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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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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