Third Watch/Halloween Sequel: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (2/?)
Title: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (2/7?)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection. Also, since this is a sequel to a story I wrote a year ago, there are spoilers for that one and it's titled, "Blood Ties."
Summary: Evil has returned to Manhattan.
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story, Crossover
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: I know I'm in the middle of writing a gazillion other fics right now, but this one has been bugging me for the past two months and I finally gave in. I hope to have it completed by Halloween, but I'm not making any promises ;) .
Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (Part Two)
55th Precinct
New York City
October 31st, 2005--2:35 p.m.
Bosco stood in the locker room by his locker, gazing over at Faith. She was changing clothes, but her movements were slow, sluggish. He knew she hadn't slept well the night before--she'd woke up twice from nightmares and the second time she woke, she was screaming. He'd tried to comfort her best he could, but she hadn't gone back to sleep the second time.
She'd lain awake in his arms, her body tense. Her anxiety and fear had been so thick it was nearly tangible. Now her face was pale, and there was a haunted look in her eyes that he was used to seeing constantly on her sister Laurie, but not on Faith. And it made him nervous.
"Hey, there."
Bosco turned around and found himself facing a pretty Hispanic woman with long dark hair and brown eyes. He recognized her immediately as the sargeant of the anti-crime unit, Maritza Cruz. He'd had the displeasure of working with the woman a few times when Faith or one of her kids had been sick and she'd stayed home to take care of them. Cruz was not a person you wanted to be around when she was in a bad mood, and God-forbid if she disliked you. Even on her good days she was difficult to deal with. Aside from her unpleasant dispostion, she had a nickname on the street that suggested her level of corruption: '2 bags Cruz.' 2-bags because if she couldn't find any other reason to throw your ass in jail, she'd plant a coule of dime bags of drugs on you and haul you in for unlawful possession.
"Hey," Bosco said back uneasily.
"I got a space on the unit today. You interested?"
"Uh." He shot a look in Faith's direction, noting that she had grown still as she litened. "Nah, not interested. Thanks."
Her eyes narrowed and she, too, glanced at Faith. "Boscorelli, you and I both know you're too talented to be wastin' your time workin' the beat."
"I appreciate that you think so, but I'm ridin' with Faith." There was a hint of intimacy when he spoke her name. Not that it was any surprise--it was common knowledge to everyone in the department that he and Faith were seriously involved.
"Well, if you're ever in the mood for a new ride, you know how to find me," Cruz said suggestively, winking at him. She smirked at Faith as she left the locker room.
Faith slammed her locker door and the loud, reverberating noise made him jump.
He watched as she turned and walked out without a word. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and followed her. He had the distinct feeling that the shift was going to be a rough one. In more ways than one.
* * *
New York City
October 31st, 2005--2:45 p.m.
"You know, you don't have to do this," Davis said, glancing at his girlfriend. She was sitting in the passenger seat of his SUV with a blank expression on her face. He shut the engine off and sat motionless in the driver's seat.
"Yes, I do," Alex insisted.
He sighed softly and rubbed his forehead, looking out the windshield. "Al, no one would blame you if--"
"I'm fine, Ty," she said sharply. She reached out for the door handle and slid out of the car, slamming the door shut.
She paused by the side of the vehicle, staring at two figures as they walked out of the police precinct across the street. She felt rage spiral through her at the sight, and her eyes flashed as she glared and walked toward them.
"Uh oh," Davis said under his breath as he quickly followed her.
"What are you doing?" Alex demanded, her eyes focused on Faith.
Caught off guard, Faith looked at her in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"I said, 'what are you doing?'" she repeated, her voice harsh.
"Working," Faith answered, still looking confused.
"No. Why are you -here-? In town? Tonight of all nights?"
"Al," Davis said quietly, sensing what was about to happen.
Alex completely ignored him. She took a step closer to Faith. "You and your sister should have left town. Or maybe you don't care that you're putting the rest of us in danger!"
"Alex--" Her voice was soft.
"You are such a selfish bitch! You know that? If people around here start dying, it's going to be your fault. Remember that!" Without another word, Alex turned and stormed away toward the firehouse.
There was a moment of silence among the three officers.
Davis turned to Faith, feeling bad as he saw the weary look on her face. "I'm sorry about that. She's just...she's upset," he said softly.
"You don't have to apologize. I understand," she murmured. She tried to smile, but it turned to more of a grimace. "Have a good tour." Her words were quiet, sad. She turned and walked toward 55-David.
Davis and Bosco exchanged a look.
"Catch ya later," Bosco told him, turning to follow Faith.
