1 . Name: 0ArmoredSoul0 @ 2011-09-17 13:09

A collaboration between 0ArmoredSoul0 and lmshade

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS EXPLICIT NON-CON AND IMPLIED PEDOPHILIA. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Erotophobia - The abnormal and irrational fear of physical love.

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His head hurt. That was the first thing that popped into his mind, that his skull was squeezing in on the squishy gray insides, throbbing in his ears like a second heartbeat. Shit, did he get sniped again? Damn stupid helmet-! He scowled, teeth grit in a snarl as he shifted to sit up, maybe even toss that useless piece of battered steel into a wall or something... Wait. "What the hell...?"

A faint groan sounded from across the room, one deeper and sounding in as much pain as a larger man's head slowly tilted up. His eyes seemed bleary as he blinked multiple times before squeezing shut for a moment then opening again. Casting his gaze up it seemed to fall on the other and just stare in blank confusion, head pounding and mind a blur.

Oblivious to the fact that he wasn't the only one in the room, the Soldier twisted his wrists, grumbling crossly under his breath as he tried to wriggle his arms free of the rope binding them together, only to curse when he came to realize that the rope was also wrapped around his legs. "What kind of faggotry is this?!"

Still in a droopy daze, the Heavy's lazy eyes began to wander the room and its contents to try and assess the situation before falling back to his bound comrade. He raised a hand to his pounding head and was surprised to see his limbs completely free and unfettered, unlike the other. Staring at his hand dumbly for a moment, he moved his vision to Soldier once more. "Vat does vood having to do vit dis?"

The moment he heard that accented voice, the infantryman froze, hands clenching reflexively into fists. He broke into a snarl, lips curling back from his teeth. "What in God's name are /you/ doing here, you Commie bastard?!"

He still had a rather dumb and dazed look on his face as he rubbed his head. "Tinking same reason as comrade..." He mumbled, shaking his bald head to get it to clear up.

"And what reason is /that/, Sputnik?" Unable to pull his limbs free, the Soldier huffed and growled as he struggled to get himself rolled over, wanting to keep an eye on the big Russian. They may have been on the same team, but a Commie was a Commie. Just like a Nazi was a Nazi, and a Frenchman was a cowardly ball of slime.

Heavy frowned at the name calling but disregarded it due to his pounding headache, strangely feeling a familiarity of the situation but something was missing... And looking at Soldier all tied up had the familiarity right at the tip of his tongue. "Am not knowing, but am in same room as teammate and sadly regretting captor has not gagged."

Growling like some kind of rabid dog, the infantryman managed to get himself flopped over on his back, and proceeded to glare death out from under the brim of his helmet, mouth twisted in a furious baring of teeth. "If my hands were free, I'd sock you for that, maggot!" As if spurned on by his own words, the Soldier bucked and twisted, straining against the ropes holding him captive. The moment he got out of this blasted twine he was going to beat that fat Russian coward senseless and then go murder whoever had tied him up in- In the Interrogation Room? He finally noticed the bright florescent lighting that was making his headache worse as it shone dully off the concrete walls and floor, and swore. "What in the name of Uncle Sam's boots are we doing in the Goddamn Interrogation Room?!"

"Huh... Thought tiny room looked familiar." The Russian rasped out thickly, letting up on his head to slowly stand up. It was amusing to see the infantryman on his back and hog tied but he honestly didn't want to be in the same room as him. But in trying the handle of the room, he roared out in pain and tugged his hand away, looking at the handle angrily as he shook his shocked hand. They weren't getting out of their any time soon...

Hearing the pained cry, the Soldier swore under his breath. Shit, whoever had locked them in had turned on the security system, so it had to have been one of their teammates that put him into this decidedly un-manly predicament. But who...? Wait, what had he been doing before waking up here? Who had he been around? He struggled to recall, licking his lips as he glowered at the ceiling.

Growling unhappily like a caged animal, the Heavy began to pace the room and grumble in his home tongue, glaring at the obvious one way mirror to figure out who had done this to them. To him, of all people. Who ever it was was certainly going to be in for a- His thoughts were interrupted by the such crackle of an intercom. "Ah, you ahr both avake. Sehr gut." Doctor?

Having decided it best to ignore the pacing giant until he could loosen his bonds, the Soldier stilled upon hearing that distinctive crackle, then stiffened upon hearing that familiar coarse accent. His jaw worked stiffly for a moment, teeth squeaking from how tightly he was gritting them before he could no longer contain his fury, howling incoherently as he kicked and thrashed. "TRAITOR! BACKSTABBER! YOU LOATHSOME DIRTY SNAKE! I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU WITH YOUR OWN GODDAMN TIE WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Nice to see zhat you can still put up a fight even vhen bound, Herr Soldat." The German accent droned out boredly. "Now zhen, I am most certain zhat you ahr both vondering vhy you've been knocked unconscious and left in zhe Interrogation Room vizh zhe security on, ja?" Heavy could only stand with shoulders slumped and a look of hurt betrayal at being abandoned in a room with his least favorite person. "Now now, mein Schatz. Zhis is foh dein own gute, but mostly foh Soldat's."

"Own good? Own GOOD?! I AM TIED UP ON THE FLOOR IN A ROOM WITH A STINKING COMMUNIST! THERE IS NOTHING GOOD ABOUT THIS!" It didn't take too long before the infantryman was back to roaring like a wild animal, bucking and flailing with all the strength in his stocky frame, helmet thonking against the concrete and tilting back just enough to get a good view of the man's furious blue eyes.

One could almost hear the audible sigh coming from behind the large mirror. "And zhat is exactly zhe point! You und Heavy haff been bickering und squabbling like Kinder since you've laid eyes on each ozzer. You, Herr Soldat, instigating most of zhe brawls zhat happen!" Medic growled, "Zhat is vhy I took zhe liberty of tying you up, since I can trust mein Heavy to at least try und vork it out viz vords. Right?" A muted nod was all that came from the downcast Russian.

"You-! YOU-!!" The Soldier couldn't even find a good enough insult, practically apoplectic in his rage. How dare he! How /dare/ he-! "NAZI SON OF A WHORE!"

"Ja, ja. Call me as you vish but by zhe time you und Heavy leave zhis room, you'll be looking at each ozzer differently." There was a short period of silence before the static came up again, "Oh, before I forget, I haff injected you both vhile you vere out. It should get you two on, how you say, friendlier terms? Should only take a few minutes now zhat dein herz are beating normally. Haff fun." And with that there was nothing but silence, apart from the sounds of Soldier growling and struggling on the floor.

