FIC: Mirror!Pinto Chapter 5b
Mirror!Pinto Series: Dark Desires
Chapter 5b: Touch what is mine
Summary: Zach gets hurt again, and it's Chris' fault. Whoever did this will pay for it, Chris will make sure of that. And he has help.
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: violence, hurt, angst, explicit sex (I hope - see Author's Notes)
Word Count: ~ 1.300
Disclaimer: Seriously? Not mine, never will be. Work of fiction, yadda yadda. *sob* The OCs in here are mine though, I made them, they are mine. Mine mine mine. My preciousssesss... so there. Everybody else is not. The OCs are mine. The others aren't. Got it? ;-P
Additional pairings: John/Anton, Karl/Chris/Zach (dammit - see Author's Notes)
Betaed by wolfhaton, who has a cold and deserves even more love than usual. Get well soon, okay bb??? Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
A/N: The first working title for this was "K/C/Z threesome fic (dammit)". The second working title was "Threesome fic a.k.a. WTF suddenly plot again". Yeah. I really really wanted to write that threesome, just some kinky pron and stuff, and then... plot happened. Again. *sigh* Erm. Sorry? Also, cliffhanger. But I think you already expected that...
A/N2 for this part: There will be some OC action in here. You all remember Tiny, right? Hope you don't mind. Also, I'm imagining Michael Clarke Duncan in that role. (I'm still thinking about who Hammer, Hotspur and Kane might be, I'll let you know if I find them.)
Also I apologize for the lack of... action in this part. Some other stuff needs to come first before Chris can start punching people.
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 5b: Touch what is mine
Now - Chris
Chris calls Joe first. Zach’s brother is already at the hospital and he listens to Joe’s furious accusations and promises of death and dismemberment without saying a word in defense. Chris knows what happened to Zach is very possibly his fault, some dissatisfied client or a former target out for revenge, and he certainly can’t fault Joe for reacting this way. He’d done the same after Katie had gotten hurt during that prison riot because one of the inmates had remembered the kind psychologist was the warden’s wife. It’s the reason they don’t talk anymore, he and Katie, but he still refuses to feel sorry for breaking his idiot brother-in-law’s jaw; it was his fault his sister nearly bled to death after all. Just like this is Chris’ fault, and he understands why Joe’s so mad at him. His baby brother got hurt because of Chris and as far as Chris is concerned, Joe deserves to yell at him all he wants. He’ll make it up to them both when he brings them the fucker’s head on a platter.
After Joe has finished yelling and is only breathing hard, Chris calmly explains to him what he’s going to do. He’s going to find the person responsible, find them and make them pay. Slowly. Make them suffer and cry and scream, make them regret what they did to Zach. And he’s gonna enjoy it. Joe grunts an agreement and tells him he better make sure it’s going to be painful. And he wants to watch. Chris certainly can’t deny him that. He promises to let him know as soon as he knows something new and that Joe can help punish the fucker all he wants as soon as Chris finds him. He doesn’t need to see Joe to know his smile is feral as he says he’s looking forward to it. He feels it mirrored on his own face.
They are silent for a few seconds. Then Chris murmurs he should get going and Joe sighs on the other end. He promises to keep Chris updated on Zach’s condition and doesn’t ask why he is not with his lover now, why he left. Chris is glad for that, that he doesn’t need to explain. Chris can’t see Zach right now, can’t look at him in that hospital bed, he needs to move and do something, he needs to focus. He knows that Joe gets it.
When he calls John, he’s only asked if Zach is going to be okay and what can be done to help. Chris doesn’t answer the first one, but the second question is more than welcome. John promises to use his wide-spread connections to try and find out possible suspect, and he’ll make sure that Anton, Divine and all the others at the club look for witnesses. Chris thanks him and hangs up. It was a brief phone call, short and to the point, because they both are professionals and if Chris would have said anything else he’d probably punched the wall again.
Bruce agrees to keep an eye on the police investigation and to make sure he tells Chris if they find out something. Then he awkwardly tries to comfort Chris, and he hangs up before Bruce can get more than a few words out. He can’t deal with this right now. He has other things to do. He takes a break afterwards, sits on the couch and clutches his head. His eyes burn and his throat is tight, but Chris swallows heavily and tries to focus. He can’t break down now, he can’t. He needs to think, needs to try and find out who did this. His latest assignments, was there anyone who could have done this? De Luca, always a suspect, but not really his style, this up and personal and messy. Simms, no, he’s too dumb and too scared of Chris to try anything. Martos, Ewings, Miller, that guy from Barcelona…
So many candidates, so many possibilities, Chris can’t think. Too many suspects.
The phone rings and startles him. Chris flinches badly and fumbles to pick it up from where he dropped it to the floor. He recognizes the number right away.
“Karl?”
“Yeah. How are you?”
Chris laughs hollowly. “Been better.”
A snort. “Yeah, I can imagine. Joe filled me in.”
“Yeah.” Chris slumps back onto the couch and stares at the ceiling.
