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seriousficTitle: The Villain Of The Story
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,800
Author’s Note: Betaed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vagrantdream.
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis, Jonathan and Martha, Sean Kelvin
Last Part: Chapter 4
Next Part: Chapter 6
Summary: Chloe has a date. The only problem is, it’s not with Davis.
Talking with Chloe was strange now, a foreign language. Before they could talk for hours, launching volleys when the other paused for breath, debating everything from Star Wars to the Panama Canal. Now, knowing how Chloe felt, Davis’s words seemed to be floating in lead. He wanted to kiss her, well, not kiss her, but something, only it was like walking on Meteor Lake now that it had frozen over. He was never sure of his footing.
Just say it, you pussy, work out the details later. He opened his mouth just as Chloe opened hers. “You go first,” he said, grateful for the dodge.
“Sean Kelvin asked me out.”
They were in the cafeteria, lunches pooled between them, sitting on the table and looking out at the student body. Davis’s eyes automatically scanned for Sean, found him wolfing down steaming chili. Looked pale.
“Well, he seems like a real cool guy.”
“Yeah, I was going to turn him down, but what else do I have to do on a Saturday?”
“Yeah. And hey, free food.”
“Actually, I think we’re splitting the tab.”
“Well, have fun.”
“You too. When you…”
“Catch up on chores, I guess.”
“Cool. So, what’d you want to tell me?”
“I forget.”
***
Davis hammered another fencepost into the ground. Despite the October chill he was stripped to the waist, kept warm by his constant activity. In fact, he felt like he was boiling.
Jonathan Kent pulled into the driveway, surprised to find Davis still working outdoors. He’d been working since Jonathan had left for Metropolis, hours before. “You been inside any?”
“Nothing needs doing inside.”
“Son, we both know business hasn’t been booming lately, but working yourself into the hospital won’t do a lick of good. Get in the car, we’ll go see what your mother has for dinner.”
***
Davis stuffed a slice of steak into his mouth, wolfed it down in three snaps of his jaw, then swallowed a bite of baked potato whole. Five spoonfuls of casserole joined it, then a long pull off a thick mug of water.
“I’ll tell you to slow down before you choke yourself, but obviously that’s not a problem,” Martha said, staring in disbelief.
Davis didn’t hear her. He was disemboweling the pork chops.
“He’s a growing boy,” Jonathan said. “I went through the exact same thing at his age.”
“Maybe not the exact same thing,” Davis said, mouth full. He swallowed, wiped his jaw with a napkin. “I didn’t think I was hungry, but as soon as I saw all this food it was like I hadn’t eaten in months.”
“I’d take that as a compliment,” Jonathan told his wife.
“Davis, you know if anything seems… different or confusing to you, you can tell us.”
Davis helped himself to another steak. “Well, there is one thing.” He began to saw into the meat with great aggression. “Chloe and Sean Kelvin are going on a date.”
“Rose Greer told me about him, isn’t he the one who broke Tina’s heart after their double date with Lana and Whitney?”
“Yeah. She’s the smartest girl in school, so what does she see in that—“ Davis’s knife scraped the plate.
“Son, let me tell you a little story about when your mom and I were dancing around each other.”
“Aw, dad, not another platitude.”
“It’s not a platitude. It’s a story.”
“You notice he never tells fables?” Martha quipped.
“Or anecdotes,” Davis noted.
Jonathan cleared his throat and the youngest Kent popped more steak into his mouth, chin braced on his hand for the long haul.
“Now, Martha and I weren’t what you’d call official, but I considered us—“
“Unofficial,” Martha said.
“Then one day I see her chatting to this chowderhead…”
“He wasn’t a chowderhead, his name was Kyle Tippet and he was very sweet.”
“Do you want to tell the story? Well, they were laughing and brushing against each other and I tell you, I wanted to knock that fella’s block off for making time with my girl. But I didn’t!” He quickly assured Martha. “What I did do was realize how special your mother was and how I wasn’t the only guy that could see that. So the next day I went to her and said ‘Martha, you are going with me to the movies on Friday and that’s final!’”
“I recall there being flowers,” Martha said. “And poetry.”
“Rumors of poetry aside, do you see what I’m getting at here?”
“I think so.”
“This Kelvin kid, if he’s half the dog I hear he is, Chloe could get really hurt. You should tell her how you feel.”
“I don’t know how I feel…”
“Don’t you?”
