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[Doom Fic Rec]: "sleep, interrupted." by leah k (blinkiesays)

TITLE: sleep, interrupted.
AUTHOR: leah k (blinkiesays)
AUTHOR'S LJ NAME: unknown, author's AO3
FANDOM: Doom (2005, movie)
PAIRING: John “Reaper” Grimm/Asher “Sarge” Mahonin
GENRES: slash, first time, bit of hurt/comfort
WARNINGS: language
CONTAINS: highlight if you wish to know: *first time kissing, PTSD, nightmares, comforting, grieving, no sex*
TIME FRAME: pre-movie
WORDS: approx 1,458
SUMMARY: John closes his eyes for what feels like hours, but is probably only thirty seconds, and when he opens them again, Sarge is sitting at the foot of his bunk. (Given by the author.)
LINK TO FIC: sleep, interrupted.
NOTES: written for Yuletide 2008

He wakes up screaming.

When John realizes what the fuck is happening, every gun in the squad is trained on him and the guys are looking at him like he's gone completely fucking batshit. Duke says, "Jesus Christ, Reaper, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

John tries to say something, but it comes out like a croak, his voice is all scratchy and screwed up.

Once everyone has realized that he's not going to snap and try to take the rest of the squad out, the guns go back in their holsters and Duke says, "Man, I didn't even know you could make that kind of noise," and slaps him on his back. No big deal.

Everyone else goes right back to sleep, god bless Marine training, except every time John closes his eyes, he can see flashes of the dream, dust and blood mixing together into a dark red clay on the ground. Eventually, Sarge comes by, kicks his foot and says, "I'm going to secure the perimeter," like it's an invitation. John follows.

They walk in silence for a while, conspicuously not talking about the way John just lost his shit in there, until Sarge says, out of the blue, "You talk in your sleep, sometimes." This is news to John. "You talk to someone named Sam, a lot." Sarge looks at him, sideways, and if he was the kind of guy who insinuated things, well, John can guess what he'd assume about that.

"It's not what you're thinking," John says, "I have a sister named Samantha." John would say that Sarge, if he was the kind of guy who had facial expressions, almost looks disappointed. John thinks about leaving their little talk at that, case closed, except he hasn't talked about it in so long that words start coming out before he makes a conscious decision to say them. By the time they've walked the whole perimeter, John has told Sarge his whole god damned life story. Stuff nobody else knows. Sarge, at least, does him the favor of not making eye contact, and pretending like he doesn't see John's hands shaking.

As you can see, I'm still cruising through the Reaper/Sarge tag on AO3. And look what a brilliant fic I've found. I know, it's a short one. Only 1,4k words. But, oh, what words! So much awesome here! It's about Reaper having nightmares after a mission that involved going through tunnels. Sarge comes to him and listens. This leads to a shift in their relationship. They connect on a deeper level. And then, one day, when it's Sarge who needs comforting, Reaper is there for him.

This fic is so, so gorgeous. I wish leah k had written more because I can't seem to get enough. The pacing, the tone, the characterizations, everything is dead-on and wonderful. I love how she managed to include so much in just a few words. It's simply beautiful. Do read this. It's totally worth it!

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