Scent of Fear: Chapter 26
Title: Scent of Fear
Chapter: Twenty-Six
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway/Green Screen
Genre: Slash; Murder mystery; Thriller
Pairing(s): Brad/Ryan. Drew/Greg. Colin/Wayne.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own Whose Line. Not making money from this.
A/N: AU. A fic based on Kay Hooper’s Fear series.
Ugh, not the best chapter I've written, but like I said, I want to get going with this fic.
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"It's a game."
Wayne and Drew shared a glance at Chip's first words after coming around.
"What's a game?" Wayne asked as Drew helped Chip sit up and handed him a glass of water.
"This. The investigation. It's just one huge, sick game."
"What do you mean?"
Chip took a sip of his water and blinked heavily to try and clear his mind and organise his thoughts into some sort of linear pattern.
"I saw a chess game while I was out. A big board, bigger than usual, with wonky squares and tiny pieces. There were two players, one at either end. I was one of them, but not as myself."
"Who were you?" Wayne asked.
"The murderer."
Drew clapped a hand to his mouth, "Oh my God!"
"I think, I don't know," Chip continued, "It's just a theory. But if I'm right, which I suspect I am, it will be a big help in solving this." Drew opened his mouth to talk but Chip cut across him, "I didn't see who it was. I didn't recognise the voice and it was very dark."
"The voice?" said Wayne, "He spoke?"
"Only two words. 'Your move'."
Wayne paced the room and echoed Chip, "Your move...your move...but whose move?"
"You, Wayne. You were the other player."
Wayne froze and stared at Chip.
"It's your move."
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"It's Greg."
Brad's grip tightened on Ryan's wrist a little.
"What's Greg?"
"The voice. It's Greg." They stared at each other for a while before Ryan burst out laughing, "But that's impossible, right? I mean, Greg's...Greg's dead, and I-"
"It's not impossible," Brad said with a sigh, holding Ryan's left hand with both of his, "God, I'm sorry, honey, I should have told you this sooner..."
"What?"
"Chip...thinks you're a medium."
Ryan looked at him with puzzled eyes.
"Someone who can talk to the dead," Brad explained.
Ryan laughed again, shaking his head, and muttered only just loud enough for Brad to hear, "I made a bet with myself that even Chip wouldn't have an explanation...guess I lost. And I honestly don't know if that's good or bad."
"He...he didn't seem..." Brad wiped a stray tear away with his sleeve, "He wasn't overly enthusiastic. He said it was an 'odd presentation'. He said he...he hadn't heard of someone entering the world of the Dead before. Without actually being dead..."
"God..." Ryan looked down at his right hand, which was still pale on the verge of blue from the cold, then quickly back up, "Oh, Brad, don't cry."
Brad got swiftly up from the bed, turned away from Ryan and covered his red face with his hands, "I can't help it! I don't wanna lose you!"
Ryan gritted his teeth, biting back on his own tears.
"Are you cold?" Brad asked.
Ryan nodded, "A little."
Brad closed the window and stared out of it. Ryan sat up and watched him; even at an angle he could see the glistening wetness in his eyes.
"I like that fountain," he said after a while, "It's pretty."
"Yeah. It is."
They stayed silent for a little while before Brad swooped over to touch a chaste kiss to Ryan's lips, "I'll go get Chip."
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Chapter: Twenty-Six
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway/Green Screen
Genre: Slash; Murder mystery; Thriller
Pairing(s): Brad/Ryan. Drew/Greg. Colin/Wayne.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own Whose Line. Not making money from this.
A/N: AU. A fic based on Kay Hooper’s Fear series.
Ugh, not the best chapter I've written, but like I said, I want to get going with this fic.
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"It's a game."
Wayne and Drew shared a glance at Chip's first words after coming around.
"What's a game?" Wayne asked as Drew helped Chip sit up and handed him a glass of water.
"This. The investigation. It's just one huge, sick game."
"What do you mean?"
Chip took a sip of his water and blinked heavily to try and clear his mind and organise his thoughts into some sort of linear pattern.
"I saw a chess game while I was out. A big board, bigger than usual, with wonky squares and tiny pieces. There were two players, one at either end. I was one of them, but not as myself."
"Who were you?" Wayne asked.
"The murderer."
Drew clapped a hand to his mouth, "Oh my God!"
"I think, I don't know," Chip continued, "It's just a theory. But if I'm right, which I suspect I am, it will be a big help in solving this." Drew opened his mouth to talk but Chip cut across him, "I didn't see who it was. I didn't recognise the voice and it was very dark."
"The voice?" said Wayne, "He spoke?"
"Only two words. 'Your move'."
Wayne paced the room and echoed Chip, "Your move...your move...but whose move?"
"You, Wayne. You were the other player."
Wayne froze and stared at Chip.
"It's your move."
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"It's Greg."
Brad's grip tightened on Ryan's wrist a little.
"What's Greg?"
"The voice. It's Greg." They stared at each other for a while before Ryan burst out laughing, "But that's impossible, right? I mean, Greg's...Greg's dead, and I-"
"It's not impossible," Brad said with a sigh, holding Ryan's left hand with both of his, "God, I'm sorry, honey, I should have told you this sooner..."
"What?"
"Chip...thinks you're a medium."
Ryan looked at him with puzzled eyes.
"Someone who can talk to the dead," Brad explained.
Ryan laughed again, shaking his head, and muttered only just loud enough for Brad to hear, "I made a bet with myself that even Chip wouldn't have an explanation...guess I lost. And I honestly don't know if that's good or bad."
"He...he didn't seem..." Brad wiped a stray tear away with his sleeve, "He wasn't overly enthusiastic. He said it was an 'odd presentation'. He said he...he hadn't heard of someone entering the world of the Dead before. Without actually being dead..."
"God..." Ryan looked down at his right hand, which was still pale on the verge of blue from the cold, then quickly back up, "Oh, Brad, don't cry."
Brad got swiftly up from the bed, turned away from Ryan and covered his red face with his hands, "I can't help it! I don't wanna lose you!"
Ryan gritted his teeth, biting back on his own tears.
"Are you cold?" Brad asked.
Ryan nodded, "A little."
Brad closed the window and stared out of it. Ryan sat up and watched him; even at an angle he could see the glistening wetness in his eyes.
"I like that fountain," he said after a while, "It's pretty."
"Yeah. It is."
They stayed silent for a little while before Brad swooped over to touch a chaste kiss to Ryan's lips, "I'll go get Chip."
.x.Sess.x.