Take Me Down With You - Chapter 3: An Eavesdropper Never Hears Anything Good
Take Me Down With You - Chapter 3: An Eavesdropper Never Hears Anything Good
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Chapter 3 - An Eavesdropper Never Hears Anything Good
Alec crouched and waited on the wet roof. It was chilly, but at least it was no longer drizzling. He watched them through the skylights as he’d done so many times before. This time it was not just loneliness that flooded through him as he watched them make love. This time he was angry and lost. Angry at himself for wanting them. Angry at them for not seeing him. Lost in that he didn’t know what to do. How could they leave him out here looking in? How could they not see how much he needed them? How could he live with himself feeling so desperate, so pathetic? He needed to stop this endless obsession. He needed to cut himself off and harden his heart.
He watched as Logan reached up and pulled Max down again for another kiss and could barely hear him, but his enhanced senses allowed him to eavesdrop. “I love you, Max. I love you so much it hurts sometimes.” Logan was focused intently on Max’s face.
For Alec, love hurt all the time. Damn it! Why couldn’t they love him?
“I love you so fucking much, Logan Cale. I don’t care what Alec says,” Max panted as she grabbed his head and kissed his mouth thoroughly. Alec reeled hearing his name on her lips. It hurt more than he could bear.
A shadow moved behind him. He glanced over to see the usual carvings on the buildings, reminiscent of those Angels in the graveyard. He slipped a bit with the movement and his hand hit the glass as he caught himself. He saw Logan look up and he darted quickly to the side. After a moment, he turned back to keep watching them. It was as though he couldn’t tear himself away from it.
He reached down to palm himself as he watched Logan flip Max over and began pounding into her. He watched the ecstasy on her face and knew she hadn’t been lying earlier. Logan was able to give her tremendous pleasure. He watched the grace of her body as she undulated underneath the firm, lean body of Logan. His ass muscles clenched in ways that made Alec want to nip at it. He longed to see his handprints on that pale skin.
Another loud crunching sound came from the left and he looked up again. That gargoyle angel carving seemed much closer than it had before. Had Alec moved without realizing it? Looking back at the couple below, he knew he hadn’t. He was still watching them from the same angle. Looking back again, the statue was suddenly beside him and it reached out to touch Alec. He jerked back so that only a finger managed to touch his arm lightly, but Alec lost his balance and fell off the ledge.
He would have screamed, except for the voice in his head. ‘You are the one. The one that can change us.’ It echoed so loudly, he almost didn’t feel the whooshing of the air as it flew past. He didn’t feel the sudden crunching at the end as he first landed on the awning of the building and bounced off it and onto the ground, which had been softened by the earlier rain.
No one was around to see what had happened, so Alec laid there, unnoticed, unconscious in the cold, wet night.
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“Well, looky what I found; if it isn’t Dean Winchester. Always knew you’d end up in the gutter. Where’s that brother of yours? Did he leave you again?”
Alec blinked his eyes open. He was cold, sore and confused. He quickly evaluated his surroundings. The man leaning over him was in his forties, dark, thinning hair and dark eyes with a smug look about him.
“Who the hell are you?” Alec asked groggily as he sat up, rubbing his head. He was glad he healed quickly but even this would take some time to recover from. He wondered how long he’d lain on the ground.
The man put his hands over his heart. “You wound me. Here I thought I was your favorite demon.”
“I have no idea who you are,” Alec said, as he attempted to stand. He felt wobbly and his vision was a little blurry.
“What are you doing here?” a new voice called out from the darkness.
Alec spun around and saw the lunatic from the cemetery coming towards them. Figures the man with the weird bow tie would follow him. With his luck he had another fan like Normal.
“Canton, how did you slip through the crack? You don’t belong here.” Bow-tie-guy looked confused and perturbed, but kept glancing behind him.
“Who’s Canton? I’m Crowley,” the man by Alec said. “Who are you?”
Bow-tie-guy crossed the alley to where Crowley and Alec stood. He peered intently at Crowley’s face. “You’re sure your name isn’t Canton Delaware?”
Crowley just raised an eyebrow.
“Huh - interesting. Crowley, huh? The demon?”
Crowley’s eyebrows rose even higher, evidently surprised at the man’s recognition.
“I know who you are now. I’d have never guessed you were a Fix.” The man looked over at Alec. “So you aren’t the only Fix here? Now that is interesting.”
Alec wondered what the hell either one of them was talking about.
“Engimatic. How…boring,” Crowley answered with a long drawl. “And, again, what should I call you?”
“I’m the Doctor and you’d better move fast, you two. The Weeping Angels are coming.”
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“Weeping what?” but by the time Alec asked, he spotted the statue from the cemetery appear just behind the Doctor, scythe raised as if it were about to strike, the blade only about a foot from the man’s neck. The statue froze as soon as Alec looked at it. The Doctor spun to look at where the statue was.
“Well, that is a bit too close, isn’t it?” he said as he backed quickly from the creature without looking away. “Forgot the buggers moved that fast. I suggest we leave and get inside where they can’t find us.”
