RPS Fic: Friendly Fire (2/2) (Wizard'verse)
Title: Friendly Fire (2/2)
Authors: Kathie and Ginny yakihngenit
Word Count: 4088
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Series: Wizard ‘verse
Warnings: RPS, slash, au, magic
Pairings: Chris Osgood/Kris Draper, Steve Yzerman/Brendan Shanahan, Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg, Nick Lidstrom/Andreas Lilja
Rating: FRM
Summary: Steve’s visions start to come true.
Authors’ Notes: Because the rumor that all teachers are evil is true and because it seemed like fun.
To find the earlier parts in this universe, follow this tag.
Part 1
~*~*~
Pavel and Lilja moved to intercept Chris as soon as pulled to a stop in the driveway.
"What the plan?" Pavel demanded.
"Go in, overwhelm the demon, save Drapes," Chris replied and took a deep breath. "He should be asleep."
"Not if feeling your agitation," Lils said and ran a hand over the blade of his stick. "And I think he felt it."
"Okay," Chris said and sucked in a deep breath. "I go in. I tell him I'm worried about Steve. You two sneak in, in a few minutes."
"Five minutes," Pavel said firmly and touched his stick against Chris', to form a connection. "Be careful."
Chris reached out, following the energy lines of his friends and the ones that ran around the house, trying to steady himself. "Five minutes," he agreed.
"Time ticking now," Pavel nodded and pulled his stick back. "Good luck."
"Thanks," Chris whispered and carefully made his way into the house.
It was quiet, as it was supposed to be, but to Chris, it was suddenly too quiet. He swallowed and gripped his stick tighter as he quietly went toward the stairs.
He kept a close eye out for his Companion, trying to feel for him, but by the time he sensed Kris, he barely had time to brace himself before the other man hit, sending them tumbling down the stairs.
He gave a surprised yell as he lost his grip on his stick. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glance at his Companion. Blood was smeared over Kris face and dripping down, his eyes had rolled back in his skull, and something was definitely moving under his skin.
He yanked together enough energy around him to cushion part of the fall and then tried to roll onto his feet. "Kris," he whispered.
Kris growled and attacked him again.
Chris wrapped his hands in Kris' blue shirt and struggled to throw him off.
Kris growled again, and this time, there was no doubt that something was moving under his skin, trying to rip through.
"Stop!" Chris shouted.
The thing that had once been his Companion, his lover and his best friend snarled and lunged toward Chris' throat again.
Chris started the familiar incantation, fighting to keep going as Kris' fingers wrapped around his throat.
Kris growled and let go of Chris' throat with one hand to backhand him. Chris felt his own teeth cut into the soft skin of the inside of his cheek, and then the taste of blood exploded through his mouth.
"You can't have him," he snarled at the being inside of his Companion.
The Demon twisted Kris' head to the side and snarled at Chris again. "I already have him," it hissed before applying more pressure to Chris' throat.
"You won't keep him."
"I'll destroy you and then him," he snarled.
Chris forced air into his lungs and started to chant the incantation again. Blood was dripping down on him, Kris' blood, but he knew he couldn't hesitate anymore.
He groaned when he was slammed back against the floor and struggled to keep talking. To his relief, he could hear the incantation being continued by people rushing toward them.
The demon howled and tried to reach Chris' throat again, to snap his neck or strangle him completely, he didn't know. He didn't want to find out.
Chris twisted, finally managing to knock the demon off of him and he rolled away.
He could hear incantations and spells flying through the air, the brush of magic as Pavel and Andreas dealt with the demon, but he couldn't bring himself to lift his head off of his arms or open his eyes.
"Chris. Chris. Chris!"
"Yeah," he finally managed to ask, forcing his eyes open.
"You need to break the final link," Lilja ordered him.
Chris swallowed heavily, but he rolled to his knees and slowly started to stand. "My stick," he said, his voice shaking.
Pavel handed it to him silently as he kept his own trained on Kris and the demon.
Chris gripped his stick tightly, noticing that his hands were slick with blood. He didn't want to think about it, but when the stick almost slipped out of his grasp a second time, he swallowed against the nausea that had settled deep in his throat and stomach and quickly wiped his palms on his pants.
This was Kris' blood.
