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Slayer of Slayers
Warnings:I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.
15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.
M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +
PART NINE LINK HERE
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Part Ten: Prophecy's Boy
Theo Frey’s affiliation with the first slayer was a strange one, his entire life mission was to become a slayer to eradicate all slayers, especially his birth mother Buffy Summers, and yet during a prehistoric time when everything and everyone was stripped away from him he had reluctantly formed some form of friendship with the primeval Sineya, bonding through their chaotic creation and so he joined her on some of her adventures in slaying until he was brought back to the present time, back to his current grievances, and surrounded by those ready for him to take his revenge. Theo never realized how deeply Sineya impacted her life until he saw her spirit on vampire island, her serving as a reminder to him of a simpler time where he lived his life without vengeance and how that led him to do good alongside the first slayer until he returned to evil crutches of vampire Drusilla and as the vampire/slayer hybrid stood right next to the unopened Hellmouth in the caves of vampire island, being surrounded by an undead army, he couldn’t help but think of the time he spent with Sineya. “They only call you a king because they do not truly know what you really are neither do you yet,” Sineya said to him through her telepathic ways, her words piercing his mind as she appeared as a spirit only, he could see, standing next to him. “Slayer of slayers is just another name, Theo, nothing but a name but none are what you really are…this is now what you truly are.” Theo looked around at his undead army to see if anyone else could see the first slayer knowing deep down that she was only appearing to him, appealing to a good side of him he thought he could bury forever, as she urged him to not bring about the end of the world, to change his ways, and accept his true destiny. “They need to pay they need to all pay!” Theo shouted, grabbing the attention of his fellow vampires who instantly cheered him on, believing that his words were words of war before he would proceed to open the Hellmouth. “They have paid the price already, as have you, and even her…there’s nothing left to pay except your destiny, and this is not it!” The primeval one replied to him telepathically with her cryptic words being said in his mind. “Your blood and your blood alone will open the mouth of hell, but you are so much more than your blood, a prophecy has been calling you long before your birth it is up to you if you want to continue ignoring it for a mission of vengeance or if you want to become what you were truly created to be.” Suddenly, Sineya’s spirit disappeared once again as Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles ran into the caves to meet Theo and his army, all equipped with weapons and ready to go to war if needed to stop Theo from opening the Hellmouth, as the slayer of slayer realized that one way or another, he was not making it out of Vampire Island alive…
Theo and his dedicated team of vampires fought against Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles viciously as Theo himself went head to head with the blue-haired goddess Illyria, the one who killed his undead lover Tobias, throwing a series of punches and kicks at the old one, making little to no impact, before Illyria proceeded to fight back against the slayer of slayers gaining the upper hand with ease as she showed her superior strength while beating Theo into submission as he fell to the ground, ready to be killed by the same woman who had killed the love of his life, but Angel quickly left his ongoing fight to rush over to his son’s side, eager to save him from being killed by Illyria. “He is my son Illyria, please do not kill my son.” Angel pleaded with his friend, who reluctantly began to walk away from both Angel and Theo before taking to fight in the ongoing war surrounding them. “I may have your DNA or whatever but you’re not my father, you never raised me as my dad did, you weren’t there like he was, and you will never take his place.” Theo snapped at his undead father as he slowly got back to his feet, bruised, and bloodied from injuries he had sustained in his fight against the blue-haired goddess. “You look pretty beaten up; she really did a number on you huh?” Angel replied, choosing to ignore his son’s cruel words. “I know you a slaypire or whatever now but somehow you managed to keep your soul, I’ve never heard of a vampire doing that before I mean I have a soul, but I’m cursed…literally. Yet again you are also the first male slayer, which is another mystery.” “We’ve come too far to stop now my army will not stop until my blood opens that Hellmouth over there…unless there is no blood to be spilled,” Theo responded, as he began to realize that he still had the chance to do the right thing, something which was only validated when the spirit of the primeval slayer appeared to him once again, this time standing next to Angel, who was oblivious of her presence. This time Sineya did not have to communicate telepathically with the slayer of slayers because the look on her face told Theo everything he had to know, her look told him that he had forced a destiny on himself that was never truly meant to be and now all he was left to