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All the King's Horses and All the King's Men by Alyse (R)
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Alec/Logan
Length: 17,600
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alyse
Author Website: Unconscious Mind
Why this must be read: A nice deliciously long hurt/comfort piece. Logan finds and rescues Alec when he’s down suffering from seizures. It’s Logan taking care of Alec, nursing him back to health. A slow, detailed, intimate build of trust and something that becomes more than friendship. It’s long, well written, spot on dialogue and stays true to the characters.
If Alec was here, where the hell was Max?
Alec was still non-responsive, although he was breathing steadily, his chest rising and falling. It might have been Logan's imagination, but the rhythm seemed a little fast, even for a transgenic. He risked edging closer, one hand reaching out and hovering over Alec's form, fingers curling into his palm when he forced himself to stop, go no further just in case.
Alec finally stirred, pulling his legs up further towards his chest. He was shivering now, Logan noticed, and small droplets of sweat had formed on his upper lip as though he was in the grip of a fever, although that couldn't be right. Transgenics didn't get sick, not that Logan knew. Alec's breathing caught, and Logan leant closer still, a small spike of concern going through him.
"Alec?"
Alec's eyes opened fractionally, thin slivers of green showing beneath lids that were worryingly translucent. His head turned slightly, as he met Logan's gaze.
"Hey. You okay? Alec?"
The sudden jerking of Alec's body took him by surprise, and he reared back automatically, toppling and falling onto the palms of his splayed hands. Alec's body had gone rigid, neck arched and corded as his heels drummed against the concrete floor.
"Shit!"
He scrabbled forward, too late to stop Alec's head impacting with the concrete the first time but managed to get one hand underneath before it could hit the floor again. Alec's head jerked back a third time, breath now whistling painfully between his teeth, and Logan hissed as the move scraped his knuckles against the concrete, the pain sharp and stinging.
"Alec. Hey."
He was lost, had no idea what the hell to do with someone in the midst of a seizure - he'd never seen Max like this.
All the King's Horses and All the King's Men
Pairing: Alec/Logan
Length: 17,600
Author on LJ:
alyseAuthor Website: Unconscious Mind
Why this must be read: A nice deliciously long hurt/comfort piece. Logan finds and rescues Alec when he’s down suffering from seizures. It’s Logan taking care of Alec, nursing him back to health. A slow, detailed, intimate build of trust and something that becomes more than friendship. It’s long, well written, spot on dialogue and stays true to the characters.
If Alec was here, where the hell was Max?
Alec was still non-responsive, although he was breathing steadily, his chest rising and falling. It might have been Logan's imagination, but the rhythm seemed a little fast, even for a transgenic. He risked edging closer, one hand reaching out and hovering over Alec's form, fingers curling into his palm when he forced himself to stop, go no further just in case.
Alec finally stirred, pulling his legs up further towards his chest. He was shivering now, Logan noticed, and small droplets of sweat had formed on his upper lip as though he was in the grip of a fever, although that couldn't be right. Transgenics didn't get sick, not that Logan knew. Alec's breathing caught, and Logan leant closer still, a small spike of concern going through him.
"Alec?"
Alec's eyes opened fractionally, thin slivers of green showing beneath lids that were worryingly translucent. His head turned slightly, as he met Logan's gaze.
"Hey. You okay? Alec?"
The sudden jerking of Alec's body took him by surprise, and he reared back automatically, toppling and falling onto the palms of his splayed hands. Alec's body had gone rigid, neck arched and corded as his heels drummed against the concrete floor.
"Shit!"
He scrabbled forward, too late to stop Alec's head impacting with the concrete the first time but managed to get one hand underneath before it could hit the floor again. Alec's head jerked back a third time, breath now whistling painfully between his teeth, and Logan hissed as the move scraped his knuckles against the concrete, the pain sharp and stinging.
"Alec. Hey."
He was lost, had no idea what the hell to do with someone in the midst of a seizure - he'd never seen Max like this.
All the King's Horses and All the King's Men
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