He felt less when she wasn’t around. With her, he felt safe, sure, loved, happy. He wanted to keep her safe. He wanted to hold her and not let go.
“I think she’s working late at the Torch. I should check up on her. Tell her… something.” He got up, left the table.
Came back. “Can one of you drive me?”
***
Davis had never realized how creepy the school was after hours. Early dusk turned it into a sea of darkness with islands of light, scattered and distant. Even the janitors had left. Hearing only the echo of his own footsteps, he went to Chloe’s offices.
No comforting light. No reassuring stream of typing. He was about to call Chloe’s cell when he heard something softly crumple under his heel. He looked down. It was a rose petal. In the dark, they surrounded him like traps. Kelvin.
That son of a bitch! Davis felt feelings so irrational they seemed to make more sense than the rest of the world. Loss. Violation. Anger. Such anger. It was the purest emotion he’d ever felt, burning away all contradictions, making everything so simple.
He followed the trail, after Chloe, after Sean. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but his footfalls sounded like bombs dropping. Or maybe he could just hear them more clearly. It seemed to Davis that he’d never thought so clearly in his life.
Then he heard a scream, Chloe’s, and all he could see was red.
Davis broke into a run, his passage scattering rose petals like so much chaff. The world obligingly blurred at the edges. He thundered through the doors to the swimming pool and saw Chloe, one leg trapped in the frozen pool. Sean was walking across the ice. Deathly pale. Almost upon her. Both were still as statues.
If there were any room in Davis’s mind, he would have realized they weren’t moving slow, he was moving fast. But he was operating on an instinctual level now, and someone had threatened his mate. Someone was going to die.
Chloe felt a sudden breeze whip her hair around and when she turned, Kelvin was gone.
Davis slammed Kelvin through a set of double doors and crushed him into the school’s trophy case. Sean’s head smashed a picture of Jonathan Kent winning the state championship. Whatever speed Davis had briefly accessed, it was spent. The world spun forward.
He locked a hand around Sean’s throat and jerked him upward, raking his back on broken glass. “What were you doing to Chloe!?”
“Relax, Kent. I was just trying to get warm.” And like he’d stuck his hand in a freezer, Davis felt Sean’s icy pallor travel down his fingers, all the way to the wrist. His hand froze, the very warmth of its blood sucked into Kelvin. Davis pulled away, leaving a layer of skin behind. He saw his reflection in the ice that had become his hand. His eyes were glowing a hellish red.
Davis turned, horrified by what he’d seen, and his hand struck a row of lockers. It broke. Fragments tumbled through the air in brief constellations, rained down like hail. Davis folded over, stunned. His hand was gone. He’d never shake his father’s hand, never run it through Chloe’s hair. He was a freak.
Then, with that burst of rage, blood leapt from the stump. It coalesced around the bones that shot from his flesh like daggers, becoming veins, tendons, muscles, skin. Davis watched his new hand become a fist.
“I thought I was the only one…” Sean muttered.
Davis rose to his full height, flexing his hand in growing acceptance.
“Cool power. You’re like me, aren’t you? You have a hunger in you too, that’s how it works! I can see it in your eyes. You have to kill people, I have to stay warm. We’re the same. Hey, we should go to the Icecapades together!”
Davis turned on him. “Enough with the ice jokes.”
“Oh. So that’s the way it’s gonna be. You’re gonna pretend there’s a difference between us.”
Davis fished into his pocket. “There is a difference.” He raised his hand above his head and flicked the lighter on. “I’m still breathing.”
The flame hit the smoke alarm. The sprinklers came on. And Sean Kelvin felt his body instinctively pulling the meager warmth from the water, freezing it as soon as it touched his skin. He screamed as he was frozen solid.
Davis watched the statue blink. “You played a good game, Sean…” He tapped Sean’s eye. The iceman tilted backward, shattering on the ground like fine china. “Too bad you froze up in the last quarter.”
***
Davis was absorbed in pushing the melting remains of Sean Kelvin around with his toe when Chloe freed herself from the ice. She had grabbed a fire ax and gone after Davis while dialing 911. Chloe had just hung up when she found him.
“Davis?”
His back went rigid, ashamed. “Chloe.” He didn’t turn around. “You okay?”
“Dandy. Where’s Kelvin?”
“He… got away. Made this ice to slow me down. How weird is that?”
She threw her arms around him, yielding to his protection. “God! Arkin, Arnold, now Kelvin… how many of these freaks are out there?”