do was decide whether he let that same destiny lead to him destroying the world or if he was able to do the right thing for the first time, as he suddenly began to finally feel his own humanity beginning to creep back in, as he felt all the pain and suffering he caused to his many victims, through his many evil deeds, as he concluded there was the only way to make up any kind of penance for the monster he had become. “You are right,” Theo admitted to the spirit of Sineya, confusing an unknowing Angel in the process. “There’s only one way my blood cannot be spilled and that is if there is none.” Theo quickly grabbed the wooden stake he spotted in Angel’s jacket pocket and plunged it into his own chest knowing that turning to dust was the only solution out of the hell he would otherwise cause onto this world, leaving his biological father Angel in a state of pure shock and horror as he screamed out “No” with the strength of all his voice, catching Buffy’s attention who turned away from her fight just in time to watch alongside Angel as the son they shared together turned to dust before their very eyes. Suddenly, a red smoke, like the one that had turned Theo into a slayer, formed above Theo’s ashes before it began to spread itself throughout the cave growing bigger as it did so, proceeding to attack, ingest, violate, and turn Theo’s undead army into bursts of flames before they eventually turned to dust leaving Buffy, Angel, and their friends stunned by their bittersweet victory, one that came at a great cost.
The End…NOT
“Hello?” Theo called out as he walked into a darkly lit rundown bar, before noticing a sign saying Willy’s Place, as he proceeded to walk over to the bar counter noticing the place was completely empty, the vibe completely dead, as he began to wonder if this was hell, heaven, or something in-between, when suddenly he felt a warm feeling rush through him, that which felt like love in its purest form and as he turned out he was shocked to find a woman stood behind him, with the softest smile he had ever seen. “You may not know me but I’m your grandmother, from your mother’s side.” Joyce greeted her stepson, the two have never met before. “I know this all must be very confusing for you but I’m here to help while I can.” “Not to be rude or anything but are you not supposed to be like dead or something?” Theo replied as he struggled to get his head around whatever the hell was going on. “Well yes, but then again so are you.” Joyce laughed off innocently. “You know you look a lot like your father, but you have your mother’s heart, no matter how much you try to hide it and that smile of yours is truly beautiful I just wish there were more opportunities for you to show the world that smile.” “They are not my parents; my parents died a long time ago and I am sorry, but you are not my grandmother either.” Theo snapped at his biological grandmother, although his snap was nowhere near as bitter as it once was. “Is this hell?” “No honey it is not hell nor is it heaven, consider this your second chance,” Joyce informed him cryptically. “You walked a path you were never meant to walk and the powers that be are just trying to get you back onto the right path, instead of fighting for another destiny why not try embracing the one that’s already yours?” Theo had no idea what Joyce Summers meant by her words but before he could ask her, he found himself magically being transported from Willy’s Place in the now non-existent Sunnydale to the rundown Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles, where he walked into the lobby to find a beautiful dark blonde-haired woman stood behind the reception desk with a bright smile on her face that told him she was expecting him. “So, you are my guy’s second son I get vampires normally do not have to worry about you know condoms and stuff, but you’d think after the first son tried to kill, he’d wrap it up from there on out but then again if he’s not worried about losing his soul then he’s probably now worrying about impregnating people.” Cordelia Chase said, greeting Theo as he walked over to her. “You’re all kinds of messed up perhaps more so than Connor and he was raised in a freaking hell dimension by some unhinged hunter who very rudely blew up my friend’s club with us in it nonetheless but hey at least you’re not as bad as Angelus now that is the part of your father that you do not want to take after!” “So, which ghost from Buffy or Angel’s past are you then? Are you Angel’s mother?” Theo asked Cordelia, much to her own disgust, which was clear on her face, making Theo realize she must have been a former lover. “Oh, so you’re not Darla which I doubt because Connor’s her son…leaving you being none other than pretty little rich girl turned high being broke bitch miss Cordelia Chase. I must admit of all the stories I heard about the infamous scooby gang, yours were always the most amusing!” “Well, I guess you got your daddy’s brains, and his looks tell me which part of you is Buffy?” Cordelia wondered. “None I hope!” Theo quickly responded, making Cordelia cackle. “Good one sniveling little cry Buffy is more than enough for my liking.” Cordelia joked with the son of the man she once loved, before going on to hand Theo a room key. “A little friendly warning this guy is no friend of your mum or dads so be wary also his face is all kinds of yuck but hey we’re supposed to give you the full unbiased experience but seriously his face is not going to be easy on your pretty little eyes.”
