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Fading into the light	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 9776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sorry, that I neglected
the story for a bit, but finally the next chapter is here.

Chapter 5 – Got a surprise, Johnny-Boy!

God, how he hated his
job, when the possessed were acting like they just jumped out of a
stupid horror movie. He had thrown his shirt away immediately after
the three hour exorcism. It had been covered in something green and
slimy, he hadn't wanted to examine closer. That had earned him quite
a stare from the taxi driver, who was obviously unused to having a
bare-chested, grumpy exorcist sitting in his cab.

Walking up the stairs
to his apartment, he just hoped, that it would still be in one piece.
There hadn't been police cars, the fire department or ambulances
outside, so maybe Balthazar had refrained from causing mayhem. One
could only hope.

What still puzzled him
was the behavior the half-breed had shown earlier. He had seemed
vulnerable and helpless, something John hadn't believed possible. And
on top of that he hadn't answered the question, why he had been
attacked by other demon half-breeds. The hellish minions never were
best buddies amongst themselves, but the way Balthazar had looked,
seemed a bit extreme. Even for demons.

Entering his flat, John
realized, that it was completely quiet. That couldn't be good.
Balthazar couldn't keep his mouth shut and he had at least expected
some kind of greeting. Walking into his bedroom, the lack of noise
became clear.

Balthazar was stretched
out on his bed, arms and legs flung every which way, not leaving the
tiniest bit of space unoccupied. Oh, joy. John was dead tired from
the earlier exorcism and now his bed was occupied by the annoying
half-breed. That just figured.

Taking a closer look at
Balthazar, John could see that the bruising on his face had already
lessened. The expression on his face sweet and peaceful. One could
almost call it innocent. Mentally snorting at his own thoughts the
exorcist left the room. Right. As if Balthazar had ever been
innocent.

Crossing his kitchen,
John flopped down into the armchair, standing in the corner. This
would have to do. There was no way he'd get into bed with Balthazar.
Or rather there was no way he'd sleep next to Balthazar, because that
would only send his thoughts back to that night in the alley. Not
that he wasn't obsessing about that anyway. But that was something
Balthazar didn't need to know.

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Mmh. Balthazar woke to
the smell and sound of eggs, frying in a pan. Obviously John was
already up or hadn't bothered to go to sleep. He definitely hadn't
slept on the bed. Rummaging through John's dresser, Balthazar hoped
to find some clothes that suited his taste. But it was filled with
black pants, white shirts, black ties, black socks and black boxers.
Every item looked the same. Johnny-boy really didn't have the
slightest bit of fashion sense.

Choosing the most
expensive of each item, Balthazar peeled the bandages from his body,
before carefully dressing himself. There was still a small amount of
pain in his arm and some of the almost healed cuts itched, but that
was something he could easily take. He tried to slick his hair back,
but he had no gel handy, so a few strands remained hanging loosely
around his face.

Taking a look at the
mirror on the wall, he noted, that he was almost back to his shiny
self. Nothing of the embarrassingly weak demon of the day before
remained. Balthazar wasn't sure, what had come over him in the
hallway and he didn't want to think about it too deeply. Yesterday
had been really fucked up and he had the feeling that today wouldn't
be much better.

When he entered the kitchen, John was busy piling scrambled eggs
onto a plate. Quietly walking over to the exorcist, Balthazar
snatched the plate from his hand and sat down at the table. Baiting
Johnny-boy first thing in the morning would definitely make his day.

“I didn't know you cared enough to make me breakfast.”

To his disappointment John simply filled another plate and joined
him at the table. Spoilsport. How was a demon to amuse himself, if
the amusement didn't play along?

“No wonder you gained weight, if you're so keen on stuffing
yourself.”

Balthazar cringed at the stinging comment and a triumphant smile
spread over John's face. Damn it. He had hoped to avoid that topic
until after he had eaten. At least he hadn't been sick this morning.
He could really picture John standing by while he vomited his guts
out and making jokes at his expense.

But at the moment Johnny-boy seemed keen to focus on his food and
didn't spare him another glance. He hated to be ignored, but at the
moment that was better than being questioned, so the half-demon kept
quiet. Quickly glancing over to the exorcist, he noted, that John had
dark circles under his eyes and looked tired. Great. A tired John
Constantine equaled a cranky, moody, dangerous John Constantine.
Something he really didn't need at the moment.

John pushed his plate away and focusing his gaze on Balthazar, he
started to speak: “So Bally, what did you do to be attacked by
other half-breeds?”

The anger Balthazar felt at that question was instantaneous. What
did he do? As if it was his fault that Lucifer had decided to fuck up
his life. He was more of the opinion, that it was John's fault
anyway. His eyes flashing red, he asked: ”You wanna know what I
did? Nothing. It's all your fault, you fucking prick.”

John quickly wiped the shocked look of his face. “What the
hell are you talking about, asshole?”

“You do remember fucking me in that alley, don't you? And
now I'm fucking pregnant, idiot.”

Balthazar didn't react, because he never saw it coming. John had
jumped out of his seat and punched his face so fast, that he had
already landed on the floor, when he registered the blow. “You
lying piece of shit. Oh, and by the way: last time I checked you were
male. So if you try to screw with my head, make it at least
believable.” Sitting back down in his chair, Constantine waited
for Balthazar to get up again. Then he continued speaking.

“Try a second time. Why are the half-breeds attacking you?”

Wiping his bleeding lip on the back of his hand, Balthazar glared
at John, before answering. “I told you.” John was already
halfway out of his seat again, so he quickly added, “Let me at
least explain, before you punch me.”

Grumbling John sat back down, desperately wishing for a cigarette.
He hadn't needed a smoke that bad, ever since he stopped. “Better
make it a good one. Or I'll deport your sorry ass.”

“Lucifer didn't punish me for working with Gabriel. He only
told me that I would get my punishment later and sent me back to
earth. Then he started screwing with my powers when we fought, giving
you the opportunity to fuck me.”, he couldn't help taunting the
exorcist at least a little bit: “He knew you wanted to, hell,
every half-breed in L.A. could smell it, whenever you were around me.
I had counted on reversed positions, but maybe later.”

He cast a leer in John's direction, but seeing his icy glare,
Balthazar quickly continued to speak. “The last months I was
sick, vomiting in the mornings, so I went to Midnite. I listened to
his fucking riddles forever, until he told me that I'm pregnant.
Lucifer's fucked up punishment for me. And if you don't believe me
you can either use your damn psychic power to look for yourself or
call Midnite.”

At every other time, Balthazar would have paid lots of money for
that expression on Johnny-boys face. His mouth opened in shock,
staring at Balthazar as if he had suddenly sprouted a pair of wings.
On second thought, his current state was about as likely as that.

Then he could feel himself be enveloped in John's power. His
psychic antennas prodding and curling around his body, checking every
part of his aura. When they came close to his belly, they suddenly
stopped and then withdrew.

Now the shocked look on John's face had intensified and he
whispered: “It...it's true.” He didn't hear Balthazar's
snappy “I told you so.” anymore, because he had already
stormed out of the door. Leaving the scent of confusion, anger and
irritation behind.

TBC...
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