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riptide_asylum) wrote2008-12-25 07:45 pm
riptide_asylum) wrote2008-12-25 07:45 pm
"Beat the Box cutscene" (Dreamtime, 1985)
Title: Cutscene from "Beat the Box"
Rating/Category: PG
Summary: In the dead of night, the case brings up things not often spoke of.
From this cap:
That night the horrors came for both of them.
Nick woke first, bolt upright and his brain screaming for a weapon. As he held his head in his hands and refused to look in the shadows, at the things that slid around the corners of the cabin, coming for him in a tangle of stakes and blood and rope and fire, he heard Cody crying. For real this time.
Nick forced his feet out from under the sheets and onto a floor he told himself was metal--not swamp, metal--until it became so once again. Across the room, Cody shook and kicked, tears streaming down his face, swallowing the sobs that carried too far across the steamy jungle.
Nick put a hand down to support himself on Cody's bunk and caught his partner's warning growl too late. The kick took him in the stomach, but he was able to catch his partner's fist before it landed on his jaw. Cody came awake instantly at the touch. "Nick?" He wiped uselessly at his eyes.
"S'good," Nick managed, "You never could land a decent punch."
Cody smiled through the remaining tears and put a hand on Nick's shoulder, registering his friend's distress. "You too, huh?"
Nick looked away. "Let's go out on deck, man, see if the fresh air will help."
Cody's hand lingered on Nick's back as they went up the stairs to the salon, and Nick fought the urge to shiver. They were home now. They'd made it. The things that had tried to destroy them in-country lived only in their nightmares now. This was home, the Riptide, and there was nothing here that could hurt them. He stopped with a jolt at the top of the stairs, momentarily unable to recognize the ghostly figure in the moonlight. Cody pulled up close, his breath warm on Nick's shoulder through the thin cotton tshirt.
The past and the present washed over Nick in waves until they resolved into the familiar figure of their third partner. Their friend. Sitting crosslegged in the rattan chair, fingers steepled under his chin, rocking gently back and forth. Nick took a deep breath and continued up the stairs, the carpet soft under his feet. Carpet, he told himself, not rotting jungle--
"I can't imagine it," Murray whispered. "You know, I can do quadratic equations in my sleep, I can recite pi to 47 places, but...I can't imagine, what they--"
"Murray," Nick warned. He looked at Cody meaningfully. Their partner hadn't fully returned from his nightmares, and sat too quietly where he'd dropped onto the padded bench, curled in on himself, wide-eyed and unstaring.
"I'm sorry," Murray said softly. "Sometimes I forget..."
Nick nodded and turned his attention to Cody. He didn't say a word, just put an arm around him and, despite Cody's lack of response, pulled him in close. After a couple seconds of silence Cody relaxed, sinking into Nick, burying his face in Nick's neck. Nick carefully kissed his partner's head.
"You know, I'm gonna go heat up some milk. Maybe the trytophan will help with the, you know, the getting back to sleep. And if not, then at least we'll be getting calcium. That's--that's always a good thing," Murray said, getting up and heading downstairs to the galley.
"Thanks Boz," Nick called. He turned back to Cody. "You awake yet?"
Cody raised his head off Nick's shoulder. His eyes were puffy, the whites turned red from crying, but he no longer looked as if he'd been chased by all the hounds of Hell. Half of them, maybe. "I knew that was gonna happen," he said sadly.
"What, with the news report?"
"Yeah."
"It's just something we've gotta live with, man, you know that. Besides, it hasn't happened for awhile. We were overdue."
"Hey Nick?"
"Yeah babe?" Nick kissed the top of Cody's head again.
"I think we just scared Boz."
Nick frowned. "He did that to himself pretty well, buddy. I don't think we had anything to do with it."
Cody sat up. "No, I mean I don't think he's ever seen you kiss me before."
"Huh. Guess not." Nick shrugged, then rubbed Cody's back in slow, lazy circles. They both fell silent, listening to the boat's night sounds, the pleasant peace and quiet of the harbor at 4am, Murray making kitchen noises in the next room.
"Was it bad?" Cody asked softly.
"Not gonna talk about it." Nick answered too quickly.
Cody slid his arm around Nick and leaned in, curling back into his partner's side.
"Seriously, Cody, I'm fine." Nick looked down at the floor of the salon, his hand unceasing in its circles on his partner's back. He said softly, "But you're gonna hold me tight 'til morning, okay buddy?"
"Always." Cody smiled and tightened his arms around Nick, settling in.