"Stay safe," he responded.
"That's the plan."
* * *
St. John's University
Manhattan
October 31st, 2005--6:45 p.m.
"Uh, guys? I think we missed the idea of this party," Emily said somewhat nervously as she followed her group of friends into the sorority house. Lana and Andy and Dana quickly dispersed into the crowd. She glanced at all of the people, wrapping her arms around herself. Everyone was in a costume of some kind. Everyone except her and her friends, that is.
"Yeah, I definitely feel underdressed," Jordan agreed, shifting just slightly closer to her.
She smiled at him. "I'm not big on parties to begin with."
"Me either," he admitted, grinning. "But you knew that."
"Yeah. I was kinda surprised when Lana told me you were coming."
"Well, I only came because she told me you were." He blushed and looked away after he spoke.
Emily felt her heart skip a beat. "Really?"
He turned to look at her again, his cheeks still slightly flushed. "Yeah, really." He was quiet for a moment as they gazed at each other. "You want some punch?"
"Punch would be great," she said softly, her eyes warm.
Jordan smiled, touched her shoulder briefly, then headed toward a table on the other side of the room that was set up with refreshments.
Emily watched him for a moment, then felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She turned around slowly, trying to be casual about it. She had the feeling she was being watched and it made her nervous.
"Isn't this a great party?" Lana asked excitedly as she took a long drink of her punch and moved over to stand beside Emily.
"Um...yeah. It's great," she echoed, forcing a smile.
Just then, a drunken student in a hockey mask bumped into her. He laughed behind the mask, the shrill sound sending chills down her spine.
I'm being ridiculous, she thought, taking a deep breath.
The beginning notes of "Mr. Sandman" blared from the stereo across the room.
"Oh, I love this song," Lana exclaimed.
Emily smiled weakly, glancing at the clock on the wall. As thrilled as she was to find out that Jordan liked her, she couldn't wait until the night was over.
* * *
Blue Moon Cafe
Manhattan
October 31st, 2005--7:05 p.m.
"I'm gonna hit the head," Bosco told her, leaning across the table after they'd finished dinner. "You be okay here for a couple minutes?" There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
Faith nodded slightly, managing a small, forced smile. "Yeah. I'll be all right."
He hesitated, then turned and walked away from the table, heading toward the men's restroom.
"Well, look who's all alone. Are you sure that's safe?"
She looked up to see Sgt. Cruz standing there, a smirk on her face. She picked up her glass of water and took a sip. "You want somethin', Sarge?" she asked coolly, not in the mood to deal with the woman.
"Yeah, actually, I do." Cruz sat down in Bosco's seat and leaned across the table. "I thought I should warn you about Boscorelli."
Faith raised her eyebrows. "-You're- gonna warn -me- about Bosco?"
"He's only with you because he feels sorry for you. Everybody knows how fucked up your family is, Yokas."
She tensed, glared at the woman. "For you information, Bosco and I happen to love each other."
Cruz snickered. "Right. Sure." She shook her head. "If you wanna be with someone who's only with you outta pity, go right ahead. It just confirms how pathetic you are."
"And you just confirmed what a bitch you were," Faith replied, sliding her chair back from the table. "You know, I've heard rumors about you for years. Amazing that they were all really true." Without another word, she threw some money down on the table, and walked outside.
"Faith?"
She stood silently on the sidewalk as Bosco walked over to her.
"Hey, you okay? What happened in there?"
"Nothing." Her tone was more than a little distant. She closed her eyes as an image of Michael stabbing Bosco in the back, then dropping his lifeless body to the ground flooded her mind.
"You seem upset." He moved a little closer to her, but she moved away. He frowned, confused. "Faith?"
"I don't think this is working."
"What?"
"Us. You and me. I don't think this is gonna work."
Bosco stared at her for a moment, shocked. "Since when?"
"I've been thinkin' it for awhile. I just didn't wanna hurt your feelings," she lied, her voice still distant, emotionless.
He was quiet for a few seconds. Then, "You're lying."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are." Bosco moved closer to her, turned her around to face him. "You're upset and you're afraid. But you're not alone, Faith. Don't push me away. Not now."
"You're in danger because of me," she whispered, tears prickling at her eyelids.
"No. Not because of -you-. Because of your brother," he corrected her, his voice soft.
"Same difference," she muttered.
"Not even close." He kissed her forehead. "I'm not leaving you, Faith. No matter what you say."
Faith lifted her gaze to his, her eyes sad. "I hope you don't regret that."
