FIC: Mirror!Pinto Chapter 5d
Mirror!Pinto Series: Dark Desires
Chapter 5d: 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: ~ 1.700
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 is awesome, even more so because she's busy with exams and is still sick. Love!!! 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: This one is for jachelle0627 . Happy belated birthday again bb!!! Your comments make my days, and I hope you're gonna enjoy this one!!! <3<3<3
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Touch what is mine Chapter 5d
Karl
It takes over one week to hunt down people on the list and… interrogate them. So many names, so many suspects, but one after the other turns out to be innocent. They hit up the 12th name on the list and still no new leads. Chris gets progressively tenser with every day that ends without finding the one responsible. He doesn’t sleep well and has dark circles under his eyes. Karl can only watch him and try to help, offer encouragement and listen to Chris’ furious yelling. Chris paces a lot, is constantly on the move, can’t sit still and Karl is worried. Nothing he says seems to help. Chris doesn’t even listen anymore, and Karl is at a loss.
Chris gets more brutal. Suspects 13 and 14 end up in the hospital after Chris is finished with them, and Karl worries that if they don’t get good news soon, Chris will start killing people. He doesn’t really know how he could prevent that, and he’s not sure he wants to, not with Chris so brittle and close to breaking.
Every night Chris sneaks away to the hospital, stays there until dawn arrives and comes back pale and withdrawn. Chris doesn’t want to talk about it, so Karl doesn’t ask. Joe keeps them updated, and he tells Karl that Chris sits with Zach every night, curled up in the chair next to the bed, watches him and doesn’t say a word. Joe tried to talk to him, but Chris didn’t answer. Zach still hasn’t woken up, Joe says.
Various people call almost every day with updates on the search. They soon get used to Karl answering the phone while Chris stares at the wall and only nods when Karl hangs up and shakes his head. Still no news. Chris stops eating.
Tiny and Kane are still looking for witnesses, but apart from a “suspicious” car that someone saw parked near the backstreet before the… before it happened that wasn’t there anymore afterwards, their search comes up empty. The guy who saw it can’t remember a driver or a license plate. Nobody else saw anything either, but Tiny promises to keep looking.
According to Bruce the police isn’t really looking all that hard into the crime. Karl grinds his teeth when he hears it. Seems like they don’t really care if a stripper gets stabbed. Chris laughs bitterly when Karl tells him and says he prefers to do things his own way anyways. Karl doesn’t say anything, and suspect 16 barely gets out alive. John calls several times, he’s got no news either. He and Anton want to talk to Chris, but he shakes his head and refuses. Karl asks how Anton is doing, and John only sighs and says that he’s worried. Karl can relate.
Finally Chris breaks. Suspect 19 was another bust, another body bruised and bloody on the way to the hospital. Another dead end. Only one left now. They order Chinese for dinner, Chris sits at the table in silence and only pokes at his food. Afterwards Karl settles on the couch where he has been sleeping for the last few days and Chris disappears into the bedroom. Karl lies there with his hands behind his head and thinks about what they might do if suspect 20 proves to be a dead end, too. He’s their last chance.
The house dark and quiet. It feels empty, even with Karl and Chris there, feels… wrong. Something is missing, someone is missing. Karl misses Zach, his laughter and smiles, his and Chris’ banter and he misses Chris. He can’t see his friend in that empty shell inside the bedroom. Karl sighs and looks up at the dark ceiling. They need to find that bastard, he wants his friends back. He needs them. Then he hears it. Soft, muffled sounds coming from the bedroom, almost inaudible. Someone is crying.
He gets up and walks towards the bedroom, one hand trailing the wall of the hallway so he won’t trip in the dark. The door is slightly ajar and he opens it to glance inside. Chris is curled up on the bed, face pressed into a pillow that Karl bets is Zach’s, fists clenched in the comforter and shoulders shaking. Fuck. Karl opens the door further and steps inside. Chris’ crying is muffled in the pillow, but Karl can hear it and he feels his heart clench. He sighs and slides into the bed and lies down behind Chris.
His friend startles badly when the bed dips, but he doesn’t turn around and buries his face even deeper into the pillow. Karl inches closer and wraps his arms around Chris. He ignores the way his friend’s body stiffens at his touch and pulls him closer into his embrace. He murmurs comfortingly, stupid inane chatters of “it’s going to be okay” and “don’t worry”, and finally Chris relaxes and melts back against him. Karl rubs his hands soothingly along Chris’ chest and arms, and then Chris turns around and clutches at him, hides his face under Karl’s chin and starts sobbing. Karl blinks against the tears in his own eyes and holds him close.
