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Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover (Hold My Heart)
Chapter Summary: Leon returns one late-night phone call.
Word Count: 445
Rating: Teen
minor reference to xander's terrible self-esteem and leon's trauma (they're doing a little better now)
Leon grabs his keys and heads right back down again, making the call once he’s outside the building. He’ll try to be quiet on his bike, too, be considerate to the neighbors, but he needs to get there as soon as possible, for his own peace of mind as well as Xander’s.
“I—I didn’t mean to make you worry, I didn’t think this through, I’ll just—” If anything, he’s slightly less coherent than the first call.
“Xander, if you hang up on me, I will track you down, and I’m not above using Hunnigan to do it.” Leon stops at the motorcycle. “I know better than to ask if everyone’s okay. Who’s hurt?” Xander himself probably wouldn’t need emergency services, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.
“Civilians.” Which will continue to haunt him, Leon knows. “We didn’t...we were too late.”
“If I needed any proof you’re not a monster, I’d have it now,” Leon points out. Xander doesn’t even have the presence of mind to sputter. “Listen, don’t try to tell me not to visit. I was having trouble sleeping anyway. See you soon, babe.”
The hesitation means he’s probably considered protesting and decided against it. “Thank you.” It’s weak, but he does appreciate it, even if his mind is trying to convince him right now that he doesn’t deserve it.
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover (Hold My Heart)
Chapter Summary: Leon returns one late-night phone call.
Word Count: 445
Rating: Teen
minor reference to xander's terrible self-esteem and leon's trauma (they're doing a little better now)
Leon’s just getting back from a late-night run around the city (sometimes, the only thing that’ll silence intrusive thoughts about sudden zombie outbreaks is seeing with your own two eyes that the city is fine) when he notices the light on the answering machine blinking. If it was work, they’d call his government-supplied cell, but the few friends and acquaintances he has probably would call that number, too. Figuring out the answer to the mystery is easy enough. He crosses to the answering machine in his kitchen, feeling the adrenaline hit and waking him up even better than the nightmares and night air, and hits play. “Hi, sorry, guess you’re not in. It’s not urgent, just—uh, call me back in the morning, or when you’re free, or whatever. Bye.” Bad mission, Leon’s guessing. Normally, they try to call when they return, text if it’d gone badly, because neither of them really want to expose each other to their worst sides, even if they’re getting better at opening up. It seems like Xander, on a whim, decided to deviate from their normal routine to try to call. He might’ve been fine if Leon had been here and picked up immediately, but time to think means he’s probably regretting the impulse now. Leon’s not going to let him continue to stew in regret.
Leon grabs his keys and heads right back down again, making the call once he’s outside the building. He’ll try to be quiet on his bike, too, be considerate to the neighbors, but he needs to get there as soon as possible, for his own peace of mind as well as Xander’s.
“I—I didn’t mean to make you worry, I didn’t think this through, I’ll just—” If anything, he’s slightly less coherent than the first call.
“Xander, if you hang up on me, I will track you down, and I’m not above using Hunnigan to do it.” Leon stops at the motorcycle. “I know better than to ask if everyone’s okay. Who’s hurt?” Xander himself probably wouldn’t need emergency services, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.
“Civilians.” Which will continue to haunt him, Leon knows. “We didn’t...we were too late.”
“If I needed any proof you’re not a monster, I’d have it now,” Leon points out. Xander doesn’t even have the presence of mind to sputter. “Listen, don’t try to tell me not to visit. I was having trouble sleeping anyway. See you soon, babe.”
The hesitation means he’s probably considered protesting and decided against it. “Thank you.” It’s weak, but he does appreciate it, even if his mind is trying to convince him right now that he doesn’t deserve it.
