Sanctuary FanFic - Easy Does It (834 words)
Title: Easy Does It
Author: sentient_mist
Pairing: Helen/Will (barely)
Category: H/C
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: She could see him, sprawled across the ceiling of the car at an awkward angle.
Author’s Note: Written for hc_bingo February challenge.
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
“Will!”
In her momentary distraction, she felt the sting of her assailant’s blade piercing her side, jolting her back to the present. He was dispatched easily enough with a well-placed elbow, and before he had even hit the ground, she was running toward the flipped vehicle, brilliant orange tongues of flame already threatening to engulf it.
“Will,” she called again, reaching the wreckage.
She could see him, sprawled across the ceiling of the car at an awkward angle. He hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt. He was eerily still, and an immediate rush of fear shot through her. She needed to get him out.
Ignoring the quickly approaching flames and shards of broken glass, she dropped onto her stomach, crawling forward. The sharp edges dug into her arms, and she gritted her teeth against the bite of pain. Once he was finally within reach, her fingers immediately reached for his pulse point, relieved to feel the steady, if somewhat shallow, beat.
“Dammit,” she muttered, struggling to find the strength to lift him from her current position. Shifting to sit on her knees, she finally managed to slip her hands under his shoulders, generating enough leverage to lift his upper body and pull him toward her, hissing and nearly losing her grasp as her arm made contact with the searing metal of the SUV’s frame. Sliding Will free of the twisted metal, she dragged him a short distance away, nearly collapsing beside him, frowning for a moment before realizing she was still losing blood from the wound in her side.
Checking his pulse again, she looked up in time to see a ball of fire engulf the SUV. She threw herself bodily over Will, shielding him as the explosion rocked through her, leaving her body aching and her ears ringing. It took a few minutes for her mind to process what had happened, and she scrambled off of Will, not wanting to cause more damage than the accident already had. She could still feel the steady rhythm of his pulse, and used it to reassure herself as she attempted to diagnose his injuries at a glance.
It was not until a warm hand grasped her shoulder, causing her to jump, that she realized Henry and Kate had made their way over to where she knelt on the ground by Will’s unconscious form. She noted his lips were moving, but struggled to make out what he was saying.
“What?” she asked, too loudly.
“Doc? You okay?” Henry tried again.
“Hank, I don’t think she can hear you. They were pretty close when that thing went off.”
“Henry?”
Crouching down, so he was at eye level, he spoke loudly and clearly, “Are you okay?”
“We’re fine,” she shouted, making him wince.
“Yeah, she definitely can’t hear herself talking,” he muttered, pulling a face.
She frowned at him, and he flashed a boyish grin, offering his hand. Fixing him with a suspicious look, she took it, pulling herself up, glancing over her shoulder at Will.
“We’ve got him,” Henry assured, giving her a gentle nudge toward Kate.
Kate caught her as she stumbled. “Hank!”
“What?” he asked distractedly, turning back to her, “Crap.” For the first time, he noticed the dark red blood oozing through a tear in Magnus’ leather jacket.
“Big guy’s on his way,” he offered helplessly.
---
Everything still sounded muffled, and virtually every time she moved, she feared she might pass out, but she had insisted on tending to Will, her efforts hindered by her bandaged hand where she had burned herself pulling him out of the vehicle.
Will had fared only slightly worse. She suspected he had a serious concussion, on top of a handful of broken ribs and some minor scrapes and bruises, somehow managing to escape being burned by the scorching metal.
“Boss, I’m no doctor, but you lost a lot of blood, maybe you should sit or something,” Henry suggested quietly, hand on her shoulder to draw her attention.
Swaying slightly on her feet, she nodded, sinking onto the edge of Will’s bed.
Wordlessly, she lay down beside him in the tiny space, curling into him and closing her eyes.
Awkwardly patting Magnus on the back, Henry hastily retreated.
---
“Feeling better?” she asked softly.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “Thanks.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Will.”
“I know. Thank you.”
Smiling, she perched on his bed, taking his hand. “You’re welcome.”
“Slide over,” she directed gently, slipping fully onto the bed with him, allowing him to hold her. “Don’t scare me like that again,” she whispered seriously.
“I’ll do my best.”
She studied him a moment, gauging his sincerity. Finally, she nodded, closing her eyes.
A sudden sneeze rattled Will’s chest, then another. Sitting up, she grimaced in sympathy, knowing his ribs must still hurt.
“Are you okay?”
“I think I’m getting a cold,” he muttered in disbelief.
With a low chuckle, she laid back down, resting her head on his shoulder. It was going to be a long few weeks.
