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alchemist_aliceTitle: B-Side: Overtime
Fandom: Blood Blockade Battlefront
Prompt: Day-in-the-life
Medium: Fic
Size: 1510 Words
Rating: T
Warnings: Cursing, Violence and Gore.
Summary/Preview: After the Thousand Regioka Brothers are either slain or subdued, the HLPD begins the lengthy clean-up left by Libra and their adversaries. Daniel knows he's in for some major overtime, but the fact that he has his brother's shoulder to lean on makes it a little less frustrating.
Notes: Follows the aftermath of the 'Run! Lunch!! Run!!!' arc.
Daniel bites into his cigarette so hard that it snaps in two.
Blood bathes the streets in front of Dianne's Diner, speckling nearby buildings and streetlamps in brilliant hues of red and black as the setting sun shimmers overhead. The corpses of the Thousand Regioka Brothers are scattered about the four-way with damaged vehicles and other victims trapped beneath the rubble. Crows and other carrion fowl squawk just above the grisly scene and faint screams can be heard as people and Beyondians alike try to escape the debris.
"Damn that Starphase," Daniel growls and spits the remainder of his cigarette onto the floor of his cruiser. "This was supposed to be a quick tank-and-spank kinda job."
"Uh, Danny?" crackles the voice of his brother over the walkie. "Have you...?"
"I'm already here, Marc," he rasps back at him, sighing afterwards. "I'm sending Vetta your way, so where are you located?"
Marcus, his twin brother and sole support system in this insane, fucked up cesspool of a city, delivers a quick response, "Other side of the street near Ray's Pizza and the Delicatessen."
Exiting the cruiser and slamming the door behind him, Daniel shoves his hands into his pockets and skulks around the scene with his eyes narrowed. His assistant follows closely behind him until he bids the officer join up with Marcus on the other side of the street. He fumbles with a crumpled pack of cigarettes in his left pocket before taking another out and his lighter along with it, lighting it and bringing it to his lips for a long drag. Smoke exhales from his nostrils as he continues surveying the damage until he eyeballs the bastards responsible.
"Where do you think you're going?" he shouts to the ragtag band of misfits, approaching them from behind. "You failed to keep your end of the bargain, Starphase, so how do you plan on compensating us?"
Beaten and bleary-eyed, Libra's second-in-command regards him with a groan, "We halted their advance; I don't recall any further objectives given during our rendezvous earlier this afternoon."
Daniel's eyebrow twitches. "This was supposed to be on the down low, but no, your associates can't even manage that much."
"Really, Lieutenant, we don't have time for this." Steven turns to him with his boss supported on his shoulder, leaning on him heavily. "My team did the best they could with what little time and resources we had. Right now, they need and ambulance and --"
"Already taken care of!" chimes in Marcus, running up to join his brother. "It'll be here any second."
Libra's head man, an enormous grizzly of a man named Klaus, regards both police officers with a frown and a bob of his head. "We do apologize for the mess, but Steven is right; we had no time to form a safer strategy and had to confront them immediately or risk having more of the city destroyed."
Daniel shudders and steam shoots out of his ears as he takes a jagged step forward, but before he can give them a proper 'what-for,' his brother is gently pulling him back.
"Easy, Danny," he tells him quietly, forcing a smile for his sake. "We'll fax the damages and police reports over to you sometime tomorrow. They'll need to be filed back within the week."
The wailing of an ambulance can be heard over the roar of flames and screams as it pulls up to the curb just a couple blocks away. Marcus offers to help the other members of Libra as they stumble towards it, but Steven politely turns him down. He feels eyes on the back of him and turns to his twin with a wobbly smile, anticipating the scalding lecture to come for interjecting like he did.
"Sorry," he says before Daniel has the chance to pounce on him, holding his hands up in surrender. "You're the Lieutenant and I'm just your Sergeant, I know, I was just trying to save you a migraine and some blood pressure issues down the road."
