FAN FIC: The Brand, Part 3
Title: All Your Nights Belong to Me
Style: Prose
Genre: Drama
Rating: R
Length: Drabble
Pairings: Beckington
Warnings: AU, AWE, Slash, Unanswered Questions, etc…
Authoress: cassiopaya
Characters: James Norrington and Cutler Beckett with a supporting cast.
Dedication: corrielle
Word Count: 386
Summary: James Norrington is given a choice: he can serve Lord Beckett during the day or he can serve him at night.
Fic Index: http://cassiopaya.livejournal.com/61458.html
Notes: SPOILER! An advance chapter for your spoiler pleasure! Mercer guest stars in this episode, a sequel to the previous spoiler in which James Norrington was branded.
Part: 3
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Cutler Becket trembled with rage, the edges of his vision white with it, and all he could see was the back of James Norrington’s bloody, smirking head as it bobbed away from him. He would show him and reaching out blindly with shaking hand, Beckett grabbed something heavy from off his desk and let it fly. The rhinoceros horn arched in the air like a lazy bumblebee, spinning slightly, and aiming straight for the back of Norrington’s head. Then the door was closed and the horn continued to tumble slowly through the air, until the blunt tip of the thing imbedded itself into the wood of the door.
Beckett slumped back against his desk and took a deep breath, gaining control of himself. He walked to his door and gave the horn a tug. Belligerently, it stayed stuck. His hearing came back in degrees, from a ringing deafness to the realization that his clerk was laughing at him. Cutler mastered his expression, straightened his clothes, and opened the door. Mercer was hunched over his desk, laughing into folded arms.
“Does something amuse you, Mr. Mercer?” Beckett asked archly and he folded his arms across his chest. David Mercer continued to laugh at him, shaking his head. Cutler struck viciously with his foot and knocked the chair out from under Mercer. His clerk acted as though it had not happened, still curled over his desk, his legs bent as though Beckett had rendered his chair invisible. Cutler huffed in disgust, “Come on then, I need you to get my rhinoceros horn out of my door.”
Mercer roared with laughter at this statement and pounded his desk; ink plopped out of its well and splotched the pages in his log book. Beckett rolled his eyes and went back into his office, slamming the door behind him. “Nevermind!” Beckett called from his office; the horn has popped loose from the door and landed at his feet. Mercer slid off his desk and landed neatly on the floor, sitting cross-legged and laughing like a fool. Beckett picked up his horn and fondled the tip to make sure it was not damaged, and then placed it back on his desk with a sigh. It was turning out to be a long day. It was going to be a long, hard night.
Style: Prose
Genre: Drama
Rating: R
Length: Drabble
Pairings: Beckington
Warnings: AU, AWE, Slash, Unanswered Questions, etc…
Authoress: cassiopaya
Characters: James Norrington and Cutler Beckett with a supporting cast.
Dedication: corrielle
Word Count: 386
Summary: James Norrington is given a choice: he can serve Lord Beckett during the day or he can serve him at night.
Fic Index: http://cassiopaya.livejournal.com/61458.html
Notes: SPOILER! An advance chapter for your spoiler pleasure! Mercer guest stars in this episode, a sequel to the previous spoiler in which James Norrington was branded.
Part: 3
***
Cutler Becket trembled with rage, the edges of his vision white with it, and all he could see was the back of James Norrington’s bloody, smirking head as it bobbed away from him. He would show him and reaching out blindly with shaking hand, Beckett grabbed something heavy from off his desk and let it fly. The rhinoceros horn arched in the air like a lazy bumblebee, spinning slightly, and aiming straight for the back of Norrington’s head. Then the door was closed and the horn continued to tumble slowly through the air, until the blunt tip of the thing imbedded itself into the wood of the door.
Beckett slumped back against his desk and took a deep breath, gaining control of himself. He walked to his door and gave the horn a tug. Belligerently, it stayed stuck. His hearing came back in degrees, from a ringing deafness to the realization that his clerk was laughing at him. Cutler mastered his expression, straightened his clothes, and opened the door. Mercer was hunched over his desk, laughing into folded arms.
“Does something amuse you, Mr. Mercer?” Beckett asked archly and he folded his arms across his chest. David Mercer continued to laugh at him, shaking his head. Cutler struck viciously with his foot and knocked the chair out from under Mercer. His clerk acted as though it had not happened, still curled over his desk, his legs bent as though Beckett had rendered his chair invisible. Cutler huffed in disgust, “Come on then, I need you to get my rhinoceros horn out of my door.”
Mercer roared with laughter at this statement and pounded his desk; ink plopped out of its well and splotched the pages in his log book. Beckett rolled his eyes and went back into his office, slamming the door behind him. “Nevermind!” Beckett called from his office; the horn has popped loose from the door and landed at his feet. Mercer slid off his desk and landed neatly on the floor, sitting cross-legged and laughing like a fool. Beckett picked up his horn and fondled the tip to make sure it was not damaged, and then placed it back on his desk with a sigh. It was turning out to be a long day. It was going to be a long, hard night.