NEW! The Lightning Strike - Part Five (AWTW/Nuke/Angels Lie)
Title: The Lightning Strike - Part Four
What It Is: Oneshot/Songfic/"Angels Lie" 'verse
Rating: R for language, content
Prompt: Still another sequel to “Angels Lie”!
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.
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The Lightning Strike - Part Five
At the last second, Luke sees a dark blur of movement out of the corner of his eye. With a howl of adrenaline-fueled rage, Turo crashes into Maloney, propelling him backwards and out the half-open door. Casey follows, and the door swings shut behind him.
Luke stands frozen for a moment, then lunges for the door. As his fingertips brush the handle, he’s suddenly brought up short, like a dog on a leash. Like a dog, he yelps in shock and fear.
Just as suddenly, he’s dragged backwards, stumbling. It takes a half second to recognize the sensation of strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from the door. Then he’s spun around and slammed against the wall, hard enough to force another yelp out of him.
A hand comes up to cover his mouth and a body presses into him, pinning him against the wall.
“Shhhhh!” The figure glares at him with blue eyes.
Luke’s entire body sags in relief, and he shoves the hand away impatiently.
“Reid! Are you okay?” He cups Reid’s face with his hands. “God, I thought you were dead!”
Luke pats Reid’s neck and shoulders, searching for injuries. “Did he hit you? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” Reid’s voice is clipped and calm.
Luke hears muffled shouting from outside, and struggles against Reid’s grip.
“Come on! The Colonel’s getting away!”
“I know.” Again, Reid’s voice is expressionless.
“We have to stop him! We have to help Casey and-”
Luke stops as his brain finally registers what his eyes are seeing. Reid is dressed in jeans and a denim shirt, with a baseball cap on his head. He looks nondescript, ordinary, so unlike his usual immaculately dressed self. He could be anybody -- a patient, a visitor, a member of the janitorial staff on break…
And Luke suddenly realizes how Colonel Mayer got past the cops. It wasn’t just because his accomplice walked into the hospital wearing the uniform of a delivery guy, and the Colonel walked out wearing it. And it wasn’t just because nobody notices a floral delivery van at the loading dock of a hospital and nobody peers behind a big bouquet of flowers to see if the man holding them happens to be an escaped felon.
It’s because, once again, the Colonel had a man on the inside.
And that man is the actual Reid Oliver. Not the one disguised as him, who used his photo ID and security badge to go wherever he wanted in the hospital, avoiding the main elevators, avoiding the common areas. (And even if a security camera caught a glimpse of him, it would only show a red-haired surgeon going about his routine. A notoriously anti-social and snarky surgeon, whom nobody in their right mind wanted to stop or question.)
“Reid,” Luke whispers, horrified. “You’re helping the Colonel escape? Why?”
In reply, Reid seizes Luke’s face and crushes his lips in a wet, bruising kiss. Luke hears more shouting outside and struggles. In response, Reid shoves his body harder against Luke’s, holding him fast. Luke works one hand free and tries to push Reid away, but Reid captures his wrist in a fierce grip, slams it back against the wall, and deepens the kiss, pressing his hips into Luke’s. Luke has enough time to notice that Reid tastes faintly of cigarettes. Then he feels a sharp pain in his lower lip, following by another shove, this one against his chest.
“Goodbye, Luke Snyder.”
Luke falls backwards and hits the concrete floor with a heavy thud. As he does, he hears a loud creak and a metallic clang as the heavy door slams shut.
He’s alone in the darkness. And his friends are outside with a madman.
***
Less than a minute has passed since Turo tackled Maloney. It takes another thirty seconds for Luke to scramble to his feet, find a light switch, turn it on, and realize where he is.
In the boiler room of the hospital.
Luke tries the door handle, but it doesn’t move. The logical part of his brain tells him that the door doesn’t lock from the outside, that Reid must have wedged the door shut or blocked it with something heavy. Still, he panics, pounding on the metal panels with his fists.
“Open up! Damn you, Reid Oliver! Open this door!”
There’s no reply. And Luke knows where Reid has gone.
He turns, scanning the room for some way to open the door, some way to call for help. Absently, he touches lower lip, which still stings, wincing when his fingertips come away bloody.
He sees a fire alarm on the opposite wall and dives for it. But even as his hand comes down on the handle, triggering an (ungodly loud) shrieking noise, he hears gunshots, audible even through the heavy door.
“Reid! Open the door!”
Luke beats on the door until his hands bleed, but it doesn’t open.
What if this storm ends?
and leaves us nothing
except a memory
a distant echo
I want pinned down
I want unsettled
Rattle cage after cage
until my blood boils
I want to see you
as you are now
every single day
that I am living
Painted in flames
All peeling thunder
Be the lightning in me
that strikes relentless**
The End
***
To be continued…in the next story!
