Inception Fic: While You Were Sleeping
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azuremewTitle: While You Were Sleeping
Word Count: 736
Pairing: Eames/Yusuf, and an unconscious Fischer, implied Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Visualized abuse and other dark themes combined with fluff.
Summary: After The Ghost of You A story of what is and what is still to come; a very brief conversation, compared to the rest, between Eames and Yusuf.
Author's Note: This was never meant to have past Arthur/Eames, or even the probability of present Browning/Fischer, but that is the consequence of talking to people. <3
It was late, but Yusuf turned, not used to the warmth of company. He shifted to his side, then his back, then his side again, pressing himself against the wall as if it might give some relief.
It was not nearly enough to wake the others, thankfully, realizing that his actions might have caused such a start with eyes partially open to the fascinating sight. Eames was at the edge, an arm and leg hanging over as if he should take a tumble in his peaceful slumber. Hooked underneath his arm was Robert, curled with his head against Eames' breast and a hand wrapped around the shoulder. They both slept silently, Yusuf knew, yet he could go back to sleep then.
His sight moved down the pale form of a man that was only a mark just days before. It glowed from the clear skies of Mombasa, the full moon illuminating each curve and line. Quite lovely, indeed, he observed with quite the sexual interest blooming in his belly. But the science willed his mind to clarity as he studied the subject more closely.
There were many dark spots. Raised flesh. Spots. Healed cuts and burns. Injuries. Abuse. Pain, even agony. His lips pressed to a thin line as he imagined a tale even his intelligence could never conceive.
And what caught him most deeply was the darken skin against ghostly flesh, the high contrast that highlighted it so profound that his hand inched toward it. As he reached, it was swatted roughly, sending him back and moving his gaze from the new subject to a more familiar one. “That was harsh,” he whispered, rubbing the knuckles were Eames was certain to hit.
Eames opened one eye, his hand already back to being around Robert's shoulder, “And it will be if you continue this nonsense.”
“Nonsense?”
“That's what I said.”
Yusuf frowned, and Eames could not tell if whether or not he was annoyed or perplexed, or a bit of both. It didn't show as he asked, “You mean my endless curiosity?”
He nodded, “That.”
Now it was evident in being hurt, “And here I thought you enjoyed that. You know, coming for the elixirs and staying for . . .” It shifted quickly. “That.”
“And other things,” Eames agreed. “But there are boundaries.” He paused, running his fingers through Roberts hair as he stirred slightly. “This is one of them.”
“Ah,” Yusuf replied. “Like Arthur.”
“Mate, you are a damned lucky bastard that he's asleep on me,” Eames grumbled.
Yusuf shrugged, shifting again to lie on his back and face away from the supposedly happy couple and glare that could quite possibly burrow a hole in his head. “You and I know it's true. Though I get it. You're denying it to help this man that lies in your arms. It's rather sweet, actually.”
“Yeah,” Eames agreed and reached over to lay his hand on Yusuf's shoulder. “Thank you.”
That made him turn again, “Daniel Eames, did you just thank someone?”
“Don't get used to it, yeah?”
It had been the first night in months that Robert Fischer slept soundly, unaware of his surroundings, the very conversations occurring just inches from his ears. And maybe in a few more he would be able to stand on his own, two feet again. That thought should bring a smile to Eames' face, but as the body moved through its nightly cycles and into the realm of dreams, he felt it turn taut against him.
He wondered if he should warn Yusuf of the nightmares to come, the thrashing about that might cause a black eye or loud crash to the floor. It was unwise to not divulge such information between them, but he had hoped, even prayed, for silence this evening. They had made a breakthrough, had they not?
Robert started muttering in his sleep, just loud enough for Yusuf to open his eyes again. Soothingly, the forger ran his fingers through the hair again, kissing the forehead, whispering what he could only believe Peter Browning would say. Not him. It brought a cold down his spine that was barely relieved by the calm that filled Robert, eased back into his reality.
When he was asleep again, Eames stared at the ceiling. “Arthur will have to wait.”
Word Count: 736
Pairing: Eames/Yusuf, and an unconscious Fischer, implied Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Visualized abuse and other dark themes combined with fluff.
Summary: After The Ghost of You A story of what is and what is still to come; a very brief conversation, compared to the rest, between Eames and Yusuf.
