Deviations (sequel to "Disaster")
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Deviations (sequel to "Disaster")
Huh, a sequel. That didn’t take long. Okay, there is a plot bunny coming up either in this chapter or the next, and if you THINK you caught the myth being referenced, don’t give it away. I found a myth that just sounded like fun for PSOH. Not sure how I am going to use it just yet. There are two elements that are… that are just FUN for our characters and relate to each one. It might take me several chapters to wrap this one up…so, see you all in 2009?
Oh, and there is no sex in this story yet. It's gonna happen, people tend to have sex, but this one is more plot-based... and DON'T PANIC! There are NO Mary Sues! You're gonna see a name and some of you might "oh nos!"
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Please review? Okay, shutting up now.
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It was another unusually hot August day in sunny California. The heat wave had temperatures soaring into the mid 90s and city was once again facing rolling black outs. Currently, the affected areas including Count D’s Exotic Pets Shop where D was walking around misting birds and rotating which animals could be free to seek relief as best they could in the oven-like shop. While the heat wave steered the swarming mass of Chinatown tourist away from D’s shop and more toward Huntington Beach, regular and new clients seeking that difficult-to-obtain creature could always be counted on to brave any weather, and D unlocked the doors to his shop that morning hoping someone would. Every now and then, he would push a key he had place on the table he and Leon usually sat at around, perhaps tap it once or twice on the surface, and then force himself to find something to do.
Even with all the care the creatures of his shop required, even with all the different rooms with all sorts of unusual beings who required more than simple nourishment, D kept considering what Leon and he would discuss. Where would the relationship go? For whatever reason, that being the primary riddle D was contemplating, D could imagine Leon living in his home nor would he be willing to abandon his own home to live with Leon. He had other beings that depended on him. And then there was the matter of Leon’s mortality. There seemed no simple solution to the problem that humans can never become deity and deities can never renounce their immortality. If only it was as simple as D had often read in literature of the ages. A vow of love is made and some unspoken magic occurs solving all problems. If D could, as some books referred to it, “give up his grace” he wondered if he would.
Not one customer walked through D’s doors that day to offer any distraction. In that time he had tens or perhaps even a hundred different conversations with Leon to himself. None of them ended well, or those that did were highly improbable.
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That morning, Leon had tried to shower and dress quietly, slipping his key back under the door when he locked up behind himself with a note that said he would stop by the shop later to talk. Forgoing coffee in front of the television, hoping D would sleep, Leon arrived at work to find the paperwork he had abandoned the night before missing from his desk and a post-it-note saying “see me” indicating Garcia wanted to see Leon. Again. Actually, the entire desk looked near bare. Every now and then Jill adapted a new theme to their shared space. Whatever crap she brought in this week, Leon was convinced it would be a lot less annoying than those solar powered head-side-to-side smiley-face things… He crumpled the note and putzed around, getting a couple cups of coffee in the break room and watching the weather report on the morning news, before one of Garcia’s lackeys found him and hauled him back.
“My day starts at nine am, Orcot. Not 9:10 or 9:15 and certainly not 9:21.” Garcia greeted Leon as he walked in the crowded office. Besides himself and Garcia there was a young woman sitting in the only other seat in the room as well as two other cops. “Care to explain why you had Detective Marsh’s and Detective Acosta’s casefile on your desk this morning?”
“Detective Marsh gave me the file. Asked me to check on the apartments for him. I found that guy running it was a suspect and-”
“It was our case, Leon.” Acosta interrupted. “The dossier on the landlord was missing along with other docs. I was surprised to find it all on your desk, including follow up work!” He scoffed, “I mean, come on Mulder, this case was about people, not killer lizard-women or werewolves.”
“Look, Marsh asked me to check it out. I checked it out. You want the case back? Fine, the hard work is done and you can add another notch on your belt. I don’t give a damn, alright?” Leon snapped “Am I done here?”
“No,” Garcia responded. “Marsh, Acosta, that will be all.” The two men left, one glaring at Leon for disrupting his work, the other glancing almost apologetically for not supporting Leon’s claim.
“Orcot,” Garcia began as the door shut behind Marsh “this is Detective O’Nell, formerly Inspector O’Nell from the U.K. She’ll be your new partner. Detective O’Nell, Leon Orcot.” Garcia introduced.
“Just call me Peg” the young woman offered, extending a hand with a thick British accent she seemed to be putting a great deal of effort into concealing.