Who quite abruptly fell silent and still when the Medic's words sank in. Injected? With what?! He snarled, bucking up from the floor. "I AM NOT YOUR GODDAMN GUINEA PIG, YOU CRAZY KRAUT!" Damn it, the doctor was always experimenting with things and the guy was downright insane with some of the stuff he came up with. Honestly, how he'd even managed to figure out gene grafting with that octopus-!

Quiet through the whole 'chat', Heavy sighed as he took up a chair and sat down on it, listening to the legs groan under his weight before settling. He had a niggling suspicious on what drug had been injected but was not going to be certain until the signs began to appear. "...Maybeing should talk...?"

The Soldier snarled, baring his teeth like a rabid junkyard dog. "I have nothing to say to you, you fat balding bastard, especially not with that damned hack observing from on high in his little box. TOO MUCH OF A WHIMP TO FACE ME MAN TO MAN?!" Snorting gruffly, the infantryman flopped back to rest a moment, glaring dagger at the ceiling as he panted, trying to get his breath back. Hang on, since when had it been so warm...?

"Vhat have I ever done too leetle man? Ve are team, but can not being vit so much angry making." The bigger of the two frowned, leaning his head on one massive hand as he looked down on the other.

Shaking his head, the Soldier shifted his gaze slightly to sneer at the big Russian. "Perhaps not you personally, but your kind have been endangering /my/ country, /my/ home, and I will NOT stand for such actions! By Lady Liberty's tits, I WILL NOT LET YOU RED MUTTS RUIN MY AMERICA!"

Stunned by the other's crazed and over-patriotic yelling, Heavy could only sigh and rub his temples in slight disgust over the loud man's way of thinking. "Not all Russian's are badt. Vould be stereotyping entire Country over vone or two mishappenings." He rumbled before pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck, feeling warm all of a sudden.

"If the traits were not common, they would not have become stereotypes!" Of course, the infantryman didn't think about the media manipulating information. His wonderful America was the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave, there was no need for the people in charge to lie to their countrymen! He opened his mouth to continue his tirade, but instead of words, a befuddled little noise came out instead, and he squirmed in discomfort, brow furrowing as his breathing kicked up a notch. Damn, it was warm in here, practically sweltering in his heavy canvas jacket, and he found himself panting heavily as his body tried to cool down. "The hell...?"

"Vat!? How daring! Everyvone in Mother Russia is different! Same as leetle Scout and leetler Engineer is different from you! Least I am not tinking all Amerikans are crazy like you!" This always happened, one would start something about the other and then one would disagree and soon it would turn into a brawl with Soldier having his rear handed to him. But the rising heat in the room and the state of Soldier being tied down made it an uneven battle not worth fighting, no matter how tempting... Growling unhappily, he moved from his collar to the front of his shirt, flapping it open and closed to get some cool air going but having some difficulty with his vest.

Grumbling crossly, the Soldier scowled, unwilling to admit that the Russian had a good point. Between himself and the two other Americans, there was a wide range of origins and temperaments being displayed. And wasn't Russia larger than the States...? He couldn't quite recall just at the moment, more focused to struggling to free himself of either the ropes or his jacket, whichever he managed to work off first. So hot-! He felt something shift, and all the color abruptly drained from his face as he finally realized what the Medic had done. Oh God...

When Soldier seemed to fall silent, the big bear of a man couldn't help but quirk a brow in the man's direction. "Nothing to be saying?" He taunted. Finally fed up with over heating, he pulled off his bandolier and vest to toss on the metal table in the middle of the room, feeling only slightly better as he turned back to the other curiously. "Soldier?"

The infantryman had gotten himself curled up in the best ball he could manage, still and silent and staring straight up at the ceiling with wide eyes half-hidden under his helmet, his face pale. No no nonono, this was /not/ happening, not even, no way, he was not- He shuddered at the word that crossed his mind to describe the heat bombarding his body, making it react in ways that made him feel sick to his stomach even as he struggled to get it to stop, biting on the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.

No reaction? No yelling? No 'You will address me as sir!'? Perplexing. Curious, the Russian moved from his seat and crouched over the curled up man, tilting his head to the side to try and see his face. Or what he could of it. "Soldier?" He called again, voice only slightly worried.

Feeling the floor tremble from the Heavy's weighty footsteps, the Soldier snapped to attention with a jolt, wide blue eyes jerking over to his teammate before he growled, even though it didn't seem to have the same punch behind it. "GET AWAY FROM ME, Y-YOU RUSKI YOU!" His voice did /not/ crack at the end, no sir, no it did not, nuh-uh. His breath didn't hitch, and his body didn't tremble. He was a MAN, damn it, men did NOT get scared!

Lifting up both hands in surrender, he backed up a few steps before crouching again, eyeing his comrade's strange change in demeanor. He should have been chewing at his bonds to escape by now. Heavy pulled at the front of his shirt again to cool off before slowly pausing, biting his lip as a familiar tingle made its way to his loins. "Oh..." Oh, so that's what his Doctor had injected... Sneaky.

The infantryman didn't pay too much attention to the Russian, unaware of the man's previous experience and not particularly of the mind to care to much as he desperately tried to get himself together, struggling to get his breathing under control as he fought to ignore the way his skin prickled and the swelling heat seemed to find a focus in his lower belly. He squirmed, hissing at the feel of fabric rubbing on sensitive flesh, and he very nearly bit through his bottom lip to keep from crying out. Please, God, no, not this, /anything/ but this-!

The Russian frowned with disappointment as he slowly got this feet, staggering a moment before awkwardly walking up to the mirror and knocking on it. "Is not funny, Doktor! Should not be using such tings like dis..." He panted out, gritting his teeth as he contained his own growing heat. "Doktor?!"

Behind him, the Soldier flinched at the sharp sound of thick knuckles rapping on glass, and he couldn't bite back the soft sound that broke away from him as the motion caused his body to react. It was ridiculously easy for him to flop over onto his side, and he pressed his forehead against the cold concrete, teeth grit and eyes squeezed shut so tight his whole face was pinched up from the effort. Breathe. Stay calm. It'll pass, and everything will be fine, just be patient... He swallowed hard, unaware that he'd started to tremble sporadically.

