Fanfiction: "Reawakening"
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deemoyzaTitle: Reawakening (5,711 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Parasite Eve
Rating: Teen
Characters: Aya Brea, Daniel Dollis, Douglas Baker
Relationships: Aya Brea & Daniel Dollis
Summary: When Daniel is ambushed during an investigation, Aya's powers reawaken after months of dormancy. But they are not the powers she'd become familiar with; in fact, they more closely resemble Eve's.
After the account of her reawakened powers goes public, Aya is contacted by an FBI agent who tells her about the survival and westward migration of Neo-Mitochondrial Creatures, and invites her to join MIST to stop them. As Aya debates leaving the NYPD for MIST, she receives a startling reminder that her battle is far from over.
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It was dark by the time they reached the shop. Daniel moved the crime tape aside, and Aya ducked beneath his arm to enter the shop. She shone her flashlight on the jewelry case, which sparkled back at her, as if in recognition, then continued toward the office. She pulled out the Special Orders folder again, and began scrutinizing the receipts, searching for anything they might have in common besides the types of repairs requested, any indication of what made them, and their customers, so interesting to the suspects.
While the receipt she'd found on Ashburn's desk earlier had specified an overhaul, many of the other "special" orders were for basic repairs, far too basic to justify their prices. Furthermore, each repair was accompanied by a number, and the letters TCW.
"What do you make of these?" she asked Daniel, handing him a stack of receipts.
He squinted at them in the light of his flashlight. "Suspicious. Basic repairs shouldn't cost that much, even for antiques."
"And the letters? TCW?"
"Hmm. Don't know. Initials, maybe?"
"Whose? Ashburn worked alone."
"An acronym?"
"Acronym. Hmm. T...total cost…total ca—carat!" Aya grasped his arm. "Total carat weight!"
"Carat? As in diamonds?"
"Of course! Ashburn specialized in watch repair, but he had a healthy stock of jewelry as well, but none of them were priced, and none of them were stolen."
"Fakes, maybe?"
"Or copies. The stones might've been switched out. Meanwhile, he was adding them to these 'repairs'. And the thieves knew that."
"So, Ashburn was some kind of middleman, taking these jewels and putting them in…watches, or just in the same shipment?" Daniel shook his head. "Huh. And he looked so innocent, too."
"The dead always do." Aya began looking at the safe, at a way to open it. "I'm sure we'll find more in here. Daniel, call the station and let them know what we've found. See if we can get into this safe somehow."
"Ordering me around, huh?" Daniel chuckled. "It's nice to see your confidence's come back, Aya. Just don't let it get out of hand." He tried the phone, found it dead. "Dammit, looks like the perps cut the phone line. I'll radio the station, be back in a bit." He walked out of the shop. Moments later, he began shouting.
Aya ran to the front, and saw Daniel struggling with a figure dressed all in black. The thieves had returned, it seemed, and they'd ambushed Daniel. He managed to wrestle his attacker to the ground, as Aya pushed open the front door, and was fumbling with his handcuffs. She stepped forward to help, then froze as time seemed to slow around her. From the corner of her eye, she spotted movement, and saw another man dressed in black draw a gun from his waistband and aim it at Daniel. For a split-second, she hesitated. Should she try to knock the gunman down, or should she try to push Daniel out of the way, and hope the other man didn't get up and attack them again, as well? Whatever choice she made, she had time for neither. The man raised the gun…
"Daniel!" she cried out, rushing to insert herself between him and the gunman. The gunman fired.
The bullet disintegrated in midair.
The gun in his hand began to glow a dull orange, and he backed away, cursing and trying to drop it, but as it glowed brighter, red, then yellow, then white-hot, it seemed fused to his skin, and burned through his hand, up his arm, into his torso, and then, he was gone.
The smell of charred flesh stung Aya's nostrils and sent her back a year and a half to the backstage areas of Carnegie Hall, to the rehearsal room where Eve waited for her. Discordant piano notes played through her mind, and she began to tremble. It couldn't be! That power wasn't one of her own; it was Eve's. But Eve was gone, and her influence died with her! Still, Aya's body burned, and there was no denying what she'd just done.
