Written for 12_stories prompt 1. Anger on lj. This is a movieverse fic and is complete.


She might be the most volatile of them all and he can tell just by looking at her.

Anger.

He could feel it before he even took her back to the hotel room it was palatable and for some reason just as delicious as her ass in those painted on red pants.

The first hit has him grinning and the second has him floored (almost).

It isn't until he's lying in a coffin in order to get into the U.S that he realizes how bad this could be. She doesn't have to let him out and there's nothing he can do to prevent her from letting him rot in a box.

She lets him out but there's a glimmer there he doesn't quite understand.

Anger and something else but he's not sure of it. He wants to keep her around in order to find out though, and so he doesn't let Roque kill her.

Her anger is there and definitely present the first time they have sex (ifuck/i) and he swears later it burned his lips.

Her blood is still boiling, her muscles tensed from her earlier confrontation with Roque.

He reminds himself to thank Roque later because it's the best sex of his entire life. Of course first he would have to get over the anger at having seen him touch Aisha.

(She's his.)

That anger boils over in a hotel room bathed in red.

"A targets a target," he had told her as his suspicion about her grew.

Her anger is fiery as she shoots Jensen and then shoots out the mirror.

Jensen is his too in a vastly different way but still his.

His anger tastes like blood. All copper and salt.

He still has doubts about killing her, after all anger can be manipulated.

Anger is all he feels for Roque, anger and a sharp need for revenge.

Pooch is hurt and according to Jensen Aisha is a badass chick.

Clay knew that already, had known it from the first fight.

She is angry when he tells her the truth, angry and hurt. She knows her father was not a good man but a confirmation of the truth is the last thing she needs or wants.

He doesn't care for the moment but he will later. He needs to kill Roque otherwise his anger will eat him up inside until he's a husk with nothing left.

It is her voice, still sharp that saved him in the end, her...just iher/i.

Max is hers to bag but he finds himself unable to care. He just wants him dead.

His country may have betrayed him after all but he finds he can't do the same.

His anger comes from failure at stopping Max but it's okay (for now).

They promise to finish that dance but he doesn't know if they ever will. Sometimes he thinks they're both addicted to the thought of how it could end rather than the need for it to end.

After all there's one good thing about anger that stands out more than the rest.

It can either fade or become passion.

Clay is hoping for the latter.

The End