slashthedrabble challenge #42 'It hurts'...

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Challenge for slashthedrabble - I thought, well, if you're gonna do something, cover all your bases! LOL! A bit of an overload, I'm sure - but I had ideas that covered all three of the fandoms I'm currently working on, and hopefully I can be forgiven for being the ever-over achiever. *Giggle* - so here it goes! My first attempts at drabble!


Title : Righteous Pain
Rating : R
Pairing : Wes/Angel


Lying on the street, hand clasped to a hole that wasn't there before, the smell of smoke and charred copper.

It hurts...

Lying on the ground, tree roots spattered with gore, from a wound that should have long since bled dry. Any irony that he was still alive. And all he could think, with some mild surprise -

'It hurts...'

And now, in the quiet cool of the Wolf the Ram and the Hart, unaware of the scar that now graced the flesh of his throat, or what it could possibly mean, he gasped as his saviour, his friend, his enemy of so long ago, slammed into him again, and again. He let him do it, had been letting him do this for, what seemed like forever. A righteous pain and a just punishment.

But for what?

"Hold still. Don't move damnit."

'I want my twenty pieces of silver paid in full.'

A righteous pain, for sins unknown - but sins he was sure existed. And as his tormentor and the cleanser of his soul bit into the soft flesh of his throat, he could only think, with dim surprise.

'That REALLY hurts.'

He did not know that in less than a week's time, he would be lying again, surrounded by his own blood. But this time... He would die, and before he would die, he would think back on this last time with Angel -

And wish for all the hurt to end.



Title : To Lose
Rating : R
Pairing : Jack/Daniel


"It hurts, Jack."

How many times has he heard the variation on this song? How many years had passed, and how many times have they played this out - only to win, of course.

But there was no winning this time.

There was no Oma, or sarcophagus to hold the pale hand of the Grim Reaper at bay.

There was only him...and Daniel.

He held him and rocked him - as the snow fell, and the radio echoed it's silence.

He still didn't know what had become of Carter and Teal'c, and to his shame, he realized that, that wasn't very important right now.

THIS was important. THIS was what he had spent all those years, and wept all those black tears, waiting for.

His glasses were a twisted lump, flung only five feet away, his chest a seared twist of rags and bones, overlaid by the rich purple tones of arterial blood. One foot skittered and thumped the packs of drifting snow all around them, the soft, blindingly white landscape drizzled with red and black - fresh and old blood, as he whispered to Jack of the pain - of all the pains over the years, all the horrors and all the losses - like a litany like...like -

Like a prayer.

So he held him, and he rocked him, even as the voice slowed and stopped, those warm, slightly hesitant tones stilled in the silence of the falling snow. He held him, and rocked him, as his foot twitched once more, than was still - as still as Jack's heart, as still as the quiet that settled over this death valley like a suffocating blanket.

He held him and rocked him, even as Carter and Teal'c finally showed up, too late, too late.

And as they bent down to remove this precious bundle from his arms, he screamed, and rocked, and screamed again.

And all he could feel, was how much it hurt.


Title: In the Dark
Rating: R
Pairing: MacGyver/Murdoc


He could no longer feel his wrists, his ankles - and his exhausted brain was too fuzzy to actually work out why. Something...

'It hurts.'

He moaned thickly into the darkness, the absence of light a comfort for some reason, it shielded him from -

'Oh, God, STOP! It HURTS!'

the things beyond the black. The things -

that hurt

He tried to remember - but it all fell away, grainy and intangible - like smoke from a fire, like the world falling away underneath your feet.

He didn't try to struggle, he somehow knew that this -

hurts

was bad, but he'd be damned if he remembered why.

A hand crawling up his leg. His BARE leg - yes, he could feel that much - and when the voice of his enemy whispered in his ear -

"Time for a little more, Mac. I want to hear you scream again. And again, and again, and - "

He remembered why it hurt, as the pain clawed from his belly to his throat in long pealing cries, as the knife descended into his guts, the murmurs and whispers from Murdoc, the slight rising and falling of his laughter in the dark far away, as he wailed his pain to the black world. And he remembered - Jack, Pete...

Death.

And the physical pain of what was happening was bad - but nothing compared to the pain he would feel if something happened to them.

Trickles of blood ran in spidery lines across his legs (his BARE legs) and when the agony reached a crest, before he could even utter his last cry, all of his being resounded with his internal litany.

'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...'




Sorry, not the best in the world, guys, but a first attempt... Raspberries will be filed away for further contemplation at a later date...