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Title: When Harvey Met Linkara
Characters: Linkara, Harvey Finevoice, Insano
Summary: Harvey's had enough.
Rating: PG for a couple of swears.
A/N: Behold, the thing everybody else did before I could get it finished! -_-; It's cool, I don't think anyone else has done a "when they met" thing, so I'm pretty sure I'm still somewhat original. Also: nebulous time periods for the win! \o/
The floor was cold, the pillow was flat, and Harvey Finevoice was pissed. Of course he'd let the kid take the bed. Because Tony was right and he was a big soft idiot.
Harvey punched his pillow. Tony was not right, he told himself angrily. Tony was a dope who couldn't string two notes together, or aim a gun besides.
And Tony hadn't seen the kid, slumped against the wall, covered in his own blood and the hole in his sleeve still smoking. Tony hadn't flashed back to so many identical scenes, so many other kids, so much blood and smoke it made his jaw clench and his head ache.
Tony hadn't had enough.
Harvey had.
He'd called in a favor and had the kid patched up. The guy knew better than to ask questions, particularly about the resemblance. Harvey was still trying to wrap his own head around that one. And that was why he was still here - if someone was gunning for guys that looked like him, he needed to know who. Who had a gun with bullets that left perfectly smooth, round holes. Who left a kid laying on the sidewalk to bleed to death. Harvey shifted, shaking the image away. Why would probably be the next question, as far out of the game as he was.
The doc had stitched him up as best he could, wrapping him in enough gauze to mummify an elephant, and Harvey had tossed him into the bed before taking his place on the (hard, cold) floor. There was a clicking noise coming from somewhere. Mixed with the kid's occasional grunts of pain, it wasn't exactly making for a favorable sleeping environment. Harvey was beginning to consider just giving the kid a proper concussion when a whiteness filled the room, blinding him and leaving a man in a labcoat in his wake.
The man was confused, frowning between the kid and Harvey before shrugging and swinging his foot into Harvey's chest. Harvey rolled, coughing, and the man went to the bed, saying something about two men in a hotel room and giggling madly at his own quip. The kid was awake, struggling to get up, and Harvey yelled out for him to stay put. His gun, he needed his gun. His gun was in the cabinet, on the other side of the room. Dammit. He ran for it, sliding to a halt when the labcoat-clad man aimed his own weapon at him. Harvey could see now, he was wearing goggles...large, round goggles with a spiral pattern. He was clearly a lunatic, and Harvey told him as much.
The man just grinned, and corrected him. "Insane is the word you're looking for."
The kid shoved himself out of bed and onto the other man, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Harvey made a run for the cabinet, hearing the kid cry out as he try to use his injured arm. He aimed his gun at the man in the goggles just as the weapon was aimed at him again, albeit upside down.
"I'll do to you what I did to him!" the man screeched. Harvey felt white-hot anger in his chest.
"Mine's bigger," he said with what he thought was an amazing amount of calm, given the situation. "It makes a lot more holes a lot quicker."
The man scowled, kneeing the kid hard in the gut. He rolled onto the floor, wheezing, and with a second flash of light the man was gone. Harvey blinked, swore, and knelt next to the kid. "You alright, kid?"
"No," the kid groaned, rolling onto his back with a wince. "I will be."
"Not if you keep tryin' to fight insane dentists with one good arm, you ain't. C'mere." The kid gave him a confused look as he helped him back into the bed, realization not dawning until he was seated on the mattress.
"Insano," he said quietly. "His name's Doctor Insano."
"And he's the one gave you that new breathin' hole?"
"...yeah." The kid laid a hand over the gauze on his arm. "Did you - "
"Nah," Harvey said quickly. "I'm no good with crap like that. I called I guy. What's yer name, kid?"
The kid looked up at him, confusion plain on his face. Harvey tried not to let his own show, tried to look like he knew what the hell had just happened, like his heart wasn't still going a million miles an hour.
"...Linkara," he said finally, and Harvey allowed a small smirk through.
"Harvey," he replied, offering his hand. "Harvey Finevoice." Linkara shook it, briefly and with a wince, and Harvey gestured at the bed. "Get some rest, kid. We'll get you home in the morning."
Linkara hesitated, frowning slightly at Harvey before shifting stiffly back under the covers. Harvey returned to his flat pillow, laying the gun next to it.
His voice was quiet in the darkened room, so much so that Harvey almost didn't hear it. "Harvey?"
"Yeah?"
"...thanks. I owe you one."
"...go to sleep, kid." Silence filled the room once more, and Harvey tried to find a position on the pillow that made him stop thinking.
Big soft idiot, Tony had said. Tony might have had a point.
