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She had shot him stone dead when he had come at her with the knife; they hadn't expected anything from the docks when they had gone to investigate, led along by shaky leads and desperation, but an ever sincere urge to solve the Chapman murders before they grew cold and frozen in the evidence lockers. They hadn't counted on finding a clue, or finding a cooperative warehouse manager, or the cache of bloody weapons found in one of the toolboxes. They hadn't counted on Damon having to leave to call for back up.

They hadn't counted on the murderer watching them, nor the amount of desperation he had felt, watching Gant's retreating figure. And if they had, they wouldn't have expected him to attack an unsuspecting Lana.

But it had all happened, too fast to think. His sprint from the alley, the knife. She shot him. He had fallen dying and landed stone dead. The bullet holes were little more than growing stains and torn cloth in the bad light. But Lana had known better. Stone dead.

It hadn't been long before Damon rushed back, beckoned by the sounds of a firearm to find the suspect's cooling rain-pelted corpse. She was shivering from shock, arms extended before her still, her gun in a grip so tense it shook. He could hear its rattle as he approached. She didn't move. She didn't speak, but she breathed. Hard. Wheezing.

Lana hadn't known he was there, not until shehad felt an arm drawn around her and a gentle grip on her clenched hands.

"It's okay," he had said to her then. His voice was soft. She had shot him stone dead and Damon knew and he knew the rest too. Again. It's okay. You had to. It's okay.

She had been taken over by a shocked numbness and gradually that disappeared, slipping downwards, out her feet, mixing in with the blood and the rainwater, and her rain-shattered reflection. She felt her arms lower slowly. Her muscles ached.

It's okay.

"The first time is always hard," he had said after a moment, voice soft and soothing and old, like the voice of a father explaining life to his child. She let him console her, hold her hands while she finally let go of the gun. She leant against him then, a gesture then alien to their partnership and something she would never have done in any other situation. "But you have to do it. Doesn't matter what you believe in, Lana, my dear, but sometimes it's just a necessity."

It's okay.

"It gets easier." Damon had said, before finally leading Lana from the body. "Just give it time. It gets easier after a while."

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Hrm. I didn't want it to be a mind fuck piece but I realized that that last bit of what Damon said sounds sort of ominous. Oh well XDD

And no, it's not supposed to be well written. I just wrote that and I haven't slept yet and I should sleep and oh God the sun's coming up and it's my sister's birthday what the fuck what the fuck

I'm going crazy. It's another one of those pieces, I guess. Though I wanted to look at their partnership again and look at how they trusted each other. Didn't want to have a rapey mind fuck Gant in this one either, and he's not meant to be--it's supposed to be another exploration of what trust and understanding they had before it comes a crumbling down. Gant being a mentor, I guess.

SO LANA KILLS SOMEONE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND GANT TELLS HER THAT IT'S PART OF THE JOB DESCRIPTION, THE END, OH LOOK, THEY ARE BEING PARTNERS AND HE LOOKS LIKE HE GIVES A SHIT. THERE. THAT'S THE PIECE.

Gant, Lana (c) Capcom

Description
She had shot him stone dead when he had come at her with the knife; they hadn't expected anything from the docks when they had gone to investigate, led along by shaky leads and desperation, but an ever sincere urge to solve the Chapman murders before they grew cold and frozen in the evidence lockers. They hadn't counted on finding a clue, or finding a cooperative warehouse manager, or the cache of bloody weapons found in one of the toolboxes. They hadn't counted on Damon having to leave to call for back up.

They hadn't counted on the murderer watching them, nor the amount of desperation he had felt, watching Gant's retreating figure. And if they had, they wouldn't have expected him to attack an unsuspecting Lana.

But it had all happened, too fast to think. His sprint from the alley, the knife. She shot him. He had fallen dying and landed stone dead. The bullet holes were little more than growing stains and torn cloth in the bad light. But Lana had known better. Stone dead.

It hadn't been long before Damon rushed back, beckoned by the sounds of a firearm to find the suspect's cooling rain-pelted corpse. She was shivering from shock, arms extended before her still, her gun in a grip so tense it shook. He could hear its rattle as he approached. She didn't move. She didn't speak, but she breathed. Hard. Wheezing.

Lana hadn't known he was there, not until shehad felt an arm drawn around her and a gentle grip on her clenched hands.

"It's okay," he had said to her then. His voice was soft. She had shot him stone dead and Damon knew and he knew the rest too. Again. It's okay. You had to. It's okay.

She had been taken over by a shocked numbness and gradually that disappeared, slipping downwards, out her feet, mixing in with the blood and the rainwater, and her rain-shattered reflection. She felt her arms lower slowly. Her muscles ached.

It's okay.

"The first time is always hard," he had said after a moment, voice soft and soothing and old, like the voice of a father explaining life to his child. She let him console her, hold her hands while she finally let go of the gun. She leant against him then, a gesture then alien to their partnership and something she would never have done in any other situation. "But you have to do it. Doesn't matter what you believe in, Lana, my dear, but sometimes it's just a necessity."

It's okay.

"It gets easier." Damon had said, before finally leading Lana from the body. "Just give it time. It gets easier after a while."

---

Hrm. I didn't want it to be a mind fuck piece but I realized that that last bit of what Damon said sounds sort of ominous. Oh well XDD

And no, it's not supposed to be well written. I just wrote that and I haven't slept yet and I should sleep and oh God the sun's coming up and it's my sister's birthday what the fuck what the fuck

I'm going crazy. It's another one of those pieces, I guess. Though I wanted to look at their partnership again and look at how they trusted each other. Didn't want to have a rapey mind fuck Gant in this one either, and he's not meant to be--it's supposed to be another exploration of what trust and understanding they had before it comes a crumbling down. Gant being a mentor, I guess.

SO LANA KILLS SOMEONE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND GANT TELLS HER THAT IT'S PART OF THE JOB DESCRIPTION, THE END, OH LOOK, THEY ARE BEING PARTNERS AND HE LOOKS LIKE HE GIVES A SHIT. THERE. THAT'S THE PIECE.

Gant, Lana (c) Capcom