Kink Meme Part 10
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This meme is open to het and slash pairings, to gen prompts and fills, and to RPF. You are welcome to post anonymously or as a logged-in user.
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“I’m older than him. And taller,” Face mumbles, and she tries not to laugh.
Scooter shakes his head from the doorway, some of the distress fading from his eyes, leaning his bulk onto the frame as she continues, “Doesn’t matter. He’s your big brother, and you got hurt. And he blames himself, though it clearly wasn’t his fault.”
“It wasn’t,” comes that soft voice again. “In fact, it’s because of him the mission was a success at all. He got what we needed, then covered Hannibal when he had to help me back to the chopper. I was pretty shaky.”
“And that wasn’t your fault, either.” She reassures him quickly, hearing the note of self-blame in Face’s tired voice. “Sounds like just what you both said - a job gone wrong. At least you all walked away from it.”
“How’d you get so wise, Mama?” At Scooter’s voice, Face stiffens and tries to pull away. She lets him up part way, taking hold of his elbows to keep him close as her son comes to perch on the coffee table near to them both. “Seriously, you amaze me every time.”
She reaches one hand out to her son and smiles at him as he takes it. She doesn’t feel very wise, not at all. She never has done. The experiences these men go through on a daily basis are completely beyond her understanding, and she wishes she knew how to help them through this better than she is. She’s never had a near-death experience like Face; something so simple, like Scooter had told her, a swimming pool rather than the bullets they must brace themselves for on each and every mission. If any of them can ever truly be braced for death - again, a shudder passes through her at the very thought of losing her baby boy, losing any of them. If a hug and some comforting words can lighten their loads, that seems the very least she can do.
“I don’t know about wise or amazing,” she says now, pushing all thoughts of death and loss away with a determined effort. “But I know you both got to find a way past this. It’s all over now, and you’re safe with me.”
The two men share a long look, and she just watches them, waiting. There is clearly a silent conversation of sorts going on - Face quirks an eyebrow, Scooter smiles a fraction - then Face holds out a fist. The gesture is lost on her, until her son nods and holds out a fist of his own, and they meet with a little bump. Utterly adorable, and her heart just melts - a man-hug of sorts.
They really need to talk, she thinks, though they are only men. Army men at that, and probably incapable of discussing their emotions with each other. She can help with that, if they need her, or she could give them their space for now, give them a chance. They are both anything but ordinary men, after all.
“I need tea,” she announces, and both men look round at her, a little stunned as if they’d forgotten her presence.
“Let me - ” Face starts to get up, but she presses him back down into the sofa with a gentle hand on his shoulder, levering herself up at the same time.
“Stay,” she tells them. “Talk, or don’t. But just relax, the pair of you.” Leaning down, she kisses them both on the forehead once before heading towards the kitchen, gathering up the plates and the remnants of her birthday cake as she goes. “I love you both, boys.”
“Love you too, Mama,” comes the reply from not one but two voices, and she turns back briefly to see Scooter shift over into her abandoned seat next to Face. With a small smile, she leaves them to it, trying not to listen in as they start to talk.
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B.A. asking Murdock if he had crashed anything yet made me chuckle and Face waiting to Hannibal to call him and telling Mama that they could have had some time together if they hadn't be delayed.
Love the protective B.A. watching over Face and Mama from the doorway and the little fist bump!
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