Ascension Part 1
Title: Ascension Part 1
Author: Alanna ‘I want the final cut!’ Smithee
Category: It will be hopefully, eventually Slash (Mike/Henry), but nothing happens yet in this part, really nothing; TVverse
Spoilers: Deep Dark
Word count: 1400
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Henry and Mike go undercover in a BDSM club.
A/N: I usually don’t post unfinished stories, but I don’t really know, where I want to go with this one, and I’d actually like some opinions. Well I have some scenes in mind for the club, but unfortunately Henry and Mike just keep talking and talking in my head. And talking. They just won't shut up. I'll probably post the next part tomorrow. Of Mike and Henry talking. In a BDSM club.
ETA: Now beta-read by luvinmike. Thank you!
A week after Astaroth had taken over Coreen, Vicki was sitting in her office transcribing tapes from a cheating husband. It was a quiet evening. The whole week had been quiet. She had sent Coreen home to rest. The goth had had her heart ripped out after all. And even if it had happened with magic and she looked perfectly healthy now, Vicki cringed every time she saw her sitting at the desk working. Henry was lurking in the shadows somewhere, drawing. They weren’t much on speaking terms, but he’d said he wanted to spend some time with her as long as he was still in Toronto. Vicki suspected he merely wanted to guard her against the demon, but she didn’t call him on it. She was just too tired for another fight. And she was actually grateful for his presence, even if she would have never admitted it.
Suddenly, Mike appeared on her doorstep with a miserable expression and three days worth of stubble on his face.
Vicki swallowed. Had he come back to her? Was he here to apologize? She was hopeful and apprehensive in equal parts. She knew she wouldn’t make it easy for him.
“I’m really sorry, Vic. I never thought I’d come back like this. I cut you off and now I turn up on your doorstep again.” He took a deep breath and sank into the chair in front of her desk. “But the thing is I think I know where Astaroth might be hanging around nowadays.”
“What!” she jumped out of her chair. “Where? Let’s go!”
Mike raised a hand and waved her back. “It’s nothing really tangible. We found a body a few streets from a club. Her neck was slashed open, like on Bridewell’s victims. We suspect she came from the club, based on her clothing.”
“Which club?”
“Ascension.”
“Hmm, I don’t know that one.”
“Yes, you do. It used to be called Heaven’s Gate. The owner just changed and they redecorated, but the clientele is still the same, I’ve been told.”
“Oh.”
“What kind of club is it?” Henry suddenly stood behind Mike’s chair. Vicki didn’t know if he had just moved into the room faster than their eyes could see or if he had melted out of the shadows he used to hide in, tricking her eyes. She knew he could do it, make himself invisible. And since the falling out at his condo, he seemed more distant and less reluctant to show her his abilities, his inhuman nature. She knew he didn’t do it to shock or appal her. It was merely one more indicator that he had given up on courting her.
Mike turned around to look at him. He didn’t seem too surprised to see him, not angry either, or pissed, or jealous. She didn’t quite know how she felt about it. She’d thought that was what she wanted - them getting along. He answered Henry “It’s an upscale club that caters to people with more unusual tastes in umm--“
“It’s a BDSM club.” Vicki paused. “Oh, my God, and you want to go there?”
Mike shrugged. “We already interviewed the owner and a few regulars. We’d like to stake out the club from the inside. Crowley thinks Bridewell is there. And, well, she wants him.” He looked uncomfortable and rubbed his chin. “But the club owner asked that we send somebody who can fit and doesn’t look like a cop. She doesn’t want to upset her customers. And, of course, we’d all be sticking out there like sore thumbs. I mean, there might even be people in Metro who swing that way and could go into that club and fit, but they’re certainly not telling.”
“I’ll check it out for you tonight. It’s no problem.” Henry said.
“Thanks,” Mike looked honestly relieved.
“I should go too. I used to go to Heaven’s Gate. I’d be fine.”
“I don’t know if it would be such a wise move to draw Astaroth’s attention to you, Vicki.” Henry said.
Vicki opened her mouth to rip him a new one. Enough of this overprotective crap.
“Vicki, he’s right,” said Mike. “You’re Astaroth’s favorite plaything. Just … lay low for a while. Actually it wouldn’t be bad, if you moved, you know?”
“Why did you come here then?”
“I just wanted to keep you in the loop - out of professional courtesy.”
She looked into Mike’s eyes, and he gazed back coolly at her. So that was the way he wanted to play it.
Suddenly they both noticed that Henry was gone.
***
The next evening, Mike waited for Henry in Vicki’s office after sundown. Henry appeared as suddenly as he had disappeared the last night. “Nothing,” he said. “I would have called you if there had been anything.”
Mike sighed. “That’s what I was thinking.”
Henry sat down on another chair. “You want to keep staking out this place?”
“I’m not sure. How probable is it that Astaroth will go back?”
“I don’t know. The first place he went to on Earth was a strip joint. It would make sense that he’s hanging around a club like Ascension.”
“Yeah, that’s unfortunately true.”
“I’ll go back,” Henry offered, “but not alone.”
