Hurt/Comfort - Notfallkontakt (fürs Team)
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120_minutenTeam: Ravenclaw
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Notfallkontakt (fürs Team)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Charlie Weasley
Wörter: 680
A/N: Kampfjägerpiloten-AU. Diesmal kaputter Charlie statt kaputter Oliver, aber sonst werde ich nicht kreativer.
Und ich schwöre, als ich angefangen habe, war da noch ein (echter) Notfallkontakt geplant...
Charlie was pretty sure he was going to die. Nothing unusual there, he felt like that quite often. It sort of came with the job and the war and, one day, it would actually be true.
Today.
It probably wouldn't be too bad if this was finally it. He had witnessed the rest of his squadron make it into hyperspace. And the gun emplacement had taken out at least one of the troop carriers before the outpost fell.
As far as Charlie could tell, he'd been the only one to not make it out.
That was pretty good, in his book.
The field dressing he had hastily applied to his abdominal wound was soaked through but all he could feel was a dull, throbbing ache. The painkillers were amazing.
He didn't remember as much from his med courses as he should have, but he was reasonably sure that there was no way to survive a through-and-through like that for more than a few hours. Not enough time for the rescue team they were surely putting together to get to him. Probably not even enough time for the insurgent fighters to find him. - Another good thing.
Maybe his people could at least recover his body. That would be a relief for his parents. - They had never found Fred's body.
He couldn't help but imagine someone - Wood, it was bound to be Wood - going through his stuff, packing everything up for shipping it to his parents. If it really was Wood, he would arrange for his Quidditch gear to go to Ron, without his mother ever knowing about it. And he would make sure Bill was there when he told his parents.
Of course he would be the one to tell them. Wood was that kind of guy.
Not that anyone of them would recognise the significance of that gesture.
Lying here on a planet without a name, propped up against a rock and slowly bleeding to death, Charlie regretted that he had never told anyone.
Of course, there were rules against that sort of thing, but his Mum wouldn't have cared. His brother's would have deserved as much honesty. And Ginny would have probably been relieved to know there was still someone looking after him after she had been assigned to her new unit.
Wood probably would have liked to know, as well.
His hands were shaking when he pried the small recording device out of the breast pocket of his BDUs.
He wasn't sure what he was doing or why. Neither was he sure what he was actually going to say or what it was that he would have liked to tell Wood, but he was sure he had to do it. He was not going to waste his last opportunity.
It probably was love, he figured. The sex was mostly about making sure the other one was still alive, and the frantic kissing in supply closets was essentially just clinging to something real and warm, but his last thoughts revolving around the other pilot… Love.
He flicked on the recording device. "Lieutenant Wood, I need you to know..." Speaking was hard. And he still didn't know what to say.
Well, at least the insurgent fighters would have something to laugh about. "Know that I -" And with that, he finally sank into unconciousness.
When Charlie opened his eyes, he was pretty sure he had actually died and gone to heaven. Only, he had never thought that heaven was for people like him.
"Colonel Weasley." The blurry outlines of a med bot appeared in his field of vision. "You're in the med bay of Her Majesty's Star Ship Promised Land."
That was unexpected. But… good.
"Lieutenant Wood has left a message for you. Do you want to receive it?"
A message?
"Yeah… sure."
The med bot tilted its head to the side and said in an eerily accurate imitation of Wood's voice: "Good to have you back, tosser. Had the transport to your parents already lined up. -- Also, I know. Of course I know. Idiot."
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Notfallkontakt (fürs Team)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Charlie Weasley
Wörter: 680
A/N: Kampfjägerpiloten-AU. Diesmal kaputter Charlie statt kaputter Oliver, aber sonst werde ich nicht kreativer.
Und ich schwöre, als ich angefangen habe, war da noch ein (echter) Notfallkontakt geplant...
Charlie was pretty sure he was going to die. Nothing unusual there, he felt like that quite often. It sort of came with the job and the war and, one day, it would actually be true.
Today.
It probably wouldn't be too bad if this was finally it. He had witnessed the rest of his squadron make it into hyperspace. And the gun emplacement had taken out at least one of the troop carriers before the outpost fell.
