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[aut_nihil]

Pope doesn't go on as many missions as he once did. But he sees trouble brewing in the future, in the solo orders Carver was given, and he can't stomach staying behind when Carver might face the worst alone.

So he defies his own orders and he goes with Carver.

And things go sideways. They're outnumbered despite his best efforts and his warnings, and they're gathered up, hoods on their heads, arms tied behind their backs.

Carver's strong though. They're going to make it through this. He's going to get them through this.

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[aut_nihil]

"I got him out alive," Pope spits, because all morning all he can think is that he should have acted sooner. This is his fault. "And I don't care for your tone."

[nootherway]

"Yeah, well, you can write me up," Riley replies flatly. He's never seen Carver like this - never. It scares him, and in his fear he turns sharp. "But you won't because I was never here, was I?"

"Anders -" Shaw tries.

"Don't." He closes his eyes, shifting to hold Carver's hand. "Just don't. He doesn't deserve this shit."

[aut_nihil]

No. Carver didn't deserve what happened to him. And that's why Pope went after him; that's why Pope defied it all and got captured with him. Because Carver deserved better.

"He knows his job. He chose this job," Pope says instead.

[nootherway]

Then why'd you let this happen, Riley wants to demand. He already knows the answer, though. He always does.

He just exhales through his teeth, furious and unable to do anything with it. "He loves you," Riley informs them both, with no small amount of bitterness. Of course they know. They rely on it, don't they? "And now here we are."

[aut_nihil]

They have never said it, of course. There are lines. But yes, he knows. Just like--he hopes--Carver knows Pope loves him like a son.

(He thinks, against his will, of what he was made to do to Carver and flinches.)

"No one signs up thinking they'll be safe, Anders. You should know that better than most."

[nootherway]

There's a whole lot they're not saying, the both of them. A heavy, conspiratorial silence hanging over the room. Riley squeezes Carver's hand tight, hating this. He wants to climb in bed with Carver and hold him.

"Sure," Riley agrees flatly. It's all such a grand adventure. A grand sacrifice. Thank you for your service. "What happened?"

They're going to lie, he knows. They're going to bullshit him. They always will.

[aut_nihil]

Pope has the same zip tie bruises on his wrists that Carver does. Has the same bruises on his face.

"It's classified," he says because that's all he can actually say. "Things went sideways. But we got out."

Pope did, at least. It remains to be seen if Carver has really made it out alive or not.

[nootherway]

But they still brought him in. Even though he's not one of their yes-men, part of their fucked up little orphan club that Pope and his cohort are so proud of. Riley bows his head, rubbing Carver's knuckles. They brought him because something's wrong with Carver, something is very wrong, and they couldn't do it through official channels.

Riley wants badly to believe that they care. That they want to be human beings about this.

Then he exhales sharply and does what he wanted to from the start and just climbs onto the bed and lies down next to Carver. "This is classified, too," he tells them flatly.

Say a fucking word, he dares them, staring at Pope. Say a fucking word.

[aut_nihil]

Pope wants very badly to say something about it, but he doesn't. Isn't this why he asked for Anders? Because Carver needs some gentle attention, something that doesn't hurt?

Besides, this thing, whatever it is that's going on between them, is temporary. When Carver is a Reaper it will be over.

"You'd better be good at hiding that shit from everyone else," Pope says. "I won't see my boy thrown out before his time, lose all his benefits, because of you."

[nootherway]

Carver's more out of it than not, but he makes a small sound and curls into Riley's chest. And it's easy to get an arm around him like this, to cup a hand to the back of his head and just hold him while the dog watches and these two, sober and bitter, watch in turn. Pope looks so goddamn smug saying that shit.

They always do, don't they?

"Your boy?" Riley repeats, softening his voice so he won't disturb Carver. "Your boy?"

What the fuck.

"Pope," Shaw warns softly. Sensing a fight.

[aut_nihil]

"My boy," he says again, though he doesn't take a step forward to challenge Riley like he would have if not for Shaw.

