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16 June 2009 @ 09:39 pm
060 Welcome to the Club  
I've just realised I misposted! Sorry. This should go immediately before the one I posted a little while ago.

Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true.
Word Count: 423 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.

060 Welcome to the Club

“Where are we?” Nick asked, looking around.

“The good side of town.” Xander was very carefully not looking around, eyes fixed on their path. “Necrolai cleared it out when the Darkness rose. Everyone’s gone.”

“Gone where?”

“Who knows. Here.” He turned in through one of the gates, digging into his pocket for the keys he hadn’t let go of yet.

“Where are we?” Nick asked again, a different tone in his voice now. Xander didn’t answer, unlocking the door—odd how he didn’t remember locking it, the last time he’d been here—and stepping inside.

“This is your house,” Nick murmured. “Why are you living at the school, then?”

Xander hooked a photo off the wall, tossing it to him, and headed for the kitchen. Nick followed him, studying the picture.

“You don’t know where they are?” he asked, running light fingers over the images of a man and woman, laughing with a young girl.

“They weren’t here when I came home that day,” Xander said shortly. “Come on. We need to take everything we can carry.”

Nick nodded, laying the picture aside and taking the backpack Xander offered him. “I’m sorry,” he offered.

“They’re fine,” Xander told him, piling tins into his bag. “They’re just…I just don’t know where they are. But they’re fine.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure they’re fine.” Nick hefted the backpack. “Is there more?”

“Yeah.” Xander gestured to one of the doors. “Out there.”

Nick nodded, heading out to the garage to gather up everything he could find.

When he came back into the kitchen Xander had gathered several extra blankets, sweaters and two jackets. “You and Clare need something better than that leather thing you’re sharing,” he said, tossing the jackets to Nick.

“Thanks, man.” Nick pulled them on, one over the other. “Is there anything else you want?”

“Think we could carry the house?”

“Might have trouble hiding it.”

“Yeah, I guess. No, that’s everything. Come on.”

Nick shifted the backpack, adjusting the straps. “Look, I’ve been following along pretty good, and I sympathise, man, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, you and Clare are in. Welcome to the club. Now come on, we’ve got to get this back to the school. Everywhere’s going to be looted now.”

Outside he locked the door and posted the keys back through the letterbox. “Think that’ll keep anyone out?” Nick asked.

“It’ll keep me out. I’m not going back in there until my parents and sister are with me.”

“Fair enough.” Nick clapped a hand on his shoulder, turning away. “Let’s go.”
angel_negra on December 6th, 2009 08:32 pm (UTC)
Ouch, just ouch
Poor Xander. I just want to give him a hug. Especially with that little detail of him not remembering that he locked the door. It conveys a lot in terms of the shock he must have been in. (Or, alternately, it hints that his instincts about his family being alive are right. Either way, nicely done.)

I love how you've nicely captured Nick and Xander's vibe here. They really get one another and you handle it so smoothly here.
Acting my shoe sizewild_force71 on December 6th, 2009 08:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Ouch, just ouch
The thing I was worried about here was that Nick is not the leader, and Xander has a second, so there isn't much of a place for him to go. I wanted to make sure and keep him on the outside just a little bit longer.
angel_negra on December 6th, 2009 08:45 pm (UTC)
Re: Ouch, just ouch
*nods* I think you're doing a good job of it.