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Within the hour of finding Captain Black by his bedside, there was spectrum officers guarding his room, only a specific nurse and doctor was allowed to enter, as well as any spectrum captains, and of course his brother

To Amber this was all a little over the top as he blinked up at dark celiling above him if his medical room, a small lamp only thing illuminating the room.

Getting the news that he wasn't hallucinating, that black sat by his bedside just made his insides twist, and that wasn't from having a bullet pulled from his insides either, it was a sickly feeling almost, the...the enemy, sat beside his beside as he recovered 

Why would Black be here?

His brow furrowed, he was like Scarlet, maybe, in some way, indestructible but just being pulled along by other worldly control.

He moved his hand scrubbinh his face with a tired grumble

He needs sleep but now with the hospital a buzz he couldn't, it made him twitchy, uncertain even

He glanced towards his brother who's now asleep again, curled up on the small sofa, least sleep could come easier to a few in situations like this.

He chewed the inside of his mouth glancing down at himself, the blanket around his waist, medical gown just hiding the thick rolls of bandages around his stomach, ivs and heart monitors hooked up to him...

He wanted to move

But of course, that was strickly a big no no for where he got shot

He's going to loose his damn min-

A knock and he glanced up seeing the red uniform at the door

"Hey Cal" Scarlett said keeping his voice low as he glanced towards caleb, creeping in silently towards the lieutenant, taking off his cap tucking it under his arm carrying a back in his other hand

"He's out like a light, Paul...he won't wake"

A small chuckle from the captain as he walked over

"How you feeling?"

Callum inhaled deep

"Loosing my mind."

"I figured, here"

Scarlett took out a book from the bag he was carrying, the book he was reading while on sky base and the second book in the trilogy

"Pau-"

"I know, I know, just wanted to make sure comfortable"

Callum gave a half smile

"Thank you..."

Scarlett patted his arm, some sort of comfort which helped eased some part of him

"You know?" Amber exhaled, giving a slight head tilt

Scarlett eyes met his own hazels and seeing the shift of emotions, the worry behind his eyes, before the other man sighed

"Adam told me and we just had to make sure that your safe..."

"He was just sat there...he just said rest easy marine, and left" Amber rubbed his face "could maybe he have-"

"We don't know cal...but right now your saftey and your brothers are on spectrum top priority"

Callum exhaled

"Gonna be seen as a protection duty rather then an agent, aren't I?"

"Until that wound is healed, I'm afraid so Cal"

Callum exhaled rolling his jaw, making it click

"Least now you can catch up with your books?"

He glared at scarlet

This is going to be a very long recovery

———

He lifted himself up, chin touched the top of the bar before letting himself down, feeing the familiar twing of muscles that haven't been used in a while, sweat dripped as he grunted pulling himself up again, before dropping down again panting, finishing his reps for now

Grabbing his water and the towel wiping away sweat from his face, and the back of his neck, welcoming the taste of the cold water against his mouth, letting it heat up steadily before swallowing.

The breeze catching up hid back from his open garage, just hearing the pitter of rain outside outside his home 

Callum breathed out, stretching his arms, helping to release the lactic acid build up in his joints, he was slowly getting back into the swing of things after a good few months of recovering, worrying and feeling sorry for himself

The gunshot wound has scabbed up now just peeling away showing the scarred tissue underneath, still looking fresh, but it was a scar to add to his collection of many

He breathed out steadily, rolling his neck

Spectrum has been on watch, as Callum recovered gaining his strength back, Callum raised that now he can defend himself more, which with many back and forth from White, reluctantly agreed to reduce the security around him, which Callum was thankful for.

He placed down both his water and towel before going back at the pull up bar

One more rep

———

Callum got out the shower, rubbing the cream into his scar, the sweet coco butter wafted up to meet his nose, before pulling on his shirt rubbing the access into his hands walking bare foot into the kitchen, hair still damp from the shower as he grabbed something to eat, and feed Gunpowder his black cat that would appear occasionally

"It's good to see you, Callum"

He froze mid way through opening the fridge, the voice raising heckles up the back od his neck, he slowly looked behind him

Seeing Gunpowder in captain blacks lap, purring happily as if black wasn't a threat

He swallowed thickly, eyes flickering over the man at his small table

"Black..."

