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IN SAFE HANDS
by Ann Rivers ann.rivers@virgin.net
Mark Sloan liked to think that he was a gentle man, free of malicious vindictiveness.
He had, after all, taken an oath to heal the sick, to help those in need.
To do no harm.
But in the case of Quinn Trask, he felt little compassion, or concern for
his injuries.
Only bitterness, furious outrage towards the man who had caused Jesse such
torment.
And judging by Steve's grim expression as he came running hard into the
cabin,
his son's feelings were following pretty much the same path.
"Damn road was blocked had to come most the way by foot" Steve
said at last,
looking anxiously around him while he caught his breath. "You okay,
dad? Jess?
Only I heard a gunshot as I got here, and"
"We're both fine, Steve" his father assured him with a still tense,
tight smile sparing Trask the briefest of glances before he nodded to where
Jesse stood nearby.
"He was about to kill me but Jesse shot him first"
Steve's eyes widened, shocked and astonished by what his father had said
that shock changing swiftly to anger as he turned to regard Jesse's fallen
tormentor.
Before that anger boiled over, though, he felt his father's hand settle
on his shoulder.
"He isn't worth it, son" Mark said, their eyes meeting in shared
understanding, before they turned as one towards someone who was.
Jesse, though, seemed oblivious to both their concern and everything else
around him.
Haunted blue eyes stared back at them, with a blankness that set alarm bells
ringing.
There was barely enough time for Mark and Steve to reach him before they
slid shut, his knees buckling as Jesse collapsed into a startled Steve's
arms.
"It's alright, Steve he's okay, he's just fainted" Mark hastened
to assure him,
smiling up at his anxious son as he knelt at Jesse's side and gently checked
him over.
"Considering Jesse's been living on adrenalin and not much else these
last few days, I'm surprised he hasn't done so before now"
Seeing that Steve wasn't quite convinced, he reached over to gently pat
his shoulder. "Don't worry, he'll come round in a secondnow, let's
get him more comfortable
Can you get him onto the couch for me while I get him something to drink?"
His son nodded, still grim faced though as he gently lifted his friend onto
the couch.
Although the threat to Jesse was now gone, and in spite of his father's
assurances,
Steve still felt compelled to keep watch over his young friend until he
recovered.
By the time Mark returned from the kitchen with some juice and a dampened
cloth,
Jesse was starting to stir, roused still more by the damp cloth's soothing
coolness.
Finally his eyes opened, slowly and gingerly, blinking up at them in blank
confusion.
"What What happened?" he asked at last, trying instinctively to
sit upright
only for Steve to pull him gently back down again.
"Take it from me, Jess, you really don't want to try that just yet"
Steve warned him, winking back at him as Jesse managed a weak smile of agreement.
Mark too was smiling now, in both pride and relief as he sat carefully at
Jesse's side.
"Easy, Jess it's okay, you just fainted" he explained gently,
pouring some juice.
Seeing the tremors that still shook Jesse's hands, he passed the glass to
Steve instead.
"Here now, try and drink some of this down slowly now, that's the way"
While he'd been speaking, he'd poured two extra glasses for Steve and himself
but on seeing the thirst in Jesse's eyes, neither had the heart to deny
him theirs.
"Bet you're kinda hungry too" Steve said, offering his friend
a sympathetic smile one that faded slightly as Jesse looked up at him out
of once more haunted eyes.
"I I just want to get out of here just want to to go home" he
whispered,
almost in tears as the full shock of his ordeal began to sink in.
"I know, Jess" Mark agreed, gently squeezing his arm before rising
to his feet.
Motioning for Steve to stay put with Jesse, he then headed into a nearby
bedroom.
Returning a few moments later with an armful of blankets and a woollen comforter,
he met his son's quizzical gaze with an oddly cynical smile as he sat down
again.
"After what he's put Jesse through, the least he owes him is some comfort"
he said, nodding to where a still dazed and shaken Jesse sat slumped between
them.
Gently draping the blankets and comforter around him, he then nodded back
at Steve.
"Okay, Steve slow and steady with him, but let's get him out of this
nightmare"
Not needing to be told twice, Steve nodded and carefully rose in time with
his father.
Supporting Jesse between them, they made their way outside to Mark's car.
