[November 1st] [Yu-Gi-Oh!] Helpful
Title: Helpful
Day/Prompt: November 1st - I drove through ghosts to get here
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Character/Pairing: The Big Five
Rating/Warning(s): T/PG-13, supernatural creepiness, somewhat gratuitous hurt/comfort
By Lucky_Ladybug
Nesbitt snarled as he rode through the streets of Domino City in his dark blue car, looking up and down every block for any sign of his friends. Lector had vanished somewhere in this area while trying to find what had happened to the others, and now Nesbitt, who had been stranded in a meeting until now, was the only one left. He had left word with Yugi and the rest and had set out to find his friends. If he went missing too, at least there would be a rescue party for all of them.
This was a strange part of the city that wasn't often visited, for good reason. The rumors going around were that the place was heavily haunted. That was all they needed. Nesbitt would have scoffed in the past, but now he was just tense and trying to be prepared for whatever might come out at him.
And just what came out at him was what looked like a line of ghosts, stretching from one side of the road to the other. They gawked at him with empty eyes, raising their arms as they made unearthly moans and growls.
Nesbitt glowered at them. If they were hoping to intimidate him into doing nothing, it wasn't working. He simply pressed harder on the gas pedal and plowed right through the center of the row. "Lector!" he yelled. "Gansley! Crump! Johnson! Where are you?!"
It was Lector who stumbled out from one of the abandoned and rotting houses on that block. He pulled up his torn sleeve as it fell down his arm and fumbled to grab a nearby gnarled tree out front. "Nesbitt," he whispered.
Immediately Nesbitt pulled over and leaped out of the car. "Lector?! What happened to you?! How badly are you hurt?! Where are the others?!"
Lector gave a weak smile. "One question at a time, Nesbitt." He fell against Nesbitt, trembling. "The others are still back there. I didn't want to leave them, but I knew I needed to get help. . . ."
Nesbitt gripped his shoulders. "What's going on, Lector?! What have we blundered into this time?!"
Lector shuddered. "I wish I knew," he lamented. "The ghosts are hateful and only want to do us harm. They won't let the others up. We tried to use our rings, but they weren't strong enough. I wondered if you added your ring's power, if that might work. . . ."
"I'll come right now," Nesbitt growled. "But you don't look like you're in any condition to go back!"
"I have to," Lector insisted. "The others. . . ."
Nesbitt nodded. It was an impossible situation. Of course they had to try to help the others.
He supported Lector all the way back to the crumbling front porch. When they inched inside, Gansley, Crump, and Johnson were all sprawled on the floor. They weakly looked up. "Lector . . . Nesbitt . . ." Gansley mumbled.
Nesbitt stared in horror. "It's no wonder the rings didn't work! None of you are strong enough to be able to make them cooperate!" He immediately held out his. "Let them go!" It begin to glow, and even though the others' beams were faint and flickering by comparison, they all added them anyway. The explosion of light rained down on them.
Gansley perked up. "Somehow I feel a bit stronger."
"So do I," Johnson said.
"Same here," Crump added. "Let's get going!" He pushed himself up and reached for Gansley and Johnson, who tried to get up while leaning heavily on him.
Nesbitt and Lector waited until the others reached them, then moved out onto the porch. The evil Nesbitt had felt all over the neighborhood had alleviated. He drew a deep, shaking breath.
"Boy, I'm tellin' you, that's the last time you'd better ever agree to meet a client here," Crump exclaimed.
"I won't do it again," Johnson promised, shaking his head. "I should have known it was a set-up immediately."
"Who would even send us here?" Gansley grunted. "It doesn't make sense."
"It most certainly doesn't," Lector frowned.
Nesbitt growled. "Yami Marik?"
"It sounds about like the kind of trap he would take advantage of," Johnson admitted.
"Well, for now I need to get you home," Nesbitt said. "You all need time to recover." He continued to support Lector. "You've all taken care of me so much. Now I'm going to take care of all of you."
