Fic: The Unexplainable (CSI:NY, AU, FRT)
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kathierif_ficTitle: The Unexplainable
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT
Fandom: CSI:NY
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10_what_ifs, Supernatural, prompt #9: Unexplainable
Summary: They were dealing with the unexplainable every day.
Author's Notes (optional): blaming…uh…pedagogics for being so boring, supernatural for being fun, and Ginny and Dee for being them and great and vunderbar *hugs*
Disclaimer: the characters in this fic are not mine.
They were dealing with the Unexplainable every day, Mac Taylor, demon hunter extraordinaire, thought randomly while his eyes tried to take in what he was seeing right in front of him.
He’d seen things most people couldn’t believe, wouldn’t believe, and were absolutely happy never to find out about. He had seen the unexplainable – demons, monsters, voodoo priests, zombies – there were things between heaven and earth even he would be happy not to know anything about.
However, this beat them all, even the one time he had to exorcise a demon from a screaming five year olds guinea pig.
“What the…” he muttered and coughed uncomfortably. “What happened here?”
His three kids – all of them adopted strays, all of them talented demon hunters, all of them people he trusted, people he knew would have his back in any given situation – looked at each other and then at him. Three pairs of wide, liquid, very innocent eyes were suddenly focused on him.
Mac refused to back down.
“What do you mean?” Danny finally asked, as the silence started to become uncomfortable.
Mac snorted. “You know what I mean. Talk.”
“Mac, seriously.” Lindsay was the next to break the silence. “We didn’t do anything.”
“The whole apartment is a mess,” Mac said quietly. His eyes narrowed as he looked around demonstratively, taking in the upturned furniture, the weapons strewn over the floor, and the chalk marks. “And you three want to tell me that nothing happened?”
“Well, no.” Don shrugged carefully and pressed the icepack he was holding against his forehead again. “Technically, she just said that we didn’t do anything.”
“Don,” Mac growled. “You have twenty seconds to explain what happened here.”
“Okay, okay.” Soothingly, Danny held up both his hands. Mac noticed absent-mindedly that the sleeve of his shirt was blood-strained. “You’d probably better sit down for this.”
“I would,” Mac answered, without missing a beat and without breaking eye contact. “But someone – or something? – turned all my furniture upside down. And broke it, it seems.”
“Mac, we’re sorry,” Lindsay sighed. “It was an accident. We didn’t mean to leave such a mess.”
The other two nodded, and Mac echoed Lindsay’s sigh. “Okay. Who is responsible for this?”
“A demon,” Danny explained, in a rush, and, without looking directly at Mac, he began straightening the furniture with a quick thought. “Came through the wall.”
“Through the wall?” Mac repeated unbelievingly. “How?”
“It…” Lindsay bit her lip nervously, a habit she’d picked up right after Mac had picked her up and brought her home. “It wreaked havoc in the kitchen, and when we tried cornering it, it escaped.”
“It escaped? What kind of demon was it?” Mac asked, suddenly concerned.
“A common kind,” Don said quickly and shrugged. “Don’t worry, Mac, we got it.”
Suspiciously Mac narrowed his eyes. He’d found all three of them and had trained them himself. He knew that they were able to hunt and kill a demon. However, letting one escape and then catching it in the next room was more than unlikely, considering that they all looked relatively unharmed. There were no scorch marks on the floor and the walls, there was no splattered blood, in short, there was nothing that would indicate the presence of a demon, besides the chaos that could, just as well, having been caused by one or all of them looking for something.
There were chalk marks on the floor, he had noticed them almost immediately, but they didn’t form any form of pentagram or protective circle that Mac would recognize, and he knew most of them.
“What kind of demon?” he asked again. They were, after all, people who dealt with the unexplainable every day. They should be able to explain to him what kind of demon did this kind of damage and didn’t kill them, which definitely fitted the unexplainable – category.
Danny sighed. “It was a particular dangerous specimen…of the species…rattus norvegicus.”
Mac blinked.
“A rat?” he finally croaked. “Three grown up demon hunters are unable to catch a rat?”
They nodded, and Mac shook his head.
He had been right. There were things between heaven and earth that could not be explained – and they were dealing with the Unexplainable every day…
The end.