Author: sentient_mist
Pairing: Helen/Will (barely)
Category: H/C
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: She could see him, sprawled across the ceiling of the car at an awkward angle.
Author’s Note: Written for hc_bingo February challenge.
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
“Will!”
In her momentary distraction, she felt the sting of her assailant’s blade piercing her side, jolting her back to the present. He was dispatched easily enough with a well-placed elbow, and before he had even hit the ground, she was running toward the flipped vehicle, brilliant orange tongues of flame already threatening to engulf it.
“Will,” she called again, reaching the wreckage.
She could see him, sprawled across the ceiling of the car at an awkward angle. He hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt. He was eerily still, and an immediate rush of fear shot through her. She needed to get him out.
Ignoring the quickly approaching flames and shards of broken glass, she dropped onto her stomach, crawling forward. The sharp edges dug into her arms, and she gritted her teeth against the bite of pain. Once he was finally within reach, her fingers immediately reached for his pulse point, relieved to feel the steady, if somewhat shallow, beat.
“Dammit,” she muttered, struggling to find the strength to lift him from her current position. Shifting to sit on her knees, she finally managed to slip her hands under his shoulders, generating enough leverage to lift his upper body and pull him toward her, hissing and nearly losing her grasp as her arm made contact with the searing metal of the SUV’s frame. Sliding Will free of the twisted metal, she dragged him a short distance away, nearly collapsing beside him, frowning for a moment before realizing she was still losing blood from the wound in her side.
Checking his pulse again, she looked up in time to see a ball of fire engulf the SUV. She threw herself bodily over Will, shielding him as the explosion rocked through her, leaving her body aching and her ears ringing. It took a few minutes for her mind to process what had happened, and she scrambled off of Will, not wanting to cause more damage than the accident already had. She could still feel the steady rhythm of his pulse, and used it to reassure herself as she attempted to diagnose his injuries at a glance.
It was not until a warm hand grasped her shoulder, causing her to jump, that she realized Henry and Kate had made their way over to where she knelt on the ground by Will’s unconscious form. She noted his lips were moving, but struggled to make out what he was saying.
“What?” she asked, too loudly.
“Doc? You okay?” Henry tried again.
“Hank, I don’t think she can hear you. They were pretty close when that thing went off.”
“Henry?”
Crouching down, so he was at eye level, he spoke loudly and clearly, “Are you okay?”
“We’re fine,” she shouted, making him wince.
“Yeah, she definitely can’t hear herself talking,” he muttered, pulling a face.
She frowned at him, and he flashed a boyish grin, offering his hand. Fixing him with a suspicious look, she took it, pulling herself up, glancing over her shoulder at Will.
“We’ve got him,” Henry assured, giving her a gentle nudge toward Kate.
Kate caught her as she stumbled. “Hank!”
“What?” he asked distractedly, turning back to her, “Crap.” For the first time, he noticed the dark red blood oozing through a tear in Magnus’ leather jacket.
“Big guy’s on his way,” he offered helplessly.
---
Everything still sounded muffled, and virtually every time she moved, she feared she might pass out, but she had insisted on tending to Will, her efforts hindered by her bandaged hand where she had burned herself pulling him out of the vehicle.
Will had fared only slightly worse. She suspected he had a serious concussion, on top of a handful of broken ribs and some minor scrapes and bruises, somehow managing to escape being burned by the scorching metal.
“Boss, I’m no doctor, but you lost a lot of blood, maybe you should sit or something,” Henry suggested quietly, hand on her shoulder to draw her attention.
Swaying slightly on her feet, she nodded, sinking onto the edge of Will’s bed.
Wordlessly, she lay down beside him in the tiny space, curling into him and closing her eyes.
Awkwardly patting Magnus on the back, Henry hastily retreated.
---
“Feeling better?” she asked softly.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “Thanks.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Will.”
“I know. Thank you.”
Smiling, she perched on his bed, taking his hand. “You’re welcome.”
“Slide over,” she directed gently, slipping fully onto the bed with him, allowing him to hold her. “Don’t scare me like that again,” she whispered seriously.
“I’ll do my best.”
She studied him a moment, gauging his sincerity. Finally, she nodded, closing her eyes.
A sudden sneeze rattled Will’s chest, then another. Sitting up, she grimaced in sympathy, knowing his ribs must still hurt.
“Are you okay?”
“I think I’m getting a cold,” he muttered in disbelief.
With a low chuckle, she laid back down, resting her head on his shoulder. It was going to be a long few weeks.