TN Wash's Men

Chapter 1: Rescue

Pairings: Wash/Taylor and Wash/Miles.

Crossover: Terra Nova and Avatar

Warnings: Language/Sexual Situations/Violence

Summary: Taylor finds out that Wash is really alive. His's brother Miles finds Wash and brings her back. Wash has only had eyes for Taylor, but Miles wants to replace him.

A/N: In this fic, Wash and Taylor are not together from the start of the fic. Lucus did not kill her but acted like he did. Miles has already left Pandora (before movie started) and has been helping Taylor. Edit: 09/2017.

Terra Nova Command Center:

Taylor had nothing else to do, but read over the notes he made about his brother, while he waited for the man to return with Wash.

Commander Taylor Notes on Miles Taylor:

Miles Taylor (my younger brother) was working for a paramilitary group on Pandora, but left before the Avatar Program was fully functional. He did so to help me take back Terra Nova from the Phoenix Group. He did a damn fine job. He is becoming an integral player in the functioning of Terra Nova training of volunteers who want to join our military ranks and the security of the colony. It took a while for him to let others call him Miles instead of Colonel Taylor. Caused too much confusion. He is adapting well.

Taylor spoke out loud, "And he is a constant pain in my ass." He went back to his notes and created a new one.

Update: The day after entering Terra Nova, after the Phoenix Group left, a member of the Phoenix Group, that was left for dead, was discovered OTG and brought back. He was in the infirmary a week unconscious. Once he woke, he was discharged and taken to the brig for interrogation. Day two of the interrogation proved fruitful as the combatant disclosed intel that Lieutenant Washington was not killed by a shot to the head by a certain individual who will be unnamed. It was an elaborate trick to deceive us into believing she was dead, so she could be removed and taken to another camp in the Badlands for interrogation. Due to my injuries, Miles Taylor and Guzman were dispatched for recon, and were able to infiltrate the camp and extract Lieutenant Washington. They are on their way back now. Guzman sustained injuries, but they were not life threatening. The convoy that waited for them at the outpost has intercepted them. ETA four hours.

"Thank god." Taylor set down his Plexpad and put his hands over his face.

Waves of relief washed over him knowing that she was safe and on her way back. He had only heard the news ten minutes ago and ordered the news to be given to the colony. Waiting for her to get back was killing him.

Taylor took his hands off his face and leaned back in his chair thinking about Wash. She has always meant a lot to him but it was not in a romantic way. He always saw her as one of the guys and his right arm. Now, he finally allowed himself to admit that he had developed romantic feelings for her but had resisted it in part because he felt as if those feelings were a betrayal to his wife who had died so long ago.

Taylor stood up and passed back and forth in his command center. She had made an offer to him a couple years ago that he had denied due to several reasons that seemed like very good ones at the time. Now, he fully intended to tell her his true feelings when she returned. No more guilt. No more holding back.

"I'm a damned idiot," Taylor punched a wall post letting out his anger at himself. The injury in his side where the muscle and organs had been damaged pulled causing him to squint in pain. The area was mostly healed, but the tight pulling sensation was a constant reminder that he had to take things easier than usual. He thought of Lucas holding that gun to Wash's head and her body dropping the to ground. Grief was there pushing at him again. He shook his head knowing that it had been an elaborate game his son had played with him. She is alive and on her way back to him.

Taylor glanced at the time, "Three damn hours and fifty two minutes."

Taylor felt confined within his command center so he headed out the door to find Jim walking up toward him.

Jim commented, "You know Elisabeth ordered you to take two weeks of bed rest."

"Yes. And?"

"And now I can tell her that I reminded you, so I don't get in trouble. I heard they're on their way back with her."

Maddy and Reynolds jogged up and both spoke at the same time causing a cacophony of sound that was almost unintelligible.

Jim held up his hands, "Yes, it's true. She's alive. They met up with the convoy from the outpost that took them out there. They're on their way back. Guzman got hurt, but he's ok."

Reynolds glanced around at the others just standing there, "So, what can we do now?"

"Fucking nothing." Taylor spat out then remembered Maddy. "Sorry."

Maddy glanced at him, and her eyes went to his hair that was sticking out in every direction and looked a lot longer than usual. She knew he had been grieving for her, and he looked frazzled. "It's ok. Dad tries not to say it all the time. I'm so glad she's alive."

Taylor grinned a her, "I am too."

Phoenix Group Camp at the Badlands Earlier:

"Lieutenant Alicia Washington can you hear me?" Miles whispered into the black haired woman's ear that was lying in the floor half dressed.

Eyes opened to reveal whiskey brown pools that pierced directly into his. Anger on her face slowly turned into a welcoming expression. Miles took in a deep breath. That kind of look was not something he had seen directed at him in years…maybe never.

