NEW! "No Resolution - Part Three" (Nuke/ATWT/Angels Lie)
Title: No Resolution - Part Three
What It Is: Oneshot/Songfic/"Angels Lie" 'verse
Rating: R for language, content
Prompt: Still another sequel to “Angels Lie”!
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.
link
Part One is here:
http://willwork4dean.livejournal.com/37583.html#cutid1
Part Two is here:
http://willwork4dean.livejournal.com/37770.html#cutid1
And now...No Resolution - Part Three
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***
Crime is surprisingly easy, Reid decides.
Then again, perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s never been the most ethical guy on the block. Ethics always seemed arbitrary to him, petty little rules thought up by smaller minds in order to keep bigger minds like his in check. Perhaps those little minds needed their little rules in order to function, Reid thinks, but he never has.
Then again, it could just be the Snyder Factor. The fact that, whatever minimal scruples Reid Oliver possessed seem to go right out the window where Luke’s concerned. He’s never once hesitated to do anything that would bring him closer to Luke, no matter how dodgy it was vis a vis medical ethics, boundaries, hospital policies, or just plain decency. (Hitting on a blind guy’s boyfriend? For some reason the voice of his conscience sounds like Chris Hughes. Seriously, Oliver?) And now he finds he’s willing to do anything to keep Luke alive and ensure his safety, even aiding and abetting a madman.
Oh, who is he kidding, Reid thinks sourly. Of course it’s Luke. Reid may not have been a Boy Scout before he met him, but he’d certainly never assaulted a police officer.
That part was surprisingly easy, too. He’d palmed a syringe from Chris’ lab coat and replaced it with an empty one. Fortunately, Chris wasn’t forced to drug Noah again, so the ruse wasn’t discovered. Then, at the appointed time, Reid requested one of the Colonel’s guards enter the room and unshackle the prisoner so he could be moved for tests. As the officer bent over to undo the cuffs, Reid plunged the needle in the back of his neck, then eased the man’s limp body to the floor. He called out to the second guard in alarm. When he entered, Reid was crouched over his collapsed colleague.
“Heart attack. Get help!” Red snapped in his most authoritative tone. The guard was sufficiently distracted that he didn’t notice the Colonel behind the door, until the Colonel wrapped an arm around his neck and tightened. The man’s eyes widened in panic, then fluttered until he, too, collapsed.
The entire process had taken less than one minute.
The Colonel’s henchman Maloney showed up seconds later, a tall young man with red hair. He and the Colonel embraced quietly but fiercely.
“Good job, son,” Colonel Mayer said. “I’m proud of you.”
Maloney’s face glowed with pride. He stripped off his delivery coverall, which he’d worn over his clothes. The Colonel put it on while Reid handed his lab coat and ID badge to Maloney. He tried not to meet Maloney’s eyes, but he could feel the man smirking at him.
Colonel Mayer picked up the vase of flowers and left the room. Maloney followed seconds later. Reid waited a few heartbeats longer.
When he finally left the room and walked down the corridor, nobody noticed him. Nobody even glanced in his direction. Without his lab coat, his badge of authority, he was invisible. Reid didn’t want to think about the implications of that.
He wasn’t supposed to follow the Colonel and Maloney to the basement. He was the decoy. He wasn’t supposed to be part of the getaway.
That, too, was Luke’s fault. The craving was just too strong. Reid had to make sure the Colonel was gone, out of the hospital and as far away from Luke as possible. He slipped down the back stairs and found a place to watch the entrance to the loading dock.
He certainly never expected to hear Luke’s voice, or to see him running down the corridor toward Maloney.
***
From his hiding place, Reid can see Maloney point the gun at Luke. He’s too far away to intervene. His heart stops. He may even scream.
Then someone tackles Maloney, shoving him out the door. Luke’s idiot friend Casey follows seconds later. By now, Reid’s got his body moving. As Luke reaches for the door handle, Reid wraps his arms around him and drags him backward.
Luke yelps in surprise. Reid spins him around, slams him against the metal door of the boiler room, and covers his mouth with his hand.
“Shhh!” he orders.
Luke’s eyes widen and his body sags beneath Reid’s. He shoves his hand away impatiently.
“Reid, are you okay?” Luke cups Reid’s face with both hands. “God, I thought you were dead!” His fingers frantically pat Reid’s neck and shoulders, searching for injuries. “Did he hit you? Did he hurt you?”
