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new Justified fic chapter: smart enough to recognize a bad idea, ch 25/26
The Raylan POV companion to baby you're a bad idea.
“How the fuck did I end up being the one who survived?” Raylan doesn’t have the faintest idea how to answer that question. “Charm,” he says before he can stop himself. Tim actually laughs at that. It echoes in the close space of the shower. “Funny.”
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More fodder for ultra runner tim to me
Chapter 19: and somehow, through it all, I stand
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The Director reaches to shake Tim's hand and, because Tim is still technically employed by him, returns the gestures. "And deputy Gutterson, I have to say it is good to see you on your feet." "Thanks, but it's just one foot and it's mostly the crutches. My balance sucks." Tim answers and he hears Art cough to cover his chuckle. "Well, regardless, reading the report had been chilling." Reynolds sits, which then allows everyone else to do the same. Tim lays his crutches down on the floor before he responds. "Living it was a bit of a trip, too." "I bet," Reynolds clearly isn't bothered by Tim's sarcasm, "how's the recovery going?" "About as well as it can be. I have physical therapy every other day and I see a psychologist regularly." Tim keeps his answers simple because he doesn't really want to be having this conversation.
tim tuesday
Tim Tuesday? Why not see how Tim's doing in the mine. Pt 1 and Pt 2
"I've got good news and bad news." Raylan grunts as his flashlight examines the beam on Tim's chest, "the good news is that this thing isn't sitting on you with its full weight. It's kind of propped up behind your shoulder." Tim wants to tell him it doesn't feel like it's propped up. He can't breathe. "The bad news is I ain't getting this off you without help." Raylan sighs as he returns to his position next to Tim's head as he sets a bag down in the dust. "Brought some supplies because we figured maybe you might be a little busted up." Just a little. Tim blinks as Raylan pulls out a bottle of water and he finds himself shaking his head. If he's bleeding internally, drinking water is a no-no. He remembers learning that when Abacus took a shot to the stomach and Doc nearly tackled Turkey when he tried to give him water.
Thinking back on it, Tim realizes most of their nicknames sound ridiculous.
"Relax, I'm gonna use it to wash your face and get a look at where all this blood is coming from." Raylan's wetting what looks like a rag and Tim blinks when it slides over his face. When it goes across his forehead, he feels a deep sting and he swallows thickly to keep from hissing.
"Sorry," Raylan says it quietly before he hisses himself. "Gave yourself a good smack," and Tim feels more water poured over his forehead before the cloth is used to wipe away coal dust and blood. "Can you lift your head?" Raylan asks suddenly and Tim blinks before he tries. His vision swims, but he feels Raylan's hand against the back of his neck to support him while his other hand seems to comb through Tim's hair.
"Make that smacks. Okay, I'm gonna put my jacket under your head with some bandages. Hopefully that'll help. Then I'll stick one to your forehead." Tim remains silent as Raylan provides him with a makeshift pillow before he tapes a thick bandage to his forehead and sits back with a sigh.
"I gotta check out your left leg, too. Think maybe a piece of somethin' went through your calf." He hears Raylan get up and he finds himself struggling to stay awake. He feels his eyes slide closed and Doc's voice is echoing down the mine shaft.
"Guts? You gotta stay awake, you idiot."
Doc's bedside manner was never great, but it was effective and Tim isn't about to piss him off, so he peels his eyes open when he feels a hand on his ankle.
"Looks like a piece of the floor you went through decided to hitch a ride in your calf." Raylan says and Tim doesn't really feel much as Raylan probably does his best to secure and bandage his leg. "Don't think the bone's broken, though, so..." he hears Raylan grunt and then he reappears beside him. "Gonna let Art know your condition and get an ETA on those bucket boys to get you out of here."
Tim isn't quite sure he's got it in him to stay awake that long.
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I just realized I left Tim stuck in a hole in a mine a few weeks ago. Woops. Let's see how he's doing. Read the first part here
It's getting really hard to breathe. The weight on his chest is starting to burn and the wetness on his forehead has slid into his right eye, making it sting. He closes his eyes and he hears muffled yelling above him. "Tim? Son, can you answer us? No, I can see him. He's under something. Where the hell is the fire department?" Art sounds frazzled, so Tim peels his eyes open against the sting and he tries to blink it away. The light above him is bright and hightlights the coal dust hanging in the air, making it shimmer. Maybe it'd be pretty if Tim wasn't fairly certain he's dying. There are pins and needles in his left arm and his fingers have gone numb. If he doesn't die, he might lose his arm. Maybe. He's not a doctor. "Tim? We can't get around, so Raylan's coming down." That seems like a bad idea. Has Raylan ever repelled? Tim's repelled. He's jumped out of planes and helicopters. One time during training his shute didn't open and his reserve shute got so tangled that he spun so fast that he passed out. He woke up hanging from a tree with a broken arm and one hell of a story. "Tim? I'm coming down! You hang on down there!" Raylan's voice pulls him back into the present. The crushing weight on his chest makes it so he can't respond. He's barely able to pull in a breath, but that's more important than shouting something sarcastic at Raylan. He swallows thickly. His mouth tastes like coal, not blood, so maybe he's not bleeding internally. That has to be something positive, right? He chooses to believe it's a positive because the alternative isn't great. He hears a soft 'oof'and he blinks his eyes open. When did he close them? "Tim? Shit. Okay." Raylan sounds concerned, but a lot closer than he had a few minutes ago. Tim hears footsteps against the rocky ground and he wants to turn his head, but that doesn't seem to be possible as the beam on his chest is illuminated with another light to his right. There's shuffling and then Raylan's kneeling beside him with wide eyes. "Hey," he greets as he examines the way the beam is angled across Tim's chest, "you don't do anything half assed, do you?"
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What's the trick to something like that? Keeping your focus? Mm-hmm. Well, they told us to come up with stories about ourselves and the target.
You have a gift for writing and I’m in love w ur Tim gutterson and it made me also fall in love w Alex <3
awwww thank you!! I love them both so much
chapter 18: and somehow, through it all, i stand
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His phone buzzes in his pocket and he sets the water bottle down to fish it out of the running shorts he's wearing. He supposes he should start calling them lounging shorts. The text is from Raylan indicating he's landed and Tim types back a thumbs up emoji before he tosses the phone down on the counter and looks down at Frodo. "Well, bud, what are we gonna do, hm?" The small creature looks up at him before he nuzzles Tim's right ankle. He needs to do something because sleeping doesn't appear to be in the cards right now. "Yeah," he breathes, "I don't know, either."
I never really create an outline for my writing, but I'm thinking this'll end up in the 20-22 chapters range, give or take. I have a plan for how I'm ending it, I just need to figure out the path to get there...but that's the fun part!
