Warhead On Legs

Title: Bodies at Rest
Fandom: Blade Runner
Characters: Gaff, Deckard, Rachael
Word Count: 11,218 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gaff chases Deckard. Deckard chases Rachel. Rachel chases a half-formed dream, the nature of which she knows not. All of them turned upside down by the events of the film, all of them searching for a kind of equilibrium they can only find with each other. In the end, they find it in the strange construction all three of them make together. This is not a love story. This is a story of connections.
A/N: Written for polybigbang 2009. Mix by Epporsimuove here.

DECKARD
It rained the first time Deckard died.

Acid rain poured down in beaded sheets, covering everything in shimmering gray. The smell of wet plastic and concrete wafted up from the roof, wet asphalt and piss, papers in the corners drifting up from the ground. At this rate his last thought would be something like, this place stinks. Poetry. In the white-stained bedsheet sense of the word, cheap motels and gaslight making it tawdry. He didn't see any way out of it, but damned if he didn't feel like a heel for thinking it. That bastard.

It had rained when Roy died, too. Symmetry.

But he didn't get any doves. He had no one there to watch him. The roof was barren even of tiny bird-brained life. Only the ice cold rain dripping down the back of his two dollar shirt and some handcuffs dangling from his wrist. His favorite coat stained in the effluvium of human driftwood, fluids from both ends. Human beings were disgusting. Gaff was a piece of work.

He didn't even get to say goodbye.

This is not a love story.



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