Title: Sons of Man, Daughters of Heaven
Author: Bekah26
Rating: PG but will go up.
Paring: none at the moment but may change later.
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright intended. All characters originated with CSI: NY, and are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis. I am receiving no payment for their use. They do not belong to me.
Content Warning: .CSI NY/ CSI Miami crossover with Fantasy AU elements.
Summary: After the apparent death of one of their own, both teams discover that the world they live in is more varied then they had known, and that certain secrets have prices all must pay.
Sons of Man, Daughters of Heaven
Prologue:
Body leaning against the glass window before him, the figure watched his coworkers for what he knew may be the final time.He felt peace in this moment and knew that whatever was to come, he had done his best, loved and been loved, and had affected the changes he had needed to. There were regrets but he had to reconcile himself to them; he could not alter what had to be, and knew what happened to those who tried.
He had felt it for awhile, the wind shifting, bringing warning with it. It was surprising at first, and unexpected, and the sudden intrusion into his settled life had shaken him so that even his friends-no, family-had noticed the changes in his demeanor. They cared, oh so much, and he longed to tell them everything but decades of fear had instilled a doubt in his core; would they still love him after, if he told them the truth, if he stripped away the layers and revealed everything?
He wanted to believe that they still would. But the doubt forever blocked his tongue.
This was his home, his world, but it would all end soon. Indeed, he should have moved on months ago, or at least sent warning to his kin in New York; but he had done nothing. He knew that his family there was even more settled and he couldn't bring himself to disturb them. Were something to happen he knew that they would get warning, but maybe too late, and he owed them more than that. Yet he also owed these people so much as well. But he knew his family here would never just let him go, no matter what happened, and so he couldn't just vanish.
He would have to die instead.
He would cut his ties and leave, had to, and head to New York with the warning, hoping that his kin would heed it as well and follow him. That was the part he was unsure of, the stubborn nature of that one, who was willing to fight and lay it all down for those under their protection. He sighed. They may be blood kin but were different as night and day; he was too used to running, afraid of what he'd lose, afraid to face the what if's.
He was out of choices.
Stepping away and packing up his most loved belongings-not too many, can't act suspicious- he looked out a last time, memorizing faces and bodies, hoping to lock the memories inside forever.
A mother in a dear friend, something he had never had, and had treasured more than any precious stone.
A brother in arms, comrade, and so close a friend he knew that his death would terribly scar. But there was no choice.
A sister of cold steel but molten warmth, a woman of the soul, and he prayed she would be the team's center when he was gone.
And a man of fire and ice, a mentor and father and friend, his other half; the thought of what would lost between them almost made him shy away from his plan, yet, he could bear to see the look of betrayal on Horatio's face when he found out the truth.
No choice.
And they suspected nothing, wishing him well on his vacation, Eric teasing him about any romantic interludes he might have and demanding all information upon his return. Calleigh, who gave him a quick hug on her way off, and Alexx who gave him a longer one and then made him promise to come to dinner soon. And then H, giving him that little smile that said "I'll miss you, be safe, and have fun. But not too much fun."
He ached with missing them already.
Climbing onto his bike he gave the lab one last look, one last look at his existence and fully realized the pain of being human, for to be human was to regret. And he had so many regrets he was breaking apart inside. But he could not rest yet and he had work to do, events to set in motion, and repercussions waiting to unfold.
As the sun set danger was in the air, riding swiftly on the waves that crashed onto the shores of Miami and for one of the last times Timothy Speedle rode through the city, the ancient words of warning following him like a shadow.
The Hunt has returned.
okay, I'm allowing my crazy writer's mind to do this one, so I'm going to go all out. And I may have bitten off more then I can chew.There will be strangeness ahead, but its all in fun.
For me anyway.