The Trap Springs
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madimpossibledreamerMain Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover (Hold My Heart)
Chapter Summary: The enemy came prepared.
Word Count: 1014
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
Warnings: Injuries/wounds
“I thought it was a warning somewhere else. Everyone’s been thinking that. We overlooked the obvious, c'mon, Xander, think!” Xander’s already texting the others, fingers flying. “We’ve got to evacuate the building.” He turns toward the door and freezes—there’s a man there with what looks like a remote, and Leon already has his gun trained on the guy.
“Don’t do anything rash,” he warns.
The guy—in scarlet robes, he’s really giving Ashley bad flashbacks and she’s barely in a better state right now than she was then—scoffs. “You have lost. Give me the girl, or I detonate the bombs.”
“Hmm. Tempting offer, but how about—no.” Leon barely pauses before shooting the guy straight in the head, that skill that never failed to be equally terrifying and sexy, but if they’ve won, then why was the man smiling—
“Leon! Ash!” Something about Redgrave’s voice sounds distorted, but before Ashley can figure it out, something smacks them, hard, hard enough that it knocks all of the wind out of her. She thinks briefly that that was the explosion before there’s a second impact and a few flying pieces of glass, but much less than there should have been if she’d hit a window—
When they fall, there’s a loud crunch. Ashley waits for the pain to hit her, but it doesn’t. At first she thinks that might be the adrenaline, but when she tries to move, what feels like a large velvet blanket tightens around her, beneath her, a low growl coming from somewhere to her left. The kind of low growl that says monster. She could’ve gone without hearing that kind of thing ever again.
“Xander, babe!” Leon’s also to her left and sounds panicked, and that’s right, where is—
She glances over and she’s going to be sick, because that’s Redgrave’s face, if it was half being melted by lava, with blood smeared all over and dripping down onto his eyepatch and attached to a body that—well, the torso is human enough, but those are definitely claws on his hands and feet, and wings coming from his back, wrapping around them both like he’s trying to protect them. He hadn’t grabbed them and tried to fly. He’d specifically tried to shield them with his body, not all of which looks particularly human. But Leon trusted him, and it’s obvious he can control the transformation—at least partly—even if he is infected. As she tries to push herself up, she winces, because there are fragments of glass embedded in the tatters of the wings and that has to hurt.
“Babe, please say something; I don’t think your Devil Trigger’s supposed to look like this and it looks like it’s hurting you, I can’t lose you too, please—” She has never heard Leon sound like this.
“Something.” There’s that distorted growl of Redgrave’s voice again, only this time it sounds slurred. These men and their senses of humor.
“You scared me,” Leon’s voice is full of the relief Ashley feels, because anyone, monster or not, that risks their life to save hers is cool in her book. “Let us get up, though; I think we’ve broken your wings…”
“Not. Safe.” Redgrave snaps, even as his face contorts in pain and he tries, and fails, to get himself into a sitting position, his limbs seeming not to cooperate with him as the claws disappear and reappear, coughing bright red blood onto the cracked pavement.
“I know, love, I know. You’re in pain. Here, I know you hate the taste but it’s for your own good, remember? Annoying for you in the way only things that are good for you can be? Come on, take it for me, okay?” Leon pulls what looks like a slightly cracked glass star out of his jacket; it’s leaking something green. Redgrave opens his mouth, jaw flickering to something inhuman, but seems to lose focus halfway through and Leon, looking like he’s trying not to panic, has to manually help him chew the thing. It’s not going to do much if he doesn’t swallow, though…
“You really don’t know anything, Agent Kennedy,” a new voice, a villain’s if ever Ashley has heard one, informs them. “I’d say no, don’t get up, but it’s not as if you can, with your paramour keeping you trapped like that. I took the liberty of reading your file, you see, and it was so easy to bait you into detonating the bomb yourself.”
“I made him drop the detonator,” Leon insists, sounding brave even though neither of them can move under the draped wings well enough to see the man. It doesn’t matter how good a marksman Leon is if he can’t get a clear shot.
“You saw what I wanted you to see. With my loyal follower threatening to detonate the bomb, you failed to notice that the obvious button he displayed as a warning was, in fact, a ruse. The bombs were rigged to explode the second the circuit on the side of the detonator—where he, cleverly, was holding it—was no longer complete. With his instincts, the bastard Son of Sparda would realize before you and shield you two with his body, so would take the brunt of the impact and, therefore, take his troublesome self out of the picture. All has proceeded as I planned. Thank you two for being so predictable.” A cane pokes Xander in the back, though she can’t quite twist around and see the man holding it behind her. He growls and attempts to grab it, but misses, like either his reactions or his sight or maybe both aren’t working right, the villain laughing cruelly.
“Thanks to the blood of this recently awakened Slayer, the Scarlet Order will now—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. The gunshot is quiet, probably silenced, and Ashley’s quite able to hear herself scream as the blood sprays over them and the body of a well-dressed man in red slumps gracefully over Xander’s back. She’s able, too, to hear Xander mumble something like, “Thanks, Dad.”