"You think I went through hell for just some soldier?"

[nootherway]

"Enough," Sergeant Shaw warns, stepping between them. Riley almost pushes, puffing himself up to raise his voice and make a fucking scene because how dare these fuckers, how dare they try and claim Carver?

But there are deep bruises around Pope's wrists, too. They've been tortured, Riley knows.

"We're trying," she continues, her gaze flicking between Riley and Pope in equal warning, "to keep him calm. I'm going to make some coffee. Stand the fuck down."

[aut_nihil]

Pope listens to Shaw where he ignores every other person in the world so he scoffs and steps aside.

"We need to get some fluids in him," he mutters to her.

[nootherway]

Leah steps closer to him, lowering her voice. Some sniping was inevitable, she thinks, but she has no patience for it. No time. They need to keep Carver calm so he won't fight when the doctor comes, so it'll go as smooth as it possibly can with the rest. In that, she thinks, Riley Anders will do his job. She's never caught them in anything, but she's seen how they move around each other. The way that they look to each other from across a crowd and smile ever so slightly.

There's kindness there. A level of care that isn't written first in obligation.

"I'll get another IV in him," she murmurs. "It'd be better if he could eat some more. Maybe Anders can get him up."

She's worried. They both are.

[aut_nihil]

"I'll make some food. You get the IV in him." He needs to do something, move around, even if MRE's aren't exactly difficult or engaging work.

[nootherway]

"Don't start a fight," she murmurs, meeting his eyes. It's clear that Pope wants to. Clearer too that they cannot afford it.

But she goes to get an IV into Carver, in the meantime. His stillness scares her, deep down.

[aut_nihil]

"If he wants to fight me I'll throw his ass out," Pope growls.

There's nothing Riley can do for Carver that Washington can't do instead.

[nootherway]

"Pope," she warns, very softly. This is important. She just gives him a long look, her gaze drifting over to the bed where Carver's curled into Anders, how he's finally settled and isn't shaking anymore. How Anders stares back at them with a flat sort of intensity and strokes Carver's hair.

[aut_nihil]

Pope bristles but before he can say anything to antagonize further there's a knock on the door. Pope lets Washington in, who looks at Shaw with a little nod and a, "Hey, sis."

Then he sees Carver and rushes to him. "What happened?"

[fortitudosalutis]

Everyone’s angry now, even if they’re not yelling. Carver curls himself tighter around Riley, hiding against his chest and almost sick with gratitude that Riley just holds him and allows it. That he can close his eyes and pretend to disappear, breathing in the scent of Riley’s skin and the starch of his uniform.

He stiffens at the sound of the door but just holds tighter to Riley.

“He’s hurt,” Riley explains softly.

“Wash?” Carver murmurs.

[aut_nihil]

"Yeah," Wash says, trying not to sound as worried as he is. He pushes Carver's hair back, frowns. "You're burning up. You look like shit," he says then, trying for a joke. "Where you been?"

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver shivers and just hides his face against Riley’s chest, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter,” he murmurs. “Doesn’t…matter.”

Riley holds him tight. “Just rest,” he murmurs. “I got you. We got you.”

Carver shivers again. “It hurts,” he whispers. It really hurts.

[aut_nihil]

"Hey no one's getting through that door to hurt you more, you get me?" Wash says, his voice quiet but iron clad.

He looks up, sees Pope. Sees the bruises and goes a little grey.

"Where the hell is that doctor, Shaw?" Pope snaps.

[fortitudosalutis]

"Ten minutes," she responds, checking her phone.

Carver stiffens, lifting his head. "No doctor," he insists. "I'm fine."

"Brandon-" Riley tries.

"I'm fine!" he snaps, louder, anxious. "Nothing happened!"

[aut_nihil]

Pope moves to his side.

"Easy, son. We're going to take care of you. We're... Going to take care of me, too. I'm going through it too you hear me? One last thing and then we're done."