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ds_flashfictionCharacters: Vecchio and Kowalski, slashy but no sex yet.
Rating: R for language.
Length: 1000 words
Notes: Set post-Call of the Wild. Done for the "window, throwing something out of" challenge. (In this case it would be caution.)
Warning: Character death, sort of.
I Really Need an Answer, I Really Need a Yes
Ray's dreaming about throwing pebbles at Irene's window, but she never appears, and the dream gets louder and louder until he grumbles awake, and oh, something's hitting his window. What the hell.
He sits up, figuring he'll pull on a dressing gown and go be cautious, stand beside the window and peer out carefully without presenting a target. Probably it's some asshole neighborhood kid just messing with the cop, but you never know. But as soon as he sits up he can see in the moonlight that there's somebody actually at the window. And the hair's familiar.
Ray goes over to the window and throws the sash up, which makes that Christmas poem start bouncing around in his head. "What to my wondering eyes should appear," he says, and yawns. "Kowalski, what are you doing?"
"Oh, you know, was hitting the bars, got bored," Kowalski says, which is when Ray wakes up enough to remember that his bedroom is on the second floor.
"What are you on?" he says, and Kowalski looks at him reproachfully. "Haven't done drugs since I started the Academy, Vecchio," he says. "Well, a few weeks before that, to make sure everything cleared out of the system, you know?"
"No, I mean, what are you on?" Ray says, and sticks his head out the window and looks down. He can't see a thing.
"About that," Kowalski says. "It's--I'm--it's been a weird fuckin' night, Vecchio. You gonna invite me in or what?"
And then he leans in and sniffs at Ray's neck. "You smell good," he says, and Ray jerks his head back in so fast he bangs it against the window.
He sits down on the edge of his bed and just considers things for a while, but the world doesn't start making any more sense.
"Are you making a pass at me?" he says. "While floating?"
"Guilty," Kowalski says cheerfully, and smiles, and in the moonlight his smile is...sharper.
"Oh," Ray says. "Oh, fuck."
"Yeah, not what I was expecting out of my night either," Kowalski says. "Got jumped by three guys coming out of the bar, and when one of the fuckers went for my throat I figured I was dead. Which I guess I was. Am. Technically."
He stretches out and...lies down in the air outside the window, which makes Ray's brain hurt. "It's pretty great, though, Vecchio, I gotta say. I got the flying thing happening, and I'm really strong, and my hearing is fantastic and I don't need glasses anymore--I bet I'd be an even better shot, now--and I just feel really...alive."
"Ironic," Ray says. He's chatting. He can't believe he's chatting. He should be--calling Fraser up in Canada to ask him how to whittle, or something. That'd go well. "Are you just looking for the stress relief of the process, Ray, or do you wish to learn more product-centered whittling techniques? Representational sculpture, perhaps?" "Stakes, Fraser." "Ah."
"I'm kinda lonely, though," Kowalski says, and does a slow roll in midair, like he was on a spit. "And cold. And horny. And hungry."
"Yeah, well, the 'hungry's not really selling it, there," Ray says.
"Probably should have left that part out."
"Uh-huh." Ray puts his face in his hands for a minute, just trying to think. Everybody else in the house is off on the yearly jaunt to Ma's sister in Florida, so at least he doesn't have to worry about toddlers getting undead, or anything. He can feel, somewhere off in the back of his head, rage building about the fact that these guys killed a cop, killed his partner, but the fact that the partner is question is currently talking to him and spinning slowly outside his window is--slowing the ragebuild up a little bit with sheer confusion.
"What are we gonna do here, Kowalski?" he says. "What are the--rules? All that stuff about sunlight and crosses and beheadings, is that real? Do you have to drink blood? Does it have to be people blood, or will animals work? Do you gotta kill the people you drink from, or can you...sip?"
Kowalski stops spinning and glares at him. "You know, Vecchio, the guy who bit me in the throat and shoved his fucking bloody wrist in my mouth didn't leave me a brochure. I don't know what the rules are. I can see your cross from here and I still want to bite your neck, I want that a lot, so I'm guessing the cross doesn't work. I don't have any particular urge to kill you--well, no more than usual--so maybe I can just sip. I hope I can, because I really don't want to kill you, Vecchio. But I don't even have words for how much I want to bite you, and Vecchio? I kinda wanted that before this happened."
