Dark Places of the Soul (Lost Galaxy, Kai/Leo, #1, PG)
Title: Dark Places of the Soul
Fandom: Lost Galaxy
Pairing: Kai/Leo
Prompt: #1 - Beginnings
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, etc, etc.
The hallways were dark as Leo Corbett slowly made his way through them, rifle at the ready. This operation had been planned quickly and they were short on time. What little intel the GSA had on this place was enough to launch a raid almost instantly, with as much detailed planning as could be fit into such a short amount of time. What could possibly trigger that kind of response Leo didn’t know; wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. But here they were anyway and so far it was quiet. Too quiet for him to be comfortable. They’d taken out most of Scorpius Industries’ security forces but he wouldn’t bet against someone leaving booby traps for them to set off. It was just a matter of time before the nasty surprises started to kick in.
“Over here, sir!” one of the soldiers called and Leo nodded, moving over to where the man was standing. He eyed the door warily, not liking the implications of the security system on the door. Usually those kind of precautions were only kept for someone or something you really didn’t want getting out.
Slipping his knife out of its sheath he decided the hell with subtlety and simply rammed it into the electronic lock. As the lights went out on the device he stepped back hurriedly, raising his rifle automatically, ready for anything. Unnecessarily as it turned out; the sole occupant of the room was a young woman with long brown hair. Dressed in what looked like white hospital scrubs she was slumped in a corner and showed no reaction to their arrival.
Gonzalez carefully stepped into the room and knelt at her side, fingers searching for a pulse. “She’s alive,” he reported. “But that’s about as far as it goes. Whether she’s simply unconscious or something more serious, I can’t tell.”
Leo nodded. “Get her out of here. The ambulances are outside.” And now he knew why they were there; someone had anticipated prisoners needing medical attention. Nice of them to share that with the group, he thought sourly. Of course, telling them what to expect would make things too easy. Couldn’t have that. “Everyone else, move out. Where there’s one, there’s more and that means a lot of people we need to get out of here.”
He was answered by a grim chorus of ‘yes sir’ and he nodded in satisfaction as they continued their wary sweep of the building. All in all they found ten more people, thankfully none of them in the same kind of condition the first woman had been in, but all were in the same hospital scrubs, as if they were patients or victims of some sick experiment. Leo wasn’t used to having people look at him with naked terror in their eyes and it made him distinctly uncomfortable. He’d joined the GSA to protect people, not terrify them.
“Corbett, what’s your status?”
“Ten people so far,” he answered, clicking on his radio to respond. “We’ve reached a dead end so we’re heading back out.”
“Send ‘em out, but keep as many men with you as possible. We’re not done at this end and I could use the extra hands.”
“Understood,” he replied. “We’re on our way, sir.” Letting go of the radio he quickly sorted out who was helping the casualties outside and who he was keeping, sending the casualties in one direction while he and the remaining soldiers went in another. There was still no sign of any traps and that worried him; they should have come across some by now, unless they’d already been disarmed.
When they finally reached their destination, he was certain their luck had run out. GSA soldiers were scattered on the floor in various stages of consciousness, the door to one of the cells hanging open ominously. With his team fanning out around him Leo approached the door cautiously, ready to pull back at the first sign of trouble. What he found though, wasn’t what he was expecting. There was a man in there, around his own age and dressed like the other people they’d rescued. Evidently of Chinese background, he was wild-eyed and in a state of extreme disarray. He didn’t seem to be seeing them and apart from the fact that he was braced for a fight, Leo would swear the guy wasn’t a threat. It seemed impossible that he could be responsible for knocking out a well-armed, well-trained squad of GSA soldiers, but there was no other explanation.
“Hey there,” he said quietly and the man focused on him immediately, belying the shock he’d appeared to be in. Slowly lowering his gun and placing it on the floor, Leo stepped away from it, noting in relief the slight relaxation of the other man. “We’re here to get you out, do you understand? We’re going to get you out of here.”
Dark eyes bored into his, flicker of understanding crossing them before the wildness returned.
“I’m Leo,” he continued, “and I promise we’re here to help, nothing more.” He kept his voice calm, soothing. If this guy had managed to knock out an entire squad without so much as laying a finger on them he wasn’t taking any chances on spooking him. “You ready to leave?”
There was a long pause and for a moment Leo was sure he’d said the wrong thing, the man tensing at his words. Then there was a sharp jerk of the head in what was apparently agreement.