"Not even a good to see you Callum?" He watched the other head tilt a smile, that just made his heckles raise more

"what do you want?"

The man...stood gunpowder jumped down and Callum backed up, eyes trained on the man who was once his close friend

"I aren't here as a threat callum-"

"Then why are you here." He tried to keep his voice even as his back hit the counter, with a soft thunk

He breathed out, watching Black eyes flicker over him, the soft brown eyes....wait

"Conrad..."

"I'm glad your okay..." his voice low, as if speaking louder could crack the tension in the room

He swallowed, hesitant incase this was a Mysteron plot to make him drop his guard, but he watched as B-Conrad kept his distant, allowing Callum to come closer

Callum leant in hugging him feeling how much different Conrad felt

He was colder, less mass to his figure, smelt more earthy, more like dirt, he tucked his head deeper into his shoulder, feeling hands pat his shoulder

He pulled away

"You-"

"For now...just for now..." Conrad gave a slight smile

"Why...Conrad-"

"I didn't want the mysteron to kill you...far from it Cal..." Conrad breathed out "I've watched you recover....but that was the agreement"

"Agreement?"

"The second you are able enough...I'll loose what control I have over my body...they...they take control agaun-"

"Conrad you can fight-"

"No...no..I'm.. I can't"

Callum breathed out, watching Conrad bow his head a little, at the information

"You still haven't answered my question"

The other gave a small smile, a sliver of the old Conrad

"Your my friend, damn Jarhead"

He felt the fist softly tap to the side of his head, a small reminder of there shared history

"It's good to see you again Conrad..."

———

Callum sat, silently after talking to Conrad, it was good to see him...even if it was brief, he pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders as sat on the porch, cigarette in his fingers as he tapped the Ash onto the ashtray, taking a low drag, the smoke filling hus lungs, filling his blood with nicotine which right now aided in stopping his hands shaking, stopped what thoughts were racing around in his mind about Conrads situation, the mysterons using him as a puppet for there war on humanity...

Watching the rain come down heavier, now creating vast lakes in front of his home, down the street, the sky's above dark with a faint rumble of thunder in the air

He called Adam and Paul the second Conrad left, they needed to know

Hearing both rustle around, getting into the car, and telling him their ETA

Watching the car roll up and the blond and brunet running up, boots splashing in the puddles as the rain soaked them both, both their hands on there concealed weapons as they saw the smaller man, sat on his porch, smoking

"Cal-"

"I'm fine" He gave a small smile at Adam as they both, looked down at the lieutenant, who wiped his eyes, from the bubbling tears that threaten to spill

The lab was quiet, apart from the quiet sniffling of the engineer who sat curled up in his chair, a blanket draped over his shoulders

Zayne was a many of many things, astronaut, engineer, pilot, ran a business, empathetic

Byt he was also sick

His work was taken over by other employees of Anderson tech, in fear of the wraith of his mother he stayed on earth, nursing a lemon and honey to try and sooth his sore throat and a box of tissues for his nose that kept running

Even Greg the bases cat is avoiding his presents  much to the astronauts sadness

The hologram flickered on and he rumbled seeing international rescues dispatcher

"Now why would you be calling me, John?"

A chuckle broke through

"Making sure you aren't dying from the plague"

"I'm fine John" He blew his nose in the tissue tossing it into the trash beside him

"Ah huh?"

He brought the mug up to his lips eyeing the dispatchers critical eye

"I'm really fine, tis but a cold"

He watched John sigh, seeming to relax a little, he chuckled which became a cough, sitting up a little holding a hand over his mouth amd grumbling

"You sound like hell"

"Yeahh..."

He leant back, leaning the mug against his chest feeling the warm ceramic, in his hands, he leant his head back exhaling

"You should sleep"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Mean it Zayne, your sick And your body needs the energy-"

"You sound as worse as my mother"

It was John's time to laugh

"I am worse, you want to know why?"

"Mm?"