**Lyrics from “The Lightning Strike” by Snow Patrol**
What It Is: Oneshot/Songfic/"Angels Lie" 'verse
Rating: R for language, content
Prompt: Still another sequel to “Angels Lie”!
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.
link
***
The Lightning Strike - Part Five
At the last second, Luke sees a dark blur of movement out of the corner of his eye. With a howl of adrenaline-fueled rage, Turo crashes into Maloney, propelling him backwards and out the half-open door. Casey follows, and the door swings shut behind him.
Luke stands frozen for a moment, then lunges for the door. As his fingertips brush the handle, he’s suddenly brought up short, like a dog on a leash. Like a dog, he yelps in shock and fear.
Just as suddenly, he’s dragged backwards, stumbling. It takes a half second to recognize the sensation of strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from the door. Then he’s spun around and slammed against the wall, hard enough to force another yelp out of him.
A hand comes up to cover his mouth and a body presses into him, pinning him against the wall.
“Shhhhh!” The figure glares at him with blue eyes.
Luke’s entire body sags in relief, and he shoves the hand away impatiently.
“Reid! Are you okay?” He cups Reid’s face with his hands. “God, I thought you were dead!”
Luke pats Reid’s neck and shoulders, searching for injuries. “Did he hit you? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” Reid’s voice is clipped and calm.
Luke hears muffled shouting from outside, and struggles against Reid’s grip.
“Come on! The Colonel’s getting away!”
“I know.” Again, Reid’s voice is expressionless.
“We have to stop him! We have to help Casey and-”
Luke stops as his brain finally registers what his eyes are seeing. Reid is dressed in jeans and a denim shirt, with a baseball cap on his head. He looks nondescript, ordinary, so unlike his usual immaculately dressed self. He could be anybody -- a patient, a visitor, a member of the janitorial staff on break…
And Luke suddenly realizes how Colonel Mayer got past the cops. It wasn’t just because his accomplice walked into the hospital wearing the uniform of a delivery guy, and the Colonel walked out wearing it. And it wasn’t just because nobody notices a floral delivery van at the loading dock of a hospital and nobody peers behind a big bouquet of flowers to see if the man holding them happens to be an escaped felon.
It’s because, once again, the Colonel had a man on the inside.
And that man is the actual Reid Oliver. Not the one disguised as him, who used his photo ID and security badge to go wherever he wanted in the hospital, avoiding the main elevators, avoiding the common areas. (And even if a security camera caught a glimpse of him, it would only show a red-haired surgeon going about his routine. A notoriously anti-social and snarky surgeon, whom nobody in their right mind wanted to stop or question.)
“Reid,” Luke whispers, horrified. “You’re helping the Colonel escape? Why?”
In reply, Reid seizes Luke’s face and crushes his lips in a wet, bruising kiss. Luke hears more shouting outside and struggles. In response, Reid shoves his body harder against Luke’s, holding him fast. Luke works one hand free and tries to push Reid away, but Reid captures his wrist in a fierce grip, slams it back against the wall, and deepens the kiss, pressing his hips into Luke’s. Luke has enough time to notice that Reid tastes faintly of cigarettes. Then he feels a sharp pain in his lower lip, following by another shove, this one against his chest.
“Goodbye, Luke Snyder.”
Luke falls backwards and hits the concrete floor with a heavy thud. As he does, he hears a loud creak and a metallic clang as the heavy door slams shut.
He’s alone in the darkness. And his friends are outside with a madman.
***
Less than a minute has passed since Turo tackled Maloney. It takes another thirty seconds for Luke to scramble to his feet, find a light switch, turn it on, and realize where he is.
In the boiler room of the hospital.
Luke tries the door handle, but it doesn’t move. The logical part of his brain tells him that the door doesn’t lock from the outside, that Reid must have wedged the door shut or blocked it with something heavy. Still, he panics, pounding on the metal panels with his fists.
“Open up! Damn you, Reid Oliver! Open this door!”
There’s no reply. And Luke knows where Reid has gone.
He turns, scanning the room for some way to open the door, some way to call for help. Absently, he touches lower lip, which still stings, wincing when his fingertips come away bloody.
He sees a fire alarm on the opposite wall and dives for it. But even as his hand comes down on the handle, triggering an (ungodly loud) shrieking noise, he hears gunshots, audible even through the heavy door.
“Reid! Open the door!”
Luke beats on the door until his hands bleed, but it doesn’t open.
What if this storm ends?
and leaves us nothing
except a memory
a distant echo
I want pinned down
I want unsettled
Rattle cage after cage
until my blood boils
I want to see you
as you are now
every single day
that I am living
Painted in flames
All peeling thunder
Be the lightning in me
that strikes relentless**
The End
***
To be continued…in the next story!
**Lyrics from “The Lightning Strike” by Snow Patrol**