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Chaos fic: Not All that Glitters 1/1

August 6th, 2011 (07:08 am)
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Title:  Not All that Glitters

Disclaimer:  Not mine.

A/N: eviinsanemonkey  asked for Casey whump; not all that glitters is gold.  Very unbeta'ed

Summary:  Casey’s here by himself and he’s got a broken arm and is bleeding from a gouge in his side and he’s seeing double from a concussion and he’s really not one for optimism.

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If Billy were here, he’d tell a story about something entirely irrelevant and conclude in full dramatic fashion that things could always be worse.

If Rick were here, he’d be wide-eyed with worry but dogged in his belief that they could get out of this, that they could do the right thing and still come out on top

If Michael were here, he wouldn’t even acknowledge just how bad things were, just keep planning and plotting like he’d been expecting it all along.

But Billy, Rick, and Michael aren’t here.  Casey’s here by himself and he’s got a broken arm and is bleeding from a gouge in his side and he’s seeing double from a concussion and he’s really not one for optimism.  After enough years on this job, he knows better than to give into unrealistic hopes.  It doesn’t help him persevere.  It doesn’t help anything.

Not all that glitters is gold and it’s just better if Casey sees that upfront.

And right now, things are glittering because he’s seeing double and the lone light in his interrogation chamber is burning into his retinas.  Dehydration is playing tricks on his mind and exhaustion is wearing him down.  No matter what questions they ask, he doesn’t want to talk.  No matter what methods they employ, Casey doesn’t want to cave.

But it’s less heroism than it is simple practicality.  His job is to keep secrets.  Secrets keep him safe.  The minute he talks is the minute he dies.

Casey doesn’t want to die.

The guard is in his face, spitting mad, and Casey looks away, doesn’t flinch when a fist slams into his face, because really, there’s no point in any reaction at all.

The guard asks the same question as before: “Who are you?”

Casey can barely see through his swollen eye, but the man’s gold tooth glints and Casey laughs because it’s funny. 

“Who are you?” the man demands again.

Casey smirks.  “Is that real gold in your mouth?” is all he says.

He’s kicked in the stomach, then kneed in the head and Casey passes out again.

Hours pass.  Days.  Casey isn’t sure.  This would bother him except that he already knows he’s probably going to die.  Billy’s optimism means nothing.  Rick’s determination is superfluous.  Michael’s denial is unimportant.  Casey understands reality.  Casey understands.  Weapons are forces of destruction but they’re not indestructible.  How much more so for weapons made of flesh and blood.

It’s an end Casey is okay with.  One he’s prepared for.  There are worse ways to die. 

He tells himself this, tells it to himself again and again over the throbbing in his head and the aching in his body.

People come; people go.  Casey has stopped caring, gave up caring when it became clear that orchestrating his own escape was impossible.  He might have been able to do it with a broken arm.  He might have been able to attempt it with the blood loss.  He surely could have managed it with the concussion.


But all three are a potent combination, and the bindings on his wrists are unyielding and there are too many men and too many guns, and Casey is good but he’s not that good.

Which is why Casey stopped fighting and accepted the truth of his probable fate.

So when the door opens with a clatter and a skirmish ensues, he doesn’t look up.  Doesn’t dare to.  It’s probably an hallucination.  The neurons in his brain firing their last reserves before it’s all over.

The voices, though, are familiar.  Casey ignores them.  Laughs when Rick says, “He’s still alive.”

Someone lifts his head and Casey is looking squarely at Billy.  The Scot looks worried but still offers Casey a smile.  “Of course he’s alive,” he says with confidence.  “He’s Casey Malick.”

Casey just laughs again, eyes rolling in his head.

He’s being untied, helped to his feet.  Michael takes one side, Rick takes another.  Billy moves at point, gun in hand as they move out of the room and down the hallway.  Casey is still laughing when they get outside and see the sun.

It blinds him it’s so bright and the air is so fresh that he almost chokes on it.  The sandy expanse stretches around them, almost sparkling in the daylight, and Casey thinks one last time that this isn’t real. 

He’s dead.  He’s still in the chair.  He’s bleeding out, drying up from the inside out.  It’s over.

Then he’s in the truck, air conditioning in his face and Michael smiles at him.  “It’s over,” he says.

Billy looks at him from the driver’s seat.  Rick hovers.  The compound disappears as the horizon pulls closer and the sun starts sinking.

It’s over.

Casey considers that for the first time.

It’s over.  Billy’s driving them to safety.  Michael still sits with one hand on his gun and Rick presses a bandage to the worst of his wounds.

It’s over.

Billy is here, and he smiles in the rearview mirror. 

Rick is here, and he keeps one hand on Casey’s arm.

Michael is here, and he knows the way out.

It’s over.

Casey sees it now.  Knows it now.  Maybe he has all along and he’s just never let himself acknowledge it because it’s easier to be the pessimist than to have his hopes dashed.  But it’s a fact now, one he knows in the safety of his team.  Closing his eyes, Casey lets himself rest and knows. 

Not all that glitters is gold--but some of it is.

Comments

Posted by: fara (farad)
Posted at: August 6th, 2011 06:39 pm (UTC)
Vin profile - sharp

Lovely! Excellent Casey voice - and attitude! Very nicely done - thanks for sharing!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 6th, 2011 09:00 pm (UTC)
billy watches

Casey does have a rather distinctive voice :) I'm glad it rang true.

Thanks!

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: August 6th, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)

aw, Casey!
This is brilliant.
This line Weapons are forces of destruction but they’re not indestructible. How much more so for weapons made of flesh and blood. is so perfect.

(your turn!)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 6th, 2011 08:37 pm (UTC)

I would never think of writing Casey whump without prompting, but it did turn into an interesting exercise :)

(Casey and Billy; mutual respect)

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: August 26th, 2011 12:40 pm (UTC)

this took me way too long! SORRY!

FINALLY! Hope you like it. It's quite silly.

Posted by: blackdog_lz (blackdog_lz)
Posted at: August 6th, 2011 09:32 pm (UTC)

Great insight into Casey and how he sees his team and life and death :)
And a yay for last minute rescue

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 8th, 2011 01:21 am (UTC)
casey general dislike

I do like happy endings :) And Casey certainly deserves one, even if he might deny it.

Thanks!

Posted by: lukadreaming (lukadreaming)
Posted at: August 6th, 2011 09:48 pm (UTC)
Casey

This works very nicely inside Casey's head, particularly the realisation at the end ...

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 8th, 2011 01:30 am (UTC)
casey general dislike

Casey is never the one I'd dwell on most of this cast, but he's always interesting when I do :)

Thanks!

Posted by: Starrylizard (starrylizard)
Posted at: August 21st, 2011 11:27 am (UTC)
T - Human weapon @ work (Casey Chaos)

I love Casey. He's the best straight man ever in any show. Nice fic! :D

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 22nd, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
casey general dislike

Casey always does manage to make me smile :) Thanks!

Posted by: SamuelJames (samueljames)
Posted at: September 2nd, 2011 10:05 am (UTC)
Chaos

Yay for last minute rescues but Casey has really been through the wars. I liked that he wasn't counting on being rescued so that when it did happen he couldn't even be sure it was real. Him being able to rest once he knew it was safe was lovely.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: September 5th, 2011 11:48 am (UTC)
casey general dislike

Writing Casey whump sort of went against my instincts, so I'm glad you liked how it turned out :)

Thanks!

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