"Doktor?!" Scowling now, he rapped on the mirror once more and received no response yet again. It took nearly all of his frustrated willpower to not punch the glass, knowing better than that since the mirror was bulletproof. They learned that pretty quick watching the enemy Soldier trying to throw his chair through it to escape. So instead of trying to get through to his Medic, he merely sighed and turned his attention back to his team mate, feeling sorry for his first time under the effects but... "Soldier? Are being alright? Is effecting badly?"

The infantryman snarled in response, though the sound hadn't the intensity or volume that it usually had, and it was quick to fade as another surge of heat rushed across his skin. He shivered at feeling his body react, and was unable to choke back a thin sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper. God, please, anything but this-!

Soldier wasn't looking to good in Heavy's opinion, thinking he might be having a bad reaction to the drugs. Biting his lip he walked, the best he could, and circled around the other, kneeling down and reaching for the ropes. "Is probably not good idea... But comrade is not looking too good." He rumbled, more to himself than Soldier as he felt this his whole occurrence his fault.

Feeling the slight tremors of his teammate's footsteps, the infantryman scrambled to think of something, anything to keep the Russian at bay. He didn't even care any more about the ropes, Heavy needed to stay /away/. "DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU LARD ASSED PIECE OF SHIT! GET THE FUCKING HELL AWAY FROM ME!" No where near his best insults, and his yelling had more than a little hysterical edge to it, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it too much as he kicked and squirmed for all he was worth, the ropes shifting and tightening their grip on his bare wrists.

"Nyet, ams not intimidated by name calling." He deadpanned, thick fingers already on the ropes and trying to get the knot undone. But with all the kicking and moving about he was barely making any progress on the damned thing. "Soldier is not making easy... Sitting still!"

"NO!" He wanted to say more, but he tripped over his own tongue as another wave of sickening heat blindsided him, and he got stuck. "NO NO NONONONONONONONONONO!"

It took a boot to the jaw landing the kneeling Russian on his ass to get him to stop trying to untie the hysteric man's bound hands. He didn't even realize he'd been knocked back until he rubbed his sore jaw and was glaring at Soldier as the man continued yelling even when he wasn't doing anything. "Alright! Calming down, vill not be touching..." He almost didn't get to finish his sentence as another wave of warmth washed over him, forcing him to close his eyes and breath steadily through his nose.

The Soldier wasn't listening, caught in his vocal and mental loop as he continued to thrash and flail, unaware of the moisture that had started collecting the corners of his eyes as his voice cracked. "NONONONONONONONONO!"

This was worse than he thought. Soldier was freaking out, but not in his usual violent way, which made the larger man worry even more. "Soldier, Soldier. Shhh, shh, is okaying, nothing is being wrong. Unless... someting is?" He tried to calm, lowering himself to crawling hesitantly over to the other, "Vat is wronging? Soldier?" He desperately wanted to reach out and try to comfort but the other was certainly not a touchy-feely sort of person, so he kept his hands to himself.

Finally, the infantryman ran out of breath, and he fell still, panting rapidly as he lay flopped over on his side. His struggling had caused the ropes to tear into his skin, the rough bindings stained with crimson that trickled down his thumbs, but he barely registered the pain, feeling the unwanted warmth pool and spread, making his skin tingle and bringing bile crawling up his throat. Swallowing hard, the Soldier squeezed his eyes closed, body trembling as a faint whine slipped away from him. "...nonononononononononono..."

There was no way of getting through to him like this, Soldier was in his own world now and Heavy needed to get those ropes off. Without a word or any warning, he used one hand to hold the other's shoulder while his free hand moved to grabbing at the knot, grimacing at the way the knot seemed to be easier to get undone due being slicked with blood. "Almost... Gotting it!" He cheered in triumph as the rope slipped off as he let go and moved back to let Soldier get his legs, avoiding the other in case he got violent.

Being shoved forcefully to the ground in his more-unhinged-than-usual state seemed to flick some kind of switch for the infantryman, as he completely froze up, stiff and still, his breathing going shallow as his eyes flew wide, showing rings of white around the man's bright blue irises. Stay still, stay quiet, it'll be over quicker that way, don't think, just breathe, it'll be over soon. He remained in his frozen state for several moments after the Heavy had backed off, leaving his arms to lie limp. And then, just as suddenly as he gone still, the Soldier burst into frantic motion as he kicked off the rope tied around his legs and scrambled to his feet, fleeing to the nearest corner where he promptly threw up.

Ew... Well, that wasn't the response he was expecting from Soldier. At all. Something was seriously wrong with him and this whole 'getting them to be friends' thing wasn't going over to well. Heavy did his best to stand up from his spot on the floor and move back to the mirror, opting to pounding on the glass this time. "MEDIC! Soldier is sick from drugs! Medic?!" Still no response, did he truly leave to give them their space? Didn't seem like something the German would do...

The infantryman puked up everything he'd eaten that day, which thankfully wasn't much, just some toast and eggs from breakfast, but he continued to dry heave for a good long while, his whole body trembling as he braced himself against either wall, his head resting pressed into the corner. God, he could still feel it, his skin too hot and too sensitive and his limbs feeling weak as his head spun-! He coughed, a bit of fluid dribbling off his chin, and he voiced a faint moan, squeezing his eyes shut. "No..."

Giving in this time, the Heavy Weapons Guy slammed his fist into the mirror in frustration, growling irritably as he pulled his hand away and shook off the pain like he'd done with the door. He was going to have to get back at Medic for this later. Something along the lines of bondage and a long night of teasing, then maybe laying into him like a jack hammer... The idea alone had a smile growing across his wide mouth and sent a strong pulse of heat to his groin, but the thought could wait, Soldier needed to be tended too. But the man was being stubborn and pushing him away... What could he do?

Off in his corner, the Soldier gripped futilely at the wall, fingers struggling to find some kind of purchase as his breathing hitched and caught in his constricted throat, leaving him gaping before the blockage finally gave, his chest heaving as he voiced a sound he hated, hoarse and breathless as the moisture that had been gathering in his eyes split free, droplets making soft plip sounds as they fell into the puddle of upchuck at his feet.

Looking over at Soldier, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the man, the once proud and loud American. The least he could do at this point in time is give the other some sort of comfort in his moment of weakness. So without words, the big Russian lumbered over to the hunched over figure in the corner and shifted to kneel beside him, grimacing at the acrid scent of bile but holding up a strong front as he let one great hand gingerly pat the man's back. "Is alright..."

