The Living Dead
Title: The Living Dead
Author: the_rev
Word Count: 200
Genre: FPS
Characters/Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: G
Warning: Bit fluffy.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Author's Comments: Challenge 13, "Night of the Living Dead", sans zombies, sadly!
Dan woke on the sofa, stiff and in pain, and the first thing he saw was Jones, perched on the sofa arm, watching him.
"Alright, Dan," Jones said, unsmiling.
"I've a bottle of pills about," Dan replied. Jones found them, brought him water, helped him to sit up, cast-bound arm and leg at odd angles beyond Dan’s control.
Jones sat beside him. "You're not dead, then?”
"No."
"I couldn't see you in hospital."
"Wouldn't."
"Yeah."
Dan patted his pockets for cigarettes but found none. "S'alright."
"Your hair's a mess,” Jones said.
"You've cut yours."
Jones smiled, ruffled his own hair. "Due for it."
They sat, Dan slumped, drug-lazy, Jones leaning into the weight of him. After a while Jones reached over and took Dan's un-cast hand, pulled it into his lap.
"No more jumping out windows, yeah?"
“Yeah." Dan looked at their joined hands, then up at Jones when Jones leaned over to kiss him softly. By the time his slow mind and slower muscles caught up and began to kiss back, Jones was pulling away, uncertainly, but Dan tightened his hold on Jones' hand until Jones smiled again.
Dan wondered. "That...?"
Jones grinned. "We were due for it, yeah."
Author: the_rev
Word Count: 200
Genre: FPS
Characters/Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: G
Warning: Bit fluffy.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Author's Comments: Challenge 13, "Night of the Living Dead", sans zombies, sadly!
Dan woke on the sofa, stiff and in pain, and the first thing he saw was Jones, perched on the sofa arm, watching him.
"Alright, Dan," Jones said, unsmiling.
"I've a bottle of pills about," Dan replied. Jones found them, brought him water, helped him to sit up, cast-bound arm and leg at odd angles beyond Dan’s control.
Jones sat beside him. "You're not dead, then?”
"No."
"I couldn't see you in hospital."
"Wouldn't."
"Yeah."
Dan patted his pockets for cigarettes but found none. "S'alright."
"Your hair's a mess,” Jones said.
"You've cut yours."
Jones smiled, ruffled his own hair. "Due for it."
They sat, Dan slumped, drug-lazy, Jones leaning into the weight of him. After a while Jones reached over and took Dan's un-cast hand, pulled it into his lap.
"No more jumping out windows, yeah?"
“Yeah." Dan looked at their joined hands, then up at Jones when Jones leaned over to kiss him softly. By the time his slow mind and slower muscles caught up and began to kiss back, Jones was pulling away, uncertainly, but Dan tightened his hold on Jones' hand until Jones smiled again.
Dan wondered. "That...?"
Jones grinned. "We were due for it, yeah."