Pairing: Elder Nolan McNamara/Arcade Gannon Kink: Slash Summary: Giving medical advice on stress relief turns into practical implementation of the same. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
After having followed the Courier faithfully throughout various parts of the Mojave for months and never questioning once neither her intentions nor her goals, Arcade found himself wondering if this latest venture of hers would be his doom. She had told him she was on good terms with the Brotherhood, albeit cautiously, but being inside the bunker in what was called Hidden Valley, he became aware just how good these terms really were. They would be staying overnight, she had told him cheerfully, and he had managed a bland smile to hide his uneasiness at being inside a place that reminded him far more of a past he was desperately trying to forget, or at least hide, than he liked.
There was no way he would actually be able to sleep inside the steel maze without falling victim to nightmares, he was sure of that, and so he spent his time wandering aimlessly around. Several members of the brotherhood cast him wary glances, but for all they knew he was just a companion of the Courier, a doctor of the Followers. Had they known his secret he wouldn’t even have the time to think a single obscenity to ease his passing, but since they had no way of knowing, things were likely to stay peaceful and he likely to stay alive.
Maybe things didn’t look too bright at the moment, however. Looking around, Arcade realised he had managed to get himself lost during his aimless strolling around. He hesitated, hoped he wouldn’t stumble into some forbidden parts of the bunker and opened a door. Half expecting someone to shout at him what the hell he was doing here he was a little surprised at hearing precisely those words, yet in a much milder, almost polite and friendly voice. “May I ask what you are doing here?” Nolan McNamara gave him a mildly inquisitive look, but didn’t seem upset. “I gather you have lost your way. Not really surprising, the bunker takes a bit of getting used to.” Arcade slowly looked up and realised he had stumbled right into the Elder’s control room. A strained, embarrassed smile took control of his facial features. “Indeed. I couldn’t sleep, and since I couldn’t just step outside for a breath of air I... well...” “No need to apologize”, McNamara fell in. “I am aware how unsettling the bunker can be.” Arcade shrugged. “I guess so.” McNamara’s eyes darted this way and that for a moment. “Here, you are a doctor of the Followers, aren’t you? You wouldn’t have some sort of...aid available for someone who suffers from a more or less permanent sleep disorder?” Arcade pushed his glasses up his nose and eyed the Elder cautiously. “Are you referring to yourself, sir?” McNamara’s smile narrowed into a thin line. “Indeed I am. Schuler, our medic, that is, had no idea how to help me, other than give me drugs that would make me sleep, which I declined. I suppose I do not have to tell you about the side effects of those.” “Certainly not”, Arcade gave back and took a few more steps into the room. “Can you clarify the symptoms? Restlessness? A Racing heartbeat? Blood pressure...”
The Rod of Aesculapius 1/?
Kink: Slash
Summary: Giving medical advice on stress relief turns into practical implementation of the same.
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After having followed the Courier faithfully throughout various parts of the Mojave for months and never questioning once neither her intentions nor her goals, Arcade found himself wondering if this latest venture of hers would be his doom. She had told him she was on good terms with the Brotherhood, albeit cautiously, but being inside the bunker in what was called Hidden Valley, he became aware just how good these terms really were. They would be staying overnight, she had told him cheerfully, and he had managed a bland smile to hide his uneasiness at being inside a place that reminded him far more of a past he was desperately trying to forget, or at least hide, than he liked.
There was no way he would actually be able to sleep inside the steel maze without falling victim to nightmares, he was sure of that, and so he spent his time wandering aimlessly around. Several members of the brotherhood cast him wary glances, but for all they knew he was just a companion of the Courier, a doctor of the Followers. Had they known his secret he wouldn’t even have the time to think a single obscenity to ease his passing, but since they had no way of knowing, things were likely to stay peaceful and he likely to stay alive.
Maybe things didn’t look too bright at the moment, however. Looking around, Arcade realised he had managed to get himself lost during his aimless strolling around. He hesitated, hoped he wouldn’t stumble into some forbidden parts of the bunker and opened a door. Half expecting someone to shout at him what the hell he was doing here he was a little surprised at hearing precisely those words, yet in a much milder, almost polite and friendly voice.
“May I ask what you are doing here?” Nolan McNamara gave him a mildly inquisitive look, but didn’t seem upset. “I gather you have lost your way. Not really surprising, the bunker takes a bit of getting used to.”
Arcade slowly looked up and realised he had stumbled right into the Elder’s control room. A strained, embarrassed smile took control of his facial features. “Indeed. I couldn’t sleep, and since I couldn’t just step outside for a breath of air I... well...”
“No need to apologize”, McNamara fell in. “I am aware how unsettling the bunker can be.”
Arcade shrugged. “I guess so.”
McNamara’s eyes darted this way and that for a moment. “Here, you are a doctor of the Followers, aren’t you? You wouldn’t have some sort of...aid available for someone who suffers from a more or less permanent sleep disorder?”
Arcade pushed his glasses up his nose and eyed the Elder cautiously. “Are you referring to yourself, sir?”
McNamara’s smile narrowed into a thin line. “Indeed I am. Schuler, our medic, that is, had no idea how to help me, other than give me drugs that would make me sleep, which I declined. I suppose I do not have to tell you about the side effects of those.”
“Certainly not”, Arcade gave back and took a few more steps into the room. “Can you clarify the symptoms? Restlessness? A Racing heartbeat? Blood pressure...”