It wasn't Eve, at all; it was her.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Parasite Eve
Rating: Teen
Characters: Aya Brea, Daniel Dollis, Douglas Baker
Relationships: Aya Brea & Daniel Dollis
Summary: When Daniel is ambushed during an investigation, Aya's powers reawaken after months of dormancy. But they are not the powers she'd become familiar with; in fact, they more closely resemble Eve's.
After the account of her reawakened powers goes public, Aya is contacted by an FBI agent who tells her about the survival and westward migration of Neo-Mitochondrial Creatures, and invites her to join MIST to stop them. As Aya debates leaving the NYPD for MIST, she receives a startling reminder that her battle is far from over.
Notes: Written for FireEye as part of
chocolateboxcommIt was dark by the time they reached the shop. Daniel moved the crime tape aside, and Aya ducked beneath his arm to enter the shop. She shone her flashlight on the jewelry case, which sparkled back at her, as if in recognition, then continued toward the office. She pulled out the Special Orders folder again, and began scrutinizing the receipts, searching for anything they might have in common besides the types of repairs requested, any indication of what made them, and their customers, so interesting to the suspects.
While the receipt she'd found on Ashburn's desk earlier had specified an overhaul, many of the other "special" orders were for basic repairs, far too basic to justify their prices. Furthermore, each repair was accompanied by a number, and the letters TCW.
"What do you make of these?" she asked Daniel, handing him a stack of receipts.
He squinted at them in the light of his flashlight. "Suspicious. Basic repairs shouldn't cost that much, even for antiques."
"And the letters? TCW?"
"Hmm. Don't know. Initials, maybe?"
"Whose? Ashburn worked alone."
"An acronym?"
"Acronym. Hmm. T...total cost…total ca—carat!" Aya grasped his arm. "Total carat weight!"
"Carat? As in diamonds?"
"Of course! Ashburn specialized in watch repair, but he had a healthy stock of jewelry as well, but none of them were priced, and none of them were stolen."
"Fakes, maybe?"
"Or copies. The stones might've been switched out. Meanwhile, he was adding them to these 'repairs'. And the thieves knew that."
"So, Ashburn was some kind of middleman, taking these jewels and putting them in…watches, or just in the same shipment?" Daniel shook his head. "Huh. And he looked so innocent, too."
"The dead always do." Aya began looking at the safe, at a way to open it. "I'm sure we'll find more in here. Daniel, call the station and let them know what we've found. See if we can get into this safe somehow."
"Ordering me around, huh?" Daniel chuckled. "It's nice to see your confidence's come back, Aya. Just don't let it get out of hand." He tried the phone, found it dead. "Dammit, looks like the perps cut the phone line. I'll radio the station, be back in a bit." He walked out of the shop. Moments later, he began shouting.
Aya ran to the front, and saw Daniel struggling with a figure dressed all in black. The thieves had returned, it seemed, and they'd ambushed Daniel. He managed to wrestle his attacker to the ground, as Aya pushed open the front door, and was fumbling with his handcuffs. She stepped forward to help, then froze as time seemed to slow around her. From the corner of her eye, she spotted movement, and saw another man dressed in black draw a gun from his waistband and aim it at Daniel. For a split-second, she hesitated. Should she try to knock the gunman down, or should she try to push Daniel out of the way, and hope the other man didn't get up and attack them again, as well? Whatever choice she made, she had time for neither. The man raised the gun…
"Daniel!" she cried out, rushing to insert herself between him and the gunman. The gunman fired.
The bullet disintegrated in midair.
The gun in his hand began to glow a dull orange, and he backed away, cursing and trying to drop it, but as it glowed brighter, red, then yellow, then white-hot, it seemed fused to his skin, and burned through his hand, up his arm, into his torso, and then, he was gone.
The smell of charred flesh stung Aya's nostrils and sent her back a year and a half to the backstage areas of Carnegie Hall, to the rehearsal room where Eve waited for her. Discordant piano notes played through her mind, and she began to tremble. It couldn't be! That power wasn't one of her own; it was Eve's. But Eve was gone, and her influence died with her! Still, Aya's body burned, and there was no denying what she'd just done.
It wasn't Eve, at all; it was her.
