Jason Blaire (takeschances) wrote in superbabies, @ 2013-01-19 17:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack murdock, jason blaire |
Who: Jack Murdock and Jason Blaire
When: during the battle
What: Jason goes down and gets rescued by Jack.
Had Jason had any capacity for humor at a time like this, he would have found it amusingly ironic that his parents had gone home the day before--after making sure their son was actually alright. It would have been great to have the veterans there with them, even if Jason would have worried about his mother, but there was nothing that could be done for that now. He had devoted his attention to preparations. Jason was usually the first one to start screwing around and, instead, he had dressed properly and was double-checking the weapons he had on hand. Mostly throwing-projectiles while the extending quarterstaff was attached at his hip to keep his hands free. Jason had gone to the battlefield without fear. Sure, he was cocky even on his worst days, but this was different. Jason was focused. Jack and he were a team and they worked well together. All the training and the Running they had been doing had gotten them used to how the other moved and maybe even allowed for that moment of guessing what the other would do just before they did it. They were flawless-- --up until Jason wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid a plasma blast to the chest. He had turned only enough to avoid a serious injury but it put him off balance and he crashed to the ground. The companion of the fucker who’d managed to actually hit Jason had followed up quickly while the first moved after Jack. The teen was on his feet and moving within moments but still wasn’t fast enough. Whatever powers the FoH member had been handed, speed seemed to be the flavor and Jason’s breath left him as a vicious punch to the gut doubled him over. There were two of them, apparently, because there was suddenly a white-hot pain from his shoulder as something heavy connected. Jason went down with a broken clavicle, the pain debilitating for those first few precious seconds where he tried to remember how to breathe. They weren’t done. A kick to his side broke at least one rib without much effort. Hollow bones really, really sucked at times like these. But when the foot came at him again, Jason drove a knife through the man’s leg. It bought him only seconds as the uninjured thug stared at his companion in surprise. Jason’s focus was gone. All that existed was the searing pain in his shoulder and side and it was taking all of his control to not just scream from the agony. The thing about Jack Murdock was, he was easy to overlook. He moved quickly, silently, following Jason like a shadow and countering his moves like he was able to predict them. Battle brought an incredible sense of focus for Jack. It should have been the opposite: it was loud, it was painful, it was everything that should have sent Jack into a panic attack, but his father had taught him how to meditate in times of chaos, and Pella had been training him well. The moment Jason went down, their rhythm came to a screeching halt. Everything seemed to spiral out of control. For a few tense seconds it seemed like Jack had disappeared and Jason was left on his own---- ---until Jack reappeared, tearing the knife out of the man's leg. The moment he had it free, he threw it and it lodged in the other man's chest. Jack snapped his elbow back, breaking the first man's nose in a spray of blood. A quick swipe of his foot at the man's ankles and he had him knocked off his feet. Jack didn't waste time to see if either of them was going to get up and attack again. He skidded forward, ducking down to Jason and lightly touching his chest for injuries. "This is going to hurt," he warned, before hauling Jason up over his shoulder like a doll and racing for the trees. Even in excruciating pain, Jason could still appreciate the way Jack moved. What had started out as simple, silly fun when they'd first gone out to take on the world had turned into a scary sort of partnership. Even Longshot had been impressed when Jason had managed to include the other teen in the way the father-son duo preferred to play Tag. But it wasn't just that--it was the way Jack could fight. Fast. Efficient. "No, w--" Jason managed to gasp before crying out in pain as Jack pulled him up and put Jason over his shoulder. FUCK. Jason was praying that he would pass out from the pain by the time Jack stopped moving long enough for Jason to draw in a strangled breath. His hands were clutching at anything he could get purchase on, instinctively trying to remain conscious even though he didn't want to be. "F... uck!" Helpful, Jason. Really. Jack moved silently and quickly, jumping over fallen bodies and dodging attacks while he kept Jason over his shoulder. He circled around the back of the building and went in through the back door. He only stopped to rest once they were in an elevator waiting to go down to the sub-basement. Breathing hard, he squeezed the back of Jason’s thigh to reassure him. Holding him like a sack of potatoes was probably the worst way to hold him with his injuries, but there was no better way to