"I'm your damn partner. That's why"

Zayne smiled, finishing the rest of the elixir that's been saving his voice picking up the hologram projector walking towards the makeshift bed settling down in it down beside the bedside table culring up

"Talk to me John, need something that isn't the reader talking to me"

John's form floated as he smiled, shifting his hands, likely also working on something, before watching John glance over his form, he likely guessed he looks worse then he think he does laying curled up in bed

"Alright Zayne...just to help you sleep"

Zayne smiled listening to what he's been missing for the mast few days of being ill and not helping international rescue.

———

John kept talking, he glanced over towards the hologram, seeing Zayne had fallen asleep

"Eos-"

"He's stable John, his tempreture is higher and white bloodcell count is also quite high"

John nodded

That's a good thing atleast, his body is fighting what ever is in his system, he misses seeing Zayne up here, having him to hug and hold and snuggle up to

He exhaled, feeling the slight itch at the back of his throat which made him stop

Oh

John focused at the task at hand, trying not to let his hands shake, try not to think about what just happemd, he inhaled deeply

Glancing towards the twisted remains of  freighter, where- Zayne was-

He shook his head, needed to focus-

The debris hit him and he was jolted sent into open space with a scream, unable to stop himself from spinning

"Thunderbird 3-" He gasped trying to stop but of course the debris damaged his propulsion

He gasped spinning away from the big blue marble

Guess this was the end of him, Thunderbird 3 was still miles out on the other side of the world dealing with another rescue, it was just him and Zayne working this rescue...

breathing in deep, preparing his mind for the death that would be coming, thinking of his brothers, his home, EOS-

"JOHN"

The impact hit him and the spin sharpened, hearing the propulsion jets in his ears and he opened his eyes

He inhaled a whimper, hands gripping the others arm

"Ze-"

There helmets clicked together and Zayne panted holding John close to him, holding his back other holding just under his ribs

"I'm Here...I'm all here"

"You...I..I'm dead.."

Zayne shook his head "still on the mortal plain Johnny..." a smile flickered over the other astronaut, before it flickered to more serious "You hurt?"

"My...propulsion damaged..."

He was pulled closer, Zayne using his own jets to get back to the where John was launched from, the extra distance was cut short with Zaynes grapple, wheeling them both in

John breathed out, clinging to Zaynes side, holding onto the falling apart station, Zaynes magnetic boots thundering against the hull before he twisted, tapping commands in his wrist control,

Bots flew around, working together to aid in the rescue of stabilisation shifting the mess of the freighter and station apart

"Thunderbird 3?"

"Here- you two alright?"

He glanced at Zayne

"Well live"

———

John sat in his room, glancing at the bruise forming up his arm, his gaze flickered towards Zayne, stood in his bathroom, the light from there pooling into Johns room, being the only light on to flood the bedroom in a warm golden light.

Both got out the rescue scaved,

John dealing with a mild sprained wrist from where his grip was jolted off of the station he clung to, ans zayne...well...he was lucky he was still able to walk, bruises impact, lacerations (he thanked Zayne suit for seld sealing when it detected breeches)

He slowly moved wincing slightly padding into the on suite

Eyes watching Zayne stitch a cut on his hip, hearing hum wince with each time he pricked into the skin with the needle

He swallowed the thought of earlier on the rescue, the thought of loosing him

Iodine met his nose and he huffed slowly walking closer, finger tips tracing up an older scar on Zaynes back, older close calls and near misses

He too has scars, byt never something on such a scale compared to zaynes tapestry of life

Muscles flex at his touch, getting a low hum in response to his touch

"Hey-"

A plaster covering Zaynes hip as he turned towards the other astronaut, worried gaze

John leant in head tucking into Zaynes shoulder, keeping in mind the damage of the day

Feeling hands cradle him close and a soft sigh

John just held on, feeling the slight tingle at his eyes as tears tried to flow out

A hand cradled his face and he met Zaynes eyes, brows furrowed with worry

"Hey..."

John breathed out wiping his eyes

"I...I'm..."

Zayne let John speak, as the dispatcher struggled to get his words out

"I-i could have lost you today..." John stated, his bottom lip quivered

"I know..."

John let a breath out tears falling down his cheek letting Zayne wipe them away

"Ze.."

