The Scene
So.. i remember seeing.. somewhere... a question raised about the movie, how Jensen knew Cougar had his back, and a few other vaguely remembered questions about the intricacies of the teamwork there. And i was thinking, just because we don't see any comms devices on Jensen, doesn 't mean they aren't there, because he pulled that request out to Clay.
So.. this was what spawned from overthinking those questions. There's slashy tones at the end if you get that far....
Fandom: Losers
Genre: random hashing
Wordcount:355
Rating: pg 13 (mostly language)
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the boys, the scene, or majority of the words in this (mostly quotes from the movie). I make no money off writing or posting this bit of fiction.
**** The Scene ****
“Clay! I need backup!!”
The voice in the earbud guided him around back to the elevators he came up, and he started frantically pressing the button. Didn't help him soon enough, though, as three guards came through the door. As he backed toward the window, another, softer voice whispered in his ear.
“Got you.” It was Cougar's warm honey-rich voice, and Jensen peeked behind him to spot adequately tall buildings on the far side of the wide street. Jensen wiped off the grin threatening to cover his face and turned back to the building security.
“I'm warning you. I am a lethal killing machine. It was a secret government experiment. They did stuff to me. Spooky stuff.” He tilted his head, listening to the subtle huff that indicated Cougar just suppressed a snicker. “Anal stuff. Turned me into a dangerous telekinetic. As the ancient Tibetan philosophy states : Don't start none, won't be none.”
He knew Cougar had him, had his back perfectly when the guard on the far side holstered his weapon. “Telekinetic your way out of this.”
There was a pause in his ear, and Jensen twitched his hand the second he heard the sniper rifle fire over the comm. It was perfect, for being unplanned, but that's the way they were. Cougar was a rock supporting his back, and Jensen loved being able to rely on that. They could read each other without having to know. When all three were subdued, he turned back to the window. He knew he was a large body in Cougar's cross-hairs, counted on it. He grinned and offered his thanks.
Hours later a muted knock on his door brought Jensen out from tinkering on his laptop. Cougar was leaning against the doorway, hat tipped low. Jensen could just make out the smirk hiding under rim. “What happens if I start something?”
Jensen shivered at the milk-and-honey tone. “Then there'll be something, won't there?” It's a cheeky grin he offers, but Cougar pressed through the door without needing more of an invitation. It's all the invite he has ever needed.
So.. this was what spawned from overthinking those questions. There's slashy tones at the end if you get that far....
Fandom: Losers
Genre: random hashing
Wordcount:355
Rating: pg 13 (mostly language)
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the boys, the scene, or majority of the words in this (mostly quotes from the movie). I make no money off writing or posting this bit of fiction.
**** The Scene ****
“Clay! I need backup!!”
The voice in the earbud guided him around back to the elevators he came up, and he started frantically pressing the button. Didn't help him soon enough, though, as three guards came through the door. As he backed toward the window, another, softer voice whispered in his ear.
“Got you.” It was Cougar's warm honey-rich voice, and Jensen peeked behind him to spot adequately tall buildings on the far side of the wide street. Jensen wiped off the grin threatening to cover his face and turned back to the building security.
“I'm warning you. I am a lethal killing machine. It was a secret government experiment. They did stuff to me. Spooky stuff.” He tilted his head, listening to the subtle huff that indicated Cougar just suppressed a snicker. “Anal stuff. Turned me into a dangerous telekinetic. As the ancient Tibetan philosophy states : Don't start none, won't be none.”
He knew Cougar had him, had his back perfectly when the guard on the far side holstered his weapon. “Telekinetic your way out of this.”
There was a pause in his ear, and Jensen twitched his hand the second he heard the sniper rifle fire over the comm. It was perfect, for being unplanned, but that's the way they were. Cougar was a rock supporting his back, and Jensen loved being able to rely on that. They could read each other without having to know. When all three were subdued, he turned back to the window. He knew he was a large body in Cougar's cross-hairs, counted on it. He grinned and offered his thanks.
Hours later a muted knock on his door brought Jensen out from tinkering on his laptop. Cougar was leaning against the doorway, hat tipped low. Jensen could just make out the smirk hiding under rim. “What happens if I start something?”
Jensen shivered at the milk-and-honey tone. “Then there'll be something, won't there?” It's a cheeky grin he offers, but Cougar pressed through the door without needing more of an invitation. It's all the invite he has ever needed.