do it while racing the way he had been. “You’re okay.” "Not okay," Jason argued. Breathing was hard and the blood was rushing to his head. But he wasn't fighting it, knew that Jack was helping. Hell, even the way the elevator jostled them caused another cry of pain to be ripped from Jason's mouth. "Fuck just put me down and leave me," he gasped when they started moving again. He felt dizzy from it all. They couldn't safely knock him out with medication anyway. It was either a telepathic knock-out, he fainted himself, or Todd healed him. Broken bones were a bitch and Jason had just found a new least-favorite break. That wasn't even counting the rib that he swore was about to puncture his lung. Jack shifted. Now that he wasn’t running, he moved Jason so he was carrying Jason in his arms. “Leave you. Leave you. This is the middle of the floor,” he said, making a face. “I’ll put you down on a bed. Stop whining.” Jason couldn't even find it in him to protest about the way he was being carried. All he could do was try and find a comfortable angle to try and keep his body from causing him to just scream in pain. Who the Hell would have thought such a little bone would cause such pain? "I am not whining," Jason muttered, breathing more shallowly than he would have liked. So he shut up and just let his head rest against the other teen while he focused on breathing. "Thanks," he mumbled finally. Jason's eyes were shut tight, as though it helped push through the pain. He should have been watching Jack's back. Or something productive. Jack was at least graceful enough that the current method of transportation was not jarring him too much. That was a Godsend. "Are we... there yet?" he said, making a poor attempt at humor. “Shhh.” Jack was gentle with him, and something shifted in the air, in the energy of the hallway. Things seemed warmer, calmer, and softer, like Jason’s pain didn’t matter so much and everything could be smoothed over. It wasn’t a mental suggestion, but more like a physical one: Jack’s calm energy touching Jason’s and soothing it. Jason groaned quietly, sounding almost content for a moment as he nuzzled against Jack's shoulder. "Today sucked," he mumbled. "You were awesome. I got broken." He sounded a little out of it, clearly the effects of his adrenaline wearing off. Jason was so rarely still that it was hard to really see what he was like when he was on the downward swing. Jason was usually either on or off--with off being asleep. “Your bones are fragile,” Jack said gently. “You’ll be okay. Okay? You’re okay.” He carried Jason into the medical wing and almost immediately, that calm feeling started to fade. Jack wasn’t in battle anymore, he was bringing Jason to a safe place, but it didn’t feel safe for Jack. His heart was racing, his breaths shallow, and the smell of it all made him sick. His hands started twisting against Jason’s body and he fidgeted, tipping his head like he wanted to bang it into something. “Hello?! Can someone----can someone please----” "Jack--Jack!" Jason said and winced as the pain was creeping back in. "Put me down. It's okay. I can walk," he said. Jason wouldn't be able to walk for long but he could make it to wherever he was pointed. But Jack was slipping and Jason didn't want to be at his mercy at that moment nor be Jack's responsibility and source of stress. Jack hesitated, but then he slowly lowered Jason to his feet. He ducked his head like he’d bury his face against Jason’s shoulder, but he just narrowly avoided making contact. He hated this place. More than that he hated shutting down. After how good he’d been, how focused he’d been----he stomped his foot on the ground and let out an angry, frustrated sound. He didn’t mean to sound furious when he shouted: “Someone please!” “Hey,” Jason said and managed to muster up one of his signature grins--even though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I can walk in there. No big. I’ll get patched up. You go see who else needs help, okay? If you bring me in there I’ll never live down the damsel in distress thing,” he said, flippant and almost sounding normal. Fake it until you make it. Jason was just being very, very careful to not move his injured side. “You saved my life, you know,” he added, suddenly serious. “Thank you.” Jack folded his arms tight across his chest to keep his hands from flapping. He lifted his eyes and, for once, met Jason’s gaze. He was struggling to keep control, but his ankle was twisting and toes digging into the floor. The medical environment was really bothering him, but he was able to take Jason’s words to heart. Words were suddenly hard, but he managed two: “Be safe.” Jason’s mouth twitched into a ghost of a smirk. “I will. Go,” he said and turned, grateful that he could let the mask slip and the pain on his face show again as he headed, very carefully, into the infirmary. Jason wouldn’t remember much of that particular walk, later, nor remember just how long he’d been on a bed for after he’d been settled. It wasn’t a peaceful experience and it wasn’t until Todd had finally come onto the scene that anything even made any sense. With the absence of the pain, the adrenaline wore off and Jason slid into blissful sleep. |