“So, you are the son of the slayer and Angelus…I have been expecting you, my boy.” The Master announced as Theo walked into the hotel room to find the legendary vampire stood waiting to introduce himself. “From your actions, you are more of Angelus’ child than Angel’s which pleases me immensely to know the girl who slew me now has a beast within her own bloodline. However, I hope there is some of the slayer's DNA in you too after all she was the only one to ever beat me.” “You must be The Master, Dru mentioned you once or twice there sure is a lot of hype about you in your heyday you know before Buffy beat you like some newbie vamp,” Theo replied, mocking the master of vampires. “Tobias bought into all that hype but me not so much…so why the hell are you the latest stop on my supernatural soul train?” “You have this arrogance about you that most definitely reminds me of your mother but unlike her you have been beaten time and time again, therefore, making this arrogance of yours truly unearned.” The Master responded, taking a swipe at the son of the slayer in the process. “Mummy spanked you so hard you turned to dust, I think it’s about time you lose the attitude when in the presence of someone who earned their legacy in this world and the next!” “Now don’t start talking about spanking unless your intent is to turn me on.” Theo recklessly flirted with the infamous vampire. “You have what I call a pillow face, but I can work with it if you want to get freaky…” “Right!” Anya Jenkins shouted before storming into the hotel room, The Master quickly vanishing out of sight the moment Anya entered the room. “I’m taking into this appointment because that is just seriously unsettling, and I’d rather not metaphorically spew all over Buffy’s boy as I try to knock some sense into you.” “Oh, great another bloody ghost from their past!” Theo complained as he turned to face the former vengeance demon, quickly becoming tired of whatever the hell was going on around him. “I’m Anya formerly known as Anyanka formerly known as a vengeance demon, one of the best vengeance demons actually then I almost married your mother’s friend Xander until you know he ditched me at the altar and long before he knocked up the little brat we used to babysit,” Anya answered him, clearly unamused with Xander’s choice of partner to co-parent with. “Now I’m just Anya an ally to the powers that be, who’d have thought it…certainly not me anyway.” “Here’s the thing, I’m growing really tired of this bullshit, and after sacrificing myself for I guess the greater good I could really just do with a nap or something. I am so not in the mood for whatever is going on here nor do I give a damn that your man dumped you for someone younger it happens love get over it!” Theo quickly dismissed the former vengeance. “Sorry that your dead but I’m dead too so how about you go haunt the living? I suggest that knucklehead builder who broke your heart especially considering he has a thing for building prisons now and needs a good little scare for that alone.” “Listen here you little snot-nosed slayer, vamp, brat! I am over a thousand years old, and I will not be spoken to that by someone who is technically an error on human history.” Anya snapped back at the slayer of slayers. “Go get yourself a drink or something! Let someone else deal with you, I’m asking for a pay raise…come to think of it, does money still smell as good as it used to?” As Theo became more and more convinced that he was in hell, Anya took the look on his disapproving face to say he wasn’t going to answer her question, and instead of sticking around to force it out of him, she proceeded to leave the hotel room eager to get back to her own afterlife knowing that the next person to visit Theo would definitely be able to put up with his attitude better than she could, or rather was willing to.
