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Chaos ficlet: For Each Other 1/1

July 10th, 2011 (01:54 pm)

Title:  For Each Other

Disclaimer:  Not mine.

A/N:  eviinsanemonkey  asked for Rick in peril.  Mostly unbeta’ed, though I did try to give it a read myself.

Summary:  On his knees, Rick tries to remember how it came to this. 

-o-

Rick thinks he’s going to die.

This isn’t a totally uncommon thought for him.  During his short stint with the ODS, he’s been put in perilous situations time and again.  Sometimes he doesn’t even realize the depth of his danger until all is said and done.

He knows this time, though.  It’s kind of hard not to.

After all, his nose is swelling so badly that breathing is a struggle.  More than that, his left eye is bruised shut and blood is blurring the vision in his other eye.  His ribs ache and he’s lost feeling in his hands from the bindings that have his arms tied so tight behind his back that shoulder dislocation seems imminent.

Oh, and the gun pressed into the back of his head.  That’s a pretty clear indication of just how screwed Rick is.

On his knees, Rick tries to remember how it came to this.  He remembers the mission--lost plutonium headed toward the black market--and he remembers the meeting with their in--a former German nuclear scientist--and he remembers Michael telling him how dangerous this is--because people die doing this kind of thing--and he remembers the meet going wrong and seeing Billy go down, followed by Casey and Michael--and that feeling of certain dread when he knew he was next.

And Rick doesn’t remember the next part, but he remembers waking up alone in a dank, concrete cell.  He remembers the guards, he remembers the beatings, he remembers the single question, again and again:  who do you work for?

There was only one answer to give, and Rick repeated it until his throat was raw, no one, no one, until his voice stopped working, until it was all he heard in his tortured dreams when darkness finally came.

It’s hazy after that.  Pain and bleariness in equal turns.  The question is still there, drumming into his skull, but he doesn’t know how to answer it any more, doesn’t care to try.  He believes his answer.  He works for no one and he’s alone here and now he’s going to die a stupid and anonymous death.

It’s a crystal clear revelation, cutting sharply into his fogginess.  All his work, all his training--it’s coming down to this.  He’s always said he’d die for his country, and now he’ll prove himself in the end.  He’ll be a grave marker in a cemetery, a star on the wall.  A memory.

He’s not alone anymore, though.  Across the room, Michael is on his knees facing him.  He looks almost as bad as Rick feels.  Casey is to his right, seeping blood from a gash behind his ear.  Billy’s on his left, listing somewhat to his side, but keeping upright by sheer force of will.  There are guards all around, and the gun pushes into the back of his head a little harder and the accented voice is strong above his head.

“So I ask you again,” the voice says.  “If none of you will talk for your own benefit, maybe you will talk for each other.”

Michael doesn’t flinch.  Casey’s eyes narrow, and Billy straightens himself somewhat.

The gun scratches the back of his head roughly. 

“Who do you work for?” the voice demands, and the gun knocks his skull a little to punctuate the point.

Michael inclines his head slightly.  Behind his back, Casey shares a look with Billy.

“We’ve told you,” Michael says, his voice thick but clear.  “We don’t work for anyone.”

The gun pokes deeper and the safety is clicked off; Rick can barely control a sob.

But Michael’s voice is steady, resolute.  His gaze meets Rick’s and the answer is for him.  “We’re in this for each other.”

It’s a cue that none of them have discussed, but they all know it anyway.  Casey slams upward into one of the guard, and Billy lashes out another.  Guns fire and knives clatter and Rick feels himself flung to the side.  The force of the impact dims his vision and the rattle of bullets cuts into his consciousness, drowning out the answer he’s forced himself to memorize.

When Rick wakes up this time, there are gentle hands on him, pressing on his wounds, cleaning up his blood.  His blinks his good eye open and takes a strangled breath and realizes he’s still alive.

He’s still alive.

Michael is above him.  Casey and Billy are hovering just behind.  Casey’s brow is creased and Billy looks concerned.  Michael just smiles.  “You’re okay, Martinez,” he says.  “You’re going to be just fine.”

Rick still can’t speak--it’s still a struggle to breathe--but this time when he slips away, it’s not to darkness, it’s to sleep, and all he can hear is Michael’s voice, echoing softly into his dreams:  we’re in this for each other.

Comments

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: July 10th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)

oh, wow. this is fantastic.

I love these lines especially:
He works for no one and he’s alone here and now he’s going to die a stupid and anonymous death.
and
He’ll be a grave marker in a cemetery, a star on the wall. A memory.

the whole thing is just so, so perfect!

