Title: Fate Really Was a Bitch
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will. They are owned by a variety of executives, producers, studios, and writers that have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. No making any money, and promise to return them.
Summary: Speed returns to Miami for a hunt.
Genre: Slash
Author's Note: I blame a certain assistant who knows who they are *glares* for this bunny. This is not necessarily a crossover with Supernatural but does play in its world. And the way Bob works the Boys at one point will show up.
Beta: Lynn (Janet)
Challenge/Prompt:
Fanfic 100 - Timothy Speedle/Eric Delko (#19 - Black)
Crossover 100 - SPN/CSI:Miami (#30 - Death)
Word Count: 1137

~*~

Speed waited in the dark living room. This place had once been his home, he had actually been happy for once in his life. He had a good job that helped people. He had friends, family and a man he truly loved. Then his past came back to haunt him. He snorted slightly. Ironic choice of words, if he did say so himself.

He was supposed to be going on vacation with Eric. Just the two of them, to celebrate a year of being together. He should have known it was too good to last. Should have known that Fate was a mean bitch and would just drag his ass back into the world he had run from. He swore one day though he would hunt that little bitch down and put a bullet in her head, after he borrowed the Colt from the Winchesters.

His thoughts went back to that day over three years ago. The flickering lights and static on the radio were his only warning before she stood in front of him. Speed snarled at her as he grabbed for his weapon.

"Really Timothy, you think that tiny gun is going to hurt me?" she grinned her eyes flashing black.

"At least it'll hurt," he replied.

"Yeah but then you'll be killing some poor young college kid who doesn't understand what's going on." She even had the audacity to try and give him sad puppy eyes.

"I take it that you won't stand still long enough for me to perform an exorcism?"

"No." The demon shook her head.

"What the hell do you want?!" He demanded.

"Nothing much, I just like screwing with you." She grinned and moved closer to him. "And I miss you, Speedy. You disappeared, ran off for a normal life. You and Sam Winchester should hook up and have a grand bitch session."

"Is there a reason behind this reunion, or just some rant about how I'm not trying to hunt you down and send you back to hell and it's hurting your ego?" Speed rolled his eyes.

"I liked it when you focused your life on me." She ran a hand down his chest. "You're so hot when you're in hunter mode."

"Honey, that sexy little pout isn't going to cut it." Tim pushed her hand off him.

"Yeah, next body, I need to find some young hot stud so you can fuck me." She grinned. "Or I can fuck you."

"I'm seriously rethinking shooting you," he snarled.

"Fine," the demon smirked heading for the door. "I do suggest you leave town soon though."

"Why?" He knew she was up to something.

"Because my dear Speed, haven't you seen the news?" She grabbed the remote and turned on the news. "You were just killed in the line of duty." She crossed her hands in front of her and gave him a mock glare. "You really should learn to clean your gun."

Timothy stared at the TV. A shooting at a jewelry store, he shook his head, confused. He was on vacation.... He turned and glared at her. "You bitch!"

"Now Timothy is that any way to treat a lady?" The demon clicked off the TV. "Welcome home, baby."

~*~

He had to leave his life behind. All of it. He couldn't expose them to what lay in the darkness. So instead he gone back underground and started hunting again. Before he knew it three years had gone by and he found himself once again in Miami. In the place he had called home. He had stared at the yellow Ducati sitting quietly in the garage; Eric hadn't got rid of it. His books were still in the bookshelves, a few clothes in the closet; it was almost as if he hadn't left. All he ever wanted was to just have a normal life, but it seemed that hunters don't get normal. But the bitch had gone too far.

"Speed?" Eric stepped into the house shocked to see his dead lover. "What the hell?"

"Eric." He turned and smiled at the man he loved.

He shook his head. "No this isn't real. It's that whole memory synapse thing."

"I'm not a hallucination," Speed stepped up to him, a sad smile on his face. "It's really me."

"I..." Eric shook his head. "No… I can't..."

Speed snaked a hand behind the taller man's neck and pulled him close, taking his mouth into a soft, sweet kiss. Eric pulled back with a happy smile on his face. "This isn't a dream?"

"No..." Tim smiled kissing him once again. "I'm sorry Eric."

The young man looked at him confused, and then stepped away when Speed began to recite in Latin. He tried to move but found himself stuck. He looked up to see a Devil's Trap on the ceiling. Eric turned back towards his former lover, eyes black. "I admit Speedy... I do like this body much better."

Speed ignored her as he continued to recite the exorcism.

"You know if I leave he dies," she spat out. "Really, you think someone could actually survive a bullet wound to the head, let alone be dead for ten minutes, and go back to work less than a month later?"

He closed his eyes and ignored her.

"I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed him..." She began to scream in agony. Eric's mouth opened, as black smoke lifted up into the air and went up in a ball of fire.

Speed knelt down next to his lover, kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry Eric." He closed his eyes, and made the sign of the cross. "May you finally rest in peace." He gave him one final kiss and stood up. He made sure he left no evidence behind, a benefit of the years working as a CSI. Timothy Speedle stepped out the backdoor and headed down the alley towards his car.

He came to a sudden halt and stared.

Fate really was a bitch. And she really needed to die.

"Speed." Horatio looked over at the younger man. "Care to explain what the hell is going on?"