Fic: The Real Green Thing Will Come
Title: The Real Green Thing Will Come
Characters: Critic, Harvey Finevoice
Word Count: 503
H/C Bingo Prompt: Bodyguard
Disclaimer: Verse is mine, characters are not.
A/N: Pre-club. And yes, Harvey's in the H!V now, don't judge me.
Critic was falling. It was the safe kind, the kind where you know what's going to happen when you hit the ground but you don't really care. Because the sky was so pretty, the wind made really nice sounds and it was time to go.
Time to go...
The darkness for once felt warm and secure and enveloping.
Time to go...
He just needed some sl-
"Hey, kid!"
He blinked his eyes open and scowled at how white and harsh everything looked. A man who he didn't know and looked seriously out of place was shaking him like something bad had happened and nurses were scurrying around checking monitors. There was too much light and chatter and if he could just close his eyes and go back to sleep that would be great...
A firm voice from up above. "Harvey, make sure he doesn't try anything again."
What did he try?
"Yes, boss."
Slowly, the noise died down and he and Harvey were left alone. The man leaned back in his chair and folded his arms.
"You gotta death wish, kid?"
He wasn't going to be able to sleep now so he sighed and tried getting comfortable. It wasn't easy with the (new?) restraints but he managed to find a soft spot on his pillow.
He creased his forehead, trying to remember. Ask That Guy had been allowed to visit him (he's doing well), there was something about money... and guilt... and then he was alone and angry. And then there was nothing.
"You don't belong here," he said, half to Harvey and half to himself.
The suited man smiled, standing over him and covering his legs with the blanket that had been rolled up at the end of your bed.
"I'm here to keep idiots such as yourself from doing even more damage."
Something inside him curled up and he let the brat take over. "S'not my fault."
Harvey patted him on the cheek and sat back in his chair, taking a worn-out paperback from his pocket. "Of course it's not. The world is cruel and doesn't understand, right?"
"fuckoff." He turned away, sulking.
"Now don't do that."
"I can do what I want," he muttered. If this guy kept calling him a kid, then why not act like one?
"Listen. You seem like a nice kid who really shouldn't be here, but you could have used your brains a little better, y'know? Got a decent job, listened in school, got away from your brother-lover-whatthefuckever..."
He turned over again and stared at the ceiling. "I hate having files."
"They're useful for when certain people refuse to talk to anyone."
He tugged at his restraints some more. They were kinda soft but they itched like fuck and they weren't doing his dignity any favors.
"How do I get out of these fucking things?"
"Hush and behave, and I'll take them off. Maybe I'll even take you outside. That clear?"
He smiled genuinely for what seemed like the first time in a long while. "Crystal."
Characters: Critic, Harvey Finevoice
Word Count: 503
H/C Bingo Prompt: Bodyguard
Disclaimer: Verse is mine, characters are not.
A/N: Pre-club. And yes, Harvey's in the H!V now, don't judge me.
Critic was falling. It was the safe kind, the kind where you know what's going to happen when you hit the ground but you don't really care. Because the sky was so pretty, the wind made really nice sounds and it was time to go.
Time to go...
The darkness for once felt warm and secure and enveloping.
Time to go...
He just needed some sl-
"Hey, kid!"
He blinked his eyes open and scowled at how white and harsh everything looked. A man who he didn't know and looked seriously out of place was shaking him like something bad had happened and nurses were scurrying around checking monitors. There was too much light and chatter and if he could just close his eyes and go back to sleep that would be great...
A firm voice from up above. "Harvey, make sure he doesn't try anything again."
What did he try?
"Yes, boss."
Slowly, the noise died down and he and Harvey were left alone. The man leaned back in his chair and folded his arms.
"You gotta death wish, kid?"
He wasn't going to be able to sleep now so he sighed and tried getting comfortable. It wasn't easy with the (new?) restraints but he managed to find a soft spot on his pillow.
He creased his forehead, trying to remember. Ask That Guy had been allowed to visit him (he's doing well), there was something about money... and guilt... and then he was alone and angry. And then there was nothing.
"You don't belong here," he said, half to Harvey and half to himself.
The suited man smiled, standing over him and covering his legs with the blanket that had been rolled up at the end of your bed.
"I'm here to keep idiots such as yourself from doing even more damage."
Something inside him curled up and he let the brat take over. "S'not my fault."
Harvey patted him on the cheek and sat back in his chair, taking a worn-out paperback from his pocket. "Of course it's not. The world is cruel and doesn't understand, right?"
"fuckoff." He turned away, sulking.
"Now don't do that."
"I can do what I want," he muttered. If this guy kept calling him a kid, then why not act like one?
"Listen. You seem like a nice kid who really shouldn't be here, but you could have used your brains a little better, y'know? Got a decent job, listened in school, got away from your brother-lover-whatthefuckever..."
He turned over again and stared at the ceiling. "I hate having files."
"They're useful for when certain people refuse to talk to anyone."
He tugged at his restraints some more. They were kinda soft but they itched like fuck and they weren't doing his dignity any favors.
"How do I get out of these fucking things?"
"Hush and behave, and I'll take them off. Maybe I'll even take you outside. That clear?"
He smiled genuinely for what seemed like the first time in a long while. "Crystal."