“I don’t know.” It felt wrong. She was treating him like some kind of hero. Couldn’t Chloe see what he’d done, what he was?
He held her and pretended he wasn’t surprised at how light she was, so soft and so warm. Then he felt something in him reacting to Chloe. She was no longer hugging him so much as pressing against him, then her hair brushed his cheek as her head turned. Davis’s stomach twisted at the same time his heart did double-time. Now? She had to feel this way now?
Uncertain, yearning, her lips moved toward his. He turned at the last moment, letting her kiss his cheek. Not now. Not here.
“Well,” she said, breaking away from him. “Looks like I’ve got a guardian angel.”
Davis heard only the ice cracking under her foot. “Something like that.”
Author’s notes: Chronologically, this chapter covers 1x04 X-Ray and 1x05 Cool.
Originally, there was a bit more of Davis’s shame after killing Sean and then getting comforted/comforting Chloe, but Vagrant pointed out that it wasn’t really working there, so I reworked into a more ambiguous, realistic decision. It feels a lot less clichéd to me now, how here he both wants to push Chloe away and at the same time needs her.
Also, even though Coach Arnold wasn’t accidentally killed in the course of fighting Clark (you know, the second guy Clark kinda manslaughtered there), canonically Chloe was investigating him and witnessed him using his powers. I figure he made an attempt at intimidating her before being captured by Clark, as seen in prior chapters.
So here we have Davis really starting to put his foot down on the accelerator, while Chloe finds herself more drawn to him, even as the chances of them connecting get slimmer. Ooh, shiny drama. And, obviously, there’s nothing better than TINY BLONDE PROTECT. I wanted to balance out Davis’s psychosis (for lack of a better word) with his human qualities, so he tells a joke and then is like “what the hell is wrong with me?” Just wait, Davis. You’ll find out. And how much do I love the fucked-upness of Chloe wanting to kiss Davis while she’s unknowingly standing on Sean’s corpse?
We also get a look at Davis’s bestial side, with it/him considering Chloe a mate (squee or squick, f-list, squee or squick?), and more of his powers. In Beast we saw Davis using superspeed, but that makes him a bit too powerful here, so I fanwanked that to Doomsday having short bursts of speed he can use to counter Clark’s superspeed.
Next time, more murder (as always!), Chloggle, and Clark meets Lois (!).
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,800
Author’s Note: Betaed by
vagrantdream.Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis, Jonathan and Martha, Sean Kelvin
Last Part: Chapter 4
Next Part: Chapter 6
Summary: Chloe has a date. The only problem is, it’s not with Davis.
Talking with Chloe was strange now, a foreign language. Before they could talk for hours, launching volleys when the other paused for breath, debating everything from Star Wars to the Panama Canal. Now, knowing how Chloe felt, Davis’s words seemed to be floating in lead. He wanted to kiss her, well, not kiss her, but something, only it was like walking on Meteor Lake now that it had frozen over. He was never sure of his footing.
Just say it, you pussy, work out the details later. He opened his mouth just as Chloe opened hers. “You go first,” he said, grateful for the dodge.
“Sean Kelvin asked me out.”
They were in the cafeteria, lunches pooled between them, sitting on the table and looking out at the student body. Davis’s eyes automatically scanned for Sean, found him wolfing down steaming chili. Looked pale.
“Well, he seems like a real cool guy.”
“Yeah, I was going to turn him down, but what else do I have to do on a Saturday?”
“Yeah. And hey, free food.”
“Actually, I think we’re splitting the tab.”
“Well, have fun.”
“You too. When you…”
“Catch up on chores, I guess.”
“Cool. So, what’d you want to tell me?”
“I forget.”
***
Davis hammered another fencepost into the ground. Despite the October chill he was stripped to the waist, kept warm by his constant activity. In fact, he felt like he was boiling.
Jonathan Kent pulled into the driveway, surprised to find Davis still working outdoors. He’d been working since Jonathan had left for Metropolis, hours before. “You been inside any?”
“Nothing needs doing inside.”
“Son, we both know business hasn’t been booming lately, but working yourself into the hospital won’t do a lick of good. Get in the car, we’ll go see what your mother has for dinner.”
***
Davis stuffed a slice of steak into his mouth, wolfed it down in three snaps of his jaw, then swallowed a bite of baked potato whole. Five spoonfuls of casserole joined it, then a long pull off a thick mug of water.