Bosco met and held her gaze. "Never. We're gonna get through this. Together."
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection. Also, since this is a sequel to a story I wrote a year ago, there are spoilers for that one and it's titled, "Blood Ties."
Summary: Evil has returned to Manhattan.
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story, Crossover
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: I know I'm in the middle of writing a gazillion other fics right now, but this one has been bugging me for the past two months and I finally gave in. I hope to have it completed by Halloween, but I'm not making any promises ;) .
Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (Part Two)
55th Precinct
New York City
October 31st, 2005--2:35 p.m.
Bosco stood in the locker room by his locker, gazing over at Faith. She was changing clothes, but her movements were slow, sluggish. He knew she hadn't slept well the night before--she'd woke up twice from nightmares and the second time she woke, she was screaming. He'd tried to comfort her best he could, but she hadn't gone back to sleep the second time.
She'd lain awake in his arms, her body tense. Her anxiety and fear had been so thick it was nearly tangible. Now her face was pale, and there was a haunted look in her eyes that he was used to seeing constantly on her sister Laurie, but not on Faith. And it made him nervous.
"Hey, there."
Bosco turned around and found himself facing a pretty Hispanic woman with long dark hair and brown eyes. He recognized her immediately as the sargeant of the anti-crime unit, Maritza Cruz. He'd had the displeasure of working with the woman a few times when Faith or one of her kids had been sick and she'd stayed home to take care of them. Cruz was not a person you wanted to be around when she was in a bad mood, and God-forbid if she disliked you. Even on her good days she was difficult to deal with. Aside from her unpleasant dispostion, she had a nickname on the street that suggested her level of corruption: '2 bags Cruz.' 2-bags because if she couldn't find any other reason to throw your ass in jail, she'd plant a coule of dime bags of drugs on you and haul you in for unlawful possession.
"Hey," Bosco said back uneasily.
"I got a space on the unit today. You interested?"
"Uh." He shot a look in Faith's direction, noting that she had grown still as she litened. "Nah, not interested. Thanks."
Her eyes narrowed and she, too, glanced at Faith. "Boscorelli, you and I both know you're too talented to be wastin' your time workin' the beat."
"I appreciate that you think so, but I'm ridin' with Faith." There was a hint of intimacy when he spoke her name. Not that it was any surprise--it was common knowledge to everyone in the department that he and Faith were seriously involved.
"Well, if you're ever in the mood for a new ride, you know how to find me," Cruz said suggestively, winking at him. She smirked at Faith as she left the locker room.
Faith slammed her locker door and the loud, reverberating noise made him jump.
He watched as she turned and walked out without a word. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and followed her. He had the distinct feeling that the shift was going to be a rough one. In more ways than one.
* * *
New York City
October 31st, 2005--2:45 p.m.
"You know, you don't have to do this," Davis said, glancing at his girlfriend. She was sitting in the passenger seat of his SUV with a blank expression on her face. He shut the engine off and sat motionless in the driver's seat.
"Yes, I do," Alex insisted.
He sighed softly and rubbed his forehead, looking out the windshield. "Al, no one would blame you if--"
"I'm fine, Ty," she said sharply. She reached out for the door handle and slid out of the car, slamming the door shut.
She paused by the side of the vehicle, staring at two figures as they walked out of the police precinct across the street. She felt rage spiral through her at the sight, and her eyes flashed as she glared and walked toward them.
"Uh oh," Davis said under his breath as he quickly followed her.
"What are you doing?" Alex demanded, her eyes focused on Faith.
Caught off guard, Faith looked at her in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"I said, 'what are you doing?'" she repeated, her voice harsh.
"Working," Faith answered, still looking confused.
"No. Why are you -here-? In town? Tonight of all nights?"
"Al," Davis said quietly, sensing what was about to happen.
Alex completely ignored him. She took a step closer to Faith. "You and your sister should have left town. Or maybe you don't care that you're putting the rest of us in danger!"
"Alex--" Her voice was soft.
"You are such a selfish bitch! You know that? If people around here start dying, it's going to be your fault. Remember that!" Without another word, Alex turned and stormed away toward the firehouse.
There was a moment of silence among the three officers.
Davis turned to Faith, feeling bad as he saw the weary look on her face. "I'm sorry about that. She's just...she's upset," he said softly.
"You don't have to apologize. I understand," she murmured. She tried to smile, but it turned to more of a grimace. "Have a good tour." Her words were quiet, sad. She turned and walked toward 55-David.
Davis and Bosco exchanged a look.
"Catch ya later," Bosco told him, turning to follow Faith.
