The Tomorrow People
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bedlamsbard...aka the crack!fic superhero AU.
Mac finally let Danny leave when he brought up his lunch date with Aiden for the fifth time, insisting that if he didn't show, she'd definitely know something was up and that wasn't a particularly good thing for a tabloid reporter to have in mind. Not that Danny didn't already know he and the lab were under suspicion for something, but Mac didn't know that and he planned to keep it that way until they could go public.
When he got to the mall, he found Aiden sitting in the food court, sipping a mocha and marking notes in a black plastic binder filled with old newspaper clippings. Danny twisted around over her shoulder to look at them.
"The Angel, huh?" he said, and watched her flinch minutely. "Scare ya, did I?"
"Nope," Aiden said, capping the red pen. "Never do, pal. Whatta you got for me?"
"Nothin'," Danny said warily, sitting down across from her. "Just thought I wouldn't go standin' you up, you might go and make the lab a fool of itself in all the papers."
"Well, ain't you lucky," Aiden said. She glanced at her watch. "You're a minute early. Surprises me too. Danny Messer, you mean to tell me you came out here with absolutely nothing? I got a deadline to meet, pal, and I even brought a camera along." She patted Chad on the shoulder, and her pet photographer glanced briefly up from his chow mein before making an inarticulate noise before returning to his meal.
"Actually," Danny said, "I gotta question for you, steada the other way around."
Aiden arched an eyebrow. "Shoot," she said, looking faintly intrigued. "I'll decide whether I wanna answer it or not."
Danny pulled out his notepad and thumbed through it. "The Angel," he said. "Your last article, you said you'd gotten a few tips about who the guy could be. You never mentioned that before, and I've read every article you ever wrote on him. Who turned on him?"
Aiden considered this for a moment, and Chad glanced up, chopsticks caught between the plastic plate and his mouth. "The Herald's gotten a couple tips," she said. "Not a lot, but a few. Mostly anonymous, but you ended up with the kinda guy that swears he saw Angel takin' off his mask and puttin' his streetclothes on over his costume. 'Course, that brings up the question of how the guy can hide those wings -- there's gotta be no way at all he can fold em, and New York's gonna notice a guy with twenty-foot white wings wanderin' around the Bronx."
Danny shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "Could be they just sorta -- I dunno, morph out of his body, like. Ya' know?"
She shook her head. "Nope. 'Course, I'm not the one who hauls in the freaks on a daily basis, so I ain't witness to the weirdness you dicks over at the MHIU see."
"What, like the Human Goldfish? Still haven't figured that guy out, an' he's been locked up at Salamis for the better part of a year now." Danny leaned back. "Actually, what I was wonderin' about was who exactly these guys were sayin' the Angel was. If you'd be so kind as to cooperate with the police, that is."
Aiden frowned, then leaned down and pulled a thick notebook overflowing with dog-eared pages out of her purse. She flipped through. "You know I wouldn't do this for anyone but you, right, Messer?" she said. "Not Stella, not Mac, and definitely not Maka or Vicaro."
"Wouldn't dream of asking you otherwise, Danny said, grinning. He pulled the cap of his pen off with his teeth.
"The first name I got's a guy name of Gavin Moran. Ex-NYPD, used to be a sergeant in the Bronx before he mustered out a couple years before he hit his twenty for unknown reasons. He still lives in the Bronx, shares an apartment with some kid named Donald Flack, Junior. Who, coincidentally, is another one of the names that just keeps comin' and comin'. Our boy Flack's blue blood through and through, only he never went into the NYPD. Cited 'reasons of health' an' I can't find shit on the subject. No one knows much about the guy -- he works a shift as a bouncer down at the Croc's Landing in the Bronx, keeps his mouth shut, doesn't go out much. Another name that popped up once was a Zack Shannon. The one time I tried sticking my nose into his business, the Feds warned me off so fast I thought my head was spinning. He's government territory, not city, and they won't let me anywhere near him." She flipped her notebook closed. "That help, Danny? If you get a story outta this, you know it's mine."
"Know it and remember it," he promised. "Come on, Aid, would I leave you outta something like this?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Well, if it didn't threaten my job."
"Yes." She leaned over and snagged one of Chad's fortune cookies. "Yes, you definitely would, my Dannyboy. Come on, you got anything for me?"
Danny tugged the fortune out of her hands. "'A tall dark stranger will make his way into your life,'" he read. "My, Aid, ya not telling me something?"
"He damn well better be a source," Aiden said. She tossed it aside, snagged the other fortune cookie. Chad made a protesting sound with his mouth full of lo mein. "C'mon, Aid..."
"You can have the cookie," she said, breaking it into more or less equal halves. "'Duck,'" she read out loud.
"Huh?"
The world exploded around them.
Feedback?
Mac finally let Danny leave when he brought up his lunch date with Aiden for the fifth time, insisting that if he didn't show, she'd definitely know something was up and that wasn't a particularly good thing for a tabloid reporter to have in mind. Not that Danny didn't already know he and the lab were under suspicion for something, but Mac didn't know that and he planned to keep it that way until they could go public.
When he got to the mall, he found Aiden sitting in the food court, sipping a mocha and marking notes in a black plastic binder filled with old newspaper clippings. Danny twisted around over her shoulder to look at them.
"The Angel, huh?" he said, and watched her flinch minutely. "Scare ya, did I?"
