They fight crime
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eliyesSo, I'm been working on fic for Leon McNichol and Daley Wong of the ADPolice. (Original BGC series timeline.) Mostly I'm playing around with the development of their partnership, seeing how much non-slash I can write when one of the guys is canonically gay and attracted to the other, and having fun with cops in a cyberpunk setting. :3 I'm also looking for a fic prompt comm that suits me, suggestions welcome.
Here are two of the fics I've finished thus far.
The Name Game
"Detective McNichol?"
Leon held up a hand in the direction the voice had come from and finished what he'd been saying to his partner about the tread marks they were crouched over. When both detectives straightened, Leon sang out for a crime scene photographer before turning to whoever was talking to him.
It was a rookie cop, bearing the inevitable clipboard – and holding it out to Daley, obviously assuming the guy with curly red hair would be Detective McNichol.
Daley took the clipboard with a wink of one dark eye, and Leon made a show of reading over his shoulder as he skimmed. When Daley raised the pen as though he were just finishing off a sentence and about to sign, Leon plucked it out of his hand, reached around him, and scrawled his name on the appropriate line. Daley handed the clipboard back to the flummoxed rookie with a cheerful smile.
"Thank you, Detective Wong," Leon said. “You're an excellent clipboard holder.”
"My pleasure, Detective McNichol," Daley replied with a wink. "People tell me I have a very steady grip."
They watched the rookie flush and mumble something that might have been an apology before scurrying away.
Leon waggled his eyebrows, grinning.
"Steady grip, huh?"
Daley snorted, ruefully pushing back his bangs.
"Figure that's gonna happen a lot?"
Leon shrugged.
"We'll just keep telling them they've got the Wong guy," he said, not quite fast enough to dodge the smack that earned him.
And, since they are both incorrible flirts:
Motivations for Flirtation
Leon knows Daley is attracted to him. Hell, he's not blind. And Daley knows Leon isn't into guys. They'd worked that out amicably fairly early on.
It doesn't stop them from flirting.
For Daley, it's a bit of a relief. Sometimes he can't not say something, make a joke, and Leon taking it in such good humour and joking back helps him cope. He was one of those crazy people who wanted to be a cop, still wanted to even when he was hating the job, and early on he'd actually contemplated trying to stay in the closet.
But life was damned short, especially for cops, and he'd decided 'to hell with it' and bought a couple of pastel purple suits just to be obvious. He was glad his partner wasn't a dickhead like some of the guys he'd had to work with. Daley knew that Leon would never fail to give him back-up because Daley liked guys, and Leon would step up to the bat for him every damn time.
It was nice, in a way, to have someone he could flirt and joke with without worrying about watching his tongue or whether he was saying the right thing to get laid. They were building a rock-solid partnership, and a friendship at least as close as any Daley'd had as a kid. That was something special.
Hell, some days he realised how tied up they were with each other and was glad sex wasn't going to be part of the equation. It couldn't possibly be healthy.
For Leon's part, he thought Daley had a great sense of humour, really dry sometimes and prone to sneak-attacks. He was glad Daley hadn't decided not to flirt with him just because he was attracted to women; he'd miss it. He'd seen Daley do nothing but professional and the guy could be cold. He did not want that kind of thing directed at him from his partner. Besides, it helped him gauge Daley's mood.
On some level he realised that flirting back was just one of the things that he could do to let Daley know he was okay with him, with his sexual orientation and all the millions of things outside of that made Daley who he was. He was a damned fine cop, really one of the good ones, and Leon was more than happy to have the guy watching his back.
If Leon was the type to worry about whether the guy watching his back checked out his ass while he was back there, he wouldn't wear such tight pants. He'd never had a problem with people looking at him, and hey, nothing wrong with being motivated to keep Leon's ass in one piece. At least, so he had smirked at Daley over drinks once.
Even more than reassuring Daley, though, flirting at the station showed the other guys that Leon was okay with Daley. He wasn't naive enough to think that none of their fellow cops had less-than-kind thoughts about gays on the force, even though they all put their lives on the line the exact same way, day in and day out. Daley had done his time in the TAC Squads, watching his friends and coworkers get shredded, just like Leon had. They were good cops, they had a good partnership, and no one would risk messing with that -- the Captain would have them fried with a side of hashbrowns for breakfast if anyone messed up a functioning team of Detectives.
Mostly, though, he flirted back because it made Daley smile, sometimes even laugh, and life was too short to miss those opportunities.
That's all for now; more to come, hopefully.
Here are two of the fics I've finished thus far.
The Name Game
"Detective McNichol?"
