Harry and Sean- Freedom... or maybe not.
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palace_seanHarry sat, dressed and ready, swinging his legs impatiently as they dangled off the bed. He checked his watch for the thirty-seventh time in the past ten minutes and scowled, huffing indignantly. His bag was packed, he'd been dressed and ready for an hour, the nurse had been by to check his dressing again and his discharge papers had been signed and handed back in to the desk. "Where the bloody FUCK is Sean!" Harry glared at the door, demanding an answer.
Sean pushed the door open and was confronted by a scowling Harry. He grinned, having expected nothing less, and said, "Nice to see you, too." The room was tidy and cleared of Harry's stuff, his few possessions zipped into the duffel bag on the end of the bed. Sean walked over and picked it up. "Ready to go?"
"About fucking time you showed up!" Harry growled, getting off the bed slowly, still tender. He tried to hold the glare, but couldn't keep it going- he was just way too happy to be getting out of there, and was unable to stop from grinning. "C'mon- lets haul ass before they decide something else needs removing, yeah?"
"Sure." Sean was ready to ignore the grouching and the swearing, he knew how much Harry hated hospitals and besides, he'd be getting his own back very shortly. "After you." He held the door ajar and let Harry precede him, waited patiently while he said goodbye to one or two of the nurses and another patient and guided him into the lift. On the ground floor, a car was waiting outside the front doors and Sean kept an eye on Harry as they walked toward it, to make sure he wasn't tiring and in the hope that he didn't notice the vehicle was not a 'city' car.
Harry grinned the whole way out, walking as fast as he could, refusing to show the slightest sign of fatigue for fear that someone would decide that he wasn't ready to go home yet. It comes to that, I'm ripping Sean's shirt off and hauling ass... that'll distract 'em long enough for me to make it out the door. Harry nodded to himself, pleased with his contingency plan and walked out the main doors, pausing to take a deep breath- it had been a long time since he’d been outside, then heading directly to the car and climbing inside, wincing only slightly as he settled himself and closed the door.
Phew. So far, so good. Sean put Harry's duffel in the trunk, checking the other items that were there while he was at it and, satisfied that everything he'd ordered had been done, closed the lid and walked around to his side of the car, sliding in beside Harry. "How ya doing?" he asked as the car began to move in response to his nod. He reached across and hit the switch to bring up the window between the two compartments and turned to look at Harry. He was a bit pale, but otherwise looked okay. "Ready for a bit of rest and relaxation are we?" he added.
Harry looked over at Sean, mild exasperation in his eyes. "I'm fine- Sean- I've been resting and relaxing since I woke up- I'm done with that now. I just want to go back to normal." And normal means going back to work. "So- has Elijah sent you the notes I had put together on the intake before I was away? It's going to be a rush down to the wire now, damn it all, but I think we can still make it by the day."
Sean stuck his fingers in his ears and hummed. Loudly. He could see Harry giving him an exasperated look but he didn't stop. In fact, he turned his head and admired the view as the car moved through the traffic heading uphill toward Palace.
"Sean? Sean, stop being a cunt, would you? SEAN!" Harry reached out and swatted Sean upside the head. "I'll shut up, okay- Christ!" he folded his arms in front of him and pouted.
The car pulled to a halt, engine running and Sean reached out with a hand and stalled Harry's attempt to reach for the door. "Don't." he said. "Got to tell you something first." He was hard-pressed to keep the smirk off his face and he cracked his own door open just a little before giving the nod to the driver though the darkened glass. The man blinked his acknowledgment and Sean saw his hand move to the dash.
Harry furrowed his brow and looked at Sean, confused. They were here, he was home, and all he wanted was to walk up those steps and... "Okay, fine- what do you have to tell me?" Harry asked, fidgeting in his seat, anxious to get out of the car.
"I'm going back to work." Sean told him. "You, however, are not." Harry opened his mouth and Sean raised a hand to silence him. "You're going away, Harry." he told him, unable to hide the grin any more. "To the country to convalesce." Harry's mouth dropped open and sounds of protest issued from between his lips, but no words as yet. Sean took advantage of the distraction to slide his hand quickly into Harry's pocket and snatch the com unit he could see outlined against the fabric. He put it in his own pocket before Harry could take it back.
"Sean- this better be a fucking joke, even though it isn't fucking funny!" Harry growled, finally finding words but still too stunned to actually get up and get out of the car. "Give me back my goddamned com already!"
"No joke. Orders. In fact, Royal orders, Harry. You're going and that's that!" He didn't mention which royal had given the orders, although he was certain Marton would back them up, figuring Harry'd be more inclined to fight if he knew it was Christian who'd set this up. Sliding a little closer to his open door he smiled at Harry. "Bit of time with Liam and yer friend Johnny down on the farm will do you the world of good, man. All that fresh country air, good food, hearty breakfasts . . . why, I almost envy you." he chuckled.
