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stilljustandrew ([personal profile] stilljustandrew) wrote2010-04-12 08:13 pm
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[Detroit!AU: the first to come was a fair maid]

Jonathan's vision was pretty well unmistakable. Gabriel's in danger, and doesn't know it -- or at least doesn't know the specifics.

That would be enough on its own, even if Andrew didn't more or less owe him his life.



Gabriel's nowhere to be seen at Milliways, and no one seems to have run into him in the past couple of days. Well, and that's normal enough; there's no reason he'd be here all the time, and plenty of reason to make himself scarce, all things considered. Maybe he's just back home.

Please just let this not be too late.

Andrew writes out a note at the bar giving Jonathan's vision in as much detail as he can, folds it carefully in quarters, and writes "The Trickster (G.)" on the outside.
gavemea_45: (lucifer: a shadow in the dark)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-21 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, you can," he counters, sharply, even though Andrew hadn't finished the sentence aloud.

"Now look at me--"
gavemea_45: (lucifer: sincere and sympathetic)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-21 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
It's very likely almost like looking at a photo-flash in reverse.

There in the center of the brilliance that whites out the rest of the room, the impossibly-glorious figure of Lucifer Morningstar is nevertheless perfectly clear to Andrew's sight.

And as Andrew's eyes open, he smiles.

"I told you."
gavemea_45: (lucifer: sincere and sympathetic)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-21 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
His grip loosens giving the impression that Lucifer's fingers are threading gently through Andrew's hair even as the gleaming feathers of his sheltering wings brush against his back, his arms.

"Fear not," he says again. "You are here, and I am with you."

A beat.

"I will not lie to you, Andrew Wells. This is not like before, with the creature that took the form of your friend Warren. Doubt it not: this is your second chance."
gavemea_45: (lucifer: sincere and sympathetic)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-21 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Indeed."

Brightness is all around them; brightness is in his voice now as well, the hard shining light of sharp slicing steel as he says,

"War is coming. That cannot be changed; in fact, it has already begun. If it grinds onward, slowly, then by the time it ends, there may well be nothing of humanity left upon the face of this dead world but ash and bone."

Cold certainty rings in each word, not unlike the tolling of a death knell.

"But it doesn't have to end like that. Not if it ends quickly."

His gaze meets Andrew's, locks and holds.

"That which called itself the First Evil sought to deceive and manipulate you, to use you unknowing. I offer you a choice, and a place beside me where with your talents you can do that which no other can. Help me end this war, Andrew. Before it's too late."
gavemea_45: (lucifer: small dark smile)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-21 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Everything around them goes utterly, absolutely still.

Lucifer studies him.

"You're as stubborn as Sam Winchester was," he marvels.

Silence again, and then slowly, very slowly, he smiles.

"But he said yes to me. And you will, too."

A beat.

"Think about that for a bit, why don't you?"

The light dies around him and his wings vanish in a rush of displaced air in the same moment. Lucifer lets go of Andrew completely and turns away, calling out in a voice like a whip-crack,

"Meg!"
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: dark-haired dark-eyed danger)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
It's a matter of seconds, and not many of them, before the door to the hall bursts open.

She doesn't even bother glancing at Andrew; her focus is all for Lucifer.

"You called for me?"
gavemea_45: (lucifer: direct)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-22 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
He clasps his hands behind his back and smiles warmly at her.

"I did." He flicks a glance at Andrew, then back to Meg.

"Tend to our ... guest. As we discussed."
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," she assures him, and turns a sharp smile on Andrew.

"I'll be delighted to."
gavemea_45: (lucifer: direct)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-22 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Lucifer smiles.

"Good."

He glances at Andrew.

"We'll talk again. Soon."
gavemea_45: (lucifer: smile in gray)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-22 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs, very softly, and walks out of the room -- touching a casual hand on Meg's shoulder and running it down her arm as he goes.
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
She looks after him, then turns her full attention to Andrew.


"Oh, we're going to have fun, Wells. I can't wait to get started."
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugs, smiling.

"Something like that."

A beat.

"Guess we're gonna have to make the most of the time we've got while it lasts, right?"

Meg claps her hands sharply together, and three guards promptly enter the room in response to her summons.

"Take him downstairs," she orders.
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: dark-haired dark-eyed danger)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
The guards muscle him out of the room, down a flight of stairs into a short, ill-lit corridor, and into the middle of another room.

Meg leaves them at the top of the stairs. It's only after the guards get him to the center of the cell that she arrives, carrying a cardboard box.

She crouches down, setting it on the floor, and starts to open it, then glances over at them.

"Why is he still on his feet?"
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The first thing she lays out is a set of wrist cuffs.

Then a collar, and a metal chain.

Finally, Meg picks up a smaller box that's labeled as being from a medical supply shop, and turns to pin him with a look.

"I remember your little trick last time. With that Dvasha bitch."

The gloves she lifts from the box are specially designed, with metal-braced foam splints to separate and immobilize each finger.

"Don't think you'll be pulling that one again."

She adds a roll of duct tape, and smiles.

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