FIc: Don't Look Back 5/6
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csi_sanders1129Title: Don't Look Back
Chapters: 5/6
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
csi_sanders1129
Genre: Angst. Romance. Drama.
Ratings: K+/T
Word Count: ~800
Pairings/Characters: TommyMerton. Duh.
Synopsis: He read the words again and again. He was Tommy’s weakness? How…? Then it clicked, combining with the kiss just moments ago. Tommy loved him.
Comments: Alright, this one didn't take me quite as long to get up. And I'm pretty sure there'll only be one more part, so yeah. Um. Enjoy! And you all know they're not mine by now, right? Other than Marcus and Rafe. Because they are.
Merton woke slowly, blearily aware that something wasn’t right, even if he was not currently aware of what that something was. His skull was throbbing and all he really wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep for the next year, but he knew he needed to wake up.
“Ah, I see our guest is finally awake, then.” An unfamiliar voice spoke from somewhere in the darkness of Merton’s mind.
He forced his eyes open, spotting a black robed man standing on the other side of the Syndicates dungeon. “Who… who are you?” The teenager managed, searching for Tommy. He touched a hand to the sorest spot on his head and came away with flakes of dried blood.
Then he remembered… He remembered being pulled out of the hearse, with Tommy dodging several werewolves who’d threatened to kill him if Tommy didn’t stay away from him.
“My name is Marcus. I’m the leader of the Syndicate now.” A wicked grin crossed the man’s face, and Merton shrunk back into the corner of his cell.
“Where’s Tommy?”
The man nodded to two other wolves, who approached the cage. “You’ll see him soon enough. Just as soon as I decided what to do with you.”
***
“Marcus has requested that I be the one to guard our honored guest. You two can take off.” Tommy recognized the voice even though he was in the next room, chained to the wall. He heard the two guards mumble and walk off. They were lower in the ranks than Rafe and therefore obliged easily enough.
“Rafe…?” He called out, once the others were far enough away.
The door opened and Rafe walked in, a golden key in hand. “We don’t have much time.”
Tommy rubbed his wrists when the chains fell away. “Thanks. Have they hurt Merton?”
Rafe shrugged in response. “I came straight here. Marcus is downstairs in the cells with your boy now. If he was unharmed, he won’t be that way for long.”
“Let’s go.” Tommy said, taking off towards the smell of Merton, with Rafe on his heels.
***
“Now then,” Marcus began, pacing in front of Merton and the two wolves who held him. “I could simply kill you on the spot… Tempting, I must say, especially considering that it is your fault Gil is dead. It was you who sicced that vampire on us, was it not?”
Merton wisely chose not to admit to such a thing.
“No matter. Who kills you is merely a detail, as far as I’m concerned, though I would take pleasure in doing it myself. You’ll die either way. My other option is to turn you, and, since we already know you’re not another anomaly, you’ll be evil and your beloved alpha will be forced to dispatch you, or else die himself. Whichever one of you dies, I’ll have my revenge.”
The nerves got to him, then. He started his erratic gasping and stared wide eyed at the man threatening him. Around now, he’d usually be cowering behind Tommy. “Wow, you guys sure have gotten more efficient with all this new management. Gil couldn’t organize a bake sale.”
And that was clearly the wrong thing to say.
Marcus’ eyes glowed and he let out a ferocious growl. “That’s it. You die.” He turned to another pair of wolves. “Call the others. Fetch the alpha and bring him down here to watch.”
Merton paled. This had not gone to plan at all.
***
“We have to save him.” Tommy growled, moving to start out into the middle of the crowd of waiting werewolves.
Rafe’s hand curled around his arm, holding him back. “No, you can’t just barge out there. That’s suicide with that many of them.”
Tommy didn’t look thrilled by the abrupt halt to his plan. “Just what would you like me to do then, exactly? We’re in a bit of a time crunch here, if you’ve noticed.”
“Be smart. Use your alpha powers. They all rank under you. You can control every one of them, even Marcus. You could even reign in your friend if they did turn him.” The other wolf explained. “Although, I should tell you, it’s not fun being on the other end of an alpha order.”
“I don’t know how to use it, though.”
Rafe sighed. “How’d you use it with me? What were you thinking about, exactly?”
“Merton. I promised myself I’d keep him safe.” Tommy answered, eyes fixed on the terrified form of his mate as they watched from a safe distance.
“Then do that again. He’s in danger. Save him.” Rafe nudged him forward.
***
“Marcus. It seems he’s escaped.” Another of the higher wolves informed him, this one named Victor. He nodded toward the guards that had been placed with Tommy.
The leader roared. “What? How could that have happened?”
The wolves stepped forward. “Rafe relieved us of duty with orders from you.”
“I gave him no such command.” Marcus glowered at the duo and they shrunk back amongst the ranks. “Find him. Now.”
“Hey, you won’t have to look far.” Tommy smirked as he stepped right into the center of the wolves.
