fletcher charleston / edward blake (funnypapers) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-08-27 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | eli bryant, fletcher charleston, gemma ford, tawny strange |
Who: Fletcher Charleston, Gemma Davenport, Eli Bryant, & Tawny Strange.
What: Creepy Eli follows Fletcher. Busted Fletcher is armed.
When: Forward dated to Saturday night.
Where: Gemma's house, Los Angeles.
Warnings: Did you see the line up? Be warned.
The chaos in Gotham, thanks to two break outs, had been big news around the safe house. Everyone else thought it was a job well done. Fletcher did not. He had disappeared the next afternoon, heading across town to Gemma's place. He'd called, sure, but just because she said she was fine didn't mean a damn thing. He knew that she didn't want him to worry. Knowing that she was out there in the middle of some fictional city going at it with two people that even Eddie thought were mentally unstable didn't make him worry. It very nearly made him panic. Nobody would miss him for the majority of the day. After all, it was Saturday. For all they knew, he was out indulging in criminal bad habits, not sneaking around to see his lover. Bad habits had to look more likely to anyone who didn't actually know him.
As it turned out, she really was okay, not just lying for his sake. That didn't make him want to leave, though. In fact, he stayed a lot longer than he should have. After dinner, they went to bed together, only this time, he actually stuck around long enough to fall asleep. He knew that he should have left as soon as she was out. Every time he started to get up, though, he found some creative excuse for staying. Eddie spent a couple of minutes swearing at him, calling him complacent and nine kinds of idiot, but he didn't care. As soon as his head mate shut up for long enough, he was asleep. He'd come up with some story to spin in the morning.
He wasn't out for long, though. Fletcher slept the light sleep of the justifiably paranoid. The moment he thought he heard something downstairs, he was wide awake. It wasn't one of the menagerie of animals that Gemma kept around, either, unless one of them had learned to open a door. Slowly and quietly, he reached over and grabbed the gun that he refused not to carry (despite Gemma's pestering) from under his shirt on the nightstand, and stood up, going on a search for his pants. Once he was half dressed, he smoothed the blankets back, so that it wouldn't look like he'd just gotten up (and so it looked like Gemma was alone) and went to lurk in a dark corner by the door. By that point, he was almost certain someone was downstairs. He didn't wake Gemma, just in case he was wrong. At the very least, he definitely wasn't going to get taken by surprise.