Sighing, Daniel's features soften just enough to put Marcus at ease and he reaches over to tousle his younger twin's hair. "Aw, hell. I can't stay angry with you for long, you know that."
Grinning in spite of their circumstances, Marcus pushes back against his touch and looks over his shoulder at the carnage surrounding them. A corner of his smile flops a bit as he turns back to his twin and thumbs over his shoulder. "Guess we're in for the long haul again, huh?"
"Take-out night," Daniel replies after another exhale of thick smoke. "We might not even get back to the apartment depending on the workload."
Marcus deflates a little at the thought. "I'll have Vetta and Carroll set up the cots, then..."
"Hey, hey," Daniel tuts and clenches his cigarette between his teeth to free up his other hand, taking either side of his brother's face in his hands and forcing him to look up at him. "We're in this together, slugger. There's no way I'm putting all of this off on you alone."
Recalling their former lieutenant, who used to make Daniel do all the grunt work like filing, paperwork, and general clean-up of scenes, Marcus knows how lucky he is to have a boss like Daniel. He laughs in spite of the task looming ahead, and puts his hands over his brother's.
"Best get started then."
Hours later, when Daniel and Marcus have returned to the station to file reports while the rest of their squadron finished processing the scene, the paperwork involving the incident daunts them at every turn. Not only were there a thousand criminals to process and mark off as deceased, Marcus thinks with a sigh, but each had to have their own report filed on them and he's just now completing his two-hundredth-and-eighty-seventh.
Daniel has a jump on him, as usual, with a stack of documents almost twice the thickness. It just goes to show why Daniel made Lieutenant in the first place, Marcus muses with an exhausted smile. He sets his paperwork aside a moment and offers, "I'm heading to the break room for an iced tea; do you want anything?"
Glancing up with his reading glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, Daniel shifts the stale cigarette between his teeth to speak, "Coffee, black."
Moments later, Marcus returns with their drinks in hand to find his twin nodding off as he tries to get through another report. Shaking his head, he sets the drinks down on his own desk and crosses the room to gently nudge his twin's shoulder and wake him. Smiling wryly, he asks, "Sure you need that coffee? You look like you're about ready to fall over."
"What?" Daniel repeats and blinks a few more times, forcing himself awake again. "No, it's fine. Give it here."
"Maybe you should take a quick nap," suggests Marcus, patting his shoulder. "If you overdo it again and get yourself sick then the whole department suffers for it. Not that you don't do more than your fair share around here as is, but..."
Daniel drops the pen in his hand and slurs, "But, what?"
"I know you hate being mothered," Marcus adds, "but I can't take seeing you this way."
"How else is all this shit gonna get done?" Daniel gestures to the papers scattered everywhere.
Marcus's expression suddenly turns stern. "Don't take a break for yourself if you can't, then, do it for me."
Daniel's shoulders slump and he feels the onset of defeat with the force of a building coming down on him as he stares up at his twin, maternal, pleading, and demanding all at the same time. He sees their mother and remembers the promise he made on her hospital bed as she lay gasping for air because of an enlarged tumor.
"Do you realize how much you look and sound like ma sometimes?" he asks, completely out of the blue as he struggles to his feet and gingerly touches Marcus's face. "I'll let you have your way this once, but you have to wake me in two hours."
"Three," Marcus chirps with a grin, "and we have a deal."
"Funny, I promised that I'd be the one caring for you and yet..." Daniel murmurs as he staggers over to the cot in the corner of his office. "Guess being maternal and nurturing is your thing, huh?"
Laughing, Marcus sits down at his desk again and resumes his own paperwork. "You always were like pop, serious and protective to a fault."
Daniel laughs at himself.
"It's not a bad thing, though," Marcus adds, smiling softly. "It makes you a great leader and everyone at the precinct looks up to you because of it. Why, the HLPD is lucky to..." A whirring sound reaches his ears and he looks up to espy a glimpse of his brother sound asleep across the room. He carefully stands and walks over to pull the blanket over him, ruffling his hair some as he whispers, "We're all lucky to have you."
