Title: Smooth Addiction
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for graphic death, substance abuse, language, and major angst.
Pairing: Darien/Semi-Borrowed Female Character: Annie
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic, QSArchive, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, just ask.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Summary: Inspired by the songs by Alien Ant Farm and K's Choice. An agent assigned to Darien and Bobby is murdered, and the death takes a major toll on Darien.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU storie. This will *not* end happily. There's my warning. It's violent and painful and depressing. This storie is extremely personal and is painful for me to write, for several reasons.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot and Annie Li. The Invisible Man belongs to Scifi and Stu Segall. The idea of "Annie" and "Smooth Criminal" belong to Alien Ant Farm and/or Michael Jackson, you choose. "Not an Addict" is the property of K's Choice.
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Darien read his letter for the ninth time and laid it gently down on the coffee table. His smile was filled with a loss and sadness that rivalled the tears he had shed for Kevin.
He picked up his coffee cup and swallowed the last few droplets. He was immediately whisked back to another day with Annie.
*****
"Stop that, Darien."
"Stop what, Annie?"
"That!" she said, pointing at his leg.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"Stop bouncing your leg! It's making me nervous!"
"Sorry, Annie, didn't mean for my leg to make you nervous," he replied smiling. "It's a habit."
"Well, stop it, ok?"
"Fine." He purposely began bouncing his leg faster.
"I thought I asked you to stop that."
"Sorry, man. I can't help it."
"Try."
Darien laughed and held his leg still. He watched her intently instead.
All she was doing was filing her nails, but to him, it was the purest form of poetry in motion. Her fast, fluid movements, the breath from her mouth onto her nails, brushing the little white powder off of the file and her nails. He sat there for ten minutes, just watching her.
Darien thought back to the day in the van with the Mountain Dew. The spark still tingled in his system from the contact. He was determined to figure out why he had fallen so hard, so fast. 'You can't figure out love,' he told himself. He turned his attention back to her.
She sang softly with the song on the radio. Darien melted at the sound of her voice.
She paused to laugh at her private little joke. Darien sighed longingly at her laugh.
She looked up at him and smiled. 'Ok, I can die a happy man now,' Darien thought.
"You stopped," she whispered loudly.
"Huh?"
"You stopped bouncing your leg."
"I did?"
"Yeah, I knew you could do it," she smiled and laughed.
*****
"So."
"So."
"Got anything?"
"Nope, you?"
"Nothing."
"This is pointless, Hobbes!" Annie declared.
"This is not pointless, Li!" Bobby defended.
"Sitting here watching an empty warehouse is very pointless, Bobby."
"We don't know that it's empty."
"Yes, we do. Darien just told us that."
"He's in there, yeah? Then it's not empty."
Annie turned and glared at him. "You know what I meant, man."
"I know what you meant."
*****
Bobby sat at his dining room table reading his letter again. He was sadder than he could ever remember being. He missed her. She was a great conversationalist, and she seemed to enjoy talking and listening to him.
He laid the letter on the glass table top and leaned back in his chair. Scrubbing his hands over his eyes, he groaned from exhaustion. He stood and made his way toward the shower. Maybe the water would sooth his aching muscles, and his aching heart.
*****
"Annie Li
1977-2001
Beloved Daughter, Sister, and Friend"
Darien stared at the letters etched in the dark marble. Nothing but the best for Annie, he guessed. His body stiffened as he felt a presence behind him.
"I miss her, too, pal," the familiar baritone said softly.
"I can't stand this, Hobbes. It's tearing me up. All I want to do is drink and forget she ever existed, forget *I* ever existed."
"You can't do that, buddy. The Agency needs you. Claire needs you. I need you. You're our friend, and we hate what you're doing to yourself."
"I hate what I'm doing to myself, but I can't stop."
"Yes, you can, Fawkes. Let us help you, please."
"Darien? Bobby?" an equally familiar voice, female in origin, said.
"Over here, Claire," Bobby said.
"Hi," she whispered, placing a hand on each man's shoulder. "How are you?"
"Been better," they said in unison.
Claire smiled, "I know. Anything I can do?"
"Help us find who killed her," was Darien's answer.
"Help Darien," was Bobby's.
The two men exchanged looks for a moment, and Darien nodded. "Help me, Keepy. I need... something."
The Keeper smiled again, "Done. Let's get you back to the Agency, ok, Darien?"
Darien nodded and began walking toward Claire's car.
*****
"Breathe it in and breathe it out,
Pass it on,
It's almost out
We're so creative, so much forward
High above, but on the floor
It's not a habit,
It's cool,
I feel alive,
If you don't have it, you're on the other side
......
"I'm not an addict,
Maybe that's a lie
It's over now,
I'm cold, alone,
I'm just a person
On my own
Nothing means a thing to me
No, nothing means a thing to me."
