Everything to lose
Author: wanderingsmith
apr 5, 2015
Summary: "Whatever Christmas does is
*my* responsibility. You stay the fuck away
from him!"
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and
nobody'd be daft enough to pay me for this. As
it is thought, so let it be said; you make the
toys, I play with 'em..
AN: Slight tweak to E3 that's been
gathering dust
When he felt the chopper's floor shift as Drummer
started lifting off, Lee didn't hesitate. Was on
his feet in the shifting chopper, shoving his way
through the men in his way without seeing them.
His gun out and at Drummer's head by the time he
heard Toll shouting over the comm "There he is!"
--
Drummer felt the barrel of the gun at his neck a
second before he saw Barney set foot on the
crumbling roof. He turned his head enough to look
into the maddened eyes of a killer. He didn't
really need the shout in his ear to know.
"PICK HIM UP OR *I* WILL!"
Adrenaline-clarity let him see the man's
trigger-finger start to tense the instant the man
was done speaking and he knew he'd be dead before
his next breath, no matter the fact that it'd
sentence Ross *and* the rest of them. Drummer
looked away and shifted the stick to go back down.
The gun never wavered as he gritted his teeth and
flew just above the roof, aware of a rope dragging
on the ground, begging to catch on debris and kill
them all, to the sound of the shouts of
encouragement over the comm.
And then he felt the extra weight hit the chopper
and he swore, scrambling to lift them up as cheers
broke out. The rotors whined when the explosion
cloud overtook them before he could get altitude,
dust getting in the damn gears, and the gun
finally left and he had even more fucking
weight-shifts to compensate for.
--
Barney was never so glad to see Gunner's face
creased in a crazy smile as when the Swede reached
down and grabbed Barney's vest and effortlessly
dragged him the last couple feet aboard, Toll
besides him still holding the rope they'd pulled
him up with.
It wasn't until he'd caught his breath that he
looked up again and saw Christmas crouching
besides him. Looking grim but offering him a hand
up. "Want to sit? Your legs're taking up room,
boss."
--
"Your man is nuts, Barney. You need to put a leash
on him."
Barney winced, wondering what he'd missed *this*
time but too fucking tired after their little
assault on the compound to bother with anything
more than what he knew was practically a whine as
he finally got his boots off in the safehouse's
mudroom. He needed to soak in a hot tub for a
week; not that he was going to get to anytime
soon. "I know Gunner can be a little rough-"
"Not *him*. Christmas."
For too many seconds, Barney froze, staring at the
man to see if he was somehow joking. When he
realized he wasn't, was actually deadly serious
and faintly threatening, Barney straightened and
took a step forward before forcing himself to
stop, hands fisted, snarling low, "You stay the
fuck away from Lee!" What the fuck had happened to
Lee??
"He had a gun to my head, Ross. I *don't*
appreciate that!"
"Gun..." Barney shook his head to clear it of the
crazy thought. Instead, he glared, "What the fuck
did you-" That was when he remembered that Lee
hadn't been the one to pull him up. Hadn't been at
the door as he was dragged in. He stared
measuringly at the old pilot and thought back to
the way things had gone done.
"You were taking off."
Drummer's chin rose stubbornly, "Yes. I had a
chopper-full of lives depending on me-"
Barney waved him off, "Save it. I'd have been
pissed if you'd left me but I can get why." He
shrugged, giving the CIA bastard a hard look, "If
you'd tried to leave one of my men I'd have held a
gun to your head myself. Whatever Christmas does
is *my* responsibility. You stay the fuck away
from him."
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