"Yeah. Yeah I’m alive," Donny says quickly. He reaches for Calvin’s hand and holds it carefully between his own. "So are you." He feels like it’s a point he can’t stress enough, because he’d almost begun to let himself believe it wasn’t true.
"I was… in the desert. For days. Randy found me. When I got back you were gone, nobody knew where you went…" Donny swallows thickly. He’s holding himself back from just wrapping Calvin in a tight hug. He wants to cry from mingled relief and anger. But that would probably hurt him more than comfort, right now, and tears won’t help at all. He has no idea what Calvin might mean by "box," but it’s vague enough to let his mind wander to any number of horrible things.
"We gotta get you to the medbay. Do you uh, think you can stand?" If he can’t, well, Donny will just carry him. He’s getting help, goddamnit.
"I was gonna look for ya," Calvin mutters, frowning again. He’s still a little mad at himself for not going sooner, for getting knocked out and carried off to the desert and leaving Donny for dead. He’s glad that someone was able to find him and bring him back in one piece, though. If he remembers, Calvin will have to go and thank Randy when he’s feeling more himself.
He swallows then, squeezing Donny’s hand a little. “Yeah, medic. Um. Maybe?” Chances are slim to none, he figures, but he wants to try anyway. He pulls his hand out of Donny’s grasp and tries to push himself up; his joint crack and pop and ache from being bent in the box for so long, and his arms strain under his own weight. Slowly, he tries to scoot himself up the door frame- he only makes it about a quarter of the way before his legs start shaking and he feels vaguely like passing out. This is one time that Calvin can’t even pretend like he can hold his own. “Help me stand. I can, I just… need help.”
There’s a loud crack, followed by a blinding light.
Donny doesn’t think that anybody’s noticed he’s been sleeping in Calvin’s room yet. He doubts anybody’s watching him close enough to notice, the rooms are right next to each other after all, but still, he’s avoided going in when others are around. People would probably think it was a little weird.
But it makes him feel better, in a small way. The bed smells like Calvin. He just wishes he was in it.
He’s lying there in the dark, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Sleep isn’t coming. The relief of yesterday’s fireworks had been brief. He’s just starting to wonder if it would be worth it to get up and get a glass of water when he hears something thud softly against the door. Is it someone knocking? Donny doesn’t know if he should answer it, this isn’t his room after all. But it;s late, and everyone knows Calvin’s gone, don’t they? Who would it even be. Eventually, Donny gets up and goes to open the door.
And there he is. Calvin’s sitting there on the floor in front of the door. For a long moment Donny just stares at him, not entirely trusting his eyes.
He sinks to his knees and reaches for him, without even thinking. He wants to make sure he’s really there. Donny’s hands are gentle, though, because Calvin looks… well, awful. Thin and worn and terribly gaunt. Relief mixes with anger, and an awful sinking feeling in his stomach.
"…you’re alive… oh my god what did they do to you?”
Hands… the weight of hands. Calvin half opens his eyes and is surprised when he see’s Donny’s slightly blurry face in front of him. For a few long seconds, he remains silent, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, wondering if he finally died. Or maybe he’s just dreaming, and when he opens his eyes next, he’ll be back in the darkness of the box. It wouldn’t be the first time his brain played such a cruel trick on him.
But when he blinks, Donny doesn’t disappear. The darkness doesn’t come back. And the touch feels real, a was a sensation he didn’t have in the box. Calvin manages a tiny half smile that makes his cheek hurt. It’s worth it, though. “You’re alive,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew Donny would find his way home in one piece, despite what his mind had tried to convince him. He blinks again, long and slow, and tries to look around; maybe just for the satisfaction of knowing he really is back on RED.
Calvin winces when he swallows and tries to speak again. “…Box. Long story.”
There’s a loud crack, followed by a blinding light.
➤ BUT HERE’s the CATCH! :
Try to incorporate in it a fact/reference to the other parent (without saying their name/URL/ship).
I’ll answer the anon and then also try to guess the ship, or say which one I think the child would belong best from.
No, but… someone’s gotta tell her. She can’t just go on not knowin’ what happened, I can’t… I can’t just leave her like that… I ain’t even called her lately. She’s gotta be worried already, I can’t… not knowin’ will kill her. I can’t do that t’ her, I can’t let that happen…
I gotta get outta here.
Someone’s gonna find me… one day, someone’s gonna find me, all bones, n’ they ain’t ever gonna know who I was because it won’t matter either way. Everyone’s gonna move on, gonna forget… n’ all I’m ever gonna be is some bones in the middle of the fuckin’ desert.
I couldn’t save him… no, he ain’t dead. He can’t be dead. He’s not… he’s gotta be alive.
When Calvin wakes up, he’s in a box.
After Calvin’s talk with Selina, he gets ready to leave.
Even If It Kills Me
A playlist for Calvin Hutchins and other perpetually sad scouts.
Run Boy Run / Woodkid
Who Are You, Really? / Mikky Ekko
Footshooter / Frightened Rabbit
Even If It Kills Me / Motion City Soundtrack
Pumped Up Kicks / Foster the People
Show Me What I'm Looking For / Carolina Liar
One Foot / Fun.
Shake Me Down / Cage the Elephant
Wake Me Up / Avicii
Not Miserable / Frightened Rabbit
Listen to it here.
Best scout in the world my ass… whatevah. Selina, it’s Calvin. I gotta favah t’ ask of ya.
-She breathes a little sigh of relief. With all the recent disappearances, she was worried that maybe Calvin had been taken too.-
Tch, I beat yer ass in th’ review thing, didn’t I?
Whatevah, we can talk about how great I am latah. Whatcha want?
-Calvin frowns into the receiver.-
Yeah, thanks, I’d almost forgotten ‘bout that.
-He shakes his head a little and settles for keeping the topic on anything but.-
I need ya t’ come ovah t’ my base. My room, specifically, if yer willin’ t’ risk whatevah punishment’ll come with sneakin’ inside. The soonah the bettah, though. My friend is missin’ n’ I’m goin’ out t’ find him, n’ I need yer help.