Looking into Cody's eyes, his gaze steady now, Nick took him at his word.
Rating/Category: PG
Summary: In the dead of night, the case brings up things not often spoke of.
From this cap:
That night the horrors came for both of them.
Nick woke first, bolt upright and his brain screaming for a weapon. As he held his head in his hands and refused to look in the shadows, at the things that slid around the corners of the cabin, coming for him in a tangle of stakes and blood and rope and fire, he heard Cody crying. For real this time.
Nick forced his feet out from under the sheets and onto a floor he told himself was metal--not swamp, metal--until it became so once again. Across the room, Cody shook and kicked, tears streaming down his face, swallowing the sobs that carried too far across the steamy jungle.
Nick put a hand down to support himself on Cody's bunk and caught his partner's warning growl too late. The kick took him in the stomach, but he was able to catch his partner's fist before it landed on his jaw. Cody came awake instantly at the touch. "Nick?" He wiped uselessly at his eyes.
"S'good," Nick managed, "You never could land a decent punch."
Cody smiled through the remaining tears and put a hand on Nick's shoulder, registering his friend's distress. "You too, huh?"
Nick looked away. "Let's go out on deck, man, see if the fresh air will help."
Cody's hand lingered on Nick's back as they went up the stairs to the salon, and Nick fought the urge to shiver. They were home now. They'd made it. The things that had tried to destroy them in-country lived only in their nightmares now. This was home, the Riptide, and there was nothing here that could hurt them. He stopped with a jolt at the top of the stairs, momentarily unable to recognize the ghostly figure in the moonlight. Cody pulled up close, his breath warm on Nick's shoulder through the thin cotton tshirt.
The past and the present washed over Nick in waves until they resolved into the familiar figure of their third partner. Their friend. Sitting crosslegged in the rattan chair, fingers steepled under his chin, rocking gently back and forth. Nick took a deep breath and continued up the stairs, the carpet soft under his feet. Carpet, he told himself, not rotting jungle--
"I can't imagine it," Murray whispered. "You know, I can do quadratic equations in my sleep, I can recite pi to 47 places, but...I can't imagine, what they--"
"Murray," Nick warned. He looked at Cody meaningfully. Their partner hadn't fully returned from his nightmares, and sat too quietly where he'd dropped onto the padded bench, curled in on himself, wide-eyed and unstaring.
"I'm sorry," Murray said softly. "Sometimes I forget..."
Nick nodded and turned his attention to Cody. He didn't say a word, just put an arm around him and, despite Cody's lack of response, pulled him in close. After a couple seconds of silence Cody relaxed, sinking into Nick, burying his face in Nick's neck. Nick carefully kissed his partner's head.
"You know, I'm gonna go heat up some milk. Maybe the trytophan will help with the, you know, the getting back to sleep. And if not, then at least we'll be getting calcium. That's--that's always a good thing," Murray said, getting up and heading downstairs to the galley.
"Thanks Boz," Nick called. He turned back to Cody. "You awake yet?"
Cody raised his head off Nick's shoulder. His eyes were puffy, the whites turned red from crying, but he no longer looked as if he'd been chased by all the hounds of Hell. Half of them, maybe. "I knew that was gonna happen," he said sadly.
"What, with the news report?"
"Yeah."
"It's just something we've gotta live with, man, you know that. Besides, it hasn't happened for awhile. We were overdue."
"Hey Nick?"
"Yeah babe?" Nick kissed the top of Cody's head again.
"I think we just scared Boz."
Nick frowned. "He did that to himself pretty well, buddy. I don't think we had anything to do with it."
Cody sat up. "No, I mean I don't think he's ever seen you kiss me before."
"Huh. Guess not." Nick shrugged, then rubbed Cody's back in slow, lazy circles. They both fell silent, listening to the boat's night sounds, the pleasant peace and quiet of the harbor at 4am, Murray making kitchen noises in the next room.
"Was it bad?" Cody asked softly.
"Not gonna talk about it." Nick answered too quickly.
Cody slid his arm around Nick and leaned in, curling back into his partner's side.
"Seriously, Cody, I'm fine." Nick looked down at the floor of the salon, his hand unceasing in its circles on his partner's back. He said softly, "But you're gonna hold me tight 'til morning, okay buddy?"
"Always." Cody smiled and tightened his arms around Nick, settling in.
Looking into Cody's eyes, his gaze steady now, Nick took him at his word.
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I love that the two of them are there for each other for absolutely everything.