"Oh," Ray says. "I'd been wondering."
He walks over to the window and stands close, puts his hands on the sill. "But the invitation thing, that's real?"
"Seems to be," Kowalski says. "Because I really wanna be in there. But I'm still out here."
"Yeah," Ray says, and leans his forehead against the upper panes. He's supposed to say no, of course he is, but he's having trouble coming up with a reason to. His partnership with Kowalski was going so great, Welsh was loving their solve rate and they got along surprisingly well and--okay, it was the only thing in his life that was going good, that wasn't just shit.
And he'd noticed Kowalski looking at him lately and done a little looking himself, and been thinking maybe, maybe. He tries to picture what tomorrow will be like if he closes the window and pulls down the shade and leaves Kowalski out there alone and cold and dead. He doesn't like the tomorrow he's picturing.
"Vecchio," Kowalski says, softly. "It's--there's a lot of cool stuff to it but it's a little scary, too. I'm. I'm scared, okay? Let me in."
And fuck, that tears it, that's his partner out there, and Ray says, "Come in," and Kowalski smiles.
---end---
Rating: R for language.
Length: 1000 words
Notes: Set post-Call of the Wild. Done for the "window, throwing something out of" challenge. (In this case it would be caution.)
Warning: Character death, sort of.
I Really Need an Answer, I Really Need a Yes
Ray's dreaming about throwing pebbles at Irene's window, but she never appears, and the dream gets louder and louder until he grumbles awake, and oh, something's hitting his window. What the hell.
He sits up, figuring he'll pull on a dressing gown and go be cautious, stand beside the window and peer out carefully without presenting a target. Probably it's some asshole neighborhood kid just messing with the cop, but you never know. But as soon as he sits up he can see in the moonlight that there's somebody actually at the window. And the hair's familiar.
Ray goes over to the window and throws the sash up, which makes that Christmas poem start bouncing around in his head. "What to my wondering eyes should appear," he says, and yawns. "Kowalski, what are you doing?"
"Oh, you know, was hitting the bars, got bored," Kowalski says, which is when Ray wakes up enough to remember that his bedroom is on the second floor.
"What are you on?" he says, and Kowalski looks at him reproachfully. "Haven't done drugs since I started the Academy, Vecchio," he says. "Well, a few weeks before that, to make sure everything cleared out of the system, you know?"
"No, I mean, what are you on?" Ray says, and sticks his head out the window and looks down. He can't see a thing.
"About that," Kowalski says. "It's--I'm--it's been a weird fuckin' night, Vecchio. You gonna invite me in or what?"
And then he leans in and sniffs at Ray's neck. "You smell good," he says, and Ray jerks his head back in so fast he bangs it against the window.
He sits down on the edge of his bed and just considers things for a while, but the world doesn't start making any more sense.
"Are you making a pass at me?" he says. "While floating?"
"Guilty," Kowalski says cheerfully, and smiles, and in the moonlight his smile is...sharper.
"Oh," Ray says. "Oh, fuck."
"Yeah, not what I was expecting out of my night either," Kowalski says. "Got jumped by three guys coming out of the bar, and when one of the fuckers went for my throat I figured I was dead. Which I guess I was. Am. Technically."
He stretches out and...lies down in the air outside the window, which makes Ray's brain hurt. "It's pretty great, though, Vecchio, I gotta say. I got the flying thing happening, and I'm really strong, and my hearing is fantastic and I don't need glasses anymore--I bet I'd be an even better shot, now--and I just feel really...alive."
"Ironic," Ray says. He's chatting. He can't believe he's chatting. He should be--calling Fraser up in Canada to ask him how to whittle, or something. That'd go well. "Are you just looking for the stress relief of the process, Ray, or do you wish to learn more product-centered whittling techniques? Representational sculpture, perhaps?" "Stakes, Fraser." "Ah."
"I'm kinda lonely, though," Kowalski says, and does a slow roll in midair, like he was on a spit. "And cold. And horny. And hungry."
"Yeah, well, the 'hungry's not really selling it, there," Ray says.
"Probably should have left that part out."
