Disclaimer : Don't own anything but the fic itself.
Warnings : nothing in particular
Summary : A part of my Schwartz saga, this one shows, how they got Schuldig.
Schwartz part 1
by: apocalipticoblivion
Wearing just about nothing and freezing my ass off at the same time, I leaned against a telephone poll.
I began to start scanning for any potential costomers, I saw that no one was coming. So, I pull out a cigarette and light up.
Just then a big, expensive car slows down infront of me. I jump in. But, something feels wrong... I can't hear his thoughts. 'He' is a good looking man. Slicked back black hair. Glasses that frame his face perfectly. He looks as though he could be a model. He was certainly rich enough. Armani suits, expensive cars, he probably had everything.
"So, what do you want done?" I ask in a sexy sedutive voice that could bring anyone to his or her knees. But, it didn't seem to work on him. It is like he is a blank slate.
"Nothing." His voice sounded just as good as he looked.
"Fine, I'll take my services elsewhere." I said reaching out to open the door. About halfway out he grabs me by the back of my arm. "Look, you're waisting my time. If you don't want anything then let me leave."
"But on the contrary. I do need something." The man was a little older than me. But he is still fucking hot.
"And that would be what?"
"For you to come with me."
"Why? You look like you don't need my services."
"But, I do need a telepath of your quality." He smirked, as I got back into the car. "My name is Bradley Crawford."
"Schuldig." I began, "How did you know I was a telepath?" I asked astounded that he knew.
"I have similar powers. But, only I am precognitive."
"Pre--what-cha-ma-call-it?" I must have had a clueless look on my face. Because, I saw a ghost of a smile grace his beautiful lips.
"I have the power to see the future."
"Ohhh. Okay. Cool." I sank low into the seat as we neared the Mansion he called a house.
"Nothing to be ashamed of Schuldig. Come on we're here." Brad said opening the door to his side then walking around when I wouldn't leave his car, and opened my door. "Get out."
I shook my head 'no' and the scooted further into the seat.
"Why not?"
"Because it is warm, and I am not. Now, close that door!"
Finally, he gave up and went inside. But, a few minutes later he came back out with a big comfy looking blanket. He wrapped it around me, picked me up and carried me inside.
My first view of the house was absolutely something from my dreams.
"Mein Gott... If this is a dream don't wake me up!" I said snuggling into the warmth of Bradley Crawford.
"Don't worry, you'll be staying here for a long while." Brad said carrying me up the steps into a guest room.
"Why?"
"Because, now, you are a part of my team. Schwartz."
End
Warnings : nothing in particular
Summary : A part of my Schwartz saga, this one shows, how they got Schuldig.
Schwartz part 1
by: apocalipticoblivion
Wearing just about nothing and freezing my ass off at the same time, I leaned against a telephone poll.
I began to start scanning for any potential costomers, I saw that no one was coming. So, I pull out a cigarette and light up.
Just then a big, expensive car slows down infront of me. I jump in. But, something feels wrong... I can't hear his thoughts. 'He' is a good looking man. Slicked back black hair. Glasses that frame his face perfectly. He looks as though he could be a model. He was certainly rich enough. Armani suits, expensive cars, he probably had everything.
"So, what do you want done?" I ask in a sexy sedutive voice that could bring anyone to his or her knees. But, it didn't seem to work on him. It is like he is a blank slate.
"Nothing." His voice sounded just as good as he looked.
"Fine, I'll take my services elsewhere." I said reaching out to open the door. About halfway out he grabs me by the back of my arm. "Look, you're waisting my time. If you don't want anything then let me leave."
"But on the contrary. I do need something." The man was a little older than me. But he is still fucking hot.
"And that would be what?"
"For you to come with me."
"Why? You look like you don't need my services."
"But, I do need a telepath of your quality." He smirked, as I got back into the car. "My name is Bradley Crawford."
"Schuldig." I began, "How did you know I was a telepath?" I asked astounded that he knew.
"I have similar powers. But, only I am precognitive."
"Pre--what-cha-ma-call-it?" I must have had a clueless look on my face. Because, I saw a ghost of a smile grace his beautiful lips.
"I have the power to see the future."
"Ohhh. Okay. Cool." I sank low into the seat as we neared the Mansion he called a house.
"Nothing to be ashamed of Schuldig. Come on we're here." Brad said opening the door to his side then walking around when I wouldn't leave his car, and opened my door. "Get out."
I shook my head 'no' and the scooted further into the seat.
"Why not?"
"Because it is warm, and I am not. Now, close that door!"
Finally, he gave up and went inside. But, a few minutes later he came back out with a big comfy looking blanket. He wrapped it around me, picked me up and carried me inside.
My first view of the house was absolutely something from my dreams.
"Mein Gott... If this is a dream don't wake me up!" I said snuggling into the warmth of Bradley Crawford.
"Don't worry, you'll be staying here for a long while." Brad said carrying me up the steps into a guest room.
"Why?"
"Because, now, you are a part of my team. Schwartz."
End