Fuck Tony.
Characters: Linkara, Harvey Finevoice, Insano
Summary: Harvey's had enough.
Rating: PG for a couple of swears.
A/N: Behold, the thing everybody else did before I could get it finished! -_-; It's cool, I don't think anyone else has done a "when they met" thing, so I'm pretty sure I'm still somewhat original. Also: nebulous time periods for the win! \o/
The floor was cold, the pillow was flat, and Harvey Finevoice was pissed. Of course he'd let the kid take the bed. Because Tony was right and he was a big soft idiot.
Harvey punched his pillow. Tony was not right, he told himself angrily. Tony was a dope who couldn't string two notes together, or aim a gun besides.
And Tony hadn't seen the kid, slumped against the wall, covered in his own blood and the hole in his sleeve still smoking. Tony hadn't flashed back to so many identical scenes, so many other kids, so much blood and smoke it made his jaw clench and his head ache.
Tony hadn't had enough.
Harvey had.
He'd called in a favor and had the kid patched up. The guy knew better than to ask questions, particularly about the resemblance. Harvey was still trying to wrap his own head around that one. And that was why he was still here - if someone was gunning for guys that looked like him, he needed to know who. Who had a gun with bullets that left perfectly smooth, round holes. Who left a kid laying on the sidewalk to bleed to death. Harvey shifted, shaking the image away. Why would probably be the next question, as far out of the game as he was.
The doc had stitched him up as best he could, wrapping him in enough gauze to mummify an elephant, and Harvey had tossed him into the bed before taking his place on the (hard, cold) floor. There was a clicking noise coming from somewhere. Mixed with the kid's occasional grunts of pain, it wasn't exactly making for a favorable sleeping environment. Harvey was beginning to consider just giving the kid a proper concussion when a whiteness filled the room, blinding him and leaving a man in a labcoat in his wake.
The man was confused, frowning between the kid and Harvey before shrugging and swinging his foot into Harvey's chest. Harvey rolled, coughing, and the man went to the bed, saying something about two men in a hotel room and giggling madly at his own quip. The kid was awake, struggling to get up, and Harvey yelled out for him to stay put. His gun, he needed his gun. His gun was in the cabinet, on the other side of the room. Dammit. He ran for it, sliding to a halt when the labcoat-clad man aimed his own weapon at him. Harvey could see now, he was wearing goggles...large, round goggles with a spiral pattern. He was clearly a lunatic, and Harvey told him as much.
The man just grinned, and corrected him. "Insane is the word you're looking for."
The kid shoved himself out of bed and onto the other man, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Harvey made a run for the cabinet, hearing the kid cry out as he try to use his injured arm. He aimed his gun at the man in the goggles just as the weapon was aimed at him again, albeit upside down.
"I'll do to you what I did to him!" the man screeched. Harvey felt white-hot anger in his chest.
"Mine's bigger," he said with what he thought was an amazing amount of calm, given the situation. "It makes a lot more holes a lot quicker."
The man scowled, kneeing the kid hard in the gut. He rolled onto the floor, wheezing, and with a second flash of light the man was gone. Harvey blinked, swore, and knelt next to the kid. "You alright, kid?"
"No," the kid groaned, rolling onto his back with a wince. "I will be."
"Not if you keep tryin' to fight insane dentists with one good arm, you ain't. C'mere." The kid gave him a confused look as he helped him back into the bed, realization not dawning until he was seated on the mattress.
"Insano," he said quietly. "His name's Doctor Insano."
"And he's the one gave you that new breathin' hole?"
"...yeah." The kid laid a hand over the gauze on his arm. "Did you - "
"Nah," Harvey said quickly. "I'm no good with crap like that. I called I guy. What's yer name, kid?"
The kid looked up at him, confusion plain on his face. Harvey tried not to let his own show, tried to look like he knew what the hell had just happened, like his heart wasn't still going a million miles an hour.
"...Linkara," he said finally, and Harvey allowed a small smirk through.
"Harvey," he replied, offering his hand. "Harvey Finevoice." Linkara shook it, briefly and with a wince, and Harvey gestured at the bed. "Get some rest, kid. We'll get you home in the morning."
Linkara hesitated, frowning slightly at Harvey before shifting stiffly back under the covers. Harvey returned to his flat pillow, laying the gun next to it.
His voice was quiet in the darkened room, so much so that Harvey almost didn't hear it. "Harvey?"
"Yeah?"
"...thanks. I owe you one."
"...go to sleep, kid." Silence filled the room once more, and Harvey tried to find a position on the pillow that made him stop thinking.
Big soft idiot, Tony had said. Tony might have had a point.
Fuck Tony.