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THE SUDDENLY ASLEEP MEME

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1. Exhaustion - Maybe you haven't been sleeping well lately, maybe you've had a stressful day at work. Either way, you just can't keep your eyes open, and any surface/person/animal looks comfortable

2. Magic - Maybe you shouldn't have annoyed that wizard! Be it in the middle of a fight, or a time-delay to sometime more inconvenient, you just fall asleep where you stand.

3. Illness - You're sick, and the sickness is draining all your energy. Are you drifting off in bed, or doing something you shouldn't be when under the weather. Maybe you're actually narcoleptic.

4. Drugged - Oh no! I never should have drank those chemicals. Or, perhaps, you've got an enemy with access to weird and exotic poisons, or a vindictive roommate. Maybe you shouldn't have drank the last soda.

5. Boredom - Wow, this mission briefing is really boring, or maybe you can't bear to listen to your friend recounting the one-night fling he had with a botanist in Switzerland. Either way, you're sat there and dozing off in your chair.

6. Drunk - Had one too many? Not enough?

7. Anything else? The more awkward or annoying the better!

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"You and the shower door?" Because don't think for a second that Jim won't make good on his implicit threat and slap the other end of those cuffs around the metal bar on one of the sliding glass doors. "And I have better things to do than babysit you in the shower." Like double-checking to make sure that all of his firearms are out of sight and locked away.

"Don't even think about kicking me again, either," Street warns, reaching down to hoist Brian to his feet. "Now can you walk, or do I need to carry you?"

Gamble tries to shove Jim off him, but ends up wincing at his broken arm. The limb was in an improvised sling made from the remains of his tac-vest, but he's on his feet. "Next time you kidnap someone, make sure you take the steel-lined boots off."

He pulls back from Street, shooting him a glare. "I can walk. Not a baby."

"God, you're bossy. No wonder you never could get a second date."

When Brian twitches and tries to shrug him off, Jim's grip only tightens around Gamble's good arm, the response purely reflexive from years of having to manhandle unwilling, struggling suspects.

Fine, though. If Brian wants to do this on his own, then Jim will let him, within reason. He resists the urge to shove Gamble forward as he lets him go, opting to nod down the hallway instead. "Go ahead then. You know where the shower is."

Gamble shoots a glare back at Jim, but starts walking, mostly in a straight line, despite the dizzyness and pain. It's like being drunk, but without the plus side of getting laid.

He walks to the bathroom, turning around and effectively blocking Jim's entrance. "I can shower myself."

Honestly, Jim's been bordering on the edge of exhaustion for more hours than he cares to count. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, it's like running on fumes just to move. That might also explain why Street is rising to the bait more often than he should.

"Good for you," he replies dryly to Gamble's statement. "Do you want a medal for that?"

Reaching into the linen closet, he pulls out a clean towel and holds it out to Brian. "Are you going to be a dick about things, or can I leave you uncuffed in the shower?"

Maybe he's going to be a dick about it, because the second that Jim's hands are busy, he's going to grab for his neck.

Shit. Jim twists as soon as he sees Brian shift on his feet, but the hallway is just narrow enough that he can't completely evade the hands reaching for his throat. He can, however, pivot the handful of necessary degrees in order to launch his elbow backwards and hopefully land a hit on Gamble.

Brian's slow. Too slow. The blood-loss has made his movements sluggish as all hell. The elbow catches him in the chest and he's knocked back into the wall.

He slides down to the floor again, panting. "Damn it..."

Gingerly, Jim uncurls his fingers from the fist he had unconsciously made when he threw his elbow back. There's a brighter spot of blood on the once-white bandage wrapped around the palm of his right hand, but Street ignores it in lieu of roughly hauling Brian to his feet again and slamming him back against the nearest wall.

"What the fuck was that all about?"

[[ooc: It's almost 1:30 over here in California, and I really should be getting in bed. I'm having an absolute blast, though, and I'll definitely be back tomorrow! :)]]

Edited 2013-05-25 08:25 (UTC)

Gamble grunts as he's shoved against a wall, wincing. Damn it...

"You think we can just go back to how it was? You think this was just another rough night in the bars?" He laughs, weakly. "Give it up. Either kill me, or turn me in. Don't keep up the buddy cop act, Jimbo."

There's a sort of desperation in his voice. Almost as if he wants to be turned in, to be put out of his misery.

((OOC: And it's 09:30 here in sunny England. I should fix food. I'll be here. Loving this so far!))

In the five years that they were partners together, Street has heard that desperate note in Gamble's voice only two other times, and in both cases, any semblance of sobriety had been conveniently excluded. Even now, Jim's not sure if this is really Brian talking, or if his injuries and fatigue are simply getting the best of him and his mouth.

