GW fanfic - Deal-breaker Chapter 1
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kikoteiAfter much beating of noggins against walls, chapter 1 is done, beta'd and titled. I know ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zerotwofan has been waiting to see what I was doing with this.
Title: Deal-breaker
Author: Amy
Email: deathscythehellcustom@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.kikotei.net/
Series: Chapter 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 2+1, eventual 1x2x1
Category: 1st Person POV, AU, Crossover
Warnings: Adult Themes, Homicide, Supernatural
Summary: An investigation gone to hell. Literally.
Notes: Huge thanks to Madamhydra for the beta, and playing word games with me until a title popped up. Crossover, fusiony thing with a novel series. Cookies if you figure it out!
Deal-breaker
Chapter 1
Names are important, because they give us power.
Or give others power over us.
I’ll give you three guesses which option I prefer. And the first two don’t count. I don’t mind giving people my adopted name. After all, it certainly isn’t my birth name. Now most might think that I don’t know my birth name, and those individuals would be wrong. Just because I grew up on the street, doesn’t mean I don’t remember my name. All the kids changed their names on the street; you began life anew in the filthy, litter strewn back alleys. Besides, it’s far easier than coming up with an alias every time I need to talk to some one. Aliases sound so damn fake anyway. Besides, do you know how embarrassing and potentially dangerous it is to forget what name you’re using? Quatre certainly doesn’t let me. Little shit.
My name is Duo Maxwell. I’m a pilot, former terrorist, current Preventer and mostly trained wizard. The wizard thing is not the sort of thing that I actively advertise to the world at large. I mean, who would take you seriously in this day and age of technological marvels if you claimed to be a wizard. One way ticket to a padded room and a nice cocktail of drugs. Hell, I’m not even completely sure that the whole thing hasn’t been one big delusion.
I’ve tried to avoid using any of my ‘talents’ anywhere outside of my tiny little apartment, but sometimes one has to give up security in order to keep your head. I mean, how do you think I managed to cause so much mayhem all on my lonesome during that fake-ass Operation Meteor and the Eve Wars? A couple of well-placed and constructed spells turned my partner into a giant protective talisman.
Speaking of partners, I want to know what genius in this office though pairing me up with the great Heero Yuy would be a smart idea. I would dearly love to strap a small, timed charge under their chair. Not enough to hurt, mind you, just enough to scare the crap outta them. As for Yuy, it’s not that I don’t like the guy, really I do. Like him that is. We just annoy the living daylights out of each other on a regular basis.
That and I would really like to get into the man’s pants. Just once, that’s all I ask, because I know once may be all I get before he strangles me. Truth be told, I’m reasonably sure Heero wouldn’t strangle me, but I’m not quite ready to risk a perfectly good friendship and working relationship quite yet.
But enough with the lusting after my partner during office hours because judging from the persistent knocking on my door something needs my attention.
“Open it before you knock it down!” I shout between hits.
Opening the door partway, Agent Wickes watches me for a moment. While Commander Une and the various and sundry people in charge have kept the identities of the Gundam pilots very hush-hush, the way Wickes stares at me sometimes is a bit unnerving. Staring almost as if he’s trying to see inside me.
“Agent Maxwell, we got a call from the local PD. Seems they have something out of their league. The Boss offered you and Yuy as the sacrifice of the day.”
Ooh, joy. If the locals are calling us in then chances are that it’s something really big and ugly. On top of that if the PD found it first, chances are they’ve had it for sometime and now are expecting a miracle. “Any clue what it is?”
“Nope. Have fun Maxwell.”
“Did you tell Agent Yuy yet?”
The smirk that graced Wickes face was possitively evil. Damn, almost as good as mine. “He’s your partner, I think you should have that honor.”
Now I know I should have stayed in bed. I’m really gonna hate this. I can tell already.
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“That’s all we’ve got so far, buddy. Location, the detective in charge, and a whole lot of nothing else.”
Heero is silent beside me, absorbing all the information without a word, as we make out way to the car that the motor pool assigned us. After the clerk pointedly gave the keys to Heero. I tell you, one accident with a tank and you’re marked for life. I’d be vindictive and share Heero’s history with emergency services vehicles, but then we’d be stuck using our own cars.
“So, Heero – ack, stupid tie – what do you – death traps, these things – think was so big they had to call us for help?” Did I mention I hate ties? For that matter I hate uniforms. There’s nothing like making yourself an obvious target, the stupid things just scream ‘shoot me’. I just don’t seem to have the knack for tying those ugly green ties we have to wear, and the terrorist in me is bitching that I shouldn’t be wearing things that some one else can use to strangle me in a fight. “That’s it, I am so not wearing this! Screw the regs.”