“S-Ma’am, I’ve been working with Jill for years. Why--” Leon started cut off by Garcia.
“Leon, I wish I was surprised you are questioning my decision. You and Jill have one of the lowest case prosecution records for the past three years. Having evaluated each of you individually I found your partner to be exceptional and you fairly above adequate. The poor results suggest an incompatible partnership. Detective O’Nell has an outstanding record.” Garcia paused for a moment, shuffling papers on her desk for added dramatic affect. “Flat out, Orcot, you’re an embarrassment to this station chasing after shadows and boogey-men and then running off into cases you weren’t assigned to in the first place. Take this opportunity to work with a qualified, by-the-book detective, or take this opportunity to find a more fitting career choice.”
Leon opened his mouth a bit to stop himself from grinding his teeth into powder. “Does Jill know? How’d she take this decision?”
Garcia frowned. “Jill respected my decision and is, unfortunately for the branch, being transferred to the 22 to work with Detective Rowdling.”
“That punk kid who left the damning evidence on the Browns case in his jacket he sent to the dry cleaners? This is fucking ridiculous. What did Jill and I do out of the ordinary to piss you off this much?” Leon exclaimed, raising his voice.
Garcia sat calmly. “I’ll remind you, Orcot, that I don’t tolerate that tone or that language in my office. You and Detective O’Nell are excused.”
In the hallway, O’Nell shifted her weight from leg to leg a few times before speaking. “Unfortunate circumstances.” Leon scowled looking in an opposite direction. “Just a reminder, I didn’t fly over to the colonies to make your life hell, alright?”
Leon headed over to his desk, with Peg following a respectable distance behind. He sat at his chair, looking at the bare surface, and wondered what exactly happened this morning. Peg sat across from Leon on Jill’s side. “Um, your…um, Jill, was it? Jill told me she’d call you tonight. She arrived early and was upset about Garcia’s decision.” Leon grunted, adjusting a picture Chris has drawn of Leon dressed up like a superhero standing on “bad guys.” Peg cocked her head around to get a glimpse. “Your son?”
“Brother actually.” Leon said
Peg smiled. “How old? Does he live with you here?”
“Uh, yeah. Well, he does, but he is with family for the summer. He’ll be headin’ back the Friday before school starts up again.” Leon propped one elbow on the desk and rested his head against his fist. “Well, uh, this is the file Jill and I were working on recently.” Leon began.
TBC
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Next chapter is barely started. Glah, it takes so long to write and it's like...four paragraphs? I suck.
Oh, and there is no sex in this story yet. It's gonna happen, people tend to have sex, but this one is more plot-based... and DON'T PANIC! There are NO Mary Sues! You're gonna see a name and some of you might "oh nos!"
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Please review? Okay, shutting up now.
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It was another unusually hot August day in sunny California. The heat wave had temperatures soaring into the mid 90s and city was once again facing rolling black outs. Currently, the affected areas including Count D’s Exotic Pets Shop where D was walking around misting birds and rotating which animals could be free to seek relief as best they could in the oven-like shop. While the heat wave steered the swarming mass of Chinatown tourist away from D’s shop and more toward Huntington Beach, regular and new clients seeking that difficult-to-obtain creature could always be counted on to brave any weather, and D unlocked the doors to his shop that morning hoping someone would. Every now and then, he would push a key he had place on the table he and Leon usually sat at around, perhaps tap it once or twice on the surface, and then force himself to find something to do.
Even with all the care the creatures of his shop required, even with all the different rooms with all sorts of unusual beings who required more than simple nourishment, D kept considering what Leon and he would discuss. Where would the relationship go? For whatever reason, that being the primary riddle D was contemplating, D could imagine Leon living in his home nor would he be willing to abandon his own home to live with Leon. He had other beings that depended on him. And then there was the matter of Leon’s mortality. There seemed no simple solution to the problem that humans can never become deity and deities can never renounce their immortality. If only it was as simple as D had often read in literature of the ages. A vow of love is made and some unspoken magic occurs solving all problems. If D could, as some books referred to it, “give up his grace” he wondered if he would.
Not one customer walked through D’s doors that day to offer any distraction. In that time he had tens or perhaps even a hundred different conversations with Leon to himself. None of them ended well, or those that did were highly improbable.