Leon held up a hand in the direction the voice had come from and finished what he'd been saying to his partner about the tread marks they were crouched over. When both detectives straightened, Leon sang out for a crime scene photographer before turning to whoever was talking to him.
It was a rookie cop, bearing the inevitable clipboard – and holding it out to Daley, obviously assuming the guy with curly red hair would be Detective McNichol.
Daley took the clipboard with a wink of one dark eye, and Leon made a show of reading over his shoulder as he skimmed. When Daley raised the pen as though he were just finishing off a sentence and about to sign, Leon plucked it out of his hand, reached around him, and scrawled his name on the appropriate line. Daley handed the clipboard back to the flummoxed rookie with a cheerful smile.
"Thank you, Detective Wong," Leon said. “You're an excellent clipboard holder.”
"My pleasure, Detective McNichol," Daley replied with a wink. "People tell me I have a very steady grip."
They watched the rookie flush and mumble something that might have been an apology before scurrying away.
Leon waggled his eyebrows, grinning.
"Steady grip, huh?"
Daley snorted, ruefully pushing back his bangs.
"Figure that's gonna happen a lot?"
Leon shrugged.
"We'll just keep telling them they've got the Wong guy," he said, not quite fast enough to dodge the smack that earned him.
And, since they are both incorrible flirts:
Motivations for Flirtation
Leon knows Daley is attracted to him. Hell, he's not blind. And Daley knows Leon isn't into guys. They'd worked that out amicably fairly early on.
It doesn't stop them from flirting.
For Daley, it's a bit of a relief. Sometimes he can't not say something, make a joke, and Leon taking it in such good humour and joking back helps him cope. He was one of those crazy people who wanted to be a cop, still wanted to even when he was hating the job, and early on he'd actually contemplated trying to stay in the closet.
But life was damned short, especially for cops, and he'd decided 'to hell with it' and bought a couple of pastel purple suits just to be obvious. He was glad his partner wasn't a dickhead like some of the guys he'd had to work with. Daley knew that Leon would never fail to give him back-up because Daley liked guys, and Leon would step up to the bat for him every damn time.
It was nice, in a way, to have someone he could flirt and joke with without worrying about watching his tongue or whether he was saying the right thing to get laid. They were building a rock-solid partnership, and a friendship at least as close as any Daley'd had as a kid. That was something special.
Hell, some days he realised how tied up they were with each other and was glad sex wasn't going to be part of the equation. It couldn't possibly be healthy.
For Leon's part, he thought Daley had a great sense of humour, really dry sometimes and prone to sneak-attacks. He was glad Daley hadn't decided not to flirt with him just because he was attracted to women; he'd miss it. He'd seen Daley do nothing but professional and the guy could be cold. He did not want that kind of thing directed at him from his partner. Besides, it helped him gauge Daley's mood.
On some level he realised that flirting back was just one of the things that he could do to let Daley know he was okay with him, with his sexual orientation and all the millions of things outside of that made Daley who he was. He was a damned fine cop, really one of the good ones, and Leon was more than happy to have the guy watching his back.
If Leon was the type to worry about whether the guy watching his back checked out his ass while he was back there, he wouldn't wear such tight pants. He'd never had a problem with people looking at him, and hey, nothing wrong with being motivated to keep Leon's ass in one piece. At least, so he had smirked at Daley over drinks once.
Even more than reassuring Daley, though, flirting at the station showed the other guys that Leon was okay with Daley. He wasn't naive enough to think that none of their fellow cops had less-than-kind thoughts about gays on the force, even though they all put their lives on the line the exact same way, day in and day out. Daley had done his time in the TAC Squads, watching his friends and coworkers get shredded, just like Leon had. They were good cops, they had a good partnership, and no one would risk messing with that -- the Captain would have them fried with a side of hashbrowns for breakfast if anyone messed up a functioning team of Detectives.
Mostly, though, he flirted back because it made Daley smile, sometimes even laugh, and life was too short to miss those opportunities.
That's all for now; more to come, hopefully.
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Date: 2007-05-11 03:13 am (UTC)I read on the other post that you were looking for a fanfic community for prompts. Well, I'm a part of
I'm looking forward to reading more from you!
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:10 am (UTC)The thing is, as much as I am tempted (and oh, I am so so tempted) to slash the boys, I want to write the UST. There's no evidence that Leon is attracted to men (occasionally terrified of women, yes, but specific kinds of women and for very good reasons), not that that usually stops slashers, and I kinda like writing the gentle tease/one-sided UST. I want to see how long I can do it before I cave, if I cave.
Maybe I could just stalk the comm and use the prompts... It looks like a good set-up.
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-11 03:16 pm (UTC)I wish you had more time to write, too, but that's so I could read what you're writing. :3