[Fanfic] The Talonneur
Title: The Talonneur
Author: 04_lover
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 1+2+1 (friendship), future 1x4
Warnings: shonen ai, implied NCS, AU
Summary: The man was right on time. Quatre got inside the car. The man’s name was Bill…or was it Bob? He didn’t know anymore, nor did he even really care -as long as he got paid by the end of the night, what did it matter?
AN: Vice Squad or Vice Unit is a department in many police forces that investigates morality crimes. This includes narcotics, alcohol, prostitution, pornography and gambling. This is the department Heero and Duo are in.
AN2: 'Talonneur' means 'hooker in french. Romantic, I know.
Hope you enjoy :)
***
The man was right on time. Quatre got inside the car. The man’s name was Bill…or was it Bob? He didn’t know anymore, nor did he even really care -as long as he got paid by the end of the night, what did it matter? As his ‘John’ droned on about his life, Quatre looked outside of the window, watching the scenes go by. They stopped at a red light.
“So Quatre…Quatre is a French name, right?”
“Yeah…” he answered vaguely.
“So your French then?”
“Ye-up.”
“You’re prettier than I thought you’d be.”
“Thanks.” He answered distractedly. He was following two cops walking down the street. One was eating a donut -typical- and the other -the one that held his attention- was drinking a coffee. He was tall, roughly 5’12. Dark hair. The cop looked around. They locked eyes. The cop had intense blue eyes. Oh god, he’s gorgeous!
“…and then she said, and this is the best part! She said, ‘You got your turtle stuck on my teapot!’” Quatre turned his attention to Bill who was laughing hysterically.
The light turned green.
“So where are we going…Bill?”
“Somewhere quiet.” So Bill was his name. Somewhere quiet. Go figure. The rest of the ride was in silence.
At last, Bill pulled the car over. They both got out of the car and Quatre looked around. The place was dirty and gritty. The stores all had bars on their windows. He looked at a nearby street sign. El Cajon Blvd.
“Where are we?” Quatre asked nervously.
“Don’t matter, fag.” Bill grabbed at Quatre and covered his mouth, preventing his cry. Bill dragged the fighting Quatre into the nearby alley. He pulled out a hanker chief out of his pocket and tied it around Quatre mouth. He turned him around then and pushed him against the wall. “This, cocksucker, is for Zechs. Next time he won‘t forget Khushrenada’s money.” He reared back his clenched fist and brought it back with as much force as he could muster, contacting with Qautre’s face with a sickeningly sweet crack.
***
Heero could feel a heated gaze on him. He looked around and finally caught the person. Blond hair that gently fell over attractive blue-green eyes met his. Even as far apart as they were, Aaron could see the bleakness reflecting in his them. Wonder what’s wrong in his life…
“Mmm, now this is a good donut!” His partner Duo said. Heero just shooked his head. They walked to their cruiser and got in. “Sure is a cold night…Hey can I have a sip of your coffee?” Heero gave Duo a look. “What?”
“If you wanted a coffee, you should have gotten one.” Heero took a drink from his coffee.
“Well, I didn’t know that by the time we got to the car I would be freezing my ass off.” Duo plopped the rest of his donut in his mouth and wrapped his arms around himself. “Don’ shee shea big problem!”
“Disgusting, Duo! Say it, don’t spray it! Geez.” He wiped off his face and then took another drink from his coffee.
Duo finished chewing his donut and swallowed. “Sorry…I still don’t know what’s the problem though…”
Heero groaned. “Look, you’re a guy-”
“So?”
“-and that’s just gross.”
“Oh. Hey, we’re like brothers from different mothers!”
“I guess.” Another drink.
“…So can I have a drink?”
“Nope, sorry, all gone.” He tipped his coffee cup back and sipped at it’s last drops.
“Bastard.” Duo muttered. Heero just grinned back. “Alright let’s patrol the area and see if we get any calls.”
***
‘Psht!’ The radio crackled onto life.
“Guys, someone has called in reporting a man getting attacked. We suspect it’s a job for the Vice Unit. It’s in your area, can you take it?” Heero picked up the microphone.
“Yeah, we can. Where is it?”
“El Cajon Blvd. Near 5128. Got it?”
“Yeah. We’re on our way.” Heero flicked a switch and sirens roared to life.
***
Heero and Duo jumped out of the cruiser. They jogged up the street, checking every alley.
“Stupid little bitch!” A man yelled. They immediately ran to where the voice was coming from. Coming to an alleyway, they heard soft thumping sounds, someone was being beaten. Duo looked to Heero and signaled him to go into the alley, gun drawn.
“This is the police!” Heero yelled. The man, whoever he was, stopped, leg frozen in their path to the victim’s stomach. He suddenly jolted to life, turned, and ran out the alley.
“Shit!” Heero swore.
“I got him! You stay with the guy and call an ambulance!” Duo yelled and circled around the building, to pick up the attackers trail.
Heero ran back to their cruiser and radioed an ambulance. After he got the task over with, he ran back to where the young man was and inspected his injuries. Noticing first, the hanker chief, he quickly untied it. Dammit, this is bad. He heard a groan from the man.
“Hello? This is the police. I’m Heero. Your going to be alright now.” Heero heard the man’s shuddering breaths. He held the cold body in his arms, trying to keep him warm. “The ambulance will be here soon…” He heard the sirens in the distance. “Your going to be alright.” He repeated.