Even now, Reid can’t believe how beautiful Luke’s eyes are, how perfect his mouth, how strong his touch. “I’m fine.”
There’s muffled shouting from outside. Luke struggles against Reid’s grip. “Come on! The Colonel’s getting away
By some miracle, Reid keeps his voice steady. “I know.”
Luke struggles again. “We have to stop him! We have to help Casey and-"
Luke stops moving. Reid’s breath hitches.
This is it, Reid thinks. This is the moment when everything changes.
He can see the dawning awareness in Luke’s eyes, and it hurts. God, it hurts, more than Reid thought humanly possible.
“Reid,” Luke whispers hoarsely. The realization in his eyes shifts to horror. “You’re helping the Colonel escape? Why?”
Reid doesn’t answer. He can feel the sensations of Luke’s body pressed beneath his own, his elevated heart rate, his rapid breathing, his warmth, his scent. He knows this is the last time he’ll feel any of this. He can’t help it. The craving is too strong.
Reid seizes Luke’s face and crushes his lips in a wet, bruising kiss.
There’s more shouting outside. Luke struggles. In response, Reid shoves his body harder against Luke’s, holding him fast.
Luke twists, works one hand free, and tries to push him away, but Reid captures Luke’s errant wrist in a fierce grip, slams it back against the metal door, and deepens the kiss, pressing his hips into Luke’s. He can feel, more than hear, Luke’s answering whimper.
Reid fumbles for the door knob behind Luke and grasps it. At the last second, he bites down, marking his territory one last time.
“Goodbye, Luke Snyder,” he whispers against Luke’s bloodied lip.
Then he turns the knob, shoves Luke into the darkened boiler room, and slams the door.
He drags a metal chair over and wedges it beneath the door handle, trapping Luke inside. Reid hesitates one last second, pressing his forehead against the cool surface of the fire door.
Then he turns and heads outside. As he does, can hear Luke pounding on the metal, yelling at him.
“Open up! Damn you, Reid Oliver! Open this door!”
Then the outer door closes behind him, and Luke’s voice is lost.
***
Outside, all is chaos. Maloney is fighting with the guy Reid doesn’t recognize, who seems to have the better of him, and by some miracle, Casey’s got the drop on the Colonel. He fires, but the shot goes wide.
Reid doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the cheap glass flower vase from the ground and slams it down on Casey’s arm. Being a physician, he knows just where to strike to do the most damage. He can hear the bone shatter along with the glass.
Casey cries out in anguish. The gun drops from his fingers and he collapses to the pavement. Still, he manages to scrabble back until he’s against the metal trash dumpster.
When the Colonel makes to shoot him, Reid surprises himself by stepping in between them. He is equally surprised when Colonel Mayer doesn’t shoot both of them in cold blood. Instead, he shoots Maloney’s assailant and they both retreat to the waiting truck.
“Goodbye, Dr. Oliver.” Colonel Mayer smiles at him. “Tell Noah I’ll be back for him.”
He climbs inside the passenger side of the truck and closes the door.
Reid feels a spurt of panic as the truck begins to pull way. He runs toward it. “Wait!”
He pounds on the window of the truck. “We have a deal, right?” he yells at the Colonel. “Luke is safe now. I held up my end. We have a deal!”
The Colonel smirks at Reid and gives him a casual salute. His lips move as he mouths a reply. Then the truck pulls out, its tires squealing on the rough pavement.
As it drives away, Reid hears a loud, continuous ringing noise. Belatedly, he realizes it’s the hospital’s fire alarm. There’s probably an alarm switch in the boiler room, he thinks, and Luke must have pulled it. Damn him for being resourceful.
Reid hears the outer door slam open, hears running feet and the shouts of the police. The truck is still in sight, and Jack Snyder is screaming at him to move out of the way so he can get a clear shot.
Reid doesn’t move. Instead, he stands there, watching as the truck rounds the corner and disappears, replaying the last few seconds over and over in his head until he finally figures what Colonel Mayer said:
“Wait and see.”
I’m doing fine
even though this hatred plagues my mind
I’m living a lie
But I love the way you need me.
Yeah, but it makes me think twice
Yeah, and I need retribution
You don’t get it
I’m your pollution
Yeah, and there's no resolution
Yeah, but it makes me think twice
Yeah, and I need retribution
Just don't get it that
I'm the solution now
***
***
**Lyrics from “No Resolution” by Seether
The next story will be “Blind Faith.”