“I’ll tell you to slow down before you choke yourself, but obviously that’s not a problem,” Martha said, staring in disbelief.
Davis didn’t hear her. He was disemboweling the pork chops.
“He’s a growing boy,” Jonathan said. “I went through the exact same thing at his age.”
“Maybe not the exact same thing,” Davis said, mouth full. He swallowed, wiped his jaw with a napkin. “I didn’t think I was hungry, but as soon as I saw all this food it was like I hadn’t eaten in months.”
“I’d take that as a compliment,” Jonathan told his wife.
“Davis, you know if anything seems… different or confusing to you, you can tell us.”
Davis helped himself to another steak. “Well, there is one thing.” He began to saw into the meat with great aggression. “Chloe and Sean Kelvin are going on a date.”
“Rose Greer told me about him, isn’t he the one who broke Tina’s heart after their double date with Lana and Whitney?”
“Yeah. She’s the smartest girl in school, so what does she see in that—“ Davis’s knife scraped the plate.
“Son, let me tell you a little story about when your mom and I were dancing around each other.”
“Aw, dad, not another platitude.”
“It’s not a platitude. It’s a story.”
“You notice he never tells fables?” Martha quipped.
“Or anecdotes,” Davis noted.
Jonathan cleared his throat and the youngest Kent popped more steak into his mouth, chin braced on his hand for the long haul.
“Now, Martha and I weren’t what you’d call official, but I considered us—“
“Unofficial,” Martha said.
“Then one day I see her chatting to this chowderhead…”
“He wasn’t a chowderhead, his name was Kyle Tippet and he was very sweet.”
“Do you want to tell the story? Well, they were laughing and brushing against each other and I tell you, I wanted to knock that fella’s block off for making time with my girl. But I didn’t!” He quickly assured Martha. “What I did do was realize how special your mother was and how I wasn’t the only guy that could see that. So the next day I went to her and said ‘Martha, you are going with me to the movies on Friday and that’s final!’”
“I recall there being flowers,” Martha said. “And poetry.”
“Rumors of poetry aside, do you see what I’m getting at here?”
“I think so.”
“This Kelvin kid, if he’s half the dog I hear he is, Chloe could get really hurt. You should tell her how you feel.”
“I don’t know how I feel…”
“Don’t you?”
He felt less when she wasn’t around. With her, he felt safe, sure, loved, happy. He wanted to keep her safe. He wanted to hold her and not let go.
“I think she’s working late at the Torch. I should check up on her. Tell her… something.” He got up, left the table.
Came back. “Can one of you drive me?”
***
Davis had never realized how creepy the school was after hours. Early dusk turned it into a sea of darkness with islands of light, scattered and distant. Even the janitors had left. Hearing only the echo of his own footsteps, he went to Chloe’s offices.
No comforting light. No reassuring stream of typing. He was about to call Chloe’s cell when he heard something softly crumple under his heel. He looked down. It was a rose petal. In the dark, they surrounded him like traps. Kelvin.
That son of a bitch! Davis felt feelings so irrational they seemed to make more sense than the rest of the world. Loss. Violation. Anger. Such anger. It was the purest emotion he’d ever felt, burning away all contradictions, making everything so simple.
He followed the trail, after Chloe, after Sean. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but his footfalls sounded like bombs dropping. Or maybe he could just hear them more clearly. It seemed to Davis that he’d never thought so clearly in his life.
Then he heard a scream, Chloe’s, and all he could see was red.
Davis broke into a run, his passage scattering rose petals like so much chaff. The world obligingly blurred at the edges. He thundered through the doors to the swimming pool and saw Chloe, one leg trapped in the frozen pool. Sean was walking across the ice. Deathly pale. Almost upon her. Both were still as statues.
If there were any room in Davis’s mind, he would have realized they weren’t moving slow, he was moving fast. But he was operating on an instinctual level now, and someone had threatened his mate. Someone was going to die.
Chloe felt a sudden breeze whip her hair around and when she turned, Kelvin was gone.
Davis slammed Kelvin through a set of double doors and crushed him into the school’s trophy case. Sean’s head smashed a picture of Jonathan Kent winning the state championship. Whatever speed Davis had briefly accessed, it was spent. The world spun forward.
He locked a hand around Sean’s throat and jerked him upward, raking his back on broken glass. “What were you doing to Chloe!?”