***
TBC.
Author: 04_lover
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 1+2+1 (friendship), future 1x4
Warnings: shonen ai, implied NCS, AU
Summary: The man was right on time. Quatre got inside the car. The man’s name was Bill…or was it Bob? He didn’t know anymore, nor did he even really care -as long as he got paid by the end of the night, what did it matter?
AN: Vice Squad or Vice Unit is a department in many police forces that investigates morality crimes. This includes narcotics, alcohol, prostitution, pornography and gambling. This is the department Heero and Duo are in.
AN2: 'Talonneur' means 'hooker in french. Romantic, I know.
Hope you enjoy :)
***
The man was right on time. Quatre got inside the car. The man’s name was Bill…or was it Bob? He didn’t know anymore, nor did he even really care -as long as he got paid by the end of the night, what did it matter? As his ‘John’ droned on about his life, Quatre looked outside of the window, watching the scenes go by. They stopped at a red light.
“So Quatre…Quatre is a French name, right?”
“Yeah…” he answered vaguely.
“So your French then?”
“Ye-up.”
“You’re prettier than I thought you’d be.”
“Thanks.” He answered distractedly. He was following two cops walking down the street. One was eating a donut -typical- and the other -the one that held his attention- was drinking a coffee. He was tall, roughly 5’12. Dark hair. The cop looked around. They locked eyes. The cop had intense blue eyes. Oh god, he’s gorgeous!
“…and then she said, and this is the best part! She said, ‘You got your turtle stuck on my teapot!’” Quatre turned his attention to Bill who was laughing hysterically.
The light turned green.
“So where are we going…Bill?”
“Somewhere quiet.” So Bill was his name. Somewhere quiet. Go figure. The rest of the ride was in silence.
At last, Bill pulled the car over. They both got out of the car and Quatre looked around. The place was dirty and gritty. The stores all had bars on their windows. He looked at a nearby street sign. El Cajon Blvd.
“Where are we?” Quatre asked nervously.
“Don’t matter, fag.” Bill grabbed at Quatre and covered his mouth, preventing his cry. Bill dragged the fighting Quatre into the nearby alley. He pulled out a hanker chief out of his pocket and tied it around Quatre mouth. He turned him around then and pushed him against the wall. “This, cocksucker, is for Zechs. Next time he won‘t forget Khushrenada’s money.” He reared back his clenched fist and brought it back with as much force as he could muster, contacting with Qautre’s face with a sickeningly sweet crack.
***
Heero could feel a heated gaze on him. He looked around and finally caught the person. Blond hair that gently fell over attractive blue-green eyes met his. Even as far apart as they were, Aaron could see the bleakness reflecting in his them. Wonder what’s wrong in his life…
“Mmm, now this is a good donut!” His partner Duo said. Heero just shooked his head. They walked to their cruiser and got in. “Sure is a cold night…Hey can I have a sip of your coffee?” Heero gave Duo a look. “What?”
“If you wanted a coffee, you should have gotten one.” Heero took a drink from his coffee.
“Well, I didn’t know that by the time we got to the car I would be freezing my ass off.” Duo plopped the rest of his donut in his mouth and wrapped his arms around himself. “Don’ shee shea big problem!”
“Disgusting, Duo! Say it, don’t spray it! Geez.” He wiped off his face and then took another drink from his coffee.
Duo finished chewing his donut and swallowed. “Sorry…I still don’t know what’s the problem though…”
Heero groaned. “Look, you’re a guy-”
“So?”
“-and that’s just gross.”
“Oh. Hey, we’re like brothers from different mothers!”
“I guess.” Another drink.
“…So can I have a drink?”
“Nope, sorry, all gone.” He tipped his coffee cup back and sipped at it’s last drops.
“Bastard.” Duo muttered. Heero just grinned back. “Alright let’s patrol the area and see if we get any calls.”
***
‘Psht!’ The radio crackled onto life.
“Guys, someone has called in reporting a man getting attacked. We suspect it’s a job for the Vice Unit. It’s in your area, can you take it?” Heero picked up the microphone.
“Yeah, we can. Where is it?”
“El Cajon Blvd. Near 5128. Got it?”
“Yeah. We’re on our way.” Heero flicked a switch and sirens roared to life.
***
Heero and Duo jumped out of the cruiser. They jogged up the street, checking every alley.
“Stupid little bitch!” A man yelled. They immediately ran to where the voice was coming from. Coming to an alleyway, they heard soft thumping sounds, someone was being beaten. Duo looked to Heero and signaled him to go into the alley, gun drawn.
“This is the police!” Heero yelled. The man, whoever he was, stopped, leg frozen in their path to the victim’s stomach. He suddenly jolted to life, turned, and ran out the alley.
“Shit!” Heero swore.
“I got him! You stay with the guy and call an ambulance!” Duo yelled and circled around the building, to pick up the attackers trail.
Heero ran back to their cruiser and radioed an ambulance. After he got the task over with, he ran back to where the young man was and inspected his injuries. Noticing first, the hanker chief, he quickly untied it. Dammit, this is bad. He heard a groan from the man.
“Hello? This is the police. I’m Heero. Your going to be alright now.” Heero heard the man’s shuddering breaths. He held the cold body in his arms, trying to keep him warm. “The ambulance will be here soon…” He heard the sirens in the distance. “Your going to be alright.” He repeated.
***
TBC.