Wash leaned closer touching the side of her face on his arm and sighed, "Yes. They drugged me. Get me the hell out'a here."

Miles was momentarily stunned. Wash's eyes were the most intriguing thing he had ever seen in his life; he had been on Pandora for a time, so that was saying a lot. He took a slow breath feeling his brain was blank. He shook himself not knowing why she was effecting him this way.

His mind cleared with an urgency to get her out of the dark room. "I'm Miles Taylor,

and I'm here to get you out. Guzman and I lured five Carnos into the camp to cause mayhem, but the exit strategy has gone to shit. He's improvising, but I have to get you to the Rover. Can you walk?"

Wash held up her bruised wrist that was clasped with a metal shackle. It was attached to a chain that ran up to a metal bar on the wall. "Get thisss off'a me, Nathan."

Miles listened to her cognac voice slur. He blinked a few times after peering at her wrist that was now lying on her hip, "I'm Miles not Taylor." His hand instinctively reached out gripping her wrist where the shackle cut into her skin.

Wash smiled, "You're Nathan, and I'm Wash."

Miles pushed back his initial feelings of desire that faired to life. It was an unexpected liability that he tried to resist. With the way she was looking at him, he now believed she was not just Nathaniel's Lieutenant, but might also be his woman.

Miles thought of Ayani's death, and he felt the seriousness of the situation escalate if she really was his brother's woman. "I need to get you out of here. Hold still while I get this off of you."

Miles delicately held her discolored wrist as he pulled a device out of one of his tactical assault vest and started cutting the shackle. He went slower than he should have because he did not want to harm her anymore than she already was. He had heard numerous stories about the formidable and capable Wash, and he mentally cussed himself that his damned libido was getting in the way of her rescue and making him take longer.

Miles glanced to the door when he heard a noise and paused. He reminded himself that he can't afford to be weak or care for anyone's comfort or it can mean death. But even with that reminder that typically pushed him on he still could not bring himself to do anything to hurt her. The hallway went quiet, so he proceeded. He started becoming very angry with himself as the shackle came off her wrist. He was wasting valuable time.

When he helped her to her feet, it was obvious she was not going to be able to walk out. "I'm going to have to carry you ok?"

"No one'sss carrying me. I can walk." Wash stumbled, and he had to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. She clung to him and turned to press the front of her body to his.

Miles was peering back into her whiskey eyes again. Her knowing smile lured him in, and he found himself leaning down almost bringing their lips together, "You're not yourself and we need to leave. Miles told himself it was ok because Guzman had not radioed him yet. It was a lie, but one he wanted to believe.

Wash blinked once and then her face instantly transformed with a radiant smile that rose to her eyes and encompassed every feature, "I've been waiting." She took an unsteady breath. "You want me too," she made it a statement instead of a question as she felt his large arms wrap around her more securely. Her eyes focused and flitted over the scars on the side of his face that reached up into his hair. Confusion pushed at her…Nathan didn't have scars like that. Where's the beard?

Miles had been holding his breath since the hints of her smile started, but he slowly let it out now, "I'm not Nathaniel. I'm Miles his brother." Her words made him hope that Taylor had been stupid enough to not notice that Wash liked him.

Wash smirked at him like he was being silly then laughed, "I'm drugged but you sound crazy."

Miles listened to the playfulness of her quiet laughter as he watched up close the fluidity of her expressions. He was transfixed in this moment as if held in place by the spell of her laughter. It was as if she were something perfect he could never have…just out of reach.

"I'm Miles." He held her tighter allowing his hands to slightly move over her skin while feeling how small she was compared to him. He wanted her to see him and not his brother.

Miles's com hummed signaling that Guzman was ready for him to leave the building.

"Gaaawd damn son of a bitch." He was out of time and should have already been half of the way out. He was one level down from the surface.

Miles pressed the com twice signaling he needed more time.

"Did you just call me a bitch?" Wash's eyes were open now and flaring with anger.

"No, but it's time to go." Watching her anger was even more heady then watching her joy. It sparked something inside himself he had closed off so many years ago. The fact that he was wasting time told him just how long it had been since he let another person affect him – allowed himself to be vulnerable.

She started to pull away as her voice got louder, "You called me a bitch."

Miles saw that in her drugged state that she was going to give them away if he did not find some way of controlling her. "Ok, I'm Nathan. I did not call you a bitch. I cussed because the bad guys might find us and kill us."

That got Wash's attention, and she froze waiting for her eyes to focus again so she could scrutinize his face.

"Now. As Nathan, I am ordering you to be quiet and to do exactly as I tell you or the bad guys will find us. Do you understand me?"