Theo didn’t hang around for long before he decided to search for this infamous hotel bar that Anya had suggested to him, wondering if there was even a bar within this rundown, seemingly abandoned place, but after going up and down several floors he finally found the bar the former vengeance demon was referring to as he opened the door, walked through, and suddenly found himself transported to the dive bar he shared with Tobias, only Tobias was not behind the bar, a mousy blonde-haired woman was, a bewitching beauty. “It’s funny the places you wind up when you are not even going in that direction or at least so you thought. It’s hard to accept new paths that are laid out for you but sooner or later you just got to, or you spend forever unhappy and forever’s a very long time.” Tara Maclay informed Theo as he walked over to the bar counter, trying to work out who this bartender was and why they were in some dream-world version of his home. “I much prefer this bar to the last one I’ll give you that,” Theo admitted as he sat down on a barstool and waited for Tara to pour him a glass of whisky on the rocks, to which he quickly downed in one gulp upon being served it. “Which ghost of Buffy and Angel’s past are you?” “I was once Tara, now I’m something else entirely, I am no longer her, and yet her memories remain. It’s funny how they don’t tell you about that when you become a higher being nor do they tell you that despite how much you want to you can never truly reclaim your past, you can never truly get back to where you really want to be.” Tara revealed to the slayer of slayers, as Theo remembered a conversation, he had with Willow about a woman she had love and lost, and how her name was Tara. “I know she feels the same way,” Theo reassured her in a rare act of kindness, as he reached out to hold her hand to comfort the clearly saddened spirit. “See that’s the kindness, that’s signs of your soul, one that was too powerful to be destroyed by demons or anything else that has been thrown at you.” Tara genuinely replied as Theo took his hand back, uncomfortable by showing what he considered to be a weakness but was actually just plain old sympathy. “You have been fighting on the wrong side for all the wrong reasons Theo and I know you know that now even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself you want redemption, more than that you need it.” “Even if you were right, I’m dead now all done and dusted far too late to even try redeeming myself for all the terrible things I have done,” Theo replied, not wanting to admit to the former witch turned higher being that she was right, that he did want redemption, that he wanted to amend for the things he has done, that he had finally seen the error of his ways, and his hatred was placed in all the wrong places. “Oh, sweetie you’re not dead you’re just on a time out, which is sort of over now,” Tara replied before Tristan found himself being transported one last time, only this time he had been transported back to vampire island, to the very spot he had staked himself, standing in his own leftover ashes as he looked around the abandoned caves more confused than ever before as he tried to work out what he had just experienced, why he was back on that island, and what would happen next. “I told you there was another destiny for you, my friend,” Sineya revealed telepathically as her words once again pierced their way into Theo’s mind after her spirit appeared in front of the former slayer of slayers. “And now it has begun…you are no longer the slayer of slayers or the vampire with a soul intact, now you are at one with the very demon itself, this is your destiny!”
The End…of Volume One
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It Isn’t What it Looks Like, Really!
For @crazylazydays prompt- sorry it took so long it started out short and fluffy and then my semi-angsty ass decided to get intense AND NOW IT’S 2400 WORDS OOPS. I hope you enjoy it :)))))
“It’s not what it looks like, really!”
“It looks like Nursey’s head is stuck in-between the posts of the stairs...” “Oh, then it’s exactly what it looks like.”
 Earlier That Day…
Derek Nurse was a klutz. It wasn’t exactly something he could deny considering within the last week he had fallen up the stairs, smacked himself in the face with a plate, and nearly pulled off Chowder’s pants when he tripped into him. It was just something he embraced, even when someone threatened to safely secure him up in bubble wrap until he graduated to ensure his game wouldn’t suffer. There was a common trait between all these instances however, that somehow no one had yet noticed. Every time Derek’s body betrayed him, be it tripping, injury, or a complete wipeout, William Pointdexter had been shirtless.
 Currently he was lounging in the Haus on the forbidden couch doing readings for his British Literature class when Dex had walked in covered head to toe in mud. “Yo, dude, what happened to you?” Nursey could tell, even though most of Dex’s face was coated in drying brown patches, that Dex was a very angry shade of red.
 “The fuckin’ Lax Bros just happened, THEY LITERALLY JUST DROPPED A BUCKET OF MUD OUT OF A WINDOW WHEN I WALKED BY. I HAVE A MIDTERM IN AN HOUR AND I CAN’T GO BACK TO MY DORM RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS GETTING LAID AND-“
 Nursey decided to interrupt Dex before he somehow managed to get redder and possibly explode, “Dude, go take a shower in Chow’s bathroom. Both him and Bitty are out in class right now and I don’t think they’d fault you for needing one.”