If anything, Jesse's exhaustion worked for them as they gently settled him
into it
his sleepy docility making it easier for Steve to manoeuvre him inside.
By the time Mark settled behind the wheel and Steve took his place at his
other side, Jesse was more or less asleep, his head lolling against the
first support it could find. Steve's left shoulder seemed the pre-destined,
not to mention most comforting choice.
"Right, let's get our boy home" Mark said at last, guiding the
car onto the road having to stop almost immediately, though, as he felt
Jesse stir restlessly beside him.
"Go Go home now?" Jesse whispered, staring up at Mark out of barely
open eyes.
"Yes, Jesse, we're going home now it's okay, try to rest now"
Mark soothed,
his voice dropping to a slow, persuasive lilt while he gently massaged Jesse's
shoulder. "How'd you like to stay with us tonight? Or the next few
days too, come to that?
I mean, your apartment still needs to be cleared and checked out by forensics,
and
well, I'd guess you've not got much in the way of food at your place either,
so
well, if you stay over with us, at least you'll be guaranteed a real good
night's sleep.
And you'll be sure of a real good breakfast the next morning how's that
sound?"
As he'd hoped, both suggestion and question were answered by a drowsily
mumbled "'kay" before Jesse curled up against Steve's side and
closed his eyes.
Still stroking his shoulder, Mark met his son's quizzical look with a fatherly
wise smile.
"The most comforting thing to a frightened child is touch and a familiar
voice" he said softly,
continuing that gentle, calming comfort until he heard the telltale steadying
of Jesse's breathing.
Once Jesse had settled, Mark returned his son's admiring smile before resuming
the journey home.
Steve remained thoughtful for several moments while he studied his now soundly
sleeping friend.
He may have said it lightly, but his father had made an increasingly significant
point.
Under its tousled mop of blond hair, the boyish face was pale. Gaunt, but
thankfully peaceful.
Yet even with several days' stubble across it, that face still looked so
young. So very vulnerable.
"Yeah, that's just what he was back there a terrified child" he
said at last, half to himself - gently shifting Jesse to hold him more comfortably
before returning his father's approving smile.
"With the way he runs things in the ER, you tend to forget just how
young he is"
"Yes, I know" his father nodded before casting his son a comically
meaningful glance. "Lucky for you that Jesse didn't hear that, or else
you'd be his next customer!"
Realising what his father meant, Steve grinned back and nodded in rueful
agreement.
Jesse Travis was one of the most even tempered, easy going people he'd ever
known.
Yet while his skill as a doctor was beyond question, other factors stood
against him
his age, for one thing, and the many stupid prejudices that such youthfulness
brought.
Then again, as Steve and Mark and the rest of his colleagues had proudly
witnessed,
Jesse was more than capable of treating such prejudice with the contempt
it deserved.
Of all the people they'd seen who had cast any doubt on the young doctor's
abilities,
none had been allowed to hold that opinion for very long.
Struck by a sudden thought, he met his father's eyes again with tension
in his own.
"Speaking of which, won't he need to be checked over before we take
him home?
I mean, those drugs that Trask used on him"
"Are actually doing us a favour" Mark smiled, nodding towards
his young friend. "They're helping Jesse do what he needs to most sleep,
letting his system recover
and as Jesse said himself, he's had enough people poking and prodding him
lately.
No, Steve, the best thing for him now is to get him back to familiar surroundings
someplace where he knows that he's safe, where he can recover in peace"
"And where we can both keep a real close eye on him" Steve cut
in softly watching Jesse for a few moments before he sighed and glanced
back at his father.
"Even now I can't stop thinking about when I first realised that he
was missing
at first I was well, just so mad at him not just for wandering off, but
well, dumb and stupid things, like bringing the wrong brand of beer"
Pausing for a moment, he sighed once more his next words tellingly quiet.
"But by the end of that first day, and the others that followed, none
of that mattered
all I wanted to do was to find him to know that he was safe"
Pausing for breath, he sighed once more, lost in thought as he watched Jesse
sleep.
His father watched him in quiet sympathy, reaching to gently squeeze his
shoulder.
Having been through it himself, he knew the fear and helplessness of a missing
child -
just as he knew how fiercely protective Steve was towards his young friend.
