prompt - Matt/Becker - one character freeing another
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"Becker. Becker? Dammit, Becker, don't you do this to me!"
Captain Hilary Becker knew that voice and struggled to swim out of the fog of pain that had engulfed him for days. A sharp slap to his face effectively cleared his mind and made him groan as he opened his eyes to see Matt Anderson standing before him. Behind him on the floor lay the bodies of Becker's captors.
Matt's brow furrowed in concern but he felt his knees go weak with relief to see Becker was still alive. He'd searched for a week before finding the dank room Becker had been locked in, shackled and suspended from the ceiling.
"Thank god." Becker's voice was hoarse and broken but his spirit lifted.
Matt embraced him and pressed his forehead to Becker's as both men said silent prayers of gratitude that it hadn't been too late. Becker's eyes drifted closed again as he leaned into the comfort of Matt's solid warmth, but the other man pulled away.
"Stay with me, H.J." Another slap, gentle this time, brought his eye's back to Matt's. "I need you awake if we're going to get you out of here."
He stepped behind Becker to examine his bonds, looking for a way to free Becker from the shackles on his wrist. His hand on Becker's hip steadied and reassured the other man as Matt tugged at the chain looped over a hook on the ceiling. The toe of Becker's boots just barely hit the floor.
"If I can just you unhooked, we can get out of here." Searching about the room, Matt found the remains of a packing crate. It was in pieces but a few inches was all he needed. He wedged it beneath Becker's feet and instructed him to stretch for all he was worth.
Matt strained to reach but fell short. Thankfully the barrel of his gun was just long enough to nudge the chain off the hook. He threw his arms around Becker to support him but was unable to bear the larger man's weight and they both toppled. Matt managed to twist beneath him, sparing Becker's tortured body the impact on the hard stone floor.
The agony in his arms and shoulders, extended for too long, drew a primal scream of pain from Becker. He bit off the cry and clenched his teeth, struggling not to pass out on top of Matt as spots swam before his eyes. Becker's body wouldn't obey when he ordered it to stand. He panted raggedly and each movement sent a trail of fire through his upper limbs as he shifted.
"Don't." Matt ignored his own aches at the fall, the difficulty breathing with Becker laying on his chest. "Wait till the feeling returns. Catch your breath. You'll need your strength if I'm going to get you back to the ARC."
When Becker began to tremble, from shock and pain, Matt's arms settled around him and held him still, kept him warm.