“Alright then,” Leo breathed. “Time to go.”
Fandom: Lost Galaxy
Pairing: Kai/Leo
Prompt: #1 - Beginnings
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, etc, etc.
The hallways were dark as Leo Corbett slowly made his way through them, rifle at the ready. This operation had been planned quickly and they were short on time. What little intel the GSA had on this place was enough to launch a raid almost instantly, with as much detailed planning as could be fit into such a short amount of time. What could possibly trigger that kind of response Leo didn’t know; wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. But here they were anyway and so far it was quiet. Too quiet for him to be comfortable. They’d taken out most of Scorpius Industries’ security forces but he wouldn’t bet against someone leaving booby traps for them to set off. It was just a matter of time before the nasty surprises started to kick in.
“Over here, sir!” one of the soldiers called and Leo nodded, moving over to where the man was standing. He eyed the door warily, not liking the implications of the security system on the door. Usually those kind of precautions were only kept for someone or something you really didn’t want getting out.
Slipping his knife out of its sheath he decided the hell with subtlety and simply rammed it into the electronic lock. As the lights went out on the device he stepped back hurriedly, raising his rifle automatically, ready for anything. Unnecessarily as it turned out; the sole occupant of the room was a young woman with long brown hair. Dressed in what looked like white hospital scrubs she was slumped in a corner and showed no reaction to their arrival.
Gonzalez carefully stepped into the room and knelt at her side, fingers searching for a pulse. “She’s alive,” he reported. “But that’s about as far as it goes. Whether she’s simply unconscious or something more serious, I can’t tell.”
Leo nodded. “Get her out of here. The ambulances are outside.” And now he knew why they were there; someone had anticipated prisoners needing medical attention. Nice of them to share that with the group, he thought sourly. Of course, telling them what to expect would make things too easy. Couldn’t have that. “Everyone else, move out. Where there’s one, there’s more and that means a lot of people we need to get out of here.”
He was answered by a grim chorus of ‘yes sir’ and he nodded in satisfaction as they continued their wary sweep of the building. All in all they found ten more people, thankfully none of them in the same kind of condition the first woman had been in, but all were in the same hospital scrubs, as if they were patients or victims of some sick experiment. Leo wasn’t used to having people look at him with naked terror in their eyes and it made him distinctly uncomfortable. He’d joined the GSA to protect people, not terrify them.
“Corbett, what’s your status?”
“Ten people so far,” he answered, clicking on his radio to respond. “We’ve reached a dead end so we’re heading back out.”
“Send ‘em out, but keep as many men with you as possible. We’re not done at this end and I could use the extra hands.”
“Understood,” he replied. “We’re on our way, sir.” Letting go of the radio he quickly sorted out who was helping the casualties outside and who he was keeping, sending the casualties in one direction while he and the remaining soldiers went in another. There was still no sign of any traps and that worried him; they should have come across some by now, unless they’d already been disarmed.
When they finally reached their destination, he was certain their luck had run out. GSA soldiers were scattered on the floor in various stages of consciousness, the door to one of the cells hanging open ominously. With his team fanning out around him Leo approached the door cautiously, ready to pull back at the first sign of trouble. What he found though, wasn’t what he was expecting. There was a man in there, around his own age and dressed like the other people they’d rescued. Evidently of Chinese background, he was wild-eyed and in a state of extreme disarray. He didn’t seem to be seeing them and apart from the fact that he was braced for a fight, Leo would swear the guy wasn’t a threat. It seemed impossible that he could be responsible for knocking out a well-armed, well-trained squad of GSA soldiers, but there was no other explanation.
“Hey there,” he said quietly and the man focused on him immediately, belying the shock he’d appeared to be in. Slowly lowering his gun and placing it on the floor, Leo stepped away from it, noting in relief the slight relaxation of the other man. “We’re here to get you out, do you understand? We’re going to get you out of here.”
Dark eyes bored into his, flicker of understanding crossing them before the wildness returned.
“I’m Leo,” he continued, “and I promise we’re here to help, nothing more.” He kept his voice calm, soothing. If this guy had managed to knock out an entire squad without so much as laying a finger on them he wasn’t taking any chances on spooking him. “You ready to leave?”
There was a long pause and for a moment Leo was sure he’d said the wrong thing, the man tensing at his words. Then there was a sharp jerk of the head in what was apparently agreement.
“Alright then,” Leo breathed. “Time to go.”