The Lengths We Go To (fanfic)
Abby stood quietly on the deck, idly playing with the bracer around her arm, listening to the harsh noise of velcro pulling apart. She was waiting for everyone to arrive. From where she stood, she could see some of the Nightstalkers making their way in. She avoided actually really looking at a lot of them, instead she focussed on the newly born night. The moon was starting to climb into the sky as she crossed her arms under her breasts, having annoyed herself with the sound of the velcro. She was restless, horribly so, she just couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting all the time. She had always been like that but now it was worse, a sure sign that she was nervous...and worried.
“Abigail.” She heard Caulder behind her, he moved lightly for a man of his size but she could hear him approaching even before he said anything. She turned her head slightly to look at him before looking back at the night. You could see the moon resting on the water now. The man moved to her side, his hand sliding up to her shoulder as he gave her a gentle squeeze. “You have to stop blaming yourself.”
“I should have done something.” She murmured, frustration showing on her features.
“And you would have gotten yourself killed. You’re doing the right thing, you called us and you’re gathering one hell of a rescue party.” He sound faintly amused but he couldn’t ever remember a time when they had so many Nightstalkers in one place. He didn’t think it had ever happened because it wasn’t like they had yearly conventions or anything. You got a cell or two here and there, ending up in the same place but generally they were all separate. It was safer that way. When one fell, then another stepped in to fill their shoes. That was how Whistler wanted it, how he designed them and it was how they worked.
Now it was another Whistler bringing them together to save Blade. He looked at her quietly for a moment as she didn’t answer him and then he sighed. “Abby,” His voice was gentle as he used the shortened version of her name and he pressed on her shoulder slightly to turn her to face him. “You need to stop.” He murmured. “You need to stop feeling guilty, about what happened. All of it.” He nodded.
“I can’t.” She murmured, shaking her head, “Not till we get Blade back.”
“Abby, you have to be prepared for the fact that we might not...”
“Don’t.” Her eyes flashed as she looked at him and then narrowed, “Don’t you dare even suggest for a moment that it might be too late.” She shook her head, “We’ll find him. We always find each other, that’s the point, right? We were created to help Blade, my father...”
“This isn’t going to fix everything, Abby. I know you feel bad about what happened, you’ve got some strange vendetta now. I know you’ve been going out almost every night, hunting and fighting. But being suicidal isn’t going to earn...”
“Forgiveness?” She looked up at him and nearly scoffed. “I’m not naive, Caulder. What I did? A big no no, I’m not going to get any kind of forgiveness for that. I’m not on some sort of suicidal mission either but I’m not going to sit back and let Frost have Blade. Whatever that thing has planned, it’s not good and I’m not going to let Blade be a part of that.” She fell silent for a moment.
“When he showed up, he shot me. There was no question or there would be no excuse, if I didn’t take the cure, he’d kill me. I’m not going to let Frost use him. So either I save him and if I can’t...then I’ll put him out of his misery. But I’ll be fucked if I let Frost do it.” She shot him a look, “So we’ll find where he has them, we go in and no matter what, either way, we end it.” It wasn’t easy for her to say but it was what was expected. She didn’t plan on arriving too late, she fully planned on making it in time and getting to Blade before Frost could use or kill him. But if something happened and she had no choice, she would do what Blade had promised her he would do back when she was faced with the cure.
She would kill him instead of letting him become a monster or the toy of one.
She owed him that much after all, that and so much more.
“Abigail.” She heard Caulder behind her, he moved lightly for a man of his size but she could hear him approaching even before he said anything. She turned her head slightly to look at him before looking back at the night. You could see the moon resting on the water now. The man moved to her side, his hand sliding up to her shoulder as he gave her a gentle squeeze. “You have to stop blaming yourself.”
“I should have done something.” She murmured, frustration showing on her features.
“And you would have gotten yourself killed. You’re doing the right thing, you called us and you’re gathering one hell of a rescue party.” He sound faintly amused but he couldn’t ever remember a time when they had so many Nightstalkers in one place. He didn’t think it had ever happened because it wasn’t like they had yearly conventions or anything. You got a cell or two here and there, ending up in the same place but generally they were all separate. It was safer that way. When one fell, then another stepped in to fill their shoes. That was how Whistler wanted it, how he designed them and it was how they worked.
Now it was another Whistler bringing them together to save Blade. He looked at her quietly for a moment as she didn’t answer him and then he sighed. “Abby,” His voice was gentle as he used the shortened version of her name and he pressed on her shoulder slightly to turn her to face him. “You need to stop.” He murmured. “You need to stop feeling guilty, about what happened. All of it.” He nodded.
“I can’t.” She murmured, shaking her head, “Not till we get Blade back.”
“Abby, you have to be prepared for the fact that we might not...”
“Don’t.” Her eyes flashed as she looked at him and then narrowed, “Don’t you dare even suggest for a moment that it might be too late.” She shook her head, “We’ll find him. We always find each other, that’s the point, right? We were created to help Blade, my father...”
“This isn’t going to fix everything, Abby. I know you feel bad about what happened, you’ve got some strange vendetta now. I know you’ve been going out almost every night, hunting and fighting. But being suicidal isn’t going to earn...”
“Forgiveness?” She looked up at him and nearly scoffed. “I’m not naive, Caulder. What I did? A big no no, I’m not going to get any kind of forgiveness for that. I’m not on some sort of suicidal mission either but I’m not going to sit back and let Frost have Blade. Whatever that thing has planned, it’s not good and I’m not going to let Blade be a part of that.” She fell silent for a moment.
“When he showed up, he shot me. There was no question or there would be no excuse, if I didn’t take the cure, he’d kill me. I’m not going to let Frost use him. So either I save him and if I can’t...then I’ll put him out of his misery. But I’ll be fucked if I let Frost do it.” She shot him a look, “So we’ll find where he has them, we go in and no matter what, either way, we end it.” It wasn’t easy for her to say but it was what was expected. She didn’t plan on arriving too late, she fully planned on making it in time and getting to Blade before Frost could use or kill him. But if something happened and she had no choice, she would do what Blade had promised her he would do back when she was faced with the cure.
She would kill him instead of letting him become a monster or the toy of one.
She owed him that much after all, that and so much more.