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It was a well-hidden fact that Cougar could draw.
It was a State fucking secret that he could tattoo.
Pooch was the one who stumbled on it first. Jolene gave him a beautiful girl, and leaving them behind even for a moment made him feel like his heart was torn in two.
He kept a photograph in his pocket, and was heartbroken when it got washed away during an upriver hike.
Cougar sketched out a picture of his baby girl on the back of a napkin.
That one just disintegrated naturally.
When he decided to get a tattoo – something that couldn’t wash away with time or nature – and Cougar offered to do it for him, Pooch didn’t even stop to hesitate.
After that, the whole unit knew. It was a secret they hoarded jealously. A talent that belonged to the group that didn’t require guns or explosives or knives. They all took pride in Cougar’s skill.
After Bolivia, drawing became a manic obsession for him. He needed to do something - anyfuckingthing - that proved he could exist outside of the violence they were locked into.
Every sketch he did he burned.
They were never right.
It was Jensen who broke them both into a small tattoo shop in the city. He handed Cougar the gun, stripped off his shirt, and laid himself face down on the couch.
“Whatever you want.” He said, his back naked and smooth, the perfect canvas.
Cougar went to work. Jensen soaked up the pain, and Cougar clung to the trust.
Every night, when the screaming of children got too loud to sleep, Cougar traced the lines of ink until the madness faded.
Formarvinetta
Jillian was smarter than Jensen. It was a terrifying thought.
She also had them all wrapped around one little finger.
Jensen fucking dotted on her, but it was Cougar she seemed to have the most interest in ordering around.
Normally, he’d be happy to oblige. He’d watched her grow, seen her be the only thing that kept Jensen grounded, and he loved her like his own.
None of that precluded him from wanting to run – make a tactical retreat – from the arcade screaming.
“You do this, see? Step on the ones that show on screen”
Jillian stood on one of those infernal dance machines, the lights flashing beneath her sneakers in time with the music.
Cougar watched her with mounting horror.
She couldn’t be serious?
He desperately turned to Jensen for help.
Jensen was a traitor, and doubled over with silent laughter.
“Pequeña…” Cougar clutched desperately to the railing – and his dignity.
“Please, tío?” She had the same blue eyes as Jensen, and the same ability to get him to agree to things he’d rather jump off a cliff than do.
“Not a damn word.” Cougar hissed in Jensen’s direction. He took off his jacket and shoved it in Jensen’s direction. Jillian cheered when he climbed up beside her and took his spot on the dancing torture device.
Jensen might have cracked a rib from laughing so hard.
Forvampire_bri
Returning to consciousness after a blow to the head was a miserable thing.
Opening his eyes only made Cougar want to puke.
Puking only made him wish he was unconscious again.
Jensen’s hand on his forehead, cool and dry, was the only comfort he could find.
It was more than he was used to.
“You’re okay.” Jensen dragged him out of the darkness and into a brightly lit room. Everything was white, glaring, and it made Cougar’s head want to explode.
He forced himself to make an assessment.
Concussion, obviously.
Ribs, broken, wrists, sprained, lungs…on fire.
Waterboarding was more fucked up than it sounded.
Last time he’d been with it, there had been four really pissed mercs in the room with him. He was more than happy to trade them for Jensen, it just left him wondering how.
And why he was propped up against Jensen’s lap liked he was dying.
Fuck. Jensen had a comfortable lap, and Cougar might have been dying for all he knew.
He didn’t fucking care.
It wasn’t until later, until Clay and Pooch arrived and let them out of the room that Cougar saw the bodies, saw the blood, and wondered how and when Jensen had lost himself in the darkness.
He saw the question reflected in Clay’s eyes and Pooch’s horror.
When he asked Jensen about it, Jensen just shrugged. “You think any of us would be where we are now if we weren’t capable of paying back like for like?”
For
katemonkeyIt was a well-hidden fact that Cougar could draw.
It was a State fucking secret that he could tattoo.
Pooch was the one who stumbled on it first. Jolene gave him a beautiful girl, and leaving them behind even for a moment made him feel like his heart was torn in two.
He kept a photograph in his pocket, and was heartbroken when it got washed away during an upriver hike.
Cougar sketched out a picture of his baby girl on the back of a napkin.
That one just disintegrated naturally.