Lector smiled. "And I know we'll be in very good hands, dear friend."
****
Nesbitt wasted no time in getting his friends home. He took them to his house and upstairs in the elevator to the bedrooms. All of them had torn clothes and looked roughed up. Nesbitt was willing to take care of all of them, but Johnson definitely seemed awkward, as Nesbitt would be himself, and he seemed to prefer trying to take care of himself. Nesbitt didn't feel like pushing the matter when he could understand the awkward feelings, so he left Johnson alone and focused on the others.
Gansley and Crump seemed to be the most willing to accept such help. Lector was also awkward, but at the same time he appreciated Nesbitt's efforts and was alright with letting his friend help ease him out of the torn clothes and into something fresh.
Nesbitt helped Lector strip down to his shorts and then stepped back. "If you want me to keep going, I can," he said, awkward now himself.
"I can do the rest," Lector smiled kindly. "But thank you." He took out new clothes and laid them out before slipping out of the old and sending them into the clothes hamper in the room.
His hands trembled slightly as he spread open the fresh clothes and started climbing into them. Nesbitt had turned away to let Lector have some privacy and dignity, but when Lector wobbled and fell over on the bed in his underwear, Nesbitt spun back around. "Lector . . ."
Lector sighed. "Maybe I can move in a minute," he mumbled.
"You can't lay there like that," Nesbitt objected. "You'll get cold. I probably wouldn't, but you would."
"You're right," Lector acknowledged.
He kept laying on the bed while Nesbitt gently pulled the pajama bottoms up over his legs, but then he was able to bring them up the rest of the way himself. "Thank you, dear friend," he said, shivering as he reached for the pajama top. Instead of trying to work it on, he draped it over him like a quilt.
"What really happened to all of you?" Nesbitt said in sickened horror. "You're so weakened. . . ."
"The ghosts were draining us," Lector said. "They wanted to use our essence to revive, somehow." He sighed, burying his face in the soft pillow. "The ‘client' who sent for Johnson was most certainly a fraud."
"What?!" Nesbitt boomed. It wasn't a surprise about the client, of course, but the rest of what Lector had said . . . !
Lector didn't answer. There wasn't really a good answer for a situation like that. He just blinked sleepily and drew the pillow down farther.
Somehow Nesbitt knew Lector had reached the end of his endurance. He had to rest now. Crossing the room to the closet, Nesbitt took down another quilt and brought it over. He spread it out, draping it over Lector as he smiled in response.
"Thank you," Lector whispered.
"Just sleep," Nesbitt said gruffly. "I'll be back to check on you again."
He went back out and over to Johnson's room. Johnson had somehow managed to change clothes by himself, as he had seemed to want, and now was burrowed under the comforter. But he was awake; he looked up when Nesbitt entered. "Nesbitt . . ."
"Lector said the ghosts were trying to drain all of you," Nesbitt said gruffly, still in disbelief. "Are you alright?!"
Johnson gave a weak, sad smile. "Yes. . . . It's ironic and horrible, but I can't help wondering if we would have ever gotten like them if we had stayed wandering spirits, unable to return to our bodies. . . ."
That thought turned Nesbitt's stomach. "Well, that didn't happen, so we don't have to think about it," he said gruffly.
"I know. . . ." Johnson averted his gaze. "I do anyway, though."
Nesbitt grunted. ". . . Will you be alright now?"
"I think so. I just need to rest." Johnson's eyes drooped. "How are the others?"
"I helped Gansley and Crump. They were more willing to accept help than I thought they'd be," Nesbitt said. "I helped Lector a lot too. They're all trying to sleep now."
"Good." Johnson relaxed into the bed. "We'll all be alright, Nesbitt, thanks to you."
Johnson was asleep within seconds, but Nesbitt was wide awake, watching him. Finally he turned away with a bit of a gruff smile. It felt good to finally have been able to do something right and not have to feel guilty or inadequate.
