Author's Note: This is a SLASH fic. A TRONY (Trent/Tony) Based minutes after Pyramid. I do not own ANYTHING. This is just for entertainment.
He stared at his alarm clock, the red numbers lighting up the room. It was 2:54 in the morning, usually he'd be annoyed at being awake at such an ungodly hour but after the entire Jonas Cobbs mess and having the new SecNav hand him an undercover assignment he thought he'd be in the office for the entire night. However he was let off work earlier than the others, Vance's orders. He had jumped in bed a few hours ago, now he was awake once more, something had been bothering him all night, it hadn't taken long for him to figure it out. Gibbs had returned with Barret and Palmer, but minus Agent Eyepatch. He hadn't questioned, Kort was known to work alone, according to Gibbs that's what got him captured in the first place. For all he knew Kort had just wandered off after being freed from his captivity, but something didn't seem right about that and it only became more suspicious when he asked Vance about Kort. According to Vance it wasn't his concern.
Growling he put his pillow over his head, it wasn't his concern either. So why was he so worried about the Mud-sucking cyclops? Maybe it wasn't worry, maybe curiousity. He had questions about Operation Frankenstein, questions he wasn't particularly proud of having. Sitting up he started getting dressed, his body knowing where they were going before his mind had even decided they were going anywhere's, locking the door behind him he found himself behind the wheel of his car and soon enough where Operation Frankenstein began and ended. Climbing the stairs he kept telling himself the one-eyed teabag wouldn't be here, that he'd have gone by now, however he was proven wrong the moment he set foot in the room. There Kort was lying on his side, his hands still cuffed behind him, a little stream of blood on the back of his head, taking his flashlight out he examined the wound. Wincing at the dark purple and black bruise that covered most of his neck and right back side of his head. Sitting back on his heels he frowned wondering why Kort was left here in such a position when he could easily have a concussion or fracture that could lead to a coma or death. Gibbs would never leave a man behind, yet here was the proof.
To be fair though, Trent had taken a Navy Leuitenant and made him into a monster, in Gibbs' eyes Kort had pulled the trigger on every person who ended up dying in this mess, including Cobbs himself. Looking down at the still body below him, he sighed, shaking his head, Kort may still be Kort but he revealed more of himself the past two weeks then he ever had before, making him question how well he even knew Trent before he hated him. The man had tried to kill him but then again Gibbs had left Kort to die, so he guess they were even now. Sitting back against the wall staring at Kort, who seemed so vulnerable and weak as he lay on the floor unconscious in front of windows that let in the moon and the vast amount of stars. Humans really were little and weak compared to the universe,we meaned so little, we tried to change the world but all we really change is society, the human race will one day die out but the universe will still be here standing strong. He was surprised the weight, and enormity, of the galaxies, of how life really is, didn't come crashing down crushing all humans, that is how gravity works isn't it? But somehow we have weight in a weightless universe and as futile as it is we all try to change the world. To make a lasting impression on the world that no one will ever forget his name, that he'll rise above the universe and become stronger so he'd no longer have to be afraid, and insecure. Most of the time we bluffed as humans. We put on false arrogance to sooth our insecurities, we told ourselves lies to get through the day without a panic attack, we fooled ourselves into thinking we could somehow become bigger than we are. Invincible. The only people who really want invincibility are the ones who have been hurt and burned over and over again, only those with so much hurt could be so terrified of it.
Looking at Trent once more he wondered who had hurt him so badly, that not only did he take a major part of this futile attempt at besting the universe but also of reinventing himself, jumping at the opportunity to be someone else on a constant basis. Not that it was any of his business or his concern, he was just curious, or so he told himself. Unable to see Kort in such a vulnerable position he got up and took out his keys, uncuffing him carefully he gently turned Kort over, cradling and supporting the spy's neck and head in case he was seriously injured, he checked for a pulse, finding a steady one, he tried waking him up, slapping him on the face, sighing he pulled him up, grimacing as he leaned Kort against him, still making sure to cradle his head and neck he picks him up, carrying him down to his car. Cursing at how heavy he was he got behind the wheel of his car panting, his eyes travelling over the man's body, shaking himself he started towards Bethesda. He did not just take a look at Trent Kort's body, as handsome as the man was it was Kort. It was a good forty-five minute drive to the Naval Hospital, he prayed Kort wouldn't wake up, but of course God could never be on his side in anything. Half an hour later Kort was moving around, and mumbling about something.
"Don't...Don't do this. Please." Kort mumbled
Eyes widening, Tony clenched the steering wheel, wondering what the hell was so bad it made Kort plead. A million things went through his mind he just remained silent as Kort kept mumbling in a soft plead, "I'm sorry...I was only following orders...Cobbs don't." Tony shook his head as they entered Bethesda's parking lot, picking Trent back up he carried him into the emergency room, watching the doctors wheel him away, not knowing whether to stay or go he moved to leave finding a nurse blocking his way.
"Sir...until we know what's wrong with him you'll have to stay. Or until you can get a hold of his emergency contact. We may need you to sign a waiver or give us permission to do something that may save his life." The nurse said, not looking up at him as she looked through his folder trying to find his Emergency contact. "Here it is. His Emergency contact is an NCIS Agent Anthony DiNozzo, do you know him?"
