And You Were There

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For the movie challenge...Thanks to justacat, bluster and heuradys for a very quick beta! 435 words.


Gravel crunched under his foot; cool night air rushed past his face. Fraser was a dot of red fading into the night; he saw the dot of red fall and then heard an “oomph” followed by barks and growls. Judging from the faint cries of “call him off! Call him off!”, Ray guessed that Fraser had gotten his man.

That left him with creepazoid two, who was slowing down. Ray gave a small prayer of thanks to Fraser for dragging him down to the lake every weekend to run with Dief. The perp was maybe 20 feet ahead of Ray when he turned and...oh. Shit. Gun.

Ray ducked behind a dumpster and cursed as the perp fired a round that sent small chips of brick raining down onto his head. He squeezed off two rounds, the first going wide and the second hitting its mark. Ray grinned at the faint ding of metal striking concrete and the curses that followed.

Keeping his gun trained on the perp, he advanced, ordering the asshole to lie spread-eagle on the ground. He was just getting out the handcuffs when there was a sudden blow to the back of his head, followed by darkness.

**

What the hell was squeaking?

Ray opened his eyes blearily. He had to be hallucinating. Or maybe that lucid dreaming crap. Yeah, that was it, it had to be. He shut them again, waited for a few moments, and reopened them. The image still hadn't changed.

Otherwise why would a crying, rusting Tin Man be cradling Ray's head in his lap?

A soft voice was telling him that help was on the way, that he would be okay. Ray reached up for the Tin Man's arm with a hand of....straw?

Okay, things were +definitely+ queer. And got even queerer as the Tin Man leaned down and softly kissed him on the lips.

Damn the back of his head hurt...and a nap sounded really good...

**

Ray opened his eyes and then shut them quickly; the bright sterile white of a hospital room was too much for his eyes. He opened them again. It was better now, not nearly as bright. Fraser must have sensed a change in his breathing or something because he now had two concerned blue eyes gazing at him.

He licked dry, chapped lips trying to figure out that strange, fucked up dream he'd had. And tasted a faint trace of black tea.

Huh. Maybe it hadn't been a dream.

Smiling faintly, he rasped out, “C'mere Frase.” And had the pleasure of watching Fraser's eyes widen as Ray kissed him.

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