 Nursey settled back into the couch and continued his readings, the sounds of a slighty less angry Dex showering in the background. Nursey tried to ignore the fact that Dex was very naked right above him, and focus on the probably queer readings he was trying to take notes on. He finally heard the shower go off, and figured that he’d try to lighten Dex’s mood before he left for his midterm. It wasn’t like Nursey was a total asshole and wanted Dex to go off to his midterm still seething, that wouldn’t help anyone. Nursey’s plan was genius, he was convinced it was genius anyway, until it became obvious it wasn’t.
 In this genius plan, Nursey had planned to wait at the bottom of the stairs with his head near the poles that attached the railing to the stairs. He was going to wait there with a creepy look on his face until Dex noticed him and would die laughing because Derek Nurse was hilariousTM. In retrospect, none of the above was accurate because Nursey was not funny, nor was he careful and those two concepts were a large dependent in his plan. He heard Dex begin to descend the stairs, and he got his face ready perching his head semi-wedged into the bars on the stair to be sure he wouldn’t be missed. What Nursey was not expecting, however, was Dex, whose only coverage was a very small towel, to be so easily spooked. When Dex saw Derek, he screamed.
“wh-AH FUCKING HELL”
 In response to Dex’s yelp, and the severe towel slippage that had occurred, Derek Nurse’s head slipped inbetween the bars of the railing and got stuck there. Dex began reaming Nursey out, his frustration showing based on his returned to red face.
 “-AND ANOTHER THING WHY DID YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA I COULD’VE FALLEN DOWN THE STAIRS-“
 As Dex screamed Nursey discreetly tried to pull his head out from between the bars, not realizing this was going to be more difficult than he anticipated. It wasn’t until he made a very squeaky noise of frustration that Dex stopped screaming and realized where Derek was and why he hadn’t moved yet. “Are you stuck?”
 “No… I just haven’t quite figured out how to remove my head” “So you’re stuck.”
 “Yes.”
 There was a pause, but the unthinkable then happened. Dex’s face went red again but instead of yelling, this time he was laughing- no sorry he was full on chortling.
 “H-HOLY SHI-IT, YOU-YOUR HEAD IS STUCK, OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS- ”
 And then it hit Dex, that Derek was stuck and he was the only one in the house to help him get unstuck. And it seemed that Derek was not handling it well based on the heavy breathing that had started up during his laughter. Oh, well that wasn’t good. “Nurse, are you okay?”, Dex realized his question was probably pretty lame considering the state Nursey had already managed to put himself in within the last minute and a half. The lack of response from Nursey other than a semi-shake of his head indicated he probably should try to do something before this got worse. He shot off a quick text to Bitty, (SOS, Come back to Haus ASAP please!!!) and then turned back to his pale-faced teammate. “Okay, Nurse, breathe please. I don’t really know what I’m doing in this situation, but I know you need to breathe to live so please please do that… uh count to 7 while you breathe in and 5 while you breathe out, there you go, okay.”
 As Dex worked to reassure Nurse, his phone pinged and Bitty had indicated he’d be back in 10 minutes and to just stay put. Dex realized Bitty didn’t understand how impossible it would be to move, so he turned back to Derek who appeared to be calming down slightly with the change in breathing, colour returning to his face. Finally in a shaky voice, Nursey was able to say something.
“Can you hold my hand?”
