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Missing scenes for Max Debryn and Morse from Endeavour S06e04 Deguello

It wasn’t until he was standing in the doorway, shouting for a doctor for Box, that Morse realized he'd forgotten about someone important. In all the rush, the chase, the adrenaline, he hadn’t even thought about checking on Debryn. He cursed his own distractable mind, and hurried down, shoes clattering against the iron steps.

To his great relief, he saw the doctor standing on his own beside the truck, looking rather lost in all the commotion on the quarry floor.

“Oh god, Max. I’m so sorry.” He had never seen the doctor in such a state. DeBryn was always so very put together, no matter the grisly scene, and Morse had never appreciated what a relief that island of propriety had been. Now this whole mess had tarnished even his good doctor. Morse rushed forward, hands extended as if to touch him, but faltering at the last moment as Max looked up. Blood had clotted along the right side of his face, but his eyes were bright and the look on his face determined.

“It’s alright. Strange came and checked on me, and I sent him off after the bastards. Uniform got me out. You got ‘em all, yeah?”

Morse nodded, unsure of what else to say.

“First things first I suppose.”

“Max...” Morse began, reaching out to him again, taking him softly by the elbow. Max offered him a grim smile.

“It’s fine Morse, I know what you’re like.”

There were a hundred abortive sentences in his head, but instead he just gestured nervously, at the bruised wrists, and the cut on Max’s forehead.

Max followed his gesture, felt at the cut, then examined the blood on his fingers with a look of mild confusion. He looked up at Morse, must’ve seen the worry there. “Oh, it looks worse. Head wounds, you know. The concussion seems mild, though I’m hardly an impartial source.” He stepped free of Morse’s touch. “It’s the wrists I’m worried about,” he added, rubbing at them again. “I need steady hands in my line of work. Not that the patients complain, it’s just...”

Morse hummed, stemming the flow of words, and settled on the most important thing he wanted to say. "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

Max made a vague noise of assent, and Morse knew he was still processing.

"Here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the set of glasses.

"Oh. Thanks.” He made to put them on, then noticed the fracture running through the right lens. “Cracked. Bugger." He must have noticed Thursday approaching too, because at that, he turned and wandered over to the ambulance.

Morse took a breath as if to say something, realized he still hadn’t figured out what to say, and huffed it out again. It would have to wait.

It was nearly full dark by the time Morse pulled up to DeBryn’s house. There had been so much to straighten out back at the nick, but he couldn’t head home without at least trying to call in. The house looked as inviting at night as it did in daylight, the lantern by the door lit to spread a welcoming glow over the porch. Morse knocked softly, and took a step back as he waited. If the doctor was sleeping, he wouldn’t want to wake him. Not after the day he’d had.

Yet, after a couple of seconds, he heard someone approach the door, and it opened to reveal DeBryn, clad in soft purple slippers and a hastily thrown-on bathrobe that revealed the white undershirt underneath. Morse felt suddenly rather awkward calling in on him this late at night. He shuffled his feet nervously. “The hospital said you’d been released.” He could see why; apart from the small white patch over his right eyebrow, and the crack in his glasses, DeBryn looked no worse for wear.

“Morse?” DeBryn asked, confused.

“I, um.” Morse scratched the back of his neck, feeling more self-conscious by the second. He hadn’t really thought this through. “I don’t mean to intrude. I don’t want… If you’re not up to it. I… Mind if I come in?”

DeBryn hesitated a moment before stepping aside. “I suppose not.”

He led the way down to the small sitting room, and gestured Morse to one of the seats.

“Tea? I’ve just made a cuppa.”

“Please.” Morse wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or confused at how relaxed DeBryn seemed. DeBryn was one of the team of course, but he was also a civilian. And he’d been kidnapped. He had expected… something.

“I was right by the way,” Debryn declared on his way back from the kitchen. “Mild concussion. Minor scrapes and bruises, nothing serious.”

He set the cup and saucer in front of Morse, and took a seat on the couch opposite him.

“Thanks.” Morse cradled the warm cup, trying to marshal his thoughts. “I just. I just came in to see if you were alright, is all.”

DeBryn hummed his assent, taking a sip from his own tea. “You can see I’m fine. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix. No need to worry about me.”

There was something off about his cheeriness, or maybe it was just the way it clashed with Morse’s darker mood. He looked down at the cup in his hands. “Yesterday, on the phone. I thought...” Morse swallowed thickly around all the barbed words in his throat. “I’ve never been so scared.”

He looked up to see DeBryn smiling at him benignly. “And you’ve been shot at.”

Morse huffed out a surprised laugh. Well, at least his wit was still intact. “More than once,” he agreed.

They sipped their tea in silence for a while. A cinnamon blend that slowly took the edge off of Morse’s frantic thoughts. It was funny; he’d come here to check on DeBryn, yet he was the one being comforted.

“I’m just,” Morse began, as he placed the empty cup back on the saucer. He searched for words, and settled, as always, on the simplest truth. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too, Morse. Me too.”

#itv endeavour #endeavour morse #max debryn #my writing #season 6 #look I need more Debryn & Morse stuff from this episode #we were robbed #if anyone has anything similar I'd love to see more takes on this aftermath #also this was intended as a fic to comfort Debryn #but ended up being Morse comfort #no surprise there #endeavour

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timelordhugs · 5 years

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Just caught up with the most recent episode of Endeavour, S06E04 “Deguello” (spoilers ahead...)

I love love love the characters of Endeavour. They each have some absolutely wonderful moments in this.

Especially, may I add, Bright, his unlikely rescue being an absolute highlight! He thinks he’s being laughed at by the children when he walks past, but when they run round the corner, asking for his autograph it’s clear they have admiration for him (and so they should - his pelican campaign will have saved so many lives) which adds to the absolute brilliance of that scene. And that he later uses his erstwhile misfortune to his advantage - the traffic cops turning up to save the day because they’re under his command and far removed from the corruption of CID - is a work of genius!

Meanwhile, of course, each season of Endeavour leads us ever-so-slightly closer to where Robbie Lewis will find the characters in the first episode of Morse. Strange, of course, declines a promotion, preferring his loyalties to lie with his friends and with honesty over corruption, but we know his Masonic connections will allow him to rise through the ranks to become Chief Superintendent. We hear Max referring to himself by his first name to Morse for the first time - with John Thaw’s older Morse clearly on first-name terms with Max in the original series. At the end Endeavour also moves into the house occupied by John Thaw’s Morse in the original series - and it’s mentioned in his conversation with Thursday that he’ll “need a car”. Now, earlier in the series I recall Morse and Thursday visited a car dealer who had a Jaguar being repaired... So could Series 7 see the first appearance of Morse’s iconic red Jaguar?? And after a namecheck in an earlier series, will we see anything of Morse’s mentor McNutt (especially as there’s a D.I. vacancy)?

#endeavour morse #itv endeavour #itv morse #shaun evans #john thaw #endeavour: deguello #jim strange #sean rigby #james grout #fred thursday #roger allam #reginald bright #anton lesser #max debryn #james bradshaw #peter woodthorpe

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