"Nope," Aiden said, capping the red pen. "Never do, pal. Whatta you got for me?"
"Nothin'," Danny said warily, sitting down across from her. "Just thought I wouldn't go standin' you up, you might go and make the lab a fool of itself in all the papers."
"Well, ain't you lucky," Aiden said. She glanced at her watch. "You're a minute early. Surprises me too. Danny Messer, you mean to tell me you came out here with absolutely nothing? I got a deadline to meet, pal, and I even brought a camera along." She patted Chad on the shoulder, and her pet photographer glanced briefly up from his chow mein before making an inarticulate noise before returning to his meal.
"Actually," Danny said, "I gotta question for you, steada the other way around."
Aiden arched an eyebrow. "Shoot," she said, looking faintly intrigued. "I'll decide whether I wanna answer it or not."
Danny pulled out his notepad and thumbed through it. "The Angel," he said. "Your last article, you said you'd gotten a few tips about who the guy could be. You never mentioned that before, and I've read every article you ever wrote on him. Who turned on him?"
Aiden considered this for a moment, and Chad glanced up, chopsticks caught between the plastic plate and his mouth. "The Herald's gotten a couple tips," she said. "Not a lot, but a few. Mostly anonymous, but you ended up with the kinda guy that swears he saw Angel takin' off his mask and puttin' his streetclothes on over his costume. 'Course, that brings up the question of how the guy can hide those wings -- there's gotta be no way at all he can fold em, and New York's gonna notice a guy with twenty-foot white wings wanderin' around the Bronx."
Danny shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "Could be they just sorta -- I dunno, morph out of his body, like. Ya' know?"
She shook her head. "Nope. 'Course, I'm not the one who hauls in the freaks on a daily basis, so I ain't witness to the weirdness you dicks over at the MHIU see."
"What, like the Human Goldfish? Still haven't figured that guy out, an' he's been locked up at Salamis for the better part of a year now." Danny leaned back. "Actually, what I was wonderin' about was who exactly these guys were sayin' the Angel was. If you'd be so kind as to cooperate with the police, that is."
Aiden frowned, then leaned down and pulled a thick notebook overflowing with dog-eared pages out of her purse. She flipped through. "You know I wouldn't do this for anyone but you, right, Messer?" she said. "Not Stella, not Mac, and definitely not Maka or Vicaro."
"Wouldn't dream of asking you otherwise, Danny said, grinning. He pulled the cap of his pen off with his teeth.
"The first name I got's a guy name of Gavin Moran. Ex-NYPD, used to be a sergeant in the Bronx before he mustered out a couple years before he hit his twenty for unknown reasons. He still lives in the Bronx, shares an apartment with some kid named Donald Flack, Junior. Who, coincidentally, is another one of the names that just keeps comin' and comin'. Our boy Flack's blue blood through and through, only he never went into the NYPD. Cited 'reasons of health' an' I can't find shit on the subject. No one knows much about the guy -- he works a shift as a bouncer down at the Croc's Landing in the Bronx, keeps his mouth shut, doesn't go out much. Another name that popped up once was a Zack Shannon. The one time I tried sticking my nose into his business, the Feds warned me off so fast I thought my head was spinning. He's government territory, not city, and they won't let me anywhere near him." She flipped her notebook closed. "That help, Danny? If you get a story outta this, you know it's mine."
"Know it and remember it," he promised. "Come on, Aid, would I leave you outta something like this?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Well, if it didn't threaten my job."
"Yes." She leaned over and snagged one of Chad's fortune cookies. "Yes, you definitely would, my Dannyboy. Come on, you got anything for me?"
Danny tugged the fortune out of her hands. "'A tall dark stranger will make his way into your life,'" he read. "My, Aid, ya not telling me something?"
"He damn well better be a source," Aiden said. She tossed it aside, snagged the other fortune cookie. Chad made a protesting sound with his mouth full of lo mein. "C'mon, Aid..."
"You can have the cookie," she said, breaking it into more or less equal halves. "'Duck,'" she read out loud.
"Huh?"
The world exploded around them.
Feedback?
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Date: 2005-10-06 12:21 am (UTC)I love the banter between Danny and Aiden, which is patently *them* while, at the same time, being shifted just ever so slightly so as to fit into this AU. I also like the little clues and hints they have about who the Angel is, and how you can see how *some* of the pieces are in place, but not all.
Also, the cliffhanger ending, with the warning in the fortune cookie right before the Big Bad Thing hits? *Classic* comic book stuff. I heart it muchly.
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Date: 2005-10-07 04:56 am (UTC)*purr* I try, I try.
...it gets better.
I love the banter between Danny and Aiden, which is patently *them* while, at the same time, being shifted just ever so slightly so as to fit into this AU. I also like the little clues and hints they have about who the Angel is, and how you can see how *some* of the pieces are in place, but not all.
I'm glad that worked. I was worried it wouldn't, that I was going a little too over the top, but...hey, it's them, but it's not them. It's Tomorrow People them (which I didn't actually know was a movie, so...*facepalm*...it was the name of the first Ultimate x-Men TPB). Ah, the Angel. *grin* He will be making an appearance.
Also, the cliffhanger ending, with the warning in the fortune cookie right before the Big Bad Thing hits? *Classic* comic book stuff. I heart it muchly.
I couldn't help myself.