 Dex figured he wasn’t really in the place to argue, so he took Nursey’s hand and began to stroke it with his thumb. He decided that the best way to help Nursey was to distract him from the situation until Bitty arrived. So Dex rambled, told Nursey about the time his cousin had superglued himself to the toilet in an attempt to prank his sister. He noticed that Nursey began to calm down while he spoke, small reactions to avoid jostling his head’s position between the bars. He realized he was still holding Nursey’s hand, he also realized he kind of didn’t want to let go. The truth was, Nursey and Dex didn’t know how to deal with the tension between them but they weren’t oblivious to why it existed. They had started out rough, constant fighting and screaming but it had turned from aggression to light-hearted chirping and realistically some of their chirps were so mild they were essentially flirting. The team had picked up on it, but they all realized it wasn’t their place to say anything- Dex and Nursey would figure it out themselves sometime or another. Dex and Nursey didn’t realize how silent they had been until they heard a car rush by outside the Haus, both thinking about things, not caring that Dex’s story had just trailed off. They just kind of looked at each other, and they watched each other, neither expecting anything from the other. Slowly, Dex moved closer to Nursey. The situation wasn’t exactly appropriate for anything Dex had in mind, but he hadn’t really considered that when he moved. He realized Nursey couldn’t really move anywhere so he watched, hoping he wouldn’t push any boundaries and half-expecting Nurse to start wiggling away from him. But he didn’t, Nursey just watched him with his eyes wide as they moved closer until there was a loud bang and Dex jumped two feet backward while Nursey whacked his head off the rail in shock. He turned to see Bitty staring with a look of shock on his face, he didn’t know what to do but he was ready to bullshit something, “It’s not what it looks like, Bits, really!”
 “It looks like Nursey’s head is stuck in-between the posts of the stairs...”
 “Oh, then it’s exactly what it looks like”, Dex giggled nervously to himself as Bitty went into the kitchen muttering under his breath about wasting butter and klutzy frogs. It wasn’t like he didn’t want Bitty to know what was about to happen, he just didn’t want Bitty to know before Dex knew what was going on. He saw Derek getting pale again, and wasn’t entirely sure whether it was from the stairs, Bitty, or him- but he figured any of the above probably weren’t good. He took Derek’s hand again, rubbing his thumb in circles while Bitty came back with a couple sticks of butter and a look severely lacking in shock considering the situation. After a few minutes of buttering Derek’s face, and much more muttering, Derek was finally freed from the stairs. “I don’t know how y’all managed this, but I also don’t know why you didn’t just take out the bars he was stuck between, considering you did that last week to fix a cracked pole Dex.” Dex realized that would have worked really well, unfortunately well, but he also didn’t think it was his place to reveal to Bitty he was busy trying to calm Derek down. So he just kind of shrugged and indicated he hadn’t really though the situation through, then he realized the time and the whole reason he ended up here and the fact that he was still in a towel (which Bitty thankfully hadn’t mentioned). He grabbed his bag, moved to the bathroom, changed into his back up gym clothes, and ran off leaving Nursey with Bitty. Nursey opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t really sure what to say at this point, but Bitty cut him off. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know if I want to know, but for heaven’s sakes y’all need to have a talk and I’m buying you a bubble to live in, hmph.”
 Nursey decided Bitty was right, he needed to talk to Dex and he probably needed to finish the conversation they started earlier- especially if it meant what he thought earlier meant.
 ***
 Dex’s midterm had gone well, he couldn’t complain, but he was exhausted after the afternoon he’d had. He was headed back to his dorm to finally get some rest until he noticed a very quiet Derek Nurse sitting outside the door of his room. His roommate was clearly out because otherwise Derek would’ve been waiting inside, so he figured he had a good enough reason to invite him in and watch Netflix. Other than nod at Dex Nursey hadn’t said anything which wasn’t unusual, but his mood seemed to be even more subdued than normal. Once they settled onto his bed, laptop set up on a chair across from them so they could sit widthwise and stretch out more, Derek finally spoke up. “Thanks for uh, not walking away earlier, or whatever”
 It was still quieter than Dex was used to hearing from Derek, and he seemed almost uncomfortable. Dex’s reply didn’t seem to make him anymore comfortable though. “Dude, I wouldn’t have left you in that situation unless my midterm had been starting in the next few minutes… and even then I probably would’ve waited until Bitty showed up.”
 Derek seemed to be trying to take up as little space as possible, a 6”2 hockey player curled into a ball not passing for taking up little space, but nonetheless trying. Dex shifted closer to him, taking another chance in his actions, and covered Derek’s hand with his. Neither one looked at the other as the show in the background continued to play on. This continued for a few minutes until Dex finally found his voice again. “I- uh- wanted you to feel better… you looked… not okay?”
