fellowshippers | Time Waste Me Part 7

Title: Time Waste Me (7/8)
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Elijah is kidnapped. In this part, Dom receives a phone call.
Archive: Once You Pop (You Can't Stop)
Author's Notes: This part is more violent than the others, so be warned. Thankyou to the effulgent

di0nne, my beta.

For the second time since arriving, Elijah lay on the concrete floor
bleeding. A ring on Al's finger had broken through Elijah's skin on
his cheekbone, and his whole face throbbed. He wondered whether it
might be broken. Seconds later he was made painfully aware that this
wasn't the case. The pain ripping through his ribs as Al kicked them
was a thousand times wore, and he let out a burbled scream. "You want
to get home, fucker, I'm your only ticket. You should've fucking
known not to disobey me, shithead," Al said in a disturbingly
calm voice. He removed something from his pocket to wipe his hands
with and, squinting, Elijah saw that it was a standard plane-issue
moist towelette. In spite of the stabbing pain in his side and against
his better judgement, Elijah giggled. "Are you crying, you
little fuck?" Al asked harshly. As Elijah looked up at his kidnapper's
cruel, gold-toothed smile and cold eyes, he had what could only be
described as an epiphany.

They needed Elijah to live for their plan to work. For Al to get the
money he wanted he needed to keep Elijah alive, no matter how much the
bastard may have wanted to kill him. No matter how much Elijah was
hurting he was still conscious, still kicking, and now all he had to do
was hold on until tonight, when his Dom was coming for him. Elijah had
always been able to bounce back easily, and he knew that he could come
back from this. This warehouse, the entire crisis, wouldn't be the end
for him. Slowly Elijah forced himself to his feet. He realised he must
have looked ridiculous, with tears of pain pouring down his face, his
entire body pale and shaking, clothing ripped and bloody. As he got to
his feet, though, he knew he was stronger than any of them had given
him credit for.

He was going to live, and he was going to see Dom again tonight, and
nothing in the world could prevent that from happening.

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It was almost funny, really, watching Sean and Detective Holder arguing
with Billy and Orlando. Dom had watched enough TV to know that once
the police had found out what was going on they were never going to let
Dom get away with going for Elijah alone. In a way he was frustrated
about the situation, but in the end he decided it would probably be for
the best. What the hell did Dom know about hostage situations? He'd
already fucked up once on the phone, he didn't want the weight of
Elijah's life on his shoulders. "If they see you, Elijah could be
killed," Orlando yelled, causing Debbie to blanch. Sean sent him a
reproachful look. "If we don't go, both your friends will probably die,
Mr. Bloom," Holder replied as calmly as possible. Debbie uttered a
small sob and had to leave the room yet again, but Dom just smiled to
himself a little. Orlando was beginning to get under the skin of a man
who, until now, Dom would probably have described as unflappable.

Dom had resolved himself at this point to do everything in his power to
bring Elijah home, and had realised that having police involvement was
going to be the only safe way to do it. Holder seemed both trustworthy
and intelligent from what Dom had seen of the man, and if nothing else
he had at least proven himself calm and logical in the face of extreme
circumstances. After Dom's previous repression, Debbie's scattered
emotional outbursts and Orlando's current behaviour, Dom was willing to
believe Holder could handle pretty much anything.

He took a deep breath and stood up to enter the fray. He took Orlando
by the arm. The taller man spun around, face furious, ready to take on
anyone who dared to disagree with him, but softened when he saw who had
commandeered his attention. "I know how you feel," Dom assured Orlando
in a low voice, gripping his arm tightly. "But I think it's about time
we trusted that Holder knows what he's doing, after all the shit that
he's put up with from us." Orlando opened his mouth to counter, but
Dom cut him off. "Besides, nobody is going to stop these guys from
doing their job and following protocol, not even the brightest,
shiniest new star in Hollywood." He flashed Orlando a cheeky grin that
shone from his tired face, and after a huffed sigh Orlando nodded. He
patted Dom on the shoulder a little too hard and turned to face Sean
and Holder. "Dom thinks we should let the police go too," he said,
slightly wounded but with finality. He nodded to the detective and
rubbed Sean's arm by way of apology, then led the other hobbit away so
that Dom could speak to the detective alone. Holder regarded Dom
seriously. "You know we will do our best to-" Dom waved a hand at him,
nodding. "I know. You'll try not to get us killed," he said wearily.
"Good. There's a briefing in ten minutes, you might want to - get
changed, or shower, or something. Relax for a few minutes. It's going
to be a rough night."

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Dom could see Billy's reflection in the darkened car window,
interrupted every few moments by the light of a streetlamp which
superimposed itself over his friend's image like a ghostly spectre
before disappearing. Billy was worried, the lines on his face seeming
darker than ever, but Dom's face was blank. It wasn't that he was
repressing his feelings, trying not to think. He simply couldn't feel.
He was numb, from the top of his head past the bulletproof jacket
hidden beneath his jacket to his feet. He knew what he had to do, the
mental image of the plan on permanent repeat in his mind, ending with
Elijah's face before he replayed it again.

When Billy touched his knee he jumped, his breath catching, and Holder
looked around from the front seat in concern. Dom waved him back and
patted Billy's hand. Billy nodded to him, a simple sign of support,
and Dom breathed as deeply as he could as the car turned the corner and
entered a quite side street packed with cops. He blinked
disbelievingly at the sheer number of people. He was quickly ushered
out of the car and, with a final squeeze of Billy's hand, shown into
his car that he hadn't seen for days. From now on he was on his own.

Breathing more heavily now, he drove himself around the corner to the
parking lot he'd been instructed to find, which was surrounded by
unmanned heavy machinery, blocked from outside view. Clearly the
kidnappers weren't stupid. Blinking away the light-headed ache he was
starting to feel acutely, he stopped the car with an alarming screech
and stumbled out. The lights were bright, and he had to squint to see.
Faintly he could see the outline of several men, one smaller and tied
up, and his heart skipped several beats. In spite of the bad
visibility, he knew it was Elijah. "Walk forward four steps and put the
money on the ground," a harsh voice called out clearly. Dom nodded
and, shaking, did as he was told, then stepped back gingerly. One of
the dark shadows moved forward to collect the bag. Dom's heart was
beating in his throat as he saw the figures conversing, throwing
nervous looks around him.

Soon the entire group were converging on him, bringing Elijah closer.
They ripped the tape from Elijah's mouth and hands and threw him
forwards, so close that Dom could almost touch him, and then pulled out
several guns.

The shouting took him by surprise, gunshots ringing out, and his
instinct was to grab Elijah and throw him down, feeling Elijah's
blood-sticky wrist beneath his fingers as the sound carried on around
them. Feet hit him in the side and Elijah groaned with pain and then
there was another gunshot, far too loud, and he felt blood on his face
and screamed Elijah's name.

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Time Waste Me Part 7

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