FIC: The Hardest Part
Title: The Hardest Part
Author: badfalcon
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, Angst, H/C, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasiannaas ever, for the beta, handholding and encouragement!
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it
Summary: Christian is unconscious. All Steve can do is sit by his bed. And wait.
It’s dark when he wakes up, properly wakes up. Not like before - snatches of consciousness slipping through his fingers, not sure if he remembers them or dreamed them: his eyes too heavy to open so he slipped back under again; his momma holding a cup while he gulped water through a straw; awake but unable to move, not able to feel his legs, panic coursing through him
This time though, he’s awake. Fully awake. Can actually feel his whole body and is starting to think that’s actually a bad idea because fuck he hurts. And he’s thirsty. He licks his lips and eyes the cup of water on the cupboard next to him but his arm hurts too much to move and his other hand is being held tightly. By Steve.
Steve!
And then it suddenly doesn’t matter how much pain he’s in because… because it’s Steve and he has to know that Steve's ok, that Steve's not hurt. He struggles to move, pushing himself up on his pillows; panting and trembling with exhaustion but he can see Steve. See him hunched over in that too-small plastic chair, his arms folded on the edge of the bed, head pillowed in his arms.
He squeezes Steve’s hand gently, smiling when Steve squeezes back, fingers tightening and murmurs in his sleep but doesn’t wake. Leaning over, he runs his hand through Steve’s hair, smiling to himself as Steve jerks awake with a snort.
He watches as Steve yawns and scrubs a hand over his face, smiles affectionately when Steve rubs a thumb over the back of his hand.
Steve frowns and looks around the room, trying to work out what has woken him; eyes landing on him and Christian can actually hear the breath catching in Steve's throat when he realises he's awake. He smiles and squeezes his fingers as Steve stares at him in shock, unable to contain the grin as he stammers his name before asking him if he's awake.
"Yeah," he croaks and Steve's up out of the chair in an instant, holding him up and passing him the cup of water. "Thanks," he smiles, groaning as he lies back down, capturing Steve's hand in his own. "Thought you were... fuck... are you ok, Steve?"
Steve snorts and shakes his head, scratching at his scalp. "I'm fine. Chris, I'm fine, I promise," he reassures at Christian's worried look. "Scratches and bruises, that's all." He leans forward and presses a kissed to Christian's forehead tears running unchecked down his face. "Wish I could say the same about you," he whispers. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Don't.." Christian paused. "Don't... Steve... don't... Please..." He tugs gently on Steve's hand. "C'mere darlin..." And that's all it takes for Steve to practically throw himself on Christian, arms twining around him, face buried in his neck, holding him tightly as he cries; Christian wrapping his arms around him in return.
"Don't do that to me again," Steve begs though his tears. "Please Chris, don't... fuck don't you dare try and die again!"
"I won't, I promise." Christian chokes out a laugh and tips Steve's chin up, cups his face in his hands and brushes his tears away with his thumbs. "Don't cry," he whispers against Steve's lips, kissing him softly.
Steve whimpers softly and returns the kiss, tongue parting Christian's lips, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone before pulling back and resting his forehead against Christian's. "I love you Chris."
"You've never said that to me before," Christian smiles and kisses Steve gently. His arms tighten around Steve even as his eyelids start drooping closed. "I love you too."
Steve smiles back at Christian, his hand carding through Christian's hair to caress the back of his neck. "You should rest," he says quietly, moving to get off the bed.
"Stay?" Christian requests quietly and Steve nods, arranging himself to lay next to Christian; head on the pillow next to him, one arm draped loosely over his waist
~El fin~
Author: badfalcon
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, Angst, H/C, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasiannaas ever, for the beta, handholding and encouragement!
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it
Summary: Christian is unconscious. All Steve can do is sit by his bed. And wait.
It’s dark when he wakes up, properly wakes up. Not like before - snatches of consciousness slipping through his fingers, not sure if he remembers them or dreamed them: his eyes too heavy to open so he slipped back under again; his momma holding a cup while he gulped water through a straw; awake but unable to move, not able to feel his legs, panic coursing through him
This time though, he’s awake. Fully awake. Can actually feel his whole body and is starting to think that’s actually a bad idea because fuck he hurts. And he’s thirsty. He licks his lips and eyes the cup of water on the cupboard next to him but his arm hurts too much to move and his other hand is being held tightly. By Steve.
Steve!
And then it suddenly doesn’t matter how much pain he’s in because… because it’s Steve and he has to know that Steve's ok, that Steve's not hurt. He struggles to move, pushing himself up on his pillows; panting and trembling with exhaustion but he can see Steve. See him hunched over in that too-small plastic chair, his arms folded on the edge of the bed, head pillowed in his arms.
He squeezes Steve’s hand gently, smiling when Steve squeezes back, fingers tightening and murmurs in his sleep but doesn’t wake. Leaning over, he runs his hand through Steve’s hair, smiling to himself as Steve jerks awake with a snort.
He watches as Steve yawns and scrubs a hand over his face, smiles affectionately when Steve rubs a thumb over the back of his hand.
Steve frowns and looks around the room, trying to work out what has woken him; eyes landing on him and Christian can actually hear the breath catching in Steve's throat when he realises he's awake. He smiles and squeezes his fingers as Steve stares at him in shock, unable to contain the grin as he stammers his name before asking him if he's awake.
"Yeah," he croaks and Steve's up out of the chair in an instant, holding him up and passing him the cup of water. "Thanks," he smiles, groaning as he lies back down, capturing Steve's hand in his own. "Thought you were... fuck... are you ok, Steve?"
Steve snorts and shakes his head, scratching at his scalp. "I'm fine. Chris, I'm fine, I promise," he reassures at Christian's worried look. "Scratches and bruises, that's all." He leans forward and presses a kissed to Christian's forehead tears running unchecked down his face. "Wish I could say the same about you," he whispers. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Don't.." Christian paused. "Don't... Steve... don't... Please..." He tugs gently on Steve's hand. "C'mere darlin..." And that's all it takes for Steve to practically throw himself on Christian, arms twining around him, face buried in his neck, holding him tightly as he cries; Christian wrapping his arms around him in return.
"Don't do that to me again," Steve begs though his tears. "Please Chris, don't... fuck don't you dare try and die again!"
"I won't, I promise." Christian chokes out a laugh and tips Steve's chin up, cups his face in his hands and brushes his tears away with his thumbs. "Don't cry," he whispers against Steve's lips, kissing him softly.
Steve whimpers softly and returns the kiss, tongue parting Christian's lips, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone before pulling back and resting his forehead against Christian's. "I love you Chris."
"You've never said that to me before," Christian smiles and kisses Steve gently. His arms tighten around Steve even as his eyelids start drooping closed. "I love you too."
Steve smiles back at Christian, his hand carding through Christian's hair to caress the back of his neck. "You should rest," he says quietly, moving to get off the bed.
"Stay?" Christian requests quietly and Steve nods, arranging himself to lay next to Christian; head on the pillow next to him, one arm draped loosely over his waist
~El fin~