Rescue Me (#183 Rescue)
Title: Rescue Me
Prompt: #183 Rescue
Author: ladygray99
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Don, Larry (Can be seen as pre Don/Larry if you want)
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: Post Show future fic. Alcohol and Drug abuse.
Summary: Don’s happy ever after didn’t turn up.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100 . So I’ve had this plan for this BurntOut!Don/Larry story floating around my head for a while now. It’s in bits and pieces and it has never quite gelled but I guess this is the first little bit of it. Maybe more will come. I kind of hope. I have a fondness for those two. Thoughts please?
Beta: None.
Rescue Me (#183 Rescue)
Don opened his eyes. The room was spinning. The room always seemed to be spinning these days, since Robin left, since the bullet shattered his knee, since they took his team, since his fight with Charlie, since he learned how to mix Vicodin and tequila and still do paperwork then limp home on Friday nights and not move until Monday.
Don wasn't sure what day it was. Some part of him hoped it was still the weekend but mostly he didn’t care, he just knew he didn't feel well. He recognized the figure standing over him.
“Larry?”
Larry's smile was soft and sad. “Hello Donald.”
“I don't feel well.”
Larry knelt down. Don realized he was on the floor. “I know.” Don closed his eyes again. He felt Larry's hand on his head then his cheek. It was dry and cool. It was miles away from his own skin hot, dirty and sticky. “I think you need a change in scenery.”
“I can't leave.”
“You already have. You just left your body here.” Don blinked. “I still have a place in the desert. It's empty and clean. No pills, no alcohol, no demands from others. It's a safe place for shifting your mind from one state to another.”
“Why?”
“Because I am worried about you and someone obviously needs to be.”
Don tried to think about that, think about the idea that anyone was worried about him. It was hard to think about anything these days. He tried to push himself up but his knee throbbed and his head spun. He scrabbled for the cane that was usually in reach.
Instead Larry's arms were around him helping him sit up. They were stronger than Don expected and warm.
When the nausea passed Don looked at Larry's kind blue eyes. “Please.”
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Prompt: #183 Rescue
Author: ladygray99
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Don, Larry (Can be seen as pre Don/Larry if you want)
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: Post Show future fic. Alcohol and Drug abuse.
Summary: Don’s happy ever after didn’t turn up.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100 . So I’ve had this plan for this BurntOut!Don/Larry story floating around my head for a while now. It’s in bits and pieces and it has never quite gelled but I guess this is the first little bit of it. Maybe more will come. I kind of hope. I have a fondness for those two. Thoughts please?
Beta: None.
Rescue Me (#183 Rescue)
Don opened his eyes. The room was spinning. The room always seemed to be spinning these days, since Robin left, since the bullet shattered his knee, since they took his team, since his fight with Charlie, since he learned how to mix Vicodin and tequila and still do paperwork then limp home on Friday nights and not move until Monday.
Don wasn't sure what day it was. Some part of him hoped it was still the weekend but mostly he didn’t care, he just knew he didn't feel well. He recognized the figure standing over him.
“Larry?”
Larry's smile was soft and sad. “Hello Donald.”
“I don't feel well.”
Larry knelt down. Don realized he was on the floor. “I know.” Don closed his eyes again. He felt Larry's hand on his head then his cheek. It was dry and cool. It was miles away from his own skin hot, dirty and sticky. “I think you need a change in scenery.”
“I can't leave.”
“You already have. You just left your body here.” Don blinked. “I still have a place in the desert. It's empty and clean. No pills, no alcohol, no demands from others. It's a safe place for shifting your mind from one state to another.”
“Why?”
“Because I am worried about you and someone obviously needs to be.”
Don tried to think about that, think about the idea that anyone was worried about him. It was hard to think about anything these days. He tried to push himself up but his knee throbbed and his head spun. He scrabbled for the cane that was usually in reach.
Instead Larry's arms were around him helping him sit up. They were stronger than Don expected and warm.
When the nausea passed Don looked at Larry's kind blue eyes. “Please.”
Next