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover (Hold My Heart)
Chapter Summary: The enemy came prepared.
Word Count: 1014
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
Warnings: Injuries/wounds
“I thought it was a warning somewhere else. Everyone’s been thinking that. We overlooked the obvious, c'mon, Xander, think!” Xander’s already texting the others, fingers flying. “We’ve got to evacuate the building.” He turns toward the door and freezes—there’s a man there with what looks like a remote, and Leon already has his gun trained on the guy.
“Don’t do anything rash,” he warns.
The guy—in scarlet robes, he’s really giving Ashley bad flashbacks and she’s barely in a better state right now than she was then—scoffs. “You have lost. Give me the girl, or I detonate the bombs.”
“Hmm. Tempting offer, but how about—no.” Leon barely pauses before shooting the guy straight in the head, that skill that never failed to be equally terrifying and sexy, but if they’ve won, then why was the man smiling—
“Leon! Ash!” Something about Redgrave’s voice sounds distorted, but before Ashley can figure it out, something smacks them, hard, hard enough that it knocks all of the wind out of her. She thinks briefly that that was the explosion before there’s a second impact and a few flying pieces of glass, but much less than there should have been if she’d hit a window—
When they fall, there’s a loud crunch. Ashley waits for the pain to hit her, but it doesn’t. At first she thinks that might be the adrenaline, but when she tries to move, what feels like a large velvet blanket tightens around her, beneath her, a low growl coming from somewhere to her left. The kind of low growl that says monster. She could’ve gone without hearing that kind of thing ever again.
“Xander, babe!” Leon’s also to her left and sounds panicked, and that’s right, where is—
She glances over and she’s going to be sick, because that’s Redgrave’s face, if it was half being melted by lava, with blood smeared all over and dripping down onto his eyepatch and attached to a body that—well, the torso is human enough, but those are definitely claws on his hands and feet, and wings coming from his back, wrapping around them both like he’s trying to protect them. He hadn’t grabbed them and tried to fly. He’d specifically tried to shield them with his body, not all of which looks particularly human. But Leon trusted him, and it’s obvious he can control the transformation—at least partly—even if he is infected. As she tries to push herself up, she winces, because there are fragments of glass embedded in the tatters of the wings and that has to hurt.
“Babe, please say something; I don’t think your Devil Trigger’s supposed to look like this and it looks like it’s hurting you, I can’t lose you too, please—” She has never heard Leon sound like this.
“Something.” There’s that distorted growl of Redgrave’s voice again, only this time it sounds slurred. These men and their senses of humor.
“You scared me,” Leon’s voice is full of the relief Ashley feels, because anyone, monster or not, that risks their life to save hers is cool in her book. “Let us get up, though; I think we’ve broken your wings…”
“Not. Safe.” Redgrave snaps, even as his face contorts in pain and he tries, and fails, to get himself into a sitting position, his limbs seeming not to cooperate with him as the claws disappear and reappear, coughing bright red blood onto the cracked pavement.
“I know, love, I know. You’re in pain. Here, I know you hate the taste but it’s for your own good, remember? Annoying for you in the way only things that are good for you can be? Come on, take it for me, okay?” Leon pulls what looks like a slightly cracked glass star out of his jacket; it’s leaking something green. Redgrave opens his mouth, jaw flickering to something inhuman, but seems to lose focus halfway through and Leon, looking like he’s trying not to panic, has to manually help him chew the thing. It’s not going to do much if he doesn’t swallow, though…
“You really don’t know anything, Agent Kennedy,” a new voice, a villain’s if ever Ashley has heard one, informs them. “I’d say no, don’t get up, but it’s not as if you can, with your paramour keeping you trapped like that. I took the liberty of reading your file, you see, and it was so easy to bait you into detonating the bomb yourself.”
“I made him drop the detonator,” Leon insists, sounding brave even though neither of them can move under the draped wings well enough to see the man. It doesn’t matter how good a marksman Leon is if he can’t get a clear shot.
“You saw what I wanted you to see. With my loyal follower threatening to detonate the bomb, you failed to notice that the obvious button he displayed as a warning was, in fact, a ruse. The bombs were rigged to explode the second the circuit on the side of the detonator—where he, cleverly, was holding it—was no longer complete. With his instincts, the bastard Son of Sparda would realize before you and shield you two with his body, so would take the brunt of the impact and, therefore, take his troublesome self out of the picture. All has proceeded as I planned. Thank you two for being so predictable.” A cane pokes Xander in the back, though she can’t quite twist around and see the man holding it behind her. He growls and attempts to grab it, but misses, like either his reactions or his sight or maybe both aren’t working right, the villain laughing cruelly.
“Thanks to the blood of this recently awakened Slayer, the Scarlet Order will now—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. The gunshot is quiet, probably silenced, and Ashley’s quite able to hear herself scream as the blood sprays over them and the body of a well-dressed man in red slumps gracefully over Xander’s back. She’s able, too, to hear Xander mumble something like, “Thanks, Dad.”
