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[#025] Sometimes Love Don't Feel Like it Should (Strike Back)
Theme Prompt: #025 – Hurts So Good
Title: Sometimes Love Don’t Feel Like it Should
Fandom: Strike Back
Rating/Warnings: R for Language and other general Damian Scott shenanigans
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 643
Summary: The thrust back into consciousness again is slow and painful, the sudden awareness coming that literally everything hurts and not in the good way.
Plink – Plink – Plink – Plink
The sound is the first thing Damian notices as he starts to come to, the slow and steady tinkle of water into something made of metal. It’s faint enough that most people probably wouldn’t have noticed but steady enough that it was starting to drive him a little fucking crazy and he hasn’t been conscious all that long. The thrust back into consciousness again is slow and painful, the sudden awareness coming that literally everything hurts and not in the good way.
Training and instincts kick in before actual thought does and he plants his hands on the ground to try and push himself up into a sitting position, but the pain that ripples through him at the even suggestion of motion doesn’t have him moving very far. He tries. He tries very hard to get up and get eyes on his partner (Stonebridge has to be around here somewhere) but while the mind is willing, the body is not able.
“Fuck me,” he says as he drops back down against the stone floor beneath him with a groan, and it isn’t long after that he hears a matching sound from further down the room, a very familiar, very British timbre cataloguing his displeasure for the current situation they’re in as well.
“Shit,” Stonebridge hisses, and while there will always be part of Damian’s brain that marvels about how British people can still sound polite, even when they’re trying to sound as crude and crass as possible, now isn’t really the time to indulge it.
“Mike? That you, buddy?” Speaking out in the open probably is the best way to get their captors’ attention, but he doesn’t really have any other way to communicate at the moment – it’s not like he an move his hands.
“Yeah, it’s me.” There’s the sound of shifting somewhere to Damian’s left, and he tries to crane his neck to see Stonebridge pushing himself into a sitting position, taking the time to scan the room like the good soldier that he is. “Can you move?”
“Moving seems to be ill-advised at the moment,” Damian sighs, as he makes another attempt at getting into a sitting position, driven only by the sheer desire not to be one-upped by his partner. If Stonebridge could move, he could move. “But I’ll make it work.”
Stonebridge is at his side in an instant, glancing him over and making sure that he really is well enough to move and not just being a stubborn son of a bitch. Damian can’t necessarily guarantee that he isn’t, so for right now he’ll indulge him. “How much pain are you in?”
“Just enough to start to feel good,” he laughs. “Let’s you know you’re alive.” Stonebridge rolls his eyes before footsteps start to sound in the hallway and he looks over at Damian like he isn’t sure that moving is the best idea – that maybe they should try a longer game, but he and Damian know the same truth. They’re both shit at the longer game. “We need to move,” Damian replies, driving that thought home. “And we need to move now.”
“Are you sure you can make it?”
“Yes.” No. Not even a fucking little. “And when we do get out of here? You are getting me so much morphine.”
Stonebridge snorts in response, before pulling one of Damian’s arms over his shoulder and starts to haul him up onto his feet. It’s like stars exploding in front of his eyes, and is promptly followed by a long chain of expletives to indicate just how unhappy he is with his current situation, but he’s on his feet, and that’s the thing that matters.
“Are you sure you’re alright to move?”
“Morphine, buddy,” he says, giving his partner a serious look as he starts moving forward. “Just get me to the morphine.”
Title: Sometimes Love Don’t Feel Like it Should
Fandom: Strike Back
Rating/Warnings: R for Language and other general Damian Scott shenanigans
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 643
Summary: The thrust back into consciousness again is slow and painful, the sudden awareness coming that literally everything hurts and not in the good way.
Plink – Plink – Plink – Plink
The sound is the first thing Damian notices as he starts to come to, the slow and steady tinkle of water into something made of metal. It’s faint enough that most people probably wouldn’t have noticed but steady enough that it was starting to drive him a little fucking crazy and he hasn’t been conscious all that long. The thrust back into consciousness again is slow and painful, the sudden awareness coming that literally everything hurts and not in the good way.
Training and instincts kick in before actual thought does and he plants his hands on the ground to try and push himself up into a sitting position, but the pain that ripples through him at the even suggestion of motion doesn’t have him moving very far. He tries. He tries very hard to get up and get eyes on his partner (Stonebridge has to be around here somewhere) but while the mind is willing, the body is not able.
“Fuck me,” he says as he drops back down against the stone floor beneath him with a groan, and it isn’t long after that he hears a matching sound from further down the room, a very familiar, very British timbre cataloguing his displeasure for the current situation they’re in as well.
“Shit,” Stonebridge hisses, and while there will always be part of Damian’s brain that marvels about how British people can still sound polite, even when they’re trying to sound as crude and crass as possible, now isn’t really the time to indulge it.
“Mike? That you, buddy?” Speaking out in the open probably is the best way to get their captors’ attention, but he doesn’t really have any other way to communicate at the moment – it’s not like he an move his hands.
“Yeah, it’s me.” There’s the sound of shifting somewhere to Damian’s left, and he tries to crane his neck to see Stonebridge pushing himself into a sitting position, taking the time to scan the room like the good soldier that he is. “Can you move?”
“Moving seems to be ill-advised at the moment,” Damian sighs, as he makes another attempt at getting into a sitting position, driven only by the sheer desire not to be one-upped by his partner. If Stonebridge could move, he could move. “But I’ll make it work.”
Stonebridge is at his side in an instant, glancing him over and making sure that he really is well enough to move and not just being a stubborn son of a bitch. Damian can’t necessarily guarantee that he isn’t, so for right now he’ll indulge him. “How much pain are you in?”
“Just enough to start to feel good,” he laughs. “Let’s you know you’re alive.” Stonebridge rolls his eyes before footsteps start to sound in the hallway and he looks over at Damian like he isn’t sure that moving is the best idea – that maybe they should try a longer game, but he and Damian know the same truth. They’re both shit at the longer game. “We need to move,” Damian replies, driving that thought home. “And we need to move now.”
“Are you sure you can make it?”
“Yes.” No. Not even a fucking little. “And when we do get out of here? You are getting me so much morphine.”
Stonebridge snorts in response, before pulling one of Damian’s arms over his shoulder and starts to haul him up onto his feet. It’s like stars exploding in front of his eyes, and is promptly followed by a long chain of expletives to indicate just how unhappy he is with his current situation, but he’s on his feet, and that’s the thing that matters.
“Are you sure you’re alright to move?”
“Morphine, buddy,” he says, giving his partner a serious look as he starts moving forward. “Just get me to the morphine.”
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I don't know the fandom, but the characters are an interesting pair.
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