What It Is: Oneshot/Songfic/"Angels Lie" 'verse
Rating: R for language, content
Prompt: Still another sequel to “Angels Lie”!
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.
link
Part One is here:
http://willwork4dean.livejournal.com/37583.html#cutid1
Part Two is here:
http://willwork4dean.livejournal.com/37770.html#cutid1
And now...No Resolution - Part Three
***
***
Crime is surprisingly easy, Reid decides.
Then again, perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s never been the most ethical guy on the block. Ethics always seemed arbitrary to him, petty little rules thought up by smaller minds in order to keep bigger minds like his in check. Perhaps those little minds needed their little rules in order to function, Reid thinks, but he never has.
Then again, it could just be the Snyder Factor. The fact that, whatever minimal scruples Reid Oliver possessed seem to go right out the window where Luke’s concerned. He’s never once hesitated to do anything that would bring him closer to Luke, no matter how dodgy it was vis a vis medical ethics, boundaries, hospital policies, or just plain decency. (Hitting on a blind guy’s boyfriend? For some reason the voice of his conscience sounds like Chris Hughes. Seriously, Oliver?) And now he finds he’s willing to do anything to keep Luke alive and ensure his safety, even aiding and abetting a madman.
Oh, who is he kidding, Reid thinks sourly. Of course it’s Luke. Reid may not have been a Boy Scout before he met him, but he’d certainly never assaulted a police officer.
That part was surprisingly easy, too. He’d palmed a syringe from Chris’ lab coat and replaced it with an empty one. Fortunately, Chris wasn’t forced to drug Noah again, so the ruse wasn’t discovered. Then, at the appointed time, Reid requested one of the Colonel’s guards enter the room and unshackle the prisoner so he could be moved for tests. As the officer bent over to undo the cuffs, Reid plunged the needle in the back of his neck, then eased the man’s limp body to the floor. He called out to the second guard in alarm. When he entered, Reid was crouched over his collapsed colleague.
“Heart attack. Get help!” Red snapped in his most authoritative tone. The guard was sufficiently distracted that he didn’t notice the Colonel behind the door, until the Colonel wrapped an arm around his neck and tightened. The man’s eyes widened in panic, then fluttered until he, too, collapsed.
The entire process had taken less than one minute.
The Colonel’s henchman Maloney showed up seconds later, a tall young man with red hair. He and the Colonel embraced quietly but fiercely.
“Good job, son,” Colonel Mayer said. “I’m proud of you.”
Maloney’s face glowed with pride. He stripped off his delivery coverall, which he’d worn over his clothes. The Colonel put it on while Reid handed his lab coat and ID badge to Maloney. He tried not to meet Maloney’s eyes, but he could feel the man smirking at him.
Colonel Mayer picked up the vase of flowers and left the room. Maloney followed seconds later. Reid waited a few heartbeats longer.
When he finally left the room and walked down the corridor, nobody noticed him. Nobody even glanced in his direction. Without his lab coat, his badge of authority, he was invisible. Reid didn’t want to think about the implications of that.
He wasn’t supposed to follow the Colonel and Maloney to the basement. He was the decoy. He wasn’t supposed to be part of the getaway.
That, too, was Luke’s fault. The craving was just too strong. Reid had to make sure the Colonel was gone, out of the hospital and as far away from Luke as possible. He slipped down the back stairs and found a place to watch the entrance to the loading dock.
He certainly never expected to hear Luke’s voice, or to see him running down the corridor toward Maloney.
***
From his hiding place, Reid can see Maloney point the gun at Luke. He’s too far away to intervene. His heart stops. He may even scream.
Then someone tackles Maloney, shoving him out the door. Luke’s idiot friend Casey follows seconds later. By now, Reid’s got his body moving. As Luke reaches for the door handle, Reid wraps his arms around him and drags him backward.
Luke yelps in surprise. Reid spins him around, slams him against the metal door of the boiler room, and covers his mouth with his hand.
“Shhh!” he orders.
Luke’s eyes widen and his body sags beneath Reid’s. He shoves his hand away impatiently.
“Reid, are you okay?” Luke cups Reid’s face with both hands. “God, I thought you were dead!” His fingers frantically pat Reid’s neck and shoulders, searching for injuries. “Did he hit you? Did he hurt you?”