Those five days that Jesse was missing had been a worrying time for all
of them
but for Steve especially, alone in his search, they must have seemed like
an eternity.
Simple it may have been, but that gesture of encouragement looked to have
worked Steve's voice was at least a little easier as he finally glanced
across at his father.
"Just don't want to let him go, dad just don't want to let Jess out
of my sight"
"Yes, son, I know" Mark smiled, nodding towards the still soundly
sleeping Jesse.
"But he's safe now, Steve. It's all over now, and Jesse's going to
be just fine
we've got him back now, son for good this time and we're taking him home"
Steve nodded once more, his eyes easier too now as he hugged Jesse gently
closer.
"Where Amanda can spoil him rotten" he agreed with a knowing smile
too absorbed in watching Jesse to hear the amused response this drew from
his father.
"She'll have to get past you first"
With little traffic on the road, the journey home passed easily and without
incident spent for the most part in silence in consideration for their sleeping
friend.
As it turned out, and to their relieved amusement, they needn't have worried.
Jesse was still deeply asleep when, as dawn broke, the car pulled up at
the house.
Not even the tricky task of carrying him down to the spare room came close
to waking him -
prompting a wry look between father and son while they gently settled him
into bed.
"Well, here's one baby that won't need any rocking tonight" Mark
said at last, straightening from where he'd been tucking the bedclothes
around Jesse's shoulders.
"Some sized baby you're talking about there, dad" Steve grinned
back at him,
enjoying and sharing his father's amusement as they studied their sleeping
friend
or, as both now saw him, a five foot six inch, soundly sleeping bundle of
mischief.
"Imagine trying to get a diaper on him" Mark chuckled with a fond,
fatherly smile.
From where he now sat by Jesse's shoulder, Steve looked up at him and shook
his head.
"He'd never keep still long enough one of us would have to sit on him"
The grin then widened as he glanced back to where Jesse still slept peacefully
in his arms.
"What I'd like to know is how someone who can look so innocent when
he's asleep can cause so much mayhem when he's awake"
"Take it from someone who knows, son lots and lots of practice"
Mark chuckled, his smile widening as whatever reply Steve had planned was
lost in a massive yawn.
"You want to be tucked in too? Only you're kinda big for me to rock
you"
Pulling a face back at him, Steve then grinned and shook his head while
carefully settling himself more comfortably into the pillows behind him.
"No, that's okay, dad I'll stay here with Jess for a while before I
turn in, just
well, you know, just in case he wakes up and wonders where he is"
His father just smiled and nodded, sensing the seriousness behind the casual
levity the real reason why Steve was still holding Jesse so possessively
close to him.
He'd have to let Jesse go eventually, of course pretty much as soon as he
woke up, if Jesse's fiercely independent streak had anything to do with
it.
But with the shock and worry of Jesse's disappearance still all too raw
in his mind,
he wasn't ready to let him go just yet.
Still smiling, his father then diffused that lingering tension as only he
could.
Enjoying Jesse's now calm, untroubled expression, he then glanced up at
Steve and smiled.
"Well, after all those years of nagging me for one, you've finally
got yourself a little kid brother"
Pulling a face back at him, Steve then grinned and happily rose to the bait.
"Reckon we could well, you know kinda unofficially adopt him?"
he asked dryly.
"With the amount of time he spends here with us, I'd say we already
have" his father chuckled,
still laughing as he gently tucked the bedclothes back around Jesse's shoulders.
Heading towards the door, he then turned back as a thought belatedly occurred
to him. "We'll have to go back tomorrow for Jesse's car not to mention
yours" he went on,
his eyes widening slightly as Steve grinned airily back at him and shook
his head.
"Already on it, dad I've got a couple of my team to save us the trouble"
"Being a lieutenant clearly has its privileges" Mark observed,
totally deadpan -
laughing helplessly at the smug face that Steve pulled in response.
"Wait till I make captain" he shot back, about to comment further
but distracted instead as Jesse stirred against him, the first time he'd
moved in several hours.
Under two pairs of watchful eyes he wriggled fretfully for a moment then
rolled onto his back.
