A/N: I'm a review junkie. Don't judge, enable. Hehe. I love 5and1s. I mentioned on my livejournal that this one was coming up quite a while ago, and it's finally here. I'm gonna post them each as mini-chaptorys. Unbetaed, try to enjoy it anyway... -pj


Dying

I. We've All Gotta Go Sometime

"Beg me for your life," Alenichev spat, waving his gun wildly.

Eliot lifted his head slowly , wincing unabashedly at the pull the movement put on his bound hands and shook his hair out of his face, ignoring the way the world swam before him.

"Beg?" he repeated, raising the eyebrow over his un-swollen eye, still managing to look dangerous in his amusement, despite his bruised and bleeding face.

Alenichev looked uncertain for half a second before narrowing his eyes.

"I vill kill you chertov amerikanskiĭ."

The corner of Eliot's mouth kicked up in a disturbing relative of a smile, revealing blood-stained teeth.

"Oh, you better," he dipped his chin, "because if you don't, you're gonna end up wishin' you had."

Eliot kept his eyes on Alenichev but all around he could hear the other men murmuring in Russian. He smiled again when he realized what they were saying.

"What? You don't really think this si the first time I've been strapped to a chair with a gun in my face, do you?" he scoffed and Alenichev's tough façade faltered slightly.

Eliot paused and glanced down at his bare chest.

"Although I have to admit, the bomb thing is new."

He looked back up and saw Alenichev had backed off to be next to his goons, all looking a mixture of fear, admiration and disbelieve at a man who looked death so casually in the face.

"So you gonna do it?" Eliot looked impatiently at the gun in Alenichev's hand. When the man didn't move, Eliot tsk'd, holding in a shout of triumph when the binds on his hands gave way and feeling rushed back to his fingers.

"Word to the wise chertov russkiĭ mertvetsa," his eyes flashed and Alenichev's widened in fear, "don't wound what you can't kill."

He leapt out of the chair, knowing the bomb was pressure sensitive, and dove for the gun. If he was going to die, he was sure as hell taking a few of these guys with him.


TBC- Next one is 'Heights'. I might even post it today...