Birthday Fic for Hunters Retreat!
Title - I told you so
Fandom - Dark Angel AU
Pairing - Logan/Alec
Rating - PG-13
Summary - Set in the supernatural universe, Alec is a hunter and Logan is his valuable partner. while Alec is out on a hunt Logan gets a dangerous visitor.
A/N - Thanks to Downfall35 for the quick and awesome beta. Written for hunters_retreat's birthday and the first fic in my first ever verse, name The Fusion Verse.
Five years, it had taken him five years to find the perfect host. His goal was critical, important to carry out not only to himself but to all of demon kind. Taking out the hunter Alec McDowell was no easy task, any demon the human came up against was never heard from again, at least not topside. The hunter’s record was flawless, but he wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. No he knew better, he knew things others did not. Alec had a partner, a very important partner.
Logan Cale, he was the brains of the whole operation. He did the research, found the hunts, got Alec all the information the hunter needed to put to rest whatever evil Logan had dug up.
He had watched, studied and knew that the blonde man wasn’t only Alec’s partner in hunting, no he meant much more to the hunter. It was exciting to finally be putting his plan into action; taking out the man in the wheel chair would be easy as pie. It would be like getting his cake and eating it too.
Now he sat waiting, crouched and hidden in the distant forest watching as the hunter left the building, checking wards and other such enchantments before climbing on his motor cycle and taking off.
He waited for half an hour more, making sure the hunter would not return before approaching the house.
~
Logan finally ushered Alec out the door insisting he would be fine, sometimes his lover worried him with how much he worried.
“But you know how much I hate leaving you behind like this,” Alec protested glaring down at Logan.
“And we both know nothing ever happens to me while you’re gone, yet you come up broken and bleeding, so shut up and go do the hunt before more people get hurt; I’ll be fine.” Logan insisted getting irritated, he loved Alec he really did, but sometimes the hunter irritated him like no other.
“Alright, alright, don’t miss me too much,” Alec said flashing a cocky grin before finally leaving the house. He waited, listening for Logan to lock the door and deadbolt it before he actually left the front steps.
Logan rolled his eyes once he locked the door knowing full well that Alec was waiting and listening with that damned good hearing of his, whatever Alec was he wasn’t entirely human, not that Logan minded in the least, he actually worried a lot less than he should with Alec always off hunting.
Making his way back into the study he tidied up the books he was recently looking into, putting them back on the shelves and cleaning up all the papers scattered all over the place. He took his place at the computer and began researching the next case he’d be sending Alec on. Some days he got annoyed always doing research, sending his boyfriend into danger every other day. But mostly he got annoyed with not getting to spend as much time with Alec as he should.
They had been together since they’d first met over six years ago, Alec was already a hunter hardened and determined even at fifteen, Logan had been entranced instantly.
He had been going to collage to become a journalist, and Alec had waltzed into town acting like he owned it, investigating Logan’s leads with ease and charm. He had been both impressed and angered by this child doing his job better than him. Logan was twenty-one at the time looking into the rumours of a haunting. He didn’t know much let alone understand the supernatural world that was around them but he had a sharper mind than the rest of the world and Alec proved everything he thought was true and more.
His life had changed forever and Logan never resented it, not even when a hunt went wrong and almost killed him condemning him to a life stuck in a wheel chair. That’s was when Alec stopped allowing him on hunts, blaming himself for Logan’s accident.
A knock on the door tore him from his thoughts and he headed to the door looking through the view screen to see who it was and was surprised to see Alec. He shook his head and unlocked the door and opened it, “What’d you forget?” he asked.
“My keys,” came the easy reply as he stepped into the house, Logan rolling his eyes and heading back into the house.
“You’d lose your head if it weren’t attached to your shoulders.” He said grabbing something from his desk.
“You know me,” a cocky smirk and a shrug.
“Yeah, I do,” Logan replied turning around suddenly, he stabbed his letter opener into Alec’s thigh before tossing holy water in his face.
He hissed and howled face steaming with burnt flesh. Pulling the letter opener from his leg, blood glistening off the silver tip, he lunged at Logan who had already started making a hasty retreat to another room.
Logan knew his house well, and moved through it quickly, but not quickly enough the demon caught up with him, grabbing the back of his chair and throwing it across the room. He landed roughly on the floor, pulling himself with his arms across the ground, scrambling.
The demon laughed walking over to him and grabbing his hair forcing his head back at a painful angle. “Not so smart now are ya Logan?” it taunted with Alec’s face, his voice.
“How?” he managed to grunt out, mind reeling over possibilities, he was coming up blank though because demons couldn’t possess shape shifters.
