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Ah yes, another great post from @are-you-sirius

Lemme see, hope I do it justice! It’s turned out a little more sappy and angsty than I initially planned but uh… Yeah.

It wasn’t the door slamming that had Ethan worried. Nor was it the heavy footsteps that led to their kitchen. No, it was the look in Benji’s eyes as he appeared in the doorway that had the dark haired agent rising from the breakfast table and rushing across to his partner, panic in his expression.

“Benj, what is it?” It had only been a week since they had returned to DC, most of their time having been spent catching up on lost sleep whenever they could. Ethan had been having his own nightmares often enough, his mind filling with any and all possible outcomes that might have eventuated had he not managed to beat Lane at his own game. But Benji’s… Benji rarely slept solidly for more than a couple of hours at a time. He would wake with beads of sweat running down clammy skin, with a scream caught in his throat, with wide eyes that almost reflected what he was seeing. The look in his blue eyes as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen seemed to mirror that sight and it made Ethan’s heart race.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Benji asked, staring at Ethan. The blond was visibly shaken and inside, his mind was racing.

“Tell you what? What’s happened?”

“Do you have any idea what a risk you took?” At the question, Ethan seemed a little confused, before seeming to draw a conclusion.

“I know… But I’ve told you, Benji, if that bomb was going off, I was going down with you.”

“I’m not talking about the restaurant, Ethan.” Benji’s words were quite short as he spoke and Ethan fell quiet. “Brandt told me about what you did. What the three of you did to get me back.”

The Prime Minister… Right… Ethan sighed. It hadn’t occurred to him that Benji wouldn’t have known about that. Lane’s call was instantaneous after Vinter took Benji; he would not have heard the exact ransom demands.

“When Brandt wanted to warn the government about Lane’s plan and you refused, I thought you were crazy. But not only did you not warn them, but you went a step further and beat him to it.”

“Benji, if we hadn’t done that-”

“I would have died, yes. That was a risk I was willing to take if it meant you and that disc remaining safe from that bastard… I had a suspicion that you’d done this, even though I hoped and prayed - bloody prayed - that you hadn’t done it…”

“It was the only way to get you back.”

“And what about you?” Silence followed Benji’s question, the room falling eerily silent as both men stared into each others eyes. “What about you? You basically kidnapped the Prime Minister. You shot him-”

“It wasn’t a bul-”

“You shot him and pinned the blame on an agent from MI6.”

“Who was responsible for-”

“Ethan, don’t you realise the possible repercussions from this?” Ethan could see that Benji’s hands were trembling now and he cautiously reached out and took them into his own. “What if this catches up to you? What if what you did comes back and you…” A pause, a breath escaping Benji as he tried to calm down, eyes falling to the floor. “Ethan, I can’t lose you. Not again. Seeing how far you’d go for me, what you’d be willing to do to protect me, I- It scares me.” Reaching up, Ethan cupped Benji’s chin, lifting his gaze once more. Benji’s free hand gripped Ethan’s in his own, pressing his cheek into the palm and closing his eyes. “I love you so much, Ethan. I’m humbled by what you’re willing to do for me, but I can’t risk losing you because of that. I don’t want to.”

“You won’t. Ok? I promise, you’ll never lose me. But you’re gonna have to accept that I’ll happily go to the ends of the earth for you.” Pressing his lips to Benji’s forehead, Ethan’s arms wrapped around the younger man and pulled him in close, feeling his lover holding him tightly.

@cool-and-creative

Thank you for the prompt!! :)

The year Jack drowned is 1712 (2012 - 300)

The usual American junk. Burgers and fries, chips, soda. Nothing heavy, nothing like steaks or those mega meals you get at restaurants. Finger foods are my thing.