 Nursey let out a very shaky sigh, Dex finally turned to look at Nursey and saw that there were tears running down his face. Something inside of Dex panicked slightly, he didn’t like this, had he caused this? Nursey still wasn’t look at him, so Dex lightly put his hand on Derek’s face and turned him to face Dex’s face. Nursey continued to look everywhere but at him, so Dex waited. Finally Nursey spoke.
“Someone shoved me into a locker in middle school, and I got stuck. It- that situation… reminded me so much of that,” he sighed heavily.
“The difference was that last time, someone I cared about very much didn’t stick around. They ran, and they never came back. I was there for almost an hour before someone finally did something. I transferred to Andover soon after that, my parents appalled that someone had managed to do that to me and get away with it.” At this point, Dex felt heavy. He knew that Nursey had just hinted at the unspoken feelings they shared, and he was angry that Nursey had gone through all that but neither of those emotions would help Nursey. So he waited some more, hopefully silently urging Nursey to continue, which he did.
 “I know, it wasn’t the same thing. It wasn’t a locker, and I wasn’t stuck the same way, and I know if you’d left someone would’ve come along. But in that moment, you were laughing and I know it wasn’t mean but like… I just couldn’t figure out what to do about any of it. Dex, I-“ Nursey stopped speaking suddenly, like he wasn’t sure he knew how or what to say next. So Dex spoke instead.
 “Nursey, Derek, I really care about you. I want to be there for you in every situation, even if it means sitting with for days you while your head is stuck in the railing on the stairs. I want to protect you even if it means getting hurt myself. I want… you, basically just you.”
  Dex wrapped his arm around Derek, slowly so as to allow him space if he chose to wiggle away, and when Derek settled up against him he felt good and Derek in turn felt safer than he ever had before. With a light but hesitant kiss to Derek’s forehead, the two hockey players finally settled into each other knowing that they had all the time in the world to talk about things- but right then they just wanted to feel the other beside them
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aion-rsa · 4 years
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Lucifer Season 5 Episode 3 Review: ¡Diablo
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This Lucifer review contains spoilers.
“Things have changed up in Heaven.”
Workplace relationships in the real world typically prove challenging for all involved, and television writers continue to draw on the compelling conflicts that often arise out of these situations. The Moonlighting Myth has long been dispelled, and putting a television couple together doesn’t necessarily mean a show loses its edge and ultimately its audience. Good writing prevails. 
That said, Lucifer may be heading down a path that’s been travelled too far, too long, and at this point in the series’ history, completely unnecessary. The Devil and the detective work well together professionally. Lucifer loves Chloe. Chloe loves Lucifer. So what’s the problem? The trouble with angels (sorry, couldn’t help it) is that there are just so damned many of them, and if the writers’ plan is to continue to trot out another of Lucifer’s relatives or a well known biblical character every time the plot needs a jolt, then maybe it’s time to rethink that plan. 
There’s still a lot to like in “¡Diablo,” not the least of which is the “play within a play” narrative device that finds Chloe and Lucifer investigating the murder of a showrunner on the Warner Brothers set of a hit television show that eerily mirrors their own real life situation. And when it turns out that Matt Owens literally sold his soul to the Devil in return for the premise of Lt. Diablo, the humorous meta aspects of the show’s characters and their crime solving methods momentarily return Chloe and Lucifer to familiar territory. His name is Diablo, and hers is Dancer which neatly coincides with the character’s former career as an exotic dancer. “There are strippers out there considering becoming detectives. I’m kind of a role model.” Really. What’s not to love
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Suspect number one claims to have written over one hundred crime procedural scripts and after suggesting Owens’ death could have something to do with his drug problem, the new showrunner’s disdain for the entire genre comes to the surface. “Even Diablo could follow that clue path.” Though the investigations on Lucifer generally follow whatever relationship issues Chloe and Lucifer currently battle, here, it’s even more compelling as the detective and the actress commiserate about being manipulated by those around them. The helplessness many of the principals feel regarding their situations strikes at the heart, and when Lucifer matter of factly tells Chloe to simply “tell me what to do” to fix their present dilemma, it’s clear that he’s as oblivious as Diablo to the reality swirling about him.
