Story: Without You
Title: Without You
Author: alinaandalion
Rating: T
Spoilers: Possibly up through the end of season 3.
Characters: Sophie, Eliot, Hardison, Tara, Parker, and Nate
Pairings: Nate/Sophie, Parker/Hardison
Summary: The tears dry without you. Life goes on, but I'm gone because I die without you.
Chapter One: Sophie
"Everyone out. We're blown." Nate's voice sounded over their earpieces as he ran down a flight of stairs.
"Where to?" Eliot asked. He grunted with pain as he took a hit. He punched his attacker across the jaw.
"Lobby. Hardison have the van waiting outside," Nate replied.
Nate jumped the last few steps and rushed into the lobby. He could see Sophie emerging on the other side, and he started towards her. A gunshot rang out, and she stopped, bending over. Nate turned his head to see one of the men who had been chasing him holding a gun that was pointed straight at Sophie. He looked back at her; she had fallen to her knees, her hands clutching her abdomen.
"Sophie!" He ran as fast as he could to her side.
Parker was a few feet away, her face pale. Eliot appeared behind the shooter and wrapped his arm around the man's neck. Nate could have sworn he had heard the shooter's neck snap as Eliot dispatched him and hurried in Sophie's direction.
Sophie gasped with pain. "Nate…oh, God, it hurts."
Nate lifted one of her hands to examine the wound, paling at the sight of the amount of bleeding. He covered it with his right hand. "I know, Soph. Hang in there. We'll get you out of here."
"What's happening in there?" Hardison asked.
"Sophie's been shot," Eliot said. He knelt down beside Nate. "How bad is it?"
"I don't know if it's hit any organs," Nate said quietly. "Hardison, are you almost out front?"
"Five seconds man."
"Good. Parker, you're driving us to the nearest hospital." Nate reached out with his free hand to stroke Sophie's hair out of her face. "Sophie, how are you doing?"
"I've been shot, Nate," she replied, arching an eyebrow. She grimaced. "Fuck. He really got a good hit."
"Nate, there are going to be more guys coming in just a minute," Eliot muttered. "We have to get out of here."
"Okay." Nate shifted so he could meet Sophie's eyes. "Soph, we're going to move you to the van. Stay with us."
"This is going to be hell," she said through gritted teeth.
"We're ready for you, Nate," Hardison said over the earpiece.
Nate nodded to Eliot, and Eliot picked Sophie up, cradling her head against his shoulder. Nate stayed right beside him so he could keep his hands over the wound. Sophie's cheeks were losing color, and he could see her eyes fluttering closed.
"Damn it, Sophie, stay awake," Nate demanded as he and Eliot ran from the building and to the van.
Parker was waiting with the back open. Nate got in first and backed up until there was room to lay Sophie on the floor. Parker had slid into the driver's seat with Hardison beside her, pulling up a map to find a hospital. Eliot stripped off his shirt and handed it to Nate before moving out of the way.
Nate pressed the shirt against Sophie's middle and patted her cheek. "Come on, Soph. Stay with me."
She moaned, but she opened her eyes. "It hurts."
He nodded his head. "I know. I know. Just hold on a little longer."
She reached up to grasp his hand, her fingers covered with her own blood. Eliot was still hunched over her body, holding his shirt to her abdomen. She could see black spots, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Sophie, no, don't do this!"
Nate's voice cut through the fog surrounding her. Each lungful of air was becoming harder to draw in. She licked her lips and forced her eyes back open, locking onto Nate's frightened face.
"How much longer?" she whispered.
Hardison turned around in the front seat to face the group in the back. "Three minutes. We're almost there."
Parker tightened her grip on the steering wheel and increased her speed until they were almost flying down the road. She had remembered to turn on the emergency blinkers, and other vehicles were swerving out of her way. Sophie suddenly felt very cold. She tried to tighten her grip on Nate's hand, but her fingers refused to respond. Eliot was shouting something at Parker, but she couldn't understand it. All she could focus on was Nate in front of her; he leaned over and brushed a kiss to her forehead.
"Be strong, Sophie," he murmured. He pulled her up into his arms and jumped out of the van.
She assumed they were in the emergency room. It would make sense. It was odd. The pain was leaving now. Nate laid her down on a stretcher and people swirled around her, a bustle of activity. She wanted to fight against them. She had something to tell Nate and the others. Something important that she was going to forget. But, the heaviness in her head kept her from moving. She caught one last look at Nate before she was wheeled away. He looked so lost and alone. She tried to smile at him. Then, she closed her eyes.
Chapter Two: Eliot
Chapter Three: Hardison
Chapter Four: Tara
Chapter Five: Parker
Chapter Six: Nate
Author: alinaandalion
Rating: T
Spoilers: Possibly up through the end of season 3.
