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Summary: He was flying.

Rated: PG-13

Categories: Crossovers Pairing: Alec Trevelyan/Nikolai Luzhin

Warnings: None

Challenges:

Series: None

Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes

Word count: 422 Read: 741

Published: 02 Apr 2010 Updated: 02 Apr 2010

He was flying.

There would be pain eventually - he was sure of it. He’d felt it for a minute, perhaps more: blinding, white-hot agony clawing into every fiber of his body, agony so intense he couldn’t even scream. The sky had been so blue and calm. He’d heard a deep groaning

(himself? or the burning array?)

and there had been a rush of fire, another flare of anguish, and then he’d heard an oddly familiar voice

Alec... Alec....

and felt the touch of fingertips on his cheek.

He’d frowned (where had he heard that voice before?)


and then


drifted


and remembered nothing else until just a few moments ago. Warmth and benevolence flooded his body. The pain would return, but for now, nothing. Sweet oblivion.

Feels marvelous

Sunshine from the window made a patch of brightness on the white blankets on his bed, the blankets he could see only by moving his eyes. His vision was a blur. He couldn’t move his head, nor his limbs. He was locked into some sort of metal frame

Didn’t know you were such a kinky bastard, James

but he felt no pain whatsoever. He closed his eyes.

Really marvelous.

“.....” How are you feeling?

“...........” Fine, thanks. He froze. “Who’s that?” he whispered. In English, to clarify things. Russian was for...thinking.

“Your back is broken.” The voice was Russian, faintly graveled, tinged with rueful good humor. “Also both legs, your right shoulder, both hands, your left heel is shattered...need I go on?”

“If you like.” He squinted, trying to give form to the dark blur blotting out the sunshine.

“Never mind. Too much to enumerate. The good news is that there is no permanent spinal damage. A miracle. Perhaps you have been touched by God, my friend.” Something was put between his lips. A drinking straw. “Drink,” the voice commanded. “Slowly.”

Gratefully, he sipped. Cool water trickled down his parched throat. “Do I know you? Your voice....”

There was a soft laugh. “How swiftly you’ve forgotten me.” The blur moved.

Alec blinked through his morphine haze. The face before him swam from obfuscation to clarity. He saw grey-blue eyes, a lean, watchful face. “Kolyushenka.”

“So you haven’t forgotten.”

“How...did you find me?”

“Long story.”

Alec tried to smile. Never a word wasted. “Came back for me?”

Nikolai brushed Alec’s cheek. “I owe you a favor.”

“I’m going to...kill him, Kolyushenka.”

“Not today, my friend. Sleep now.”

Wearily, obediently, Alec closed his eyes.