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Oct. 2nd, 2003 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katikatGawd, did I get angry today at school. The teacher is totally totally dumb! At first she tells us to prepare what she gave us as soon as possible. And when I do it she talks through half of the hour and then looks at me and says "Oh, we won´t get to it today anymore!!!" I was so angry at first but then everything caught up with me - the school, the total lack of money and the usual depression - and I felt as if I would cry. Gawd! This didn´t happen to me in ages!
But I saw Silk Stalkings yesterday again! Yay, they started to air it here. Yay, my lovely Chris... He and Rita are such great friends. No slash potential, but I really don´t mind here. They are simply perfect together - and what´s more important: no sexual tension or something like that. Simply the best friends! No bickering or anything. It´s really different from what you can usually see on TV!
Decided to update my site again. Twelve fics! Two parts of The Claim and ten drabbles!!! Wow.
Oh, another decision! I decided to write flashes - you know, when a scene pops up in your mind and you know you won´t ever write a fic to it? I decided to write just these scenes and get them out of my system. So, this is the first flash! No beginning, no end, no name. Fastlane fandom!
...
"Van?" Deaq called out when the shooting finally stopped. "Partner?" he shouted again after receiving no answer. When only eerie quiet met his questions, he furrowed his brows in concern.
Slowly he crawled out from behind the car where he had taken cover during the shoot out. Crouching, he quickly moved over to the body of their suspect. He kicked the gun out of reach then knelt down to take his pulse. Nothing. The guy was dead.
Deaq looked down at the dead man. Tommy Wong, a small weapons dealer. They had just wanted to ask him a couple of questions about his brother when he had pulled a gun on them. Whilst running for cover, they started to shoot back. Five minutes later...
Hearing the sirens in the distance coming closer, he decided there was no need to call the cops. For once, their colleagues would be right where they needed them.
Getting up, he hid his weapon and started to walk towards the crates behind which he knew his partner had taken cover. When he rounded the pile of wooden boxes the breath caught in his throat.
On the ground, his partner was lying in a pool of blood. His white tanktop was rapidly turning crimson. His eyes were open, looking up at the sky and with every wheezing breath he took; a small rivulet of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
"Fuck, Van!" Deaq shouted, rushing over. He knelt next to his partner, heedless of the red fluid staining his brand new jeans. Touching the side of Van´s throat, he flipped his cell phone open, dialing 911. "Come on, partner. Don´t you dare die on me, do you hear?" he whispered frantically to Van. It worried him that the other man didn´t even seem to acknowledge him, for his eyes were still fixed on the deep blue sky.
"Yeah, this is Officer Hayes," he shouted down the phone. "Officer down. Corner of 21st and Lake Road. Hurry, he is bleeding profusely!" With that he flipped the cell phone shut and pocketed it. Then he took off his shirt and carefully moving Van´s arm out of the way, he pressed it against the wound. The bullet had caught Van in the side and gone into his rib cage. With each labored breath Van took, red bubbles appeared in the bloody wound.
Deaq increased the pressure and Van moaned quietly, closing his eyes.
"No, stay awake," Deaq screamed at him, slapping his face lightly. Van´s head moved to the side and slowly the clouded eyes opened again. "That´s it. Stay awake! Do you hear me? That´s an order, Officer Ray!"
Deaq felt despair crawling up his spine. The light was slowly fading from his partner´s eyes and he wasn´t sure if Van even saw him anymore. The sirens were getting closer, but they were still at least three or four blocks away.
"Come on, partner, come on!" he whispered, one of his hand pressing the shirt against the wound, the other touching Van´s stubbled cheek lightly. "Don´t you dare die on me. Don´t you fucking dare!"
Van blinked sluggishly, then his eyes closed.
"Van!!!" Deaq screamed, his hand moving from Van´s cheek to the side of his throat.
Then the police arrived.
...
But I saw Silk Stalkings yesterday again! Yay, they started to air it here. Yay, my lovely Chris... He and Rita are such great friends. No slash potential, but I really don´t mind here. They are simply perfect together - and what´s more important: no sexual tension or something like that. Simply the best friends! No bickering or anything. It´s really different from what you can usually see on TV!
Decided to update my site again. Twelve fics! Two parts of The Claim and ten drabbles!!! Wow.
Oh, another decision! I decided to write flashes - you know, when a scene pops up in your mind and you know you won´t ever write a fic to it? I decided to write just these scenes and get them out of my system. So, this is the first flash! No beginning, no end, no name. Fastlane fandom!
...
"Van?" Deaq called out when the shooting finally stopped. "Partner?" he shouted again after receiving no answer. When only eerie quiet met his questions, he furrowed his brows in concern.
Slowly he crawled out from behind the car where he had taken cover during the shoot out. Crouching, he quickly moved over to the body of their suspect. He kicked the gun out of reach then knelt down to take his pulse. Nothing. The guy was dead.
Deaq looked down at the dead man. Tommy Wong, a small weapons dealer. They had just wanted to ask him a couple of questions about his brother when he had pulled a gun on them. Whilst running for cover, they started to shoot back. Five minutes later...
Hearing the sirens in the distance coming closer, he decided there was no need to call the cops. For once, their colleagues would be right where they needed them.
Getting up, he hid his weapon and started to walk towards the crates behind which he knew his partner had taken cover. When he rounded the pile of wooden boxes the breath caught in his throat.
On the ground, his partner was lying in a pool of blood. His white tanktop was rapidly turning crimson. His eyes were open, looking up at the sky and with every wheezing breath he took; a small rivulet of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
"Fuck, Van!" Deaq shouted, rushing over. He knelt next to his partner, heedless of the red fluid staining his brand new jeans. Touching the side of Van´s throat, he flipped his cell phone open, dialing 911. "Come on, partner. Don´t you dare die on me, do you hear?" he whispered frantically to Van. It worried him that the other man didn´t even seem to acknowledge him, for his eyes were still fixed on the deep blue sky.
"Yeah, this is Officer Hayes," he shouted down the phone. "Officer down. Corner of 21st and Lake Road. Hurry, he is bleeding profusely!" With that he flipped the cell phone shut and pocketed it. Then he took off his shirt and carefully moving Van´s arm out of the way, he pressed it against the wound. The bullet had caught Van in the side and gone into his rib cage. With each labored breath Van took, red bubbles appeared in the bloody wound.
Deaq increased the pressure and Van moaned quietly, closing his eyes.
"No, stay awake," Deaq screamed at him, slapping his face lightly. Van´s head moved to the side and slowly the clouded eyes opened again. "That´s it. Stay awake! Do you hear me? That´s an order, Officer Ray!"
Deaq felt despair crawling up his spine. The light was slowly fading from his partner´s eyes and he wasn´t sure if Van even saw him anymore. The sirens were getting closer, but they were still at least three or four blocks away.
"Come on, partner, come on!" he whispered, one of his hand pressing the shirt against the wound, the other touching Van´s stubbled cheek lightly. "Don´t you dare die on me. Don´t you fucking dare!"
Van blinked sluggishly, then his eyes closed.
"Van!!!" Deaq screamed, his hand moving from Van´s cheek to the side of his throat.
Then the police arrived.
...