“Wasn’t hard, just took some time and patience,” it taunted pulling Logan up by his arm grinning at him all too familiar but it wasn’t right.
Logan winced in pain and started to recite a Latin spell, the demon winced and dropped him covering his ears.
He scrambled across the floor after that, moving to the designated work area, the Hunter’s Retreat as Alec liked to call it. It was just a room in the house where they kept, cleaned and forged weapons for hunting.
“You son of a bitch,” the demon growled chasing after him with heavy footsteps.
Logan continued to drag himself across the floor relentlessly, just a little further, just a bit more...
The demon grabbed his leg and he gripped the chair and desk leg, pulling his leg from the others grasp. He heard a growl behind him a pause and then laughter.
“You sly little cripple!” he tisked pacing back and forward, “led me into a devil’s trap, I shoulda known.”
Logan pulled himself into the chair, his heart thundering in his chest, he grabbed the phone with shaking hands and it took him three tries before he could dial Alec’s number, mentally cursing himself for being so foolish.
“Awww miss me already babe?” Alec answered the phone, smirk evident in his voice, thankfully he hadn’t been driving his motorcycle.
“Just shut up and get your ass home,” Logan growled eyeing the demon that was pacing back and forward like a hunter stalking it’s pray.
“You know I love it when you take charge like that,” Alec started to say before Logan cut him off.
“This isn’t a fucking booty call Alec!” he cursed, “get home, I was just attacked by a fucking demon and he looks like he could be your clone.” He barely finished speaking before the phone was hung up.
“On his way I presume?” the demon asked crouching at the edge of the devil’s trap arms dangling languidly between his legs.
“Why are you here?” Logan demanded fixing his glasses despite how pathetic the action seemed.
“I thought my intent was obvious,” he drawled in a tone far too casual, “I’m here to kill you.”
Logan scowled, understanding full well the implications of this. “Well you failed,” he replied. Grabbing a text from the desk and leafing through it, eyes trained on the demon studying his perfectly matched form. “Tell me how,” he demanded.
“I told you,” the demon said standing “A lot of time and patience.” He grinned enjoying pissing the researcher off.
“You know what I meant,” he said calmly, finally stopping on a page, eyes never leaving the demons.
“No fun,” he said with a mock pout, “It really isn’t a matter of how, it’s more a matter of who.”
“What do you mean?” Logan asked narrowing his eyes.
“I mean that lover of yours isn’t unique. This one,” he gestured to the body, “whoever he is, is like him. Different, special...hungry for the hunt.” He gave an exaggerated shiver “I can feel him inside, wanting it, lusting for it, the thrill of the hunt, of the kill. He’s a natural born predator.” The demon gave a toothy grin, “he is a soldier of no army, a wolf with no pack.” He said stalking back and forward once more. “Your boy has just found a temporary outlet.”
Logan ignored most of what the demon said, especially what he said about Alec. Alec wasn’t like that at all, he hunted to help people, not to kill. Sure it sometimes seemed that he liked it too much. Back when they hunted together Alec couldn’t wait to get home and fuck after a hunt, sometimes they didn’t make it further than the car. Logan had never given it much thought before, had just figured it was adrenalin but now...could the demon be telling the truth.
‘No!’ he mentally scolded himself, Alec was nothing like what this demon describe and Logan would be a fool to listen.
“Doesn’t matter,” Logan said finally looking away from the demon and getting right to business “You’re going right back to hell.” He said and began reading the incantation, having no trouble pronouncing the words as he read the complicated spell.
The demon scowled, looking down right livid, eyes shifting to black as the spell already began to take effect. Slipping the letter opener from his sleeve he waited for the look from Logan he knew would come, Hunters were too careful like that. After it passed he attacked, throwing the letter opener with as much force he could.
Logan cried out in pain, dropping the book in his lap, the incantation broken as the silver pierced his left shoulder, the demon violently cursing his sudden movement. It was embedded in his flesh halfway up the hilt. He let out a choked, shaky breath as he reached up to touch it, knowing better than to pull it out. “Fuck,” he cursed.
He knew better than to pull the knife out but he needed to finish this exorcism. Grabbing a cloth off the desk. Scowling at it being covered in gun grease, he pulled the letter opener out of his shoulder with a pained grunt and pressed the cloth to it.
The demon laughed at him, “Hurts doesn’t it?” he mocked, his grinning face quickly turning into a grimace of pain as Logan picked up the exorcism once more.
By the time Logan was finished, the demon was on the ground writhing in pain, mouth tossed open in the familiar howl as the smoky substance that was a demons true form erupted from it, returning to hell.
