FIC: And the deep blue sea
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nilchanceTitle: And the deep blue sea
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Rating: Adult
Pairing: the Losers, gen
A/N: I was going to write fix-it fic for the end of the comics, vol 5. This is more like that fic. Warnings would be spoilers for the comics vol 1-5, so it's under the cut. Takes place 8 months before all the other fics.
Warnings: canon character death (Clay, Cougar, Roque and Aisha). Medical stuff.
It takes him months to wake. When he does, the nurse seems surprised. "Sir," she starts, then stops. "I'll get you some ice chips. Your mouth must be dry."
Understatement. His mouth is like the desolate emptiness of that trash-scattered beach, all the sky above him and the gulls and the taste of ash. His body feels ill-fitting and, when he tries to move, too slowed by drugs.
"Sir, don't do that," she scolds him. She offers him the cup, holds it for him as if he's a child. "You've been very hurt."
He snorts, even though it hurts and she frowns at him. The ice is heaven in his parched throat. He lifts his head, ignoring the protesting sound she makes, and looks down at the wasteland of his body. It's not as bad as he was afraid, though he looks shrunken and starved and badly stuffed with straw to try to reshape him. He is mostly whole. The burns must not have been as bad as he thought.
The angelitos care for fools.
"Where?" he asks, his voice scraped thin.
She tells him.
"When?" he asks.
She tells him. Months lost in pain and what he realizes now are drugs, the syrupy thickness of morphine coming down the IV. "Your leg was badly burned," she adds stiffly, reading whatever expression just crossed his face. "You were in an induced coma for a while. Skin grafts, muscle grafts..."
He grunts. "Radiation poisoning?"
"No." The nurse smiles. "Miraculously, no. I don't know how the he-- heck not, but no."
Slowly, thoughtfully, he reaches for the morphine pump. He doesn't know how bad the pain will be, but he cranks the dial down. Ignores her protest. He will not lie here any longer than he has to. He has places to be. "Get the doctor," he says to her without turning his head. Adds, after a moment, "Por favor."
"Sure," she says, a sardonic edge in her voice. "Anything else I can do for you, since you're giving orders?"
"Yes," he says. "Where is my hat?"
Author:
nilchanceRating: Adult
Pairing: the Losers, gen
A/N: I was going to write fix-it fic for the end of the comics, vol 5. This is more like that fic. Warnings would be spoilers for the comics vol 1-5, so it's under the cut. Takes place 8 months before all the other fics.
Warnings: canon character death (Clay, Cougar, Roque and Aisha). Medical stuff.
It takes him months to wake. When he does, the nurse seems surprised. "Sir," she starts, then stops. "I'll get you some ice chips. Your mouth must be dry."
Understatement. His mouth is like the desolate emptiness of that trash-scattered beach, all the sky above him and the gulls and the taste of ash. His body feels ill-fitting and, when he tries to move, too slowed by drugs.
"Sir, don't do that," she scolds him. She offers him the cup, holds it for him as if he's a child. "You've been very hurt."
He snorts, even though it hurts and she frowns at him. The ice is heaven in his parched throat. He lifts his head, ignoring the protesting sound she makes, and looks down at the wasteland of his body. It's not as bad as he was afraid, though he looks shrunken and starved and badly stuffed with straw to try to reshape him. He is mostly whole. The burns must not have been as bad as he thought.
The angelitos care for fools.
"Where?" he asks, his voice scraped thin.
She tells him.
"When?" he asks.
She tells him. Months lost in pain and what he realizes now are drugs, the syrupy thickness of morphine coming down the IV. "Your leg was badly burned," she adds stiffly, reading whatever expression just crossed his face. "You were in an induced coma for a while. Skin grafts, muscle grafts..."
He grunts. "Radiation poisoning?"
"No." The nurse smiles. "Miraculously, no. I don't know how the he-- heck not, but no."
Slowly, thoughtfully, he reaches for the morphine pump. He doesn't know how bad the pain will be, but he cranks the dial down. Ignores her protest. He will not lie here any longer than he has to. He has places to be. "Get the doctor," he says to her without turning his head. Adds, after a moment, "Por favor."
"Sure," she says, a sardonic edge in her voice. "Anything else I can do for you, since you're giving orders?"
"Yes," he says. "Where is my hat?"
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Date: 2010-05-14 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-14 07:35 pm (UTC)ANGELITOS
at this point i have to stop reading to spare five seconds to flail. please tell me you're writing a reunion continuation? Please? :DDDDD
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Date: 2010-05-14 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-14 08:20 pm (UTC)I seem to be saying that a lot lately :D
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Date: 2010-05-14 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-14 10:32 pm (UTC)I love cougar and jensen so goshdarn much - I can't tell you how much this makes me squee and smile! My battered heart is clinging to this right now - thank you so much for making my day!
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Date: 2010-05-15 12:43 am (UTC)But then you went and did this. Now the cracks are sealing back up. And all it took was, 'Where is my hat?' because Cougar has places he needs to be, like fixing Jensen!
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Date: 2010-05-15 01:21 am (UTC)I have nothing coherent to say about how much I LOVE THIS!
There is only high-pitched noises only dogs can hear!
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Date: 2010-05-15 08:18 am (UTC)I wanna have his babies! though...Jensen might not be too happy about that, so I'll settle for having yours. XD
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Date: 2010-05-15 10:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-15 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-18 07:21 am (UTC)Who can do this? =D
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Date: 2010-05-16 05:29 am (UTC)*Scrolls back to top and sees this is set 8 months before the other fics.* *bounces like hyper bunny on crack*
So... that means.. really? Jensen didn't halucinate in Vegas!! :D Please tell me there's more!! :D
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Date: 2010-05-16 10:42 am (UTC)Though, I feel a tiny bit sorry for Jensen thinking himself crazy, Cougar needs to improve his stalking skills, they're terrible for a man who called himself a sniper.
Although... Jensen could just be hyper-aware, which would make sense with the whole PTSD thing.no subject
Date: 2010-05-17 07:09 am (UTC)Eeeee!!!!
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Date: 2010-05-18 06:09 pm (UTC)^_____________________________________________^
that's about what I look like, from kitty!Jensen, to alive!Cougar, to the awesomeness that were Jolene and Jensen's family, all of it, pure win, and I want to read so much more!
So yeah, love it.
But this one specially.
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Date: 2012-03-08 07:54 am (UTC)This fic still makes me smile and tear up like a loon.
You're freaking awesome.
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-01 02:01 am (UTC)And fic is awesome. Oh how much fic you've written that I now get to read. I love it!
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Date: 2010-07-21 04:01 pm (UTC)