He felt Zayne rest his forhead against John's

The space moniter raises his hand cupping Zaynes face

"I thought you were dead..." He whispered

"I'm sorry John"

John closed his eyes letting himself lean in closer, hugging tight

They stood together like this, Zayne holding him and John holding Zayne, just letting the emotion high run its course

After a while, John steadily pulled Zayne to bed, letting the other settle down wincing, he steadily layed beside him, his hand tracing over the center of Zaynes chest, fingers just grazing the space crystal on its chain, around Zaynes neck, which glowed in the low light of Johns, now dark bedroom, feeling the steady beating of his heart, against his palm, a hand softly running through his hair a soft delicate kiss to his temple

John exhaled, closing his eyes, keeping his hand against Zaynes chest

Training always training, Alan grunted lifting himself up the wall, before running down the corridor, avoiding the debris on the floor, hearing the footsteps echo behind him, he ran faster, breathing out hard. 

He slid and slammed his hand hard onto the stop button panting with a grin, as his timer stopped above them,

Glancing  at the other figure in blue just managing to slam his hand down onto the button, a second later

"I win again John" Alan teased at his older brother

His brother shook his head "if this was zero gravity. You would be Loosing" John panted out, but a smile on his lips none the less

Alan grinned taking off his helmet, with a soft click sighing softly, looking at the John who took off his own helmet, sweat sticking the dispatchers hair back a little, making it stick to his scalp

"Keep saying that John, I'll still beat you"

"Ah huh? Shorty"

Alan huffed a laugh before smirking, throwing his helmet towards John,

who wasn't expecting the toss and staggered with the impact

Feet wobbling as he lost his balance, before falling hard

A crack ring out

Alan stilled, eyes widening slightly

"John?"

Not a sound, just a look of suprise on his brothers unseeing eyes

"J-John?"

He inched forward hearing steps

"Alan? Jo-" Scott's eyes fell on the fallen space monitor unmoving on the floor and Alan inhaled sharply as Scott ran over

"I-i didn-i- thought-"

He tried to grasp at thoughts, tears rising as realisation slowly started to sink into his heart

He didnt see Scott's look at him, just nealt beside John, blood oozing down his nose

Virgil kneeled to the other side looking at John and then the oldest Tracy, fingers moves to slide under Johns collar

"H-hes fine right?" Alan croaked, feeling his throat closed up

Virgils dark eyes met his own, lips curled up, eyes flickered away as tears bubbled up that the second oldest Tracy tried to hide

"N-no..J-John will..."

A hand came on his shoulder as he looked towards Gordan

"I-i didn't...I didn't mean to-"

He stuttered more, realising what he's done settling in

Watching as Scott steadily moved his hand up to close John's eyes, before steadily picking him up, cradling him in his arms 

"S-Scott i-i didn-"

"You should have been more carful."

Alan froze up at Scott's tone, and swallowed the bile as he trembled, wanting the ground to swallow him up, his chest tightened as his eyes finally met Scott's piercing ones and felt tears falling down his face

"I-im s-sorry Scott" He whispered

Scott just turned away, he glanced at Virgil who looked between his brothers, before crouching down at Alan's height

Gordan following after Scott

"I-i" He hiccuped, tears falling more freely now

"Shh, hey" virgil tried to smile, hiding his own tears, holding Alans face trying to wipe the fallen tears

"It's okay Alan-"

"I killed him Virgil!" His voice broke as he pulled away staggering

Breath quick

"I-i killed John-" his voice quiet as he backed away from Virgils movement towards him

"I-i-im sorry V-virgil-"

"Ala-"

He was already bolting, he ran ignoring the calls from Virgil

Just the word ringing in his head of what he's done

He's a killed Thunderbird 5, John tracy

His brother

———

Gordan stood beside Scott, seeing the anger, the sadness coiled up inside their big brother

"Scott-"

"What Gordan."