Characters: Sophie, Eliot, Hardison, Tara, Parker, and Nate
Pairings: Nate/Sophie, Parker/Hardison
Summary: The tears dry without you. Life goes on, but I'm gone because I die without you.
Chapter One: Sophie
"Everyone out. We're blown." Nate's voice sounded over their earpieces as he ran down a flight of stairs.
"Where to?" Eliot asked. He grunted with pain as he took a hit. He punched his attacker across the jaw.
"Lobby. Hardison have the van waiting outside," Nate replied.
Nate jumped the last few steps and rushed into the lobby. He could see Sophie emerging on the other side, and he started towards her. A gunshot rang out, and she stopped, bending over. Nate turned his head to see one of the men who had been chasing him holding a gun that was pointed straight at Sophie. He looked back at her; she had fallen to her knees, her hands clutching her abdomen.
"Sophie!" He ran as fast as he could to her side.
Parker was a few feet away, her face pale. Eliot appeared behind the shooter and wrapped his arm around the man's neck. Nate could have sworn he had heard the shooter's neck snap as Eliot dispatched him and hurried in Sophie's direction.
Sophie gasped with pain. "Nate…oh, God, it hurts."
Nate lifted one of her hands to examine the wound, paling at the sight of the amount of bleeding. He covered it with his right hand. "I know, Soph. Hang in there. We'll get you out of here."
"What's happening in there?" Hardison asked.
"Sophie's been shot," Eliot said. He knelt down beside Nate. "How bad is it?"
"I don't know if it's hit any organs," Nate said quietly. "Hardison, are you almost out front?"
"Five seconds man."
"Good. Parker, you're driving us to the nearest hospital." Nate reached out with his free hand to stroke Sophie's hair out of her face. "Sophie, how are you doing?"
"I've been shot, Nate," she replied, arching an eyebrow. She grimaced. "Fuck. He really got a good hit."
"Nate, there are going to be more guys coming in just a minute," Eliot muttered. "We have to get out of here."
"Okay." Nate shifted so he could meet Sophie's eyes. "Soph, we're going to move you to the van. Stay with us."
"This is going to be hell," she said through gritted teeth.
"We're ready for you, Nate," Hardison said over the earpiece.
Nate nodded to Eliot, and Eliot picked Sophie up, cradling her head against his shoulder. Nate stayed right beside him so he could keep his hands over the wound. Sophie's cheeks were losing color, and he could see her eyes fluttering closed.
"Damn it, Sophie, stay awake," Nate demanded as he and Eliot ran from the building and to the van.
Parker was waiting with the back open. Nate got in first and backed up until there was room to lay Sophie on the floor. Parker had slid into the driver's seat with Hardison beside her, pulling up a map to find a hospital. Eliot stripped off his shirt and handed it to Nate before moving out of the way.
Nate pressed the shirt against Sophie's middle and patted her cheek. "Come on, Soph. Stay with me."
She moaned, but she opened her eyes. "It hurts."
He nodded his head. "I know. I know. Just hold on a little longer."
She reached up to grasp his hand, her fingers covered with her own blood. Eliot was still hunched over her body, holding his shirt to her abdomen. She could see black spots, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Sophie, no, don't do this!"
Nate's voice cut through the fog surrounding her. Each lungful of air was becoming harder to draw in. She licked her lips and forced her eyes back open, locking onto Nate's frightened face.
"How much longer?" she whispered.
Hardison turned around in the front seat to face the group in the back. "Three minutes. We're almost there."
Parker tightened her grip on the steering wheel and increased her speed until they were almost flying down the road. She had remembered to turn on the emergency blinkers, and other vehicles were swerving out of her way. Sophie suddenly felt very cold. She tried to tighten her grip on Nate's hand, but her fingers refused to respond. Eliot was shouting something at Parker, but she couldn't understand it. All she could focus on was Nate in front of her; he leaned over and brushed a kiss to her forehead.
"Be strong, Sophie," he murmured. He pulled her up into his arms and jumped out of the van.
She assumed they were in the emergency room. It would make sense. It was odd. The pain was leaving now. Nate laid her down on a stretcher and people swirled around her, a bustle of activity. She wanted to fight against them. She had something to tell Nate and the others. Something important that she was going to forget. But, the heaviness in her head kept her from moving. She caught one last look at Nate before she was wheeled away. He looked so lost and alone. She tried to smile at him. Then, she closed her eyes.
Chapter Two: Eliot
Chapter Three: Hardison
Chapter Four: Tara
Chapter Five: Parker
Chapter Six: Nate