Life and Death
Jegulus microfic | 1.2k words | Mr & Mrs Smith au pt. 2 | pt. 1, pt. 3
The mission hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. It should’ve been a routine package transport, nothing out of the ordinary, except that when they arrived at the dropoff location, they’d been met with 10 armed operatives hell bent on killing them and stealing whatever it was they were transporting.
That’s how James finds himself bleeding out in the backseat as Regulus pushes the gas pedal to the floor, trying to get them somewhere safe while simultaneously losing their attackers.
“James I swear to god if you die I with fucking kill you,” Regulus yells over the roaring engine and squealing tires. “Keep pressure on the wound you fucking idiot!”
James groans as he presses harder on his leg where the bullet entered. Everything’s going a bit fuzzy so he keeps forgetting what he’s doing. If they hit his artery he’s screwed.
“Come on, James, eyes open!” Regulus snaps his fingers, flitting his eyes back and forth between the road and James in the rearview. His brows are pinched in concern and his eyes are shiny with unshed tears. James is pretty sure he’s hallucinating at this point, though.
“Keep your eyes on the road or you’ll kill us both,” James grits out. They’re speeding around sharp curves on the outskirts of a town in the Italian countryside, but it’s not somewhere James recognizes. He stopped hearing gunshots about five minutes ago so he’s pretty sure they lost whoever was chasing them, but if James doesn’t get sewn up soon he won’t make it out of this one.
Regulus lets out an incredulous laugh, “you’re really going to critique my driving skills right now? Unbelievable.”
“Sorry, love, you’re doing gr— FUCK!” They hit a bump that jostles James’ leg and it feels like he’s on fire, burning up from the inside. It’s all a bit too much. He’s fading fast.
“James?!” Regulus calls out. “James don’t you dare pass out we’re almost there just hang on five more minutes.”
“Just gonna take a little nap, love,” James slurs, not totally in control of himself. “You’ve got me.” It’s the last thing he remembers before it all goes dark.
When James cracks his eyes open, he’s met with crimson-stained porcelain. He’s in a bathtub, he thinks, and there is blood… everywhere. That’s when the panic sets in.
James can feel his heart rate spinking as his breathing turns short and shallow. He’s alone in a bathroom he doesn’t recognize and he needs to get his feet under him but god why does his leg feel like it’s been put through a woodchipper? He looks down, taking stock of his body.
He’s naked from the waist down, and there’s a hastily sewn up hole in his upper thigh. It all comes back to him then.
Fuck
Where is Regulus?
All of a sudden,
Footsteps down the hall.
Scissors on the counter.
He doesn't think.
He just grabs and throws.
The blades arc through the air and imbed themselves in the wall centimeters away from a head of black curls. If Regulus didn’t have the reflexes of a cat they’d be in his eye.
He stands there for a moment, one cup of something hot in each hand. He looks at the scissors, then at James, who is half propped up on the edge of the tub and breathing hard. “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” he deadpans.
“Shit I’m so sorry, are you oka—”
“It’s fine, James,” Regulus interrupts. “You’re in a heightened state of awareness and your adrenaline is doing the thinking. I would’ve done the same thing. Sit back down.”
James collapses back into the tub and his leg throbs in protest. He bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a whimper. He’s been shot a few times before but it never gets easier.
Regulus sits on the edge of the tub and offers him a cup. “Tea?” He’s so calm. Always the one holding it together for the both of them. James has a brief flashback of the car chase, Regulus on the verge of tears, but he pushes it away.
“Thank you,” James croaks, reaching to take the cup. He wraps his hands around the warm drink but he’s shaking too badly to keep the liquid inside. It sloshes over the edge, burning his fingers. “Shit.”
“Let me,” Regulus says, taking the cup back. He holds it to James’ lips before tipping it slightly.
James makes an obscene noise when the warm liquid slides down his sore throat. In this moment it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
Regulus sets the cup down, then reaches out to run his thumb across James’ cheekbone, trying to dislodge some dried blood, probably. The concern from the car is seeping back into his features and he runs his eyes over James from head to toe, a reminder that James is completely bare apart from his blood soaked t-shirt. Oh well, Regulus can look if he wants to.
“How bad was it?” James asks.
Regulus’ eyes snap back to meet James’ and he schools his features into something more neutral, but James doesn’t miss how he’s twirling his wedding band with his thumb, a nervous habit he’s picked up recently. “Pretty bad. The bullet missed your artery, thankfully, but you lost a lot of blood. You’ve been out for two hours.”
“Right,” James says, looking around. “And where are we?”
“Safe house. Should be okay to stay here a few days while you recover.”
James nods. “Thank you for uh… for taking care of me.” He can feel his cheeks heating as he says it. He’s not usually one to get flustered, but something about Regulus watching over him while he’d been unconscious is making him feel gooey inside.
Regulus just shrugs, not breaking eye contact. “You’d do the same for me.” They share the look for a few more seconds, something behind it that neither of them wants to name, before Regulus looks away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
It takes the better part of an hour because James can’t stand without Regulus supporting his full weight, but he finally makes it to bed, clean and wearing new clothes Regulus found in a drawer somewhere. Regulus gave him a few pills to help with the pain and they’re making him sleepy already, the world blurring around its edges.
“Need anything else?” Regulus asks as he fluffs James’ pillows behind him.
“Mm good,” James responds, though it’s barely audible.
“Alright, I’ll come check on you in a few hours. Try to get some sleep.” Regulus moves toward the door, but before he can get too far James catches his wrist.
“Stay? Please? Don’t wanna be alone.”
Regulus turns, his expression soft. “Yeah, James, okay. I’ll stay.”
He moves around the bed to come up behind James, but he doesn’t get under the covers.
After a few minutes, when he thinks James is asleep, Regulus runs a delicate finger down his back, tracing the hills and valleys of his spine. He lets out a shuddering exhale, one he’d been holding back for a while it seems, and James finally drifts off to soft touches and Regulus’ warmth at his back.
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how did the "fluffy decorating christmas tree fic" turn into eddie being nostalgic about shannon? no idea lmao but I love it haha (also, lowkey a tease for alive shannon bc this hypothetical is what ends up happening there haha)
this fic would've been done already if I didn't get sick bc now i'm barely awake at all times and just so fucking tired lol
i should finish it next week at the latest tho! (if Eddie doesn't take over and make it super long again haha)
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And Buck knows all that, because he knows Eddie so well, and Eddie- Eddie just loves him so much sometimes it gets overwhelming, just the sheer amount of love he has for this man, who’s currently looking at him with those gorgeous, understanding eyes. And he can’t do anything else but lean in and kiss his pretty pink lips.
“I know.” he whispers, smiling, blinking away tears. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Buck chuckles quietly. Then Eddie looks at Christopher again.
“It’s just hard sometimes, especially during the holidays. She should be here. With Chris.”
“She really should.” Buck wraps one hand around Eddie’s shoulders.
“I think she’d like you.” Eddie muses, leaning his head against Buck’s. “You guys would get along.” He really thinks so, and he also thinks that even if the accident didn’t happen and she didn’t die, he’d eventually give her the divorce she asked for, and inevitably date Buck anyway – he doesn’t think there’s any universe, any scenario, any path he’d take, where he and Buck don’t end up falling in love. If he believed in it, he’d say it’s fate or destiny or some shit like that. (Maybe he does believe, just in this one instance, but no one has to know).
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