Alec’s eyes widened, unable to process it. Were they some kind of experimental Transgenics?
He felt the Doctor tug at his arm. “Your friends live here, do they? We’re going to need their help,” he asked as he pulled Alec inside the entryway of Logan’s apartment building.
“My what?” Alec began asking and then realized the man meant Logan and Max. His heart froze. He didn’t want to see them. He couldn’t handle seeing them together. Not now. “They’re not my friends,” he said, coolly. He didn’t need them.
Crowley was still watching the statue, apparently interested.
“What are they, exactly?” Crowley asked and turned towards Alec and the Doctor. Just then a screech of tires took all of their attention and they turned towards the sound reflexively.
“What the…” Crowley asked before shrieking. Alec spun and saw the angel had swung the scythe down towards Crowley but he had caught it in his hands. Instead of struggling though they were both frozen in place, an arc of power flying between them as if they were being electrocuted. There was a black fog being drug out of Crowley and into the angel and pulled back again. Crowley’s face was etched in agony as he convulsed; the angel mirroring his actions and expressions, both seemingly unable to let go.
Without thinking, Alec leapt forward and grabbed the scythe.
“No!!” The Doctor yelled and jumped towards Alec, but he was too far away to connect. He shielded his eyes from the resulting explosion.
Alec flew backwards from the force of breaking the current between Crowley and the Angel. His head hit the pavement as he went down, scythe in hand. A fine dust of powder settled around him from where the Angel used to be.
Alec felt nauseated, but he also felt a thrum of power pulsating through him that he'd never experienced before. It made him dizzy. He choked on the white, chalky dust that now covered him. He looked over to see Crowley collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.
“What…the hell…just happened?” Crowley asked.
The Doctor crouched over Alec. Alec blinked at him, his vision a bit blurry, but he could see the Doctor was watching him with deep concern. The Doctor reached down to take the scythe from Alec's hands and Alec felt a rush of anger. "Mine..." he growled and shook his head. The Doctor jerked back at Alec's vehemence. Alec struggled and sat up, shaking his head. "I mean...fine...I'm fine." He attempted to stand, but swayed on his feet. The Doctor grabbed him around the waist and Alec didn't fight him. He felt too tired to do much of anything.
Crowley sat up slowly. He stretched his fingers and hands in front of him. “This isn't right," he muttered. "Why do I feel so weak?”
The Doctor breathed a deep sigh and glanced over to Crowley. “You’re human now,” he answered, then looked back at Alec who was having problems staying on his feet. “Bullocks.”
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Chapter 3 - An Eavesdropper Never Hears Anything Good
Alec crouched and waited on the wet roof. It was chilly, but at least it was no longer drizzling. He watched them through the skylights as he’d done so many times before. This time it was not just loneliness that flooded through him as he watched them make love. This time he was angry and lost. Angry at himself for wanting them. Angry at them for not seeing him. Lost in that he didn’t know what to do. How could they leave him out here looking in? How could they not see how much he needed them? How could he live with himself feeling so desperate, so pathetic? He needed to stop this endless obsession. He needed to cut himself off and harden his heart.
He watched as Logan reached up and pulled Max down again for another kiss and could barely hear him, but his enhanced senses allowed him to eavesdrop. “I love you, Max. I love you so much it hurts sometimes.” Logan was focused intently on Max’s face.
For Alec, love hurt all the time. Damn it! Why couldn’t they love him?
“I love you so fucking much, Logan Cale. I don’t care what Alec says,” Max panted as she grabbed his head and kissed his mouth thoroughly. Alec reeled hearing his name on her lips. It hurt more than he could bear.
A shadow moved behind him. He glanced over to see the usual carvings on the buildings, reminiscent of those Angels in the graveyard. He slipped a bit with the movement and his hand hit the glass as he caught himself. He saw Logan look up and he darted quickly to the side. After a moment, he turned back to keep watching them. It was as though he couldn’t tear himself away from it.
He reached down to palm himself as he watched Logan flip Max over and began pounding into her. He watched the ecstasy on her face and knew she hadn’t been lying earlier. Logan was able to give her tremendous pleasure. He watched the grace of her body as she undulated underneath the firm, lean body of Logan. His ass muscles clenched in ways that made Alec want to nip at it. He longed to see his handprints on that pale skin.
Another loud crunching sound came from the left and he looked up again. That gargoyle angel carving seemed much closer than it had before. Had Alec moved without realizing it? Looking back at the couple below, he knew he hadn’t. He was still watching them from the same angle. Looking back again, the statue was suddenly beside him and it reached out to touch Alec. He jerked back so that only a finger managed to touch his arm lightly, but Alec lost his balance and fell off the ledge.
He would have screamed, except for the voice in his head. ‘You are the one. The one that can change us.’ It echoed so loudly, he almost didn’t feel the whooshing of the air as it flew past. He didn’t feel the sudden crunching at the end as he first landed on the awning of the building and bounced off it and onto the ground, which had been softened by the earlier rain.
