Fic: Always more than partners 2/3
Pairing: Don/Coop
Rated: PG-13 (may go higher) For language.
Author Notes: This is my first true foray into a real slash piece hopefully I can get it to work the way i want. Word Count: 675
Spoilers: If anything Manhunt in that Don was in FR before he went to Albuqurque.
Thanks to bubbleslayerfor the beta and for all her help.
Link to part 3
Billy found himself slowly opening his eyes one by one. He tried to think where he was. He turned his head and recognized the sterile white room and the antiseptic smell. “Ah yes, hospital.” He thought, “How the hell did I get here?” He turned his head slowly and saw his partner, Don Eppes, slumped over in a chair with his eyes closed. And Billy knew exactly how he’d gotten himself into this predicament. He sighed to himself. Well, first was getting sliced by that fucker who got the drop on him a few days ago, and then playing it down had probably been a bad idea. He’d really done it for Eppes’ sake. Don would have thought it was his own fault that Billy had gotten hurt. So Billy cleaned up the cut, slapped on a bandage and went on his way. Little did he know that it would get infected, cause him to come down with a spiking fever, and land his ass in the hospital. He flicked his eyes over to the window, it was now dark. “Damn, how long have I been out?” God it was such a blur. He remembered quick fragments, strong hands checking him over tenderly, someone asking him questions, which he could not make himself answer before having an IV inserted into his arm followed by a whoosh of coolness.
He blew out a soft breath and tried to lift his head off the pillow. Maybe he could get himself a drink of water. Alas, that small task was way beyond him. Before he could dwell on that a set of cool hands lifted his head up and placed the straw to his raw lips. Billy’s eyes focused on his partner standing over him, something in his eyes. They somehow looked scared, angry, and relieved all rolled into one with a dash of something else. He took one last sip of the water and croaked, “Thanks.”
Don nodded, “Sure.” He gently lowered Bill’s head back onto the pillow and Don’s fingertips brushed lightly over Bill’s forehead before they withdrew to his own hips. Don’s face was grim and his eyes were now two cold orbs. Don used the controls on the bed to help put Billy into a more upright position. He sat back down in the adjacent chair and crossed his arms across his chest. “You’re such an ass.” He ran his hand through his hair, “You should have told me that you were hurt. You needed medical care and you blew it off. Damn Billy, the infection is bad. It could have gone into your blood stream and killed you.”
He tried to laugh, “Eppes, I didn’t know you cared so much.”
Billy watched that something unknown flicker back into Don’s eyes before dimming out. Don responded, “You should have told me.”
“I didn’t want to worry you. You get all mother hen like on me.”
Don snorted, “So you’d just rather make yourself sick than ask for help.”
“Maybe.” He sighed. “Don’t worry. I’ll be out of this bed in no time, kicking your ass.”
“Whatever man.”
Coop studied Don sitting there. The last time Don had had that look on his face was when his kid brother had gotten into a car accident a year ago and then again when his ex-lover Terry Lake had taken a bullet in the Kevlar three months back. He guessed Eppes did care, a lot more than Billy thought he deserved, but something else was there that a seasoned veteran like Billy was picking up on. Something Billy recognized as a hunger and longing for something. He met Don’s eyes, inquiring with a raised eyebrow as to what was going on with the younger man, but Don just gave him a stony glare and hurried out of the room saying he’d back later with some of his stuff.
Billy sighed. If what he’d seen in Eppes’ eyes was true he and Don were gonna have a long talk once he could get himself out of this bed
Rated: PG-13 (may go higher) For language.
Author Notes: This is my first true foray into a real slash piece hopefully I can get it to work the way i want. Word Count: 675
Spoilers: If anything Manhunt in that Don was in FR before he went to Albuqurque.
Thanks to bubbleslayerfor the beta and for all her help.
Link to part 3
Billy found himself slowly opening his eyes one by one. He tried to think where he was. He turned his head and recognized the sterile white room and the antiseptic smell. “Ah yes, hospital.” He thought, “How the hell did I get here?” He turned his head slowly and saw his partner, Don Eppes, slumped over in a chair with his eyes closed. And Billy knew exactly how he’d gotten himself into this predicament. He sighed to himself. Well, first was getting sliced by that fucker who got the drop on him a few days ago, and then playing it down had probably been a bad idea. He’d really done it for Eppes’ sake. Don would have thought it was his own fault that Billy had gotten hurt. So Billy cleaned up the cut, slapped on a bandage and went on his way. Little did he know that it would get infected, cause him to come down with a spiking fever, and land his ass in the hospital. He flicked his eyes over to the window, it was now dark. “Damn, how long have I been out?” God it was such a blur. He remembered quick fragments, strong hands checking him over tenderly, someone asking him questions, which he could not make himself answer before having an IV inserted into his arm followed by a whoosh of coolness.
He blew out a soft breath and tried to lift his head off the pillow. Maybe he could get himself a drink of water. Alas, that small task was way beyond him. Before he could dwell on that a set of cool hands lifted his head up and placed the straw to his raw lips. Billy’s eyes focused on his partner standing over him, something in his eyes. They somehow looked scared, angry, and relieved all rolled into one with a dash of something else. He took one last sip of the water and croaked, “Thanks.”
Don nodded, “Sure.” He gently lowered Bill’s head back onto the pillow and Don’s fingertips brushed lightly over Bill’s forehead before they withdrew to his own hips. Don’s face was grim and his eyes were now two cold orbs. Don used the controls on the bed to help put Billy into a more upright position. He sat back down in the adjacent chair and crossed his arms across his chest. “You’re such an ass.” He ran his hand through his hair, “You should have told me that you were hurt. You needed medical care and you blew it off. Damn Billy, the infection is bad. It could have gone into your blood stream and killed you.”
He tried to laugh, “Eppes, I didn’t know you cared so much.”
Billy watched that something unknown flicker back into Don’s eyes before dimming out. Don responded, “You should have told me.”
“I didn’t want to worry you. You get all mother hen like on me.”
Don snorted, “So you’d just rather make yourself sick than ask for help.”
“Maybe.” He sighed. “Don’t worry. I’ll be out of this bed in no time, kicking your ass.”
“Whatever man.”
Coop studied Don sitting there. The last time Don had had that look on his face was when his kid brother had gotten into a car accident a year ago and then again when his ex-lover Terry Lake had taken a bullet in the Kevlar three months back. He guessed Eppes did care, a lot more than Billy thought he deserved, but something else was there that a seasoned veteran like Billy was picking up on. Something Billy recognized as a hunger and longing for something. He met Don’s eyes, inquiring with a raised eyebrow as to what was going on with the younger man, but Don just gave him a stony glare and hurried out of the room saying he’d back later with some of his stuff.
Billy sighed. If what he’d seen in Eppes’ eyes was true he and Don were gonna have a long talk once he could get himself out of this bed