Disclaimer: I don't own….anything that belongs to someone else. I think that's the kind of thing that the law says—you know, possession being nine-tenths and all. Yeah. You get it.
Characters: Cal and Niko Leandros, Sam and Dean Winchester, Gordon Walker
Setting: After "Madhouse" in the Cal Leandros series, before "Hunted" in Supernatural's season two
Warnings: Missing!Limp!!Cal, Protective!Niko, Limp!Sam, Protective!Dean, general angst, shameless self-robbery, rusty muses, slightly lame beginning, and probably slow updates.
Summary/Author's Note: Remember my first-ever Leandros fic, The Devil's Trill? Yeah, I'm basically ripping that one off so that I can do an AU of my Leandros/Winchester Melding of the Awesome. Also, I just miss Gordon's nice, straightforward lunacy, because at least we knew he was the bad guy. None of this "Hey, I'm the good guy who wants to end the world, so make sure you don't mix me up with the bad one who…also wants to end the world." That, compounded with deep denial about what went on in the last two episodes—oh, okay, in the last two seasons—led to this, which has an idea to it similar to The Devil's Trill, only I packed in more man-pain and limpage and set it all in a longer timeline.
The hunter waited patiently for his quarry to come out of its hole. He had been waiting for a long time, but he didn't mind. He had done some long waiting in his time. He remembered once staking out a pit for three days straight, living on Slim Jims and stale cookie crisps and strong coffee, never letting the place out of his sight, and that was for a creature much less than this one.
Still, he was rather relieved that this wait wouldn't last longer than tonight—he got tired of pissing on the sidewalk sometimes, and besides, that road could sometimes lead to awkwardness if traveled too often in a short span of time.
Just as he was getting a small chuckle out of this, the wind scattered leaves across concrete, and the hunter immediately shifted his mind and body back to full alertness. Overhead, dark clouds slid over to cover the moon, and the under smiled at the small ways in which the world aided him.
Night was really the best time for hunting, and the darker the better. No matter than in true darkness, with not even a candle or a flashlight, it was almost impossible to get a shot off—the hunter was good enough to hit his mark at any time. No matter that with so few people out and about late at night, one man out alone was obvious and suspicious—he could hide easily if need be. Never mind, either, that so few of God's creatures stirred at night.
What he hunted wasn't one of God's creatures, anyway.
Just as he thought this, his prey emerged into the night. As always, the hunter felt a brief stab of disappointment that the end of such a long wait could be so anticlimactic. But of course, that didn't mean he could let the thing escape, not for something as trivial as the chase that would ensue.
So, with a brief sigh for what fun he could have had if he were less professional, Gordon Walker lifted his gun, aimed out the open window, and pulled the trigger.
The thing dropped instantly, like a stone.
If stones had been less human.
AN: Okay, so here's the thing: for whoever's actually read the prologue of Forever May You Run, I did not quit. Swear. I just haven't been able to write anything lately, and when I finally did manage to pick up a pen again this was the only thing my mind wanted to try. So if you're actually riveted by that idea I will be picking it up again, because I never abandon a story. It just may take some time. Until then, you get this!
The second thing: I will be out of town for almost all of June. There is a brief week in mid-June during which I am actually in St. Louis, but in that time I'll probably only be seeing my house as I pass by it on my way somewhere else. The good news is that because of that, I will probably be able to post multiple chapters of this at once. The bad news is that they probably won't come until the end of June/beginning of July. If it sucks that I put up a teaser like this—well, feel free to tell me it sucks. I'll try to post chapter one by the time I leave next Friday—I'll try really hard—but don't hold me to that…
And the third thing: I know after dropping off the grid for almost two months I don't deserve it, but could you guys review anyway? I promise I'd be really grateful!!! (Even if I might not be able to reply until the end of June—see above…)