Feeling betrayed by Lucifer after Michael’s revelation, Chloe’s desperation leads her to confide in the actress portraying Dancer, and while it’s certainly possible that the detective had already determined the actress’ guilt in both murders, there’s still a lot to be learned here. We’ve long known that “dear old Dad” placed Chloe in Lucifer’s path, but what does she realistically think he should have done with that knowledge? Would she have believed him? Even though she’s since been read into the celestial family reality, Lucifer’s return to watch over the demons in Hell left little time for the conversation that Chloe feels Lucifer ignored.
Along with forensic scientist Ella Lopez, Dan remains on the outside regarding the show’s fundamental truth that Lucifer is, in fact, the Devil. Though she’s weathered some significant crises of faith, her belief in God holds true at the moment, and we have to wonder how she will react once she learns Lucifer’s truth. Almost as an aside, however, we learn that Ella’s relationship with Dirty Doug continues, and when viewed in its totality, seems entirely out of character for her. Is she too feeling a bit left out?
After minimal opportunities in the season’s opening two episodes, Dan makes much more of an impact in “¡Diablo,” and his attempts to connect with Lucifer provide some delightful, yet meaningful moments. While Chloe struggles with her newly acquired knowledge and Maze fights against intense feelings of abandonment, Dan sets out to make not only his own life better but those around him as well. “I can feel your negative vibrations from across the room,” he tells Lucifer, brushing aside the cruel, personal jabs directed his way and then offers a piece of wisdom that Hell’s gatekeeper seems to comprehend. “Losing Charlotte made me realize we have so little control over our lives.” And while Chloe could benefit from this sage advice as well, it does appear to resonate with Lucifer who unexpectedly asks Dan for the matching bracelet he rejected earlier. A small moment that speaks to Lucifer’s growing humanity.
Leaving Amenadiel to “hold the fort while I’m gone” is a nice touch and temporarily leaves Dr. Linda on her own to deal with her own anxieties over their son’s safety. It’s always fun to watch her reason with Lucifer and his own concerns, but here the tables are turned a bit, and while they do counsel each other, the big takeaway is again, how oblivious Lucifer can sometimes be. 
The doc also meets with a terribly dispirited Mazikeen in one of the most poignantly funny scenes of the season. Watching ¡Diablo on television, the women talk out their fears, and it’s fascinating to watch Linda reassure the ordinarily overconfident demon that their relationship is solid. But Maze always seems to be on the outside looking in at others developing serious relationships while she struggles with her fading self-esteem. However, it’s Linda’s self-worth that now appears to be in question, and after last episode’s revelation that she may have given birth in 1994, her declaration that she and Maze can spend eternity in Hell leads to the conclusion that something tragic may have occurred when she was younger. 
We’ve seen all the characters battle self-doubt before, but Michael’s assertion that he’s been subtly working his twin brother “since the dawn of time” suddenly becomes a real possibility. Did Michael really plant the seed in his brother’s head that led to the failed rebellion against their Father? Is this sibling feud solely based on the jealousy Michael feels towards his brother? 
Action sequences on Lucifer don’t occur with any regularity, and fight scenes that require the same actor to play both roles are difficult to successfully execute for any director. The highlight here is not only the realism of the scene but the fact that they slug it out amidst the scattered, broken pieces of Lucifer’s beloved grand piano. Though the black and white keys continually remind us of Lucifer’s constantly developing dual nature, here they represent the stark differences between the brothers.
Lucifer’s attempt to use Maze’s blade to cut and then kill Michael leads nicely into her exchange with the not-quite-dead evil twin who now bears a nasty scar across his face. Seemingly unsuccessful with Lucifer and Chloe, Michael turns his attention toward Maze and the claim that Lucifer is keeping secrets from her and “I can tell you how to find it out for yourself.” Can Maze be influenced this easily to take up arms against someone with whom she possesses so much history? 
Fortunately, the writers made the wise decision to keep Chloe and Lucifer’s physical separation brief, and though the detective’s reaction to Michael’s news appears to be perfectly reasonable considering its enormity, “¡Diablo” sets the stage for what amounts to a potential civil war within the LAPD family. Now we wait to see whose words carry more weight with Chloe – Lucifer’s or Michael’s. There’s always trouble with angels.
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