Logan panted as the book slipped from his bloody hand to the floor. He was doubled over, the hand pressed to his wound barely applying pressure. He looked to the host, watching the slow shallow rise and fall of his chest, he was laying on the floor, unconscious and Logan longed to help him.
Suddenly Alec was there pushing him gently so that he was sitting back and was cursing up a storm, he moved over to the body and kicked it not knowing that the demon was gone.
He felt bad though when the body went flying out of the devil’s trap and into the wall. “Shit,” he cursed turning back to Logan, eyes sad, hurt, hating himself.
He left the room and came back with the first aid kit and a bottle of booze. “Drink,” he commanded slamming the bottle down on the table with a little more force than he meant to.
Logan obeyed looking to the unmoving body of the other as Alec tended to his wound. He hissed in pain as his lover cleaned the wound and took a long swig from the bottle feeling the alcohol burn down his throat.
“Are you okay?” Alec asked finally, after Logan’s wound had been stitched and the hunter had calmed down enough to have a conversation. “What the fuck happened?”
“Go check on him,” Logan said nodding towards the other, he was still an innocent after all.
Alec grumbled a bit but did as he was told.
“He showed up with your face, I wasn’t thinking, let him in but the clothes seemed wrong, and he said he forgot his keys.” Logan explained still taking swigs every now and then watching Alec check over the body.
“Pffft” Alec scoffed with a frown “I never forget my keys, and if I do I wouldn’t come back for them,” he said surprised to find a tattoo on the back of the man’s neck almost identical to his own. The man wasn’t doing well and Alec could feel a few broken ribs, not to mention whatever the hell out the demon had done to the body.
“And I know that,” came Logan’s reply. “How is he?” he asked worriedly.
“Not good,” Alec frowned picking the body up to move him to the couch. He returned with Logan’s wheelchair and disappeared off to somewhere else in the house. “He won’t make it an hour let alone the night,” he said coming into the room carrying a needle. It was full of a dark red liquid, one Logan recognized.
“Alec,” he said coming into the living room slowly, “you can’t,” his tone was pleading.
“I need to,” was the reply before Alec gave the needle to the unconscious man, injecting the fluid into his blood and sitting back on the floor. Looking at the man and running his hand through his hair with an expression akin to awe on his face.
Logan understood, probably better than Alec thought he did, he patted the hunters shoulder once, Alec casting him a small thankful smile, before he headed into the kitchen.
Fandom - Dark Angel AU
Pairing - Logan/Alec
Rating - PG-13
Summary - Set in the supernatural universe, Alec is a hunter and Logan is his valuable partner. while Alec is out on a hunt Logan gets a dangerous visitor.
A/N - Thanks to Downfall35 for the quick and awesome beta. Written for hunters_retreat's birthday and the first fic in my first ever verse, name The Fusion Verse.
Five years, it had taken him five years to find the perfect host. His goal was critical, important to carry out not only to himself but to all of demon kind. Taking out the hunter Alec McDowell was no easy task, any demon the human came up against was never heard from again, at least not topside. The hunter’s record was flawless, but he wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. No he knew better, he knew things others did not. Alec had a partner, a very important partner.
Logan Cale, he was the brains of the whole operation. He did the research, found the hunts, got Alec all the information the hunter needed to put to rest whatever evil Logan had dug up.
He had watched, studied and knew that the blonde man wasn’t only Alec’s partner in hunting, no he meant much more to the hunter. It was exciting to finally be putting his plan into action; taking out the man in the wheel chair would be easy as pie. It would be like getting his cake and eating it too.
Now he sat waiting, crouched and hidden in the distant forest watching as the hunter left the building, checking wards and other such enchantments before climbing on his motor cycle and taking off.
He waited for half an hour more, making sure the hunter would not return before approaching the house.
~
Logan finally ushered Alec out the door insisting he would be fine, sometimes his lover worried him with how much he worried.
“But you know how much I hate leaving you behind like this,” Alec protested glaring down at Logan.
“And we both know nothing ever happens to me while you’re gone, yet you come up broken and bleeding, so shut up and go do the hunt before more people get hurt; I’ll be fine.” Logan insisted getting irritated, he loved Alec he really did, but sometimes the hunter irritated him like no other.
“Alright, alright, don’t miss me too much,” Alec said flashing a cocky grin before finally leaving the house. He waited, listening for Logan to lock the door and deadbolt it before he actually left the front steps.
Logan rolled his eyes once he locked the door knowing full well that Alec was waiting and listening with that damned good hearing of his, whatever Alec was he wasn’t entirely human, not that Logan minded in the least, he actually worried a lot less than he should with Alec always off hunting.
