An Outing as Faze
May. 11th, 2009 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Desmond was not a happy camper, not even remotely. He was worried sick about Michael and/or Peter; it wasn't like the man to go so many days without contacting Des in some form, whether it was over the boards as Peter or a phone call or dropping by as Michael. The man, Adam, his words had only made Desmond more nervous, but he refused to believe that Michael had just packed up and left without telling Desmond something. He also refused to believe that Michael had played him, as his brother Jude had suggested.
So, that night, he found himself donning his black and blue costume, tugging on the gloves and affixing the mask on his face. The costume was made of a lightweight, flame resistant material that allowed him to move without binding him. He headed down the fire escape, uncovering his motorcycle from its hiding place behind a pile of conveniently arranged cardboard boxes. He straddled the bike, pulling on his helmet, and then cranked the engine and zoomed off into the night.
It was a relatively short trip to Michael's apartment and he parked the motorcycle around back. Then he used his phasing ability to slip into the building and headed up to Michael's apartment. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he phased through the door and entered the apartment, casting a glance around the living room before continuing through the rest of the apartment.
Everything seemed relatively normal, all of Michael’s clothes were still in the bedroom, neatly folded and put away in drawers, hanging in the closet. The bed was undisturbed, the sheets made. There was no sign that any clothes were missing, and on the top shelf of the closet was a suitcase. That made Faze frown. What kind of a person left on a trip without taking any clothes with them?
That uneasy feeling returned as Faze moved back into the kitchen and looked through the fridge. There was food still in there, perishable food that, judging by the expiration dates, had just been bought recently. There were even dirty dishes in the sink. Nothing looked as though it had been touched, and that bothered Faze.
It was as he was passing through the living room that something on the coffee table caught his eye. It was a familiar looking sketchbook, and he frowned as he moved over, one hand already tugging off the glove of his other. He reached down with his ungloved hand and picked up the sketchbook, closing his eyes and concentrating for a moment. He gasped, getting a vision of Peter (and it could only be Peter, dressed in the familiar blue sweats and white t-shirt that he so frequently saw him in) drawing in the sketchbook.
Faze opened his eyes and then took a deep breath, opening the sketchbook. His breath caught as he flipped through the pages. He smiled at the beach scenes and the random drawings of him getting out of the shower, drinking coffee, even just sitting on the couch. There were several of him in various stages of undress, and those made him blush under his mask.
He drew a heavy sigh and closed the sketchbook, placing it back on the coffee table where he’d found it. “I’m going to find you, Michael,” he said quietly, “and I promise, I’m going to save you.”
So, that night, he found himself donning his black and blue costume, tugging on the gloves and affixing the mask on his face. The costume was made of a lightweight, flame resistant material that allowed him to move without binding him. He headed down the fire escape, uncovering his motorcycle from its hiding place behind a pile of conveniently arranged cardboard boxes. He straddled the bike, pulling on his helmet, and then cranked the engine and zoomed off into the night.
It was a relatively short trip to Michael's apartment and he parked the motorcycle around back. Then he used his phasing ability to slip into the building and headed up to Michael's apartment. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he phased through the door and entered the apartment, casting a glance around the living room before continuing through the rest of the apartment.
Everything seemed relatively normal, all of Michael’s clothes were still in the bedroom, neatly folded and put away in drawers, hanging in the closet. The bed was undisturbed, the sheets made. There was no sign that any clothes were missing, and on the top shelf of the closet was a suitcase. That made Faze frown. What kind of a person left on a trip without taking any clothes with them?
That uneasy feeling returned as Faze moved back into the kitchen and looked through the fridge. There was food still in there, perishable food that, judging by the expiration dates, had just been bought recently. There were even dirty dishes in the sink. Nothing looked as though it had been touched, and that bothered Faze.
It was as he was passing through the living room that something on the coffee table caught his eye. It was a familiar looking sketchbook, and he frowned as he moved over, one hand already tugging off the glove of his other. He reached down with his ungloved hand and picked up the sketchbook, closing his eyes and concentrating for a moment. He gasped, getting a vision of Peter (and it could only be Peter, dressed in the familiar blue sweats and white t-shirt that he so frequently saw him in) drawing in the sketchbook.
Faze opened his eyes and then took a deep breath, opening the sketchbook. His breath caught as he flipped through the pages. He smiled at the beach scenes and the random drawings of him getting out of the shower, drinking coffee, even just sitting on the couch. There were several of him in various stages of undress, and those made him blush under his mask.
He drew a heavy sigh and closed the sketchbook, placing it back on the coffee table where he’d found it. “I’m going to find you, Michael,” he said quietly, “and I promise, I’m going to save you.”
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Date: 2009-05-12 12:11 am (UTC)And I saw that SWS with doll!Nathan, so now he knows a lot more, eh?
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Date: 2009-05-12 12:13 am (UTC)Yes, he does! GWAHAHAHA. He's going to break into the Dollhouse now. Somehow. OH DUH PHASING. He just has to figure out WHERE it is.
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Date: 2009-05-12 12:15 am (UTC)Peter: My hero.
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Date: 2009-05-12 01:54 am (UTC)Des: *puffs out his chest and looks all superheroey*