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT
Fandom: CSI:NY
Theme set/prompt:
10_what_ifs, Supernatural, prompt #9: UnexplainableSummary: They were dealing with the unexplainable every day.
Author's Notes (optional): blaming…uh…pedagogics for being so boring, supernatural for being fun, and Ginny and Dee for being them and great and vunderbar *hugs*
Disclaimer: the characters in this fic are not mine.
They were dealing with the Unexplainable every day, Mac Taylor, demon hunter extraordinaire, thought randomly while his eyes tried to take in what he was seeing right in front of him.
He’d seen things most people couldn’t believe, wouldn’t believe, and were absolutely happy never to find out about. He had seen the unexplainable – demons, monsters, voodoo priests, zombies – there were things between heaven and earth even he would be happy not to know anything about.
However, this beat them all, even the one time he had to exorcise a demon from a screaming five year olds guinea pig.
“What the…” he muttered and coughed uncomfortably. “What happened here?”
His three kids – all of them adopted strays, all of them talented demon hunters, all of them people he trusted, people he knew would have his back in any given situation – looked at each other and then at him. Three pairs of wide, liquid, very innocent eyes were suddenly focused on him.
Mac refused to back down.
“What do you mean?” Danny finally asked, as the silence started to become uncomfortable.
Mac snorted. “You know what I mean. Talk.”
“Mac, seriously.” Lindsay was the next to break the silence. “We didn’t do anything.”
“The whole apartment is a mess,” Mac said quietly. His eyes narrowed as he looked around demonstratively, taking in the upturned furniture, the weapons strewn over the floor, and the chalk marks. “And you three want to tell me that nothing happened?”
“Well, no.” Don shrugged carefully and pressed the icepack he was holding against his forehead again. “Technically, she just said that we didn’t do anything.”
“Don,” Mac growled. “You have twenty seconds to explain what happened here.”
“Okay, okay.” Soothingly, Danny held up both his hands. Mac noticed absent-mindedly that the sleeve of his shirt was blood-strained. “You’d probably better sit down for this.”
“I would,” Mac answered, without missing a beat and without breaking eye contact. “But someone – or something? – turned all my furniture upside down. And broke it, it seems.”
“Mac, we’re sorry,” Lindsay sighed. “It was an accident. We didn’t mean to leave such a mess.”
The other two nodded, and Mac echoed Lindsay’s sigh. “Okay. Who is responsible for this?”
“A demon,” Danny explained, in a rush, and, without looking directly at Mac, he began straightening the furniture with a quick thought. “Came through the wall.”
“Through the wall?” Mac repeated unbelievingly. “How?”
“It…” Lindsay bit her lip nervously, a habit she’d picked up right after Mac had picked her up and brought her home. “It wreaked havoc in the kitchen, and when we tried cornering it, it escaped.”
“It escaped? What kind of demon was it?” Mac asked, suddenly concerned.
“A common kind,” Don said quickly and shrugged. “Don’t worry, Mac, we got it.”
Suspiciously Mac narrowed his eyes. He’d found all three of them and had trained them himself. He knew that they were able to hunt and kill a demon. However, letting one escape and then catching it in the next room was more than unlikely, considering that they all looked relatively unharmed. There were no scorch marks on the floor and the walls, there was no splattered blood, in short, there was nothing that would indicate the presence of a demon, besides the chaos that could, just as well, having been caused by one or all of them looking for something.
There were chalk marks on the floor, he had noticed them almost immediately, but they didn’t form any form of pentagram or protective circle that Mac would recognize, and he knew most of them.
“What kind of demon?” he asked again. They were, after all, people who dealt with the unexplainable every day. They should be able to explain to him what kind of demon did this kind of damage and didn’t kill them, which definitely fitted the unexplainable – category.
Danny sighed. “It was a particular dangerous specimen…of the species…rattus norvegicus.”
Mac blinked.
“A rat?” he finally croaked. “Three grown up demon hunters are unable to catch a rat?”
They nodded, and Mac shook his head.
He had been right. There were things between heaven and earth that could not be explained – and they were dealing with the Unexplainable every day…
The end.