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Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
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Opposition - Scott - Part 3b/3
Date: 2012-04-14 12:32 pm (UTC)Alex made to push himself up of the bed again and Scott, alarmed, snapped “Jean told you to stay still!” and then felt a sickening rush of guilt when Alex immediately flopped back down, wide-eyed and wary looking. “I… the less strain you put on them, the sooner your injuries will heal.”
“Right,” Alex said tersely. “The sooner they heal, the sooner I’ll be useful again.”
“Alex!” Scott exclaimed, his stomach jolting unpleasantly at the implications of the words. Did Alex really think that Scott’s interest in his recovery stemmed only from his usefulness to the team? And if he did, how had Scott allowed such a thing to happen? “Alex…” he repeated, his brother’s confused gaze meeting his. “I’m so sorry…”
“Wha-?” Alex shook his head, “What are you…?” Realisation flashed in his eyes and he scowled. “For what happened on the way to the reactor?” Alex growled.
Scott nodded. “Clearly insufficient safet-”
“Jesus Scott!” Alex yelled, and then drew a deep hissing breath. “I attacked you. I mean you… you clearly weren’t yourself back there but I knew exactly what I was doing. I could have killed you!”
Alex’s concussed muttering flashed back through Scott’s brain then; words which had made little sense at the time but now fell together with sudden clarity. Scott strode over to his younger brother and dragged a chair over to the side of the bed, considering for a second instigating a hug for the first time in years, but then recalling Alex’s injuries and thinking better of it. Instead he sat down and wrapped one hand around Alex’s reassuringly solid wrist.
“Defending yourself and completely your assigned tasks it what I trained you for,” Scott explained through gritted teeth, “I was…” screaming in my head, “very aware of the difficulties of the situation. If it had been a training exercise I would have expected you to fight back sooner.” He met Alex’s betrayed gaze and hurriedly backtracked. “You made the best decisions you could in a challenging and unprecedented field situation.”
They fell into a dragging silence, Scott still unable to shake the unease which came with his loss of control and its subsequent effects, he opened his mouth to try and confirm his explanation of how unintentional his attack had been, and to apologise properly but Alex cut him off.
“If you’re going to apologise again, shut up. We aren’t girls. You were brainwashed and crazy,” Alex said, as if Scott’s lack of control excused everything which had happened, “And we got in a fight… but now it’s over and we’re good again.”
Scott attempted to object, wondering how Alex could ignore the complexities of the issue so easily but Alex cut him off with a glare.
“No. If this gets any mushier I’ll be forced to hug you into shutting up,” Alex mumbled, “And if that got out it’d take months to get the students back up to the appropriate levels of thinking we’re intimidating.”
Scott cocked his head, half amused and a lot uncertain as to whether or not he’d just been rather poorly threatened, as Alex tugged his wrist from Scott’s grip, Scott’s heart lurched, wondering if his brother was still angrier at him than was apparent, but before he could push the issue Alex made a startling grab at his hand. Eyes drifting shut Alex muttered, “Not a word. I’m drugged up to the eyeballs and if you leave and I move in my sleep, Jean will find a way to make it my fault, so you’re staying.”
Scott fought the urge to laugh aloud at his younger brother’s unwitting descent into what could almost be considered whining and, as Alex was almost half-asleep already, carefully readjusted his grip to ensure that no amount of movement could cause his brother to slip away from him.
Re: Opposition - Scott - Part 3b/3
Date: 2012-04-14 06:02 pm (UTC)Writer-anon
Date: 2012-04-14 06:57 pm (UTC)Re: Writer-anon
Date: 2012-04-15 05:33 am (UTC)