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FIC: Blue
Title: Blue
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nilchance
Rating: Adult for series as a whole.
A/N: Dark Angel/Supernatural X-Over, part of a 'verse (here). Something else crosses over after Alec. Thank you,poisontaster, for offering your read-through services before 10 am.
It's a full moon night, a blue aura around every star and streetlight. Her light.
He thought, lying in the damp leaves with painpainpain in his neck and Max running away from him, he thought his Lady had left him. He had ached in his heart and he had doubted, but he hadn't surrendered, even as Lydecker bent and felt his pulse, even as he realized that his legs were dead at his hips.
Then Lydecker rose and walked away from him, barking out orders that swam away into darkness. Silence.
Waiting. He expected the knife and the searing overhead flureoscents, the body bag, the anonymous pyre.
Instead there came her light, her light, blue and sweet and painless. He was worthy, she was pleased, she spoke his name like a bell that swelled out the bitter world...
And then, he was here. He is here, crushed to the muddy ground with his weariness. He feels well-used, cleaned and returned to the sheath like a favorite weapon. The sky is clear above him, its scattered white stars just like the ones he saw with Max. He studies them, burning them into his disc-drive memory as he flexes his toes and then his ankles. The muscles move as they should, without pain, and his joy is fierce. He smiles up at her, and he knows she is watching even before he hears air rustling through wings.
"Ben," someone says, a stern low voice that would shatter Ordinary eardrums.
His name. Ben curls his fingers around it like a familiar gun.
Kipping up in one smooth move, blurring-fast for the uncomplicated fun of it, Ben turns his face towards the messenger. Her creature, just like him. They are a unit without betrayal, only the worthy to serve.
The messenger burns silver, but within that glory, Ben can see the form: a slim human male, a worn suit. A tie.
"She sent you for me," Ben says, brimming with pride.
It tilts its head minutely. "Yes," the angel says. "We have work for you."
Ben smiles.
Author:
nilchanceRating: Adult for series as a whole.
A/N: Dark Angel/Supernatural X-Over, part of a 'verse (here). Something else crosses over after Alec. Thank you,
poisontaster, for offering your read-through services before 10 am. It's a full moon night, a blue aura around every star and streetlight. Her light.
He thought, lying in the damp leaves with painpainpain in his neck and Max running away from him, he thought his Lady had left him. He had ached in his heart and he had doubted, but he hadn't surrendered, even as Lydecker bent and felt his pulse, even as he realized that his legs were dead at his hips.
Then Lydecker rose and walked away from him, barking out orders that swam away into darkness. Silence.
Waiting. He expected the knife and the searing overhead flureoscents, the body bag, the anonymous pyre.
Instead there came her light, her light, blue and sweet and painless. He was worthy, she was pleased, she spoke his name like a bell that swelled out the bitter world...
And then, he was here. He is here, crushed to the muddy ground with his weariness. He feels well-used, cleaned and returned to the sheath like a favorite weapon. The sky is clear above him, its scattered white stars just like the ones he saw with Max. He studies them, burning them into his disc-drive memory as he flexes his toes and then his ankles. The muscles move as they should, without pain, and his joy is fierce. He smiles up at her, and he knows she is watching even before he hears air rustling through wings.
"Ben," someone says, a stern low voice that would shatter Ordinary eardrums.
His name. Ben curls his fingers around it like a familiar gun.
Kipping up in one smooth move, blurring-fast for the uncomplicated fun of it, Ben turns his face towards the messenger. Her creature, just like him. They are a unit without betrayal, only the worthy to serve.
The messenger burns silver, but within that glory, Ben can see the form: a slim human male, a worn suit. A tie.
"She sent you for me," Ben says, brimming with pride.
It tilts its head minutely. "Yes," the angel says. "We have work for you."
Ben smiles.
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have I mentioned lately how much I love your brain?
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Jensen Ackles played two characters on Dark Angel. The first time he appeared, he played Ben. Ben was a serial killer who killed priests to make his goddess (the Virgin Mary, aka "The Blue Lady") stronger. At the end of the episode Max snaps his neck. The powers that be liked Jensen's performance so much, they decided to bring him back the next season despite his character being dead. So they created Alec, Ben's twin, who was happily very much alive. *g*
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Ben got short shrift. Alec was nummy, but I always wanted more Ben. Thanks for giving him back--and in tandem with Castiel, working for his Blue Lady? Boy will be a true force.
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Hee, well done! I feel like clapping my hands. *clap, clap, clap*
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I made a couple of little presents for you over in my lj. I hope you like them even half as much as I enjoyed getting caught up on your wonderful stories that I based it on.
We Have Work for You
*hugs*
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Now I'm excited to see if he gets sent back to retrieve Alec or something like that!
I do love Ben's devoted faith but I wish it didn't mean he had to sacrifice people to practice it. *sighs*
Nicely done with the wording.
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