--
That morning, Leon had tried to shower and dress quietly, slipping his key back under the door when he locked up behind himself with a note that said he would stop by the shop later to talk. Forgoing coffee in front of the television, hoping D would sleep, Leon arrived at work to find the paperwork he had abandoned the night before missing from his desk and a post-it-note saying “see me” indicating Garcia wanted to see Leon. Again. Actually, the entire desk looked near bare. Every now and then Jill adapted a new theme to their shared space. Whatever crap she brought in this week, Leon was convinced it would be a lot less annoying than those solar powered head-side-to-side smiley-face things… He crumpled the note and putzed around, getting a couple cups of coffee in the break room and watching the weather report on the morning news, before one of Garcia’s lackeys found him and hauled him back.
“My day starts at nine am, Orcot. Not 9:10 or 9:15 and certainly not 9:21.” Garcia greeted Leon as he walked in the crowded office. Besides himself and Garcia there was a young woman sitting in the only other seat in the room as well as two other cops. “Care to explain why you had Detective Marsh’s and Detective Acosta’s casefile on your desk this morning?”
“Detective Marsh gave me the file. Asked me to check on the apartments for him. I found that guy running it was a suspect and-”
“It was our case, Leon.” Acosta interrupted. “The dossier on the landlord was missing along with other docs. I was surprised to find it all on your desk, including follow up work!” He scoffed, “I mean, come on Mulder, this case was about people, not killer lizard-women or werewolves.”
“Look, Marsh asked me to check it out. I checked it out. You want the case back? Fine, the hard work is done and you can add another notch on your belt. I don’t give a damn, alright?” Leon snapped “Am I done here?”
“No,” Garcia responded. “Marsh, Acosta, that will be all.” The two men left, one glaring at Leon for disrupting his work, the other glancing almost apologetically for not supporting Leon’s claim.
“Orcot,” Garcia began as the door shut behind Marsh “this is Detective O’Nell, formerly Inspector O’Nell from the U.K. She’ll be your new partner. Detective O’Nell, Leon Orcot.” Garcia introduced.
“Just call me Peg” the young woman offered, extending a hand with a thick British accent she seemed to be putting a great deal of effort into concealing.
“S-Ma’am, I’ve been working with Jill for years. Why--” Leon started cut off by Garcia.
“Leon, I wish I was surprised you are questioning my decision. You and Jill have one of the lowest case prosecution records for the past three years. Having evaluated each of you individually I found your partner to be exceptional and you fairly above adequate. The poor results suggest an incompatible partnership. Detective O’Nell has an outstanding record.” Garcia paused for a moment, shuffling papers on her desk for added dramatic affect. “Flat out, Orcot, you’re an embarrassment to this station chasing after shadows and boogey-men and then running off into cases you weren’t assigned to in the first place. Take this opportunity to work with a qualified, by-the-book detective, or take this opportunity to find a more fitting career choice.”
Leon opened his mouth a bit to stop himself from grinding his teeth into powder. “Does Jill know? How’d she take this decision?”
Garcia frowned. “Jill respected my decision and is, unfortunately for the branch, being transferred to the 22 to work with Detective Rowdling.”
“That punk kid who left the damning evidence on the Browns case in his jacket he sent to the dry cleaners? This is fucking ridiculous. What did Jill and I do out of the ordinary to piss you off this much?” Leon exclaimed, raising his voice.
Garcia sat calmly. “I’ll remind you, Orcot, that I don’t tolerate that tone or that language in my office. You and Detective O’Nell are excused.”
In the hallway, O’Nell shifted her weight from leg to leg a few times before speaking. “Unfortunate circumstances.” Leon scowled looking in an opposite direction. “Just a reminder, I didn’t fly over to the colonies to make your life hell, alright?”
Leon headed over to his desk, with Peg following a respectable distance behind. He sat at his chair, looking at the bare surface, and wondered what exactly happened this morning. Peg sat across from Leon on Jill’s side. “Um, your…um, Jill, was it? Jill told me she’d call you tonight. She arrived early and was upset about Garcia’s decision.” Leon grunted, adjusting a picture Chris has drawn of Leon dressed up like a superhero standing on “bad guys.” Peg cocked her head around to get a glimpse. “Your son?”
“Brother actually.” Leon said
Peg smiled. “How old? Does he live with you here?”
“Uh, yeah. Well, he does, but he is with family for the summer. He’ll be headin’ back the Friday before school starts up again.” Leon propped one elbow on the desk and rested his head against his fist. “Well, uh, this is the file Jill and I were working on recently.” Leon began.
TBC
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Next chapter is barely started. Glah, it takes so long to write and it's like...four paragraphs? I suck.