Couple of OZ drabbles
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cmk418There are a few things on my prompt list from last time that I was a little bit blocked on, but I've been working to get them done and here they are with two very different pictures of Ryan O'Reily.
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roguemarch who requested Peter Schibetta/Ryan O'Reily working in an alliance against Adebisi, we have this:
KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE
“That Adebisi’s a pain in the ass, isn’t he?”
“I can handle Adebisi.”
“Sure, sure. I’m just saying that you might need an ally.”
“And you think I need you? What are you on, O’Reily?”
“Nothing you goombas could supply me.”
“You sure about that.”
“Oh, yeah, this is a hundred percent Irish. The good stuff.”
“Nothing comes out of Ireland but potatoes.”
“And four-leaf-clovers, Schibetta, don’t forget those.”
“Right.”
“I could be your very own lucky charm.”
“I’ve already got a rabbit’s foot, thanks.”
“I warned your father about Adebisi, but he was too caught up in that old ‘Godfather’ adage, ‘keep your friends close…’”
“And your enemies closer.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s required viewing down there in Little Italy.”
“You got a plan, O’Reily?”
Ryan grinned. This really was too easy.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
And fortrillingstar who requested Ryan/Toby - dreaming, waking up in tears. I'm not sure I came close to the h/c aspect, but here it is:
LOST
When Toby entered his pod, Ryan was in the process of ransacking it.
“Damn it,” said Ryan.
“What is it?”
“I lost- I don’t have- You know, the one thing that-“
“Where did you have it last?”
“I don’t know.”
Toby touched him on the arm. “It’ll turn up. Everything always turns up in this place whether we want it to or not.”
“I don’t know. Feels like it’s lost forever.”
Toby pulled Ryan down to sit beside him on the lower bunk. “Close your eyes. Visualize what you lost.”
“Jesus, Beecher, you and Sister Pete with this new age bullshit.”
“Humor me,” Toby put an arm around Ryan. “Close your eyes.”
“Do not use this time to fuck with me, Beecher, or I’ll kill you.”
“I consider myself warned.”
Ryan took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Do you have the image in your mind?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you see it last?”
“Here. In the bunk. You were-“
“I had it?”
Ryan shook his head violently. “No, no, that’s not it. Don’t you see?”
Toby’s arms tightened around him. “Shhh. You’re upset. It’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay.”
Ryan relaxed into Toby’s arms for a moment. “I’m glad you’re here. Didn’t feel right when you were gone.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Felt like I had lost something.” Ryan waited a moment for the response, but hearing none prompted, “Beecher?”
Again, there was no response. Ryan turned his head to face Toby, but no one was there.
“Toby. Fucking hell, Toby, don’t leave me here like this!”
A fist slammed up against the mattress waking Ryan. “God damn it, O’Reily! Your girlfriend’s been dead two months. Will you shut the fuck up?”
Ryan sat up in bed and brushed away the tears that started to fall. Even though it had been fifty-three days - not two months, his mind amended - since Beecher was killed, in that moment of waking, Ryan felt like he had lost Toby all over again.
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roguemarch who requested Peter Schibetta/Ryan O'Reily working in an alliance against Adebisi, we have this:KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE
“That Adebisi’s a pain in the ass, isn’t he?”
“I can handle Adebisi.”
“Sure, sure. I’m just saying that you might need an ally.”
“And you think I need you? What are you on, O’Reily?”
“Nothing you goombas could supply me.”
“You sure about that.”
“Oh, yeah, this is a hundred percent Irish. The good stuff.”
“Nothing comes out of Ireland but potatoes.”
“And four-leaf-clovers, Schibetta, don’t forget those.”
“Right.”
“I could be your very own lucky charm.”
“I’ve already got a rabbit’s foot, thanks.”
“I warned your father about Adebisi, but he was too caught up in that old ‘Godfather’ adage, ‘keep your friends close…’”
“And your enemies closer.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s required viewing down there in Little Italy.”
“You got a plan, O’Reily?”
Ryan grinned. This really was too easy.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
And for
trillingstar who requested Ryan/Toby - dreaming, waking up in tears. I'm not sure I came close to the h/c aspect, but here it is:LOST
When Toby entered his pod, Ryan was in the process of ransacking it.
“Damn it,” said Ryan.
“What is it?”
“I lost- I don’t have- You know, the one thing that-“
“Where did you have it last?”
“I don’t know.”
Toby touched him on the arm. “It’ll turn up. Everything always turns up in this place whether we want it to or not.”
“I don’t know. Feels like it’s lost forever.”
Toby pulled Ryan down to sit beside him on the lower bunk. “Close your eyes. Visualize what you lost.”
“Jesus, Beecher, you and Sister Pete with this new age bullshit.”
“Humor me,” Toby put an arm around Ryan. “Close your eyes.”
“Do not use this time to fuck with me, Beecher, or I’ll kill you.”
“I consider myself warned.”
Ryan took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Do you have the image in your mind?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you see it last?”
“Here. In the bunk. You were-“
“I had it?”
Ryan shook his head violently. “No, no, that’s not it. Don’t you see?”
Toby’s arms tightened around him. “Shhh. You’re upset. It’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay.”
Ryan relaxed into Toby’s arms for a moment. “I’m glad you’re here. Didn’t feel right when you were gone.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Felt like I had lost something.” Ryan waited a moment for the response, but hearing none prompted, “Beecher?”
Again, there was no response. Ryan turned his head to face Toby, but no one was there.
“Toby. Fucking hell, Toby, don’t leave me here like this!”
A fist slammed up against the mattress waking Ryan. “God damn it, O’Reily! Your girlfriend’s been dead two months. Will you shut the fuck up?”
Ryan sat up in bed and brushed away the tears that started to fall. Even though it had been fifty-three days - not two months, his mind amended - since Beecher was killed, in that moment of waking, Ryan felt like he had lost Toby all over again.