Stiffening at the light, but foreign touch, the infantryman wished fervently that he could find the strength to lash out, to swat away that comforting hand, but he could barely stand let alone throw a punch. God, how he hated this, how weak he felt, how helpless the irrational (oh yes, he knew it was irrational, that's what phobias were) fear made him... He inhaled a breath, managing to swallow down the sob it wanted to become. "No. It's not." Shaking, the Soldier straightened himself a bit and shuffled a few steps down the wall, away from both the foul puddle and his teammate before sliding down to the ground and curling into a ball, shuddering at feeling that unwanted heat still pooling in his emptied belly. Damn that fucking doctor and his fucking serums-!

"But..." Heavy sighed before frowning at his retreating team mate, shaking his head a moment as he stood up. "But is, I know of vay of ending Doktor's leetle drug. Is easy, can be helping each other out, da?" It wasn't like they had to do anything serious or dangerous, and what happened in the little room could stay in there.

Helping... With this? With him? The Soldier visibly trembled, curling up in an even tighter ball. He'd only ever trusted one person to do that sort of thing, and that person was very much not his big Russian teammate. Or even a teammate... Swallowing down the sudden lump in his throat, the infantryman ducked his head, folding his arms on top to hide the moisture blurring his vision. "Don't trust you."

Understandable, he doubted he would trust Soldier with his tool but Medic did want them to try and be better teammates, even if his plan for them to do so was perverted... "Was only thought but is obvious in getting rid of 'problem', same as usualing times. Only with other person in room..." He murmured softly, hopefully giving off a less threatening tone.

Wait, same as...? A moment's confusion, and then the infantryman voiced a sickly sounding moan, muffled in his pants as he pressed his face to his knees. "Don't want to." Didn't want to see, didn't want to touch it, he didn't want anything to do with it! Being overcome by such a baseless, animal desire and having to cater to it instead of being able to control it- It was his worst nightmare. A man could choose to kill, to fight and maim and shoot, but this- There was no choice, and it terrified him. He'd only ever not been scared by it when- when... The Soldier's breathing hitched, and he wished he had his helmet so he could hide behind the comforting steel shell.

He had never seen Soldier so... so... Exposed before. Like all the layers of his insanity were peeled back to expose this frail thing underneath it all. What was more strange than his curled up form was the fact that he didn't want to relieve himself, like any other man, or woman, would have done. "But... Is only way to make stop, leaving makes worse." Boy, did he learn just how bad it got when he didn't get an orgasm right away. Not that he could have helped it being strapped down by a certain someone with a German accent...

A soft sound filtered through the muffling effect of the infantryman's heavy uniform pants, pitiful and frightened. "I know..." He could feel it already, the burning need that clawed through his body and tore into his mind, growing in strength and making him shiver for far too many reasons. And he couldn't make it go away. Couldn't punch it, or scream at it, or blast it, or- or- Anything. He couldn't do anything...

Being exposed to the drug so many times did have its advantages, like being partially resistant to the effects. Sure it was there, but it could easily be ignored till a later date, much later date... Soldier, though, was feeling his first full effects of it and it sure did go all out on the first go. "If knowing, why fighting? There is no other way!" Believe him, he had tried. "Is not hard. Here letting help." With that, he moved forwards and began tugging at the other's coat.

The infantryman made a strangled, gasping sound at being touched, lurching up a moment and pressing himself to the wall before he clawed his way upright, stumbling a few shaky steps before his knees gave out under him and he crashed down on all fours. It was starting to hurt, and his skin was far too sensitive for him to ignore, the feel of his own clothing brushing against him making him tremble at the sensations it caused. God, he hadn't been this scared since that one night in Las Vegas and that hooker that wouldn't leave him alone and- He curled up again, insides twisting as he recalled who exactly had saved him from that catastrophe. "Tavish..."

The way Soldier kept slinking away proved more and more futile in his attempts at helping him out, but he had to pause a moment and scratch his head over the last whimper. "Tavish?" That name sounded strangely familiar...

Stiffening a moment at the Russian repeating the name he hadn't even realized he'd spoken aloud, the American could not swallow down the pained sound that crawled up his throat and pressed his forehead to the cool concrete floor. Damn it, why the hell had that blasted crazy Scot have to be a goddamn RED?! Damn him for being to rattle off the specs for a M72 LAW rocket launcher, damn him for having the best left hook he'd ever seen, damn him for not laughing at Shovel, damn him for- for- Being the best and only friend he'd ever had... "Yeah, Tavish DeGroot. Know 'im?"

There was a long pause for the Russian to mull over the full name before answering, "Is leetle RED you fought for weapons, everyone is knowing but names is harder to put too." If his teammate had said RED Demo, it would have made more sense, but as to why he was groaning out the man's name was weird. "Would not be thinking you like dis man with how hard you two fight..." Unless it was something else...

Gritting his teeth, the Soldier forced himself to take a deep breath and slowly started to push himself up from the floor, shuddering as coarse fabric pressed and rubbed against far too sensitive skin. Once he had himself sitting, he lifted a hand to scrub across his face, struggling to shove the tears away. "Yeah, well... Wasn't always like that." A friendship that strong took a lot to break... Swallowing and shaking his head, the infantryman braced a hand against the wall and started to try getting to his feet, though his limbs felt weak and his head was swimming and his stomach was twisting in interesting knots and every movement made him shiver from the warmth it caused his body. He needed to get up, he needed to get out. And he needed to find Tavish. NOW.

Heavy had heard stories of friendships broken up between REDs and BLUs, the companies and higher ups not liking these sorts of things. Especially since they could compromise both sides. Why he had to go and visit such a man now was Soldier's business, but he had to respect him for being able to stand and try and gain back his usual air. "Were friends then... Good friends?"

The infantryman stiffened, fingers clenching against the wall as he struggled to at least try and pull himself together. "Best friends." He tried to straighten up, breath catching in a low hiss as he grit his teeth, fighting to stand firm as his body was assaulted with the effects of the Medic's drug. Oh, he was going to murder that man next time the bastard showed his face... Body trembling, the Soldier slumped against the wall, panting raggedly.

"So... Not letting me help but... Will letting best friend help...?" Heavy asked curiously. He still wanted to help, feeling he owed the other due to their predicament and because Medic was his responsibility. Thinking a moment, he moved over to where Soldier had been tied up before and plucked up the abandoned helmet, bringing it back over to Soldier and offering it to him. "Let me help."