They need to find that bastard, and quick. Karl grits his teeth and hopes that the last name on their list is the right one.
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It isn’t. Suspect 20 is not the guy they are after. Karl leans against the wall and watches as Chris realises this, as the knife drops from his friend’s suddenly slack hand while suspect 20 lies on the ground and whimpers. Chris turns towards Karl and looks at him and Karl draws a sharp breath at the expression on his face. Resigned and... lifeless. Then Chris walks off, movements jerky and wooden, without sparing another glance at the sobbing man behind them, and Karl hurries to catch up.
“Chris, wait!”
Chris doesn’t stop, doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even give a sign that he’s heard him. He gets in the car and starts the engine, Karl has to run to get into the passenger seat before his friend drives off without him. Chris stares straight ahead, ignores Karl and doesn’t react to anything he says. He just drives, face empty and eyes dull, shoulders drawn up and knuckles white where he’s gripping the steering wheel. Karl gives up trying to get him to talk and just watches him. Fuck. What now? Minutes pass and Karl wonders what to do.
“I failed him. I couldn’t find the guy, all those names on that fucking list, and none of them was the one who hurt Zach. I failed him, Karl, I failed him.”
Karl flinches as Chris suddenly speaks. His voice sounds hoarse and full of pain, and Karl reaches a hesitant hand towards Chris’ shoulder, his friend shrugs it off without looking at him. Chris draws a shuddering breath and Karl’s throat constricts. “You didn’t Chris, you didn’t fail him. We’ll find him. We’ll…”
“Will we? Where? Where the fuck will we find him after I’ve just spent over a week beating up all the people who hold a grudge against me and I still couldn’t find the one responsible! Tell me, where should I look now? There’s no one left, Karl! I couldn’t find him and Zach… I failed him! I promised him I wouldn’t let him get hurt, and now...”
Chris punches the dashboard and Karl winces in sympathy. “Hey, now, calm down. We’ll find another way, Chris, I promise.”
“Calm down? How can I calm down if my lover is lying in a hospital bed with a knife wound in his stomach and everybody is waiting for me to find the one who did it!” Chris’ voice breaks and Karl reaches for his shoulder again. Chris ignores his hand, grips the steering wheel tighter and continues: “I let Zach down, I let Joe down, I let everyone down and how can I ever look them in the eye again if I can’t even protect my lover!”
“You did your best, Chris, you did what you could. You can’t protect Zach from everything, and nobody would have imagined that...”
“But I should! That’s why I’m here, to keep him safe!” Chris groans and shakes his head angrily. “Did you know Joe promised me he’d kill me if I got Zach hurt, back then when I first met him? This is all my fault, and I want to fix it, but I can’t! Tell me, what am I supposed to do now? I have no idea who did this to Zach and I will never find out! I failed them all, Karl, and I can’t bear the thought that Zach is lying in that fucking hospital while this bastard is still running free and laughing his ass off because I can’t find him!”
Karl opens his mouth and closes it again. Chris laughs brokenly and drives on. Karl rubs his shoulder and tries to think of what to say. “Chris… I promise you, we’ll find the fucker. The guys at the club are still looking for leads, and Bruce is keeping an eye on the police investigation, there’s still a chance. Don’t give up on me, please. We just need to keep looking…”
“With all due respect, Karl, shut up. I don’t want to hear anything right now.”
Karl snaps his mouth shut and removes his hand from Chris’ shoulder. His friend wipes a hand over his eyes quickly and continues to drive. Karl watches him and clenches his fists. Fuck, they need to find a lead, soon, or who knows what Chris might do.
They reach their destination and Karl isn’t really surprised when he sees the hospital. Chris stops the car and gets out without bothering to take the key out of the ignition. Karl fumbles to get it, locks the car and races after Chris, who strides towards the entrance without looking back at Karl. The elevator ride is silent, and when they reach Zach’s floor Karl slows down a bit. Chris should have a few minutes alone with Zach, Karl’s gonna wait outside.
Chris walks towards the door and ignores the nurses’ shocked whispers at his still bloody hands - maybe he should have made him wash them after the thing with suspect 20. Karl glares at the women and they scatter when they see his face. Good. He smirks. Give the boys some solitude. He’ll stand guard out here, wait for them to…
“What the fuck! Karl!”
Chris’ surprised and angry shout makes Karl hasten to get to the room. What now? Is Zach awake? He enters the room and stops, barely inside the doorway. “What the fuck” sounds about right. The room is empty. Zach is gone.
TBC....
CLIFFHANGER MUHAHAHAHA!!!
