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Title: Some Plans Should Be Changed
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Panic gsf
Word count: 2013
Warnings: Slavery, explicit sex, violence and medical treatment.
Summary: Being shot is no fun.
Author's notes: Follows directly after Not Part of the Plan. This was written for hc_bingo to fill the 'hospital stay' square.
Spencer wasn’t a great fan of being in the clinic, but right now there was no place he’d rather be. Danneel had him on something for the pain, and Spencer was barely even aware that he had a body.
“Just hold still,” Danneel said putting the anaesthetic into his I.V. “You’ll be sorted out in no time.”
He woke up hours later, fuzzy headed and disorientated. He tried to sit up and groaned.
“Don’t move, Spencer,” he heard Ryan’s voice say. “The wound’s all stitched up but you lost a lot of blood.”
“Ohhh,” Spencer hummed. He turned his head towards Ryan. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept, and Spencer thought he probably hadn’t. “Brendon and Jon?” he asked.
“They’re fine,” Ryan said. “Danneel wouldn’t let us all sit and wait with you. Brendon said I should.”
Of course. They would all have been worried, but Ryan was the one who would have been unable to relax until he saw Spencer’s eyes open himself.
“Tell them...” Spencer started, letting the sentence trail off.
“I will,” Ryan answered.
**********
“And then I checked that the transport container was clear. I didn’t see him outside anywhere; he must have stayed out of view until my back was turned.”
Spencer’s hands were sweaty. He wound the top sheet in his fingers. There was always a debriefing with Brian after a mission, but because something had gone wrong this time, Jared Padalecki was there too.
“What happened then?” Brian asked.
“He shot me,” Spencer answered. “I fell down, and there was another shot. I think that was Brendon shooting him.” Brian nodded in confirmation. “Brendon helped me get into the back of the truck,” he continued. “I didn’t think I could go all the way back to the car, and I was supposed to keep an eye on the kids anyway.” Spencer looked down at his hands on the hospital blanket. “Are the kids alright? I was pretty out of it when we got here.”
“Yeah, the kids are fine. We’ve been able to find most of their families, and we’ve got leads for the ones that are left.”
Spencer let a breath rush out. Brian looked down at the notes he’d been taking. “We might have to look at changing the way we run these sorts of missions. The traffickers are starting to catch on. They knew what was happening this time, they were ready. That was way too close, no one wants you hurt.” He looked at Spencer, his face serious, and Spencer nodded back at him.
“Anyway, you just have to worry about resting and getting better. We can figure that stuff out later,” said Jared, getting to his feet. Spencer wished them a good day, and they left.
Danneel made Spencer stay in the clinic and rest for four days. Resting was something that happened between visitors. First there were Brendon and Jon, needing to see with their own eyes that Spencer was alright. Then there was Ray, telling Spencer to hurry up and get better, and Mikey, who said he’d been worried, and looked at Spencer intensely until Spencer had to look away. Frank smuggled in some of his special vegan burritos, because he’d read somewhere that hospital food sucked. Spencer didn’t bother to point out that the clinic didn’t serve hospital food, it served the same perfectly edible meals that they had in the cafeteria. He liked Frank’s burritos. Bob came, and he and Spencer communicated through a series of nods, as they did. Gerard came in with a beat up guitar and a notepad, explaining that he’d nearly finished the song he was writing documenting Spencer’s heroics. He played some of it, then shook his head and announced he would wait for Ray who could do it better.
When he was finally ready to get out of bed, he showered with a deep sense of relief at the heat and force of the water. He was just putting on fresh clothes when Brian appeared at the clinic door.
“Spencer?” he said. “Danneel told me you were going back to your quarters today. If you don’t mind, there’s someone who’s asking for you.”
“Sure,” Spencer said, a little warily. He didn’t know who could be asking to see him. No one who lived at the factory; Brian wouldn’t have bothered coming to find him if that were the case.
Brian led him down to a table in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, where a familiar looking boy of about ten sat with people who must have been his parents. They stood up when Spencer got close, and the woman reached out to hug him, letting go after a moment when Spencer tensed up.