He tried not to jolt back at the tone, eyes flickering to John's still form

"H-he didn't mean to he's still a ki-"

Virgil slid in

"Alan's ran-"

Gordans eyes widened as he looked at Scott who remained still beside John's side

Gordan bit down on his cheek

"Virgil well get him"

He followed Virgil out, glancing towards Scott's form still stood there

Barely moved an inch

He glanced towards John, breathing out hard

Scott grimaced, feeling the steel cut through him like butter, his fingers trembled as he gripped the rebar.

he gasped out a winded breath, feet just brushing the floor as blood oozed down staining the steel bar and down his legs, dripping down to the cracked floor below him, as he pratically dangled in the little air pocket he found himself in before the building collapsed

He wheezed swallowing thickly holding onto the bar, that's stabbed through his side, trying to stop himself from sliding further down, hearing the faint rumble around him as the building steadied, cloud of dust surrounding him and little flakes of concrete settling on him

"Thu-zrrt-bird one?' He heard Virgils worried tone breath through his helmet, he wheezes as blood filled his mouth and coughed splattering red on his visor

"V-virgil"

"Scott, stay with me-"

He wheezed feeling the strength in his arms loosing the fight to keep himself from sliding down the steel rod, slick with his own blood, adding to the growing puddle around the base of the rod, a slick squeltch as he inched further down the debris with a muffled gasp of pain, he blinked rapidly, gasping weakly trying to with a free hand push himself off it, with very little improvement of his situation

"John-"

"I have read on his suit Virgil. It..." He heard John voice go quiet as his pulse rushed in his ears, he knew they'll never make it to him in time, he just knew, he inhaled a shakey gurgled gasp

"Virge..." Scott swallowed what blood was trying to drown him, as his fingertips numbed, the cold slowly curling around him like a blanket

"Look-look after em y-ya hear-.." He breathed out shakely

"Scott, hold on were coming, just hold on" Scott would have smiled at desperation in his brothers tone, the bite of tears that he knew would be threatening to spill for his Virgils eyes

"John...steer em...right...dont..dont let em loose th-their way"

His fingers shook as his fingers opened Channel to all his brothers

"G-gordan...don-dont stop..jok-in...ya h-ear"

His vision clouding in

"S-tay...stay in-in schooll...Al...Alan..." his world slurred as his grip failed him and he felt his head thud, a cloud kicking up a little as he gurgled, he swallowed thickly breath raspy

"I...lo-ve y-you...all..."

Hearing a muffled choke sob from one of his brothers, a roar of emotions as the world caves in, pulling him under.

———

Virgil managed to find the remai- no...no not remains...his big brother, that was his big brother laying there in the debris.

He bled out under the collapsed building, his right side peirced with metal rebar, blood still slick around his form, staining the front of his gear into a deeper blue

Virgil snapped the bar with the jaws of his exo, lifting up Scott's form, like hes done countless times before this

Getting into Thunderbird 2, settling him down on the medical bed.

Just looking at how peacful his big brother looked, apart from the blood staining his gear blood around his mouth and dust...he just looked like he was asleep, like he would usually be when Virgil carried him to bed.

He hesitated bringing over the scanner, he knew the answer way before the scanner finished

Dead

His hands shaking as tears started falling he backed away as a sob wrecked through his chest, glancing at his blood stained hands as he dropped back pressing to the wall of thunderbird 2 hull

Hiccuping as he curled up blood stained hands over his mouth as he tried to stop the whimpers leaving his lips eyes never leaving Scott's form just laying there like he was asleep

———

John stood, tears bubbling at his eyes, he watched as Scott's vital flatlined, unable to do anything about it, he barley heard EOS worried voice, just the low flat beep in his ears, knowing his big brother was gone

His throat closed up, trying to stop the choked the sob that was threatening to break through his form, break down the walls he has around his emotions, trying to keep the mask of the collected international dispatcher everyone knew, he wiped his eyes, breathing hard, to try and keep the control, which was a vastly loosing battle, as he started to think about he did nothing and watched his big brother die

And he was powerless to stop it 

And his mask he wore shattered into a million peices as he dropped against the gravity ring curling up into a ball as choked sobs broke free

———

Gordan slid into Alan's room who blinked at him eyes wide, tears falling down his face

"He-hes alright right?"

Gordan swallowed feeling the bile bubble up, his insides twisted looking at his little brother

"Alan-"

"He-hell be here? He's joking right?" More fear flooding the youngest Tracy as he stood watching his baby brother, his own tear falling now

"G-gordan?"

