Pairing: None yet. I haven't decided if I want to make this slashy or brotherly yet.

Warnings: Cursing, Evan!whumpage

Prompt: Bruise

Spoilers: Slight ones for "Strategic Planning" and the Evan/Boris plot line.

Author's Notes: I took another challenge. Hi, my name is Synner and I am a writer! Lol, this one is over on the Livejournal community 5_times. Also, I am not a doctor, so if I get anything wrong medically, just tell me and I'll correct it! Review, please.

Evan winced, studying the bruises in the mirror that covered his chest, sides, and back. There was no way he was going to be able to hide this from Hank. The older man was going to freak out and demand to know who had inflicted this much damage to him.

Better lie like you've never lied before. Actually, lie like you're a pro at it and he won't see through it the second it leaves your mouth. Evan thought wryly. Boris' henchman had made it quite clear what would happen to Hank if he told his brother what really happened. And there was no way that anyone was going take this opportunity away from him. Especially since he was finally getting happy.

He heard the front door swing open and he cursed, slipping his shirt over his head and tugging it into place.

Hank's voice called out to him, "Where are you?"

"Bathroom, hang on." Evan called back, glancing into the mirror to make sure Hank couldn't see any of the marks on him. Satisfied that they were well-hidden, he walked back out to the living room where Hank was lying on the couch, looking exhausted.

"Long day?" Evan balanced himself on the arm of the couch carefully, trying to avoid wincing.

"Yeah, kind of." Hank replied, looking up at him.

"You hungry?" Evan asked, sliding off the couch, hissing quietly as he stood up, a jolt running through him.

Hank frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. So, you want something to eat?" Evan started to walk into the kitchen.

"Evan, what is wrong? Tell me, you know I'm just going to find out eventually." Hank stood up, following his brother.

Evan laughed nervously. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Evan." Hank said, using his 'big brother' voice.

"Nothing! Geez, man." Evan snapped.

"Then you'll let me check you out just to satisfy my own curiosity." Hank said, finally cornering him.

Evan gasped in pain, eyes watering as his back his the edge of the counter.

Hank grew even more concerned. "Let me see, Evan. Please."

"It's nothing." But Evan didn't sound convincing, even to his own ears.

Hank sighed, then reached out and tugged Evan shirt up slightly. Evan closed his eyes to avoid meeting Hank's gaze, but Hank was too busy staring at the ugly bruises that covered Evan's torso like some bizarre splatter painting.

He raised his eyes to Evan's face. "Look at me."

Evan reluctantly opened his eyes.

"Who did this and don't lie to me." Hank pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, turning Evan around to see the rest of the damage.

"I'm sorry, Hank, but I'm not going to tell you." Evan said, knowing that wasn't what Hank wanted to hear.

"Damn it, Evan. You are going to tell me!" Hank's voice rose in volume as he pulled Evan back into the living room, and digging in his bag.

Evan didn't answer, just sat staring at the floor.

Hank began treating what he could, but there wasn't much he could do for bruises. Evan's ribs didn't seem to be broken, but he'd take an X-ray tomorrow when Divya got here. The bruises weren't red and purple enough for him to suspect internal damage, they were just that gray-green color.

"Why won't you tell me?" Hank sat back, looking at Evan's face.

"Can't, so stop asking." Evan said flatly.

"No, I won't. You're going to tell me. Sooner or later." Hank growled, worry creeping into his voice.

Evan just shook his head and walked upstairs, ignoring Hank's calls for him to come back down here and talk to him.

There was no way that he was going to let something like this ruin Hank's chances at being happy, even if it meant his own suffering.