Vicki got up. “Okay, I’m going with you. I should even still have something fitting to wear in my closet.”
Henry and Mike turned on her simultaneously with an equally simultaneous “No!”
“You just don’t want me to have any fun,” she grumbled.
Henry turned to Mike. “I want you to come with me.”
“Oh, you’re NOT serious.”
“I am, very much. I just need someone to hang on to. You won’t have to do anything. A young and innocent thing like me has to beat the crowd off with a stick in a club like that.”
Vicki snorted. “Yeah, sure.”
Mike didn’t know what was funnier: Henry calling himself young and innocent or the image that suddenly popped into his head of Henry, probably clad in leather, beating people off with a stick. He grinned.
“I’m serious,” Henry insisted. “It gets tiring.”
“Okay, I’ll come with you.”
“You’re not worried about your reputation at the station?” Vicki asked.
Mike threw his hands up. “My reputation is already ruined. The guys on patrol and in records call me ‘Mulder’ behind my back.”
Henry laughed out aloud.
“That’s not funny,” Mike said wryly. “And it hasn’t gotten any better since Kate is telling around that I solved that kidnap case by having a vision.”
“You told her?” Vicki bent over and punched him in the arm. “It’s your own fault. You deserve what you get.”
“I had to tell her something. She kept nagging and nagging, and not accepting any of my lies … and I was tired.”
***
Mike fretted a while over what to wear, but then he went with something simple. It wasn’t as if he could pull off leather or latex anyway. He picked a clingy thin black turtleneck and black dress slacks. The owner of Ascension had told him the only dress code was nothing too casual and black was preferable for non-scene clothing. He tried not to think about what Fitzroy would wear.
They met back in front of the club an hour later. The bouncer recognized Mike and waved them through.
Henry took off his coat and gave it to the garderobiere. He wore a decadent loose white silk shirt half open to show off his chest, and tight leather pants, laced up on the sides all the way to his hips. Around his neck was a simple, snug collar of a whitish silver metal. Mike would have bet it was platinum.
Henry’s hair was loose and fell into his eyes, which made him look even younger. In fact, he was the image of youth and innocence. He looked like a piece of underage ass.
Mike felt like a perv just looking at him.
Then he remembered that Henry had only been 17 when he had been turned, and he felt even more like a pervert. But he guessed those 450 extra years made up for the one year his body would have needed to actually reach the age of consent.
Henry smiled and it was positively devilish, destroying the image of innocence. “I know exactly what you’re thinking,” he said with a low and seductive quality to his voice.
“Really?”
Author: Alanna ‘I want the final cut!’ Smithee
Category: It will be hopefully, eventually Slash (Mike/Henry), but nothing happens yet in this part, really nothing; TVverse
Spoilers: Deep Dark
Word count: 1400
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Henry and Mike go undercover in a BDSM club.
A/N: I usually don’t post unfinished stories, but I don’t really know, where I want to go with this one, and I’d actually like some opinions. Well I have some scenes in mind for the club, but unfortunately Henry and Mike just keep talking and talking in my head. And talking. They just won't shut up. I'll probably post the next part tomorrow. Of Mike and Henry talking. In a BDSM club.
ETA: Now beta-read by luvinmike. Thank you!
A week after Astaroth had taken over Coreen, Vicki was sitting in her office transcribing tapes from a cheating husband. It was a quiet evening. The whole week had been quiet. She had sent Coreen home to rest. The goth had had her heart ripped out after all. And even if it had happened with magic and she looked perfectly healthy now, Vicki cringed every time she saw her sitting at the desk working. Henry was lurking in the shadows somewhere, drawing. They weren’t much on speaking terms, but he’d said he wanted to spend some time with her as long as he was still in Toronto. Vicki suspected he merely wanted to guard her against the demon, but she didn’t call him on it. She was just too tired for another fight. And she was actually grateful for his presence, even if she would have never admitted it.
Suddenly, Mike appeared on her doorstep with a miserable expression and three days worth of stubble on his face.
Vicki swallowed. Had he come back to her? Was he here to apologize? She was hopeful and apprehensive in equal parts. She knew she wouldn’t make it easy for him.
“I’m really sorry, Vic. I never thought I’d come back like this. I cut you off and now I turn up on your doorstep again.” He took a deep breath and sank into the chair in front of her desk. “But the thing is I think I know where Astaroth might be hanging around nowadays.”
“What!” she jumped out of her chair. “Where? Let’s go!”
Mike raised a hand and waved her back. “It’s nothing really tangible. We found a body a few streets from a club. Her neck was slashed open, like on Bridewell’s victims. We suspect she came from the club, based on her clothing.”
“Which club?”
“Ascension.”
“Hmm, I don’t know that one.”
“Yes, you do. It used to be called Heaven’s Gate. The owner just changed and they redecorated, but the clientele is still the same, I’ve been told.”
“Oh.”
