"So you did do it," Damien said slowly, sort of pushing in front of me.
I realized he was trying to shield me with his own body. I wasn't sure if he realized that he probably wasn't going to stop a bullet at that close of a range. Nice gesture though. The next thing I realized was that Glenn hadn't seen Micah yet. He had the gun trained on Sherlock and I, but was totally disregarding Micah, who seemed to be hidden from his view by the shelves. Damien noticed too. Micah stayed rather crouched near the table.
"He left my mother before I was born," Glenn started, "I just had to know what type of person he was."
"I take it that he didn't measure up to standards," Damien said sarcastically. He was walking a mighty thin line in provoking a man with a gun. I just hoped he knew what he was doing.
Sherlock was slowly inching his way over to where Micah was, keeping me behind him the entire time.
"He said I wasn't his son because he did know I existed. Can you believe that? He leaves my mother and acts like he has no responsibility whatsoever. He didn't deserve to live, and that thing I have to call a brother. Nothing more than a spoiled brat," Glenn continued.
We had reached the edge of the table in the middle of the building. Micah I could see had backed up on the other side so that he and Damien were next to each other with only the table in between them.
"So that justifies killing the one and sending the other one to prison?" Sherlock egged on.
"I was ridding the world of scum," Glenn explained rather proudly.
"Something you have no right to do," Damien said scathingly, "you're not God. You're just insane."
That last comment was enough to throw Glenn off his balance. He made as though he was going to physically move towards Damien, but Damien was faster. At the same moment he lunged forward, Micah vaulted himself over the table. The gardener wasn't expecting the extra person in the slightest. He was completely taken off guard. One of the boys managed to smash Glenn's hand against the table and he lost hold of the gun. I launched myself at the weapon and pointed it at Glenn in shooter's stance. I did know how to fire a handgun and apparently it showed because he suddenly stopped struggling.
"Cell phone," Damien gasped, "get the cell phone out of my back pocket."
I complied and quickly dialed the police. We spent a rather tense 10 minutes until they got there, but finally Glenn Thomas was being handcuffed and hauled off.
"Well, that was kinda fun," Micah said as he watched the police drive off.
Damien and I just looked at him oddly. He grinned back and just shrugged.
I smiled to see a slight understanding between the two men. It wasn't much, granted, but it was a start. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, they worked together well.
Damien put his arm around me, "I've nearly gotten you shot and bitten on the same day. A bit much even by my standards."
"Ah, I'm still in one piece," I said.
"That's my girl," he said with a grin.
Micah watched us with a smile and I reached out and put an arm around his waist too. I couldn't get any more comfortable than I was, between two people I really cared about. Maybe I'd tell Micah how I felt about Damien, maybe I wouldn't. I had a vague feeling that Micah already knew. He was perceptive. I'd figure it out eventually. Until then I was just happy to be with him. But knowing myself, I wasn't going to hold out that long.
I looked up at Damien. Nope, I probably wasn't going to be able the hold out that long at all.
~Finis~
A/N
I promised they'd get together in the next story and I intend to deliver. I've got finals, so it may take a little longer to put up than normal. Bear with me. I'm getting very attached to "my boys" and they're both fun to write. Thanks for the reviews! It makes me write faster.
WoC (Weapon of Choice)
I realized he was trying to shield me with his own body. I wasn't sure if he realized that he probably wasn't going to stop a bullet at that close of a range. Nice gesture though. The next thing I realized was that Glenn hadn't seen Micah yet. He had the gun trained on Sherlock and I, but was totally disregarding Micah, who seemed to be hidden from his view by the shelves. Damien noticed too. Micah stayed rather crouched near the table.
"He left my mother before I was born," Glenn started, "I just had to know what type of person he was."
"I take it that he didn't measure up to standards," Damien said sarcastically. He was walking a mighty thin line in provoking a man with a gun. I just hoped he knew what he was doing.
Sherlock was slowly inching his way over to where Micah was, keeping me behind him the entire time.
"He said I wasn't his son because he did know I existed. Can you believe that? He leaves my mother and acts like he has no responsibility whatsoever. He didn't deserve to live, and that thing I have to call a brother. Nothing more than a spoiled brat," Glenn continued.
We had reached the edge of the table in the middle of the building. Micah I could see had backed up on the other side so that he and Damien were next to each other with only the table in between them.
"So that justifies killing the one and sending the other one to prison?" Sherlock egged on.
"I was ridding the world of scum," Glenn explained rather proudly.
"Something you have no right to do," Damien said scathingly, "you're not God. You're just insane."
That last comment was enough to throw Glenn off his balance. He made as though he was going to physically move towards Damien, but Damien was faster. At the same moment he lunged forward, Micah vaulted himself over the table. The gardener wasn't expecting the extra person in the slightest. He was completely taken off guard. One of the boys managed to smash Glenn's hand against the table and he lost hold of the gun. I launched myself at the weapon and pointed it at Glenn in shooter's stance. I did know how to fire a handgun and apparently it showed because he suddenly stopped struggling.
"Cell phone," Damien gasped, "get the cell phone out of my back pocket."
I complied and quickly dialed the police. We spent a rather tense 10 minutes until they got there, but finally Glenn Thomas was being handcuffed and hauled off.
"Well, that was kinda fun," Micah said as he watched the police drive off.
Damien and I just looked at him oddly. He grinned back and just shrugged.
I smiled to see a slight understanding between the two men. It wasn't much, granted, but it was a start. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, they worked together well.
Damien put his arm around me, "I've nearly gotten you shot and bitten on the same day. A bit much even by my standards."
"Ah, I'm still in one piece," I said.
"That's my girl," he said with a grin.
Micah watched us with a smile and I reached out and put an arm around his waist too. I couldn't get any more comfortable than I was, between two people I really cared about. Maybe I'd tell Micah how I felt about Damien, maybe I wouldn't. I had a vague feeling that Micah already knew. He was perceptive. I'd figure it out eventually. Until then I was just happy to be with him. But knowing myself, I wasn't going to hold out that long.
I looked up at Damien. Nope, I probably wasn't going to be able the hold out that long at all.
~Finis~
A/N
I promised they'd get together in the next story and I intend to deliver. I've got finals, so it may take a little longer to put up than normal. Bear with me. I'm getting very attached to "my boys" and they're both fun to write. Thanks for the reviews! It makes me write faster.
WoC (Weapon of Choice)