Okay, no. Even I'm not that cruel. Next part is here...
*smirk*
Chapter 5d: 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: ~ 1.700
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 is awesome, even more so because she's busy with exams and is still sick. Love!!! 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: This one is for jachelle0627 . Happy belated birthday again bb!!! Your comments make my days, and I hope you're gonna enjoy this one!!! <3<3<3
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Touch what is mine Chapter 5d
Karl
It takes over one week to hunt down people on the list and… interrogate them. So many names, so many suspects, but one after the other turns out to be innocent. They hit up the 12th name on the list and still no new leads. Chris gets progressively tenser with every day that ends without finding the one responsible. He doesn’t sleep well and has dark circles under his eyes. Karl can only watch him and try to help, offer encouragement and listen to Chris’ furious yelling. Chris paces a lot, is constantly on the move, can’t sit still and Karl is worried. Nothing he says seems to help. Chris doesn’t even listen anymore, and Karl is at a loss.
Chris gets more brutal. Suspects 13 and 14 end up in the hospital after Chris is finished with them, and Karl worries that if they don’t get good news soon, Chris will start killing people. He doesn’t really know how he could prevent that, and he’s not sure he wants to, not with Chris so brittle and close to breaking.
Every night Chris sneaks away to the hospital, stays there until dawn arrives and comes back pale and withdrawn. Chris doesn’t want to talk about it, so Karl doesn’t ask. Joe keeps them updated, and he tells Karl that Chris sits with Zach every night, curled up in the chair next to the bed, watches him and doesn’t say a word. Joe tried to talk to him, but Chris didn’t answer. Zach still hasn’t woken up, Joe says.
Various people call almost every day with updates on the search. They soon get used to Karl answering the phone while Chris stares at the wall and only nods when Karl hangs up and shakes his head. Still no news. Chris stops eating.
Tiny and Kane are still looking for witnesses, but apart from a “suspicious” car that someone saw parked near the backstreet before the… before it happened that wasn’t there anymore afterwards, their search comes up empty. The guy who saw it can’t remember a driver or a license plate. Nobody else saw anything either, but Tiny promises to keep looking.
According to Bruce the police isn’t really looking all that hard into the crime. Karl grinds his teeth when he hears it. Seems like they don’t really care if a stripper gets stabbed. Chris laughs bitterly when Karl tells him and says he prefers to do things his own way anyways. Karl doesn’t say anything, and suspect 16 barely gets out alive. John calls several times, he’s got no news either. He and Anton want to talk to Chris, but he shakes his head and refuses. Karl asks how Anton is doing, and John only sighs and says that he’s worried. Karl can relate.
Finally Chris breaks. Suspect 19 was another bust, another body bruised and bloody on the way to the hospital. Another dead end. Only one left now. They order Chinese for dinner, Chris sits at the table in silence and only pokes at his food. Afterwards Karl settles on the couch where he has been sleeping for the last few days and Chris disappears into the bedroom. Karl lies there with his hands behind his head and thinks about what they might do if suspect 20 proves to be a dead end, too. He’s their last chance.
The house dark and quiet. It feels empty, even with Karl and Chris there, feels… wrong. Something is missing, someone is missing. Karl misses Zach, his laughter and smiles, his and Chris’ banter and he misses Chris. He can’t see his friend in that empty shell inside the bedroom. Karl sighs and looks up at the dark ceiling. They need to find that bastard, he wants his friends back. He needs them. Then he hears it. Soft, muffled sounds coming from the bedroom, almost inaudible. Someone is crying.
He gets up and walks towards the bedroom, one hand trailing the wall of the hallway so he won’t trip in the dark. The door is slightly ajar and he opens it to glance inside. Chris is curled up on the bed, face pressed into a pillow that Karl bets is Zach’s, fists clenched in the comforter and shoulders shaking. Fuck. Karl opens the door further and steps inside. Chris’ crying is muffled in the pillow, but Karl can hear it and he feels his heart clench. He sighs and slides into the bed and lies down behind Chris.
His friend startles badly when the bed dips, but he doesn’t turn around and buries his face even deeper into the pillow. Karl inches closer and wraps his arms around Chris. He ignores the way his friend’s body stiffens at his touch and pulls him closer into his embrace. He murmurs comfortingly, stupid inane chatters of “it’s going to be okay” and “don’t worry”, and finally Chris relaxes and melts back against him. Karl rubs his hands soothingly along Chris’ chest and arms, and then Chris turns around and clutches at him, hides his face under Karl’s chin and starts sobbing. Karl blinks against the tears in his own eyes and holds him close.