“Duo.”
“Yes?” Oh, go me, I dragged that out at least an extra syllable or two. Double points for me, Heero’s expression just went from it’s usual flat to ‘Maxwell could stand a flattening’. Sadly the kissing pavement kind, not the kissing mattress kind.
Next thing I know, there’s callused fingers wrapped around my wrist and I’m practically flung in the nearest car. Normally I would be up in arms about this kind of treatment from anyone else, but damn, I think one of my fantasies last week started something like this.
“Um, Heero, man…” My tie is rather brusquely plucked from my fingers. “Uh. That’s my tie…”
Before I can protest my handling or the subsequent abduction of my tie warm, sturdy fingers are under my collar, lifting it up. And I swear, when those thumbs brushed my skin I must have zoned. Who knew that the sensation of thumbnails barely scraping the skin there could be so incredibly erotic in this situation? I only have a vague recollection of him efficiently tying the knot that made me look somewhat presentable and professional. After that my next clear memory is Heero patting the tie a bit, silently proclaiming its completion.
“Next time,” Heero briefly drops his hand on my shoulder, “ask.”
Wow. I do believe I’ve been rendered speechless.
-------------------
The area around the crime scene was very nearly crawling with cops and people from the local ME’s office. Funny thing was, looking at them, they all looked like they were just about ready to jump out of their own skins if it meant they could get out here.
I don’t even need to see what’s got the cops so antsy to know that this investigation has just gone straight to hell.
TBC
zerotwofan has been waiting to see what I was doing with this.Title: Deal-breaker
Author: Amy
Email: deathscythehellcustom@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.kikotei.net/
Series: Chapter 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 2+1, eventual 1x2x1
Category: 1st Person POV, AU, Crossover
Warnings: Adult Themes, Homicide, Supernatural
Summary: An investigation gone to hell. Literally.
Notes: Huge thanks to Madamhydra for the beta, and playing word games with me until a title popped up. Crossover, fusiony thing with a novel series. Cookies if you figure it out!
Deal-breaker
Chapter 1
Names are important, because they give us power.
Or give others power over us.
I’ll give you three guesses which option I prefer. And the first two don’t count. I don’t mind giving people my adopted name. After all, it certainly isn’t my birth name. Now most might think that I don’t know my birth name, and those individuals would be wrong. Just because I grew up on the street, doesn’t mean I don’t remember my name. All the kids changed their names on the street; you began life anew in the filthy, litter strewn back alleys. Besides, it’s far easier than coming up with an alias every time I need to talk to some one. Aliases sound so damn fake anyway. Besides, do you know how embarrassing and potentially dangerous it is to forget what name you’re using? Quatre certainly doesn’t let me. Little shit.
My name is Duo Maxwell. I’m a pilot, former terrorist, current Preventer and mostly trained wizard. The wizard thing is not the sort of thing that I actively advertise to the world at large. I mean, who would take you seriously in this day and age of technological marvels if you claimed to be a wizard. One way ticket to a padded room and a nice cocktail of drugs. Hell, I’m not even completely sure that the whole thing hasn’t been one big delusion.
I’ve tried to avoid using any of my ‘talents’ anywhere outside of my tiny little apartment, but sometimes one has to give up security in order to keep your head. I mean, how do you think I managed to cause so much mayhem all on my lonesome during that fake-ass Operation Meteor and the Eve Wars? A couple of well-placed and constructed spells turned my partner into a giant protective talisman.
Speaking of partners, I want to know what genius in this office though pairing me up with the great Heero Yuy would be a smart idea. I would dearly love to strap a small, timed charge under their chair. Not enough to hurt, mind you, just enough to scare the crap outta them. As for Yuy, it’s not that I don’t like the guy, really I do. Like him that is. We just annoy the living daylights out of each other on a regular basis.
That and I would really like to get into the man’s pants. Just once, that’s all I ask, because I know once may be all I get before he strangles me. Truth be told, I’m reasonably sure Heero wouldn’t strangle me, but I’m not quite ready to risk a perfectly good friendship and working relationship quite yet.
But enough with the lusting after my partner during office hours because judging from the persistent knocking on my door something needs my attention.
“Open it before you knock it down!” I shout between hits.
Opening the door partway, Agent Wickes watches me for a moment. While Commander Une and the various and sundry people in charge have kept the identities of the Gundam pilots very hush-hush, the way Wickes stares at me sometimes is a bit unnerving. Staring almost as if he’s trying to see inside me.