Author's Note: This was never meant to have past Arthur/Eames, or even the probability of present Browning/Fischer, but that is the consequence of talking to people. <3
It was late, but Yusuf turned, not used to the warmth of company. He shifted to his side, then his back, then his side again, pressing himself against the wall as if it might give some relief.
It was not nearly enough to wake the others, thankfully, realizing that his actions might have caused such a start with eyes partially open to the fascinating sight. Eames was at the edge, an arm and leg hanging over as if he should take a tumble in his peaceful slumber. Hooked underneath his arm was Robert, curled with his head against Eames' breast and a hand wrapped around the shoulder. They both slept silently, Yusuf knew, yet he could go back to sleep then.
His sight moved down the pale form of a man that was only a mark just days before. It glowed from the clear skies of Mombasa, the full moon illuminating each curve and line. Quite lovely, indeed, he observed with quite the sexual interest blooming in his belly. But the science willed his mind to clarity as he studied the subject more closely.
There were many dark spots. Raised flesh. Spots. Healed cuts and burns. Injuries. Abuse. Pain, even agony. His lips pressed to a thin line as he imagined a tale even his intelligence could never conceive.
And what caught him most deeply was the darken skin against ghostly flesh, the high contrast that highlighted it so profound that his hand inched toward it. As he reached, it was swatted roughly, sending him back and moving his gaze from the new subject to a more familiar one. “That was harsh,” he whispered, rubbing the knuckles were Eames was certain to hit.
Eames opened one eye, his hand already back to being around Robert's shoulder, “And it will be if you continue this nonsense.”
“Nonsense?”
“That's what I said.”
Yusuf frowned, and Eames could not tell if whether or not he was annoyed or perplexed, or a bit of both. It didn't show as he asked, “You mean my endless curiosity?”
He nodded, “That.”
Now it was evident in being hurt, “And here I thought you enjoyed that. You know, coming for the elixirs and staying for . . .” It shifted quickly. “That.”
“And other things,” Eames agreed. “But there are boundaries.” He paused, running his fingers through Roberts hair as he stirred slightly. “This is one of them.”
“Ah,” Yusuf replied. “Like Arthur.”
“Mate, you are a damned lucky bastard that he's asleep on me,” Eames grumbled.
Yusuf shrugged, shifting again to lie on his back and face away from the supposedly happy couple and glare that could quite possibly burrow a hole in his head. “You and I know it's true. Though I get it. You're denying it to help this man that lies in your arms. It's rather sweet, actually.”
“Yeah,” Eames agreed and reached over to lay his hand on Yusuf's shoulder. “Thank you.”
That made him turn again, “Daniel Eames, did you just thank someone?”
“Don't get used to it, yeah?”
It had been the first night in months that Robert Fischer slept soundly, unaware of his surroundings, the very conversations occurring just inches from his ears. And maybe in a few more he would be able to stand on his own, two feet again. That thought should bring a smile to Eames' face, but as the body moved through its nightly cycles and into the realm of dreams, he felt it turn taut against him.
He wondered if he should warn Yusuf of the nightmares to come, the thrashing about that might cause a black eye or loud crash to the floor. It was unwise to not divulge such information between them, but he had hoped, even prayed, for silence this evening. They had made a breakthrough, had they not?
Robert started muttering in his sleep, just loud enough for Yusuf to open his eyes again. Soothingly, the forger ran his fingers through the hair again, kissing the forehead, whispering what he could only believe Peter Browning would say. Not him. It brought a cold down his spine that was barely relieved by the calm that filled Robert, eased back into his reality.
When he was asleep again, Eames stared at the ceiling. “Arthur will have to wait.”
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Date: 2010-11-25 03:30 pm (UTC)And y'all are a monster, truly. But a monster that I can use to plot a twist that shall send grins and shivers. Maybe even both at the same time. :)
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Date: 2010-12-29 07:22 pm (UTC)I think now is the time to demand that you write more Yusuf! I've found there's a tendency for people to use Yusuf for comic relief, as a way of lightening the mood, and it's fair enough - I can see where that comes from. It's good to come across someone who wants to make something more of him, though. As a sciencey-type person myself (putting it in woefully non-scientific terms!) I can really appreciate the clinical way that Yusuf can assess the situation.