Fighting to breathe, the infantryman just barely managed a short nod as he pressed his face against the wall, trying to get the cold concrete to cool him down. It was too hot, too much, and it /hurt/, a pressure straining at his insides that burned through his belly and made everything that much worse. He would have sluffed off his jacket, but he refused to give in so easily, not when it was just him against this- this /monster/ clawing him apart.

"I will get comrade to friend. Is leasting can do." But first off they needed to get out of this suddenly stifling hot room, one could only fan themselves with a shirt for so long... Trundling back up to the electrified door, he hesitantly touched the door itself, not the knob, and was relieved not to be shocked again. Now... How to bust down the door...?

Though he would tell himself later that he was crying from the situation at hand, the Soldier felt a few tears slip free at the big Russian so easily offering aid. And after everything he'd said and done... Inhaling a deep breath, the infantryman managed to retrieve his helmet and felt a small note of relief at having its familiar weight back on his head, though the relief didn't last long with his body still under attack by the drug's effects. He clawed his way upright, using the wall for support as he forced himself to walk, managing two steps before he had to stop and collect himself again. God, this was going to take forever-! It took him a bit, but he managed to make over to the door, and he used his teeth to tug his sleeve down over his hand, making sure every bit of skin was covered before using his shielded hand to grip the doorknob. Though he could feel the current running through the metal, it didn't get through the heavy canvas, and he twisted it open with ease. "Never did have a lock..."

Heavy was close to just slapping a palm over his own face at how easy that was, but then again he was going to try and break the door down... This way at least saved Engineer from installing a new one. He let Soldier step out first but could tell the other could barely stand, remembering his own struggle with the drugs his first time around. "Can carry, will be faster getting to friend." He offered, even though he was the slowest member on the team.

Scowling, the Soldier voiced a soft growl, a small portion of his more normal attitude seeping back before slipping away into a faint whine. He huffed harshly through his nose, fighting to get some kind of bearing before he replied. "Just gimme an arm, I'll be fine." Like hell he was going to be carried around like an invalid or some prissy dame too 'delicate' to step through a puddle. He just needed something to hang on to...

Sighing softly, Heavy nodded and stiffly held out an arm for the infantryman, looking down the hall to make sure no one was around. Sure carrying Soldier would have hurt his dignity, but holding his arm could hurt both of them, not that being drugged up, horny and wandering around the base wouldn't do the same... "Which way to friend... And how will be meeting, cannot just be walking into RED base."

Gripping on tight to the Russian's elbow with one hand, the Soldier swallowed and struggled to get himself at least somewhat straight, cursing when he realized he needed to use both hands to hold himself steady and grabbed his teammate's wrist. "You get me halfway across the bridge. I'll take it from there." He could make it that far. He could make it to their old meeting place. He had to.

"Easy 'nough." They weren't far from an exit and the bridge was even closer yet, just getting the other to shuffle along might take awhile. And awhile might not be what they had with the Russian starting to feel the stronger effects of the serum working in his system. "Needing to be getting their quick..."

The Soldier scowled, his grip tightening as he struggled to think. Pride or speed, pride or speed... Aw hell, it wasn't like he had much pride left at the moment anyway, and he could pummel the shit out of anyone who saw later. "Fine. Pick me up." Damn it, if Scout came running around, he was going to break that boy's legs over his knee...

The Russian didn't feel much like offering a choice of fireman or piggyback when they didn't have the time too spare as he grabbed Soldier up in the best way possible. One that wouldn't bother the goods as he hefted him up bridal style before starting off down the all. "Nnn... Is getting worse..."

Giving a low groan that was equal parts frustration and embarrassment, the infantryman shuddered a lay a hand across his eyes while the other found a grip on his teammate's shirt. "You're telling me..." Definitely going to introduce the doctor's knees to Shovel in the near future.

There would be many plans for the Medic in the future, some good and some bad depending on who got to him first. Taking as many secluded hallways as possible and ducking into one upon hearing footsteps, they finally made it out into the 'just rained' damp cool air outside of the base. Oh, this felt good on his heated flesh...

Were he a bit more coherent, the Soldier would have likely expressed equal if not more relief at the soothing coolness of the outside air, but after that close call and the increasing strength of the serum's effects, he was struggling to simply keep his breathing steady, eyes clamped shut as both hands gripped the Russian's shirt like it was the handhold to stave off death. His whole body ached, trembling like some orphan kitten lost in the rain, and he almost cried out as he was set down on the bridge, a thin, strangled sound still managing to slip out before he caught himself and forced himself to release his teammate. Okay, c'mon, Jane, you can do this, you remember... Just how Tavish taught you. Swallowing hard, the infantryman took a deep breath, bringing his hands together and to his mouth. A long wailing call echoed out over the bridge and across the quiet bases, easily mistaken for some wild bird whistling if not for the recognizable flutter of Morse Code at the end. SOS.

The Russian was a little more than surprised to hear such a strange sound come from the American, scanning the area for any sign of life as they waited for some sort of reply or any reaction at all. "Will come?" He asked, unsure of just how good their friendship was after the war. But soon after the call, the side door to RED cracked open as a familiar dark skinned RED stepped out, moving with urgency towards the bridge before slowing up a few feet away. "J- Soldier? Ye alreit, Ah heard yer call..." Well here he was, Tavish, worried yet apprehensive.

Hearing that familiar accent, the infantryman swallowed hard, his clasped hands clenching in a white knuckled grip that failed to stop them shaking. It took him a few moments to find his voice, and when it finally came through, it was hoarse and far too quiet. "No. No, I- I am not alright." He swallowed again, struggling to get rid of the lump in his throat before he managed to drag in a ragged breath through his teeth.

Tavish's worried gaze shifted over to Heavy but turned into more of a stern glare as they sized each other up. The Russian soon lifted both hands in defense and backed up to allow the Demoman his space, leaving his teammate to the enemy. Yet strangely entrusting the man with Soldier. "Coom oan Solly, lets git ye inside..." He stepped forward, helping the BLU to drape his arm over his shoulder to better support him.

He tried, God, did he try, but his body had had enough of his stubborn attitude and the Soldier found himself clinging desperately to the Scotsman's vest, body trembling as his legs refused to hold him. A soft sound not unlike a whimper crawled up and out of him before he could bite it back, and his grip tightened. "...I can't..."

"Jane, what happened?" He leaned in close, whispering quietly as he shifted his arm to the Soldier's waist to keep him standing. It was like carrying a sack of potatoes, well, more like dragging with the way the other's feet tripped across the bridge.

