(SV) B5: One Boot (PG -- Zack, Franklin)
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applecameronTitle : "One Boot"
Author : SV, 1998. Reprinted by permission
Category: episode followup
Rating : for general consumption
Archive : NO
Spoilers: "Thirdspace"
keywords: Allen/Franklin relationship
disclaim: I do it for love, not money.
B5: A Moment in Time and Thirdspace, with Zack Allen and Stephen Franklin
Damn him! Franklin was too valuable to be out here right now. Doctors were going to be worth their weight in gold when this was over. If it was ever over. Please, God.
And then they were a little too busy for recriminations. Fighting off -- where the hell did a doctor learn to throw a punch? -- crazed civilians under the influence of that, that, that..._artifact_.
Zack whirled to pull his latest opponent off balance, and heard Franklin give a muffled *oof*. "Oops", he muttered calmly, picked up the doctor, and they faced the oncoming crowd together.
It was a long fight, and didn't seem like it was ever going to end. Until...it did. Vir stopped trying to kill him. People stopped fighting, and started blinking a lot. Looking confused.
Vir looked so....hurt -- well, he _had_ been hurt, they'd been whomping each other silly for the past 5 minutes -- but _hurt_ that Zack would be so violent toward him. Allen couldn't think of a good response to the normally-inoffensive Centauri's questions. They seperated as the lights came on, and Zack turned to Dr. Franklin. Hugged him without thinking, the two men checking each other's state in the easiest way possible. Glad they were all alive. Hoped they minimized damage. Knew they hadn't.
Franklin collapsed against him and Zack's heart leapt to his mouth. Oh, god. "Stephen, you all right?" They couldn't afford to lose him now.
"Yeah, yeah", the doc levered himself back up, leaning a little on Allen, "I'm fine, I just...just got kicked in the knee is all." Franklin stood and surveyed the wreckage, limping slowly in a tight circle. Made a tired little noise. "Zack, can you spare some personnel for triage for a while?"
"Sure thing, doc. We need to get communications back up, asap, though. I'm heading up to C&C. I'll draft anyone I run into, all right?"
"Right." Franklin pointed at the security personnel nearest him. "You. You. You're with me. Come on."
They parted ways.
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Zack didn't see Franklin again for a good two days. When Ivanova ordered him to MedLab or she'd knock him out herself and drag him there. He knew she'd said the same to Sheridan a moment before. Had Delenn backing her up. Delenn, of course, had planned it all, making sure Susan had been appropriately threatened into getting her own rest early, just so she'd be ready to twist everyone else's arm the next day.
Well, that was politics for you.
So, he gave in, agreeing to carry similar orders? Demands? Whatever, with him to MedLab. Got a couple cuts drained and stitched properly, then went looking for Stephen. Lyta had locked herself away and wasn't talking to
anyone, least of all him.
In the middle of the lab's busiest corner, he found Dr. Franklin. Waited a bit for a break in the hubbub, and delivered Ivanova's orders to break and rest.
The response was nuclear, but Zack leaned into the blast and learned a few new choice words. Waited it out and repeated himself. Prayed Ivanova would call and back him up. She came through, and there was a tense, muttered
conversation between the doctor and C&C.
Apparently, Susan could twist arms just as well from afar, because Franklin signed off, turning to Zack. "And you're here to make sure I actually get out of MedLab, I assume?"
Allen shrugged, "Just another one of the Commander's happy coincidences, doc." He patted the bandage on his arm. "C'mon, I'll walk you home."
Dropping the doc at his own door turned out to be impossible. During the general rioting, several residences had been vandalized, and Franklin's was one of them.
"I really do not want to deal with this." Stephen looked as if he were ready to fall asleep, decimated rooms or not, running his head over his close-cropped hair.
Zack sighed. Well, he couldn't just _leave_ him there. Wrapped his arm around the doctor's shoulders and steered him away, "you're with me, doc."
Allen held the doctor up as they waited in the lift. It was easier, having someone to support, to make it there himself. Good thing Franklin was there, or he might not have made it home at all. Just slept standing up in
the lift.
"Take the bed, doc." Stephen didn't even protest, just loosened his collar and fell. Zack heard a muffled 'thanks', and the doctor began to snore, lightly.
Allen grinned and perched on the edge of the bed to work his boots off. The tighter boot made it off with a final grunt, and Zack made the tactical error of taking a moment's rest before starting on the next.
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He woke momentarily, fuzzily, a few hours later. Stretch circumscribed by the presence of another body on his bed -- why was he still dressed? He yawned, and his companion shifted, pulling them closer, sharing warmth and a steady heartbeat.
Close, warm, content. Heartbeat in time with his own. Franklin's arm was draped over him, and the doctor muttered something that sounded like a medical statistic in his ear.
"Yeah, that's romantic, doc." He murmured back, reaching around to pat the other man's hip awkwardly. "Go to sleep."
