Title: Awakenings
By: nancy
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Elliot/George
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, violence, mild incest factor, WiP?
Summary: Supernatural crossover. Elliot has a strange encounter with the supernatural.
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Scratching a hand through
longish brown hair, Sam replied, “A Kinddämon is
thought to have originated in Germany,
back in the second century B.C., in the Cimbri tribe.
It’s had different names over the centuries, but the stories remain the same. Demons who take the shape of children to lure their prey out into
the darkness. They feed on humans, maybe animals too, no one’s ever
actually asked one about their eating habits. Anyhow, they immobilize their
prey much like a snake does and then just…feed. Nothing is left save a husk
which dissipates into dust. And then it starts all over again.”
Elliot’s brain hurt at the
explanation, and yet, he couldn’t deny those yellow eyes or his immobility.
Nothing could have moved him. Nothing had, not even George, and his lover had
tried hard enough to leave bruises. He asked, “Why me?”
“Probably because you were at
the last crime scene,” Dean answered.
Elliot frowned. “Why not Liv? She was there too. Or any of the other techs.”
Sam and Dean exchanged a look
and Sam asked, “Do you have children, Detective?”
Fear slammed into his gut and
he demanded, “Are they okay? Will this thing go after them?”
Dean shook his head and replied,
“They’re safe. It’s dead now. Can’t say there aren’t more of the little
bastards hanging around somewhere, but it’s all good for now.”
Elliot let out a shaky breath
and looked over at where George sat at the kitchen table. He was very still,
hands folded perfectly together on the Formica. Walking over, he gripped his
lover’s shoulders, feeling them jump under his hands, and started massaging at
the knots of tension. For their guests, he asked, “What did you mean, this
isn’t over if the thing is dead?”
Shrugging, Dean countered, “You
think you’re just going to go back to your job after this?”
Elliot opened his mouth to say
of course he would and then had to close it again.
With a slow nod of sympathy,
Dean told him, “It happens that way for all of us. Well, usually an actual
death occurs and that’s how hunters start up, but I think you’re already a
hunter of sorts, aren’t you?”
“Hunter?” and for the first
time, George’s voice was sharp, almost angry. “Elliot is a detective. A police officer. He’s not some…vigilante!”
Elliot’s hands squeezed his
appreciation for the support.
Dean just shrugged again. “Semantics. Look. You can put your blinders back on or not,
whatever, no skin off our nose. But.
If you can’t, we’ll give you our cell for when you’ve got more questions.”
They left before the coffee had
even finished, but then, Elliot suddenly had the thought that maybe it hadn’t
been for them in the first place. He’d taken the paper from Sam and walked them
out of the apartment, watching them stand just a little too close to be just
friends.
Unfolding the paper, he found
hastily scrawled instructions as well as a phone number.
- use salt across
entryways and windows, it keeps out spirits and demons.
- find a rosary and
get it blessed, keep some holy water on hand, just in case.
- rocksalt in a
shotgun will disperse a ghost, but you have to find the corpse, salt and
burn it to destroy it
- holy ground really
is sacred. worst comes to worst, find a church
and hide out while you call us. We’ll always show up, but it might take a
while. Dean doesn’t fly.
It occurred to him then that he
hadn’t even asked for their last names.
I’ll hunt down info on them
tomorrow. There has to be something, somewhere, on them. Jesus, I’m wiped, he
thought fuzzily, walking back to where George still sat at the table.
Sitting in the chair beside his
lover, Elliot took the other man’s hand in his and kissed the back of it.
George’s head canted at him and
he asked softly, “What are you going to do?”
Elliot thought about it for a
long moment and then said, “Go back to sleep. Let’s pull out the sofa.”
Because there was no way he was
sleeping on that bed ever again. They would toss it the next day and he’d get
Father Reynolds to perform a blessing on the apartment directly after. He went
to find salt, knowing he wouldn’t sleep without at least some sense of
security.
As he poured the salt across
the windowsill, George looking on with a scowl, Elliot looked out at the
suddenly unfamiliar city and wondered what else was out there.
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