“Anything I can help with?”
“I got it covered, thanks.”
“Any suspects yet?”
Chris rolls his eyes and sighs. “Yeah, way too many. About everyone I went after during the last two years or so.”
“Shit, kid. You need help. I’ll be over in 30 minutes.”
“No, Karl, wait, I…”
But Karl has already disconnected. Chris throws the phone away and sighs heavily. Great.
12 hours ago - Tiny
Tiny can only watch as the medics take care of the kid. He balls his fists and paces, grinding his teeth and glaring at everyone. He’s never felt so useless in his life. The kid is lying there in a large pool of blood, deathly pale as the medics work on him and Tiny can do nothing to help. Kane comes over and stands next to him, they share a grim look. Nothing, he can do nothing.
Several guests of the club stand in a large circle, watching with anxious faces, and Tiny’d like to bash all their heads in because they are crying or whispering and staring and he hates it. This isn’t something they should see, Zach’s body limp and unmoving on the ground, this is not for their eyes. But he can’t, not with the police here, he already has a couple of records for violence, and the kid wouldn’t want him to get arrested anyway. Next to him Kane shifts, Tiny looks over, his friend is just as restless as he feels.
Anton is being questioned by the cops because he found Zach, while his boyfriend hovers and glares. Tiny can relate, the cop is eyeing the kid’s short skirt and high heels with distaste and he’d like to rip the asshole’s sneer right off his face. From the looks of it, John isn’t too far from doing that himself. Tiny growls softly and averts his eyes. John has got that covered. Divine is yelling at the medics to work faster, help Zach, dialect stronger than ever in her distress, and Tiny can understand her, too. The medics seem to be as slow as snails, and can’t they see that the kid is still bleeding? Can’t they do something?
Finally, finally the medics seem to have stopped the bleeding. They take Zach away, put him on a stretcher and drive off, and the police start questioning the others. Tiny’s interrogation is brief; he was busy at the front door and didn’t see anything, so he gets to leave quickly. Kane nudges his shoulder and jerks his head towards the door, Tiny lifts his eyebrows and they leave the… the crime scene together.
Inside Kane punches the wall and Tiny makes a sympathetic face when his friend winces and shakes his bloody fist. His own hand is still bruised and swollen from when he did the same earlier, just after Anton came in with wide dark eyes in a white face and stammered something about Zach being hurt. And then they’d run out and found him, lying there, in that large pool of blood and…
Tiny and Kane look at each other and both nod, then go about to round the guests up and start a few interrogations of their own. Someone has to have seen something.
Chapter 5c is here.
Chapter 5b: Touch what is mine
Summary: Zach gets hurt again, and it's Chris' fault. Whoever did this will pay for it, Chris will make sure of that. And he has help.
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: violence, hurt, angst, explicit sex (I hope - see Author's Notes)
Word Count: ~ 1.300
Disclaimer: Seriously? Not mine, never will be. Work of fiction, yadda yadda. *sob* The OCs in here are mine though, I made them, they are mine. Mine mine mine. My preciousssesss... so there. Everybody else is not. The OCs are mine. The others aren't. Got it? ;-P
Additional pairings: John/Anton, Karl/Chris/Zach (dammit - see Author's Notes)
Betaed by wolfhaton, who has a cold and deserves even more love than usual. Get well soon, okay bb??? Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
A/N: The first working title for this was "K/C/Z threesome fic (dammit)". The second working title was "Threesome fic a.k.a. WTF suddenly plot again". Yeah. I really really wanted to write that threesome, just some kinky pron and stuff, and then... plot happened. Again. *sigh* Erm. Sorry? Also, cliffhanger. But I think you already expected that...
A/N2 for this part: There will be some OC action in here. You all remember Tiny, right? Hope you don't mind. Also, I'm imagining Michael Clarke Duncan in that role. (I'm still thinking about who Hammer, Hotspur and Kane might be, I'll let you know if I find them.)
Also I apologize for the lack of... action in this part. Some other stuff needs to come first before Chris can start punching people.
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 5b: Touch what is mine
Now - Chris
Chris calls Joe first. Zach’s brother is already at the hospital and he listens to Joe’s furious accusations and promises of death and dismemberment without saying a word in defense. Chris knows what happened to Zach is very possibly his fault, some dissatisfied client or a former target out for revenge, and he certainly can’t fault Joe for reacting this way. He’d done the same after Katie had gotten hurt during that prison riot because one of the inmates had remembered the kind psychologist was the warden’s wife. It’s the reason they don’t talk anymore, he and Katie, but he still refuses to feel sorry for breaking his idiot brother-in-law’s jaw; it was his fault his sister nearly bled to death after all. Just like this is Chris’ fault, and he understands why Joe’s so mad at him. His baby brother got hurt because of Chris and as far as Chris is concerned, Joe deserves to yell at him all he wants. He’ll make it up to them both when he brings them the fucker’s head on a platter.