“Relax, Kent. I was just trying to get warm.” And like he’d stuck his hand in a freezer, Davis felt Sean’s icy pallor travel down his fingers, all the way to the wrist. His hand froze, the very warmth of its blood sucked into Kelvin. Davis pulled away, leaving a layer of skin behind. He saw his reflection in the ice that had become his hand. His eyes were glowing a hellish red.
Davis turned, horrified by what he’d seen, and his hand struck a row of lockers. It broke. Fragments tumbled through the air in brief constellations, rained down like hail. Davis folded over, stunned. His hand was gone. He’d never shake his father’s hand, never run it through Chloe’s hair. He was a freak.
Then, with that burst of rage, blood leapt from the stump. It coalesced around the bones that shot from his flesh like daggers, becoming veins, tendons, muscles, skin. Davis watched his new hand become a fist.
“I thought I was the only one…” Sean muttered.
Davis rose to his full height, flexing his hand in growing acceptance.
“Cool power. You’re like me, aren’t you? You have a hunger in you too, that’s how it works! I can see it in your eyes. You have to kill people, I have to stay warm. We’re the same. Hey, we should go to the Icecapades together!”
Davis turned on him. “Enough with the ice jokes.”
“Oh. So that’s the way it’s gonna be. You’re gonna pretend there’s a difference between us.”
Davis fished into his pocket. “There is a difference.” He raised his hand above his head and flicked the lighter on. “I’m still breathing.”
The flame hit the smoke alarm. The sprinklers came on. And Sean Kelvin felt his body instinctively pulling the meager warmth from the water, freezing it as soon as it touched his skin. He screamed as he was frozen solid.
Davis watched the statue blink. “You played a good game, Sean…” He tapped Sean’s eye. The iceman tilted backward, shattering on the ground like fine china. “Too bad you froze up in the last quarter.”
***
Davis was absorbed in pushing the melting remains of Sean Kelvin around with his toe when Chloe freed herself from the ice. She had grabbed a fire ax and gone after Davis while dialing 911. Chloe had just hung up when she found him.
“Davis?”
His back went rigid, ashamed. “Chloe.” He didn’t turn around. “You okay?”
“Dandy. Where’s Kelvin?”
“He… got away. Made this ice to slow me down. How weird is that?”
She threw her arms around him, yielding to his protection. “God! Arkin, Arnold, now Kelvin… how many of these freaks are out there?”
“I don’t know.” It felt wrong. She was treating him like some kind of hero. Couldn’t Chloe see what he’d done, what he was?
He held her and pretended he wasn’t surprised at how light she was, so soft and so warm. Then he felt something in him reacting to Chloe. She was no longer hugging him so much as pressing against him, then her hair brushed his cheek as her head turned. Davis’s stomach twisted at the same time his heart did double-time. Now? She had to feel this way now?
Uncertain, yearning, her lips moved toward his. He turned at the last moment, letting her kiss his cheek. Not now. Not here.
“Well,” she said, breaking away from him. “Looks like I’ve got a guardian angel.”
Davis heard only the ice cracking under her foot. “Something like that.”
Author’s notes: Chronologically, this chapter covers 1x04 X-Ray and 1x05 Cool.
Originally, there was a bit more of Davis’s shame after killing Sean and then getting comforted/comforting Chloe, but Vagrant pointed out that it wasn’t really working there, so I reworked into a more ambiguous, realistic decision. It feels a lot less clichéd to me now, how here he both wants to push Chloe away and at the same time needs her.
Also, even though Coach Arnold wasn’t accidentally killed in the course of fighting Clark (you know, the second guy Clark kinda manslaughtered there), canonically Chloe was investigating him and witnessed him using his powers. I figure he made an attempt at intimidating her before being captured by Clark, as seen in prior chapters.
So here we have Davis really starting to put his foot down on the accelerator, while Chloe finds herself more drawn to him, even as the chances of them connecting get slimmer. Ooh, shiny drama. And, obviously, there’s nothing better than TINY BLONDE PROTECT. I wanted to balance out Davis’s psychosis (for lack of a better word) with his human qualities, so he tells a joke and then is like “what the hell is wrong with me?” Just wait, Davis. You’ll find out. And how much do I love the fucked-upness of Chloe wanting to kiss Davis while she’s unknowingly standing on Sean’s corpse?
We also get a look at Davis’s bestial side, with it/him considering Chloe a mate (squee or squick, f-list, squee or squick?), and more of his powers. In Beast we saw Davis using superspeed, but that makes him a bit too powerful here, so I fanwanked that to Doomsday having short bursts of speed he can use to counter Clark’s superspeed.
