Oct 16, 2011 15:51
pairing: michael/dean winchester,
genre: slash,
rec: fic,
pairing: balthazar/adam milligan,
fandom: criminal minds,
genre: total au,
pairing: michael/adam milligan,
fandom: supernatural,
genre: crossover,
fandom: angel sanctuary,
activity: meme,
fandom: suits,
fandom: torchwood,
fandom: multiple,
pairing: castiel/adam milligan,
pimp: meme,
genre: canon/minor au,
pairing: winmillcest,
word count: 100-999,
genre: gen,
fanfiction: oneshot,
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“The darksome statesman hung with weights and woe,
Like a thick midnight-fog mov'd there so slow,
He did not stay, nor go;
Condemning thoughts (like sad eclipses) scowl
Upon his soul,
And clouds of crying witnesses without
Pursued him with one shout.
Yet digg'd the mole, and lest his ways be found,
Work'd under ground,
Where he did clutch his prey; but one did see
That policy;
Churches and altars fed him; perjuries
Were gnats and flies;
It rain'd about him blood and tears, but he
Drank them as free.”
Mike's lips quirked in a ghost of a smile. He darted a fearful glance at the door and decided to take a chance, unable to resist showing off that he knew such an obscure poem.
“Henry Vaughan,” he rasped, bottom lip trembling. He flinched in anticipation of the host swooping down on him in a vengeful fury, but nothing came. He panted harshly for a while, trying to get himself under control and convinced that Reid was right and nothing was going to happen. When he finally looked up, Reid was watching him carefully, brow still creased with worry.
“Fitting, considering our situation, don't you think?” Reid asked him, tone deliberately light, and Mike nodded. He forced himself to ask the most important question on his mind.
“Harvey?”
Reid looked bemused, but he seemed to know exactly what Mike meant. Mike's heart lifted at the thought that Harvey must have had contact with this man, that he must be looking for Mike even after so long.
“Your boss is a smart guy, that's for sure. And that secretary of his, she's a force of nature,” he said, chuckling nervously. “They practically led us right to the unsub.”
They sat in silence when Mike didn't respond, Mike's dread mounting. He could tell by the slowly brightening light filtering through the skylight that the host would be coming in with breakfast soon. Reid's voice broke into his thoughts, and Mike stifled the urge to tell him to shut up. It wouldn't end well if they were found talking.
“I'm told you have an eidetic memory.”
Mike nodded, eyes stuck on the ever widening patch of light.
“I've never met someone else that had one before. I've always wanted to,” Reid said, and Mike's shoulders tensed with surprise. He was getting tired of that, it was really starting to hurt. He pulled his gaze from the light and Reid smiled encouragingly.
“Couldn't have picked a worse time,” Mike said, his weak voice holding a hint of dry humor. Reid spread his fingers as much as he could in a “What can you do?” gesture, and Mike harrumphed. He looked from Reid to the light and back, and Reid decided to press the issue.
“Is he going to be here soon?” he asked. Mike shuddered and didn't bother to answer, knowing that Reid would be reading all the subconscious cues his body gave away anyway. It would lower their chances of getting caught talking.
“My team should be here soon, we almost had him before I was taken last night. They're the best, and he's far from it. Him taking me probably gave them the last of the evidence we needed,” Reid said reassuringly. Mike forced a smile, knowing that he was only trying to help, even if Mike couldn't bring himself to believe that they would be rescued. Reid leaned his head against the back of the chair and didn't speak for a while, wrists working fruitlessly to free themselves from their confines.
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When the call finally came, Harvey would look at Donna and see in her eyes the good news - or maybe it would be bad news. Maybe they'd be devastated, all their efforts to rescue him coming to nothing but someone recovering his lifeless body. God, what would it do to his Grams?
Shouting disrupted his daydream, and he shrank back in fear at the sound of pounding feet racing towards them. The door burst open and their host appeared in the doorway, hair a mess and suit torn, bleeding sluggishly from a cut on his temple. The host turned furious eyes on the doctor, seeming to grow ever larger as he stalked forward to tower over him.
“How did they find me? What the hell did you do?” he shouted. Reid recoiled in disgust at the spittle hitting his face, enraging the man more. He dealt Reid a vicious blow across the mouth, busting his lip, but Reid turned his head back to face him in defiance.
“I didn't have to do anything. You're sloppy, you led us right to you,” he said, and the man pulled his arm back to strike him again. The sound of a hammer cocking froze him for a moment. Mike shivered in fear, his chains jangling, and the man's face contorted into a mask of fury. He grabbed for Reid, trying to finish the blow, but a gunshot rang out from the doorway, the bullet catching him high in the shoulder.
The host cried out in pain and clutched at his back, falling to his knees, and Mike's vision grayed as people came pouring through the door. In the midst of the confusion he caught bulletproof vests emblazoned with FBI, men dressed in SWAT uniforms bearing intimidating guns, and paramedics swarming to those who were injured. He couldn't clearly recall anything that happened or how his chains came off, his memory was a big blurred nothing until he was seated on the back of an ambulance clutching at a blanket and he looked up to see Harvey running towards him.
Mike stood on quivering legs and stumbled forward, ignoring the paramedic telling him he really needed to sit back down, to throw himself into Harvey's arms. They clamped tight around him, making his back throb in agony, but he didn't care because they were safe and warm and Harvey. The tears started falling then, and he couldn't bring himself to be ashamed, too relieved that he'd been told the truth and he was really free. Harvey didn't say a word, clinging to him with all his might like he thought Mike would disappear if he let up for even a second, tell-tale dampth spreading on Mike's own shoulder.
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Harvey cupped Mike's cheek in his hand and stroked it gently with his thumb before his attention was caught by an approaching pair of men, one of them wrapped in a blanket to match Mike's. He tilted his head in gesture of respect and stepped back to stand beside Mike, hand a bright patch of warmth on Mike's nape.
Reid smirked cheekily at Mike, and his companion, a handsome dark-skinned man, rolled his eyes.
“I told you so,” Reid said, and Mike cleared his throat.
“So you did,” he answered, never more glad to hear that obnoxious phrase. He held out one shaking hand, and Reid clasped it in his with no hesitation.
“Maybe we could talk again once you're feeling better,” he offered, and Mike gave a real smile. At least something good might come out of this whole ordeal. Well, maybe two. He met Harvey's warm eyes and gripped his free hand.
“I'd like that.”
Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,
And sing, and weep, soar'd up into the ring;
But most would use no wing.
O fools (said I) thus to prefer dark night
Before true light,
To live in grots and caves, and hate the day
Because it shews the way,
The way, which from this dead and dark abode
Leads up to God,
A way where you might tread the sun, and be
More bright than he.
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I don't think I can love you any more than I already do right now, but that may be amended when I reread this, oh, a million times. Every facet of this felt completely natural. I love crossovers, but there isn't always a smooth transition between both fandoms, which there was here. I could easily envision Reid and Mike's conversation taking place and THE END, OMG, THE END! If you ever want to do a sequel, I won't be opposed in the slightest. ;)
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Your reaction left such a smile on my face! X3 Thank you!
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