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Fading into the light	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 9775 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Constantine, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Secondson: You've made
a valid point in your review. But I assumed, that John knows nothing
about male demon pregnancies, thus he also doesn't know where the
womb would be located. He's simply panicked and trying the first
thing that crossed his mind. Thanks for pointing that out to me.

I also thank Just
another stranger and Loki for their reviews and will now continue
with the story, before somebody hits me over the head for being mean
to Bally.

Chapter 7 – You're in this together

Balthazar panicked,
when the cold plastic of the syringe touched his ass. Twisting out of
John's grasp, he scrambled into a corner of the room and protectively
put his hands over his stomach. His child's aura was pulsating,
sending shock waves through his body. He
felt something strange for the life inside of him. Something demons
aren't supposed to feel. Tenderness. And on top of that, his
possessive and protective streak made
itself know. John had no right to make that decision for him.

“Keep away from my baby.”

John was sitting on the
floor, looking confusedly at the now snarling half-breed in front of
him. What the hell had gotten into Balthazar? “Look, asshole. I
don't want that child, so we are gonna get rid of it.”

“No. It's mine and I'm gonna
keep it.”

Before John could
retaliate the bathroom door slammed open, revealing
a panicked angel. Chas was panting heavily, but he managed to get the
words out. “Thank God, I'm in time. You can't get rid of the
child, John.”

“What? This is none of your
business, Chas. Keep out of it, kid.” Ignoring the angel, John
stepped closer to Balthazar, who was protectively cradling his belly.
The half-breed hissed and snarled at him, but it sounded very weak.

Suddenly Chas launched
himself between John and Balthazar, effectively stopping the exorcist
in his tracks. “You still don't get it, John? You are doing
exactly, what Lucifer wants you to. The child is mostly human and
innocent. If you kill it, you'll go straight
to hell.”

Human. Innocent. Hell.
The words slowly got through to John's confused mind. He had been
about to commit murder and Lu was probably laughing his head off in
hell. Always Balthazar. Every time he was
close to the half-breed brought out the worst in him. In the alley he
had almost raped him, now he almost killed his innocent child and the
constant anger, hate, lust, desire he felt for the demon, were simply
too much. Sinking to his knees John put his head in his hands, trying
to sort out his confused feelings.

Chas' hand started
rubbing soothing circles on his back, calming him somewhat. Then he
could hear retching and the sickening aroma of vomit invading his
nostrils. Looking up, John saw Balthazar bend over the toilet, his
body wracked by heavy shudders, while he heaved. It was a pitiful
sight, that hurt him inside, though he would never admit it out loud.

“I have to leave, John. Go to
him. You're in this together now.”

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John still didn't want
the child, but if keeping it meant ruining Lucifer's plan, he was all
for it. The voice in the back of his mind, that insisted he was happy
about the child, could go fuck itself, because it wasn't true. He was
just doing this to spite Lu.

Carefully walking over
to Balthazar, who was still bend over the toilet, he started rubbing
the half-breed's back comfortingly. Balthazar seemed to calm down at
first, but then he suddenly threw John off his body, snarling in
rage.

“Get off me. You're just
trying to harm my child.”

John was feeling a bit
dazed, because his head had collided with
the wall, but he could also feel his former anger flare up again. The
half-breed asshole was being completely unreasonable. He may have
taken advantage of the situation before, but it wasn't like he had
betrayed the demon's trust or something, because there was no trust
between them. Never had been and probably never would. John refused
to acknowledge the fact, that it stung and
stormed out of the bathroom, before his anger got the better of him.

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Typical. Damn exorcist.
And since, when was he turning into an emotional wreck anyway? Trying
to pull his shattered dignity back together, Balthazar stood up and
gathered his clothes. Once he was dressed, he slicked back his hair,
restoring his perfect appearance.

Looking in the mirror,
his facial expression betrayed none of his inner thoughts, the way it
should be with a demon. Good. He didn't want to face Johnny-Boy, but
he needed to. If the exorcist decided to throw him out, he was lost.
As soon as he would step out of the protective wards, John had set
around his apartment, he would be fair game
for every other demon in town.

Lu's plan was still a
complete mystery to him, but if it wasn't going his way, he was most
likely pissed. Sometimes Lucifer was like a little child. If he
didn't get what he wanted, he would throw a massive tantrum, until he
either had what he desired or something else caught his fancy. Most
demons shivered at the mention of the name John Constantine, not
because they feared the exorcist, but because they remembered the
tantrum Lu had thrown, when John first escaped his grasp. It had been
frightening and the thing that got him interested in Johnny-boy
in the first place.

Balthazar checked the
whole flat, but John had obviously left him alone again. Fucking
coward. Why couldn't the damn exorcist care about him even the
tiniest bit? Enraged by his confusing emotions, Balthazar threw the
chair closest to him against the wall, where it shattered. He felt a
bit better.

Then a wicked thought
settled in his head. John trusted him alone in his apartment, so
maybe it was time for a little payback for the emotional turmoil the
exorcist had put him through. Pushing back the thought that he
shouldn't be able to feel emotional, Balthazar got to work.

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It was already dark,
when John returned to his apartment. He had
wandered around aimlessly the whole time, trying to sort out his
feelings. He didn't want to have a child with Balthazar. Hell, he
couldn't even stand the half-breed. And no, he was not in denial of
his true feelings.

On top of all his
current troubles, he had also ran into Angela, who had bored him to
death with her talking and endless flirting. What the hell had given
her the impression that he was interested anyway? Women. He knew
there was a reason, why he avoided them. Fortunately she had been
called away, saving him the trouble to fend off her poor seduction
attempts any longer.

He thought, that his
mood couldn't get any worse than it already was, until he entered his
flat and switched the light on. Balthazar was dead. Even if he would
go to hell, the half-breed would pay for this. His flat looked like a
horde of wild animals had been set loose. His furniture lay in bits
and pieces, the water tabs were running and flooding the apartment
and Balthazar had broken his favorite records. He could have accepted
the destroyed furniture and the flood, but that was just one step to
far.

Quickly turning off the
water, he walked into his bedroom. Where Balthazar was sprawled on
the bed, asleep and looking like he couldn't harm a fly, even if he
wanted to. That of course did little to calm John's rage, so he
grabbed the half-breed and shook him awake.

“You damn asshole. This is it.
I'm gonna deport your ass for good this time.”

But Balthazar only
sneered at him. “You know Johnny-Boy, I should really keep
count. You promised to deport me at least a dozen times during the
last few days and it's getting old.”

John resisted the
childish urge to stick his tongue out at the half-breed. Bastard.
They both knew, that it had always been an empty threat, but
Balthazar had never mentioned it before. His anger suddenly blown
away, John was left feeling only unbelievably tired.

“Scoot over.”

Ignoring Balthazar's
questioning look, he stretched out on the bed, next to the stunned
half-breed.

TBC...
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