The infantryman shuddered at the shift, gritting his teeth to hold back the sound that pressed up against the back of his throat in response to the sensations that the Scot's touch caused. He rested his head against the RED's shoulder, a small part of his mind reveling in the feeling of cool cloth against his heated skin. "Medic got me. S-Some kinda drug..." Which was still working on him, making him feel things he very much did not want in the least, and so strong-! It rattled him harder than he wanted to admit, but he hadn't the mental facilities to keep it hidden very well either.

Nodding, Tavish helped in getting Jane inside of his base, quickly checking the door for any stragglers before pulling him in. "Say no more, our Medic's a bit o' a nutcase himself..." Shuffling down the hallway, the Demo seemed to stop at a random location as he struggled to get a hand free as well as hold up Soldier. He shoved his hand into what looked like nothing more than a crack in the wall, making a faint click resonate about before he used his weight to shove a section of wall open.

Struggling to get his feet under him, hoping to at least /try/ to help, the Soldier couldn't help but find himself grateful for the day's ceasefire, the rest of the teams busying themselves with their own agendas far from this little hideout. He remembered they'd found it by accident, pretending to get in a fight when they were really only rough-housing, and they'd rolled into the false wall. Crashed right through, if he recalled correctly... Once inside, he gave a soft moan and shifted his grip to cling tighter to the Demoman. "Tav..."

"Ah know, Jane. Almost there." The wall was promptly kicked closed before they adventured further inside, reaching a small room with a couple chairs and a table while the floor held a couple sleeping bags with some pillows and blankets. For staying the night if they got too sloshed on booze. Jane was let down on a sleeping bag as Tavish shifted to sitting in front of him. "Jist like Vegas, aye?"

It was hard to keep himself from toppling over as he was set down, his limbs feeling weak and limp like cooked noodles, but he managed to keep himself sitting upright rather than flopping over on his side, even if he was hunched over to keep some semblance of balance. He grimaced at the recollection of that less-than-good encounter the Demoman was referring to, but nodded. "Good thing I already threw up in the Interrogation Room.”

The Demo made a face but soon sighed and removed his little black hat to brush a hand through his greasy short hair. "Well... better there than 'ere, aye?" He forced a laugh but soon grew silent. "Ahh, guess we should take care o' that reit quick then." His hand motioned to Soldier's slightly tented slacks.

Gritting his teeth hard enough to make his jaw creak, the infantryman gave a stiff nod, his hands clenched into shaking fists at his sides. "Please..."

"Et's alreit, Jane. Ah'm nae goin' tae make ye beg or somethin' weird like that." Tavish smiled, shifting closer to pat his friend's shoulder in a consoling way. "D-do ye need help oot o' yer...?"

A short shake of his head, and the Soldier inhaled a deep breath through his nose, struggling to get himself to calm down before pulling a leg towards himself so he could try and get the laces. He stiffened as the motions pulled the fabric of his pants flush against his groin, and had to take another breath to calm himself. Trembling fingers fumbled with the flat laces of his boots, but he forced himself to focus, scowling darkly at how much effort it took to simply try and untie his boots.

A slim smile worked its way across his face. "Now 'at's th' Soldier Ah know." Shuffling closer Demo moved to help with untying the other boot and tugging it off once it was undone and setting it aside. He glanced up at Soldier while he worked the other boot, observing the flushed face and stern glare from under the helmet. "Bonnie bad stuff yer Medic gotcha with..."

The infantryman grimaced, a huff of irritation forcing out his nose as he tugged off his other boot. "Gonna bust his kneecaps in with Shovel when I get back..." Then snap every finger into splinters with Engie's wrench, then break his jaw, then burn him with Pyro's flamethrower... Oh, the Medic was going to pay dearly for this.

If he wasn't already with the Heavy loose in the base. "Aye, Ah'll bet ye will." Tavish grinned, patting Solly's shoulder once more before focusing on the task at hand. A task that would be easy for most people, but not Jane... "Pants oan or aff? What d'ye feel comfortable wearing, mate?"

A moment's quiet, and the Solider exhaled a shaky breath. "Off. Gotta have something clean to go back in." Steeling himself, he lifted a hand to the zipper of his pants, his eyes clenched shut as he prepared to release the demon he feared and hated so much.

Nodding, there wasn't to much else that he could do to help his buddy out but be moral support and flash him reassuring smiles whenever he could. "Take yer time, Jane. Ah'm nae goin' anywhere till we git thes done an' over with. Even if et takes all night."

Just do it quick, like pulling off a band-aid... Swallowing hard, the infantryman found the zipper tab and jerked it down, an awful, pained sound catching in the back of his throat as the motion caused a jolt of sensation, causing his body to stiffen and his free hand to clench into a fist at his side. He daren't look, eyes squeezed so tightly shut the wrinkles made the whole rest of his face seem to pucker.

"Easy now..." Tavish jerked himself at the noise. Like Jane was in pain but knowing that it was just the drug. Though what he didn't know was that the longer it took, the more painful the pleasure became to the host of the concoction.

The Soldier huffed out a short breath, jerking his head in a nod. But before he forced himself through the motions of disrobing, the hand that had been clenched into a tight fist slid over to find one of the Demoman's hands, latching on with a desperate strength. With that anchor, the infantryman managed to get himself undressed from the waist down, only his socks left.

Demoman smiled and held back some laughter at watching Soldier using only one hand to kick and wiggle his way out of his pants and underoos, and instead squeezed the hand that was held fast in his. He didn't need to tell the other good job anymore, his body language and facial expressions should easily be read. "Ye want tae take aff yer coat too? Ye're lookin' a mite bit over heated."

Swallowing, Jane nodded, lifting his free hand to find the zipper of his uniform jacket. The coat came off much easier than the rest, shoved off his shoulders to fall in a lump of canvas on the floor behind him, nevermind that he still had one hand in from refusing to let go of his friend. His t-shirt was soaked in sweat, and he shivered as the cold air washed over him, forcing another faint sound out of him as the drugs caused his body to react. His muscles ached, skin tingling as if recovering from a horrible sunburn and just as sensitive, and he swallowed hard. It was getting worse...

"Holy Mother a... Phewf ,ye sure ye haven't been runnin' aroond killin' alla RED? Ye smell like ye jist finished a hot day oan Dustbowl." Tavish teased, trying to lighten the mood. He had honestly smelt worse but Jane's shirt was drenched. "Ye need a towel? Ah think there's one aroond 'ere somewhere..."