“What kind of club is it?” Henry suddenly stood behind Mike’s chair. Vicki didn’t know if he had just moved into the room faster than their eyes could see or if he had melted out of the shadows he used to hide in, tricking her eyes. She knew he could do it, make himself invisible. And since the falling out at his condo, he seemed more distant and less reluctant to show her his abilities, his inhuman nature. She knew he didn’t do it to shock or appal her. It was merely one more indicator that he had given up on courting her.
Mike turned around to look at him. He didn’t seem too surprised to see him, not angry either, or pissed, or jealous. She didn’t quite know how she felt about it. She’d thought that was what she wanted - them getting along. He answered Henry “It’s an upscale club that caters to people with more unusual tastes in umm--“
“It’s a BDSM club.” Vicki paused. “Oh, my God, and you want to go there?”
Mike shrugged. “We already interviewed the owner and a few regulars. We’d like to stake out the club from the inside. Crowley thinks Bridewell is there. And, well, she wants him.” He looked uncomfortable and rubbed his chin. “But the club owner asked that we send somebody who can fit and doesn’t look like a cop. She doesn’t want to upset her customers. And, of course, we’d all be sticking out there like sore thumbs. I mean, there might even be people in Metro who swing that way and could go into that club and fit, but they’re certainly not telling.”
“I’ll check it out for you tonight. It’s no problem.” Henry said.
“Thanks,” Mike looked honestly relieved.
“I should go too. I used to go to Heaven’s Gate. I’d be fine.”
“I don’t know if it would be such a wise move to draw Astaroth’s attention to you, Vicki.” Henry said.
Vicki opened her mouth to rip him a new one. Enough of this overprotective crap.
“Vicki, he’s right,” said Mike. “You’re Astaroth’s favorite plaything. Just … lay low for a while. Actually it wouldn’t be bad, if you moved, you know?”
“Why did you come here then?”
“I just wanted to keep you in the loop - out of professional courtesy.”
She looked into Mike’s eyes, and he gazed back coolly at her. So that was the way he wanted to play it.
Suddenly they both noticed that Henry was gone.
***
The next evening, Mike waited for Henry in Vicki’s office after sundown. Henry appeared as suddenly as he had disappeared the last night. “Nothing,” he said. “I would have called you if there had been anything.”
Mike sighed. “That’s what I was thinking.”
Henry sat down on another chair. “You want to keep staking out this place?”
“I’m not sure. How probable is it that Astaroth will go back?”
“I don’t know. The first place he went to on Earth was a strip joint. It would make sense that he’s hanging around a club like Ascension.”
“Yeah, that’s unfortunately true.”
“I’ll go back,” Henry offered, “but not alone.”
Vicki got up. “Okay, I’m going with you. I should even still have something fitting to wear in my closet.”
Henry and Mike turned on her simultaneously with an equally simultaneous “No!”
“You just don’t want me to have any fun,” she grumbled.
Henry turned to Mike. “I want you to come with me.”
“Oh, you’re NOT serious.”
“I am, very much. I just need someone to hang on to. You won’t have to do anything. A young and innocent thing like me has to beat the crowd off with a stick in a club like that.”
Vicki snorted. “Yeah, sure.”
Mike didn’t know what was funnier: Henry calling himself young and innocent or the image that suddenly popped into his head of Henry, probably clad in leather, beating people off with a stick. He grinned.
“I’m serious,” Henry insisted. “It gets tiring.”
“Okay, I’ll come with you.”
“You’re not worried about your reputation at the station?” Vicki asked.
Mike threw his hands up. “My reputation is already ruined. The guys on patrol and in records call me ‘Mulder’ behind my back.”
Henry laughed out aloud.
“That’s not funny,” Mike said wryly. “And it hasn’t gotten any better since Kate is telling around that I solved that kidnap case by having a vision.”
“You told her?” Vicki bent over and punched him in the arm. “It’s your own fault. You deserve what you get.”
“I had to tell her something. She kept nagging and nagging, and not accepting any of my lies … and I was tired.”
***
Mike fretted a while over what to wear, but then he went with something simple. It wasn’t as if he could pull off leather or latex anyway. He picked a clingy thin black turtleneck and black dress slacks. The owner of Ascension had told him the only dress code was nothing too casual and black was preferable for non-scene clothing. He tried not to think about what Fitzroy would wear.
They met back in front of the club an hour later. The bouncer recognized Mike and waved them through.
Henry took off his coat and gave it to the garderobiere. He wore a decadent loose white silk shirt half open to show off his chest, and tight leather pants, laced up on the sides all the way to his hips. Around his neck was a simple, snug collar of a whitish silver metal. Mike would have bet it was platinum.
Henry’s hair was loose and fell into his eyes, which made him look even younger. In fact, he was the image of youth and innocence. He looked like a piece of underage ass.
Mike felt like a perv just looking at him.
Then he remembered that Henry had only been 17 when he had been turned, and he felt even more like a pervert. But he guessed those 450 extra years made up for the one year his body would have needed to actually reach the age of consent.
Henry smiled and it was positively devilish, destroying the image of innocence. “I know exactly what you’re thinking,” he said with a low and seductive quality to his voice.
“Really?”