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Title: Panicked, part 1
Pairing: Eventual Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, memory loss, and eventually will deal with non-con.
Summary: Eames is kidnapped in Mombasa and only starts to remember what happened after seeing Arthur a few weeks later… (Based off of this prompt from the inceptionkink meme, but changed quite a bit.)
Word Count: 623 this part, there are about ten parts. Its kind of long!
Disclaimer/Author's note: This is my first story I've ever posted anywhere, so I hope its okay. This part was beta'd by the amazing fitz_y and first posted unbeta'd on the kink meme - this is the slightly better version, with a few small changes. Also, none of the characters, machines, or situations you recognise are mine.
Part One
Later Yusuf would tell him that he found him bloodied and moaning on his doorstep ('like a girl,' he'd added helpfully, after a second). Two guys in balaclavas had shoved guns into Yusuf's face and yelled 'You tell him this is just a warning', then peeled away in a blue van before Yusuf could gather himself to ask any questions.
'So, you wanna tell me about this warning?' Yusuf asked, after they were settled in the kitchen of his flat and Eames had fully regained consciousness. He opened the freezer and looked for something to put on Eames' face, while Eames sat at the table, gingerly moving his wrist.
'I think it's broken,' he said, distractedly. Eames widened his eyes, trying to look through the eye not swollen shut. 'And this is my wanking hand, shit.'
'Eames.' Yusuf closed the freezer with a bag of frost-bitten vegetables, sounding stern as Eames now squinted in his direction. 'Who was that?'
Eames accepted the frozen veggies with his good wrist, and pressed them to one side of his face, hissing as he did so. The cold felt good in the heat, even without the relief it brought to the bruised eye. 'I dunno,' he said, his voice slightly muffled by the vegetables.
'They said it was a warning. I figured that meant you knew them.'
'Yeah, well, I don't. And there are a lot of people who might want to issue me warnings; I'm not sure who's at the top of the list this week.'
Yusuf lifted an eyebrow. 'Oh to live such an exciting life,' he said sarcastically.
Eames tried to smile, although with his split lip it came out looking slightly grotesque. 'I see through your jest, good friend, and am aware of the jealousy beneath.'
'Tea?' Yusuf asked, already starting to boil water. Eames nodded, and Yusuf headed back to his fridge to get his milk. 'So, your wrist's broken. Anything else? What did they do to you?'
'I'm not sure it's broken,' Eames admitted, his attention returning to the swollen wrist. 'But it hurts.' He tried to move it again and stopped after a second, taking a deep breath and focusing on Yusuf. 'Other than that, I'm afraid they were a bit dull, really. The eye and lip look a bit fancy, but I'm not sure if they even cracked more than one rib. I've had better tosses with grade schoolers.'
'A rib and your wrist?' Yusuf snorted as he put two Earl Gray tea bags into mismatched teacups. 'That ought to put a kink in your private time.' He looked up, once again serious. 'How long did they have you? What did they want?'
'Oh the usual. Details of how I've slept with all their wives, the millions of pounds I have squirrelled away somewhere.' Eames adjusted the bag of vegetables to see if Yusuf took the bait. He didn't, so Eames continued. 'Really, it was all very… basic. A bit of roughing up, some vague threats - I'll pay off a debt or two and this will be just a bad memory.'
Yusuf poured the water over the tea bags and shook his head, raising an eyebrow and smiling wryly. 'So glad you can brush this off so easily.'
Eames attempted another grotesque smile at him, but his mind was elsewhere already. It was true that he'd had worse 'warnings' before, but this one was weighing on his mind more than he was used to. In truth, he didn't know what this warning was supposed to be because he couldn't remember a thing from any of it. His last memory was going to sleep in his own Mombasa flat on Monday evening - and then he was waking up to a concerned Yusuf shaking him on his doorstep.
Add in that Eames had already noticed the recent needle pricks on his broken wrist and he was afraid this is all about something rather more serious than gambling debts.