The Soldier jerked his head in a 'no'. "Just get it over with." His voice was strained and far too quiet, his body trembling in spasms. He tried to breathe, to calm himself, but it was getting so hard to focus...

Right to the point, as always. Nodding, he shifted closer to his friend's side. "Head's up, boyo." The Demo stated as a warning as he moved his free hand to grasp the base of Jane's erection and slid it up to the very tip before going back down, starting off slow.

A strangled sound, the infantryman tensing up completely, his jaw creaking from the strain as his breathing hitched in a faint squeak before he could catch it. He managed to force a somewhat breathless gasp, struggling to keep himself together as he lifted a hand to his head, pulling his helmet down to cover his face.

"Thes shouldn't take tae long, with th' drugs it'll go quick." Tavish smiled sympathetically, hoping it would be done and over with quick. Though it was sort of cute -sort of sad- the way Jane was trying to hide from himself, from his own pleasure filled body. His hand sped up, if only to get the task out of the way, though longing to really take his time and show the Soldier that this was a good thing...

The Soldier managed a short nod before his breath hitched again, his body trembling from the tension and terror and painfully heated feelings attacking him from all sides. A faint hiccuping sound, and the infantryman's chest heaved in a gasping inhale that petered out into a pitiful sounding moan. He hated this, hated how he couldn't control it, hated how it made him weak and vulnerable, hated how his body liked it so much- Jane bit down hard on his bottom lip, struggling to keep himself from screaming like he wanted to, scream and rage and curse, but he dare not. At least he had Tavish. Tavish could make it go away, make it so he was fixed properly and not pulled apart in a million different directions not know which way was up. Another soft hiccup, trying so hard not to be a sob.

"Shh... Et's alreit Jane. Ye kin lean on me if ye like." The Demo would have motioned for him to use his shoulder to try and stifle the sounds but his right was busy with 'the task' while the left was still being held tight in a sweaty palm. His single eye flicked between trying to glimpse Soldier's face and down to his painfully erect looking penis. Its head a bright, angry red with a single bead of pre trying to bubble forth while the vein along the underside was thick and throbbing, balls looking heavy and swollen. The man had probably never masturbated in his life.

An assumption that wouldn't have been far from the truth, but Jane wasn't about to say so, too busy trying to think of anything but the terrible sensations making his body twitch and spasm. He couldn't bite back the sound that crawled up this throat, a thin, breathless whimper that very much did not befit the scene playing out. It hurt to breathe, hurt to move, the slightest twitch causing his body to react in ways that made his stomach roll. Breath hitching, he turned just enough to rest his head on the Scotsman's shoulder, helmet still hiding his face. His short crewcut was clumped into spikes from how much his body was perspiring, and his skin was hot to the touch.

If it weren't for his dark complexion, a blush would have been evident on the Scot's face, shamefully enjoying his friend's 'painful' situation. He had enjoyed the very first time helping Jane through with his strange fear. Sure, he'd laughed at first and was slugged in the face for it, but he still came through anyways because... He admired Jane, he liked him for all his crazy antics and even fancied him a time or two but he knew better, the other would never go for a relationship. Not with these strange inner demons...

The Solider's breathing began to pick up, and he shivered, swallowing down a mouthful of saliva that tasted like metal and acid to keep himself from being sick again. He fought to try and simply not think, not feel, struggling to separate his mind from his body so he wouldn't have to remember, but it was so hard when his body was so hot and every motion caused a new rush of feeling... A quiet moan slipped out from behind the helmet, partially muffled as the infantryman leaned a bit more heavily against his friend, the Demoman's uniform so much cooler than his own heated skin.

"Jane..." Tavish let the name out in surprise since he hadn't expected the other to nearly knock him over, "S'alreit... Almost there, almost..." He squeezed a little tighter and began twisting his wrist on every up motion, using all the tricks he knew for himself when he wanted a quickie before work. It would be going quicker if he had the use of both hands, but with the one in an iron grip, it kept him in check if he started to get touchie-feelie.

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt-! Jane struggled to try and keep his breathing steady, but he was quickly losing control, panting raggedly as he struggled to get enough air, his head spinning woozily as his body twitched and spasmed, hips bucking up once before he forced himself to be still again. Control, keep control-! A strangled noise slipped through his clenched teeth, thin and high and painful like the scream of a tortured rabbit.

He almost stopped at the noise, blinking dumbly down at the helmeted head of the Soldier leaning so heavily against him but still stroking, albeit slower than previously. "S-Sorry." The Scot mumbled, squeezing Jane's hand in apology. It had been awhile since the last incident, and he should have remembered that going quick was a little much.

The infantryman exhaled a shaking sigh, his momentary relief almost palpable as he returned the squeeze with one of his own, telling his friend that he was okay to keep going. He just wanted this over with... With his head swimming and his body aching, it got harder and harder to keep his mind from straying, and he stiffened a moment as a very old memory flashed through his brain, breath catching in a faint gasp before he could focus himself again, tilting his head to press his cheek to the Demoman's flak jacket.

"Coom oan mate..." Tavish encouraged. "Jist relax, almost done. Then we kin git ye dressed and git a drink, that sound guid?" There was a small cooler in the corner that he usually stocked with a couple beers and some scrumpy for days when they wanted to lounge around and catch up. A cold one sounded good right about now, he was feeling pretty hot under the collar with Jane so close and practically on fire.

A stiff nod. "Mmmhm..." It was all the reply he could manage, fighting to keep his mind from falling backwards as his body continued forward. He could feel it, as much as he hated it, and swallowed down a sound he daren't find the name for as he focused his mind elsewhere. Not long now...

Smiling broadly, the Demoman kicked up the speed one small notch to get them there a little quicker. "Atta boy. Jist think aboot the end, the rewards et'll bring. Och Ah kin taste a cold one already, Ah kin." Well it was a half truth, Demo would rather see the other's release and pleasure on his face... If it didn't look so pained... Gods, he wished he could help.

Rewards, huh? The return of control, of what little remained of his sanity, the pummeling of the one who had caused him to endure this torture... And the rekindling of a friendship that should never have been broken. Distracted by these thoughts, the Soldier voiced a half-pained, half-startled yelp as his body finally found release, his vision going white within the confines of his helmet before his grip slipped and the protective metal tumbled to the ground with a dull thunk. His eyes had snapped open, wide and unfocused with pupils so dilated one almost couldn't tell what color his eyes actually were, his face red and his mouth agape. But none of it did anything to hide the tears streaked down his face, and the ones still hovering at the edges of his eyelids.