Day/Prompt: November 1st - I drove through ghosts to get here
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Character/Pairing: The Big Five
Rating/Warning(s): T/PG-13, supernatural creepiness, somewhat gratuitous hurt/comfort
By Lucky_Ladybug
Nesbitt snarled as he rode through the streets of Domino City in his dark blue car, looking up and down every block for any sign of his friends. Lector had vanished somewhere in this area while trying to find what had happened to the others, and now Nesbitt, who had been stranded in a meeting until now, was the only one left. He had left word with Yugi and the rest and had set out to find his friends. If he went missing too, at least there would be a rescue party for all of them.
This was a strange part of the city that wasn't often visited, for good reason. The rumors going around were that the place was heavily haunted. That was all they needed. Nesbitt would have scoffed in the past, but now he was just tense and trying to be prepared for whatever might come out at him.
And just what came out at him was what looked like a line of ghosts, stretching from one side of the road to the other. They gawked at him with empty eyes, raising their arms as they made unearthly moans and growls.
Nesbitt glowered at them. If they were hoping to intimidate him into doing nothing, it wasn't working. He simply pressed harder on the gas pedal and plowed right through the center of the row. "Lector!" he yelled. "Gansley! Crump! Johnson! Where are you?!"
It was Lector who stumbled out from one of the abandoned and rotting houses on that block. He pulled up his torn sleeve as it fell down his arm and fumbled to grab a nearby gnarled tree out front. "Nesbitt," he whispered.
Immediately Nesbitt pulled over and leaped out of the car. "Lector?! What happened to you?! How badly are you hurt?! Where are the others?!"
Lector gave a weak smile. "One question at a time, Nesbitt." He fell against Nesbitt, trembling. "The others are still back there. I didn't want to leave them, but I knew I needed to get help. . . ."
Nesbitt gripped his shoulders. "What's going on, Lector?! What have we blundered into this time?!"
Lector shuddered. "I wish I knew," he lamented. "The ghosts are hateful and only want to do us harm. They won't let the others up. We tried to use our rings, but they weren't strong enough. I wondered if you added your ring's power, if that might work. . . ."
"I'll come right now," Nesbitt growled. "But you don't look like you're in any condition to go back!"
"I have to," Lector insisted. "The others. . . ."
Nesbitt nodded. It was an impossible situation. Of course they had to try to help the others.
He supported Lector all the way back to the crumbling front porch. When they inched inside, Gansley, Crump, and Johnson were all sprawled on the floor. They weakly looked up. "Lector . . . Nesbitt . . ." Gansley mumbled.
Nesbitt stared in horror. "It's no wonder the rings didn't work! None of you are strong enough to be able to make them cooperate!" He immediately held out his. "Let them go!" It begin to glow, and even though the others' beams were faint and flickering by comparison, they all added them anyway. The explosion of light rained down on them.
Gansley perked up. "Somehow I feel a bit stronger."
"So do I," Johnson said.
"Same here," Crump added. "Let's get going!" He pushed himself up and reached for Gansley and Johnson, who tried to get up while leaning heavily on him.
Nesbitt and Lector waited until the others reached them, then moved out onto the porch. The evil Nesbitt had felt all over the neighborhood had alleviated. He drew a deep, shaking breath.
"Boy, I'm tellin' you, that's the last time you'd better ever agree to meet a client here," Crump exclaimed.
"I won't do it again," Johnson promised, shaking his head. "I should have known it was a set-up immediately."
"Who would even send us here?" Gansley grunted. "It doesn't make sense."
"It most certainly doesn't," Lector frowned.
Nesbitt growled. "Yami Marik?"
"It sounds about like the kind of trap he would take advantage of," Johnson admitted.
"Well, for now I need to get you home," Nesbitt said. "You all need time to recover." He continued to support Lector. "You've all taken care of me so much. Now I'm going to take care of all of you."