Then followed his own advice.
Author : SV, 1998. Reprinted by permission
Category: episode followup
Rating : for general consumption
Archive : NO
Spoilers: "Thirdspace"
keywords: Allen/Franklin relationship
disclaim: I do it for love, not money.
B5: A Moment in Time and Thirdspace, with Zack Allen and Stephen Franklin
Damn him! Franklin was too valuable to be out here right now. Doctors were going to be worth their weight in gold when this was over. If it was ever over. Please, God.
And then they were a little too busy for recriminations. Fighting off -- where the hell did a doctor learn to throw a punch? -- crazed civilians under the influence of that, that, that..._artifact_.
Zack whirled to pull his latest opponent off balance, and heard Franklin give a muffled *oof*. "Oops", he muttered calmly, picked up the doctor, and they faced the oncoming crowd together.
It was a long fight, and didn't seem like it was ever going to end. Until...it did. Vir stopped trying to kill him. People stopped fighting, and started blinking a lot. Looking confused.
Vir looked so....hurt -- well, he _had_ been hurt, they'd been whomping each other silly for the past 5 minutes -- but _hurt_ that Zack would be so violent toward him. Allen couldn't think of a good response to the normally-inoffensive Centauri's questions. They seperated as the lights came on, and Zack turned to Dr. Franklin. Hugged him without thinking, the two men checking each other's state in the easiest way possible. Glad they were all alive. Hoped they minimized damage. Knew they hadn't.
Franklin collapsed against him and Zack's heart leapt to his mouth. Oh, god. "Stephen, you all right?" They couldn't afford to lose him now.
"Yeah, yeah", the doc levered himself back up, leaning a little on Allen, "I'm fine, I just...just got kicked in the knee is all." Franklin stood and surveyed the wreckage, limping slowly in a tight circle. Made a tired little noise. "Zack, can you spare some personnel for triage for a while?"
"Sure thing, doc. We need to get communications back up, asap, though. I'm heading up to C&C. I'll draft anyone I run into, all right?"
"Right." Franklin pointed at the security personnel nearest him. "You. You. You're with me. Come on."
They parted ways.
#############################################################################
Zack didn't see Franklin again for a good two days. When Ivanova ordered him to MedLab or she'd knock him out herself and drag him there. He knew she'd said the same to Sheridan a moment before. Had Delenn backing her up. Delenn, of course, had planned it all, making sure Susan had been appropriately threatened into getting her own rest early, just so she'd be ready to twist everyone else's arm the next day.
Well, that was politics for you.
So, he gave in, agreeing to carry similar orders? Demands? Whatever, with him to MedLab. Got a couple cuts drained and stitched properly, then went looking for Stephen. Lyta had locked herself away and wasn't talking to
anyone, least of all him.
In the middle of the lab's busiest corner, he found Dr. Franklin. Waited a bit for a break in the hubbub, and delivered Ivanova's orders to break and rest.
The response was nuclear, but Zack leaned into the blast and learned a few new choice words. Waited it out and repeated himself. Prayed Ivanova would call and back him up. She came through, and there was a tense, muttered
conversation between the doctor and C&C.
Apparently, Susan could twist arms just as well from afar, because Franklin signed off, turning to Zack. "And you're here to make sure I actually get out of MedLab, I assume?"
Allen shrugged, "Just another one of the Commander's happy coincidences, doc." He patted the bandage on his arm. "C'mon, I'll walk you home."
Dropping the doc at his own door turned out to be impossible. During the general rioting, several residences had been vandalized, and Franklin's was one of them.
"I really do not want to deal with this." Stephen looked as if he were ready to fall asleep, decimated rooms or not, running his head over his close-cropped hair.
Zack sighed. Well, he couldn't just _leave_ him there. Wrapped his arm around the doctor's shoulders and steered him away, "you're with me, doc."
Allen held the doctor up as they waited in the lift. It was easier, having someone to support, to make it there himself. Good thing Franklin was there, or he might not have made it home at all. Just slept standing up in
the lift.
"Take the bed, doc." Stephen didn't even protest, just loosened his collar and fell. Zack heard a muffled 'thanks', and the doctor began to snore, lightly.
Allen grinned and perched on the edge of the bed to work his boots off. The tighter boot made it off with a final grunt, and Zack made the tactical error of taking a moment's rest before starting on the next.
#############################################################################
He woke momentarily, fuzzily, a few hours later. Stretch circumscribed by the presence of another body on his bed -- why was he still dressed? He yawned, and his companion shifted, pulling them closer, sharing warmth and a steady heartbeat.
Close, warm, content. Heartbeat in time with his own. Franklin's arm was draped over him, and the doctor muttered something that sounded like a medical statistic in his ear.
"Yeah, that's romantic, doc." He murmured back, reaching around to pat the other man's hip awkwardly. "Go to sleep."
Then followed his own advice.