Title: Lock, Stock
and One Violent Beating
Author: Fastfood junkie
Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Summary – Soap gets himself into a spot of bother.
Short, slightly slashy fic.
Pairing – Ed/Soap
Lock, Stock and One Violent Beating
by Fastfood Junkie
Soap lifted one shaking hand and wiped the back of it across his nose,
grimacing as it came back dripping blood. Trying to sit up, he growled as
dizziness threatened to topple his balance and a sharp shard of glass
pierced the palm of his hand. Pulling away, he leant against the wall and
put his pounding head in his hands, trying desperately to breathe
properly. The ache in his ribs intensified to a sharp pain every time he
inhaled and it blurred his vision to a grey haze.
The warehouse was
empty now. A slight cloud of disturbed dust floated near the roof, visible
in the beams from the streetlights outside that shone into the building
dimly. Wrapping an arm around his chest, Soap glanced from the smashed
window near the door to the glass that crunched underneath his body,
shuddering in memory of what had happened. His head fell back against the
cold stone wall and he swallowed nervously, closing his eyes to block out
the ugly picture.
His heart jerked
violently and he lifted his head, an action which he soon regretted as the
room began to tilt again. The noise outside was followed by a long moment
of silence, before a silhouetted figure appeared in the space where the
door used to be at the far end of the warehouse. Trying to curl into the
wall, Soap bit his lip, heart hammering painfully behind his bruised ribs.
Two single footsteps echoed softly around the rafters as the dark figure
stepped forwards, head turned in the direction of the crumpled body. It
seemed as though he was staring into the darkness, unsure of what he was
seeing, before a curse escaped him loudly. Soap instantly recognised the
It came out as a whisper and he choked as the blood in his mouth slipped
down his throat. A hand patted him on the back and he gasped as his ribs
protested once more.
“Shhh, it’s ok mate,
you’re safe now.”
The familiar, comforting voice hovered above his head somewhere and as the
coughing subsided, he looked up shakily. Ed was on his knees, gazing at
him with a worried expression. His arms wrapped around Soap’s body gently,
pulling him onto his lap and running a hand through his dark hair.
“Fuck, you’re shivering
all over. What happened?”
The question he didn’t want to answer was the one he knew would come
first. Opening his mouth, he tried to think of the easiest way to explain
“I bumped into a few old
acquaintances. They decided they wanted to uhhh…get some payback…”
“Payback? For what?”
Ed watched as his friend’s green eyes softened, taking on a haunted glow
in the darkness. He could tell straight away that it was something
extremely private. For the first time since they had known each other,
Soap stumbled over his words.
I can’t tell you mate.”
Ed’s long fingers ran over the bruises on Soap’s cheekbones, wiping away
the blood that trailed from his lips. He nodded in understanding and spent
a moment taking in his friend’s appearance. The long black coat was gone
and his grey shirt was untucked and ripped in places. Red-brown liquid
that had dripped from his nose had stained the material.
“You need to go to
hospital.” He commented quietly, knowing even so that there was no way
he’d get the other man to go within five miles of a doctor. As expected,
Soap’s eyes widened and he shook his head, moving closer to Ed’s warmth in
an almost child-like manner.
“Please Soap,” he
sighed, “I don’t think I can look after you by myself. You might have
broken ribs or something.”
Leaning down he placed a
soft hand on the side of his friend’s face and tilted it so that they
could look at each other. He was surprised to see painful tears building
up in a shimmering layer in Soap’s eyes and he swallowed the lump in his
“I don’t want you to get
hurt even more.”
The smaller man nodded imperceptibly, gazing at him intensely.
“Only if you stay.”
Ed smiled, ruffling the
dark curls affectionately. Inwardly he was trying to fight an overwhelming
sense of anger. He could tell there must have been at least three on one,
and it appeared they had enjoyed fucking with Soap’s mind aswell as his
body. There was no way he was going to let this go, but for the moment he
pushed it to the back of his mind. He would be able to get Bacon and Tom
in to help later, as soon as Soap was back on his feet. Lifting his
friend’s head slightly with his hand, he bent down and kissed him softly,
tasting the metallic blood that trickled from his lips.
“Course I’ll stay you
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