And it was on his hands because he - Chris, the Wizard of Oz, leader of Wizards - had failed to detect a demon presence close to him for more than eight weeks.
"You won't do it," the demon snapped with one last show of defiance.
Chris watched as the skin on Kris' bare left arm ripped and something dark, slimy that reminded him of a tentacle tried to wriggle free.
Moving quickly, he tossed nearly all of his magic at that spot, bracing around the wound as he pulled the demon from his Companion, shouting the last words needed to cast out the demon. Screams filled the air, but he wasn't sure if they came from Kirk, the demon or himself.
Blood rushed in his ears, and he dropped his stick and fell to his knees, losing the fight against the nausea.
He felt arms wrap around him, holding him up but it wasn't until he managed to look to Kris again and saw Lilja there that he realized it was Pavel. "Is he?" he asked hoarsely.
Pavel shook his head. "Not dead," he said gently. "But close. How are you?"
"Doesn't matter right now," Chris said, watching as blood continued to pour from Kris' body. "We need to get him somewhere. Call Steve and let him know what happened."
"Hospital," Andreas said briefly and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket while tapping Kris' shoulder gently with his stick, to stop or at least slow the blood flow.
"I can't carry him," Chris whispered.
"I think it would be best if nobody carries him, at all," Andreas said. "His spine might be injured. I saw that happen a few times, back at home, when people are possessed for some time...it's always the spine." He swallowed.
"Call 911 then," Chris said. He pushed himself to his feet and headed for the phone.
He could hear Andreas' voice behind him, muttering angrily, "What does he think I just did?" but the words didn't really penetrate the thick fog in his brain.
Pavel caught him before he could fall to the ground when he tripped over his own feet. "You sit," he ordered Chris, pushing him toward the large, overstuffed chair.
Chris reached out, trying to see the energy lines of all of them. His magic seemed to slip through his control like water through a leaky glass but the fog did clear a bit. "Sorry," he told Andreas ruefully when he realized what the man had said.
"Sit down," Andreas said gently. "Help is coming." He turned his cell phone in his hands. "I'm going to call Nick," he then said. "You need a focal point. Your magic is all frayed and over the place."
"I don't understand how I didn't sense this," Chris said, nodding slightly in acknowledge to Andreas.
"Ask Johan?" Pavel suggested.
Chris shook his head slightly. "How could I have missed this?" he murmured. "In Kris?"
"It planned," Pavel said. "It sneaky. It know you trust Drapes more than anyone."
"But...the tiredness. The nose bleeding. How could I've missed that?"
"Humans have nosebleeds too," Pavel reminded him. He flinched when he heard Drapes moan painfully and then fall silent.
"But not Drapes. Not without getting high-sticked, or..." Chris swallowed against a new wave of nausea. "I'm such an idiot." He purposefully didn't turn around to look at where his Companion still was lying.
"And I didn't realize that mine was a half-demon," Dan said irritably. "Can you help him before the paramedics get here?"
"Help him?" Chris asked and swallowed again.
"More than what I did. Do we just wait and watch him bleed to death?"
Chris gagged again, but he pulled himself together firmly and kneeled down next to his Companion and reached out to run a hand over him while whispering healing spells.
"Enough," Pavel finally said. "Ambulance almost here."
Chris just let himself fall back, until he sat on the floor. He pulled his knees up and ran a hand through his hair, not caring for the blood still clinging to his fingers.
It wasn't important what the others thought at this moment. All that he cared about was his Companion.
His lover.
His best friend.
The man who was close to death now because of Chris' blindness.
And it was all because he'd been too dumb to listen to Steve's warnings.
He rubbed his eye with a sigh. They needed to figure out what had happened to Steve to give him this kind of dreams, and if it could become dangerous for either Steve or the rest of them.
He would do that as soon as he knew that Kris was going to be okay, he decided.
From outside, he could hear the ambulance, and he took a deep, calming breath.
He could get through this. The paramedics would take Kris to the hospital where the doctors would help and things could go back to normal. While he remembered just how badly he had failed him.
And he would never again let something like this happen.
If his Companion survived this, he would do whatever it took to keep him safe.
He took another deep breath and stepped back as the paramedics entered the house and started to work with quiet efficiency to stabilize Kris.
