Now Lead Me To My Home
Disclaimer: If it were mine, they'd be canon.
Fandom: Rookie Blue
Ship: Dov/Chris/Gail (OT3)
Warnings: non-graphic threesome fic, spoilers for "Stung"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 555
Soundtrack: "Everywhere I Go" (Lissie)
Summary: Chris had told him to go for what he wants... And now he thinks he knows what that is.
Author's Notes: OT3 fic, set at the end of "Stung" (S2.E5). Title is from "Everywhere I Go" by Lissie, which you should totally listen to while you read this fic.
Now Lead Me To My Home
Rookie Blue - Dov/Chris/Gail
The thing is, standing perfectly still is really kinda tiring. Especially when you’re standing on a bomb, because, you know... heart racing, muscles twitching, palms sweating, all that stuff. So by the time the pretty bomb squad girl pulls him off the pressure plate and out of the house, Dov pretty much just wants to go home and sleep for, like, a year.
Miraculously, home is waiting for him right there on the lawn. Chris, solid and handsome in his uniform, trying to stay strong for the girls. Gail, huddled to his side in the cold air, eyes as cool and icy silver-blue as ever, but this time he sees concern etched deep into the lines around them. And then they see him, and they surge toward him, wrapping him in strong arms and warm touches and the kind of genuine care he’d never really expected to receive.
The rest of the night, the two of them don’t stray far from his side. They’re still Gail and Chris, of course, so she’s lashing out and he’s babbling cheerfully, but Dov sees it for what it is. They love him.
It’s something of a revelation, really. He’s been feeling like the third wheel in the apartment lately, like maybe Gail and Chris would be happier if he weren’t there. But faced with the very real possibility of losing him (“You could have died,” she exclaims), they appear to be drawing closer, pulling Dov tighter into the odd little tangle of whatever it is they have. Now, it seems, the three of them are a unit. A family.
Later, sitting between his two roommates in a corner booth at the Black Penny, he finds himself smiling. (When asked why, he says he’s just glad to be alive, but that’s only half the truth.) He’s warm and comfortable, bathed the mingling scents of Chris’s sandalwood body wash and Gail’s amber-vanilla perfume. It’s Chris, of course, who notices that Dov’s starting to nod off and decides it’s time for the three of them to head home.
Tired as he is, Dov can’t sleep. Images of the day keep flashing behind his eyelids. The only thing in his head as he’d stood on that bomb had been Chris and Gail. He remembers Chris’s eyes, wide and terrified even as he’d reassured Dov that everything would be fine. He remembers his hands, warm around Dov’s, as if holding on would help. And Gail -- Gail had managed to drop her tough girl act long enough to wrap Dov up tight and bury her face in his neck, sighing relief against his skin.
Dov sits up, turning things over in his mind.
Chris had told him to go for what he wants, made him promise. And now he thinks he knows what that is.
He slides out from under his blankets, pads quietly down the hall, and taps on their door. He’s not entirely surprised to find them still awake.
“Can’t sleep,” he murmurs.
Chris waves him over to the bed. Gail smiles welcomingly.
Tucked cozily into the nest of their bodies, he drifts off to sleep, knowing that he’s safe here with the two people he loves most in the world... safe and warm at home where he belongs.
Fandom: Rookie Blue
Ship: Dov/Chris/Gail (OT3)
Warnings: non-graphic threesome fic, spoilers for "Stung"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 555
Soundtrack: "Everywhere I Go" (Lissie)
Summary: Chris had told him to go for what he wants... And now he thinks he knows what that is.
Author's Notes: OT3 fic, set at the end of "Stung" (S2.E5). Title is from "Everywhere I Go" by Lissie, which you should totally listen to while you read this fic.
Now Lead Me To My Home
Rookie Blue - Dov/Chris/Gail
The thing is, standing perfectly still is really kinda tiring. Especially when you’re standing on a bomb, because, you know... heart racing, muscles twitching, palms sweating, all that stuff. So by the time the pretty bomb squad girl pulls him off the pressure plate and out of the house, Dov pretty much just wants to go home and sleep for, like, a year.
Miraculously, home is waiting for him right there on the lawn. Chris, solid and handsome in his uniform, trying to stay strong for the girls. Gail, huddled to his side in the cold air, eyes as cool and icy silver-blue as ever, but this time he sees concern etched deep into the lines around them. And then they see him, and they surge toward him, wrapping him in strong arms and warm touches and the kind of genuine care he’d never really expected to receive.
The rest of the night, the two of them don’t stray far from his side. They’re still Gail and Chris, of course, so she’s lashing out and he’s babbling cheerfully, but Dov sees it for what it is. They love him.
It’s something of a revelation, really. He’s been feeling like the third wheel in the apartment lately, like maybe Gail and Chris would be happier if he weren’t there. But faced with the very real possibility of losing him (“You could have died,” she exclaims), they appear to be drawing closer, pulling Dov tighter into the odd little tangle of whatever it is they have. Now, it seems, the three of them are a unit. A family.
Later, sitting between his two roommates in a corner booth at the Black Penny, he finds himself smiling. (When asked why, he says he’s just glad to be alive, but that’s only half the truth.) He’s warm and comfortable, bathed the mingling scents of Chris’s sandalwood body wash and Gail’s amber-vanilla perfume. It’s Chris, of course, who notices that Dov’s starting to nod off and decides it’s time for the three of them to head home.
Tired as he is, Dov can’t sleep. Images of the day keep flashing behind his eyelids. The only thing in his head as he’d stood on that bomb had been Chris and Gail. He remembers Chris’s eyes, wide and terrified even as he’d reassured Dov that everything would be fine. He remembers his hands, warm around Dov’s, as if holding on would help. And Gail -- Gail had managed to drop her tough girl act long enough to wrap Dov up tight and bury her face in his neck, sighing relief against his skin.
Dov sits up, turning things over in his mind.
Chris had told him to go for what he wants, made him promise. And now he thinks he knows what that is.
He slides out from under his blankets, pads quietly down the hall, and taps on their door. He’s not entirely surprised to find them still awake.
“Can’t sleep,” he murmurs.
Chris waves him over to the bed. Gail smiles welcomingly.
Tucked cozily into the nest of their bodies, he drifts off to sleep, knowing that he’s safe here with the two people he loves most in the world... safe and warm at home where he belongs.