We Never Get A Break

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Title: We Never Get A Break
Author: yanzadracan
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairing: Christian/Steve
Rating: PG
Word Count: 766
Summary: Comment_fic prompt: h/c accidents on sets
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. This is a figment of my imagination and a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. Any goofs are mine.

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Christian was so happy he practically danced through the Leverage sets. Humming under his breath, he turned to glare at his snickering cast mates as he watched the clock between takes.

He and Steve had sat down the last time they were together and moved, wrangled and threatened until they had cleared the same week on their calendars, and now a studio car would soon pull up to the door and his favorite blond would step out.

They needed this time. As soon as he finished his last day of filming, he and Steve would be leaving for a tour of radio and TV stations that allowed barely enough time to get from city to city let alone enjoy that it was just the two of them.

The scene set, everyone on their marks, Marc yelled action, and the gun battle began. Christian ejected the clips, dropped the guns, walked away, and the director yelled 'CUT'. Pausing to shake off Eliot, Christian let his eyes roam around the set while the technicians scampered to put out the fires.

Blue/grey eyes lit up when they spotted Steve with Tim, John and Dean. When Steve noticed Christian, he excused himself and started toward him. Christian had pulled Steve into his arms when shouts came from the direction of the set. He lifted his head from where he'd buried his nose in Steve's neck when he felt his partner stiffen in his arms just before Christian felt burning pain in his side.

Christian fought to keep his feet and support Steve's dead weight, but could feel his own body betraying his efforts to keep them upright. People were running and shouting as he lowered them to the floor gently.

Next thing he knew Steve was being pulled from his arms. He swore as he fought the hands holding him…taking Steve. Once again his body betrayed him until he heard Tim's voice talking calmly, explaining that they took Steve from him to help him, and that Christian needed to let the medics help him, too. Tim placed Steve's hand into Christian's while they worked on stabilizing the two men.

Feeling the familiar calluses against his skin, Christian settled, biting the inside of his cheek as the medic pressed on his side to staunch the bleeding. He watched Steve lifted onto a gurney and loaded into the ambulance. Lying quietly he was able to keep the pain at bay until they rolled him to slide the backboard in place.

Pain that felt like they were slicing him open forced him to cry out. The EMT's stop as they realized the piece of metal that had been propelled across the stage from an unexpected explosion was still embedded in Christian's side. As gentle as the paramedics tried to be the pain drove Christian into the dark.

Harsh words attempting to be spoken in a whisper pulled Christian out of the dark. The last thing he remembered was Steve being hurt and if there was anger he needed to be awake to protect Steve. He blinked trying to clear the fog from his mind. He saw the bodies standing over the bed where he heard Steve's voice. He tried to sit up, but the pain that shot through his back had him lying back down with a moan.

His vision finally cleared enough to see it was a man and woman standing over Steve. They looked vaguely familiar, but to his drug fogged brain the only thing that registered was the angry voices.

Christian finally levered himself upright and swung his legs over the bed. He heard a curse behind him as he slid off the bed to his feet, and started to pitch forward only to have his downward progress stopped by strong arms. Christian looked up into the green/gold eyes of his and Steve's best friend.

Bleary eyes begged Jensen to get him to Steve. With a resigned sigh Jensen got Christian back into bed. Christian finally recognized Steve's father, Chris when he came over to help Jensen move the beds together. Lowering the rails so the two men could reach one another, Sandy reached down and gave Christian a gentle hug.

Then it was a flurry of doctors as stitches were checked, dressings changed, and nurses argued with the men until they threw up their hands in exasperation.

Snug against an uninjured side, Christian rested his head on Steve's shoulder as they drifted in a cloud of drugs and fatigue.

"When I said I wanted to spend three days in bed…this was not what I had in mind." Steve grumbled.

Comments

[elebridith]

Oh boys! *wraps them up in blankets* Love how Chris puts his own pain aside to protect Steve. And arguing with nurses - bwahahaha! Good luck with that, nurse. *g*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

We always have Christian getting hurt...thought I'd turn the tables a little...LOL

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Awwww! Oh boys... Not enough bubble wrap in the world for those two!
♥

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

I know. Though Christian seems to get sick & hurt more of the two. Thanks for reading. *hugs*

[jesco0307.livejournal.com]

Awww, this was wonderful. So sweet that they were both hurt - and Christian struggling against his own pain to be with Steve. Poor boys.

Loved the last line!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I wanted something other than just Christian getting hurt & they needed a vacation. ;-)