When he decided to get a tattoo – something that couldn’t wash away with time or nature – and Cougar offered to do it for him, Pooch didn’t even stop to hesitate.
After that, the whole unit knew. It was a secret they hoarded jealously. A talent that belonged to the group that didn’t require guns or explosives or knives. They all took pride in Cougar’s skill.
After Bolivia, drawing became a manic obsession for him. He needed to do something - anyfuckingthing - that proved he could exist outside of the violence they were locked into.
Every sketch he did he burned.
They were never right.
It was Jensen who broke them both into a small tattoo shop in the city. He handed Cougar the gun, stripped off his shirt, and laid himself face down on the couch.
“Whatever you want.” He said, his back naked and smooth, the perfect canvas.
Cougar went to work. Jensen soaked up the pain, and Cougar clung to the trust.
Every night, when the screaming of children got too loud to sleep, Cougar traced the lines of ink until the madness faded.
For
marvinettaJillian was smarter than Jensen. It was a terrifying thought.
She also had them all wrapped around one little finger.
Jensen fucking dotted on her, but it was Cougar she seemed to have the most interest in ordering around.
Normally, he’d be happy to oblige. He’d watched her grow, seen her be the only thing that kept Jensen grounded, and he loved her like his own.
None of that precluded him from wanting to run – make a tactical retreat – from the arcade screaming.
“You do this, see? Step on the ones that show on screen”
Jillian stood on one of those infernal dance machines, the lights flashing beneath her sneakers in time with the music.
Cougar watched her with mounting horror.
She couldn’t be serious?
He desperately turned to Jensen for help.
Jensen was a traitor, and doubled over with silent laughter.
“Pequeña…” Cougar clutched desperately to the railing – and his dignity.
“Please, tío?” She had the same blue eyes as Jensen, and the same ability to get him to agree to things he’d rather jump off a cliff than do.
“Not a damn word.” Cougar hissed in Jensen’s direction. He took off his jacket and shoved it in Jensen’s direction. Jillian cheered when he climbed up beside her and took his spot on the dancing torture device.
Jensen might have cracked a rib from laughing so hard.
For
vampire_briReturning to consciousness after a blow to the head was a miserable thing.
Opening his eyes only made Cougar want to puke.
Puking only made him wish he was unconscious again.
Jensen’s hand on his forehead, cool and dry, was the only comfort he could find.
It was more than he was used to.
“You’re okay.” Jensen dragged him out of the darkness and into a brightly lit room. Everything was white, glaring, and it made Cougar’s head want to explode.
He forced himself to make an assessment.
Concussion, obviously.
Ribs, broken, wrists, sprained, lungs…on fire.
Waterboarding was more fucked up than it sounded.
Last time he’d been with it, there had been four really pissed mercs in the room with him. He was more than happy to trade them for Jensen, it just left him wondering how.
And why he was propped up against Jensen’s lap liked he was dying.
Fuck. Jensen had a comfortable lap, and Cougar might have been dying for all he knew.
He didn’t fucking care.
It wasn’t until later, until Clay and Pooch arrived and let them out of the room that Cougar saw the bodies, saw the blood, and wondered how and when Jensen had lost himself in the darkness.
He saw the question reflected in Clay’s eyes and Pooch’s horror.
When he asked Jensen about it, Jensen just shrugged. “You think any of us would be where we are now if we weren’t capable of paying back like for like?”
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:53 pm (UTC)All of them are awesome. The arcade one is adorable and hilarious!!
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-19 08:27 am (UTC)The DDRR one? Ridiculously awesome. Poor Cougs! Your life is hard!
The final one? Also awesome. Oh Jensen, baby, of course you'd be as hard as the rest of them, but it still hurts to see it.
Yay!
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Date: 2010-07-19 01:21 pm (UTC)I so HEART your writing!
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Date: 2010-07-20 02:28 am (UTC)RE: the third one - I have to say, it makes me so happy I could do a fucking dance to see someone portray Jensen as just as capable at killing as the rest of them. Don't get me wrong, I do see Jensen as being kept out of a lot of it, a kind of little brother to the rest, but still. You don't get to be Special Ops without being pretty badass. After all, he got a sweet ass gun from a Honduran general. :)
So all in all, thank you for making Jensen gentle and badass and loving and dangerous all at the same time.