Fic: Freefall's Anchor

[munnin]

Title: Freefall's Anchor

Author: Munnin

Rating: PG - angst

Pairing: Inspector & Racer X

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the inside of my head. And even then I wonder who I’m sharing it with.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.

Feedback: sticks and stone may break my bones but feedback will excite me.

A gift for Bara no Kishi – written as a following on from the fantastic story Freefall

It’s hard to know if I’ve woken up at all. Everything is warm and white. Every sound seems so far away.

Jack’s voice, soft and muffled. I can barely make out his words, like listening through cotton or a cloud and my first thought is ‘Oh god! Please tell me she didn’t get Jack too’ but I hear Frank and know its ok.

This can’t be heaven. Much as I like him and trust him to watch my back – if this was heaven; Frank would not be here.

I strain to listen; fighting to pull myself out of the fog.

Their voices get clearer but so too does the pain. I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from crying out.

“The doc says he could come out of it at any time but...” Jack’s voice falters, “with all the blood loss and trauma – it could take weeks.”

Frank growls under his breath, clicking his thumbnail against his teeth. A sign that his temper’s on the verge of cracking. “Can’t just sit here...”

The sharp tap of heels and expensive perfume. Minx.

And the sound of both men straighten up. I want to smile but it hurts too much. Minx has that effect. On everyone but X. One of the reasons I assigned them together.

“How’s he doing Minx?”

It takes me a while to work out what Jack means.

“He’s...” Minx’s sigh. Never a good sign. “He’s a mess. I had to sedate him just to get him to lie down.”

“Four days now. X hasn’t left his side.” Frank’s low whistle, “What’s a man gotta do to deserve a friend like that.”

Minx’s low chuckle. Of course she knows. She probably knew before we did.

Her perfume fills the air around me. Something soft and cool pressed into my hand. A familiar smell even over Minx. It takes all my strength to close my hand around it. X’s driving gloves.

Her soft lips on my forehead. “Come back to us David. He needs you.”