#summerofwhump

Day 15: Whumpmas in July - Numb

@whumpmasinjuly

He dropped down heavily on the side of the road. Too tired for anything, he is waiting for it all to catch up too him. Ready for any reaction locked inside of him to spill over and finally release. Inwardly he begged to finally feel some relief from the pressure inside.

But there was nothing....all he felt was numb. He should feel something right? Any reasonable person would. He just felt so tired, but he would not sleep. He spent a long night alone in the dark.

Title: Gut Check (1/1)

Fandom: Get Smart (original series)

Rating: G

Summary: Max's suspicions about CONTROL's new lab technician turn out to be right on the money.

For @summer-of-whump, Day 30, Prompt: Bad Caretaker

The funny thing about being told something over, and over, is that you don't always believe it until the truth is staring you in the face.

Yakov is old; tired, and ... fading. Victor watches the rise and fall of his chest, the painfully slow beep of the heart rate machine, the way Lilia dozes in the spare, uncomfortable chair, one hand clenched in Yakov's free one. Victor isn't good with feelings; he's awkward and terrible about the whole thing. This is Yakov, though; the only real family that Victor has, and he's slowly slipping away from them.

It doesn't matter that he's been stuck on an airplane for four hours, as he sinks to his knees beside the old man's bed, his breath hitches. Lilia is all but asleep; there's no one but Yakov to witness his shame, if he can even hear Victor. "Please don't go," Victor begs, quietly, "Don't leave me, dada. We need you. We all need you." He doesn't know how to tell Yakov that he's who he is because of this man. The words stick in his throat, shamefully. 

Title: A Dish Served Cold (Chapter 11/11)

Fandom: Scooby-Doo (13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo)

Rating: T

Summary:  In the aftermath of everything, Vincent must decide on what to do with the perpetrators.

One day, you swore to yourself, one day you’d actually listen to your self-resolutions. You usually had pretty good solutions to problems and you figured if you genuinely followed through on anything you swore to yourself, days like this wouldn’t happen.

However, instead of listening to your oath to never travel to a tropical island and to never, ever get near a dinosaur again — you listened to your brother’s pleading and John Hammond’s dying wish and found yourself back in Jurassic Park. Or World now, an attempt to rebrand away from the tragedies the original park and the twin islands carried with them.

You had been badgered into returning and even managing the Park and all its inhabitants, extinct as they should be.

You had finally accepted the job with the promise that you had the final say on anything and everything that happened in the park and with the animals, with the hope that you could put enough safeguards and redundancies in place so something like that weekend 20 years ago would never happen again.

You got your wish. Sort of. Instead of a repeat of that weekend from hell, it was much much worse. An island full of people with a brand new designer dinosaur on the loose. It had even been proven to be a predator, a smart predator — not that you had any doubts about that. Everyone in the world had gotten used to dinosaurs once again roaming the world and they weren’t impressed. They wanted bigger, better, more teeth.

Personally, your favorite dinosaurs were the ones without chompers but you were in the minority.

All of that had led to you hiding under a jeep, doused in gasoline, with a death grip on your employee’s hand. Grady had been quick on the draw when the Indominus Rex had broken free of its enclosure. He had grabbed you and dragged you under one of the cars in the lot right outside of the gate, quickly cutting the gas line and using its scent to hopefully cover yours enough that it would ignore you.

When the Indominus came into view, the little that you could see of it, you closed your eyes, held your breath, and turned away. All of it was bringing back some extremely bad memories of the last time you had to run and hide from a dinosaur. This time, to your bad luck, you didn’t have the strength of Drs. Grant, Sattler, and Malcolm to hide behind.

This time, you swore to yourself (again) listening as the Indominus walked away, I really am done with tropical islands and dinosaurs. I am not doing it again.

Title: The Bridge of Time (4/4)

Fandom: Pokémon [Legends Arceus]

Rating: G

Summary: Just as Ingo’s hope is running out, there is word of another mysterious, new visitor in Jubilife.

(This series is created using the prompts from @summer-of-whump)

Continued from here

@sparrowsage @painsandconfusion @darkthingshappen

CW: Overprotective caretaker, gunshot wound, pushed too hard

"What's his name?"

"What's your name?" Killian asked, looking up at the stranger standing in the doorway of the hospital room— the man who had saved Shea's life.

"I'm Liam. Nice to meet you." Liam stepped closer and held out a hand for a handshake.

Killian took it. "I'm Killian and this is Shea. Thank you, again, for stepping in when you did."

Shea was still unconscious, but the doctors had said he would be alright. They had removed the bullet and closed the wound.

"He's lucky the bullet didn't hit anything important. May I?"

Killian gestured to a chair, inviting Liam to sit. "Go ahead."

"He should be waking up pretty soon. Who shot him?"

"... The man who owned him before the new law was passed." Killian leaned back in his chair, looking at Shea. "I knew him. And I found Shea because of our connection."

"You're friends with the man who shot him?"

"No—" Killian answered quickly. "Our families know each other, but we were never really friends. We... we're too different. I contributed to the evidence that helped pass the law protecting Ales Homines. Ni— er— the man who shot him, he snapped and decided he wanted to kill Shea rather than release him when the law passed. Probably feared Shea was going to get him arrested for all the awful things he did... but he wouldn't do that..."

