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First Aid - by Philomytha - fandom Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold [Archive of Our Own]
"He's been there almost five hours, sir," Briggs said. "He refuses to move, he refuses to let my men take him anywhere else, he won't even accept a coat and it's been raining all night. The last time I tried to talk to him, he pulled out a nerve disruptor and said he'd shoot the next ImpSec bastard who bothered him. And I know we're not supposed to upset him, but that was an hour and a half ago, sir. We can't go on like this."

Simon could picture it all too clearly. "And where are you?" he asked.

"Well, that's the thing. We're in Turnpike Street, just past the monorail bridge."

A five-minute walk from Simon's apartment. He could see where this was going.

"And you want me to come and see if I can talk some sense into him?"

"Well, sir..." Briggs sounded timid, as if asking a tremendous favour. But then, he could have no way of knowing that it wasn't even a question: when Aral needed him, Simon would go, day or night, on duty or off.
vorkosigan  fanfic  slash  nsfw  aral_vorkosigan.simon_illyan  author.Philomytha  rec.all_fanfic  rec.flawless 
august 2012 by lorem_ipsum
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