Title: Unfound
Fandom: Dresden Files, 24
Characters: Harry Dresden, Jack Bauer
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Notes: Written for the
LJ Comm Cossoverland. One of the fandoms had to be a book fandom.
Locating things. Finding people. Even the simplest job could go bad-- kneeling-at-gunpoint-in-a-dark-ally bad.
"Who are you?" The gunman's voice was soft and low, deadly as his weapon.
"Harry Dresden," I skipped 'wizard' but added, "Private Investigator."
"What do you want with me?"
"I was hired to find you."
He scoffed. "You found me." He moved closer, poised and ready, my dislocated shoulder proof he didn't need the gun to be dangerous. He dropped to a crouch, his face even with mine. "Now what?" Our eyes met.
Soldier. Killer. Violent, ruthless, deadly. Honorable, righteous, loyal. A fierce burning passion for justice. A desire not to hurt warring with a readiness to do so. Pain. Loneliness. Fear. He blinked, breaking the connection and fighting to process his side of the soul-gaze. I hoped whatever he'd seen made me trustworthy.
I stayed still, spoke softly. "Now? I say I can't find you."
"Huh." He half-smiled and stood, putting away his pistol. "Sorry about your arm." In two steps he blended into the darkness.
I gathered my staff and hauled myself to my feet, nursing my arm the best I could. I'd return the advance, quit the job.
Some things were better left unfound.