Making his way back into the study he tidied up the books he was recently looking into, putting them back on the shelves and cleaning up all the papers scattered all over the place. He took his place at the computer and began researching the next case he’d be sending Alec on. Some days he got annoyed always doing research, sending his boyfriend into danger every other day. But mostly he got annoyed with not getting to spend as much time with Alec as he should.
They had been together since they’d first met over six years ago, Alec was already a hunter hardened and determined even at fifteen, Logan had been entranced instantly.
He had been going to collage to become a journalist, and Alec had waltzed into town acting like he owned it, investigating Logan’s leads with ease and charm. He had been both impressed and angered by this child doing his job better than him. Logan was twenty-one at the time looking into the rumours of a haunting. He didn’t know much let alone understand the supernatural world that was around them but he had a sharper mind than the rest of the world and Alec proved everything he thought was true and more.
His life had changed forever and Logan never resented it, not even when a hunt went wrong and almost killed him condemning him to a life stuck in a wheel chair. That’s was when Alec stopped allowing him on hunts, blaming himself for Logan’s accident.
A knock on the door tore him from his thoughts and he headed to the door looking through the view screen to see who it was and was surprised to see Alec. He shook his head and unlocked the door and opened it, “What’d you forget?” he asked.
“My keys,” came the easy reply as he stepped into the house, Logan rolling his eyes and heading back into the house.
“You’d lose your head if it weren’t attached to your shoulders.” He said grabbing something from his desk.
“You know me,” a cocky smirk and a shrug.
“Yeah, I do,” Logan replied turning around suddenly, he stabbed his letter opener into Alec’s thigh before tossing holy water in his face.
He hissed and howled face steaming with burnt flesh. Pulling the letter opener from his leg, blood glistening off the silver tip, he lunged at Logan who had already started making a hasty retreat to another room.
Logan knew his house well, and moved through it quickly, but not quickly enough the demon caught up with him, grabbing the back of his chair and throwing it across the room. He landed roughly on the floor, pulling himself with his arms across the ground, scrambling.
The demon laughed walking over to him and grabbing his hair forcing his head back at a painful angle. “Not so smart now are ya Logan?” it taunted with Alec’s face, his voice.
“How?” he managed to grunt out, mind reeling over possibilities, he was coming up blank though because demons couldn’t possess shape shifters.
“Wasn’t hard, just took some time and patience,” it taunted pulling Logan up by his arm grinning at him all too familiar but it wasn’t right.
Logan winced in pain and started to recite a Latin spell, the demon winced and dropped him covering his ears.
He scrambled across the floor after that, moving to the designated work area, the Hunter’s Retreat as Alec liked to call it. It was just a room in the house where they kept, cleaned and forged weapons for hunting.
“You son of a bitch,” the demon growled chasing after him with heavy footsteps.
Logan continued to drag himself across the floor relentlessly, just a little further, just a bit more...
The demon grabbed his leg and he gripped the chair and desk leg, pulling his leg from the others grasp. He heard a growl behind him a pause and then laughter.
“You sly little cripple!” he tisked pacing back and forward, “led me into a devil’s trap, I shoulda known.”
Logan pulled himself into the chair, his heart thundering in his chest, he grabbed the phone with shaking hands and it took him three tries before he could dial Alec’s number, mentally cursing himself for being so foolish.
“Awww miss me already babe?” Alec answered the phone, smirk evident in his voice, thankfully he hadn’t been driving his motorcycle.
“Just shut up and get your ass home,” Logan growled eyeing the demon that was pacing back and forward like a hunter stalking it’s pray.
“You know I love it when you take charge like that,” Alec started to say before Logan cut him off.
“This isn’t a fucking booty call Alec!” he cursed, “get home, I was just attacked by a fucking demon and he looks like he could be your clone.” He barely finished speaking before the phone was hung up.
“On his way I presume?” the demon asked crouching at the edge of the devil’s trap arms dangling languidly between his legs.
“Why are you here?” Logan demanded fixing his glasses despite how pathetic the action seemed.
“I thought my intent was obvious,” he drawled in a tone far too casual, “I’m here to kill you.”
Logan scowled, understanding full well the implications of this. “Well you failed,” he replied. Grabbing a text from the desk and leafing through it, eyes trained on the demon studying his perfectly matched form. “Tell me how,” he demanded.
“I told you,” the demon said standing “A lot of time and patience.” He grinned enjoying pissing the researcher off.
“You know what I meant,” he said calmly, finally stopping on a page, eyes never leaving the demons.
“No fun,” he said with a mock pout, “It really isn’t a matter of how, it’s more a matter of who.”
“What do you mean?” Logan asked narrowing his eyes.