Part Two
Pairing: Eventual Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, memory loss, and eventually will deal with non-con.
Summary: Eames is kidnapped in Mombasa and only starts to remember what happened after seeing Arthur a few weeks later… (Based off of this prompt from the inceptionkink meme, but changed quite a bit.)
Word Count: 623 this part, there are about ten parts. Its kind of long!
Disclaimer/Author's note: This is my first story I've ever posted anywhere, so I hope its okay. This part was beta'd by the amazing fitz_y and first posted unbeta'd on the kink meme - this is the slightly better version, with a few small changes. Also, none of the characters, machines, or situations you recognise are mine.
Part One
Later Yusuf would tell him that he found him bloodied and moaning on his doorstep ('like a girl,' he'd added helpfully, after a second). Two guys in balaclavas had shoved guns into Yusuf's face and yelled 'You tell him this is just a warning', then peeled away in a blue van before Yusuf could gather himself to ask any questions.
'So, you wanna tell me about this warning?' Yusuf asked, after they were settled in the kitchen of his flat and Eames had fully regained consciousness. He opened the freezer and looked for something to put on Eames' face, while Eames sat at the table, gingerly moving his wrist.
'I think it's broken,' he said, distractedly. Eames widened his eyes, trying to look through the eye not swollen shut. 'And this is my wanking hand, shit.'
'Eames.' Yusuf closed the freezer with a bag of frost-bitten vegetables, sounding stern as Eames now squinted in his direction. 'Who was that?'
Eames accepted the frozen veggies with his good wrist, and pressed them to one side of his face, hissing as he did so. The cold felt good in the heat, even without the relief it brought to the bruised eye. 'I dunno,' he said, his voice slightly muffled by the vegetables.
'They said it was a warning. I figured that meant you knew them.'
'Yeah, well, I don't. And there are a lot of people who might want to issue me warnings; I'm not sure who's at the top of the list this week.'
Yusuf lifted an eyebrow. 'Oh to live such an exciting life,' he said sarcastically.
Eames tried to smile, although with his split lip it came out looking slightly grotesque. 'I see through your jest, good friend, and am aware of the jealousy beneath.'
'Tea?' Yusuf asked, already starting to boil water. Eames nodded, and Yusuf headed back to his fridge to get his milk. 'So, your wrist's broken. Anything else? What did they do to you?'
'I'm not sure it's broken,' Eames admitted, his attention returning to the swollen wrist. 'But it hurts.' He tried to move it again and stopped after a second, taking a deep breath and focusing on Yusuf. 'Other than that, I'm afraid they were a bit dull, really. The eye and lip look a bit fancy, but I'm not sure if they even cracked more than one rib. I've had better tosses with grade schoolers.'
'A rib and your wrist?' Yusuf snorted as he put two Earl Gray tea bags into mismatched teacups. 'That ought to put a kink in your private time.' He looked up, once again serious. 'How long did they have you? What did they want?'
'Oh the usual. Details of how I've slept with all their wives, the millions of pounds I have squirrelled away somewhere.' Eames adjusted the bag of vegetables to see if Yusuf took the bait. He didn't, so Eames continued. 'Really, it was all very… basic. A bit of roughing up, some vague threats - I'll pay off a debt or two and this will be just a bad memory.'
Yusuf poured the water over the tea bags and shook his head, raising an eyebrow and smiling wryly. 'So glad you can brush this off so easily.'
Eames attempted another grotesque smile at him, but his mind was elsewhere already. It was true that he'd had worse 'warnings' before, but this one was weighing on his mind more than he was used to. In truth, he didn't know what this warning was supposed to be because he couldn't remember a thing from any of it. His last memory was going to sleep in his own Mombasa flat on Monday evening - and then he was waking up to a concerned Yusuf shaking him on his doorstep.
Add in that Eames had already noticed the recent needle pricks on his broken wrist and he was afraid this is all about something rather more serious than gambling debts.
Part Two