Next time, more murder (as always!), Chloggle, and Clark meets Lois (!).
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Date: 2009-07-14 06:59 pm (UTC)HOLY SHIT DAMN, ACTION SEQUENCES GO!
RAGE AND HANDS GROWING BACK AND SAVE TINY BLONDE AND MURDER AND INAPPROPRIATE WITTICISMS THAT MAKE ME THINK HE SHOULD STOP WATCHING
BUFFY AND CHLOE HAS DEAD GUY ON HER FEET AND ALJDASLHDFLHASDLHLSJLK!!
I am torn on the 'mate' thing, as I've OD'd on that idea via Wolverine fanfic (shutup), but I remember how appealing it was when I was younger. Davis is a hybrid of a bunch of different Kryptonian animals and such, right? In that case, it makes sense. He got all the badassery of those species, he probably got some other things, too.
I loved seeing more of Davis' powers, because Yay Superpowers! He's Kryptonian, but he's not like Clark, so I wonder how they'll reveal themselves as he grows older. I mean, aside from the murdering. :D
HILARITY WILL ENSUE WHEN CLARK MEETS LOIS, Y/Y? ♥
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Date: 2009-07-14 09:59 pm (UTC)Yeah, they were so well-cast and had great Kent-chemistry, they were just so ill-served by the storyline, having to hand out whatever whacked-out 'sage advice' was on top from the writers this week. "You need to let Lana go! Wait, no, I changed my mind, you should totally make a play for Lana!" Sigh...
HOLY SHIT DAMN, ACTION SEQUENCES GO!
THERE IS MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM IF YOU LIKE THAT SORT OF THING.
Davis is a hybrid of a bunch of different Kryptonian animals and such, right? In that case, it makes sense. He got all the badassery of those species, he probably got some other things, too.
Moreover, he's the ULTIMATE DESTROYER, so he's like the monster in some Kryptonian Sci-Fi Channel Original Movie. In some urban fantasy AU, he is totally a werewolf and Chloe is all "i can has lycanthropy! We can start our own pack, with blackjack, and hookers!"
HILARITY WILL ENSUE WHEN CLARK MEETS LOIS, Y/Y? ♥
YYYYYY!
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Date: 2009-07-14 08:35 pm (UTC)I'll go for Squee because it's Davis. He doesn't mean it in a squicky way. And I have to say you're making me feel like a really disturbed person, because Davis in here with his protect!Chloe rage, psycho-killer personality split, powers, and all the rage he doesn't understand? Hot. I guess that's what a good story does, make the reader face how disturbed they really are, and like it :)
Awesome. Very well done.
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Date: 2009-07-14 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-14 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-14 09:18 pm (UTC)someone had threatened his mate. Someone was going to die.
The verdict: squee x 1000.
I really liked that Chloe decided to go for it while they're standing on top of a melting dead guy. I mean, she didn't know, but it's still kind of hot in a shameful sort of way. It makes me wonder how many more people Davis will have to kill before making out with Chloe in that sort of situation stops horrifying him.
Dirtybadwrong *indeed*
Date: 2009-07-14 09:50 pm (UTC)If it were canon, I think he would take what he could get. Unfortunately, this is AU, so he's all picky :(.
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Date: 2009-07-14 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-14 09:54 pm (UTC)1. The universe hates Davis.
2. The universe hates it when Chloe gets laid.
Lucky for them, this is an AU...
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Date: 2009-07-14 09:51 pm (UTC)We also get a look at Davis’s bestial side, with it/him considering Chloe a mate (squee or squick, f-list, squee or squick?), and more of his powers.
I have to admit to my first reaction, which was, "Squick!" I think it's because I've read too many stories (fanfiction and pro) that treated the concept in a way I didn't care for. And I think you can depict a powerful pull between two characters without bringing the "mate" thing into it. But that's just me. My motto is, "It's your story and, if you like something, go for it." :)
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Date: 2009-07-14 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-15 02:03 am (UTC)oh davis, you silly silly idjit :)
waiting for more :)
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Date: 2009-07-15 03:17 am (UTC)anyway, I'd say MEGASQUEE on the whole mate thing. usually=giggles. not with Davis. AT ALL. *thoughts* but I think I already ranted endlessly when betaing.
Anyway, I love your authors notes. they're FUUNN.
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Date: 2009-07-15 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-17 07:38 pm (UTC)