L&O/BtVS
Title: Not Happening
Author: hawkeyecat
Fandom: Law & Order: The Original Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character: Fontana, Green, Spike
Prompt: 007. Days
Community: crossovers100
Word Count: 392
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I promise to put them all back where I found them. A girl can play with others’ toys.
Author's Notes: Written at four AM, and I have never written Buffy before. At all. I have what some may call a “bad habit” of using my Friends list. I say it gets them fic. This prompt was chosen by chibicelchan. My thanks, as always, to sarcasticsra for the beta.
They’d found their man. William Primave, also known as “Spike” or “Big Bad” according to his rap sheet, was holed up in a cheap Lower East Side apartment. The sight of all the drawn blackout curtains, though-not to mention the bars on the windows-gave Fontana a moment’s pause. That didn’t feel right.
The illegal lock on the door clinched it.
When the guy didn’t answer their hard raps on the door, it took for solid hits from the door-buster to force it open. That was a bad sign. Fontana signaled Ed back-didn’t want anything to happen to him again, after all. He and a uniform took the lead, clearing the rooms, thoroughly ignoring the dark look he could feel aimed at his back.
Primave was in the bedroom. He might’ve been sleeping; Fontana didn’t care. He flipped the guy over and cuffed him in three quick moves before reading him his rights.
“What the bloody everloving fuck?” Primave demanded, muffled slightly by his bedding.
“You are under arrest for the murder of-”
“Murder? Look, chap, I can’t kill anyone anymore, and if I could, you’d never find me.”
Fontana filed that comment away in the back of his mind. Primave was remarkably cooperative until they started hauling him outside.
“Say, what time is it?” Primave asked conversationally. “After sunset?”
“Two in the afternoon,” Fontana growled, “and bright as can be.”
Primave froze. “Mate, can you come back another time, deal with these charges after dark?”
“Very funny.” Fontana tried to push him forward through the hall and found that the man wouldn’t budge.
“I’m not going out in the sun.” It was remarkably calm.
“Sure you’re not. Now let’s go. You can just pretend it’s not there.”
“Sorry, mate, guess you didn’t understand.” And Primave spun on him, wrenching his cuffed hands from Fontana’s grasp. “It’s not happening.”
Fontana couldn’t believe his eyes. The man’s face had…changed, his brow bunching, features drawing up into a sneer. And his teeth…his teeth were sharp, almost predatory.
A harsh snarl in Fontana’s face, and Primave was gone, over the banister of the staircase, a four-floor drop. Fontana cursed and fumbled for his gun, and Ed raced down the stairs, but by the time Ed looked down again, Primave had vanished.
This one would not be easy to explain to the lieutenant.
Author: hawkeyecat
Fandom: Law & Order: The Original Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character: Fontana, Green, Spike
Prompt: 007. Days
Community: crossovers100
Word Count: 392
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I promise to put them all back where I found them. A girl can play with others’ toys.
Author's Notes: Written at four AM, and I have never written Buffy before. At all. I have what some may call a “bad habit” of using my Friends list. I say it gets them fic. This prompt was chosen by chibicelchan. My thanks, as always, to sarcasticsra for the beta.
They’d found their man. William Primave, also known as “Spike” or “Big Bad” according to his rap sheet, was holed up in a cheap Lower East Side apartment. The sight of all the drawn blackout curtains, though-not to mention the bars on the windows-gave Fontana a moment’s pause. That didn’t feel right.
The illegal lock on the door clinched it.
When the guy didn’t answer their hard raps on the door, it took for solid hits from the door-buster to force it open. That was a bad sign. Fontana signaled Ed back-didn’t want anything to happen to him again, after all. He and a uniform took the lead, clearing the rooms, thoroughly ignoring the dark look he could feel aimed at his back.
Primave was in the bedroom. He might’ve been sleeping; Fontana didn’t care. He flipped the guy over and cuffed him in three quick moves before reading him his rights.
“What the bloody everloving fuck?” Primave demanded, muffled slightly by his bedding.
“You are under arrest for the murder of-”
“Murder? Look, chap, I can’t kill anyone anymore, and if I could, you’d never find me.”
Fontana filed that comment away in the back of his mind. Primave was remarkably cooperative until they started hauling him outside.
“Say, what time is it?” Primave asked conversationally. “After sunset?”
“Two in the afternoon,” Fontana growled, “and bright as can be.”
Primave froze. “Mate, can you come back another time, deal with these charges after dark?”
“Very funny.” Fontana tried to push him forward through the hall and found that the man wouldn’t budge.
“I’m not going out in the sun.” It was remarkably calm.
“Sure you’re not. Now let’s go. You can just pretend it’s not there.”
“Sorry, mate, guess you didn’t understand.” And Primave spun on him, wrenching his cuffed hands from Fontana’s grasp. “It’s not happening.”
Fontana couldn’t believe his eyes. The man’s face had…changed, his brow bunching, features drawing up into a sneer. And his teeth…his teeth were sharp, almost predatory.
A harsh snarl in Fontana’s face, and Primave was gone, over the banister of the staircase, a four-floor drop. Fontana cursed and fumbled for his gun, and Ed raced down the stairs, but by the time Ed looked down again, Primave had vanished.
This one would not be easy to explain to the lieutenant.