"Kill you or turn you in, huh?" Jim huffs out something that might have been a laugh if it weren't so bitter. "So either your blood's on my hands, or I sell you out for real this time. Is that really what you want, Brian?"

There's a frustrated growl from the other man as he struggles against Jim's grip. Brian doesn't meet his eyes this time...

"Those are the only two options."

It takes a lot to take control of Gamble's mouth from his brain, and the injuries, the pain, the disappointment he feel from Jim... Then there's the anger, the seething,, bubbling anger, before another wave of pain cools it.

He doesn't know what to do, or who to help him.

Edited 2013-05-26 00:58 (UTC)

"Bullshit." He's damning himself as he says it, but there is a third option. There always has been a third option.

And Jim's serious. If Gamble will just look him in the eye again, he'll see what Street means. The keys to the cuffs are already there in Jim's hand; all Brian has to do is reach out and take them.

Brian's eyes fix on the handcuff keys first, the first thought going through his mind is how easy it would be to take, to incapacitate Jim, and be on his way out of here...

He looks up, meeting his former partner's eyes, finally, seeing the sincerety there. He looks away again. "Damn it, Street." He mutters. "I just tried to kill you, and you're letting me go? I tried to kill all of you."

"I wasn't exactly love-tapping you, either, back at the train yard," Jim points out, carefully leaning back just enough to let Gamble have a fractional amount of personal space again.

There is a glaring flaw in Street's rationale, however: that one remaining bullet. If Jim had truly wanted to off Gamble -- or hell, at least incapacitate him -- he could have done so right then and there. But he hadn't...

Edited 2013-05-26 06:48 (UTC)

The second that Jim backs off, Brian slides down to the floor at his feet. "You know what I mean. Stop playing the dumb shit."

That thought has occured to Gamble, and he looks up at Jim. "Why didn't you shoot me? Why are you doing this? What's in this for you?"

Now it's Jim's turn to break eye contact, and his jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth, unwilling to answer. A few heartbeats later, though, he inhales a long breath and focuses on Brian again.

"You could have shot first. You guys took out Boxer. Why not me? Yeah, I know, you wanted someone to play messenger boy, tell Fuller it was all you. But you could have done that yourself."

Defensiveness rather than belligerence has Street folding his arms across his chest before he can think to stop himself, but perhaps Gamble won't recognize the uncomfortable body language for what it is.

"I didn't shoot you ... because I didn't want it to end that way. When it came right down to it, I choked. I couldn't put a bullet in the guy I trusted to watch my back for five years."

There's a moment as Gamble stares at Jim's feet, before looking up. "I would have killed you."

It's as simple as that. And he doesn't sound braggy, or pleased...

"I'm fucked up, man." And he looks down again.

Jim shifts ever so slightly, and maybe, just maybe, his lips tighten a little more.

"I thought I had." Killed Gamble, that is. Because, really, what is he supposed to say to that, the admission that Brian would have put him down?

Of course, there's no way that the sound Street had made earlier could have been mistaken for a sob of physical pain rather than raw grief. So Jim has softer emotions in there somewhere. If Gamble feels the need to call him out on it ... well, Jim can downplay it, but he can't take it back.

He heard it. Over the sound of a rumbling train, he heard it.

Gamble looks back up at Jim. "You really didn't want to kill me." He comments. "Maybe you're as fucked up as I am."

"We're all fucked up," Jim mutters. "Nothing new there."

"I'll end up trying to kill you again."

It's that one phrase. The one thing that Brian's now scared of, now that he hasn't got the energy for anger, the pain stripping all the rage from him.

He might not mean to do it next time, but he's reckless. He knows he is. He's a reckless, hot-headed bastard.

Jim doesn't stare too long into Brian's eyes at this; he doesn't want to know just how serious Gamble really is.

"You have a hell of a way of making a guy feel special." Even to his own ears, his attempt at dark humor falls pathetically flat.

There's no response to that, because Gamble is actually starting to pass out again. Considering that there's now blood on the floor from somewhere on Brian.

When Gamble doesn't reply back with some sort of snarky comment after another moment or two, Jim glances back down at him and--

"Shit." Automatically, Jim is on his knees next to Brian, grimly feeling him over to figure out where the blood is coming from. "Dammit, Brian."

So I see. XD

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Yeah, um, ignore the icon fail there, please. *snickers*

I didn't notice!

That's good, considering that I accidentally gave you Jim's kissy face icon. *laughs*

Well, he wuvs Brian.

Yes. Yes, he does.

Yeah, um, ignore the icon fail there, please. snickers

That's good, considering that I accidentally gave you Jim's kissy face icon. laughs