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phantismaFandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Twelve (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 634
Summary: Nate and Ryna find themselves in trouble.
A/Ns & Summary: Twelth chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "hypothermia".
“Hardison?” Nate frowned at his phone. He could hear a lot of static and Hardison’s voice was faint. He listened closer, concentrating on picking words out of the sounds. There was a second voice, but it had a sort of electronic quality to it.
He was about to hang up when the static was suddenly gone. “Nate?”
“Hardison, what’s going on?”
“You’re in trouble. Get out of there.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t have time to explain. You and Ryna need to get out of the ice cream shop, you’re being watched. It’s Chaos. Check on Eliot.”
The phone went dead and Nate instinctively looked around them. He didn’t sense any immediate danger, but admittedly he hadn’t expected any in an environment like this.
Ryna looked at him expectantly, chocolate ice cream on her face and hands. “What’s wrong?”
Nate shook his head. “Nothing. I just think it’s time to head home.”
“We just got here.” Ryna whined.
“It isn’t safe.” He grabbed napkins, chuckling at a child’s ability to get ice cream all over in seconds. He wiped at her hands as they headed for the door, pushing it open with his hip.
He smelled them first, all adrenaline and sweat, and he dropped the napkins to defend them, grabbing Ryna with one hand and spinning away, but there were five of them and he was hindered by the squirming child.
He felt the needle before he realized what they had planned. Ryna was screaming as they pulled her away from Nate’s numbing fingers and the concrete of the sidewalk came up to meet him awfully fast.
His next conscious thought came sluggishly, through the haze of the drug and the cold. Real cold. He opened his eyes, scanning the dark of the room. No, freezer. He was in a freezer. If his body processed drugs more slowly, he might have just gone from sedated to hibernating without every waking.
He wasn’t alone.
Nate sat up slowly, leaning toward the feeling of warmth, the small body huddled in the corner. “Ryna?”
She moved, her head tilting so she could look at him. “C-c-cold.”
He nodded, already pulling his jacket off and crawling across the floor to her to drape it around her little frame. “It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you.” The cold wouldn’t kill him, though he would go into a deep hibernation eventually, akin to what would happen if he was deprived of blood for any length of time…and it would take a long time to recover. Ryna, however, was a different story.
Nate stood and crossed to the door. Of course, there was no handle and an initial shove at it proved useless. “Did you see where they took us?” Nate asked as he knelt next to Ryna.
She was barely shivering, her skin ashen, her eyes glazed over. He shook her, pulled her up onto her feet. “Ryna, honey, I need you to stay awake. Think.”
She shook her head. “T-told me to shut up.”
Nate rubbed his hands over her arms. “Okay, good. How many of them?”
“F-five…bef-fore the t-truck.”
“Okay.” They weren’t still at the ice cream shop then, which made sense, since this freezer had no shelves, no food, just him and Ryna. “Did you see where we are?”
“Dark, big building.”
Probably a warehouse or something similar. "I know you're cold, Ryna, but I need you to move around, okay, keep talking to me."
"I want Eliot."
Even though she was standing he could see she was drifting off. He shook her. "Stay awake. It's important." He went back to rubbing her arms, but without any body heat of his own it wasn't doing a whole lot of good. He had to get her out of there. Soon. Or she would die.
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Twelve (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 634
Summary: Nate and Ryna find themselves in trouble.
A/Ns & Summary: Twelth chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my
angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "hypothermia".“Hardison?” Nate frowned at his phone. He could hear a lot of static and Hardison’s voice was faint. He listened closer, concentrating on picking words out of the sounds. There was a second voice, but it had a sort of electronic quality to it.
He was about to hang up when the static was suddenly gone. “Nate?”
“Hardison, what’s going on?”
“You’re in trouble. Get out of there.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t have time to explain. You and Ryna need to get out of the ice cream shop, you’re being watched. It’s Chaos. Check on Eliot.”
The phone went dead and Nate instinctively looked around them. He didn’t sense any immediate danger, but admittedly he hadn’t expected any in an environment like this.
Ryna looked at him expectantly, chocolate ice cream on her face and hands. “What’s wrong?”
Nate shook his head. “Nothing. I just think it’s time to head home.”
“We just got here.” Ryna whined.
“It isn’t safe.” He grabbed napkins, chuckling at a child’s ability to get ice cream all over in seconds. He wiped at her hands as they headed for the door, pushing it open with his hip.
He smelled them first, all adrenaline and sweat, and he dropped the napkins to defend them, grabbing Ryna with one hand and spinning away, but there were five of them and he was hindered by the squirming child.
He felt the needle before he realized what they had planned. Ryna was screaming as they pulled her away from Nate’s numbing fingers and the concrete of the sidewalk came up to meet him awfully fast.
His next conscious thought came sluggishly, through the haze of the drug and the cold. Real cold. He opened his eyes, scanning the dark of the room. No, freezer. He was in a freezer. If his body processed drugs more slowly, he might have just gone from sedated to hibernating without every waking.
He wasn’t alone.
Nate sat up slowly, leaning toward the feeling of warmth, the small body huddled in the corner. “Ryna?”
She moved, her head tilting so she could look at him. “C-c-cold.”
He nodded, already pulling his jacket off and crawling across the floor to her to drape it around her little frame. “It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you.” The cold wouldn’t kill him, though he would go into a deep hibernation eventually, akin to what would happen if he was deprived of blood for any length of time…and it would take a long time to recover. Ryna, however, was a different story.
Nate stood and crossed to the door. Of course, there was no handle and an initial shove at it proved useless. “Did you see where they took us?” Nate asked as he knelt next to Ryna.
She was barely shivering, her skin ashen, her eyes glazed over. He shook her, pulled her up onto her feet. “Ryna, honey, I need you to stay awake. Think.”
She shook her head. “T-told me to shut up.”
Nate rubbed his hands over her arms. “Okay, good. How many of them?”
“F-five…bef-fore the t-truck.”
“Okay.” They weren’t still at the ice cream shop then, which made sense, since this freezer had no shelves, no food, just him and Ryna. “Did you see where we are?”
“Dark, big building.”
Probably a warehouse or something similar. "I know you're cold, Ryna, but I need you to move around, okay, keep talking to me."
"I want Eliot."
Even though she was standing he could see she was drifting off. He shook her. "Stay awake. It's important." He went back to rubbing her arms, but without any body heat of his own it wasn't doing a whole lot of good. He had to get her out of there. Soon. Or she would die.