"Royal- which- Liam's- you- bloody- fuck this shit, I'm going home!" Harry exploded, reaching for his door handle and yanking on it- staring blankly for a moment before it clicked in that it hadn't opened. Wasn't opened. Was fucking locked! Harry turned towards Sean, a growl sounding from low in his chest.
But Sean wasn't there any more. He'd taken advantage of Harry's minor fit of anger to slide out of the car and he was shutting the door as Harry turned, giving him a finger wave through the tinted window and mouthing the words, 'Have a nice time.' with a big-assed grin on his face before he straightened and tapped on the roof of the car, signaling the driver that it was time to leave. The driver, under strict instructions would not be stopping anywhere between Balize and Liam's place and the vehicle was equipped for high-speed, out-of-city, travel. Harry'd be there in no time, arrive in comfort and in style and, what was even better from Sean's point-of-view, unable to escape the car's confines, due to the child-proof locks engaged from the dashboard. The car slid off down the hill and Sean waved at the face staring back at him out of the rear window, laughing at Harry's irate expression as it vanished over the rise.
"Gotcha." he chuckled to himself, head shaking, before he turned and went up the stairs and back to work.
Harry glared at Sean, grabbing for the door handle on his side even though he knew it would be locked, banging on the partition and being completely ignored, reaching for his com- "No, don't have that anymore because that fucking overpriced overrated TART stole it out of my pocket- god DAMN it- no fair pulling shit like that when I"m off my game!" Harry hollered back out the window towards a rapidly shrinking Palace, then turned back to face front, kicking the back of the seat in front of him , not even sorry for behaving like a two year old having a tantrum.
“Okay- royal command. Marton wouldn’t help... okay, yes he bloody would, but he wouldn't resort to a sneak attack- he'd tell me to siddown, shuddup and rest... might say it nicer'n that though." Harry mused, hardly realizing he was talking out loud. "So that means it was-" //CHRISTIAN BALE CSOKAS!// Harry screamed in his mind as loud as he possibly could.
The yell was near deafening on even a mental scale but Christian had been expecting it for the last half hour and so he just grinned, turned his back on the Council and said mildly, //Yes?//
//It was you, wasn't it? I don't even need an answer to that one- I bloody KNOW it was bloody you!// Harry ranted, all righteous indignation.
Much as he'd have loved to spend a little time tweaking Harry's out-of-joint nose, Christian was in a meeting. He sent a mental chuckle and, adding a warm, friendly-sounding, //Have a nice time.// that he knew'd drive Harry nuts, he cut the communication off, blocking Harry completely. See you when you're well, mate, he thought, turning back to business.
Sean pushed the door open and was confronted by a scowling Harry. He grinned, having expected nothing less, and said, "Nice to see you, too." The room was tidy and cleared of Harry's stuff, his few possessions zipped into the duffel bag on the end of the bed. Sean walked over and picked it up. "Ready to go?"
"About fucking time you showed up!" Harry growled, getting off the bed slowly, still tender. He tried to hold the glare, but couldn't keep it going- he was just way too happy to be getting out of there, and was unable to stop from grinning. "C'mon- lets haul ass before they decide something else needs removing, yeah?"
"Sure." Sean was ready to ignore the grouching and the swearing, he knew how much Harry hated hospitals and besides, he'd be getting his own back very shortly. "After you." He held the door ajar and let Harry precede him, waited patiently while he said goodbye to one or two of the nurses and another patient and guided him into the lift. On the ground floor, a car was waiting outside the front doors and Sean kept an eye on Harry as they walked toward it, to make sure he wasn't tiring and in the hope that he didn't notice the vehicle was not a 'city' car.
Harry grinned the whole way out, walking as fast as he could, refusing to show the slightest sign of fatigue for fear that someone would decide that he wasn't ready to go home yet. It comes to that, I'm ripping Sean's shirt off and hauling ass... that'll distract 'em long enough for me to make it out the door. Harry nodded to himself, pleased with his contingency plan and walked out the main doors, pausing to take a deep breath- it had been a long time since he’d been outside, then heading directly to the car and climbing inside, wincing only slightly as he settled himself and closed the door.
Phew. So far, so good. Sean put Harry's duffel in the trunk, checking the other items that were there while he was at it and, satisfied that everything he'd ordered had been done, closed the lid and walked around to his side of the car, sliding in beside Harry. "How ya doing?" he asked as the car began to move in response to his nod. He reached across and hit the switch to bring up the window between the two compartments and turned to look at Harry. He was a bit pale, but otherwise looked okay. "Ready for a bit of rest and relaxation are we?" he added.
Harry looked over at Sean, mild exasperation in his eyes. "I'm fine- Sean- I've been resting and relaxing since I woke up- I'm done with that now. I just want to go back to normal." And normal means going back to work. "So- has Elijah sent you the notes I had put together on the intake before I was away? It's going to be a rush down to the wire now, damn it all, but I think we can still make it by the day."