“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much for saving our son. I don’t know what we would have done...” She dabbed at her damp eyes with a handkerchief, and Spencer stood there, feeling stupid and realising that the kid he’d recognised was the one who’d put pressure on Spencer’s bullet wound and stopped him bleeding to death.
“I should thank you,” Spencer said. “You... your son saved my life.”
The mother gave a little cry at that, and even the father’s eyes were wet. He put a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed proudly. The kid leaned against his father and looked up at Spencer, offering a small smile with a touch of awe in it. Spencer’s own eyes began to sting, and he looked away.
“I’m really glad you’re all okay,” he said. No one else would have been able to hear the huskiness in his voice, but Spencer could. He wondered how much longer he would have to stick around the happy family for politeness’ sake.
Maybe Brian had noticed something after all, because he said, “Spencer’s just been released from our hospital wing, and we really should let him get some more rest.” The kid’s father shook Spencer’s hand, and the kid hugged him, and they left, wishing Spencer a quick recovery. Spencer relaxed once they were gone. They had been nice, so happy, and usually seeing families together like that didn’t fill him with such a sense of loss, but he’d never known his parents. Never had even a chance at a reunion like that. He envied the kid, whose name he realised he’d never asked.
Brian looked at Spencer knowingly, but Spencer refused to look back.
He got to his quarters eventually. They were on the third floor, and he usually took the stairs but today used the elevator in deference to his injury. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchenette, but Spencer, Ryan, Brendon and Jon all slept in one bedroom together and kept their instruments in the other. He laid down on the bed and was asleep in an instant.
When he woke up, Brendon and Ryan and Jon were all in the room. It was a little strange, waking up to find them all watching him, but it was also really nice to be able to see them, here, in their own space.
Jon sat on the bed beside Spencer and looked at him with guilty eyes. “Spencer, I’m so sorry,” he said. He’d said it before in the clinic, and Spencer still hadn’t convinced him to accept that he didn’t have to be.
“Seriously, Jon...”
“It was my job to take care of the guys in the cab.”
“We can’t always predict everything, okay? What we do is risky, things happen. I’m going to be fine.”
Jon gulped and nodded. Brendon squeezed his shoulder. Looking over to Ryan, Spencer could see that he was keeping his distance from Jon a little bit, and Jon was slightly turned away from Ryan. Spencer suppressed a sigh. If Ryan was punishing Jon for what he saw as a failure to protect Spencer, Spencer would have to intervene. But hopefully not today. He was too tired. He shuffled across the bed and put an arm on Jon’s other shoulder. He couldn’t lean over too much without hurting, so he pulled Jon in to lightly kiss his lips. He could feel Jon relax into the kiss slightly, trusting the forgiveness in it more than he could trust Spencer’s words. The kiss was for Ryan’s benefit too, though. It said, I’m not angry, and you shouldn’t be either.
After that, Brendon wanted to kiss Spencer too, and then Ryan got tired of standing off to one side and pushed his way in to share.
“How tired do you feel?” Brendon asked with a mischievous grin.
“A little?” Spencer said uncertainly. “I could sleep some more, but I’m not going to, like, pass out in a bowl of soup or anything dramatic.”
Brendon’s grin widened, and he pushed gently against Spencer’s good shoulder. “Get comfortable,” he ordered, so Spencer settled himself against the pillows on the bed. Ryan curled up beside him and pushed Spencer’s shirt up his chest. Spencer let him. Being dressed or naked was a matter of indifference to him, but he knew the others liked to look, and he was happy to indulge them.
Brendon and Jon pulled their clothes off quickly, and Jon pushed Brendon onto the bed on his back, firmly but not roughly. He kissed Brendon thoroughly, and Spencer enjoyed the small noises Brendon made, the happy look on Jon’s face. Ryan had removed his own shirt before spooning up behind Spencer, and he enjoyed that too.