"Uh-huh." Ray puts his face in his hands for a minute, just trying to think. Everybody else in the house is off on the yearly jaunt to Ma's sister in Florida, so at least he doesn't have to worry about toddlers getting undead, or anything. He can feel, somewhere off in the back of his head, rage building about the fact that these guys killed a cop, killed his partner, but the fact that the partner is question is currently talking to him and spinning slowly outside his window is--slowing the ragebuild up a little bit with sheer confusion.
"What are we gonna do here, Kowalski?" he says. "What are the--rules? All that stuff about sunlight and crosses and beheadings, is that real? Do you have to drink blood? Does it have to be people blood, or will animals work? Do you gotta kill the people you drink from, or can you...sip?"
Kowalski stops spinning and glares at him. "You know, Vecchio, the guy who bit me in the throat and shoved his fucking bloody wrist in my mouth didn't leave me a brochure. I don't know what the rules are. I can see your cross from here and I still want to bite your neck, I want that a lot, so I'm guessing the cross doesn't work. I don't have any particular urge to kill you--well, no more than usual--so maybe I can just sip. I hope I can, because I really don't want to kill you, Vecchio. But I don't even have words for how much I want to bite you, and Vecchio? I kinda wanted that before this happened."
"Oh," Ray says. "I'd been wondering."
He walks over to the window and stands close, puts his hands on the sill. "But the invitation thing, that's real?"
"Seems to be," Kowalski says. "Because I really wanna be in there. But I'm still out here."
"Yeah," Ray says, and leans his forehead against the upper panes. He's supposed to say no, of course he is, but he's having trouble coming up with a reason to. His partnership with Kowalski was going so great, Welsh was loving their solve rate and they got along surprisingly well and--okay, it was the only thing in his life that was going good, that wasn't just shit.
And he'd noticed Kowalski looking at him lately and done a little looking himself, and been thinking maybe, maybe. He tries to picture what tomorrow will be like if he closes the window and pulls down the shade and leaves Kowalski out there alone and cold and dead. He doesn't like the tomorrow he's picturing.
"Vecchio," Kowalski says, softly. "It's--there's a lot of cool stuff to it but it's a little scary, too. I'm. I'm scared, okay? Let me in."
And fuck, that tears it, that's his partner out there, and Ray says, "Come in," and Kowalski smiles.
---end---
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Date: 2010-07-19 04:18 am (UTC)(Yay fic!)
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Date: 2010-07-19 01:54 pm (UTC)*goes to fix*
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Date: 2010-07-20 08:43 am (UTC)(And eeeee! *shivers* But-- do vampires float?)
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Date: 2010-07-20 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 06:23 pm (UTC)AND RAY LETS HIM INNNN! Of course he does. *loves Ray*
Already I am loving the world you're setting up, it has vampires in it, and NOW THERE IS A VAMPIRE COP!
I might like vampire stories a little. Possibly. *looks shifty*
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Date: 2010-07-20 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-21 11:53 pm (UTC)By which to say, I adored this story. Oh, Rays!
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Date: 2010-08-03 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 06:50 pm (UTC)Wow.
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Date: 2010-07-20 02:32 am (UTC)*waves at you in a non-scary manner*
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Date: 2010-07-20 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-20 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 07:25 pm (UTC)*barks!* Ha! This. is. awesome.
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Date: 2010-07-20 02:34 am (UTC)Vampire Kowalski
Date: 2010-07-20 04:37 am (UTC)Re: Vampire Kowalski
Date: 2010-07-20 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-26 12:22 pm (UTC)Great stuff! &hearts
*uses only vampire icon*
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Date: 2010-07-26 11:52 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-08-01 03:52 pm (UTC)Wow, this didn't where I was expecting it to go, not that I had much expectation. Well, okay, I expected he had climbed up to the second floor, I guess.
I really like the bit at the end, where he stops trying to be tough and admits he's scared.
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Date: 2010-08-03 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-03 01:04 pm (UTC)If you weren't already one of my very favourite authors, this story alone would have done it.
Thank you for this wonderful fic and please, please, pleeeaase may we have some more?
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Date: 2010-08-03 02:03 pm (UTC)And yeah, I think this gets a continuation at some point. (Right now I'm kind of nudging at my Big Bang that I wasn't able to finish earlier this year, though...)
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Date: 2010-08-12 04:49 am (UTC)Awesome.
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