Lector smiled. "And I know we'll be in very good hands, dear friend."
****
Nesbitt wasted no time in getting his friends home. He took them to his house and upstairs in the elevator to the bedrooms. All of them had torn clothes and looked roughed up. Nesbitt was willing to take care of all of them, but Johnson definitely seemed awkward, as Nesbitt would be himself, and he seemed to prefer trying to take care of himself. Nesbitt didn't feel like pushing the matter when he could understand the awkward feelings, so he left Johnson alone and focused on the others.
Gansley and Crump seemed to be the most willing to accept such help. Lector was also awkward, but at the same time he appreciated Nesbitt's efforts and was alright with letting his friend help ease him out of the torn clothes and into something fresh.
Nesbitt helped Lector strip down to his shorts and then stepped back. "If you want me to keep going, I can," he said, awkward now himself.
"I can do the rest," Lector smiled kindly. "But thank you." He took out new clothes and laid them out before slipping out of the old and sending them into the clothes hamper in the room.
His hands trembled slightly as he spread open the fresh clothes and started climbing into them. Nesbitt had turned away to let Lector have some privacy and dignity, but when Lector wobbled and fell over on the bed in his underwear, Nesbitt spun back around. "Lector . . ."
Lector sighed. "Maybe I can move in a minute," he mumbled.
"You can't lay there like that," Nesbitt objected. "You'll get cold. I probably wouldn't, but you would."
"You're right," Lector acknowledged.
He kept laying on the bed while Nesbitt gently pulled the pajama bottoms up over his legs, but then he was able to bring them up the rest of the way himself. "Thank you, dear friend," he said, shivering as he reached for the pajama top. Instead of trying to work it on, he draped it over him like a quilt.
"What really happened to all of you?" Nesbitt said in sickened horror. "You're so weakened. . . ."
"The ghosts were draining us," Lector said. "They wanted to use our essence to revive, somehow." He sighed, burying his face in the soft pillow. "The ‘client' who sent for Johnson was most certainly a fraud."
"What?!" Nesbitt boomed. It wasn't a surprise about the client, of course, but the rest of what Lector had said . . . !
Lector didn't answer. There wasn't really a good answer for a situation like that. He just blinked sleepily and drew the pillow down farther.
Somehow Nesbitt knew Lector had reached the end of his endurance. He had to rest now. Crossing the room to the closet, Nesbitt took down another quilt and brought it over. He spread it out, draping it over Lector as he smiled in response.
"Thank you," Lector whispered.
"Just sleep," Nesbitt said gruffly. "I'll be back to check on you again."
He went back out and over to Johnson's room. Johnson had somehow managed to change clothes by himself, as he had seemed to want, and now was burrowed under the comforter. But he was awake; he looked up when Nesbitt entered. "Nesbitt . . ."
"Lector said the ghosts were trying to drain all of you," Nesbitt said gruffly, still in disbelief. "Are you alright?!"
Johnson gave a weak, sad smile. "Yes. . . . It's ironic and horrible, but I can't help wondering if we would have ever gotten like them if we had stayed wandering spirits, unable to return to our bodies. . . ."
That thought turned Nesbitt's stomach. "Well, that didn't happen, so we don't have to think about it," he said gruffly.
"I know. . . ." Johnson averted his gaze. "I do anyway, though."
Nesbitt grunted. ". . . Will you be alright now?"
"I think so. I just need to rest." Johnson's eyes drooped. "How are the others?"
"I helped Gansley and Crump. They were more willing to accept help than I thought they'd be," Nesbitt said. "I helped Lector a lot too. They're all trying to sleep now."
"Good." Johnson relaxed into the bed. "We'll all be alright, Nesbitt, thanks to you."
Johnson was asleep within seconds, but Nesbitt was wide awake, watching him. Finally he turned away with a bit of a gruff smile. It felt good to finally have been able to do something right and not have to feel guilty or inadequate.