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lmx_v3point3 at 08:51pm on 16/04/2011 under character: angel (angelus), character: charles gunn, character: lindsey mcdonald, character: unknown, fandom: angel, fanfiction, rating: pg-13, type: pain/death/chaos, type: were/vamp/supernatural, whedonland
lmx_v3point3 at 08:51pm on 16/04/2011 under character: angel (angelus), character: charles gunn, character: lindsey mcdonald, character: unknown, fandom: angel, fanfiction, rating: pg-13, type: pain/death/chaos, type: were/vamp/supernatural, whedonlandFic Collection (Theme - Hands)
Part 4, 20 Points: Blood, Lonely, Rage, Hidden
Author: LMX
Fandom: Angel the Series
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: OMC/OMC (Blood)
Spoilers: All of Angel The Series, up to and including the finale
Warnings: Inaccurate timelines
Edit: Betaed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chokolattejedi, despite other far more important demands on time ;) Thank you hugely.
018. Blood (Unknowns from Gunn's Crew, 363)
Joel's not staring, he just glanced over to check out the front page headline of the paper Donnie is reading, but he's distracted by the tiny marks on the skin of his hand - only just visible at this distance. He moves his head, just so he can see the rest of Donnie's hand and down to his wrist.
It looked kind of like a graze or maybe a bad bruise, but there was such a neat pattern to it. Maybe a dark henna tattoo? Not really his style, but then Joel wasn't going to judge a man on what he wanted to paint himself with so long as he was willing to stand up at nightfall and kill some vamps with them. Thing was, closer he got the less it looked like something painted on, the more it looked like... needle marks. He might have assumed drugs if he didn't know better. Or worse.
"Who's bleeding you?" he demanded, close enough to grab the guy's hand and hold it, examine the pattern of tiny puncture wounds.
"What?" Donnie pulled away sharply. "No one. Why would you ask that?"
"Your hands, man. It looks like the fucker's made a pincushion out of your hands."
Donnie glanced down, put the paper to one side carefully. "Look, it's not..." he started.
"They're neat too," Joel observed with growing horror. "You aren't struggling. Are you letting this happen?"
Donnie looks uncomfortable, maybe embarrassed. It's hard to tell with how angry Joel's getting.
"He says he can taste the day on me," Donnie murmured quietly. "When he drinks from my hands. He only takes a little bit, and it's like getting high, man. Only we both feel good after."
"Fuck, what are you thinking?" Joel demanded, instantly sickened. "It'll feel good until he rips your fucking throat out."
"We ain't like that," he insisted. "*He* ain't like that."
"He's a vampire," Joel replied flatly.
"You say that like it means he's evil."
"It does," he nearly shouted. "It means he's fucking evil. It means he's..." A horrific thought took hold, coupled with the blush rising on the other man's cheeks. "Tell me you ain't dating the monster?"
019. Lonely (Angel + Gunn, 296)
Everyone else had already split, but Gunn grabbed his wrist as he turned to go, closer in to his personal space than they normally got with each other. "You have this 'lone ranger' thing going on," Gunn growled, "Like you're the only one who cares about this city." He shook his head sharply, not dropping the eye contact. "Like you don't have a team at your back, and backup when you need it. It pisses me off, man."
Angel yanked his arm free, and Gunn didn't fight for his hold.
"I am the only one of my kind. I'm am *prophesied* to do something in this city."
"Yeah, like you're all that," Gunn shot back, hands fisting at his side. "It don't mean you're alone, man. And it definitely don't mean that if you stopped doing what you got to do then all hell'd break loose and this city'd turn into vamp central."
"If Angelus broke free..." he starts, but Gunn doesn't let him get any further.
"We'd stop him."
"He'd kill you," Angel looked away, uncomfortable with the thought, with the whole topic of conversation.
"Some of us. Maybe," Gunn shrugged, his hands relaxing at his side. "But we'd stop him."
"I don't want to hurt any of you just because I needed some company along the way. Because I wasn't strong enough to do this alone."
"Trust us to be strong enough," Gunn said, shrugging again lightly and hefting the axe he'd come in with. "We got into this with our eyes wide open. Maybe you don't remember, but I was doing this before you came to town. Wesley too," Gunn thought about that for a minute, "In his own way," he added.
"I trust you," Angel said, but he still walked away alone.
025. Rage (Lindsey, 217)
Lindsey knew the rage he was feeling was irrational. He should have known all along that Angel wouldn't listen to him, he never had before, why should he when Lindsey was trying to save his life?
