FAKE Triple Drabble: Aftermath - Sequel to ‘Saved’
Title: Aftermath - Sequel to ‘Saved’
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, JJ, Bikky & Carol
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 2 Act 5.
Summary: In the aftermath, wounds are treated and reassurances given.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: And we finish up with a triple drabble! Dialogue is borrowed from the manga.
It was over.
Back in his room, Ryo could finally relax, sitting on his bed while Dee patched up his wounds. He had a cut on his cheek, a gash to his arm, and a multitude of smaller cuts and scrapes, but miraculously he’d survived an attack by a deranged serial killer.
The Assistant Inspector had turned out to be an okay guy, in Ryo’s opinion anyway. Dee still seemed rather disgruntled, though he’d gotten away with beating up the suspect.
Ryo’s thoughts were dragged away from the other police officer when Dee delicately licked his grazed knuckles and kissed the back of his hand. His voice shook as he spoke.
“When I remembered you were part-Japanese, my heart stopped cold in my chest. I mean it.” Dee leant his head against Ryo’s shoulder, still gently holding his hand.
“I know. Thanks, Dee.”
What might have happened next, they’d never know, because JJ chose that moment to burst through the door, frantic over Dee, who wasn’t impressed.
“What’s with you barging in on us every single time things are going just right?”
Huh. Ryo should’ve guessed Dee had ulterior motives; he never changed! He was still fuming when Bikky and Carol rushed in, worried for his safety. After reassuring them that he was fine, Ryo ushered them from the room, leaving Dee to JJ’s tender mercies. Okay, so it was kinda cruel, but really, Dee brought it on himself. His panicked voice followed the trio as they closed the door behind them.
“Don’t leave me here all alone with JJ!! Please?” Ryo hardened his heart, ignoring his partner’s pleas. At least he could get a respite from Dee’s attentions. He steadfastly ignored the little voice at the back of his mind, asking, “Are you sure that’s what you really want?”
The End