"Stay safe," he responded.
"That's the plan."
* * *
St. John's University
Manhattan
October 31st, 2005--6:45 p.m.
"Uh, guys? I think we missed the idea of this party," Emily said somewhat nervously as she followed her group of friends into the sorority house. Lana and Andy and Dana quickly dispersed into the crowd. She glanced at all of the people, wrapping her arms around herself. Everyone was in a costume of some kind. Everyone except her and her friends, that is.
"Yeah, I definitely feel underdressed," Jordan agreed, shifting just slightly closer to her.
She smiled at him. "I'm not big on parties to begin with."
"Me either," he admitted, grinning. "But you knew that."
"Yeah. I was kinda surprised when Lana told me you were coming."
"Well, I only came because she told me you were." He blushed and looked away after he spoke.
Emily felt her heart skip a beat. "Really?"
He turned to look at her again, his cheeks still slightly flushed. "Yeah, really." He was quiet for a moment as they gazed at each other. "You want some punch?"
"Punch would be great," she said softly, her eyes warm.
Jordan smiled, touched her shoulder briefly, then headed toward a table on the other side of the room that was set up with refreshments.
Emily watched him for a moment, then felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She turned around slowly, trying to be casual about it. She had the feeling she was being watched and it made her nervous.
"Isn't this a great party?" Lana asked excitedly as she took a long drink of her punch and moved over to stand beside Emily.
"Um...yeah. It's great," she echoed, forcing a smile.
Just then, a drunken student in a hockey mask bumped into her. He laughed behind the mask, the shrill sound sending chills down her spine.
I'm being ridiculous, she thought, taking a deep breath.
The beginning notes of "Mr. Sandman" blared from the stereo across the room.
"Oh, I love this song," Lana exclaimed.
Emily smiled weakly, glancing at the clock on the wall. As thrilled as she was to find out that Jordan liked her, she couldn't wait until the night was over.
* * *
Blue Moon Cafe
Manhattan
October 31st, 2005--7:05 p.m.
"I'm gonna hit the head," Bosco told her, leaning across the table after they'd finished dinner. "You be okay here for a couple minutes?" There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
Faith nodded slightly, managing a small, forced smile. "Yeah. I'll be all right."
He hesitated, then turned and walked away from the table, heading toward the men's restroom.
"Well, look who's all alone. Are you sure that's safe?"
She looked up to see Sgt. Cruz standing there, a smirk on her face. She picked up her glass of water and took a sip. "You want somethin', Sarge?" she asked coolly, not in the mood to deal with the woman.
"Yeah, actually, I do." Cruz sat down in Bosco's seat and leaned across the table. "I thought I should warn you about Boscorelli."
Faith raised her eyebrows. "-You're- gonna warn -me- about Bosco?"
"He's only with you because he feels sorry for you. Everybody knows how fucked up your family is, Yokas."
She tensed, glared at the woman. "For you information, Bosco and I happen to love each other."
Cruz snickered. "Right. Sure." She shook her head. "If you wanna be with someone who's only with you outta pity, go right ahead. It just confirms how pathetic you are."
"And you just confirmed what a bitch you were," Faith replied, sliding her chair back from the table. "You know, I've heard rumors about you for years. Amazing that they were all really true." Without another word, she threw some money down on the table, and walked outside.
"Faith?"
She stood silently on the sidewalk as Bosco walked over to her.
"Hey, you okay? What happened in there?"
"Nothing." Her tone was more than a little distant. She closed her eyes as an image of Michael stabbing Bosco in the back, then dropping his lifeless body to the ground flooded her mind.
"You seem upset." He moved a little closer to her, but she moved away. He frowned, confused. "Faith?"
"I don't think this is working."
"What?"
"Us. You and me. I don't think this is gonna work."
Bosco stared at her for a moment, shocked. "Since when?"
"I've been thinkin' it for awhile. I just didn't wanna hurt your feelings," she lied, her voice still distant, emotionless.
He was quiet for a few seconds. Then, "You're lying."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are." Bosco moved closer to her, turned her around to face him. "You're upset and you're afraid. But you're not alone, Faith. Don't push me away. Not now."
"You're in danger because of me," she whispered, tears prickling at her eyelids.
"No. Not because of -you-. Because of your brother," he corrected her, his voice soft.
"Same difference," she muttered.
"Not even close." He kissed her forehead. "I'm not leaving you, Faith. No matter what you say."
Faith lifted her gaze to his, her eyes sad. "I hope you don't regret that."
Bosco met and held her gaze. "Never. We're gonna get through this. Together."