--"Not an Addict" by K's Choice
*****
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for graphic death, substance abuse, language, and major angst.
Pairing: Darien/Semi-Borrowed Female Character: Annie
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic, QSArchive, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, just ask.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Summary: Inspired by the songs by Alien Ant Farm and K's Choice. An agent assigned to Darien and Bobby is murdered, and the death takes a major toll on Darien.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU storie. This will *not* end happily. There's my warning. It's violent and painful and depressing. This storie is extremely personal and is painful for me to write, for several reasons.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot and Annie Li. The Invisible Man belongs to Scifi and Stu Segall. The idea of "Annie" and "Smooth Criminal" belong to Alien Ant Farm and/or Michael Jackson, you choose. "Not an Addict" is the property of K's Choice.
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Darien read his letter for the ninth time and laid it gently down on the coffee table. His smile was filled with a loss and sadness that rivalled the tears he had shed for Kevin.
He picked up his coffee cup and swallowed the last few droplets. He was immediately whisked back to another day with Annie.
*****
"Stop that, Darien."
"Stop what, Annie?"
"That!" she said, pointing at his leg.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"Stop bouncing your leg! It's making me nervous!"
"Sorry, Annie, didn't mean for my leg to make you nervous," he replied smiling. "It's a habit."
"Well, stop it, ok?"
"Fine." He purposely began bouncing his leg faster.
"I thought I asked you to stop that."
"Sorry, man. I can't help it."
"Try."
Darien laughed and held his leg still. He watched her intently instead.
All she was doing was filing her nails, but to him, it was the purest form of poetry in motion. Her fast, fluid movements, the breath from her mouth onto her nails, brushing the little white powder off of the file and her nails. He sat there for ten minutes, just watching her.
Darien thought back to the day in the van with the Mountain Dew. The spark still tingled in his system from the contact. He was determined to figure out why he had fallen so hard, so fast. 'You can't figure out love,' he told himself. He turned his attention back to her.
She sang softly with the song on the radio. Darien melted at the sound of her voice.
She paused to laugh at her private little joke. Darien sighed longingly at her laugh.
She looked up at him and smiled. 'Ok, I can die a happy man now,' Darien thought.
"You stopped," she whispered loudly.
"Huh?"
"You stopped bouncing your leg."
"I did?"
"Yeah, I knew you could do it," she smiled and laughed.
*****
"So."
"So."
"Got anything?"
"Nope, you?"
"Nothing."
"This is pointless, Hobbes!" Annie declared.
"This is not pointless, Li!" Bobby defended.
"Sitting here watching an empty warehouse is very pointless, Bobby."
"We don't know that it's empty."
"Yes, we do. Darien just told us that."
"He's in there, yeah? Then it's not empty."
Annie turned and glared at him. "You know what I meant, man."
"I know what you meant."
*****
Bobby sat at his dining room table reading his letter again. He was sadder than he could ever remember being. He missed her. She was a great conversationalist, and she seemed to enjoy talking and listening to him.
He laid the letter on the glass table top and leaned back in his chair. Scrubbing his hands over his eyes, he groaned from exhaustion. He stood and made his way toward the shower. Maybe the water would sooth his aching muscles, and his aching heart.
*****
"Annie Li
1977-2001
Beloved Daughter, Sister, and Friend"
Darien stared at the letters etched in the dark marble. Nothing but the best for Annie, he guessed. His body stiffened as he felt a presence behind him.
"I miss her, too, pal," the familiar baritone said softly.
"I can't stand this, Hobbes. It's tearing me up. All I want to do is drink and forget she ever existed, forget *I* ever existed."
"You can't do that, buddy. The Agency needs you. Claire needs you. I need you. You're our friend, and we hate what you're doing to yourself."
"I hate what I'm doing to myself, but I can't stop."
"Yes, you can, Fawkes. Let us help you, please."
"Darien? Bobby?" an equally familiar voice, female in origin, said.
"Over here, Claire," Bobby said.
"Hi," she whispered, placing a hand on each man's shoulder. "How are you?"
"Been better," they said in unison.
Claire smiled, "I know. Anything I can do?"
"Help us find who killed her," was Darien's answer.
"Help Darien," was Bobby's.
The two men exchanged looks for a moment, and Darien nodded. "Help me, Keepy. I need... something."
The Keeper smiled again, "Done. Let's get you back to the Agency, ok, Darien?"
Darien nodded and began walking toward Claire's car.
*****
"Breathe it in and breathe it out,
Pass it on,
It's almost out
We're so creative, so much forward
High above, but on the floor
It's not a habit,
It's cool,
I feel alive,
If you don't have it, you're on the other side
......
"I'm not an addict,
Maybe that's a lie
It's over now,
I'm cold, alone,
I'm just a person
On my own
Nothing means a thing to me
No, nothing means a thing to me."
--"Not an Addict" by K's Choice
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