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For One Night Only

For One Night Only

By Katkin

 

Rated PG13

Summary Murdock has a premonition… Written in response to the ATSB Quick Pick: Hit, as a tag to Without Reservations. I always wondered why Murdock seemed so tense and serious at the outset… this is my very first fanfic and I’d like to thank everyone at the ATSB for their encouragement and support, and all the dedicated writers here for their inspiration!

Disclaimer I am making a big fat zero from this. They’re not mine… but I have first dibs on Faceman if he ever comes up for sale.

 

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Blood… blood everywhere. Staining  his hands, seeping into the creases and under his fingernails. Never be clean again. It’s not happening…not happening…not happeningnothappeningnothappeningnothappeningnothappeningnothappening…

 

He woke with a start and a gasp, fuzzy-headed from dreams. For a second he ground his eyes with the heels of his hands… a long time since those nightmares had haunted him. He shivered at the memories: the heat, the sweat, the endlessly buzzing insects, the hunger, the thirst. The desperate attempts to shield, to protect, to save. Blood. Pain. Tears. Shock. Sheer fright in wide, staring blue eyes. Fluttering hands weakly pushing him – that!   away. Awful, awful, gut-searing sobs trailing into faint cries… soft whimpers… mindless moaning, on and on and on. Stroking blood-caked blond hair and soothing, rocking, stroking the broken and brutalized body of his brother into restless sleep. Until the next time.

 

Time to snap out of it, time go to work. He was sane now – had the papers to prove it. Had a job to hold down, responsibilities. The past was another country. He sat up, sighed, stretched. Shuddered. Shivered.

 

A long time since those memories had haunted him.

 

He wasn’t a religious man. Never had been. Oh God, Jesus, Mary and Joseph and all the angels in heaven… please don’t ever let him be hurt again.

 

He needed to borrow a clean shirt from Face.

 

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So he bleeds!

How bad is it

I’ve seen worse accidents on the set…

Keep pressure on the wound at all times…

Murdock… I feel so cold… I feel so so cold…

He says it hurts when I press down so hard…

I can’t believe I’m responsible for all this…

I can’t believe I’m responsible for all this…

I can’t believe I’m responsible for all this…

 

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The desperate attempts to shield, to protect, to save. Blood. Pain. Tears. Shock. Sheer fright in wide, staring blue eyes. Fluttering hands weakly pushing him – that!   away. Awful, awful, gut-searing sobs trailing into faint cries… soft whimpers… mindless moaning, on and on and on. Stroking blood-caked blond hair and soothing, rocking, stroking the broken and brutalized body of his brother into restless sleep.

 

It was the next time.

 

 

End

 


For One Night Only by Katkin

 

 


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