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lillianmorgan
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lillianmorgan requested Angel and Connor, post-NFA. Well... there's something like that right under the cut -- a trio of drabbles for ya!
Special Delivery
I
FedEx never fails, coming to the Reilly's door on the darkest of days.
On screen, LA looks like a hole punched in the bottom of a beer can, contents bleeding in all directions. Ignoring the hushed horror of his family’s television vigil, refusing to join their stunned huddle, Connor is glad to have the distraction of a bell to answer, an envelope to open, documents to read.
Anything to take his mind from the last sight of his father, bloodied and glorious, holding court in the ruins of hell.
With no illusions left to shatter, he is safe at home.
II
There’s no way to tell which one is which, pale houses dotting the pale swath of road at intervals measured in segments of miles instead of feet. The weasel-nosed attendant at the Stop-N-Gas mumbles something about being near the tracks, so Connor keeps driving west until he reaches the place where rails cross the road. Right receives, left transmits, so he turns right.
A Never Forget Chicken Man decal obscures the name on the dented street sign, but he turns in to the gravel and dirt path that pretends to be a road and stops at the first weather-beaten house.
III
Night could fall, or stars, or a portal could open and swallow him whole.
It’s happened before.
Connor knows he can’t will these things, and has lived long enough to know that there are worse places than Q’uor Toth. This, he thinks, is one of them. He thinks of Angel’s eyes, alight with fury and the closest spark he’d ever seen of love, impassioned and tortured and so fucking familiar. Familial.
When the narrow-jawed man with eyes bluer than a gas-fed flame answers the door, Connor’s well-rehearsed words catch in his throat.
“I’m looking for my father. Lindsey McDonald.”
end
Got this idea the other night, and I'm sure it's been done before, but I hadn't seen it. Hope you like this, LM!
lillianmorgan requested Angel and Connor, post-NFA. Well... there's something like that right under the cut -- a trio of drabbles for ya! Special Delivery
I
FedEx never fails, coming to the Reilly's door on the darkest of days.
On screen, LA looks like a hole punched in the bottom of a beer can, contents bleeding in all directions. Ignoring the hushed horror of his family’s television vigil, refusing to join their stunned huddle, Connor is glad to have the distraction of a bell to answer, an envelope to open, documents to read.
Anything to take his mind from the last sight of his father, bloodied and glorious, holding court in the ruins of hell.
With no illusions left to shatter, he is safe at home.
II
There’s no way to tell which one is which, pale houses dotting the pale swath of road at intervals measured in segments of miles instead of feet. The weasel-nosed attendant at the Stop-N-Gas mumbles something about being near the tracks, so Connor keeps driving west until he reaches the place where rails cross the road. Right receives, left transmits, so he turns right.
A Never Forget Chicken Man decal obscures the name on the dented street sign, but he turns in to the gravel and dirt path that pretends to be a road and stops at the first weather-beaten house.
III
Night could fall, or stars, or a portal could open and swallow him whole.
It’s happened before.
Connor knows he can’t will these things, and has lived long enough to know that there are worse places than Q’uor Toth. This, he thinks, is one of them. He thinks of Angel’s eyes, alight with fury and the closest spark he’d ever seen of love, impassioned and tortured and so fucking familiar. Familial.
When the narrow-jawed man with eyes bluer than a gas-fed flame answers the door, Connor’s well-rehearsed words catch in his throat.
“I’m looking for my father. Lindsey McDonald.”
Got this idea the other night, and I'm sure it's been done before, but I hadn't seen it. Hope you like this, LM!