As Jon kissed Brendon, he stretched him with his fingers, and Brendon writhed and moaned. Spencer hadn’t always felt comfortable watching them like this, but he’d grown to like it, sharing in their intimacy and knowing that he was a part of it too, even if he only participated up to a certain point. As Jon entered Brendon and Brendon whined, Ryan gasped softly and Spencer became aware of his erection digging into his leg. He turned slightly so that he could reach the fly of Ryan’s pants with his good arm, but before he reached, he asked, “Want a hand job?”
Ryan groaned and nodded, so Spencer unzipped his pants and got Ryan’s dick out, spitting into his palm before wrapping his hand around it. Ryan put his hand over the top of Spencer’s and thrust slowly into their joined fists, never taking his eyes off Brendon and Jon.
A few years ago, when they’d first started to be together like this, Spencer hadn’t really known how to do any of this stuff. Even jerking off... he’d never bothered with it much himself, and had no idea how to do that for anyone else. Ryan and Jon and Brendon had had to teach him. He’d felt pretty awkward about that, especially back when they’d kept telling him to do what felt good, not understanding that it wasn’t the same for Spencer as for the rest of them. Eventually, it had all worked out.
Now, he knew what Ryan liked without needing to be guided, but it made Ryan feel more secure, more like he was in control, to join their hands together. Jon thrust faster and Brendon’s noises took on a more urgent sound. Ryan lowered his head to rest against Spencer’s shoulder and closed his eyes, which was such a sign of trust from him that Spencer was awed. Ryan was actually the first to come, spurting over Spencer’s stomach and his pants. Brendon and Jon didn’t last long after that, and then Jon grabbed a cloth and got them all cleaned up. Between the three of them, they got Spencer under the covers.
Brendon pushed Jon ahead of him to lie in the middle of the bed with Spencer. Spencer pulled him over and held him close, ignoring Jon’s protests. It took a little effort to get the four of them comfortably settled into the bed in a position that didn’t hurt Spencer’s healing wound, but they managed it in the end, and Spencer didn’t stay awake much longer than that.
“Love you,” he murmured as he drifted off. “All of you.”
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Panic gsf
Word count: 2013
Warnings: Slavery, explicit sex, violence and medical treatment.
Summary: Being shot is no fun.
Author's notes: Follows directly after Not Part of the Plan. This was written for hc_bingo to fill the 'hospital stay' square.
Spencer wasn’t a great fan of being in the clinic, but right now there was no place he’d rather be. Danneel had him on something for the pain, and Spencer was barely even aware that he had a body.
“Just hold still,” Danneel said putting the anaesthetic into his I.V. “You’ll be sorted out in no time.”
He woke up hours later, fuzzy headed and disorientated. He tried to sit up and groaned.
“Don’t move, Spencer,” he heard Ryan’s voice say. “The wound’s all stitched up but you lost a lot of blood.”
“Ohhh,” Spencer hummed. He turned his head towards Ryan. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept, and Spencer thought he probably hadn’t. “Brendon and Jon?” he asked.
“They’re fine,” Ryan said. “Danneel wouldn’t let us all sit and wait with you. Brendon said I should.”
Of course. They would all have been worried, but Ryan was the one who would have been unable to relax until he saw Spencer’s eyes open himself.
“Tell them...” Spencer started, letting the sentence trail off.
“I will,” Ryan answered.
**********
“And then I checked that the transport container was clear. I didn’t see him outside anywhere; he must have stayed out of view until my back was turned.”
Spencer’s hands were sweaty. He wound the top sheet in his fingers. There was always a debriefing with Brian after a mission, but because something had gone wrong this time, Jared Padalecki was there too.
“What happened then?” Brian asked.
“He shot me,” Spencer answered. “I fell down, and there was another shot. I think that was Brendon shooting him.” Brian nodded in confirmation. “Brendon helped me get into the back of the truck,” he continued. “I didn’t think I could go all the way back to the car, and I was supposed to keep an eye on the kids anyway.” Spencer looked down at his hands on the hospital blanket. “Are the kids alright? I was pretty out of it when we got here.”