Gordan breathed out a whimper, bottom lip trembling and Alan staggered over, grabbing his brother in a tight hug, Gordan pulled him closer hiding away his head in the smaller frame, feeling his knees buckling, shirt becoming soggy from Alan's crying into his chest.

Scott Tracy, was gone

The hard patter of debris fell around him, as he steadily came too, the explosion still fundering in his ears as he winced coughing up the dust that the bomb had kicked up, he pressed a bloodied burnt hand against the floor wincing at the sting, pushing himself up, glancing towards the direction the blast went off, just seeing smoke and a fire that licked up the vehicle, that it was planted in moments ago

His breath become jagged as he glanced, realising that Captain Blue wasn't beside him

Adam was closer to the blast...

His eyes widened and he forced himself up, pain blossoming across his body, hearing sirens wailing getting closer as he staggered seeing the crumpled, dust covered form on the ground

"Blue-"

He dropped beside his partner, taking inventry of the damage, burns, tunic took most of the blast, head wound, needed to be cautious of breaks

Paul cradled Adams mildly burnt face in his own blood staining his fingers, he ran a hand through the blond locks, brushing the strands of gold out if Adams face

"Blue come on...hold on.."

He pressed his fingers against his partners throat, feeling for a pulse

He held his breath waiting, feeling the soft delicate bu-bump against his finger pads and breathed a sigh of relief

Pressing his sweaty forhead against Adams unconscious one in relief, thanking what ever God that was looking over them when the blast went off

———

The ride back to sky base was pure worry wrappee in a blanket anxiety, his fingers twitcher watching the medics fuss over the still unconscious Captain Blue

He glanced down at his hands burns that were once there steadily healing in a green light that pulsed under his skin, he just wished that his retro-metabalism would help fix his aching heart, or atleaset sooth the pain, at seeing his beloved Adam laying there unresponsive.

They wheeled Adams form towards medical and Paul followed, watching as Doctor Fawn worked, already setting up burn treatment, ready for the patient

Paul just felt numb, just waiting for news on Blues condition

———

Paul managed atleaset to get to his room, while Fawn was cleaning the damage of Blue

He managed to get freshed up, new less burnt uniform and cap and a tablet to try and note the report down

Walking back with tea, in hand.

He settled besides Blues medical bed, eyes on the heart monitor, which steadily beeped, nothing alarming, which was a good thing at least, and just waited. Studying the man's face before him as he slept

He moved his finger, his knuckle grazing the others cheek, before he dropped his arm and started that feild report he's been dreading.

———

He saw the flutter of blond eyelashes, a few hours later, Paul rested the tablet down, scooting closer as he smiled leaning over, his fingers finding Blues bandages own.

"Hey there handsome"

A small smile opened on Blues face, who breathed in deeply

"Hey, ya'self Paul..." He croaked, wincing

Paul helped him to sit up, eyes flickering over the others form

"M'fine" the Boston accent coming out thicker, in a tired and painkiller endured slur of words, Paul kissed his temple

"I know your fine, you still gave us a scare Adam"

He watched as he looked at him, blue eyes studying his own before a hand cradled his stumbled chin, stroking over his cheek bone

"Your not-" Paul started

"I swear Paul, if ya say you aren't indestructible, your sleepin' on the damn sofa"

Paul couldn't help the soft laugh leaving him, leaning in planting a soft kiss to Blues forhead

"I'm glad your okay" He whisperer against Adams forhead

Adam smiled "I am too...still get to pester ya for a lil' longer"

Paul squeezed his hand tighter

He couldn't help how much that eased his worrying for the other man

He leant in planting a soft kiss to Adams lips who happily kissed back

A stiffled cough came and they both men glanced towards the door, where good doctor Fawn stood, with an eyebrow raised, at the scene before him.

"You quite done gentlemen? I have a patience to tend to"

Paul pulled away, feeling his ears go red and didn't miss the slight roseyness to Adams cheeks who laughed

Adam leg bounced in the almost silence of the medical room, his hand holding the bloodied and burnt hand of his dead friend, he refused to look at the bloodied sheet, looking just made his stomach knot tighter at the damage Scarlet put himself through.

