The Dark Side of Ian
Prompt: #294, Kid
Summary: Being with Charlie hasn't banished Ian's dark side, only redirected it.
Notes: There's a teeny-tiny, almost sort of White Collar reference in here - far too small to be called a crossover. Kudos if it jumps out at you.
Warnings: Implied violence and death.
Fowler laughed, turning slowly to face the spot he knew Agent Edgerton would - likely - be waiting. "We know you've gone soft, Edgerton!" he yelled, looking for the glint of a scope, or even a simple shadow out of place.
"Is that so?" a quiet, dangerously calm voice inquired from a few feet to his left.
Fowler fought hard, and succeeded in not choking as he froze, desperately wanting to see Edgerton. "You never get this close, never." he muttered, mind racing.
"I wanted you to see me." Ian snarled, calm broken.
Fowler spun just as Ian brought up the gun to meet him. It wasn't a rifle, just a standard-issue sidearm. "Kid gloves are off. You hurt my family." Ian told him coldly, and Fowler had just enough time to take in half a ragged breath before the world went red.
Ian snorted, looking down at the sluggishly-bleeding form of the dirty agent.
The pair of inept guards who had failed to even notice him slipping by responded slowly to the gunshot, and Ian, impatient to return to the hospital, knocked them out hurriedly.
Less than half an hour later, Ian had returned to Charlie's side, holding his too-pale hand.
~Fin~