For gumnut who asked for Comforting/Soothing Dialogue Prompts: 'I'm not going to hurt you'. Gordon speaking to Virgil. A short lunchtime fic.
Frightened dark-brown eyes looked into concerned russet-brown eyes.
'I'm not going to hurt you.' Gordon said it as softly as he could, trying to get through to his brother. He reached forwards but stopped as Virgil let out a whimper and drew back away from him.
Gordon looked over Virgil's shoulder at Alan, signalling him to stay where he was. He didn't want to crowd the obviously distressed man, but equally he didn't want to give Virgil the opportunity to flee. Alan got the point, staying where he was and letting John know. Last thing they needed was for Scott to swoop in at this moment, no doubt he was already on his way barring a rescue.
He sat back on his heels, hands on his knees, waiting for something, a spark of recognition from Virgil. But his brother showed no hint of anything other than fear, clasping his clearly broken arm to his chest. There was blood sluggishly dripping down the side of his face where he'd hit the ground at speed.
The day out for the three of them had taken extensive planning. Both Alan and Virgil had wanted to come for the exhibitions - one for the impressive engineering feats, the other for the racing.
No one had anticipated the huge crash that had ploughed into the spectator's stand. And being the people they were, the three of them had been standing right in the front. Virgil had gone flying over one car, another had just clipped Alan's hip and Gordon had only just been missed.
The area had filled with screaming people and paramedics immediately. Alan hadn't been badly hurt – he'd have some impressive bruising – but Virgil was barely coherent having landed practically on his head. He had then proceeded to run off, his two brothers giving chase.
It was amazing how fast Virgil could run, considering what a big man he was, reflected Gordon. Both he and Alan were slightly puffed by the time they found their brother, who had taken refuge outside the track against a stand of four trees.
There was that frightening moment when Virgil acted like he didn't recognise them and was preparing to bolt again, and then Gordon saw something shift in the eyes staring at him. A small frown formed.
'Gordon?'
And Gordon let out the breath he was holding. Gingerly he moved forward, not wanting to be too fast just in case, and he gently placed a hand on Virgil's knee. 'Hey, Virg. You ok?' Virgil looked around, confusion evident on his face, before focussing on Gordon.
'What happened?'
'You got hit by one of the cars, got up and hightailed it out here. I'm surprised you could even stand, let alone run, but at least your leg isn't broken. Unlike your arm and your head.'
Gordon stood and held out a hand to help his brother up. There was the slightest hesitation before Virgil grasped it and was helped to stand. They made their way back inside and straight to the nearest paramedic.
They sat outside the ambulance and watched Virgil get his injuries seen to. He'd need to go to a hospital to get his arm set and cast and an x-ray of his head injury to ensure it wasn't worse than it looked, but Gordon would drive them to free up the paramedics for others.
As they settled in the car Virgil grasped Gordon's hand as he went to let go the hand break.
'I knew you wouldn't hurt me.'