No one was around to see what had happened, so Alec laid there, unnoticed, unconscious in the cold, wet night.
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“Well, looky what I found; if it isn’t Dean Winchester. Always knew you’d end up in the gutter. Where’s that brother of yours? Did he leave you again?”
Alec blinked his eyes open. He was cold, sore and confused. He quickly evaluated his surroundings. The man leaning over him was in his forties, dark, thinning hair and dark eyes with a smug look about him.
“Who the hell are you?” Alec asked groggily as he sat up, rubbing his head. He was glad he healed quickly but even this would take some time to recover from. He wondered how long he’d lain on the ground.
The man put his hands over his heart. “You wound me. Here I thought I was your favorite demon.”
“I have no idea who you are,” Alec said, as he attempted to stand. He felt wobbly and his vision was a little blurry.
“What are you doing here?” a new voice called out from the darkness.
Alec spun around and saw the lunatic from the cemetery coming towards them. Figures the man with the weird bow tie would follow him. With his luck he had another fan like Normal.
“Canton, how did you slip through the crack? You don’t belong here.” Bow-tie-guy looked confused and perturbed, but kept glancing behind him.
“Who’s Canton? I’m Crowley,” the man by Alec said. “Who are you?”
Bow-tie-guy crossed the alley to where Crowley and Alec stood. He peered intently at Crowley’s face. “You’re sure your name isn’t Canton Delaware?”
Crowley just raised an eyebrow.
“Huh - interesting. Crowley, huh? The demon?”
Crowley’s eyebrows rose even higher, evidently surprised at the man’s recognition.
“I know who you are now. I’d have never guessed you were a Fix.” The man looked over at Alec. “So you aren’t the only Fix here? Now that is interesting.”
Alec wondered what the hell either one of them was talking about.
“Engimatic. How…boring,” Crowley answered with a long drawl. “And, again, what should I call you?”
“I’m the Doctor and you’d better move fast, you two. The Weeping Angels are coming.”
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“Weeping what?” but by the time Alec asked, he spotted the statue from the cemetery appear just behind the Doctor, scythe raised as if it were about to strike, the blade only about a foot from the man’s neck. The statue froze as soon as Alec looked at it. The Doctor spun to look at where the statue was.
“Well, that is a bit too close, isn’t it?” he said as he backed quickly from the creature without looking away. “Forgot the buggers moved that fast. I suggest we leave and get inside where they can’t find us.”
Alec’s eyes widened, unable to process it. Were they some kind of experimental Transgenics?
He felt the Doctor tug at his arm. “Your friends live here, do they? We’re going to need their help,” he asked as he pulled Alec inside the entryway of Logan’s apartment building.
“My what?” Alec began asking and then realized the man meant Logan and Max. His heart froze. He didn’t want to see them. He couldn’t handle seeing them together. Not now. “They’re not my friends,” he said, coolly. He didn’t need them.
Crowley was still watching the statue, apparently interested.
“What are they, exactly?” Crowley asked and turned towards Alec and the Doctor. Just then a screech of tires took all of their attention and they turned towards the sound reflexively.
“What the…” Crowley asked before shrieking. Alec spun and saw the angel had swung the scythe down towards Crowley but he had caught it in his hands. Instead of struggling though they were both frozen in place, an arc of power flying between them as if they were being electrocuted. There was a black fog being drug out of Crowley and into the angel and pulled back again. Crowley’s face was etched in agony as he convulsed; the angel mirroring his actions and expressions, both seemingly unable to let go.
Without thinking, Alec leapt forward and grabbed the scythe.
“No!!” The Doctor yelled and jumped towards Alec, but he was too far away to connect. He shielded his eyes from the resulting explosion.
Alec flew backwards from the force of breaking the current between Crowley and the Angel. His head hit the pavement as he went down, scythe in hand. A fine dust of powder settled around him from where the Angel used to be.
Alec felt nauseated, but he also felt a thrum of power pulsating through him that he'd never experienced before. It made him dizzy. He choked on the white, chalky dust that now covered him. He looked over to see Crowley collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.
“What…the hell…just happened?” Crowley asked.
The Doctor crouched over Alec. Alec blinked at him, his vision a bit blurry, but he could see the Doctor was watching him with deep concern. The Doctor reached down to take the scythe from Alec's hands and Alec felt a rush of anger. "Mine..." he growled and shook his head. The Doctor jerked back at Alec's vehemence. Alec struggled and sat up, shaking his head. "I mean...fine...I'm fine." He attempted to stand, but swayed on his feet. The Doctor grabbed him around the waist and Alec didn't fight him. He felt too tired to do much of anything.
Crowley sat up slowly. He stretched his fingers and hands in front of him. “This isn't right," he muttered. "Why do I feel so weak?”
The Doctor breathed a deep sigh and glanced over to Crowley. “You’re human now,” he answered, then looked back at Alec who was having problems staying on his feet. “Bullocks.”
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