"What? That can't be right...I'm Anthony DiNozzo, we don't even like each other." Tony said softly, confusion etched on his face, looking at the file, and seeing his name plain as day typed in the Emergency Contact box. Sighing, he takes a seat in the waiting room for news.
It was only an hour and a half later that he was allowed in to see Trent, who was lying in bed stomach down so the ice they had on his neck could rest comfortably on him, his head heavily bandaged, sitting next to him the doctor finishes taking his vitals and looks at his chart. "Seems to only be a concussion with a minor fracture. He was lucky. Wake him up every half hour for 24 hours, he should be fine."
Nodding he watched the Doctor put his chart at the end of his bed and leave; as he himself got up to leave, he heard Trent cry out as if in pain he swivelled around and went to him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder, he watched Kort's face contort as if in agony, rubbing his arm gently, not sure why he was comforting the man but feeling bad for him all the same he stroked his arm until his face smoothed out and he became peaceful once more. Getting up to leave once more, just wanting to be home and away from this Twilight-Zone weirdness, he accidentally pulled the sheets with him, revealing Kort's back through the hospital gown, sucking in a breath at the scars that lay there he resisted putting a hand on the man's back, seeing him shiver he pulled the sheets back on him, frowning as Kort continued to shake, getting a blanket down he threw that on him gently, not able to believe he was taking care of this man. Or that he felt such great concern for him. He continued to feel him shake, whispering his name in his ear, trying to get him to wake up, he calls for a nurse, who takes his vitals and calls for a heated blanket.
"I don't know what good this is going to do him. Physically he's fine. Well as fine as he can be with what he's been through. He seems to be having a nightmare. It must be cold where ever he is, and that's what's causing him to shiver. He should be fine when he wakes up." The Nurse said smiling a little at him
DiNozzo not usually one for ignoring woman that are flirting with him, just nodded uncharacteristically before turning back around to her, frowning, "What do you mean what he's been through? He has a little fracture. That's it."
The nurse hesitating, "With cases such as his the Doctor's can chose whether or not to tell the Emergency contact what happened or let the patient do it themselves." Biting her lip she adds hastily, "However she has to put everything on his chart for proper documentation." And with that she left before she got herself in anymore trouble.
Looking at Trent, now curled up as much as possible on his stomach, still shivering, and trembling, Tony takes out his chart flipping through it, knowing he was invading the man's privacy but knowing Trent would never tell him. Why he thought it was his business he didn't know, nor did he know why he felt so worried and concerned over Kort. Finding the doctor's report on the last page he skims through it, gasping as the clipboard fell out of his hands. Feeling his heart sink to the floor, his breathe knocked out of him he sits on the bed next to Trent, very carefully, hesitating, not use to this unmanly show of support and comfort, uneasily takes Kort's hand wincing not knowing what to expect. Whispering in Trent's ears, "You are safe now Trent, no one can harm you. You're safe and away from Cobbs." Hoping he was heard he pulled up a chair and not letting go of Trent's hand he sat down, feeling sick. How long had Cobbs had Kort before they noticed he was missing? It could have been days. Kort came and go as he pleased you never really knew when to expect him or if anything was wrong. Still he felt guilty. None of them had even tried Kort's cell, they just presumed Kort would be fine, couldn't get caught. They had assumed wrong.
He couldn't untangle the mess that was his feelings, it was impossible, half of him celebrated that the man got what he had coming to him, minus what he learned later, he definitely deserved the head injury. The other half wanting to take it away from him, as he watched Kort who had always been strong, emotionless, invulnerable and four steps ahead of everyone whimper in his sleep. If truth be told it scared him to see this man this way, it freaked him out. At the moment he'd give anything to have Kort back to normal, and not some injured, needy animal. But he couldn't get the scars out of his mind, his mumbled pleads, or the words written on the paper out of his mind. Kort contiued to whimper and claw at the bed sheets weakly. Swallowing, looking around he got up and awkwardly got in the bed next to Trent, nervous and tense as a guitar string he layed on his back, rubbing Kort's back gently through the blankets. To his surprise Kort jumped and moved away from him before moving back, as if Tony was going to attack him. Kort turned around still out of it he rested his head on a pillow, his good eye fluttering before shutting and falling back to sleep. Tony snorted and groaned, hoping no one would walk in on this, his face red, feeling very uncomfortable and strange he hesitantly placed an arm around Trent, whispering again, "You're safe. I am here. Go to sleep in peace."
Tony wipes a hand across his face, nearly jumping himself when Kort's head came to rest on his chest. Breathing in deeply, he shivers and almost moves Kort away but looking at him sleep peacefully, and trustingly he doesn't have the heart to and instead pulls him closer, hoping Trent wouldn't freak out when he awoke. Falling asleep slowly, he prays to God for the first time in along while to take Trent's pain away.
A/N There will be more not to worry! Oh god when Trent wakes up the shit is going to hit the fan L O L. SO REVIEW if you like it. It will continue from here, with the usual cases and kort going to Tel Aviv well I don't want to ruin it XD So REVIEW, pleeeaase I love you all.