After Joe has finished yelling and is only breathing hard, Chris calmly explains to him what he’s going to do. He’s going to find the person responsible, find them and make them pay. Slowly. Make them suffer and cry and scream, make them regret what they did to Zach. And he’s gonna enjoy it. Joe grunts an agreement and tells him he better make sure it’s going to be painful. And he wants to watch. Chris certainly can’t deny him that. He promises to let him know as soon as he knows something new and that Joe can help punish the fucker all he wants as soon as Chris finds him. He doesn’t need to see Joe to know his smile is feral as he says he’s looking forward to it. He feels it mirrored on his own face.
They are silent for a few seconds. Then Chris murmurs he should get going and Joe sighs on the other end. He promises to keep Chris updated on Zach’s condition and doesn’t ask why he is not with his lover now, why he left. Chris is glad for that, that he doesn’t need to explain. Chris can’t see Zach right now, can’t look at him in that hospital bed, he needs to move and do something, he needs to focus. He knows that Joe gets it.
When he calls John, he’s only asked if Zach is going to be okay and what can be done to help. Chris doesn’t answer the first one, but the second question is more than welcome. John promises to use his wide-spread connections to try and find out possible suspect, and he’ll make sure that Anton, Divine and all the others at the club look for witnesses. Chris thanks him and hangs up. It was a brief phone call, short and to the point, because they both are professionals and if Chris would have said anything else he’d probably punched the wall again.
Bruce agrees to keep an eye on the police investigation and to make sure he tells Chris if they find out something. Then he awkwardly tries to comfort Chris, and he hangs up before Bruce can get more than a few words out. He can’t deal with this right now. He has other things to do. He takes a break afterwards, sits on the couch and clutches his head. His eyes burn and his throat is tight, but Chris swallows heavily and tries to focus. He can’t break down now, he can’t. He needs to think, needs to try and find out who did this. His latest assignments, was there anyone who could have done this? De Luca, always a suspect, but not really his style, this up and personal and messy. Simms, no, he’s too dumb and too scared of Chris to try anything. Martos, Ewings, Miller, that guy from Barcelona…
So many candidates, so many possibilities, Chris can’t think. Too many suspects.
The phone rings and startles him. Chris flinches badly and fumbles to pick it up from where he dropped it to the floor. He recognizes the number right away.
“Karl?”
“Yeah. How are you?”
Chris laughs hollowly. “Been better.”
A snort. “Yeah, I can imagine. Joe filled me in.”
“Yeah.” Chris slumps back onto the couch and stares at the ceiling.
“Anything I can help with?”
“I got it covered, thanks.”
“Any suspects yet?”
Chris rolls his eyes and sighs. “Yeah, way too many. About everyone I went after during the last two years or so.”
“Shit, kid. You need help. I’ll be over in 30 minutes.”
“No, Karl, wait, I…”
But Karl has already disconnected. Chris throws the phone away and sighs heavily. Great.
12 hours ago - Tiny
Tiny can only watch as the medics take care of the kid. He balls his fists and paces, grinding his teeth and glaring at everyone. He’s never felt so useless in his life. The kid is lying there in a large pool of blood, deathly pale as the medics work on him and Tiny can do nothing to help. Kane comes over and stands next to him, they share a grim look. Nothing, he can do nothing.
Several guests of the club stand in a large circle, watching with anxious faces, and Tiny’d like to bash all their heads in because they are crying or whispering and staring and he hates it. This isn’t something they should see, Zach’s body limp and unmoving on the ground, this is not for their eyes. But he can’t, not with the police here, he already has a couple of records for violence, and the kid wouldn’t want him to get arrested anyway. Next to him Kane shifts, Tiny looks over, his friend is just as restless as he feels.
Anton is being questioned by the cops because he found Zach, while his boyfriend hovers and glares. Tiny can relate, the cop is eyeing the kid’s short skirt and high heels with distaste and he’d like to rip the asshole’s sneer right off his face. From the looks of it, John isn’t too far from doing that himself. Tiny growls softly and averts his eyes. John has got that covered. Divine is yelling at the medics to work faster, help Zach, dialect stronger than ever in her distress, and Tiny can understand her, too. The medics seem to be as slow as snails, and can’t they see that the kid is still bleeding? Can’t they do something?
Finally, finally the medics seem to have stopped the bleeding. They take Zach away, put him on a stretcher and drive off, and the police start questioning the others. Tiny’s interrogation is brief; he was busy at the front door and didn’t see anything, so he gets to leave quickly. Kane nudges his shoulder and jerks his head towards the door, Tiny lifts his eyebrows and they leave the… the crime scene together.
Inside Kane punches the wall and Tiny makes a sympathetic face when his friend winces and shakes his bloody fist. His own hand is still bruised and swollen from when he did the same earlier, just after Anton came in with wide dark eyes in a white face and stammered something about Zach being hurt. And then they’d run out and found him, lying there, in that large pool of blood and…
Tiny and Kane look at each other and both nod, then go about to round the guests up and start a few interrogations of their own. Someone has to have seen something.
Chapter 5c is here.