Previous Parts are at: ~My Fic Archive~
Chapters: 5/6
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Angst. Romance. Drama.
Ratings: K+/T
Word Count: ~800
Pairings/Characters: TommyMerton. Duh.
Synopsis: He read the words again and again. He was Tommy’s weakness? How…? Then it clicked, combining with the kiss just moments ago. Tommy loved him.
Comments: Alright, this one didn't take me quite as long to get up. And I'm pretty sure there'll only be one more part, so yeah. Um. Enjoy! And you all know they're not mine by now, right? Other than Marcus and Rafe. Because they are.
Merton woke slowly, blearily aware that something wasn’t right, even if he was not currently aware of what that something was. His skull was throbbing and all he really wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep for the next year, but he knew he needed to wake up.
“Ah, I see our guest is finally awake, then.” An unfamiliar voice spoke from somewhere in the darkness of Merton’s mind.
He forced his eyes open, spotting a black robed man standing on the other side of the Syndicates dungeon. “Who… who are you?” The teenager managed, searching for Tommy. He touched a hand to the sorest spot on his head and came away with flakes of dried blood.
Then he remembered… He remembered being pulled out of the hearse, with Tommy dodging several werewolves who’d threatened to kill him if Tommy didn’t stay away from him.
“My name is Marcus. I’m the leader of the Syndicate now.” A wicked grin crossed the man’s face, and Merton shrunk back into the corner of his cell.
“Where’s Tommy?”
The man nodded to two other wolves, who approached the cage. “You’ll see him soon enough. Just as soon as I decided what to do with you.”
***
“Marcus has requested that I be the one to guard our honored guest. You two can take off.” Tommy recognized the voice even though he was in the next room, chained to the wall. He heard the two guards mumble and walk off. They were lower in the ranks than Rafe and therefore obliged easily enough.
“Rafe…?” He called out, once the others were far enough away.
The door opened and Rafe walked in, a golden key in hand. “We don’t have much time.”
Tommy rubbed his wrists when the chains fell away. “Thanks. Have they hurt Merton?”
Rafe shrugged in response. “I came straight here. Marcus is downstairs in the cells with your boy now. If he was unharmed, he won’t be that way for long.”
“Let’s go.” Tommy said, taking off towards the smell of Merton, with Rafe on his heels.
***
“Now then,” Marcus began, pacing in front of Merton and the two wolves who held him. “I could simply kill you on the spot… Tempting, I must say, especially considering that it is your fault Gil is dead. It was you who sicced that vampire on us, was it not?”
Merton wisely chose not to admit to such a thing.
“No matter. Who kills you is merely a detail, as far as I’m concerned, though I would take pleasure in doing it myself. You’ll die either way. My other option is to turn you, and, since we already know you’re not another anomaly, you’ll be evil and your beloved alpha will be forced to dispatch you, or else die himself. Whichever one of you dies, I’ll have my revenge.”
The nerves got to him, then. He started his erratic gasping and stared wide eyed at the man threatening him. Around now, he’d usually be cowering behind Tommy. “Wow, you guys sure have gotten more efficient with all this new management. Gil couldn’t organize a bake sale.”
And that was clearly the wrong thing to say.
Marcus’ eyes glowed and he let out a ferocious growl. “That’s it. You die.” He turned to another pair of wolves. “Call the others. Fetch the alpha and bring him down here to watch.”
Merton paled. This had not gone to plan at all.
***
“We have to save him.” Tommy growled, moving to start out into the middle of the crowd of waiting werewolves.
Rafe’s hand curled around his arm, holding him back. “No, you can’t just barge out there. That’s suicide with that many of them.”
Tommy didn’t look thrilled by the abrupt halt to his plan. “Just what would you like me to do then, exactly? We’re in a bit of a time crunch here, if you’ve noticed.”
“Be smart. Use your alpha powers. They all rank under you. You can control every one of them, even Marcus. You could even reign in your friend if they did turn him.” The other wolf explained. “Although, I should tell you, it’s not fun being on the other end of an alpha order.”
“I don’t know how to use it, though.”
Rafe sighed. “How’d you use it with me? What were you thinking about, exactly?”
“Merton. I promised myself I’d keep him safe.” Tommy answered, eyes fixed on the terrified form of his mate as they watched from a safe distance.
“Then do that again. He’s in danger. Save him.” Rafe nudged him forward.
***
“Marcus. It seems he’s escaped.” Another of the higher wolves informed him, this one named Victor. He nodded toward the guards that had been placed with Tommy.
The leader roared. “What? How could that have happened?”
The wolves stepped forward. “Rafe relieved us of duty with orders from you.”
“I gave him no such command.” Marcus glowered at the duo and they shrunk back amongst the ranks. “Find him. Now.”
“Hey, you won’t have to look far.” Tommy smirked as he stepped right into the center of the wolves.