It worked! It-! Oh Jane... Tavish couldn't resist anymore, moving his hand from the other's spent organ to his back while the other was free to wrap around the other side and pull Jane closer. The sudden shift had him finally tumbling over and bringing the other with him to land on top. He didn't care if he was getting cum all over his uniform, all that mattered was that the Soldier was being held in his arms with a hand at his back and the other cradling his skull to his chest. "Don't cry Jane, yer alreit. Yer alreit... Et's over now."

A moment's pause, and the infantryman abruptly drew in a hoarse breath, his eyes closing up tight and squeezing out some more tears as he ducked his head to rest upon his friend's chest, twitching a bit before he managed to get his body to cooperate, reeling in his legs and arms to curl into a fetal ball huddled against the Scotsman. He didn't cry, anyone who said otherwise would get a swift punch to the solar plexus and a knee to the groin, but there were hot droplets of salt water dripping down his face and a good several moments of being unable to breathe without it all getting caught up in his throat until he almost choked. It took him far too long to get himself together, but he shoved it aside as an effect of the drugs that had been vacated from his system and let himself slump tiredly against the Demoman. God, but he was exhausted...

"It's over..." The Scotsman sighed softly, stroking Soldier's back till he felt the body just slump weakly against him. All the stress and tension gone, sapped like a Sentry. It was strange how circumstances had brought them back together again through this fear of the Soldier's, the way it seemed to want them to be friends again after all that they had done to each other over what wound up to be footwear. Of all things, it was pathetic really...

The infantryman murmured something that sounded vaguely like an agreement, muffled against the Demoman's vest, but it really could have been anything with the way it trailed off into a soft sigh as the Soldier went limp, the combined stresses of the past... Hour? Two Hours? Longer? However long it was, it was enough to drain the BLU of his normal manic energy, and it didn't take long at all before Jane was out like a light, passed out so completely he didn't even snore.

Tavish blinked down in surprise at how quick his friend had passed out but chalked it up to a long day of stress and anxiety. Not that he minded that Jane was naked and sprawled out across his body like a lumpy blanket. No, he enjoyed the closeness and decided that dragging the second sleeping bag over to cover up Soldier was a good idea and that sleep sounded just dandy right now. "Night, love."

- - -

Hours passed, and the RED base slowly drifted from its evening noise to the silence of night as the team settled down to bed, leaving only the outdoor noises to filter in through the gaps of quiet. Sprawled half-naked and limp atop his best friend, Jane grumbled tiredly under his breath as his achingly tired body shifted to curl a bit closer, his fingers gripping at the thick material of the Demoman's flak jacket. There was something- Wrong. Off. Too quiet. Too still. A chill ran down the sleeping Soldier's spine as his subconscious kicked into gear, and he turned to press his face against the broad chest on which he lay, his strained vocal chords pitching in with a faint whine. No, no, not that, no-! He stiffened, teeth gritting and his fingers clenched and his body twisted to curl in on itself. Skin still slightly tacky from not having been cleaned stuck to itself, a terribly familiar sensation that brought up a whimper. "...please..."

The Demoman merely grunted in his sleep at the slight movement and the clinging closeness as his arms moved to wrap around the body above him. He sighed happily then, almost smiling in his sleep before frowning at the sound of a whimper. When a word finally filtered through his subconscious, he shifted slightly as his body and mind tried to wake up, tried to figure out where the noise came from.

Tensing, the Soldier's breathing began to pick up as he squirmed, trying to curl up tighter. The sleeping bag slipped from his shoulders, and he shivered, breath catching in a soft sound reminiscent of a kicked puppy. "...s-suh-stop, please, please stop..." A faint hiccuping noise. "...mama..."

Mama? Tavish's single eye opened slowly to the sounds of someone pleading and it took a moment to adjust to the darkness as he scanned the room before looking down. "Jane..?" The man looked even worse than before, far worse than when he was drugged. His eyes were closed which meant he was sleeping, so he must be dreaming... "Jane? Jane, wake up."

A pause, the Soldier having gone still, and there was a quiet hitching intake of breath that could be nothing except a muted sob as the infantryman curled up even tighter on himself. "...stop it, stop 'im, m-mama, please..." Jane had started to twitch sporadically, his breathing ragged as his mind fell deeper into the terror of the nightmare. "...h-help me, mama..."

A frown worked his way across his face at the fevered pitch the other was in, shaking like a leaf on top of him. With some effort, he pushed himself up enough to have Jane cradled in his arms and stroking his back to try and sooth the nightmare. "Coom oan lad. Ah know ye, no dream kin git th' best o' yew."

Breath stuttering from the motion, the infantryman got himself curled up in the tightest ball he could, hiding his face in his knees with his arms tucked close to his chest. A thin whine broke away from him, quick to break down into soft hiccups, and he continued to mutter brokenly to himself in the words of a much, much younger self. "....no nonono, d-don' wanna- please stop, please stop-!"

"Coom oan Jane, that's nae th' attitude ye 'ave. That's th' kin fer wimps and hippies, aye." The Demo continued to rub his back, moving up to stroke over his sweaty hair, giving him words of encouragement right into his ear. "Jist pull oot good ol' Shovel an' let whoever et is 'ave it!"

The Soldier stiffened at the feel of breath on his ear, not hearing the voice of his best and only friend and the words that would have otherwise helped. He shuddered, ducking his head to try and pull away from the warm breath he could feel sending goosebumps prickling across his skin, a shaking hand moving to try and get a grip on the front of the Scot's heavy flak jacket. A quiet hitching of breath. "...it hurts, mama, he hurt me, mama, he hurt me..." His voice was soft and small, choked with tears and strained from fear, no longer the voice of a grown man known to smash in a person's skull at a moment's notice, but instead the voice of a terrified little boy.

A soft sigh and he figured that Soldier wasn't listening, the man was pretty thick headed at times but this was different. His eye widened at the confession and he growled out unhappily. "Who hurt ye, mate? Ah'll tear open 'is stomach an' stuff a bomb in 'is guts then close it back up!"

Rather than being encouraged as he would have been awake, Jane cringed, breath catching in a frightened gasp. "M sorry, 'm sorry, I won't tell, 'm sorry-!"

"Och, not ye ya git..." Tavish sighed, pinching the bridge of his in exasperation. It was starting to get frustrating trying to help his best mate through some sort of nightmare or night terror since all his attempts seemed to backfire, making him grumble cross