard the padding of the feet stop, and the sound of heavy breathing behind her.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, and she turned instantly, ready to defend herself, and the person moved their hand away instantly.
“Easy, Calleigh,” Ryan replied, holding his hands up in surrender, “It’s just me.”
“Ryan, what the hell is—” she froze, noticing something at the corner of his mouth, “—There’s something on your face.”
Ryan reached up and wiped the side of his mouth, and then pulled his hand away to look at the blood that had collected there. He shook his hand, flinging it to the ground.
“I didn’t want you to see that.”
“Too late, I did,” she sighed, placing her hands on her hips, but her voice got softer, “Ryan, what the hell is going on? One minute I was in the morgue, the next there was a giant wolf sitting on my chest.”
“It’s long and complicated, but we need to keep moving,” Ryan replied, taking her arm and starting to lead her away, but she didn’t move.
“Ryan—” she began, closing her eyes, “—tell me one thing before I go with you. Did you really kill someone?”
Ryan looked at her, and she could see him struggling with the answer. See him fighting with himself for what to tell her that wouldn’t make her jump to conclusions about what was going on, or about him.
“Calleigh—I’m not the same person that I was when I did that. I despise the person that I was when I did that.”
“But you did do it,” Calleigh said softly, and he looked at her, pleadingly, trying to make sure she still trusted him.
“I had a reason—”
“Ryan, that doesn’t change anything,” she whispered, tightening her arms around herself.
“Hold off on judgment for a little bit,” Ryan replied, “Let me explain how things work here—who I was. Then decide if you still don’t know me.”
Calleigh hesitated for a second, before taking a step forward to walk with him. “Not exactly like I have a choice, do I?” she sighed, “You’re the only person I’m familiar with here, and you seem to know more about what’s going on than I do. I have to trust you.”
Ryan had to admit that the words stung, but he could understand her point of view. She’d been through a hell of a lot in the past two days, and he was only going to be adding more to that. Hopefully, things would be returning to somewhat of a status quo between them, but until then he would take what he could get.
They walked in silence for a moment, and he watched as her hands reached up to rub the sides of her arms, trying to generate some heat.
“You cold?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“I’m fine,” she replied, shaking her head, “Start explaining. You’re the one who said we had to keep moving.”
“Alright,” Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he began to speak, “I guess it’s best to start from the beginning—”
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...these wolves are scary scary creatures.
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