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[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Date: June 24, 2000
Setting: First Floor Men's Bathroom
Status: Public (Newt and Loki)
Summary: Because we haven’t seen Newt ‘repair’ something in too long.



He was having a good day today. This was only the second time he’d thrown up and it was well past lunchtime. Lately throwing up les than five times qualified as a very good day for Loki, so he left the stall in almost high spirits, splashed some water into his face and smiled up at the flickering lamp on the ceiling.

There were all sorts of fun things one could do with a broken lamp and the right mark. Too bad he didn’t have one handy.

He opened the door and walked out almost colliding with ...

“Newt, my friend! What a lucky coincidence! I was just thinking of you.”

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Jumping forward, one hand on Loki's throat and the other on his free right hand, Crowley pinned the god to a wall.

"That can be arranged," he snarled. The demon considered just snatching Chicago from Loki's grasp but there was too much of a possibility for her to get hurt if they were both tugging on her fragile little body. "Thisss is how it's going to go. You will hand the cat over now and I will not kill you. If you don't value your own life then you'd bessst be thinking about those wolves of yours and what I'll do to them when you're no longer around."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Loki pulled the kitten close to protect her and rammed his knee between Crowley's legs.

It had failed with Uriel and Crowley was a not-god as well, but then the move had served him well for centuries and in his current position his options were very limited. It was worth a try, he thought.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

The world stopped and Crowley crumpled. A distant part of his mind was thinking about the last time he'd been injured there and how easily one forgets how much it really hurts. It couldn't have been Aziraphale. For all that he fought dirty, he either didn't know or was too compassionate to aim for such a sensitive area, despite the fact that the angel was well aware that Crowley had never gone for the androgynous look. Maybe he hadn't wanted it damaged for reasons he refused to tell himself...

The greater part of him was howling in pain, whether vocally or internally, he couldn't tell. His focus was exceedingly narrow and nothing else mattered at the moment: kitten, angel, revenge, whatever, he most severely didn't care.