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Push and Pull 7
Title: Vicious Grips
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Previous: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Constantine&filter=all
Author's Notes: Short, and again no ass kicking. However there is a reconcilliation in the planning! Coming soon!
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like a cool shower!
Summary: The occult just keeps reeling Chas back in, and look his cabs free.
Chas thumped his head on the wall next to the pay phone. It seemed like the land of the supernatural just kept dragging him back in.
Kicking and screaming of course, but the nasty occult word had this vicious grip on his ankles.
It had started off innocently enough, Chas had been scouting out cheap lodgings and had stumbled across a rather leery youth hostel that turned out to be haunted by a rather mild phantasm. Chas had not known this at the time and had accepted the cheap room with good cheer, a bouncy smile on his face and his L.A. senses totally not picking up on the owner’s uneasiness. That night when he had settled down to sleep it had started out as a scratching on the walls, which Chas ignored used to strange sounds in the night; he lived with *John* above a *Bowling Alley* for Pete’s sake! Still when the wailing started to invade his dreams he got pissy, pissy enough to get up and draw a simple ward on his door to keep the ghost out. The next day he had greeted the owner with a cheery smile and a wave as he bounced out the door on his way to his job.
When he returned Chas had brought with him holy water and a spell book, by midnight the ghost was gone.
Needless to say, the owner was extra nice to him. And John said he’d be no help in an exorcism.
Still everywhere Chas went ghosts, apparitions, noisy half-breeds, magical ailments, etc. etc. etc. kept popping up! And that was ignoring the appearance of Balthazar whenever Chas stepped away by himself for a few minutes.
When he went to buy coffee while on the Graveyard shift.
At the club his work buddies had dragged him too and then deserted him for hot babes.
And especially whenever Chas went to the library.
Bastard.
Still Chas could handle that, in fact he was getting along with his life fairly well all things considered. The reason he was banging his brains out beside a payphone however was because of one man. John Constantine. Sure Chas had forgiven him, had taken into account the drunkenness, and the rivalry between demon and demon-hunter, had thought about how he had wanted what John had given him (just not like that) and how John had obviously had long buried feelings, had thought about how the bastard Balthazar had manipulated them.
Still; rape was rape and Chas could forgive but he would not readily forget.
One of the other drivers though had a niece who had apparently been acting like an extra from ‘The Exorcist’ lately and none of the priests had been able to handle it. Chas, upon overhearing, had told him that he knew just the person to call. Unfortunately somehow *Chas* had been tricked into being the one to make the call.
Bastards, the lot of them.
Picking up the phone Chas dropped in the change needed to make the call and dialed John’s number with increasing dread. Somehow this was going to bite him in the ass. The phone rang and then a husky voice answer. “Constantine.”
“Hey! John! It’s Chas. Listen, one of the guys at the companies got a possessed niece on his hands. Can you get rid of the demon?” Then he and John hammered out the details, since the guy had told him he was willing to pay anything and Chas knew that he couldn’t afford what John Constantine counted as ‘everything’ so he negotiated a fair price and set up a time and a place for the exorcism.
“So, I guess I need a ride then.” Constantine said, casually enough but Chas winced. He knew that John wanted to talk and Chas wanted to talk too, wanted to get back that friendly banter… er, or not-so-friendly banter as it was. Was Chas ready though? Thinking about how his life was going, his self-sufficiency and strides in self confidence Chas took a deep breath and a nod. Definitely ready.
“Huh, and wadda ya know, my cabs free.”
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Previous: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Constantine&filter=all
Author's Notes: Short, and again no ass kicking. However there is a reconcilliation in the planning! Coming soon!
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like a cool shower!
Summary: The occult just keeps reeling Chas back in, and look his cabs free.
Chas thumped his head on the wall next to the pay phone. It seemed like the land of the supernatural just kept dragging him back in.
Kicking and screaming of course, but the nasty occult word had this vicious grip on his ankles.
It had started off innocently enough, Chas had been scouting out cheap lodgings and had stumbled across a rather leery youth hostel that turned out to be haunted by a rather mild phantasm. Chas had not known this at the time and had accepted the cheap room with good cheer, a bouncy smile on his face and his L.A. senses totally not picking up on the owner’s uneasiness. That night when he had settled down to sleep it had started out as a scratching on the walls, which Chas ignored used to strange sounds in the night; he lived with *John* above a *Bowling Alley* for Pete’s sake! Still when the wailing started to invade his dreams he got pissy, pissy enough to get up and draw a simple ward on his door to keep the ghost out. The next day he had greeted the owner with a cheery smile and a wave as he bounced out the door on his way to his job.
When he returned Chas had brought with him holy water and a spell book, by midnight the ghost was gone.
Needless to say, the owner was extra nice to him. And John said he’d be no help in an exorcism.
Still everywhere Chas went ghosts, apparitions, noisy half-breeds, magical ailments, etc. etc. etc. kept popping up! And that was ignoring the appearance of Balthazar whenever Chas stepped away by himself for a few minutes.
When he went to buy coffee while on the Graveyard shift.
At the club his work buddies had dragged him too and then deserted him for hot babes.
And especially whenever Chas went to the library.
Bastard.
Still Chas could handle that, in fact he was getting along with his life fairly well all things considered. The reason he was banging his brains out beside a payphone however was because of one man. John Constantine. Sure Chas had forgiven him, had taken into account the drunkenness, and the rivalry between demon and demon-hunter, had thought about how he had wanted what John had given him (just not like that) and how John had obviously had long buried feelings, had thought about how the bastard Balthazar had manipulated them.
Still; rape was rape and Chas could forgive but he would not readily forget.
One of the other drivers though had a niece who had apparently been acting like an extra from ‘The Exorcist’ lately and none of the priests had been able to handle it. Chas, upon overhearing, had told him that he knew just the person to call. Unfortunately somehow *Chas* had been tricked into being the one to make the call.
Bastards, the lot of them.
Picking up the phone Chas dropped in the change needed to make the call and dialed John’s number with increasing dread. Somehow this was going to bite him in the ass. The phone rang and then a husky voice answer. “Constantine.”
“Hey! John! It’s Chas. Listen, one of the guys at the companies got a possessed niece on his hands. Can you get rid of the demon?” Then he and John hammered out the details, since the guy had told him he was willing to pay anything and Chas knew that he couldn’t afford what John Constantine counted as ‘everything’ so he negotiated a fair price and set up a time and a place for the exorcism.
“So, I guess I need a ride then.” Constantine said, casually enough but Chas winced. He knew that John wanted to talk and Chas wanted to talk too, wanted to get back that friendly banter… er, or not-so-friendly banter as it was. Was Chas ready though? Thinking about how his life was going, his self-sufficiency and strides in self confidence Chas took a deep breath and a nod. Definitely ready.
“Huh, and wadda ya know, my cabs free.”