Wash nodded once staying quiet.

Miles nodded back looking her over. She only had on black bra and panties. He knew what he was wearing would not help her much. He had on a tactical vest and pants.

His eyes scanned the room finding a blanket in the other corner, "I'm picking you up."

She nodded once, but did not appear to be happy about it.

Miles scooped her up easily not wanting her feet to step on any of the glass. He carried her across the room to where the blanket was. He stood her back to her feet and grabbed up the blanked off of a bench.

"Hold onto me."

Wash gripped his tactical vest and contemplated pulling him down for a kiss. She noticed he seemed taller, but she believed it was because she did not have any boots on and he did. In reality, Miles was about three inches taller than Taylor. Her mind kept fogging over so she could not concentrate.

Miles draped it around her thinking that she looked like a mixture of a GI Jane Barbie doll and Lara Croft. He growled low in his chest.

Wash recognized that look and sound. It was the way that Taylor acted when she had stripped for him a couple years ago; it had been an attempt to get his attention. He had watched hungrily, but when she got close he told her to put her clothing on then he left. They never spoke about it.

Wash's right hand let go and trailed down to his pants quickly, so that he could not stop her. She gripped his long hardness that was pressing against his pants. She smiled in triumph knowing now he could not claim he did not like her in that way.

Miles almost dropped the blanket he was trying to secure around her when he felt her hand grab him tightly.

Wash started to move her hand, and he hissed out air, "Wash. You have to stop. Remember the bad guys? We have to leave before they kill us."

Wash ignored him, "You want me. You can't deny it."

Miles closed his eyes to hide from hers because he knew if he looked into her lovely brown eyes again he would strip and take her right here even with the certainty of being captured. His resistance to her was that weak. Closing his eyes had been a mistake because he could feel the sensation of her hand stroking over his pants even more acutely.

Miles eyes flashed open and looked up. "Ok, I want you. Not here. Bad guys. Death. Do you want me to die? Let go."

She released him, "I don't want you to die."

Miles gave in, and his eyes snapped to hers. He was drowning in whiskey-ed colored worry for him. Women never worried for him. They desired to fuck him or feared for their lives, but they never worried for his well being. He wasn't sure how to handle it and had to remind himself the look was not for him but his brother.

"Damn it! Where're leaving. Remember, be quiet or I'll die." Miles picked her up now that she was wrapped in the dark blanket.

Wash pressed her lips together, leaned her head against his shoulder and held on. She closed her eyes eventually because all the dodging around corners and running up stairs was making her dizzy. She pretended that all the jostling around was because her and Nathan were having sex. It helped. She fought back laughter reminding herself that noises might kill him.

When Wash felt him break into a flat out run, she opened her eyes to see Guzman in a Rover up ahead. Miles shot and killed two men that were running towards them drawing weapons. A third charged around the corner shooting at them. Miles barely aimed his hand gun and fired. Wash watched the impact on the man's forehead. His body fell to the side. Memories swam in her mind concerning Lucas holding the gun at her head.

More gunfire. Wash twisted her head around to look behind them. "Carnos!"

Miles grunted out, "I know." He climbed into the passenger side holding her in his lap with a death grip. Guzman instantly gunned the Rover into action.

As they sped away, Wash sat with her back to Guzman and watched the Carnos stomp around the Phoenix Group camp killing and destroying as the army. They were all going to die.

"Wash, I'm so glad you're alive." Guzman yelled out over the sound of weapons fire and the roar of the engine.

Wash leaned around and the blanket fell off of her shoulder exposing her bra, "Me too Guzzy."

Guzman snapped his eyes back to the muddy road as they started sliding sideways, "Guzzy?" He got the Rover back under control. "What's wrong with her, Miles? Head injury?"

"Drugs. Bruises. Burn marks. Cuts." Miles wanted to go back and help the Carnos.

"Bastard!" Guzman growled out wishing he had found even more Carnos his second run, "Sorry, Miles." Guzman had forgotten Miles was his uncle.

"Don't be. He is sorry," Miles glanced over where Wash was still looking.

They rounded a bend and went up then down a large hill. There was less mud, so they didn't slide as much.

Wash was feeling groggy again and closed her eyes resting her head back on his chest. Her hand reached up pressing to his vest, "I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me…"

Guzman could swear he could hear Wash's voice, "Is she singing?"

Miles, "No."

Wash, "Yes. Guzzy and Nathan."

Guzman risked a glance at Wash snuggled up in the blanket against Miles, "Any idea what kind of drugs?"

"No. I just found her like this."

Guzman said, "Why is she calling you Nathan?"

"I can hear both of you," Wash interjected into the conversation then ran her fingers over the scars on his face and arm.

