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Title: Filoviridae
Rating: R (for someone descriptively dying of Ebola**)
Pairing: Meckett
Summary: Beckett and Mercer are in Calcutta with DEAD PEOPLE....yum, zombies *except not*
It was horrible. Beckett had never seen anything quite like it. The man lay on his bed, joints stiff, and letting out occasional twitches. His shirt was stained with blood as the liquid oozed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Even the light blanket lying over him was stained, all the way down to the groin. Every few minutes or so there would be a wretch as he spewed black blood down his front.
There was blood smeared on the wall beside him from an earlier seizure. Behind the bloody eyes was a vacant emptiness as if his mind had deteriorated alongside his body.
"What happened?" Beckett asked, hovering near the door.
"Disease m'lord. It's ravaging the area nigh on half the peasants have it." Mercer stood by his master, hand resting on the younger man's arm.
"But what is it? It's surely more than a fever."
"Certainly m'lord, everyone agrees on that point. The only area of contention is what it is exactly." A scream drew their attention to the dying man. His body was thrashing again, blood smearing on the wall and dripping to the ground. He was vomiting again, still black blood but this time there were thick, bloody, pieces coming out as well.
"Let us go." Beckett said, his eyes never leaving the man's face. His bloody face with yellow-red eyes. Mercer gently led his master from the room, his hand still on Beckett's arm. The sun outside the sweltering hut seemed relentless, enhancing the rank smell that permeated everything in Calcutta slums.
"They are all like that?" Beckett asked once they had returned to his house. The study was strewn with papers and various books.
"Every last one."
"And it starts how?"
"No one knows m'lord." A glass of cognac was handed to the clerk who quickly accepted. "It spreads like wild fire but no one knows how it works, where it comes from…the natives think it's from the Gods of course. But then that's their answer for everything."
"It spreads family member to family member?"
"Not always. Master!" Beckett had crossed the room and pulled Mercer into a hug.
"Let's go back to England." His voice was barely above a whisper.
"What about the ches-"
"No. We are going back." Mercer watched as his master buried himself against his chest, hands stroking his back in an absent fashion. A moment passed before he returned the hug, enjoying the feeling of the other man in his arms.
"Of course master…I shall make arrangements presently." It was said into Beckett's hair followed by a light kiss. The wig had been abandoned in the heat.
"Don't," arms tightened. "Don't…get it."
"I won't."
"No Mercer," he looked up. "Don't get it, that's an order."
"Yes m'lord."
"And no mocking me."
"I never mock you." That received a look that clearly said the young man thought otherwise.
"Just," Beckett pulled Mercer down pressing their lips together. "Just don't die."
"Of course no m'lord." Their lips met again. "It's not on the agenda for today."
"Good. And make sure it never will be."
"I shall m'lord, I shall."
** I am well aware that Ebola wasn't discovered until 1976 is Zaire, Africa but eh, this is Fandom. And a DISNEY fandom at that - historical accuracy is for the weak! Bwahahahaha....*cough* ahem. Yes.
Title: Filoviridae
Rating: R (for someone descriptively dying of Ebola**)
Pairing: Meckett
Summary: Beckett and Mercer are in Calcutta with DEAD PEOPLE....yum, zombies *except not*
It was horrible. Beckett had never seen anything quite like it. The man lay on his bed, joints stiff, and letting out occasional twitches. His shirt was stained with blood as the liquid oozed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Even the light blanket lying over him was stained, all the way down to the groin. Every few minutes or so there would be a wretch as he spewed black blood down his front.
There was blood smeared on the wall beside him from an earlier seizure. Behind the bloody eyes was a vacant emptiness as if his mind had deteriorated alongside his body.
"What happened?" Beckett asked, hovering near the door.
"Disease m'lord. It's ravaging the area nigh on half the peasants have it." Mercer stood by his master, hand resting on the younger man's arm.
"But what is it? It's surely more than a fever."
"Certainly m'lord, everyone agrees on that point. The only area of contention is what it is exactly." A scream drew their attention to the dying man. His body was thrashing again, blood smearing on the wall and dripping to the ground. He was vomiting again, still black blood but this time there were thick, bloody, pieces coming out as well.
"Let us go." Beckett said, his eyes never leaving the man's face. His bloody face with yellow-red eyes. Mercer gently led his master from the room, his hand still on Beckett's arm. The sun outside the sweltering hut seemed relentless, enhancing the rank smell that permeated everything in Calcutta slums.
"They are all like that?" Beckett asked once they had returned to his house. The study was strewn with papers and various books.
"Every last one."
"And it starts how?"
"No one knows m'lord." A glass of cognac was handed to the clerk who quickly accepted. "It spreads like wild fire but no one knows how it works, where it comes from…the natives think it's from the Gods of course. But then that's their answer for everything."
"It spreads family member to family member?"
"Not always. Master!" Beckett had crossed the room and pulled Mercer into a hug.
"Let's go back to England." His voice was barely above a whisper.
"What about the ches-"
"No. We are going back." Mercer watched as his master buried himself against his chest, hands stroking his back in an absent fashion. A moment passed before he returned the hug, enjoying the feeling of the other man in his arms.
"Of course master…I shall make arrangements presently." It was said into Beckett's hair followed by a light kiss. The wig had been abandoned in the heat.
"Don't," arms tightened. "Don't…get it."
"I won't."
"No Mercer," he looked up. "Don't get it, that's an order."
"Yes m'lord."
"And no mocking me."
"I never mock you." That received a look that clearly said the young man thought otherwise.
"Just," Beckett pulled Mercer down pressing their lips together. "Just don't die."
"Of course no m'lord." Their lips met again. "It's not on the agenda for today."
"Good. And make sure it never will be."
"I shall m'lord, I shall."
** I am well aware that Ebola wasn't discovered until 1976 is Zaire, Africa but eh, this is Fandom. And a DISNEY fandom at that - historical accuracy is for the weak! Bwahahahaha....*cough* ahem. Yes.