The Dresden Files / Bob / #48. Sarcastic
Title: Truth or Consequences
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Morgan
Prompt: 48. Sarcastic
Word Count: 683
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgan's demands aren't met.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Notes: Spoilers for What About Bob.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
The death of a wizard was not something that went unnoticed, especially one who held a prominent place upon Chicago's High Council.
Morgan stormed through the mansion like an avenging demon, the white sword of his station blazing with magic as he sought the hiding place of Justin Morningway's murderer. He found only frightened servants who cowered before the dark, glowering giant of quietly seething anger. Mundanes all, they knew nothing of their master's true nature nor what had transpired in the hall below. It did not stop the Warden from bullying them into answering his barked questions nor from casting a spell that dropped each one into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Morgan's long strides carried him back to the scene of the crime. His ebony features creased into a deeper scowl as he looked through the study doorway and espied the Artifact on the desk within. There was still one more potential witness to question.
"Come forth, Ghost!" he commanded.
With a flash of flaming orange and black, the skull's prisoner materialized before him. The specter's long, pale features were aristocratic and impassive, giving nothing away of the thoughts that lay behind the sharp blue eyes.
"Where is he?" Morgan demanded.
"Be more specific," said Bob in a cold, imperious tone. "I am not a mind reader." He sniffed. "Especially of someone who lacks one."
The Warden's hands tensed upon the hilt of his sword but he gave no other outward appearance that the insult had effected him. "The wizard. Where is he?"
"On the floor approximately six feet behind you. I would have thought that much was obvious, even to you."
"He's dead."
"Ah! So you do have some powers of observation. I was beginning to wonder."
The sword blade was a blur as the Warden whipped it upward, the gleaming point coming to within a hair of the pale throat. "Enough games, Ghost. I want Dresden."
"Really, Morgan," said Bob with an exasperated sigh. "What good will your toy do you? Even with your lack of intelligence, it should be obvious that I am already quite dead."
The Warden's eyes narrowed. "I can destroy you." The Ghost knew that perfectly well. Why act as if he didn't?"
"Very well." Bob folded his arms across his chest and waited.
"Well?"
"Well what?" he countered. "If you're going to destroy me, have done with it. Otherwise, you're wasting my time. And a bore."
"Dresden," snarled Morgan. "Where is he?" The Ghost merely watched him and offered no response. "I command you to tell me!"
"You're quite good at that, aren't you? Commanding? Bullying? Laying blame without first endeavoring to learn the truth." The blue eyes flashed with anger and passion. "You have the power to destroy me, yes; but you do not Command me."
Morgan's eyes narrowed as his mind turned over the Ghost's words. "You're stalling," he accused. "You're stalling for time!"
"Am I?"
"You're keeping me here so that Dresden can escape!"
"I am doing nothing of the sort." But there was a hint of satisfaction in the Ghost's tone as he continued, "I am merely answering your questions while Harry seeks sanctuary from a member of the Council."
"Sanctuary!" thundered Morgan. "There is NO sanctuary for a murderer!"
"It was self defense."
"It was murder!"
"Were you there?" Bob demanded. "No, you were not! But I was. And I will testify that it was self defense."
"Your word counts for nothing, You are a magical construct," snapped the Warden. "A dangerous one."
"I am a witness that can be made to speak the absolute truth. You know that perfectly well."
"You have yet to speak the truth to me."
"You do not command me," the Ghost reminded him. "And frankly, I have no love of you or your masters."
"We will see who commands you or not!" said Morgan as he snatched up the skull in a meaty hand. "I will have the truth from you, Ghost!"
"I sincerely doubt you even know the meaning of the word," Bob retorted, and vanished before Morgan could get the last word.
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Morgan
Prompt: 48. Sarcastic
Word Count: 683
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgan's demands aren't met.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Notes: Spoilers for What About Bob.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
The death of a wizard was not something that went unnoticed, especially one who held a prominent place upon Chicago's High Council.
Morgan stormed through the mansion like an avenging demon, the white sword of his station blazing with magic as he sought the hiding place of Justin Morningway's murderer. He found only frightened servants who cowered before the dark, glowering giant of quietly seething anger. Mundanes all, they knew nothing of their master's true nature nor what had transpired in the hall below. It did not stop the Warden from bullying them into answering his barked questions nor from casting a spell that dropped each one into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Morgan's long strides carried him back to the scene of the crime. His ebony features creased into a deeper scowl as he looked through the study doorway and espied the Artifact on the desk within. There was still one more potential witness to question.
"Come forth, Ghost!" he commanded.
With a flash of flaming orange and black, the skull's prisoner materialized before him. The specter's long, pale features were aristocratic and impassive, giving nothing away of the thoughts that lay behind the sharp blue eyes.
"Where is he?" Morgan demanded.
"Be more specific," said Bob in a cold, imperious tone. "I am not a mind reader." He sniffed. "Especially of someone who lacks one."
The Warden's hands tensed upon the hilt of his sword but he gave no other outward appearance that the insult had effected him. "The wizard. Where is he?"
"On the floor approximately six feet behind you. I would have thought that much was obvious, even to you."
"He's dead."
"Ah! So you do have some powers of observation. I was beginning to wonder."
The sword blade was a blur as the Warden whipped it upward, the gleaming point coming to within a hair of the pale throat. "Enough games, Ghost. I want Dresden."
"Really, Morgan," said Bob with an exasperated sigh. "What good will your toy do you? Even with your lack of intelligence, it should be obvious that I am already quite dead."
The Warden's eyes narrowed. "I can destroy you." The Ghost knew that perfectly well. Why act as if he didn't?"
"Very well." Bob folded his arms across his chest and waited.
"Well?"
"Well what?" he countered. "If you're going to destroy me, have done with it. Otherwise, you're wasting my time. And a bore."
"Dresden," snarled Morgan. "Where is he?" The Ghost merely watched him and offered no response. "I command you to tell me!"
"You're quite good at that, aren't you? Commanding? Bullying? Laying blame without first endeavoring to learn the truth." The blue eyes flashed with anger and passion. "You have the power to destroy me, yes; but you do not Command me."
Morgan's eyes narrowed as his mind turned over the Ghost's words. "You're stalling," he accused. "You're stalling for time!"
"Am I?"
"You're keeping me here so that Dresden can escape!"
"I am doing nothing of the sort." But there was a hint of satisfaction in the Ghost's tone as he continued, "I am merely answering your questions while Harry seeks sanctuary from a member of the Council."
"Sanctuary!" thundered Morgan. "There is NO sanctuary for a murderer!"
"It was self defense."
"It was murder!"
"Were you there?" Bob demanded. "No, you were not! But I was. And I will testify that it was self defense."
"Your word counts for nothing, You are a magical construct," snapped the Warden. "A dangerous one."
"I am a witness that can be made to speak the absolute truth. You know that perfectly well."
"You have yet to speak the truth to me."
"You do not command me," the Ghost reminded him. "And frankly, I have no love of you or your masters."
"We will see who commands you or not!" said Morgan as he snatched up the skull in a meaty hand. "I will have the truth from you, Ghost!"
"I sincerely doubt you even know the meaning of the word," Bob retorted, and vanished before Morgan could get the last word.