Day Two: Gagged

Characters: Gordon & Scott

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Concussion, building collapse


The hand over his face should have told him to stop, but he couldn't. There was an inbuild defence mechanism that caused him to babble when there was trouble. It had been an issue almost all his life – WASP being the exception. Gordon really didn't know why he did it.

The hand tightened and Gordon fell back on an old favourite. He licked the hand and was satisfied by the shudder he could feel. The hand didn't move though, and that told him exactly who was gagging him.

Scott. The only brother who was disciplined enough not to react to such an immature act. Of course, Gordon had completely forgotten that they all wore gloves and probably wouldn't have reacted the same way as if they had bare hands. It was probably the concussion.

Oh. He had concussion. He opened his mouth to ask Scotty about it.

The hand, if anything, tightened further and Gordon was eating neoprene. It did not taste good. There was an underlying taste he didn't recognise. Curiosity got the better of him and he licked the glove again, while the Virgil in the back of his head was going 'eww'.

Dust. Brick dust, to be precise. Bit of concrete there too. Hmm…collapsed building? Probably, it was a major hazard of their chosen careers. But none of that explained why Scott was currently keeping a hand over his mouth.

Had he missed something?

Two things occurred to him simultaneously. Firstly, maybe he should open his eyes so that he could see what the issue was. Yeah, that would be a good idea. The second one was if he was injured and Scott was above him, how badly hurt was he?

As Gordon tried to sort through the information – damn, concussions suck for working things out – he became aware that Scott was indeed lying on top of him, that Scott's breathing was harsh and raspy in his ear. It sounded pained.

Opening his eyes produced one big brother, head resting on Gordon's shoulder and hand still on Gordon's mouth and the very small gap that they were laying in. Or rather, the very small gap that their heads were in. Gordon was pretty sure that Scott's body apart from his shoulders, arm and head was holding up the brickwork.

'Smthm!' Yeah, he couldn't really talk with Scott's hand so tightly clamped onto his mouth. A hissed 'Shhh!' was his only reply, and Gordon frowned. Why did he need to be quiet? What else was going on?

So he shut up and he listened.

There were footsteps. Even, pacing footsteps. Gordon managed to turn his head slightly, and he noticed a chink of light at the base of wherever they were hiding. They were hiding.

They were hiding. In a collapsed building of some sort. He had a concussion. Scott had a building on him, which meant he did too. He watched the shadow block the light and then disappear.

'Ere, 'ave you found them yet?' A voice that caused a shudder down both his and his brother's spine. He went to speak to Scott again, only for the pressure to increase slightly. Gordon's eyes narrowed. Scott was sweating and he didn't look good. Gordon made a point of not thinking about how he felt.

Although, at this point, he was really glad that Scott was gagging him. The pain that he was definitely not feeling or thinking about was becoming unbearable. Lord knew what Scott was enduring.

They were trapped under rubble.

And they were hiding.