The Shadow Chronicles - Crack Fic AHOY

The Shadow Chronicles - Crack Fic AHOY

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Crack Fic AHOY

[Jun. 2nd, 2008|02:23 am]

[	Tags	\|	benighted, crack crossover, fate/stay night, spf	]
[	music	\|	"High Hopes" Sammy Hagar	]

This is based off of yukie's crack Benighted, SPF and Fate/Stay Night crossover and private RP we're doing. So, yar. Check here:http://yukie1013.livejournal.com/962426.html#cutid1 and here: http://yukie1013.livejournal.com/973985.html?style=mine#cutid1 for more info on the story so far.

"You need to keep a better hold upon your Servant."

Archer didn't need his Reinforced eyesight to catch the slight tremor running through that sharp line of jaw bone, nor to catch the tick in one night dark blue eye. Quinn Frost clinched his hands into fists before shoving them into his pocket. He looked up at Archer, curling his lip a little to show a bit of tiny fang, which was pathetic considering all he'd faced in his relatively short life and his sentence after death.

Quinn's reply was atypical for him: "Fuck you."

It was all to easy to smirk and replied, "I doubt I'm your type, you like mother figures."

"Better than liking school girls in thigh-highs and mini-skirts, but at least I got to have mine," Quinn shot back with a tiny smirk.

Archer tensed slightly at that before returning Quinn's smirk and replying, "Oh, really then?"

"We all know that Rin's a virgin, asshole. You can smell it on her," Quinn said as his smirk turned into a full out leer, "Can also smell how much she wants you, yet Fallen Hero Archer's not going to make a move . . ."

Archer glared as his own jaw began to tense. He had a full mental image of him tracing his beloved swords and taking the shorter man's head. However, that would prove a problem because that would upset Forest, and Upsetting Forest Was Never A Good Thing. He'd only known the woman for a short amount of time, even though Saber didn't agree with her methods, she had a grudging respect for her.

That, and Gilgamesh, the mighty king of heroes, was utterly terrified of the leggy blonde vampire with the penchant for guns.

And said leggy blonde vampire had said heroic spirit's scowling, sociopathic dhampire Master wrapped unknowingly around her itchy trigger finger.

In all honesty, Archer should have been having this conversation with Forest, but it was unneeded. However, something about Quinn Frost made him uneasy. Perhaps because he shared that same bitterness and disenchantment with Quinn not too long ago. Perhaps because he knew exactly where Quinn was coming from.

Except Quinn's intentions weren't as pure as his had been Once Upon A Time.

And from what little he heard from Saber, her Master -Vicky- (the little bird girl who begged him adorably for tea), and a few shrugged off notions from Forest herself, he wasn't going to trust Quinn Frost as far as he could throw him. He knew that Quinn and Forest had a Thing for a while, but Forest broke it off. Or at least that was what he got off Amy, Forest's surrogate daughter who reminded him slightly of Ilya.

After that comment about Rin, the gloves were off.

Sure, he couldn't kill the trigger happy halfbreed, but he could get under his skin.

"Well, it's better to abstain than to throw myself at someone who honestly doesn't want me," Archer sneered with a leer, "Or maybe you were just ill equipped to handle her. There's some reason she didn't want you."

"Fuck you," Quinn snapped, "Fuck you and go back to the Special Hell that you came from Emiya Shirou."

Archer glared and hissed, "Where did you hear that name?"

Quinn smirked and tapped Archer's forehead with one finger. His white skin was startlingly pale against Archer's unnatural bronze. "Whispers in your mind, memories that aren't fucking memories but records. Records of the same basic event that went three separate ways. An empty shell of a boy clinging to something because he was hollow within," Quinn said, his blue eyes losing their normal predatory focus before meeting Archer's own again.

Quinn smiled as he said, "The road to Hell's paved with good intentions, isn't it, Shirou?" Then he chuckled softly to himself as he turned to leave. Archer stared at the slim line of his body until he was gone. He stood there until he felt a slim, cool hand rest on his shoulder.

"Getting into an argument with a slight telepath who's also clairvoyant is never a good idea," that husky, lilting female voice with it's lyrical Celtic accent said in his ear as he turned to look at Forest.

Archer snorted, "At least I know and give you permission to poke in my head."

"Well, it's to sort out those records, but . . . if you have a problem with the Dynamically Stupid Duo, come to me," she said as she folded her arms under her breasts.

Archer rolled his eyes and retorted, "Quinn's Gilgamesh's Master, not you."

"And Quinn's my responsibility, so that means Beavis is too," Forest replied with a grin, "Which makes Quinn Butt-Head."

Archer snorted, "No wonder Saber can't understand a damn thing you say, everything's a damn pop-culture reference out of your mouth."

"Hey, I can't help it, it's fun," Forest replied with a grin and a shrug, "So, you tell Rin you love her yet, or are you two still battling your emotional constipation?"

Archer stared at her and drawled, "You're entirely too forward."

"I'm a Celtic Barbarian, I can get away with it," Forest bit back with a toss of long blonde hair, "But you'd better say something soon, second chances like this don't happen . . . Ever."

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