Fandom: Blood Blockade Battlefront
Prompt: Day-in-the-life
Medium: Fic
Size: 1510 Words
Rating: T
Warnings: Cursing, Violence and Gore.
Summary/Preview: After the Thousand Regioka Brothers are either slain or subdued, the HLPD begins the lengthy clean-up left by Libra and their adversaries. Daniel knows he's in for some major overtime, but the fact that he has his brother's shoulder to lean on makes it a little less frustrating.
Notes: Follows the aftermath of the 'Run! Lunch!! Run!!!' arc.
Daniel bites into his cigarette so hard that it snaps in two.
Blood bathes the streets in front of Dianne's Diner, speckling nearby buildings and streetlamps in brilliant hues of red and black as the setting sun shimmers overhead. The corpses of the Thousand Regioka Brothers are scattered about the four-way with damaged vehicles and other victims trapped beneath the rubble. Crows and other carrion fowl squawk just above the grisly scene and faint screams can be heard as people and Beyondians alike try to escape the debris.
"Damn that Starphase," Daniel growls and spits the remainder of his cigarette onto the floor of his cruiser. "This was supposed to be a quick tank-and-spank kinda job."
"Uh, Danny?" crackles the voice of his brother over the walkie. "Have you...?"
"I'm already here, Marc," he rasps back at him, sighing afterwards. "I'm sending Vetta your way, so where are you located?"
Marcus, his twin brother and sole support system in this insane, fucked up cesspool of a city, delivers a quick response, "Other side of the street near Ray's Pizza and the Delicatessen."
Exiting the cruiser and slamming the door behind him, Daniel shoves his hands into his pockets and skulks around the scene with his eyes narrowed. His assistant follows closely behind him until he bids the officer join up with Marcus on the other side of the street. He fumbles with a crumpled pack of cigarettes in his left pocket before taking another out and his lighter along with it, lighting it and bringing it to his lips for a long drag. Smoke exhales from his nostrils as he continues surveying the damage until he eyeballs the bastards responsible.
"Where do you think you're going?" he shouts to the ragtag band of misfits, approaching them from behind. "You failed to keep your end of the bargain, Starphase, so how do you plan on compensating us?"
Beaten and bleary-eyed, Libra's second-in-command regards him with a groan, "We halted their advance; I don't recall any further objectives given during our rendezvous earlier this afternoon."
Daniel's eyebrow twitches. "This was supposed to be on the down low, but no, your associates can't even manage that much."
"Really, Lieutenant, we don't have time for this." Steven turns to him with his boss supported on his shoulder, leaning on him heavily. "My team did the best they could with what little time and resources we had. Right now, they need and ambulance and --"
"Already taken care of!" chimes in Marcus, running up to join his brother. "It'll be here any second."
Libra's head man, an enormous grizzly of a man named Klaus, regards both police officers with a frown and a bob of his head. "We do apologize for the mess, but Steven is right; we had no time to form a safer strategy and had to confront them immediately or risk having more of the city destroyed."
Daniel shudders and steam shoots out of his ears as he takes a jagged step forward, but before he can give them a proper 'what-for,' his brother is gently pulling him back.
"Easy, Danny," he tells him quietly, forcing a smile for his sake. "We'll fax the damages and police reports over to you sometime tomorrow. They'll need to be filed back within the week."
The wailing of an ambulance can be heard over the roar of flames and screams as it pulls up to the curb just a couple blocks away. Marcus offers to help the other members of Libra as they stumble towards it, but Steven politely turns him down. He feels eyes on the back of him and turns to his twin with a wobbly smile, anticipating the scalding lecture to come for interjecting like he did.
"Sorry," he says before Daniel has the chance to pounce on him, holding his hands up in surrender. "You're the Lieutenant and I'm just your Sergeant, I know, I was just trying to save you a migraine and some blood pressure issues down the road."
Sighing, Daniel's features soften just enough to put Marcus at ease and he reaches over to tousle his younger twin's hair. "Aw, hell. I can't stay angry with you for long, you know that."