(you're turn)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: July 10th, 2011 07:18 pm (UTC)
CHAOS team

I really enjoy writing peril, so this one was fun :)

(Since this was Rick in peril, how about hero!Rick?)

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: July 10th, 2011 07:19 pm (UTC)

you're good at writing peril :)

(ooh, this shall be fun)

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: July 10th, 2011 08:51 pm (UTC)

here you go :)

Posted by: lukadreaming (lukadreaming)
Posted at: July 10th, 2011 10:58 pm (UTC)
Billy

Eek! Great look at the group dynamics . . .

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: July 11th, 2011 12:38 am (UTC)
billy watches

I always love how they know how to work together without really planning it. Thanks :)

Posted by: blackdog_lz (blackdog_lz)
Posted at: July 11th, 2011 07:39 am (UTC)

So I should actually be doing something productive at work, but instead I'm reading you amazing fic. And yay teamwhump and teamwork :)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: July 11th, 2011 12:53 pm (UTC)
billy content

Ehh, work is overrated, right?

I'm happy to provide you with distractions :) Thanks!

Posted by: nietie (nietie)
Posted at: July 13th, 2011 01:54 pm (UTC)
Chaosketeers

*wibbles* I could feel Rick's pain.

Great angst!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: July 13th, 2011 02:13 pm (UTC)
billy likes

Thank you :)

Posted by: altpointofview (altpointofview)
Posted at: July 19th, 2011 09:42 pm (UTC)

Okay so look. I don't know why this happens to me but Livejournal simply keeps me flummoxed. I am more than perfectly capable of working a computer and surfing the net and playing with graphic programs and well you get the drift... I am not a technological idiot... well not normally... but for the life of me I can not figure out Livejournal.

So look I just read this absolutely most wonderful chaos fic "For Each Other" -- I mean it was beyond brilliant in every freakin' way. The author captured the characters perfectly. The angst had me leaning closer and closer to the computer screen with every line I read!!!! It was cruel and heartbreaking with beyond excellent emotional limpage (my absolute favorite kind) and yet the author still managed to bring it back to end with comfort and friendship --- so I started out whimpering and ended with a smile. :)

I could go on but then the review would be longer than the fic and nobody really wants that. And anyway what I really wanted to do was thank the author for a wonderful fic (that knowing my mastering of LJ I will never be able to find again).

I was looking for Faye to thank her for a marvelous Chaos fic I ran across on FF.net today but something I hit brought me to this fic instead. So I'm not sure if this disclaimer below the fic title meant that Chaos didn't belong to her or if the fic wasn't hers and it was
just a link or a post to a really great fic. LOL!
Yeah I know that sounds all convoluteed & probably slightly nuts but if you knew me (& Faye did) you would totally understand and agree -- well except for maybe the 'slightly' as I'm sure I rate a higher degree of instability than that. :D

Thanks again for the fic - whoever wrote it!!! It was beyond *squee*!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: July 19th, 2011 09:50 pm (UTC)
billy guitar

LOL, never change, RE ;)

You need to spend more time on LJ and figure it out. It has its quirks but it's not quite as flummoxing as you seem to think it is :)

Of course this is my journal and of course I wrote this fic (you could always go to my masterlist on here and see some very familiar SPN fic to confirm that).

And of course you like(d) Chaos. Because great minds think alike.

I've been posting less on ff.net lately for a variety reasons, so most of my fic is posted here--including a great deal of Chaos fic that's not on ff.net.

And hey! It's good to see you! How have you been? Email me sometime and let's catch up because life is so utterly crazy :)

Posted by: altpointofview (altpointofview)
Posted at: July 20th, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC)

Me change?!?! Oh please the world wouldn't be able to survive without the "crazies" in it you know. We provide the texture oh and that nougatty gooey stuff you find in the middle of the best chocolate candies. :D
I'm glad to see you're still so busy with your fics... but how dare you be hiding good fic from me on LiveJournal. *shakes finger and stamps foot*
You will be encouraged to note my multiple postings today in LJ. I sorta got the impression yesterday that you had been holding out on me with the good fics so I got desperate and made a friend of mine sit down and give me the LJ tutorial for dummies! (I am not missing out on your fics for anything... stubborn psychotic web hosting be hanged!)
Besides I hate facebook, couldn't tweet to save my life and all the good people seem to be hiding out here so I'm just gonna have to buy a better map or a compass or something and wind my way through to that chewie nougatty center I mentioned above. :D
I've missed you very much girl. I'm glad you haven't changed... you are one of the good crazies. :D

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