Fanfiction: 'I told you to leave' Part I
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Not suited for minors *cough*
Hi there :3
I'm new to the community and wanted to post something too :3
I worked on this all night long X3
Enjoy!
P.S.: I don't know, how to link that, hope you forgive the long entry ^^'
Please tell me how to do it, I'm a completely newbie to LJ
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Title: I told you to leave Part I of ?
Pairing: future Costigan/Dignam, reference to French/Costigan (all in your heads X3)
Warnings: Strong language, homosexual content (come on, that's why you're here ;3), alcohol abuse,
All swears, especially terms for gays are not my opinion, but written in order to catch the films language.
I don't use them myself ;3
Summary: Dignam asks Costigan for an investigation on French, but Costigan has other plans...
Disclaimer: All characters are absolutely not mine *sob* Fangirling The Departed and Infernal Affairs :3
Notes: First fanfic for 'The Departed' after I read all of your wonderful works *_*
If there are logic mistakes (like names or false plot) or you want to beta-read, note me :3
Comments are higly appreciated also X3
I told you to leave
'You sure?'
Costigan shrugged.
Another thing Dignam hate about the kid. 'You sure, I asked you fag!'
Costigan shrugged again.
'Do whatever you want. I'm off. And don't dare to mess this up, I warn you!'
Dignam threw a few coins on the counter to pay for his beer. They spilled everywhere.
The cop didn't even give it a damn.He was pissed about Costigan.
He had asked the kid to do another undercover mission, since one of his informants told him,
that French, Costello's right hand man, was seen as he visited a brothel for gays.
That little fuck was queer. A goddamn fag.
Which meant, he had secrets he didn't tell Costello.
Dignam needed to know them. He had asked Costigan to make French drunk and seduce him.
Drunken men tell secrets they wouldn't even tell their mothers to their lovers.
Dignam needed Costigan to be French's lover.
Costigan had a pretty face, he would be best for this job.
And Dignam believed Costigan wouldn't mess up, that he could trust him.
But he felt like a piece of shit to request such a thing from the handsome kid.
He couldn't help himself, Costigan was a damn cute little brat.
Dignam looked at him, as he left the bar.
Kid had agreed to the 'investigation' without any hesitation.
The boy would use his slender but beefy body to be of use for the police.
Even his sweet little ass, if French would go that far, Dignam recognized.
Fuck.
He was the one to touch the boy, not that goddamned French.
Snap.
Now he thought about the things he wanted to do to Costigan.
Smutty things, dirty things.
The boy was too careless. He could have said no to Dignam's request.
It wasn't an order , he simply could have send Dignam to hell, to shut the fuck up, to ...
Whatever.
It was too late now. Kid would go over to French's place by tonight.
Dignam sighed, then kicked a can down the gutter.
A cat shrieked out. He felt sorry for a moment, then walked on.
Damn Costigan, damn cute face of him.
On his way back home, he stopped by at a late night super market.
He bought four bottles of Whiskey and some sandwiches.
He would drink himself to unconsciousness tonight, no matter what.
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Costigan's mind was blurred. Did Dignam just asked him to sleep with another man?
And on top of that, not with him, but that fuck French?
He agreed to the 'investigation', because Dignam was the one who has asked him.
If it would have been Brown or one of the others, he would have denied and sent them to hell.
But Brown and the others didn't know he was an undercover cop, so it didn't matter.
He watched Dignam walk out the bar, a frown on his pale face.
The problem wasn't sleeping with a man, but sleeping with a man like French.
There was one thing Costigan wanted to do before this 'investigation'.
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Dignam left the bag filled with alcohol and snacks in the kitchen.
He was too tired at the moment to do other things than falling onto his couch in the living room.
He was alone at home, since he got divorced a few months ago and damned ex-wife took his little baby with her.
At times like this, he missed his daughter like hell.
'Meouw!'
A cat jumped on Dignam's womb.
Cute Lou was the only living thing, his ex-wife left at Dignam's place, 'cause she always hated cats.
He didn't even care about pets either, but Lou was his daughters favourite, therefore he loved it.
Lou began to purr and wanted to be petted by Dignam.
The cop sighed and brushed the cat's head with his big, warm hands.
Sweet kitty was that warm and soothing, he fell asleep.
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Costigan told himself an idiot.
There he stood, like a dog in the rain.
Clenching his teeth, he jumped into the open basement window. Good old Dignam always forgot to close it.
He fell on the cellar's floor and knocked his head on something heavy.
Goddamn.
He saw stars and bright colours for a moment, but his vision cleared surprisingly fast.
He even could see in the dark basement now.
Costigan moved to the place where he remembered the stairs.
'Toc!'
There they were.
The young cop cursed his idiocy. His foot hurted like hell, 'cause the stairs were made of stone and no cotton candy.
He saw stars again. Enough starry sky for tonight, he decided and switched on the light switch.
He could have thought about that earlier. Damn.
'Anyway', Costigan thought, 'I have to find Dignam.'
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Dignam had heard a sound coming from the basement.