"Why not? What did he do?"

Killian shook his head. "It's not my story to tell. He'll tell it when he's ready. He's... he's too gentle to do anything about what was done to him. I don't know if that's just his personality or if it's how the family conditioned him to be..."

"How old was he when he was taken..?"

Killian hesitated. Why was Liam so interested in the details? Just as he was about to respond, however, Shea started trying to sit up. Killian reflexively reached forward and stopped him. "Don't get up. You were shot. Don't hurt yourself."

"I'll get one of the nurses." Liam said, excusing himself.

Shea laid back down. "Ki... Killian..? Where am I..?" He asked, eyes wandering around the white room.

"You're at the hospital. I couldn't get the bleeding to stop. Someone saw and stopped to help."

"... I-I'm at the hospital..?"

Killian nodded.

Shea's face went pink. "I... I'm sorry... I don't want to cause problems... I-I'm okay— really—"

"Stop it. You're not causing problems. Nicholas is. And you are okay now, but you weren't."

"I... but, hospitals are expensive..."

"Don't worry about it."

"I ca... I can't repay you."

"I know. I don't want you to."

The door opened and a nurse entered. Liam didn't come back.

"Hey!" The nurse smiled, standing next to Shea. "How are you feeling? Is the pain okay?"

Shea shrunk back.

"It's okay, Shea. They're not going to hurt you."

The nurse put their hands up. "Honest. I just want to check in on you. I know you're probably scared, but I just want to help."

"I... I-I'm okay..." Shea's voice was small.

Killian sighed.

"Do you think you can stand?" The nurse asked.

Shea's face paled, but he nodded, sitting up carefully.

Killian almost stood, compelled to speak for Shea— obviously he wasn't going to speak for himself. He stopped himself, however. As much a it was difficult to watch, Killian wanted Shea to find his voice. He wouldn't do that if Killian was speaking for him.

The nurse helped Shea stand and Shea took a step forward, then another. Then he stumbled a couple of steps and the nurse had to catch him. Killian also bolted to his feet, taking two steps to help before pausing.

Shea yelped as he was caught and the nurse lowered him gently to his knees. He was trembling.

Killian cursed under his breath before finally making a choice and walking over to Shea and the nurse. "He can't say no to people." Killian tried to keep his voice calm as he knelt next to Shea. "Are you okay?"

"I understand that." The nurse said, their tone a little irritated. "We've had an influx of abused Winged in here since the law passed. Even if he can't say no, you can't say no for him. You can't feel his pain level. I have to take him at his word. Besides. There's no reason he shouldn't be able to take at least a couple steps. It's a perfectly reasonable expectation."

"I-I'm sorry— I-I can stand— I"

The nurse's tone softened. "No. It's okay. You did really well. You don't need to walk any more right now."

Killian knew his expression was dark. He didn't care. "Get out."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, get out. If you take him at his word, then you're going to hurt him. Get out. Send someone else in."

"You want me to just leave him on the floor." The nurse asked, incredulously.

"Yes. Get out. Don't make me say it again."

The nurse's face paled, then flushed red. "Fine." They snapped, getting up. They left.

"Shea?" All the irritation dissipated from Killian's tone. "Hey, are you okay?"

Shea's eyes were brimming with tears. "I-I... That re-really hurt..."

"I know... I know it did. Come here, let me help you." Killian gently helped Shea to stand, supporting almost all of his weight. "Let's get you back in bed. Here. Sit."

Shea grabbed Killian's hand before he could move away. "Pl-please don't leave me here—"

"I'm... I'm not going to leave you. I'm staying here until they release you from the hospital and then I'm taking you back to my house."

The door opened. "You sent the nurse out?" It was Liam again.

"Yes." Killian turned to him without making Shea let go of him. "They were going to end up hurting him worse if they continued with what they were doing."

"You're kind of protective, don't you think..?"

"Yes." Killian snapped.

"Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing." Liam put his hands up. "Just an observation. I think... he probably needs someone like that right now. I just came back to see if you wanted me to drive you back to your house after they release him."

“Help me,” The ropes were coarse and rough, digging into your wrists and choking out your words, wrapped around you as they were. The natives of whatever planet you were on were chanting, arrayed around the landing party in a near perfect circle. They weren’t doing anything but chanting hey but the ominous guillotine on your left painted an ugly picture.

You really didn’t know where or when it had gone all so wrong.

Only two days ago, you had been selected to join the landing party for the newly discovered planet. It had been described as being Earth-like in makeup but without the space faring capabilities. In fact, there was almost no technology to be found on site. That meant that the landing party was to be neither seen or heard, only taking some basic readings and marking where it was for the Federation maps. The first two days, just over the standard 24 hours at 26 hours, flew by. Scientists collected the samples they needed and Security had kept a tight perimeter, allowing everyone to slightly relax their rigid directives.

That was their downfall. Somehow, the simple people of the planet, with their basic technology, had snuck into the middle of their camp and managed to disarm everyone.

Now, the morning of the third day was dawning and you were tied to a post in the middle of their camp, certain you were going to be killed as the rest of your party were made to watch.