“Agent Maxwell, we got a call from the local PD. Seems they have something out of their league. The Boss offered you and Yuy as the sacrifice of the day.”
Ooh, joy. If the locals are calling us in then chances are that it’s something really big and ugly. On top of that if the PD found it first, chances are they’ve had it for sometime and now are expecting a miracle. “Any clue what it is?”
“Nope. Have fun Maxwell.”
“Did you tell Agent Yuy yet?”
The smirk that graced Wickes face was possitively evil. Damn, almost as good as mine. “He’s your partner, I think you should have that honor.”
Now I know I should have stayed in bed. I’m really gonna hate this. I can tell already.
-------------------
“That’s all we’ve got so far, buddy. Location, the detective in charge, and a whole lot of nothing else.”
Heero is silent beside me, absorbing all the information without a word, as we make out way to the car that the motor pool assigned us. After the clerk pointedly gave the keys to Heero. I tell you, one accident with a tank and you’re marked for life. I’d be vindictive and share Heero’s history with emergency services vehicles, but then we’d be stuck using our own cars.
“So, Heero – ack, stupid tie – what do you – death traps, these things – think was so big they had to call us for help?” Did I mention I hate ties? For that matter I hate uniforms. There’s nothing like making yourself an obvious target, the stupid things just scream ‘shoot me’. I just don’t seem to have the knack for tying those ugly green ties we have to wear, and the terrorist in me is bitching that I shouldn’t be wearing things that some one else can use to strangle me in a fight. “That’s it, I am so not wearing this! Screw the regs.”
“Duo.”
“Yes?” Oh, go me, I dragged that out at least an extra syllable or two. Double points for me, Heero’s expression just went from it’s usual flat to ‘Maxwell could stand a flattening’. Sadly the kissing pavement kind, not the kissing mattress kind.
Next thing I know, there’s callused fingers wrapped around my wrist and I’m practically flung in the nearest car. Normally I would be up in arms about this kind of treatment from anyone else, but damn, I think one of my fantasies last week started something like this.
“Um, Heero, man…” My tie is rather brusquely plucked from my fingers. “Uh. That’s my tie…”
Before I can protest my handling or the subsequent abduction of my tie warm, sturdy fingers are under my collar, lifting it up. And I swear, when those thumbs brushed my skin I must have zoned. Who knew that the sensation of thumbnails barely scraping the skin there could be so incredibly erotic in this situation? I only have a vague recollection of him efficiently tying the knot that made me look somewhat presentable and professional. After that my next clear memory is Heero patting the tie a bit, silently proclaiming its completion.
“Next time,” Heero briefly drops his hand on my shoulder, “ask.”
Wow. I do believe I’ve been rendered speechless.
-------------------
The area around the crime scene was very nearly crawling with cops and people from the local ME’s office. Funny thing was, looking at them, they all looked like they were just about ready to jump out of their own skins if it meant they could get out here.
I don’t even need to see what’s got the cops so antsy to know that this investigation has just gone straight to hell.
TBC
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Date: 2005-11-06 01:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 05:09 pm (UTC)I'm hoping that you and Hydra will help keep me on track to finish this. Seeing as I have such a hard time finishing the fics I start. heh.
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Date: 2005-11-07 03:03 am (UTC)"A couple of well-placed and constructed spells turned my partner into a giant protective talisman." and there we have a great teaser to keep me coming back for more. A little hint regarding Duo's capabilities and how he applies them.
"...I think one of my fantasies last week started something like this." nice little bit of levity, emphasizes Duo's interest. Now, I wonder if that's one of Heero's 'interests' too, hmmm? :-)
um... vaguely reminds me of some books about a private detective/wizard named Harry, I think... dresden?
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Date: 2005-11-07 06:29 pm (UTC)nice little bit of levity, emphasizes Duo's interest. Now, I wonder if that's one of Heero's 'interests' too, hmmm? :-)
My Duo voice can't help himself. He has to find ways to be funny and sarcastic. It's fun, but hard to write sometimes. As far as Heero's 'interests', well, that remains to be seen. ::grin::
vaguely reminds me of some books about a private detective/wizard BINGO! Cookie for you. ^___^ I demolished the first 4 books in a matter of weeks, and thought that Harry's inner voice and Duo's inner voice sounded very similar.
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Date: 2005-11-07 10:01 pm (UTC)::dangling pocky box just out of reach::
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Date: 2005-11-08 12:42 am (UTC)Oooo, pocky ::jumpjump::