Fic: Frozen (S&S Prompt fill)
Today is so dismal and quiet, I thought I'd post another of the S&S ficlets I had done. I do hope (belatedly) that anyone anywhere near the storm is okay. ♥
Title: Frozen
Author: lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 659
Characters/Pairings: Steel, Silver (slight Silver/Steel)
Warnings None.
Summary: It’s not easy for Steel to let Silver help him.
(Prompt 90: steel & silver - Cuddling for warmth & Forbidden romance. Which amused me because a) canonical reason for Steel to need cuddling for warmth and b) also fairly canonical that it shouldn’t be Silver who does the cuddling. All I needed was for Silver to find a way round that. Which he would...)
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“No,” said Steel with emphasis, making the word as final as he could.
Silver looked up from where he was sitting in the corner amidst a tangle of wires and an assorted collection of mechanical bits and pieces. He seemed to fail to notice that it had been supposed to be the end of the discussion. “There isn’t much choice, Steel.”
Steel glared at him, while shivering underneath Silver’s jacket as well as his own. Get out. You said you could before. Then go.
“You know,” said Silver as he held up two of the wires and examined them carefully, “you’re even grumpier at lower temperatures and I hadn’t thought that possible.”
Silver.
Silver gave an impatient little huff and then looked over at him. “When you stopped that - that thing out there, I don’t know what else you did, because now I can’t get through. I’m going to need you for that. And if we sit here in what is effectively a glorified metal box while your temperature drops - well, I don’t like that idea very much, either. Mine is better.”
“Silver, you can’t -”
“Not normally, no, but I’ve got access to the ventilation systems through here - and the heating - and in just a moment -”
“Then let me use that directly.”
Silver gave him a look that was what that suggestion deserved, even if Steel didn’t want to admit it. “Steel. You need me to regulate the temperature or -” He shrugged. “That’s another idea I don’t like. Now, come on while you can still move.”
Steel stared ahead. Silver did have a point, and he was right about this sort of thing - most of the time. He hesitated. Are you sure?
“What have I been saying?”
Silver, are you sure?
The technician nodded then, seeming to realise that it was a serious question. “Yes. I’m sure, Steel.”
“Are you ready?”
“Oh. Almost. Yes. You can still move this far?”
Steel answered that by doing so, slowly and awkwardly, but he made it the few steps over and sat down beside Silver. Cautiously, he put out a hand to touch Silver’s arm, and then pulled it back.
“See?” said Silver, who had the wires wrapped around him and his back against the wall, where he’d removed the panel.
Steel shifted nearer and then put his hand on Silver’s shoulder.
“Steel. Let’s be a bit more…” Silver shot a wicked look at him, paused for thought and then finished: “… practical. We don’t want this to take too long, do we?”
That caused him to look at Silver. I thought you said… That was partly what had alarmed him in the first place - he didn’t want to hurt Silver, even if that wasn’t entirely a pragmatic reaction. Silver.
“I did. And I can do this,” said Silver. “The sooner, the better, though.” He grinned at Steel, then leant in nearer and put his arms around him. Steel looked upward, but he moved his hand to Silver’s arm again and inclined towards him. It was… practical, yes. For now.
Once the transferred warmth had restored his usual temperature, he tilted away from Silver and got to his feet. Silver glanced upwards at him and then leant back against the wall, pushing the tangled wiring out of his way.
“You said it had done something,” Steel said, with no more comment on what had passed between them. “What?”
Silver removed one last stray wire and then looked up again. He stopped to brush back a strand of hair before answering. “Well, I don’t know, Steel. I didn’t get the chance to make a proper examination.”
“Now you can.” Then Steel paused and searched for something that covered what he wanted to say. “You are still capable?”
Silver hesitated, but then he nodded and stood. He held out his hands. “Of course.”
“Good,” he said and what might have been a smile crossed his face. “Now, get on with it.”
***
Title: Frozen
Author: lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 659
Characters/Pairings: Steel, Silver (slight Silver/Steel)
Warnings None.
Summary: It’s not easy for Steel to let Silver help him.
(Prompt 90: steel & silver - Cuddling for warmth & Forbidden romance. Which amused me because a) canonical reason for Steel to need cuddling for warmth and b) also fairly canonical that it shouldn’t be Silver who does the cuddling. All I needed was for Silver to find a way round that. Which he would...)
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“No,” said Steel with emphasis, making the word as final as he could.
Silver looked up from where he was sitting in the corner amidst a tangle of wires and an assorted collection of mechanical bits and pieces. He seemed to fail to notice that it had been supposed to be the end of the discussion. “There isn’t much choice, Steel.”
Steel glared at him, while shivering underneath Silver’s jacket as well as his own. Get out. You said you could before. Then go.
“You know,” said Silver as he held up two of the wires and examined them carefully, “you’re even grumpier at lower temperatures and I hadn’t thought that possible.”
Silver.
Silver gave an impatient little huff and then looked over at him. “When you stopped that - that thing out there, I don’t know what else you did, because now I can’t get through. I’m going to need you for that. And if we sit here in what is effectively a glorified metal box while your temperature drops - well, I don’t like that idea very much, either. Mine is better.”
“Silver, you can’t -”
“Not normally, no, but I’ve got access to the ventilation systems through here - and the heating - and in just a moment -”
“Then let me use that directly.”
Silver gave him a look that was what that suggestion deserved, even if Steel didn’t want to admit it. “Steel. You need me to regulate the temperature or -” He shrugged. “That’s another idea I don’t like. Now, come on while you can still move.”
Steel stared ahead. Silver did have a point, and he was right about this sort of thing - most of the time. He hesitated. Are you sure?
“What have I been saying?”
Silver, are you sure?
The technician nodded then, seeming to realise that it was a serious question. “Yes. I’m sure, Steel.”
“Are you ready?”
“Oh. Almost. Yes. You can still move this far?”
Steel answered that by doing so, slowly and awkwardly, but he made it the few steps over and sat down beside Silver. Cautiously, he put out a hand to touch Silver’s arm, and then pulled it back.
“See?” said Silver, who had the wires wrapped around him and his back against the wall, where he’d removed the panel.
Steel shifted nearer and then put his hand on Silver’s shoulder.
“Steel. Let’s be a bit more…” Silver shot a wicked look at him, paused for thought and then finished: “… practical. We don’t want this to take too long, do we?”
That caused him to look at Silver. I thought you said… That was partly what had alarmed him in the first place - he didn’t want to hurt Silver, even if that wasn’t entirely a pragmatic reaction. Silver.
“I did. And I can do this,” said Silver. “The sooner, the better, though.” He grinned at Steel, then leant in nearer and put his arms around him. Steel looked upward, but he moved his hand to Silver’s arm again and inclined towards him. It was… practical, yes. For now.
Once the transferred warmth had restored his usual temperature, he tilted away from Silver and got to his feet. Silver glanced upwards at him and then leant back against the wall, pushing the tangled wiring out of his way.
“You said it had done something,” Steel said, with no more comment on what had passed between them. “What?”
Silver removed one last stray wire and then looked up again. He stopped to brush back a strand of hair before answering. “Well, I don’t know, Steel. I didn’t get the chance to make a proper examination.”
“Now you can.” Then Steel paused and searched for something that covered what he wanted to say. “You are still capable?”
Silver hesitated, but then he nodded and stood. He held out his hands. “Of course.”
“Good,” he said and what might have been a smile crossed his face. “Now, get on with it.”
***