Grinning in spite of their circumstances, Marcus pushes back against his touch and looks over his shoulder at the carnage surrounding them. A corner of his smile flops a bit as he turns back to his twin and thumbs over his shoulder. "Guess we're in for the long haul again, huh?"
"Take-out night," Daniel replies after another exhale of thick smoke. "We might not even get back to the apartment depending on the workload."
Marcus deflates a little at the thought. "I'll have Vetta and Carroll set up the cots, then..."
"Hey, hey," Daniel tuts and clenches his cigarette between his teeth to free up his other hand, taking either side of his brother's face in his hands and forcing him to look up at him. "We're in this together, slugger. There's no way I'm putting all of this off on you alone."
Recalling their former lieutenant, who used to make Daniel do all the grunt work like filing, paperwork, and general clean-up of scenes, Marcus knows how lucky he is to have a boss like Daniel. He laughs in spite of the task looming ahead, and puts his hands over his brother's.
"Best get started then."
Hours later, when Daniel and Marcus have returned to the station to file reports while the rest of their squadron finished processing the scene, the paperwork involving the incident daunts them at every turn. Not only were there a thousand criminals to process and mark off as deceased, Marcus thinks with a sigh, but each had to have their own report filed on them and he's just now completing his two-hundredth-and-eighty-seventh.
Daniel has a jump on him, as usual, with a stack of documents almost twice the thickness. It just goes to show why Daniel made Lieutenant in the first place, Marcus muses with an exhausted smile. He sets his paperwork aside a moment and offers, "I'm heading to the break room for an iced tea; do you want anything?"
Glancing up with his reading glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, Daniel shifts the stale cigarette between his teeth to speak, "Coffee, black."
Moments later, Marcus returns with their drinks in hand to find his twin nodding off as he tries to get through another report. Shaking his head, he sets the drinks down on his own desk and crosses the room to gently nudge his twin's shoulder and wake him. Smiling wryly, he asks, "Sure you need that coffee? You look like you're about ready to fall over."
"What?" Daniel repeats and blinks a few more times, forcing himself awake again. "No, it's fine. Give it here."
"Maybe you should take a quick nap," suggests Marcus, patting his shoulder. "If you overdo it again and get yourself sick then the whole department suffers for it. Not that you don't do more than your fair share around here as is, but..."
Daniel drops the pen in his hand and slurs, "But, what?"
"I know you hate being mothered," Marcus adds, "but I can't take seeing you this way."
"How else is all this shit gonna get done?" Daniel gestures to the papers scattered everywhere.
Marcus's expression suddenly turns stern. "Don't take a break for yourself if you can't, then, do it for me."
Daniel's shoulders slump and he feels the onset of defeat with the force of a building coming down on him as he stares up at his twin, maternal, pleading, and demanding all at the same time. He sees their mother and remembers the promise he made on her hospital bed as she lay gasping for air because of an enlarged tumor.
"Do you realize how much you look and sound like ma sometimes?" he asks, completely out of the blue as he struggles to his feet and gingerly touches Marcus's face. "I'll let you have your way this once, but you have to wake me in two hours."
"Three," Marcus chirps with a grin, "and we have a deal."
"Funny, I promised that I'd be the one caring for you and yet..." Daniel murmurs as he staggers over to the cot in the corner of his office. "Guess being maternal and nurturing is your thing, huh?"
Laughing, Marcus sits down at his desk again and resumes his own paperwork. "You always were like pop, serious and protective to a fault."
Daniel laughs at himself.
"It's not a bad thing, though," Marcus adds, smiling softly. "It makes you a great leader and everyone at the precinct looks up to you because of it. Why, the HLPD is lucky to..." A whirring sound reaches his ears and he looks up to espy a glimpse of his brother sound asleep across the room. He carefully stands and walks over to pull the blanket over him, ruffling his hair some as he whispers, "We're all lucky to have you."