~evilEnd.
Authors: Kathie and Ginny yakihngenit
Word Count: 4088
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Series: Wizard ‘verse
Warnings: RPS, slash, au, magic
Pairings: Chris Osgood/Kris Draper, Steve Yzerman/Brendan Shanahan, Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg, Nick Lidstrom/Andreas Lilja
Rating: FRM
Summary: Steve’s visions start to come true.
Authors’ Notes: Because the rumor that all teachers are evil is true and because it seemed like fun.
To find the earlier parts in this universe, follow this tag.
Part 1
~*~*~
Pavel and Lilja moved to intercept Chris as soon as pulled to a stop in the driveway.
"What the plan?" Pavel demanded.
"Go in, overwhelm the demon, save Drapes," Chris replied and took a deep breath. "He should be asleep."
"Not if feeling your agitation," Lils said and ran a hand over the blade of his stick. "And I think he felt it."
"Okay," Chris said and sucked in a deep breath. "I go in. I tell him I'm worried about Steve. You two sneak in, in a few minutes."
"Five minutes," Pavel said firmly and touched his stick against Chris', to form a connection. "Be careful."
Chris reached out, following the energy lines of his friends and the ones that ran around the house, trying to steady himself. "Five minutes," he agreed.
"Time ticking now," Pavel nodded and pulled his stick back. "Good luck."
"Thanks," Chris whispered and carefully made his way into the house.
It was quiet, as it was supposed to be, but to Chris, it was suddenly too quiet. He swallowed and gripped his stick tighter as he quietly went toward the stairs.
He kept a close eye out for his Companion, trying to feel for him, but by the time he sensed Kris, he barely had time to brace himself before the other man hit, sending them tumbling down the stairs.
He gave a surprised yell as he lost his grip on his stick. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glance at his Companion. Blood was smeared over Kris face and dripping down, his eyes had rolled back in his skull, and something was definitely moving under his skin.
He yanked together enough energy around him to cushion part of the fall and then tried to roll onto his feet. "Kris," he whispered.
Kris growled and attacked him again.
Chris wrapped his hands in Kris' blue shirt and struggled to throw him off.
Kris growled again, and this time, there was no doubt that something was moving under his skin, trying to rip through.
"Stop!" Chris shouted.
The thing that had once been his Companion, his lover and his best friend snarled and lunged toward Chris' throat again.
Chris started the familiar incantation, fighting to keep going as Kris' fingers wrapped around his throat.
Kris growled and let go of Chris' throat with one hand to backhand him. Chris felt his own teeth cut into the soft skin of the inside of his cheek, and then the taste of blood exploded through his mouth.
"You can't have him," he snarled at the being inside of his Companion.
The Demon twisted Kris' head to the side and snarled at Chris again. "I already have him," it hissed before applying more pressure to Chris' throat.
"You won't keep him."
"I'll destroy you and then him," he snarled.
Chris forced air into his lungs and started to chant the incantation again. Blood was dripping down on him, Kris' blood, but he knew he couldn't hesitate anymore.
He groaned when he was slammed back against the floor and struggled to keep talking. To his relief, he could hear the incantation being continued by people rushing toward them.
The demon howled and tried to reach Chris' throat again, to snap his neck or strangle him completely, he didn't know. He didn't want to find out.
Chris twisted, finally managing to knock the demon off of him and he rolled away.
He could hear incantations and spells flying through the air, the brush of magic as Pavel and Andreas dealt with the demon, but he couldn't bring himself to lift his head off of his arms or open his eyes.
"Chris. Chris. Chris!"
"Yeah," he finally managed to ask, forcing his eyes open.
"You need to break the final link," Lilja ordered him.
Chris swallowed heavily, but he rolled to his knees and slowly started to stand. "My stick," he said, his voice shaking.
Pavel handed it to him silently as he kept his own trained on Kris and the demon.
Chris gripped his stick tightly, noticing that his hands were slick with blood. He didn't want to think about it, but when the stick almost slipped out of his grasp a second time, he swallowed against the nausea that had settled deep in his throat and stomach and quickly wiped his palms on his pants.
This was Kris' blood.