Even now, Reid can’t believe how beautiful Luke’s eyes are, how perfect his mouth, how strong his touch. “I’m fine.”
There’s muffled shouting from outside. Luke struggles against Reid’s grip. “Come on! The Colonel’s getting away
By some miracle, Reid keeps his voice steady. “I know.”
Luke struggles again. “We have to stop him! We have to help Casey and-"
Luke stops moving. Reid’s breath hitches.
This is it, Reid thinks. This is the moment when everything changes.
He can see the dawning awareness in Luke’s eyes, and it hurts. God, it hurts, more than Reid thought humanly possible.
“Reid,” Luke whispers hoarsely. The realization in his eyes shifts to horror. “You’re helping the Colonel escape? Why?”
Reid doesn’t answer. He can feel the sensations of Luke’s body pressed beneath his own, his elevated heart rate, his rapid breathing, his warmth, his scent. He knows this is the last time he’ll feel any of this. He can’t help it. The craving is too strong.
Reid seizes Luke’s face and crushes his lips in a wet, bruising kiss.
There’s more shouting outside. Luke struggles. In response, Reid shoves his body harder against Luke’s, holding him fast.
Luke twists, works one hand free, and tries to push him away, but Reid captures Luke’s errant wrist in a fierce grip, slams it back against the metal door, and deepens the kiss, pressing his hips into Luke’s. He can feel, more than hear, Luke’s answering whimper.
Reid fumbles for the door knob behind Luke and grasps it. At the last second, he bites down, marking his territory one last time.
“Goodbye, Luke Snyder,” he whispers against Luke’s bloodied lip.
Then he turns the knob, shoves Luke into the darkened boiler room, and slams the door.
He drags a metal chair over and wedges it beneath the door handle, trapping Luke inside. Reid hesitates one last second, pressing his forehead against the cool surface of the fire door.
Then he turns and heads outside. As he does, can hear Luke pounding on the metal, yelling at him.
“Open up! Damn you, Reid Oliver! Open this door!”
Then the outer door closes behind him, and Luke’s voice is lost.
***
Outside, all is chaos. Maloney is fighting with the guy Reid doesn’t recognize, who seems to have the better of him, and by some miracle, Casey’s got the drop on the Colonel. He fires, but the shot goes wide.
Reid doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the cheap glass flower vase from the ground and slams it down on Casey’s arm. Being a physician, he knows just where to strike to do the most damage. He can hear the bone shatter along with the glass.
Casey cries out in anguish. The gun drops from his fingers and he collapses to the pavement. Still, he manages to scrabble back until he’s against the metal trash dumpster.
When the Colonel makes to shoot him, Reid surprises himself by stepping in between them. He is equally surprised when Colonel Mayer doesn’t shoot both of them in cold blood. Instead, he shoots Maloney’s assailant and they both retreat to the waiting truck.
“Goodbye, Dr. Oliver.” Colonel Mayer smiles at him. “Tell Noah I’ll be back for him.”
He climbs inside the passenger side of the truck and closes the door.
Reid feels a spurt of panic as the truck begins to pull way. He runs toward it. “Wait!”
He pounds on the window of the truck. “We have a deal, right?” he yells at the Colonel. “Luke is safe now. I held up my end. We have a deal!”
The Colonel smirks at Reid and gives him a casual salute. His lips move as he mouths a reply. Then the truck pulls out, its tires squealing on the rough pavement.
As it drives away, Reid hears a loud, continuous ringing noise. Belatedly, he realizes it’s the hospital’s fire alarm. There’s probably an alarm switch in the boiler room, he thinks, and Luke must have pulled it. Damn him for being resourceful.
Reid hears the outer door slam open, hears running feet and the shouts of the police. The truck is still in sight, and Jack Snyder is screaming at him to move out of the way so he can get a clear shot.
Reid doesn’t move. Instead, he stands there, watching as the truck rounds the corner and disappears, replaying the last few seconds over and over in his head until he finally figures what Colonel Mayer said:
“Wait and see.”
I’m doing fine
even though this hatred plagues my mind
I’m living a lie
But I love the way you need me.
Yeah, but it makes me think twice
Yeah, and I need retribution
You don’t get it
I’m your pollution
Yeah, and there's no resolution
Yeah, but it makes me think twice
Yeah, and I need retribution
Just don't get it that
I'm the solution now
***
***
**Lyrics from “No Resolution” by Seether
The next story will be “Blind Faith.”