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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elliot walked into George's room, trying to be quiet so the sleeping man wouldn't be disturbed.
"Elliot…" George's small voice said. Elliot couldn't tell whether he was awake or not.
"George?" he called softly.
"Where are you?" George mumbled the question. After deciding George was definitely sleeping, he sat down next to him and shook his shoulder gently. He usually didn't wake George up, but if George was having a nightmare it was better to wake him up before it escalated like it had the previous day.
"Uh!" George gasped as he woke up. He looked around wildly. "Oh good, it's you…"
Elliot had never heard someone sound so relieved just from seeing another person.
"Yeah, it's me," he said with a soft smile. He tried to ease George back down and was caught off-guard when George suddenly set his head on Elliot's stomach, wrapping his arms around his waist and embracing him. Elliot returned the hug gently.
"Are you all right?" he asked the smaller man. George didn't respond.
"Another nightmare?" Elliot asked quietly. He kept one arm wrapped around George and used the other to stroke George's hair.
"Yes," George said quietly.
"My nightmares always involve people I care about getting hurt," Elliot confessed.
"Did you have one last night?" George asked knowingly.
"Yeah." They sat in their own thoughts for a while.
"Elliot, can I ask you something?" George began hesitantly.
"Of course," Elliot said.
"What did you guys do while I was gone?" he asked softly.
Elliot sighed deeply. "We worked with Missing Persons to find you. We didn't have any sort of lead, no witnesses. We looked at hospital admissions and everything. After a few days we had to work on other cases, but we still tried to find you. I'd just about given up, when I got this call that someone had found you on a highway and you were asking for me. I drove to find you there… I had thought I'd never see you again. And then I almost lost you right after I got you back."
"I flatlined, didn't I?" George asked.
"You did. They got you back quickly, though and they don't think anything will be damaged," Elliot stated. George took a few deep breaths and then rubbed his chest as it started hurting again. When the throbbing subsided he leaned in closer to Elliot.
"I heard you. I heard you yelling for help and everything," he whispered shakily. He recalled what had happened and told Elliot.
It wasn't that he floating, but it was close enough. He heard various voices around him but they were so distant that he barely noticed them. The only noise he could hear was his own breathing, and he was worried to notice how awful the sound was.
After a while he felt like he wasn't getting any air. Just as he noticed that, he heard a panicked voice yelling for help. It sounded like Elliot. Was Elliot ok? He wanted to check but the noise stopped and he felt someone pressing on his chest. Then he felt something being shoved down his throat. He wanted to protest but the object- a breathing tube, he realized- was being put securely in place. Didn't they only use this type of ventilator on unconscious patients? He felt confused at that. He wasn't unconscious, was he?
Then he heard Elliot's voice.
"Please hang on. I… I love you. It'll be hard but I'll protect you." Then there was a pause before Elliot said, "I'll wait for you, George."
Then he realized exactly what was going on. He was unresponsive and he was in critical condition.
But the fact that Elliot cared was what he focused on. It was the only good thing he'd felt in a long time. He felt a wave of emotion come over him, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could just wait and see if he survived.
"After that I don't remember much, but…" George trailed off.
"That must have been horrible. I'm sorry." Elliot ran a hand over George's cheek as he spoke. George placed his hand over Elliot's and leaned into the touch.
Elliot moved George so that he was lying down, then he turned on his side next to him, getting as close to George as possible, and kissed George's cheek gently. George's breath hitched.
"George?"
"I feel nervous," George admitted.
"Relax," Elliot murmured. He set his hand over George's heart, feeling the quickened beats. He knew both anxiety and illness were causing the fast heartbeats. "Relax."
"I don't think I can," George admitted. He flinched as Elliot rubbed his chest around the IV, but he felt some of the tension slowly leaving him. He had never known Elliot could be soothing.
And then Elliot pulled George closer to him and rested his forehead against his. George looked directly into Elliot's eyes and was shocked to see the tears beginning to escape them. He had never seen Elliot cry, let alone crying over him.
"Elliot?" George whispered.
"I'm so sorry. You deserve better than what happened to you," Elliot choked out.
"Elliot-" Suddenly Elliot's lips were pressed against his. It was a tender, comforting kiss. George welcomed the human contact, the soft, warm lips against his. Elliot's tears dripped onto his face, and Elliot pulled away, still crying.
"You've been through hell and I should have been able to stop it! I should have been able to save you— it was so clear in my head what was going to happen. I was going to get a lead, I was going to burst into some building, hurt the people who dared to attack you, and I was going to help get you out of wherever they had you and you were going to be frazzled but okay. Instead you got toyed with by those freaks and you almost died."
"Elliot, you don't blame yourself, do you?" George asked sadly.
"Fuck yes I do," Elliot growled.
"You shouldn't-"
"You aren't going to waste your breath comforting me. You're the one they hurt."
"They hurt you too, indirectly. And I'm fine-"
"The hell you're fine!" Elliot exclaimed heatedly.
"I'm not fine, but I will be eventually," George amended. "Elliot, please, don't become their victim too."
"Stop doing that! Focus your strength on healing and getting the nightmares to stop before it turns into PTSD. The hard part isn't close to over."
"I'll use my strength how I want to," George countered.
His lips found Elliot's, and this time the kiss got deeper, though lust still wasn't a factor. He sighed in contentment…
Elliot's cell phone rang. Cursing, Elliot broke the kiss and answered.
"Stabler," He barely managed to avoid making his voice a snarl. "I'll be there."
His face softened slightly as he turned to George.
"I need to go to the precinct to work on your case. Otherwise the FBI will take over."
"Then let them. I don't care who has my case but I do care about who's with me. I need you."
"This is something I have to do. I have to be the one to catch them, George." George met his gaze and saw the emotion there.
"Ok." George gave in. Elliot kissed George again.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Elliot," George said against his lips. Elliot broke away and stood up.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised.
"Ok," George said softly. Elliot brushed a feather-light kiss against his forehead before leaving.
The room felt empty the instant Elliot left. George felt a hint of loneliness, but then he smiled softly as he touched his lips. He still felt restless but talking to Elliot had helped some.
He noticed that he felt tired. He didn't want to sleep, since he knew he would have another nightmare, but Elliot would lecture him if he tried to stay awake. He closed his eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.
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