As far as Charlie could tell, he'd been the only one to not make it out.
That was pretty good, in his book.
The field dressing he had hastily applied to his abdominal wound was soaked through but all he could feel was a dull, throbbing ache. The painkillers were amazing.
He didn't remember as much from his med courses as he should have, but he was reasonably sure that there was no way to survive a through-and-through like that for more than a few hours. Not enough time for the rescue team they were surely putting together to get to him. Probably not even enough time for the insurgent fighters to find him. - Another good thing.
Maybe his people could at least recover his body. That would be a relief for his parents. - They had never found Fred's body.
He couldn't help but imagine someone - Wood, it was bound to be Wood - going through his stuff, packing everything up for shipping it to his parents. If it really was Wood, he would arrange for his Quidditch gear to go to Ron, without his mother ever knowing about it. And he would make sure Bill was there when he told his parents.
Of course he would be the one to tell them. Wood was that kind of guy.
Not that anyone of them would recognise the significance of that gesture.
Lying here on a planet without a name, propped up against a rock and slowly bleeding to death, Charlie regretted that he had never told anyone.
Of course, there were rules against that sort of thing, but his Mum wouldn't have cared. His brother's would have deserved as much honesty. And Ginny would have probably been relieved to know there was still someone looking after him after she had been assigned to her new unit.
Wood probably would have liked to know, as well.
His hands were shaking when he pried the small recording device out of the breast pocket of his BDUs.
He wasn't sure what he was doing or why. Neither was he sure what he was actually going to say or what it was that he would have liked to tell Wood, but he was sure he had to do it. He was not going to waste his last opportunity.
It probably was love, he figured. The sex was mostly about making sure the other one was still alive, and the frantic kissing in supply closets was essentially just clinging to something real and warm, but his last thoughts revolving around the other pilot… Love.
He flicked on the recording device. "Lieutenant Wood, I need you to know..." Speaking was hard. And he still didn't know what to say.
Well, at least the insurgent fighters would have something to laugh about. "Know that I -" And with that, he finally sank into unconciousness.
When Charlie opened his eyes, he was pretty sure he had actually died and gone to heaven. Only, he had never thought that heaven was for people like him.
"Colonel Weasley." The blurry outlines of a med bot appeared in his field of vision. "You're in the med bay of Her Majesty's Star Ship Promised Land."
That was unexpected. But… good.
"Lieutenant Wood has left a message for you. Do you want to receive it?"
A message?
"Yeah… sure."
The med bot tilted its head to the side and said in an eerily accurate imitation of Wood's voice: "Good to have you back, tosser. Had the transport to your parents already lined up. -- Also, I know. Of course I know. Idiot."
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Date: 2016-09-15 12:18 pm (UTC)Ich lese die zwei so wahnsinnig gerne von Dir, da mußt Du Dir gar nix neues einfallen lassen :D
Angst und h/c und Happy End und alles wunderbar. <3 Und "Notfallkontakt" paßt doch auch, auf jeden Fall.
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Date: 2016-09-15 06:38 pm (UTC)Das ist so lieb von dir! ...Ich fühle mich immer furchtbar, dass ich die beiden einfach als Leinwand benutze um self-indulgend AUs zu schreiben, also ist es toll zu hören, dass es jemand gern liest. Danke!
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Date: 2016-09-15 05:54 pm (UTC)Außerdem: "They had never found Fred's body." WIESO TUST DU MIR DAS AN?
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Date: 2016-09-15 06:42 pm (UTC)Gott, es hat so gar nichts mit ihnen zu tun, aber es ist so ein schönes AU. Kampfjäger, Space Stations und all the gay soap opera ohne über die wunderbaren, phantasstischen Canon-Ehefrauen nachdenken zu müssen. X'D
Ooooh, das Familien-Coming Out... Das würde Punkte geben, hm?? Damn. (Ist es schlimm, dass ich es grade total angsty als alternatives Ende hierzu vor mir sehe? *hust*)
WIESO TUST DU MIR DAS AN?
Weil ich grausam bin! ...Und überhaupt: Mehr hurt! ;)