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25 November 2010 @ 01:32 am
Brimstone Fic: A Meal to Be Thankful For  
Posted to lucifen

Title: A Meal to Be Thankful For
Pairing/Characters: Zeke, The Devil
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: Zeke enjoys a traditional Thanksgiving dinner in a diner
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"You know, Ezekiel, this attachment you have to eating?" Zeke didn't even look up from his plate of turkey and mashed potatoes. He'd grown used to the Devil just showing up wherever he wasn't wanted, which was everywhere. "It's just not healthy."

"And yet you keep reminding me that since I'm dead I don't have to worry about my health," he replied wryly, mopping up gravy with a piece of buttered roll - relishing the fatty goodness, as he rolled it over his tongue.

"Oh, but you do." When Zeke deigned to bother looking across the diner booth at his unwelcome companion, the Devil leaned forward, a look of concern on his face that had to be manufactured with some punchline in store since it couldn't be sincere. "You slow down, one of the damned souls gets the drop on you and it's pop pop!" He mimicked Zeke's eyes getting shot out. "Trust me, returning to Hell via the express route is most definitely hazardous to your health. I designed it that way," he added smugly.

"I'm making progress," Zeke tossed off, trying not to make it sound defensive. "In the mean time, a man's got to eat."

"Yes, but you're not a man. You're dead!" The Devil threw up his hands. "If you're willing to blow half the money in your pocket on some blue plate special just because a bunch of Puritan Pilgrims - who, by the way, weren't all that pure..." The Devil gave him a knowing wink. "Where was I? Oh yes, impure Puritans killing off the very Indians they pretended to be friends with. Ah, breaking bread and breaking promises... It's my kind of holiday. Still..." His mirth dissolved and he stared Zeke down, once again stern. "I'm not getting any younger, Ezekiel and every day those damned souls walk the earth offends me."

"You're going to live forever," Zeke drawled, pushing his now empty plate away. "I think you'll survive long enough for me to order dessert."

"Ingrate." The Devil huffed. "Get back to work."

By the time the waitress appeared the Devil was gone and Zeke was able to offer a genuine smile to the woman as she pulled a pencil from behind her ear to jot down his order on her pad.

"What kind of pie do you have for the holiday?" he asked.

"Pumpkin or apple."

Zeke felt the last of the money in his pocket, scarce as it was, but the smile didn't fade from his face.

"I'll take both."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 25th, 2010 09:32 am (UTC)
Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate the holiday.


Emma DeMarais
Ayesha: debbie's mebrowngirl on November 25th, 2010 01:03 pm (UTC)
Brimstone! I remember that! I remember this dynamic, perfectly recreated here. :D
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 25th, 2010 02:10 pm (UTC)
It always makes me happy when you write Brimstone fic. :-) Happy Thanksgiving to you to.
Indigo Catindigocat on November 25th, 2010 02:28 pm (UTC)
Loved it. Thanks.
keenoled marvel: jack's snowflakekeenoled on November 25th, 2010 02:30 pm (UTC)
Brimstone fic! Lovely, thanks. :)
lonelywalker: brimstone: otplonelywalker on November 25th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)

He'd grown used to the Devil just showing up wherever he wasn't wanted, which was everywhere.

Hee! And this is perfect, even though it made me very hungry.
Ariss Tenohariss_tenoh on November 26th, 2010 06:28 pm (UTC)
Loved this
Ozsaur: Skull (16th century Flemish psalter)ozsaur on November 30th, 2010 04:45 pm (UTC)
I guess the Devil will never understand that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. ;-)

Enjoyed it!