Slash, Fag and a Bottle of Scotch.
Fic: Slash, Fag and a Bottle of Scotch
Author: jitterfly
Pairings/Characters: Chandler, Kent, Miles
Rating: 12+
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine ....
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Chandler gets a shocking call ... and the rest is what follows. :)
(This is for the prompt - Chandler/Kent & Kent/Jimmy Kray (non-con) - what if Kent's attack had a sexual element aswell as just the knife slashes. Not necessarily full on non-con, but something more than what we saw on screen. Then how Chandler/Kent and the team deal with it. Can be established C/K relationship or budding one. Sorry if this prompt is a bit 'out there', I know it's darker than most of the other prompts on here.) 'Darker than most prompts' ..... hhmmm .... enter me!
"Hello, is this Detective Inspector Joseph Chandler?"
The voice on the phone belonged to a woman. It was monotone and had an air of professionalism to
it.
"This is he."
"This is the Royal London Hospital. We've just bought in, who we believe to be, one of your DC's. A Detective Constable … Emerson Kent."
"Kent! What's happened? Is he ok?" The flurry of hurried questions was probably a bad move in front of the team, but Joe hadn't time to separate his emotions from his work. His DC was in hospital and he needed to know.
"I'm afraid I can't give out that information over the phone Sir, but we found this number in his phone as an 'in case of emergency' number."
His I.C.E? Joe was Kent's I.C.E?! They had been 'seeing' each other for over three months now, but it still made Joe feel warm inside, that Kent would chose him.
"Fine, I'm on my way." Chandler hung up and turned to his team. They'd heard the conversation, of course, but he felt as if it were his 'job' to tell them.
"Kent's been taken to hospital. They wouldn't tell me why, but I'm going there now." He already had an arm in his coat and was heading towards the door before Miles had a chance to insist on his company to the hospital.
Joe raced down the stairs, almost slipping on the corner and shoved the door open with force he hadn't been known to possess. As he electronically unlocked his car, Miles shouted after him, his voice barely audible over the wheezing.
"Wait up Sir."
"Miles. Hurry up." Chandler had the keys in the ignition now, and was just putting the lever into reverse when Miles opened the passenger door.
He knew the fate of the young man wouldn't alter from a swift response or even the presence of two of his superiors, but Chandler didn't want Kent to be alone any second longer than it was physically possible for him to drive there.
"Did they say anything on the phone?" Miles asked trying to bring his DI back into rational conversation.
"Nothing."
The car was well away on the road now, and Chandler kept his hands and eyes fixed firmly in their place. "Only that he'd been brought in. The rest is confidential."
"Well, I guess they can't just hand out personal information."
"Yes, but I'm his …." Chandler didn't know what the next word out of his mouth was going to be, but whatever it was, it was replaced. "...DI. Surely it's my business too."
Miles looked at his driver; his DI; his friend, and put his hand on Joe's shoulder.
"He's gonna be ok. He's got you to wait for."
Miles had known about Chandler and Kent's relationship before they did. He saw the looks from across the room when the other was oblivious. He saw the looks they shared and he definitely saw the young DC reach out and take the hand of his admirer when it was assumed they were alone in the office. He had no problem with it, he had assumed Chandler 'swayed' that way from the first day they met, but some of the others at the station might not look to kindly upon it. That was why he had sworn to secrecy the day Joe found out the true extent of his knowledge.
The corners of Joe's mouth rose slightly as if trying to form a smile, but the situation was too dire for them to follow through. "I hope so."
[Chapter 2]