"It's alright, Steve, he's still asleep" Mark assured his suddenly
anxious son,
his smile widening as he nodded to where Jesse was enjoying a long, cat
like stretch.
"Like all rescued prisoners, he's enjoying his freedom that's it, just
let him settle again"
"I know the feeling" Steve retorted, taking advantage of his own
spell of freedom to shake the cramp out of his arm before casting his father
a slightly rueful smile.
"Next time you tell me to move my arm before Jess hijacks it and uses
it for a pillow, remind me to actually do so"
Before his father could reply, or warn him, Jesse sighed and rolled back
again
and his newly de-cramped arm was trapped once more, more firmly than ever.
"Oh great" Steve muttered, rolling his eyes while his father tried
in vain not to laugh.
"You realise, by the time Rip Van Travis here decides to enjoy his
freedom again,
my arm will be as sound asleep as he is?"
Laughing helplessly now at the martyred, exasperated expression on his son's
face,
Mark just shrugged in belated agreement before suggesting some welcome consolation.
"Well, to try and keep the rest of you awake, you want some coffee?"
"Sounds good" Steve yawned, easing himself into the nest of pillows
behind him.
Mark couldn't help but smile as he watched his son's eyelids start to tellingly
droop.
Something told him that Steve would be asleep long before that coffee had
brewed.
Yawning himself now, Mark rubbed his eyes and headed back into the kitchen.
Unless he got some caffeine inside him soon, he'd end up sleeping against
the wall.
He managed to stay awake long enough to make the coffee but only just.
Before he could check if Steve had managed to do the same, the sundeck door
opened.
It was Amanda forewarned by his earlier phone call not to use the front
doorbell.
"I wasn't expecting you back so soon" she said, careful to keep
her voice down. Following him inside, she looked around expectantly before
asking the inevitable.
"Jesse?"
"Safe and sound and sleeping like a baby" Mark assured her, adding
with a smile, "And he's even got his very own babysitter"
"Yes, I can imagine" Amanda chuckled, shaking her head as they
went downstairs.
"And I'd imagine that Steve"
"Is playing big brother to his heart's content" Mark replied,
laughing as he added,
"I don't think he's stopped fussing over Jesse since we left Trask's
cabin"
"While he's safely asleep and can't argue, right?" Amanda asked
with a wry grin.
"Right" Mark agreed, laughing also as they headed towards Jesse's
room.
On reaching the doorway, both stopped to enjoy the peaceful scene within.
Jesse was still asleep, curled up in a snug huddle of bedclothes against
Steve's side.
To Mark's surprise, his son was still awake, still maintaining a protective
vigil over his friend
his undeniable tiredness inevitably addling a normally razor sharp mind.
"Sh! He's still asleep!" he warned, indicating the gently snoring
bundle beside him.
Somehow keeping her face straight, Amanda glanced at Mark and rolled her
eyes.
"I can see why he made lieutenant so quickly" she observed, admirably
deadpan.
"I'm very proud" Mark agreed just as dryly loving the mock glare
he received in response.
All bantering aside, there was genuine relief as Amanda came to stand beside
Steve,
returning his albeit tired hug while she gently brushed Jesse's hair back
from his eyes.
Coming to join them, Mark then wearily expressed the relief that all of
them felt.
"Thank God we got to him in time thank God he's finally safe"
"Amen to that" Steve agreed, his reply becoming lost in a cavernous
yawn.
Seeing this, Amanda then favoured both Mark and Steve with the same air
of concern.
"And now that he is, I suggest you both get some sleep yourselves"
she said firmly
noting in some amusement that Steve was still yawning too much to do anything
else but nod.
Returning to an equally amused Mark, she then smiled back at him while hugging
his waist.
"You're way overdue for some sleep too get to bed now, Mark he's in
safe hands now"
Smiling back in weary agreement, Mark allowed himself to be gently steered
to the doorway.
Both then paused to glance back and enjoy one last glance at the peaceful
scene behind them.
As they continued to watch, Jesse stirred in his sleep, mumbling through
a restless dream
instantly settling, though, as Steve's arms closed gently and protectively
around him.
"The safest, Amanda the safest" Mark said at last, hugging her
in grateful return
both enjoying one last, proud glance before they left Jesse and Steve to
sleep in peace.
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