But the thing was, he'd trusted Angel to listen to him. He'd warned him what Wolfram and Hart were trying to do, and he'd expected to come back to L.A. and find him still very much a happy pain in the senior partners' collective asses, giving Lindsey the opening he needed to walk in there, with every new skill at his fingertips and millennia of knowledge and destroy them all.
He hadn't wanted to fight Angel, not on this battlefield, not with a sword in his hand and real vengeance in his heart. But finding out what Angel had done, how he'd ignored every warning like Lindsey knew nothing. It brought out such a violent rage that it had taken him mere seconds to decide that Angel had picked a side and that was that. His plan was going to be harder now, sure. But with Angel here in Wolfram and Hart HQ representing everything that they stood for...
Well, that just meant he would have to be the first to die. It wasn't a thought Lindsey was altogether uncomfortable with.
095. Hidden (Unknowns, Lindsey, 376)
You became quite an observer of human behaviour as a security guard, because when it was quiet and there wasn't anything else to do you watched. Especially here, in an international airport, with thousands of people from all over the world passing through, going in, coming out again.
Got to the point he and Jimmy were getting pretty good at spotting who was coming home and who was arriving for a holiday or business and who would be met at the gate by family or friends and who would have an unknown driver with an impersonal placard. Who was attached and who wasn't, and who was about to get in trouble from their significant other for ogling the girls in bikinis on their holidays. And, most importantly, who was about to cause trouble.
And it wasn't just about spotting the individual. A person about to cause trouble exuded an aura - Jimmy had hypothesised, though Joe thought the idea of 'auras' was nonsense - that meant the people who knew about it first were the people stood nearby. It might not be visible to a security guard behind a wall of cameras, but the look of people made uncomfortable by someone about to cause trouble was much easier to spot.
There was some of that going on right now on the surveillance cameras - double glances and little frowns and people moving their children just slightly further away. It wasn't everyone - so it wasn't something obvious - but it was something that these people had noticed and had been made uncomfortable by.
Thing was, Joe couldn't for the life of him identify who it was causing the discomfort. He called Jimmy over, and gave a tentative heads up to the guys on the ground, and between them they set about doing a couple of sweeps of the area.
But there was no trouble, and the people stopped frowning, the parents' hands relaxed back to their sides and the children went back to their chaotic Brownian motion and, invisible to the cameras, the tattooed man with a sword strapped down his spine walked unobserved out of the airport and into the L.A. sun, smiling grimly to himself.
Joe didn't relax for the rest of the day.
Part 4, 20 Points: Blood, Lonely, Rage, Hidden
Author: LMX
Fandom: Angel the Series
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: OMC/OMC (Blood)
Spoilers: All of Angel The Series, up to and including the finale
Warnings: Inaccurate timelines
Edit: Betaed by
chokolattejedi, despite other far more important demands on time ;) Thank you hugely.018. Blood (Unknowns from Gunn's Crew, 363)
Joel's not staring, he just glanced over to check out the front page headline of the paper Donnie is reading, but he's distracted by the tiny marks on the skin of his hand - only just visible at this distance. He moves his head, just so he can see the rest of Donnie's hand and down to his wrist.
It looked kind of like a graze or maybe a bad bruise, but there was such a neat pattern to it. Maybe a dark henna tattoo? Not really his style, but then Joel wasn't going to judge a man on what he wanted to paint himself with so long as he was willing to stand up at nightfall and kill some vamps with them. Thing was, closer he got the less it looked like something painted on, the more it looked like... needle marks. He might have assumed drugs if he didn't know better. Or worse.
"Who's bleeding you?" he demanded, close enough to grab the guy's hand and hold it, examine the pattern of tiny puncture wounds.
"What?" Donnie pulled away sharply. "No one. Why would you ask that?"
"Your hands, man. It looks like the fucker's made a pincushion out of your hands."
Donnie glanced down, put the paper to one side carefully. "Look, it's not..." he started.
"They're neat too," Joel observed with growing horror. "You aren't struggling. Are you letting this happen?"
Donnie looks uncomfortable, maybe embarrassed. It's hard to tell with how angry Joel's getting.
"He says he can taste the day on me," Donnie murmured quietly. "When he drinks from my hands. He only takes a little bit, and it's like getting high, man. Only we both feel good after."
"Fuck, what are you thinking?" Joel demanded, instantly sickened. "It'll feel good until he rips your fucking throat out."
