Fathers: Once More With Feeling (3.5/15)
Title: Fathers: Once More With Feeling
Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Nate/Eliot team!ficish, very slight ofc
Verse: BlackKing WhiteKnight!Verse
Summary: Eliot makes his way toward a meeting with his step father when an old friend from BtSV makes an appearance on the story.
Notes: Crack fic I wrote in the last few weeks of school. An alternate take on the first few parts of the next chapter to my story. If well recived (or heck, if I just feel like it) I've got a couple other bits and peices for this.
Chapter one, two, three
Eliot drove down the road in his truck, mind ahead, trying to focus on the task at hand. He was meeting with a mark, going into a meeting with little knowledge of what would happen except that he hoped he might get a chance to get the Phillips children back.
The fact that the mark was his slightly phycotic stepfather and the Phillips children were his neice and nephew?
He pulled the truck to a stop a safe distance from the meeting place, drawing a knife he let out a breath. He couldn’t touch that. It froze him up. When things got personal it was supposed to drive him, make him angry, make him fight harder. But who they were? It terrified him and then before he even realized it it hadn’t done even that. He was moving, functioning like normal but it was in absence of himself.
“I touch the fire and it freezes me
I look into it and it’s black
Why can’t I feel?
My skin should crack and peel…”
He sang absently as he spun the knife lightly in his hand, getting a good grip and trying to prepare himself mentally. For the first time in years his hands fumbled, slipping on the knife and nicking one of his fingers. It wasn’t bad, more of a shock that something so simple had been misjudged…
But he looked at the blood welling up in the cut and dripping. Was it worses than he’d thought? It didn’t hurt. Pain had always been a useful indicator to when there was real damage but he felt nothing.
Nothing. No pain, no fear, no anger… nothing.
He dropped the knife, wipping the blood off on his jeans.
“I want the fire back.”
His cell phone rang, Nate, calling to try to talk him out of doing this probably. Or trying to make him wait for backup or just trying something. There was no time. They couldn’t help him and if they tried they’d just get involved in this mess. No, he had to do this. He had to save them and finish this.
“Now through the smoke they call to me
To make my way across the flames
To save the day, or maybe melt away”
He had to go. He couldn’t linger here forever.
“I guess it’s all the same.”
He got out of the truck and slamed the door shut behind him, raising his voice as he continued on, trying to find that something he’d lost. He’d need it for the fight to come.
“So I will walk through the fire
Cause where else can I turn?
And I will walk through the fire
And let it…”
Joey had breathlessly explained the situation the moment she’d seen the team, telling them what was going on and what Eliot was driving off toward. The team was confused, unsure, and Sophie had broken away from them to go to a different room and just think. She was still furious and trying to think about this wasn’t working. She found herself staring out the window singing softly.
“This torch I bear is scorching me
And Eliot’s been laughing I’ve no doubt
I hope he fries,
Nate’s mine if that bitch dies…”
She sighed, mental images of Eliot barraging her and ending with the way he’d looked as he walked past them to leave to face his step father and that picture of a battered fifteen year old boy...
“I better help him out.”
It was stupid but Eliot would need them all. Why was she the only one who saw that? They shouldn’t delay. Eliot would go and fight and that fire would burn him up. She crossed back into the room where the others were.
“Cause he is drawn to the fire
some people never learn
And he will walk to the fire and let it…”
Nate, Hardison, and Parker had been arguing. Nate had proposed to wait, thinking maybe taking care of this himself would help him work through whatever issues it would bring back. But none of them were certain and Nate found himself wondering aloud.
“Will this do a thing to save him?
Am I leaving too much threatened?
Is my hitter too far gone to care?”
Hardison looked up, equally worried. “What if Eliot is defeated?”
Parker jumped in. “Hardison is right, we’re needed!” She looked up to see Sophie standing in the doorway. “Or we could just wait around and glare.
Almost as one they all shook their heads, grabbing for their gear and heading out to the car.
“We’ll see it through
It’s what we’ll always be there to do
And we will walk to the fire
That point of no return
And we will walk to the fire
And let it.”
Eliot walked through the grass, quiet. The others wouldn’t help him with this mess. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. The Black Knigth was in control now, there was no denying it. He just felt a vauge white noise. He’d go in, face Andrew Lawrence, kill him, loose himself… The others would find him and turn away.
“So one by one they’ll turn from me
Why should my friends face that cold?
But why I froze not one among them knows
And never will be told"
They were driving, speeding, worried. The conversation flipping back and forth focused on Eliot as Parker commented. “He went to that fight so frightened”
Sophie muttered to herself. “First they’ll kill him then I’ll save him”
Hardison groaned, realizing this was a Buffy rip off but unable to stop himself from doing as written. “Everything is turning out so dark.”
Sophie shook her head, changing her mind. “First I’ll save him then I’ll kill him.”
Parker clapped a little gleefully when she thought her next line. “I think this line's just to add tension.”
Nate rubbed his face, really needing a drink. “What will it take to strike the spark?”
Oblivious, though possibly wondering why he was singing Eliot marched toward the barn his voice rising to a crescendo.
“These endless days are finally ending in a blaze
And I will walk to the fire
The point of no return.”
The car appeared behind him barreling down to join him, drowning his voice out with theres.
“And we will walk through the fire
And let it burn”
They climbed out and race after him. "And let it burn"
"Let it bu-" The barn door slammed shut behind him.
Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Nate/Eliot team!ficish, very slight ofc
Verse: BlackKing WhiteKnight!Verse
Summary: Eliot makes his way toward a meeting with his step father when an old friend from BtSV makes an appearance on the story.
Notes: Crack fic I wrote in the last few weeks of school. An alternate take on the first few parts of the next chapter to my story. If well recived (or heck, if I just feel like it) I've got a couple other bits and peices for this.
Chapter one, two, three
Eliot drove down the road in his truck, mind ahead, trying to focus on the task at hand. He was meeting with a mark, going into a meeting with little knowledge of what would happen except that he hoped he might get a chance to get the Phillips children back.
The fact that the mark was his slightly phycotic stepfather and the Phillips children were his neice and nephew?
He pulled the truck to a stop a safe distance from the meeting place, drawing a knife he let out a breath. He couldn’t touch that. It froze him up. When things got personal it was supposed to drive him, make him angry, make him fight harder. But who they were? It terrified him and then before he even realized it it hadn’t done even that. He was moving, functioning like normal but it was in absence of himself.
“I touch the fire and it freezes me
I look into it and it’s black
Why can’t I feel?
My skin should crack and peel…”
He sang absently as he spun the knife lightly in his hand, getting a good grip and trying to prepare himself mentally. For the first time in years his hands fumbled, slipping on the knife and nicking one of his fingers. It wasn’t bad, more of a shock that something so simple had been misjudged…
But he looked at the blood welling up in the cut and dripping. Was it worses than he’d thought? It didn’t hurt. Pain had always been a useful indicator to when there was real damage but he felt nothing.
Nothing. No pain, no fear, no anger… nothing.
He dropped the knife, wipping the blood off on his jeans.
“I want the fire back.”
His cell phone rang, Nate, calling to try to talk him out of doing this probably. Or trying to make him wait for backup or just trying something. There was no time. They couldn’t help him and if they tried they’d just get involved in this mess. No, he had to do this. He had to save them and finish this.
“Now through the smoke they call to me
To make my way across the flames
To save the day, or maybe melt away”
He had to go. He couldn’t linger here forever.
“I guess it’s all the same.”
He got out of the truck and slamed the door shut behind him, raising his voice as he continued on, trying to find that something he’d lost. He’d need it for the fight to come.
“So I will walk through the fire
Cause where else can I turn?
And I will walk through the fire
And let it…”
Joey had breathlessly explained the situation the moment she’d seen the team, telling them what was going on and what Eliot was driving off toward. The team was confused, unsure, and Sophie had broken away from them to go to a different room and just think. She was still furious and trying to think about this wasn’t working. She found herself staring out the window singing softly.
“This torch I bear is scorching me
And Eliot’s been laughing I’ve no doubt
I hope he fries,
Nate’s mine if that bitch dies…”
She sighed, mental images of Eliot barraging her and ending with the way he’d looked as he walked past them to leave to face his step father and that picture of a battered fifteen year old boy...
“I better help him out.”
It was stupid but Eliot would need them all. Why was she the only one who saw that? They shouldn’t delay. Eliot would go and fight and that fire would burn him up. She crossed back into the room where the others were.
“Cause he is drawn to the fire
some people never learn
And he will walk to the fire and let it…”
Nate, Hardison, and Parker had been arguing. Nate had proposed to wait, thinking maybe taking care of this himself would help him work through whatever issues it would bring back. But none of them were certain and Nate found himself wondering aloud.
“Will this do a thing to save him?
Am I leaving too much threatened?
Is my hitter too far gone to care?”
Hardison looked up, equally worried. “What if Eliot is defeated?”
Parker jumped in. “Hardison is right, we’re needed!” She looked up to see Sophie standing in the doorway. “Or we could just wait around and glare.
Almost as one they all shook their heads, grabbing for their gear and heading out to the car.
“We’ll see it through
It’s what we’ll always be there to do
And we will walk to the fire
That point of no return
And we will walk to the fire
And let it.”
Eliot walked through the grass, quiet. The others wouldn’t help him with this mess. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. The Black Knigth was in control now, there was no denying it. He just felt a vauge white noise. He’d go in, face Andrew Lawrence, kill him, loose himself… The others would find him and turn away.
“So one by one they’ll turn from me
Why should my friends face that cold?
But why I froze not one among them knows
And never will be told"
They were driving, speeding, worried. The conversation flipping back and forth focused on Eliot as Parker commented. “He went to that fight so frightened”
Sophie muttered to herself. “First they’ll kill him then I’ll save him”
Hardison groaned, realizing this was a Buffy rip off but unable to stop himself from doing as written. “Everything is turning out so dark.”
Sophie shook her head, changing her mind. “First I’ll save him then I’ll kill him.”
Parker clapped a little gleefully when she thought her next line. “I think this line's just to add tension.”
Nate rubbed his face, really needing a drink. “What will it take to strike the spark?”
Oblivious, though possibly wondering why he was singing Eliot marched toward the barn his voice rising to a crescendo.
“These endless days are finally ending in a blaze
And I will walk to the fire
The point of no return.”
The car appeared behind him barreling down to join him, drowning his voice out with theres.
“And we will walk through the fire
And let it burn”
They climbed out and race after him. "And let it burn"
"Let it bu-" The barn door slammed shut behind him.