“Yeah, the kids are fine. We’ve been able to find most of their families, and we’ve got leads for the ones that are left.”
Spencer let a breath rush out. Brian looked down at the notes he’d been taking. “We might have to look at changing the way we run these sorts of missions. The traffickers are starting to catch on. They knew what was happening this time, they were ready. That was way too close, no one wants you hurt.” He looked at Spencer, his face serious, and Spencer nodded back at him.
“Anyway, you just have to worry about resting and getting better. We can figure that stuff out later,” said Jared, getting to his feet. Spencer wished them a good day, and they left.
Danneel made Spencer stay in the clinic and rest for four days. Resting was something that happened between visitors. First there were Brendon and Jon, needing to see with their own eyes that Spencer was alright. Then there was Ray, telling Spencer to hurry up and get better, and Mikey, who said he’d been worried, and looked at Spencer intensely until Spencer had to look away. Frank smuggled in some of his special vegan burritos, because he’d read somewhere that hospital food sucked. Spencer didn’t bother to point out that the clinic didn’t serve hospital food, it served the same perfectly edible meals that they had in the cafeteria. He liked Frank’s burritos. Bob came, and he and Spencer communicated through a series of nods, as they did. Gerard came in with a beat up guitar and a notepad, explaining that he’d nearly finished the song he was writing documenting Spencer’s heroics. He played some of it, then shook his head and announced he would wait for Ray who could do it better.
When he was finally ready to get out of bed, he showered with a deep sense of relief at the heat and force of the water. He was just putting on fresh clothes when Brian appeared at the clinic door.
“Spencer?” he said. “Danneel told me you were going back to your quarters today. If you don’t mind, there’s someone who’s asking for you.”
“Sure,” Spencer said, a little warily. He didn’t know who could be asking to see him. No one who lived at the factory; Brian wouldn’t have bothered coming to find him if that were the case.
Brian led him down to a table in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, where a familiar looking boy of about ten sat with people who must have been his parents. They stood up when Spencer got close, and the woman reached out to hug him, letting go after a moment when Spencer tensed up.
“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much for saving our son. I don’t know what we would have done...” She dabbed at her damp eyes with a handkerchief, and Spencer stood there, feeling stupid and realising that the kid he’d recognised was the one who’d put pressure on Spencer’s bullet wound and stopped him bleeding to death.
“I should thank you,” Spencer said. “You... your son saved my life.”
The mother gave a little cry at that, and even the father’s eyes were wet. He put a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed proudly. The kid leaned against his father and looked up at Spencer, offering a small smile with a touch of awe in it. Spencer’s own eyes began to sting, and he looked away.
“I’m really glad you’re all okay,” he said. No one else would have been able to hear the huskiness in his voice, but Spencer could. He wondered how much longer he would have to stick around the happy family for politeness’ sake.
Maybe Brian had noticed something after all, because he said, “Spencer’s just been released from our hospital wing, and we really should let him get some more rest.” The kid’s father shook Spencer’s hand, and the kid hugged him, and they left, wishing Spencer a quick recovery. Spencer relaxed once they were gone. They had been nice, so happy, and usually seeing families together like that didn’t fill him with such a sense of loss, but he’d never known his parents. Never had even a chance at a reunion like that. He envied the kid, whose name he realised he’d never asked.
Brian looked at Spencer knowingly, but Spencer refused to look back.
He got to his quarters eventually. They were on the third floor, and he usually took the stairs but today used the elevator in deference to his injury. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchenette, but Spencer, Ryan, Brendon and Jon all slept in one bedroom together and kept their instruments in the other. He laid down on the bed and was asleep in an instant.
When he woke up, Brendon and Ryan and Jon were all in the room. It was a little strange, waking up to find them all watching him, but it was also really nice to be able to see them, here, in their own space.
Jon sat on the bed beside Spencer and looked at him with guilty eyes. “Spencer, I’m so sorry,” he said. He’d said it before in the clinic, and Spencer still hadn’t convinced him to accept that he didn’t have to be.