Sean stuck his fingers in his ears and hummed. Loudly. He could see Harry giving him an exasperated look but he didn't stop. In fact, he turned his head and admired the view as the car moved through the traffic heading uphill toward Palace.
"Sean? Sean, stop being a cunt, would you? SEAN!" Harry reached out and swatted Sean upside the head. "I'll shut up, okay- Christ!" he folded his arms in front of him and pouted.
The car pulled to a halt, engine running and Sean reached out with a hand and stalled Harry's attempt to reach for the door. "Don't." he said. "Got to tell you something first." He was hard-pressed to keep the smirk off his face and he cracked his own door open just a little before giving the nod to the driver though the darkened glass. The man blinked his acknowledgment and Sean saw his hand move to the dash.
Harry furrowed his brow and looked at Sean, confused. They were here, he was home, and all he wanted was to walk up those steps and... "Okay, fine- what do you have to tell me?" Harry asked, fidgeting in his seat, anxious to get out of the car.
"I'm going back to work." Sean told him. "You, however, are not." Harry opened his mouth and Sean raised a hand to silence him. "You're going away, Harry." he told him, unable to hide the grin any more. "To the country to convalesce." Harry's mouth dropped open and sounds of protest issued from between his lips, but no words as yet. Sean took advantage of the distraction to slide his hand quickly into Harry's pocket and snatch the com unit he could see outlined against the fabric. He put it in his own pocket before Harry could take it back.
"Sean- this better be a fucking joke, even though it isn't fucking funny!" Harry growled, finally finding words but still too stunned to actually get up and get out of the car. "Give me back my goddamned com already!"
"No joke. Orders. In fact, Royal orders, Harry. You're going and that's that!" He didn't mention which royal had given the orders, although he was certain Marton would back them up, figuring Harry'd be more inclined to fight if he knew it was Christian who'd set this up. Sliding a little closer to his open door he smiled at Harry. "Bit of time with Liam and yer friend Johnny down on the farm will do you the world of good, man. All that fresh country air, good food, hearty breakfasts . . . why, I almost envy you." he chuckled.
"Royal- which- Liam's- you- bloody- fuck this shit, I'm going home!" Harry exploded, reaching for his door handle and yanking on it- staring blankly for a moment before it clicked in that it hadn't opened. Wasn't opened. Was fucking locked! Harry turned towards Sean, a growl sounding from low in his chest.
But Sean wasn't there any more. He'd taken advantage of Harry's minor fit of anger to slide out of the car and he was shutting the door as Harry turned, giving him a finger wave through the tinted window and mouthing the words, 'Have a nice time.' with a big-assed grin on his face before he straightened and tapped on the roof of the car, signaling the driver that it was time to leave. The driver, under strict instructions would not be stopping anywhere between Balize and Liam's place and the vehicle was equipped for high-speed, out-of-city, travel. Harry'd be there in no time, arrive in comfort and in style and, what was even better from Sean's point-of-view, unable to escape the car's confines, due to the child-proof locks engaged from the dashboard. The car slid off down the hill and Sean waved at the face staring back at him out of the rear window, laughing at Harry's irate expression as it vanished over the rise.
"Gotcha." he chuckled to himself, head shaking, before he turned and went up the stairs and back to work.
Harry glared at Sean, grabbing for the door handle on his side even though he knew it would be locked, banging on the partition and being completely ignored, reaching for his com- "No, don't have that anymore because that fucking overpriced overrated TART stole it out of my pocket- god DAMN it- no fair pulling shit like that when I"m off my game!" Harry hollered back out the window towards a rapidly shrinking Palace, then turned back to face front, kicking the back of the seat in front of him , not even sorry for behaving like a two year old having a tantrum.
“Okay- royal command. Marton wouldn’t help... okay, yes he bloody would, but he wouldn't resort to a sneak attack- he'd tell me to siddown, shuddup and rest... might say it nicer'n that though." Harry mused, hardly realizing he was talking out loud. "So that means it was-" //CHRISTIAN BALE CSOKAS!// Harry screamed in his mind as loud as he possibly could.
The yell was near deafening on even a mental scale but Christian had been expecting it for the last half hour and so he just grinned, turned his back on the Council and said mildly, //Yes?//
//It was you, wasn't it? I don't even need an answer to that one- I bloody KNOW it was bloody you!// Harry ranted, all righteous indignation.
Much as he'd have loved to spend a little time tweaking Harry's out-of-joint nose, Christian was in a meeting. He sent a mental chuckle and, adding a warm, friendly-sounding, //Have a nice time.// that he knew'd drive Harry nuts, he cut the communication off, blocking Harry completely. See you when you're well, mate, he thought, turning back to business.