The blond exhaled with a shakey breath, rubbing his eyes with a free hand

No matter how many times he sees Scarlet die, he would always be there to drag what remains of his friend back home to cloud base

The op would have been easy, apart from the bomb that was tossed towards a position of power, and Scarlet pounced on it...quite literally

His body contained he explosion, but died with the impact saving everyone of course.

Adam has his hand shook, condolences and praise given as his friend was wheeled into the helicopter, to be taken back to skybase for autopsy

Course just a little twisted lie, they can't know that the man who jumped on a grenade is also indestructible

There was a sickly squeltch, which pulled Adam out of his thoughts, as the captain laying on the hospital bed slowly started heal, bones cracking back into place and skin knitting itself back together, a faint green glow following cuts and burns across Paul's body

Adam steadily stood, pulling the sheet off face, just as Paul took a deep raspy inhale in his freshly healed lungs, blood shot eyes flicker around, breath quick, panicked

"Easy..." Adam said holding Paul's hand tighter, stroking over the knuckled

"A-" He started to croak and Adam patted his chest, just feeling a rib crack back into place under his hand making him grimace a little

"Ah...wait your not..fully together" the blond said keeping a hand resting against Paul's chest feeling the sharp heartbeat against his palm, which slowly started to slow down, relaxing realising that he was safe on skybase 

Fawn stepped in to the room

"Ah, Scarlett welcome back to the land of the living again"

Blue gave a half smile at the doctors entry, glancing down at his partner

"Tea?"

A small nod and Adam nodded

"I'll be back Paul"

A small hand squeeze and he let Paul be handled by the good doctor

———

Adam made tea (three tea spoons of sugar and a little milk, he always told Paul it'll rot his teeth, but the man had a sweet tooth, and retro-metabalism) and on his return, able to snag some biscuits from the mess hall for his indestructible partner, he stepped into medical seeing Paul was sat up and now looking better then he did a few minutes ago, Well, anything is better then a dead body, to be fair.

He settled down handing Paul the cup, hearing a soft Thanks, as Paul's vocal cords have now healed from the blast

Adam glancing around, seeing no sign of the doctor reappearing before handing the biscuits over, he didn't want to be scolded for bringing food into the medical room again

"Thanks Adam.. " Paul rumbled happily drinking, and having something to snack even if it was cook-...biscuits

Damn Brits

———

They talked a little, about what Paul missed while being dead, wasn't much but kept Paul in the loop of what's he's been doing while taking a dirt nap

Fawn came back suspicioun in his eye at the sight of crumbs but refused to say anything further

"Your free to go Scarlet" He said with a half smile

Paul steadily got up, wincing as he was finally allowed to move healed joints which popped with the movement

Adam held him, looking away just seeing Paul bare

"You've seen be nake-"

"God Paul, just get the spare cloths on"

He heard Paul's laugh, hearing that Paul slowly getting back to his natural habits

His PT cloths was given which would do till they got to the barracks

Adam opened the door and let Paul inside, the dark room, course it was three am now, and they were off duty till both recovered from the situation, so theirs a positive for them

Paul, who was pratically a buzz wuth energy, hummed disapearing to grab something better then just his loose PT gear

Adam gave a tired smile, as he finally got in

Taking off his tunic, wincing as he sat down on the bed, taking off his boots, with effort, glancing seeing Scarlett now changed into his uniform

"You gonna be doing your report Paul?" Adam settled down, getting comfortably into pajamas, swinging his legs onto the bed with a tired sigh

"Ah huh, going to be sat at the computer, keep an eye on you as you sleep"

Adam smiled feeling the soft kiss to his tired forhead, letting Paul lay him down

"You old romantic-"

Paul gave a smile in the darkness of their shared room

"It's only fair...you do the same for me..how its my time to keep an eye on you"

Adam smiled feeling how tired his eyes have become, Adrenalin, anxiety taking a toll on the blond

"Yeah yeah...reports before white has our asses again"

A small chuckle and a forhead kiss, feeling Paul trace small patterns on his wrist and forarm, a damn weakness to lull the other captain into sleep, and it always worked

He breathed out steadily, letting himself relax, before sleep dragged him under

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