And it was on his hands because he - Chris, the Wizard of Oz, leader of Wizards - had failed to detect a demon presence close to him for more than eight weeks.
"You won't do it," the demon snapped with one last show of defiance.
Chris watched as the skin on Kris' bare left arm ripped and something dark, slimy that reminded him of a tentacle tried to wriggle free.
Moving quickly, he tossed nearly all of his magic at that spot, bracing around the wound as he pulled the demon from his Companion, shouting the last words needed to cast out the demon. Screams filled the air, but he wasn't sure if they came from Kirk, the demon or himself.
Blood rushed in his ears, and he dropped his stick and fell to his knees, losing the fight against the nausea.
He felt arms wrap around him, holding him up but it wasn't until he managed to look to Kris again and saw Lilja there that he realized it was Pavel. "Is he?" he asked hoarsely.
Pavel shook his head. "Not dead," he said gently. "But close. How are you?"
"Doesn't matter right now," Chris said, watching as blood continued to pour from Kris' body. "We need to get him somewhere. Call Steve and let him know what happened."
"Hospital," Andreas said briefly and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket while tapping Kris' shoulder gently with his stick, to stop or at least slow the blood flow.
"I can't carry him," Chris whispered.
"I think it would be best if nobody carries him, at all," Andreas said. "His spine might be injured. I saw that happen a few times, back at home, when people are possessed for some time...it's always the spine." He swallowed.
"Call 911 then," Chris said. He pushed himself to his feet and headed for the phone.
He could hear Andreas' voice behind him, muttering angrily, "What does he think I just did?" but the words didn't really penetrate the thick fog in his brain.
Pavel caught him before he could fall to the ground when he tripped over his own feet. "You sit," he ordered Chris, pushing him toward the large, overstuffed chair.
Chris reached out, trying to see the energy lines of all of them. His magic seemed to slip through his control like water through a leaky glass but the fog did clear a bit. "Sorry," he told Andreas ruefully when he realized what the man had said.
"Sit down," Andreas said gently. "Help is coming." He turned his cell phone in his hands. "I'm going to call Nick," he then said. "You need a focal point. Your magic is all frayed and over the place."
"I don't understand how I didn't sense this," Chris said, nodding slightly in acknowledge to Andreas.
"Ask Johan?" Pavel suggested.
Chris shook his head slightly. "How could I have missed this?" he murmured. "In Kris?"
"It planned," Pavel said. "It sneaky. It know you trust Drapes more than anyone."
"But...the tiredness. The nose bleeding. How could I've missed that?"
"Humans have nosebleeds too," Pavel reminded him. He flinched when he heard Drapes moan painfully and then fall silent.
"But not Drapes. Not without getting high-sticked, or..." Chris swallowed against a new wave of nausea. "I'm such an idiot." He purposefully didn't turn around to look at where his Companion still was lying.
"And I didn't realize that mine was a half-demon," Dan said irritably. "Can you help him before the paramedics get here?"
"Help him?" Chris asked and swallowed again.
"More than what I did. Do we just wait and watch him bleed to death?"
Chris gagged again, but he pulled himself together firmly and kneeled down next to his Companion and reached out to run a hand over him while whispering healing spells.
"Enough," Pavel finally said. "Ambulance almost here."
Chris just let himself fall back, until he sat on the floor. He pulled his knees up and ran a hand through his hair, not caring for the blood still clinging to his fingers.
It wasn't important what the others thought at this moment. All that he cared about was his Companion.
His lover.
His best friend.
The man who was close to death now because of Chris' blindness.
And it was all because he'd been too dumb to listen to Steve's warnings.
He rubbed his eye with a sigh. They needed to figure out what had happened to Steve to give him this kind of dreams, and if it could become dangerous for either Steve or the rest of them.
He would do that as soon as he knew that Kris was going to be okay, he decided.
From outside, he could hear the ambulance, and he took a deep, calming breath.
He could get through this. The paramedics would take Kris to the hospital where the doctors would help and things could go back to normal. While he remembered just how badly he had failed him.
And he would never again let something like this happen.
If his Companion survived this, he would do whatever it took to keep him safe.
He took another deep breath and stepped back as the paramedics entered the house and started to work with quiet efficiency to stabilize Kris.
~evilEnd.