What to do with you

Just to be sure: the epilogue picks up here, so if you get lost, scoot back and read them together.

Otherwise, thank you raya, I'm very happy that you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope you enjoy the ending as well.


Last Chapter


“Did a bad thing Brad. More importantly, did a stupid thing, leaving us alive with your knife in our backs.” Slow steps brought the shorter brunette to lean over the desk. “I can't believe you were that stupid. Or did you think I would vanish, disappear and never come back? Should have known better.”

Farfarello made a small movement behind him and Schuldig pulled back, patting Brad on the cheek. “They're coming for you, you'll never leave here.”

Full lips twitched before a full laugh slipped out, head back, hands on slender hips. “Bradley! That was so tacky and cliché of you! And, at the risk of imitating, of course we will. You don't honestly think there's anyone alive, do you?” A sly smile. “At least anyone who'll care enough to come rescue you.”

An expressive flourish of a delicate hand and Nagi stepped forward, grinding his teeth as he struggled not to move. “And darling Nagi. I really did think you'd grown up, gotten over all that hate. Oh well.” He leaned down to rub noses mockingly. “At least you don't have to be my toy now, right?” His voice lowered to a teasing whisper. “Farfie gets jealous you see.”

Shifting behind him had the telepath straightening up and peeking over his shoulder, grinning widely. “Alright, alright, here you go. One little Nagsy just for you.” Fear flashed in the dark blue eyes and Schuldig clamped down on the surge of power, holding him firmly as the blond slid up beside him, a sharp needle slipping through the dark jacket and into the delicate skin at the inside of the youngest's elbow. A cry was muffled as burning traveled from the small prick, up his arm and through his chest, leaving him immobile.

“Not as fun when you're not giving the drugs, is it?” A wet lick from the pointed chin to the curve of a small ear where chuckles moved the long hair. Silver flashed and long pieces floated to the ground, fluttering like miniature wings as the young man moaned.

“Farfie, don't take too long, ok? We have a plane to catch. One that will actually take off this time.” The telepath grinned at Crawford, who glared back. With a giggle, the younger brunet wandered through the sharp mind, exploring the places he'd never been able to get into before. Boring, boring, boring, all plans and details, nothing very interesting really. What a disappointment. Oh, there was an interesting place; visions.

They were scattered, bits and pieces fitting together, some moved around to try and match with other visions, some all alone to be puzzled out later. And there were the ones about him, all tucked in a folder, right beside Farfarello's; he chortled over those for a moment, making certain Brad heard him over Nagi's cries. *Wonder why you didn't see us coming, huh?* He pulled away and sat on the desk, legs kicking idly. “Well, there is the fact that we're technically dead, so even if you did see us, it would have been pushed away as flashbacks. I hear precogs are prone to those, is it true?”

Nothing but a glare and he continued, shrugging lightly. “Of course, there's also the little rumor that precogs can't actually See their own death. Some babble about fate and messing with destiny. Strange, isn't it? The one time you would most want to meddle isn't available for you to See.” The dark head turned abruptly. “Whoops, Far, move. Leeway is all great and wonderful, but I doubt they'll let us go if they catch us here, don't you think?”

A light thud of his feet hitting the floor and Schuldig brushed his coat back into perfect order. Nagi lay, bleeding heavily but still crying on the floor, Farfarello cleaning his knife on his dark coat. Hate blazed on the youngest of the team's face but he was helpless under the tears and drugs, able only to sob breathlessly into the carpet.

“They'll find you. Hunt you down.” Crawford glared, unable to move except his lips, rage in his eyes.

Giggling from the shorter brunet as he leaned down and offered a hand up to his blond partner. “Bradley, darling, you are not the only Judas, and you stepped on many people on the way up.” They both turned to grin at him, matched and opposite book ends; one all sleek dark perfection, tidy hair and neat clothes, the other light, blood spattered, the word barbarian rolling across the tongue as a descriptor.

“Leave no witnesses, Crawford. It's bad policy.” Farfarello's smooth voice wound through the room, silencing the boy on the floor. The blond stalked the few steps to lean over the desk, nose touching Brad's, those freaky eyes staring straight into the deep blue. A flick of the blade and Brad didn't even feel it cut, just the sudden pressure on his chest as his lungs fought for air; soft choking as the heavy chest seized and chapped lips claimed his, helping themselves to the last gust of oxygen so desperately needed.

It was over in seconds, heavy head falling forward, large body completely relaxed. Silent tears streamed down Nagi's face, a soft sniffle as his body rolled over, leaving him flat on his back. Schuldig leaned over him, bent to look him in the eyes. “Hey, Nags, one last thing. He really did love you, his own son, but he'd have sold you too if we weren't enough.”

Nagi's sobs were louder now, hopeless, injured, his last bit of faith dragged out from under him. “Schu, let's go. I can hear them.” Farfarello was staring at the door, listening to the steady march of feet up the stairs.

“Alright, alright, go ahead, I guess I'm done.” The same process of elimination was used on the young man, taking longer this time as his talent tried to inflate his lungs just one more time, that little extra bit. Schuldig leaned on the wall and watched, cool eyes intent.

The small door behind the desk opened and the telepath turned to look one more time at the still bodies, a bit of inescapable regret slinking through his mind. Farfarello's hand pulled at his and they ran, racing through the back corridors to slip out the back and through the gate they'd cleared beforehand.

Dawn was just peeking over the horizon, soft light brightening the blond hair further, giving it a red tinge while the deep black glowed with purplish highlights. They slowed to a walk, turning their jackets inside out to hide any stains, sauntering along as if just coming home from night out.

“Was that really necessary?” Farfarello had to admit, that had been a bit cruel, even for them; Nagi had only ever had Brad.

Schuldig strolled along, fingers tangled in his partner's. “Aw, come on. The look on that little shit's face when I said Crawford was his dad was worth it.” The pale hand in his twitched. “No, he's not. I was just teasing. But it was fun, right?” The tiny pang in his chest was stomped down; the past was gone and no matter how happy they'd been, or seemed to be, they weren't anymore.

“Yeah. Home?” Farfarello felt surprisingly calm, pleased with the evening's work and relaxed, his lover and partner at his side and no one at their backs; life didn't get any better, really.

The faint smile on the former redhead's lips tilted further as he squeezed the hand in his; he felt relaxed, no extra thoughts swirling, only his and Far's, their lives safe for the first time in nearly a decade. Life didn't get any better. “Sure.”









And there we go, all done! Finally, I can move on to the other dozen or so fics that ewre put on hold to finish this one. Thanks for reading and please review!