He had forgotten the goddamn cellar window again.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
He nearly fly to the living romm's door, accidentally kicking the cat off the couch.
Lou shrieked, which startled Dignam.
A moment later, the kitchen's door swung shut with a heavy knock.
He stood still for a second, listening for further noise from below, but he heard nothing.
Dignam kneeled down and searched for his kitty.
'I'm sorry, Darling. I didn't want to kick you, come over here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...'
But Lou was nowhere to be found.
Instead, he heard a mew from inside the kitchen
The fucking cellar's door led to the kitchen!
Damn.
Who the fuck could get inside his fucking basement to creep into his fucking kitchen?
And above all, to do what?
Do kill him and to rob his belongings?
That was ridiculous.
Dignam didn't own anything beside Lou.
But the housebreaker wouldn't know that.
And on top of that, person's were killed for less.
Dignam felt a little thrill. His hackles raised, which was a confusing good feeling.
He was trained to react like a cop in such situations, not like a fag.
He took his gun out of his belt, where the pistol always was stored, the fuck what Queenan said.
Situations like this happened all the time in a cop's life.
He didn't want to die because of silly police regulations.
Dignam stood in the pitch black corridor and just saw a faint light through the closed kitchen's door.
Someone spoke.
Spoke to him? No, he spoke in a low, absolutely not eerie voice, but Dignam didn't hear details.
It was the voice of a man, as espected. Who did he speak to?
Dignam suddenly remembered, that the cat ran out into kitchen's direction.
Was Kitty in danger?
With a yell he pushed the kitchen's door open.
A man, no, a young man petted his cat. He could just see the guy's back.
Surprised by the noise, Lou ran off.
Dignam encountered the housebreaker with a knee in his back.
Police Hand Book, Chapter 1. A knee in the back always hurts.
Goddamn robber deserved it.
He pushed his gun against boy's temple. As he pulled the trigger, the boy chuckled.
'Dignam! Yo, Dignam, everything's alright! It's me.'
Dignam regocnized kid's voice. it was that bastard Costigan.
Fucking boy. The older cop slapped his face, then stepped from him, securing his gun.
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Costigan scolded himself.
Man.
5 seconds later and Dignam would have blown the brain out of him. Lucky bastard he was.
The young cop sighed and got onto his feet.
His back ached like hell, like Dignam has used all his force to kneel him down.
Costigan rubbed his temple, which also hurted.
'So?' Dignam asked.
'Surprise.' Costigan answered.
He didn't even see the fist which knocked him down.
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Part I -END-
Not suited for minors *cough*
Hi there :3
I'm new to the community and wanted to post something too :3
I worked on this all night long X3
Enjoy!
P.S.: I don't know, how to link that, hope you forgive the long entry ^^'
Please tell me how to do it, I'm a completely newbie to LJ
Ö:Ö
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Title: I told you to leave Part I of ?
Pairing: future Costigan/Dignam, reference to French/Costigan (all in your heads X3)
Warnings: Strong language, homosexual content (come on, that's why you're here ;3), alcohol abuse,
All swears, especially terms for gays are not my opinion, but written in order to catch the films language.
I don't use them myself ;3
Summary: Dignam asks Costigan for an investigation on French, but Costigan has other plans...
Disclaimer: All characters are absolutely not mine *sob* Fangirling The Departed and Infernal Affairs :3
Notes: First fanfic for 'The Departed' after I read all of your wonderful works *_*
If there are logic mistakes (like names or false plot) or you want to beta-read, note me :3
Comments are higly appreciated also X3
I told you to leave
'You sure?'
Costigan shrugged.
Another thing Dignam hate about the kid. 'You sure, I asked you fag!'
Costigan shrugged again.
'Do whatever you want. I'm off. And don't dare to mess this up, I warn you!'
Dignam threw a few coins on the counter to pay for his beer. They spilled everywhere.
The cop didn't even give it a damn.He was pissed about Costigan.
He had asked the kid to do another undercover mission, since one of his informants told him,
that French, Costello's right hand man, was seen as he visited a brothel for gays.
That little fuck was queer. A goddamn fag.
Which meant, he had secrets he didn't tell Costello.
Dignam needed to know them. He had asked Costigan to make French drunk and seduce him.
Drunken men tell secrets they wouldn't even tell their mothers to their lovers.
Dignam needed Costigan to be French's lover.
Costigan had a pretty face, he would be best for this job.
And Dignam believed Costigan wouldn't mess up, that he could trust him.
But he felt like a piece of shit to request such a thing from the handsome kid.
He couldn't help himself, Costigan was a damn cute little brat.
Dignam looked at him, as he left the bar.
Kid had agreed to the 'investigation' without any hesitation.
The boy would use his slender but beefy body to be of use for the police.
Even his sweet little ass, if French would go that far, Dignam recognized.
Fuck.
He was the one to touch the boy, not that goddamned French.
Snap.
Now he thought about the things he wanted to do to Costigan.
Smutty things, dirty things.
The boy was too careless. He could have said no to Dignam's request.
