Mighty on the Earth [solo]

[Callum Montana Roderick]

Sorcerer's Army Bunker
Peeblesshire, Scotland. March 2006.

"Supplies," Perkins announced from the door of the bunker. Cal lifted his gaze from the workbench he'd been plastered to for the past five hours, his magnifying goggles making his eyes look four times larger. She hefted in a few bags of what he could only assume were more beans and rice, one over her shoulder and another guided along by a levitation charm.

Cal's expression split into a grin. "Well, hello there, gorgeous. Couldn't stay away from this handsome face any longer? Not that I can blame you."

Perkins rolled her eyes in exasperation as she dropped the bags to the floor. "More like I had to be sure you weren't burning the place down." She sauntered over to him, hips laden with weaponry and swaying tantalizingly from side to side. Setting a calloused hand on the desk in front of him, she pulled the goggles from his head, leaned down, and placed a positively filthy kiss on his lips.

Cal hummed contentedly into the kiss and reached around to grab her butt. "Pick up any condoms on that supply run?" he asked hopefully.

She shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not worried. I've been so stressed and tired out here, I en't had my monthly in...well, months." Perkins gave a light laugh and straddled Cal's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him again.

"Hey, get a room, you two," Allens called as he wandered out from the sleeping quarters. He'd been taking night shifts lately, so he was just waking up now at 19.00 hours.

"Jealous," Cal accused, sticking his tongue out.

But Perkins slid off his lap anyway and started looking over the gadgets and spellwork scattered across his desk. She picked up a half-dissected weapon that looked vaguely like a grenade launcher. "So what has the boy genius been up to? Any luck on this one, then?" she asked, inspecting it for any changes.

Cal nodded and took it from her hands to demonstrate as he spoke. "Hell yes. Prepare to be amazed because I've got the game changer right here, baby. This chamber has been transfigured into a crystal polymer I designed myself, capable of storing wand magic for upwards of three days. Once you segment off the chambers, you can get somewhere around ten curses in a cannon, all pre-loaded so it doesn't drain soldiers in the field. Ready-made curses." He grinned up at her grudgingly impressed expression, her eyebrows arching toward her hairline. "You can go ahead and take a minute to soak in my brilliance."

Allens walked up behind them and clapped a hand on her back. "I know," he laughed, "It's not fair, a buffoon like him being so bloody brilliant all the time." He squeezed Cal's shoulder playfully. "Lucky you are, though, mate. Otherwise we wouldn't spend so much effort protecting your sorry arse."

"Lucky I am because the shit I make saves yours," Cal quipped back with a wink. He set the prototype down and scooted away from his desk. "The General's got a real hard-on for this gun, too. Bein' all 'top priority' about it. So I guess I'm kind of a big deal." He mocked a cocky flaunt over toward the mess table, declaring loudly. "Food time!"

~~~

It was about an hour after they'd finished their meal. Allens had headed out for the night watch, and Cal and Perkins were well on their way to an I-Missed-You horizontal tango. A loud crash pulled their attention to the door of the sleeping quarters where a harried looking Allens stood panting.

"Trousers up, mates. We've company, big group of vamps. They've given the order for Roderick to evacuate." They were on their feet in no time, strapping weapons wherever they'd fit. Cal moved swiftly to his desk and started packing his gear into travel packs. They'd practiced this enough that it took less than two minutes. Which was good, because they could hear the vampires snarling outside the front entrance.

"Out the back then, love," Perkins decided, ushering him toward the rear exit. The front entrance opened with a horrendous groaning of metal. "Fuck. Fucking fuck. Go!"

Cal knew the drill. He was in charge of the tech. He ran while they gave him time. He rushed for the exit but stopped at the sound of a shriek. Spinning on his heels, he turned and saw her, back pressed against a tall male vampire's chest, one hand around her throat and one pressed to her abdomen. He was sniffing and nuzzling at her neck. The vampire grinned and rubbed slow circles on her belly.

"Two for one special," it snickered. "Is it yours?"

"Molly?" He felt sick.

"God damn it, Cal, you run!" she shrieked.

Before he could say another word, the vampire's hand tore into her abdomen, ripping it open in one smooth motion. Its movements were accurate, and Cal could see the fetus hit the ground before he bolted out the rear door.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Jus' little ol' me
Notes: drudgin' up some muse
Lyrics: If You Want Blood by AC/DC
Credit: Chloe!