“I mean that lover of yours isn’t unique. This one,” he gestured to the body, “whoever he is, is like him. Different, special...hungry for the hunt.” He gave an exaggerated shiver “I can feel him inside, wanting it, lusting for it, the thrill of the hunt, of the kill. He’s a natural born predator.” The demon gave a toothy grin, “he is a soldier of no army, a wolf with no pack.” He said stalking back and forward once more. “Your boy has just found a temporary outlet.”
Logan ignored most of what the demon said, especially what he said about Alec. Alec wasn’t like that at all, he hunted to help people, not to kill. Sure it sometimes seemed that he liked it too much. Back when they hunted together Alec couldn’t wait to get home and fuck after a hunt, sometimes they didn’t make it further than the car. Logan had never given it much thought before, had just figured it was adrenalin but now...could the demon be telling the truth.
‘No!’ he mentally scolded himself, Alec was nothing like what this demon describe and Logan would be a fool to listen.
“Doesn’t matter,” Logan said finally looking away from the demon and getting right to business “You’re going right back to hell.” He said and began reading the incantation, having no trouble pronouncing the words as he read the complicated spell.
The demon scowled, looking down right livid, eyes shifting to black as the spell already began to take effect. Slipping the letter opener from his sleeve he waited for the look from Logan he knew would come, Hunters were too careful like that. After it passed he attacked, throwing the letter opener with as much force he could.
Logan cried out in pain, dropping the book in his lap, the incantation broken as the silver pierced his left shoulder, the demon violently cursing his sudden movement. It was embedded in his flesh halfway up the hilt. He let out a choked, shaky breath as he reached up to touch it, knowing better than to pull it out. “Fuck,” he cursed.
He knew better than to pull the knife out but he needed to finish this exorcism. Grabbing a cloth off the desk. Scowling at it being covered in gun grease, he pulled the letter opener out of his shoulder with a pained grunt and pressed the cloth to it.
The demon laughed at him, “Hurts doesn’t it?” he mocked, his grinning face quickly turning into a grimace of pain as Logan picked up the exorcism once more.
By the time Logan was finished, the demon was on the ground writhing in pain, mouth tossed open in the familiar howl as the smoky substance that was a demons true form erupted from it, returning to hell.
Logan panted as the book slipped from his bloody hand to the floor. He was doubled over, the hand pressed to his wound barely applying pressure. He looked to the host, watching the slow shallow rise and fall of his chest, he was laying on the floor, unconscious and Logan longed to help him.
Suddenly Alec was there pushing him gently so that he was sitting back and was cursing up a storm, he moved over to the body and kicked it not knowing that the demon was gone.
He felt bad though when the body went flying out of the devil’s trap and into the wall. “Shit,” he cursed turning back to Logan, eyes sad, hurt, hating himself.
He left the room and came back with the first aid kit and a bottle of booze. “Drink,” he commanded slamming the bottle down on the table with a little more force than he meant to.
Logan obeyed looking to the unmoving body of the other as Alec tended to his wound. He hissed in pain as his lover cleaned the wound and took a long swig from the bottle feeling the alcohol burn down his throat.
“Are you okay?” Alec asked finally, after Logan’s wound had been stitched and the hunter had calmed down enough to have a conversation. “What the fuck happened?”
“Go check on him,” Logan said nodding towards the other, he was still an innocent after all.
Alec grumbled a bit but did as he was told.
“He showed up with your face, I wasn’t thinking, let him in but the clothes seemed wrong, and he said he forgot his keys.” Logan explained still taking swigs every now and then watching Alec check over the body.
“Pffft” Alec scoffed with a frown “I never forget my keys, and if I do I wouldn’t come back for them,” he said surprised to find a tattoo on the back of the man’s neck almost identical to his own. The man wasn’t doing well and Alec could feel a few broken ribs, not to mention whatever the hell out the demon had done to the body.
“And I know that,” came Logan’s reply. “How is he?” he asked worriedly.
“Not good,” Alec frowned picking the body up to move him to the couch. He returned with Logan’s wheelchair and disappeared off to somewhere else in the house. “He won’t make it an hour let alone the night,” he said coming into the room carrying a needle. It was full of a dark red liquid, one Logan recognized.
“Alec,” he said coming into the living room slowly, “you can’t,” his tone was pleading.
“I need to,” was the reply before Alec gave the needle to the unconscious man, injecting the fluid into his blood and sitting back on the floor. Looking at the man and running his hand through his hair with an expression akin to awe on his face.
Logan understood, probably better than Alec thought he did, he patted the hunters shoulder once, Alec casting him a small thankful smile, before he headed into the kitchen.