"We ain't like that," he insisted. "*He* ain't like that."
"He's a vampire," Joel replied flatly.
"You say that like it means he's evil."
"It does," he nearly shouted. "It means he's fucking evil. It means he's..." A horrific thought took hold, coupled with the blush rising on the other man's cheeks. "Tell me you ain't dating the monster?"
019. Lonely (Angel + Gunn, 296)
Everyone else had already split, but Gunn grabbed his wrist as he turned to go, closer in to his personal space than they normally got with each other. "You have this 'lone ranger' thing going on," Gunn growled, "Like you're the only one who cares about this city." He shook his head sharply, not dropping the eye contact. "Like you don't have a team at your back, and backup when you need it. It pisses me off, man."
Angel yanked his arm free, and Gunn didn't fight for his hold.
"I am the only one of my kind. I'm am *prophesied* to do something in this city."
"Yeah, like you're all that," Gunn shot back, hands fisting at his side. "It don't mean you're alone, man. And it definitely don't mean that if you stopped doing what you got to do then all hell'd break loose and this city'd turn into vamp central."
"If Angelus broke free..." he starts, but Gunn doesn't let him get any further.
"We'd stop him."
"He'd kill you," Angel looked away, uncomfortable with the thought, with the whole topic of conversation.
"Some of us. Maybe," Gunn shrugged, his hands relaxing at his side. "But we'd stop him."
"I don't want to hurt any of you just because I needed some company along the way. Because I wasn't strong enough to do this alone."
"Trust us to be strong enough," Gunn said, shrugging again lightly and hefting the axe he'd come in with. "We got into this with our eyes wide open. Maybe you don't remember, but I was doing this before you came to town. Wesley too," Gunn thought about that for a minute, "In his own way," he added.
"I trust you," Angel said, but he still walked away alone.
025. Rage (Lindsey, 217)
Lindsey knew the rage he was feeling was irrational. He should have known all along that Angel wouldn't listen to him, he never had before, why should he when Lindsey was trying to save his life?
But the thing was, he'd trusted Angel to listen to him. He'd warned him what Wolfram and Hart were trying to do, and he'd expected to come back to L.A. and find him still very much a happy pain in the senior partners' collective asses, giving Lindsey the opening he needed to walk in there, with every new skill at his fingertips and millennia of knowledge and destroy them all.
He hadn't wanted to fight Angel, not on this battlefield, not with a sword in his hand and real vengeance in his heart. But finding out what Angel had done, how he'd ignored every warning like Lindsey knew nothing. It brought out such a violent rage that it had taken him mere seconds to decide that Angel had picked a side and that was that. His plan was going to be harder now, sure. But with Angel here in Wolfram and Hart HQ representing everything that they stood for...
Well, that just meant he would have to be the first to die. It wasn't a thought Lindsey was altogether uncomfortable with.
095. Hidden (Unknowns, Lindsey, 376)
You became quite an observer of human behaviour as a security guard, because when it was quiet and there wasn't anything else to do you watched. Especially here, in an international airport, with thousands of people from all over the world passing through, going in, coming out again.
Got to the point he and Jimmy were getting pretty good at spotting who was coming home and who was arriving for a holiday or business and who would be met at the gate by family or friends and who would have an unknown driver with an impersonal placard. Who was attached and who wasn't, and who was about to get in trouble from their significant other for ogling the girls in bikinis on their holidays. And, most importantly, who was about to cause trouble.
And it wasn't just about spotting the individual. A person about to cause trouble exuded an aura - Jimmy had hypothesised, though Joe thought the idea of 'auras' was nonsense - that meant the people who knew about it first were the people stood nearby. It might not be visible to a security guard behind a wall of cameras, but the look of people made uncomfortable by someone about to cause trouble was much easier to spot.
There was some of that going on right now on the surveillance cameras - double glances and little frowns and people moving their children just slightly further away. It wasn't everyone - so it wasn't something obvious - but it was something that these people had noticed and had been made uncomfortable by.
Thing was, Joe couldn't for the life of him identify who it was causing the discomfort. He called Jimmy over, and gave a tentative heads up to the guys on the ground, and between them they set about doing a couple of sweeps of the area.
But there was no trouble, and the people stopped frowning, the parents' hands relaxed back to their sides and the children went back to their chaotic Brownian motion and, invisible to the cameras, the tattooed man with a sword strapped down his spine walked unobserved out of the airport and into the L.A. sun, smiling grimly to himself.
Joe didn't relax for the rest of the day.