It wasn't an order , he simply could have send Dignam to hell, to shut the fuck up, to ...
Whatever.
It was too late now. Kid would go over to French's place by tonight.
Dignam sighed, then kicked a can down the gutter.
A cat shrieked out. He felt sorry for a moment, then walked on.
Damn Costigan, damn cute face of him.
On his way back home, he stopped by at a late night super market.
He bought four bottles of Whiskey and some sandwiches.
He would drink himself to unconsciousness tonight, no matter what.
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Costigan's mind was blurred. Did Dignam just asked him to sleep with another man?
And on top of that, not with him, but that fuck French?
He agreed to the 'investigation', because Dignam was the one who has asked him.
If it would have been Brown or one of the others, he would have denied and sent them to hell.
But Brown and the others didn't know he was an undercover cop, so it didn't matter.
He watched Dignam walk out the bar, a frown on his pale face.
The problem wasn't sleeping with a man, but sleeping with a man like French.
There was one thing Costigan wanted to do before this 'investigation'.
************************************************************************************
Dignam left the bag filled with alcohol and snacks in the kitchen.
He was too tired at the moment to do other things than falling onto his couch in the living room.
He was alone at home, since he got divorced a few months ago and damned ex-wife took his little baby with her.
At times like this, he missed his daughter like hell.
'Meouw!'
A cat jumped on Dignam's womb.
Cute Lou was the only living thing, his ex-wife left at Dignam's place, 'cause she always hated cats.
He didn't even care about pets either, but Lou was his daughters favourite, therefore he loved it.
Lou began to purr and wanted to be petted by Dignam.
The cop sighed and brushed the cat's head with his big, warm hands.
Sweet kitty was that warm and soothing, he fell asleep.
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Costigan told himself an idiot.
There he stood, like a dog in the rain.
Clenching his teeth, he jumped into the open basement window. Good old Dignam always forgot to close it.
He fell on the cellar's floor and knocked his head on something heavy.
Goddamn.
He saw stars and bright colours for a moment, but his vision cleared surprisingly fast.
He even could see in the dark basement now.
Costigan moved to the place where he remembered the stairs.
'Toc!'
There they were.
The young cop cursed his idiocy. His foot hurted like hell, 'cause the stairs were made of stone and no cotton candy.
He saw stars again. Enough starry sky for tonight, he decided and switched on the light switch.
He could have thought about that earlier. Damn.
'Anyway', Costigan thought, 'I have to find Dignam.'
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Dignam had heard a sound coming from the basement.
He had forgotten the goddamn cellar window again.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
He nearly fly to the living romm's door, accidentally kicking the cat off the couch.
Lou shrieked, which startled Dignam.
A moment later, the kitchen's door swung shut with a heavy knock.
He stood still for a second, listening for further noise from below, but he heard nothing.
Dignam kneeled down and searched for his kitty.
'I'm sorry, Darling. I didn't want to kick you, come over here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...'
But Lou was nowhere to be found.
Instead, he heard a mew from inside the kitchen
The fucking cellar's door led to the kitchen!
Damn.
Who the fuck could get inside his fucking basement to creep into his fucking kitchen?
And above all, to do what?
Do kill him and to rob his belongings?
That was ridiculous.
Dignam didn't own anything beside Lou.
But the housebreaker wouldn't know that.
And on top of that, person's were killed for less.
Dignam felt a little thrill. His hackles raised, which was a confusing good feeling.
He was trained to react like a cop in such situations, not like a fag.
He took his gun out of his belt, where the pistol always was stored, the fuck what Queenan said.
Situations like this happened all the time in a cop's life.
He didn't want to die because of silly police regulations.
Dignam stood in the pitch black corridor and just saw a faint light through the closed kitchen's door.
Someone spoke.
Spoke to him? No, he spoke in a low, absolutely not eerie voice, but Dignam didn't hear details.
It was the voice of a man, as espected. Who did he speak to?
Dignam suddenly remembered, that the cat ran out into kitchen's direction.
Was Kitty in danger?
With a yell he pushed the kitchen's door open.
A man, no, a young man petted his cat. He could just see the guy's back.
Surprised by the noise, Lou ran off.
Dignam encountered the housebreaker with a knee in his back.
Police Hand Book, Chapter 1. A knee in the back always hurts.
Goddamn robber deserved it.
He pushed his gun against boy's temple. As he pulled the trigger, the boy chuckled.
'Dignam! Yo, Dignam, everything's alright! It's me.'
Dignam regocnized kid's voice. it was that bastard Costigan.
Fucking boy. The older cop slapped his face, then stepped from him, securing his gun.
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Costigan scolded himself.
Man.
5 seconds later and Dignam would have blown the brain out of him. Lucky bastard he was.
The young cop sighed and got onto his feet.
His back ached like hell, like Dignam has used all his force to kneel him down.
Costigan rubbed his temple, which also hurted.
'So?' Dignam asked.
'Surprise.' Costigan answered.
He didn't even see the fist which knocked him down.
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Part I -END-