“Seriously, Jon...”
“It was my job to take care of the guys in the cab.”
“We can’t always predict everything, okay? What we do is risky, things happen. I’m going to be fine.”
Jon gulped and nodded. Brendon squeezed his shoulder. Looking over to Ryan, Spencer could see that he was keeping his distance from Jon a little bit, and Jon was slightly turned away from Ryan. Spencer suppressed a sigh. If Ryan was punishing Jon for what he saw as a failure to protect Spencer, Spencer would have to intervene. But hopefully not today. He was too tired. He shuffled across the bed and put an arm on Jon’s other shoulder. He couldn’t lean over too much without hurting, so he pulled Jon in to lightly kiss his lips. He could feel Jon relax into the kiss slightly, trusting the forgiveness in it more than he could trust Spencer’s words. The kiss was for Ryan’s benefit too, though. It said, I’m not angry, and you shouldn’t be either.
After that, Brendon wanted to kiss Spencer too, and then Ryan got tired of standing off to one side and pushed his way in to share.
“How tired do you feel?” Brendon asked with a mischievous grin.
“A little?” Spencer said uncertainly. “I could sleep some more, but I’m not going to, like, pass out in a bowl of soup or anything dramatic.”
Brendon’s grin widened, and he pushed gently against Spencer’s good shoulder. “Get comfortable,” he ordered, so Spencer settled himself against the pillows on the bed. Ryan curled up beside him and pushed Spencer’s shirt up his chest. Spencer let him. Being dressed or naked was a matter of indifference to him, but he knew the others liked to look, and he was happy to indulge them.
Brendon and Jon pulled their clothes off quickly, and Jon pushed Brendon onto the bed on his back, firmly but not roughly. He kissed Brendon thoroughly, and Spencer enjoyed the small noises Brendon made, the happy look on Jon’s face. Ryan had removed his own shirt before spooning up behind Spencer, and he enjoyed that too.
As Jon kissed Brendon, he stretched him with his fingers, and Brendon writhed and moaned. Spencer hadn’t always felt comfortable watching them like this, but he’d grown to like it, sharing in their intimacy and knowing that he was a part of it too, even if he only participated up to a certain point. As Jon entered Brendon and Brendon whined, Ryan gasped softly and Spencer became aware of his erection digging into his leg. He turned slightly so that he could reach the fly of Ryan’s pants with his good arm, but before he reached, he asked, “Want a hand job?”
Ryan groaned and nodded, so Spencer unzipped his pants and got Ryan’s dick out, spitting into his palm before wrapping his hand around it. Ryan put his hand over the top of Spencer’s and thrust slowly into their joined fists, never taking his eyes off Brendon and Jon.
A few years ago, when they’d first started to be together like this, Spencer hadn’t really known how to do any of this stuff. Even jerking off... he’d never bothered with it much himself, and had no idea how to do that for anyone else. Ryan and Jon and Brendon had had to teach him. He’d felt pretty awkward about that, especially back when they’d kept telling him to do what felt good, not understanding that it wasn’t the same for Spencer as for the rest of them. Eventually, it had all worked out.
Now, he knew what Ryan liked without needing to be guided, but it made Ryan feel more secure, more like he was in control, to join their hands together. Jon thrust faster and Brendon’s noises took on a more urgent sound. Ryan lowered his head to rest against Spencer’s shoulder and closed his eyes, which was such a sign of trust from him that Spencer was awed. Ryan was actually the first to come, spurting over Spencer’s stomach and his pants. Brendon and Jon didn’t last long after that, and then Jon grabbed a cloth and got them all cleaned up. Between the three of them, they got Spencer under the covers.
Brendon pushed Jon ahead of him to lie in the middle of the bed with Spencer. Spencer pulled him over and held him close, ignoring Jon’s protests. It took a little effort to get the four of them comfortably settled into the bed in a position that didn’t hurt Spencer’s healing wound, but they managed it in the end, and Spencer didn’t stay awake much longer than that.
“Love you,” he murmured as he drifted off. “All of you.”