Fanfiction 100: #038. Touch.
Fic Number: #038.
Prompt: Touch.
Author: pvtwitt
Rating: General
Length: 194 words
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Takes place at the end of 1X10.
Disclaimer: The characters of Person of Interest are (unfortunately) not mine. This is just for entertainment.
He wasn’t comfortable being touched. Not anymore, not the way he once was. He had reached a point where even a simple handshake could throw him off balance. There was a certain level of trust associated with touch.
He was slowly starting to get used to it again, after working with Finch for awhile. There were congratulatory pats on the back, brushes of concern on the shoulder, nimble fingers patching him up when he was injured.
When he felt Finch’s arms go around him, he exhaled hard and felt himself lean into the older man. He tried not to fall, but the loss of blood was making him dizzy. They both froze at the sound of Carter behind them, and he felt Finch’s hand tighten on his arm, whether in fear or in a protective gesture, he wasn’t sure.
And then Carter was touching him, taking his weight off Harold and helping him into the car. Her hands were cool, or maybe they just felt that way against his feverish skin. Either way, he came to the conclusion, just before he passed out, that he was okay with being touched, at least by them.
Prompt: Touch.
Author: pvtwitt
Rating: General
Length: 194 words
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Takes place at the end of 1X10.
Disclaimer: The characters of Person of Interest are (unfortunately) not mine. This is just for entertainment.
He wasn’t comfortable being touched. Not anymore, not the way he once was. He had reached a point where even a simple handshake could throw him off balance. There was a certain level of trust associated with touch.
He was slowly starting to get used to it again, after working with Finch for awhile. There were congratulatory pats on the back, brushes of concern on the shoulder, nimble fingers patching him up when he was injured.
When he felt Finch’s arms go around him, he exhaled hard and felt himself lean into the older man. He tried not to fall, but the loss of blood was making him dizzy. They both froze at the sound of Carter behind them, and he felt Finch’s hand tighten on his arm, whether in fear or in a protective gesture, he wasn’t sure.
And then Carter was touching him, taking his weight off Harold and helping him into the car. Her hands were cool, or maybe they just felt that way against his feverish skin. Either way, he came to the conclusion, just before he passed out, that he was okay with being touched, at least by them.