They need to find that bastard, and quick. Karl grits his teeth and hopes that the last name on their list is the right one.
-----
It isn’t. Suspect 20 is not the guy they are after. Karl leans against the wall and watches as Chris realises this, as the knife drops from his friend’s suddenly slack hand while suspect 20 lies on the ground and whimpers. Chris turns towards Karl and looks at him and Karl draws a sharp breath at the expression on his face. Resigned and... lifeless. Then Chris walks off, movements jerky and wooden, without sparing another glance at the sobbing man behind them, and Karl hurries to catch up.
“Chris, wait!”
Chris doesn’t stop, doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even give a sign that he’s heard him. He gets in the car and starts the engine, Karl has to run to get into the passenger seat before his friend drives off without him. Chris stares straight ahead, ignores Karl and doesn’t react to anything he says. He just drives, face empty and eyes dull, shoulders drawn up and knuckles white where he’s gripping the steering wheel. Karl gives up trying to get him to talk and just watches him. Fuck. What now? Minutes pass and Karl wonders what to do.
“I failed him. I couldn’t find the guy, all those names on that fucking list, and none of them was the one who hurt Zach. I failed him, Karl, I failed him.”
Karl flinches as Chris suddenly speaks. His voice sounds hoarse and full of pain, and Karl reaches a hesitant hand towards Chris’ shoulder, his friend shrugs it off without looking at him. Chris draws a shuddering breath and Karl’s throat constricts. “You didn’t Chris, you didn’t fail him. We’ll find him. We’ll…”
“Will we? Where? Where the fuck will we find him after I’ve just spent over a week beating up all the people who hold a grudge against me and I still couldn’t find the one responsible! Tell me, where should I look now? There’s no one left, Karl! I couldn’t find him and Zach… I failed him! I promised him I wouldn’t let him get hurt, and now...”
Chris punches the dashboard and Karl winces in sympathy. “Hey, now, calm down. We’ll find another way, Chris, I promise.”
“Calm down? How can I calm down if my lover is lying in a hospital bed with a knife wound in his stomach and everybody is waiting for me to find the one who did it!” Chris’ voice breaks and Karl reaches for his shoulder again. Chris ignores his hand, grips the steering wheel tighter and continues: “I let Zach down, I let Joe down, I let everyone down and how can I ever look them in the eye again if I can’t even protect my lover!”
“You did your best, Chris, you did what you could. You can’t protect Zach from everything, and nobody would have imagined that...”
“But I should! That’s why I’m here, to keep him safe!” Chris groans and shakes his head angrily. “Did you know Joe promised me he’d kill me if I got Zach hurt, back then when I first met him? This is all my fault, and I want to fix it, but I can’t! Tell me, what am I supposed to do now? I have no idea who did this to Zach and I will never find out! I failed them all, Karl, and I can’t bear the thought that Zach is lying in that fucking hospital while this bastard is still running free and laughing his ass off because I can’t find him!”
Karl opens his mouth and closes it again. Chris laughs brokenly and drives on. Karl rubs his shoulder and tries to think of what to say. “Chris… I promise you, we’ll find the fucker. The guys at the club are still looking for leads, and Bruce is keeping an eye on the police investigation, there’s still a chance. Don’t give up on me, please. We just need to keep looking…”
“With all due respect, Karl, shut up. I don’t want to hear anything right now.”
Karl snaps his mouth shut and removes his hand from Chris’ shoulder. His friend wipes a hand over his eyes quickly and continues to drive. Karl watches him and clenches his fists. Fuck, they need to find a lead, soon, or who knows what Chris might do.
They reach their destination and Karl isn’t really surprised when he sees the hospital. Chris stops the car and gets out without bothering to take the key out of the ignition. Karl fumbles to get it, locks the car and races after Chris, who strides towards the entrance without looking back at Karl. The elevator ride is silent, and when they reach Zach’s floor Karl slows down a bit. Chris should have a few minutes alone with Zach, Karl’s gonna wait outside.
Chris walks towards the door and ignores the nurses’ shocked whispers at his still bloody hands - maybe he should have made him wash them after the thing with suspect 20. Karl glares at the women and they scatter when they see his face. Good. He smirks. Give the boys some solitude. He’ll stand guard out here, wait for them to…
“What the fuck! Karl!”
Chris’ surprised and angry shout makes Karl hasten to get to the room. What now? Is Zach awake? He enters the room and stops, barely inside the doorway. “What the fuck” sounds about right. The room is empty. Zach is gone.
TBC....
CLIFFHANGER MUHAHAHAHA!!!
Okay, no. Even I'm not that cruel. Next part is here...
*smirk*