Miles refolded the blanket over her legs and tucked her in so she could not touch him as much, "I had to play along with her thinking I'm him to get her out."

"Is that why it took so long?"

"Yes," Miles took a deep breath.

"You found her in her under things, pretended to be Taylor and now she is pawing all over you?"

"Yes, they had her chained by her wrist to the wall half naked." Miles did not like the way this was going, but decided it was better to say what happened then whatever Guzman was thinking up. "There was glass on the floor. She was staggering round. She was mad when I had to carry her. Her eyes stabbed me with daggers. And, because she grabbed me and said I wanted her while she called me Nathan. I had to pretend I was him then order her to let go and be quiet."

"Angry about being carried sounds like her. The…other…not so much. Damn him. Must be the fucking drugs?"

"We need a doc to look her over as soon ASAP," Miles tried his very best to ignore the sensations as Wash wiggled in his lap rubbing her ass on him, the weight of her body, her lips that brushed against his neck…intoxicating.

Miles tried to ignore her and failed. It was all he could do not to lower his mouth and brush is lips on her forehead. He wanted to grind against her. He wanted more than anything else to gaze into her mesmerizingly lovely eyes that offered concern and real human connection. She was driving him crazy.

As if on cue, Wash started singing again.

Guzman smiled and drove them into an area that started to show signs of trees, "We're clear. Radio in."

Miles had already pulled out his com, "Wash, I need you to stop singing."

She ignored him, "You can't talk about me like I'm not here then boss me around."

Wash kept singing.

"How embarrassed will she be if everyone hears her singing?"

"It's not a matter of embarrassment. It is a question of how many bullets," Guzman smiled.

"Seriously?" Miles asked with one eyebrow raised picturing Wash shooting him. It only reinforced the image of her being Lara Croft. He shook his head to fight off the smile that tried to form.

"Yes," Guzman laughed then straightened his face. "Seriously, she will shoot you if you let them hear her sing."

"Wash? Wash stop singing."

She finally stopped and looked up at him. He diverted his eyes to look at her forehead instead, "I need you to stop singing."

"No."

"I'm ordering you to stop singing and be quiet till I tell you otherwise."

"Isss this like last time when you said if I kept talking that the bad guysss would kill you?"

"Not exactly. This time I need you to be quiet so that you don't not kill me."

"That doesn't make ssssense," Wash stammered out as dizziness took over.

"You're on drugs, remember? If you trust me, then be quiet. It's an order."

"K."

Miles used his com to radio in what happened and to get the convoy at the outpost ready to leave when they got there. He also told them to give her space when she arrived and to get her a change of clothing. He knew a member of the team coming back from the dead was going to make everyone flock around her, but she was in no state for that kind of welcome. They stopped only long enough to change vehicles.

Miles, Guzman, Wash and Reilly now rode in the back of a Rhino Transport with the medic who was keeping an eye on Wash.

At one point, Wash laid her head down in Miles' lap. Miles raised both hands up away from Wash looking to Reilly for help.

Reilly smiled trying to tell herself not to flirt with him while taking off her jacket, "Put this under her head."

Reilly found him utterly amusing. To her, he was a big bad Taylor man acting like Wash was breakable. It was the cutest thing in the world.

He wanted her moved not more snuggled up. But he took the jacket knowing at least it would add additional barriers between the traitor in his pants. He gently moved her and slid the jacket into place. Miles sarcastic voice sounded out, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," Reilly scanned her eyes over the scars on his arms then up to the scars that ran just to the corner of his eye and down a little thinking it was sexy as hell and let it show on her face.

Miles ignored the appraisal and put an arm around Wash to hold her in place.

While Guzman radioed in an update, Reilly observed that Miles enjoyed and disliked Wash lying on him. Reilly watched him holding her thinking that yes he was definitely another Taylor man. She contemplated how every last one of them seemed to go after her in one way or another. Taylor had her as his Lieutenant, Lucas took her as a pawn, and now Miles seemed to be trying to fight against wanting her.

"Popular girl," Reilly snarked out.

Guzman thought Reilly needed to add something to the transition, "What?"

"Nothing important."

"Is she seeing anyone?" Miles gave Reilly a very direct stare.

She flinched then composed herself. "No."

Guzman started watching remembering again that Miles said that Wash had grabbed at him saying that he wanted her and not that she wanted him which meant that she wanted Taylor. "ETA four hours." Guzman wondered why he had never noticed that Wash liked the Commander before especially since they had been in very close proximity.

Miles tried not to shout as it might disturb Wash, "Tell them to drive faster."

A/N: I have reworked this chapter. I wanted to cut out things that slowed it down, but still add to Miles' growing fascination with her.