Breathing On Luna 2/3

[soncnica]

Title: Breathing On Luna 2/3
Author: soncnica
Rating: R
Genre/Pairing: Sam, Dean, gen, AU
Wordcount: cca. 2.200 words
Summary: Space!AU, 2nd in the 'burning moons!verse'. Sam got hit by the ice waters of Ganymede and Dean needed to get him to Luna fast, or else Sam would turn into an ice statue.
Warnings: language, space, sci-fi, violence, kinda dark(ish), h/c, lots of made up stuff
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION.
A/N: Well it all started with a prompt from deirdre_c, about Dean getting a blaster wound - story can be found here - and I have no idea how, but now it's a 'verse, because I can't stop writing about the boys in space. Oh boy .... but darn it, if it's not fun! LOL

There were three doctors that came on the bridge; two young and one named Likoss, a guy Dean had the pleasure of meeting when he was healing from his blaster wound a few months ago. One could easily see he was from Titan; his hair was short, white spikes that were pointing in all directions, his lips thin, dark blue and his skin light blue. He almost looked like Sam right then. But he was a good guy, all business, which suited Dean just fine, because his brother needed people who were competent and down to business, no bullshitting around.

"Dean, man. How's the leg?"

He grimaced at the memory of that fuckin' blaster almost taking away his leg.

"Doin' just fine, doc. But we're here for Sam."

It was small talk, while the two young doctors lifted Sam from his seat and carefully and slowly placed him on a hovering board.

There was even more small talk all the way to the med bay, but all he could do was grunt yes and no, because he was too busy keeping his eyes on Sam and his steps as quick as the hovering board. Those things had a mind of their own; minor injury and they would go slower than snails, but give 'em a major injury and they would go berserk.

The med bay was … white and clean and smelled of not really good things. He'd rather be smelling sulfur on Io, than this crap, but … it was for Sam.

Sam, who was lying dead still on the warm, soft and padded hovering board. So blue. Frozen. But still breathing. If he weren't, all the little white bracelets around his wrists would start screeching. But they were just beeping now.

There were words thrown left and right from him, but he didn't listen, it was all medical jargon anyways, one he knew nothing about, because while their father had taught them medicine – alternative and 'real' – he never taught them jargon. The words spoken by doctors to doctors. He always got lost there, but he did speak up when he saw them grip the hovering board by its sides and start pushing it to another door on the far wall of the bright, white, smelly med bay.

The door was black. Black door. He never saw those doors there before, and he had been coming here since he was six years old.

"Where we goin'?"

"Sam has ice inside of him. Ganymede's ice. He's gonna freeze from the inside out, if we won't get him somewhere where he can defreeze slowly."

"So…"

He knew that, damn it, what the fuck? He knew what was wrong with Sam and what needed to get done, because he goddamn saw what those fuckers did to him on Ganymede. They splashed him with Ganymede's ice water. They fuckin' threw ice water on his brother. He saw it happen, he saw Sam's eyes flash in terror and pain, heard his brother scream. He spend the entire ride from Ganymede to Luna listening to Sam's breathing get slower and slower, watched him get bluer and bluer, watched his fuckin' tears turn into ice on his cheeks. So yeah, he knew exactly what the hell was wrong with his brother.

"So … we're taking him to the warm-plasma chamber. He'll need to stay in there for a while, I can't say how long, we'll have to see how his system's gonna respond to the plasma and the warmth."

The door opened into blackness. It was pitch black behind the door and the hovering board took his brother right in.

"Dean?"

"What?"

He really did like Likoss, it would be a shame if he'd have to hurt the doc.

"Nothing, come on."

Yeah, that was what he thought. Stupid assholes, haven't they learned by now?

He closed his eyes and stepped into the dark. His father said once, while sipping hot beer on Nereid, to always close your eyes when you walk into darkness. Because, son, you really don't wanna see what's gonna eat you alive.

But there were no evil, human eating creatures hiding in this darkness. There was just a really low humming sound that he couldn't really hear all that well, but could just kinda feel it in his bones, it was like a really soft massage of sound. There were tiny, but bright, halogen lights lined up in a neat row on the walls all around the room – which was big, huge even and he couldn't really see the end of it, because there was a chamber blocking his view. The chamber; with the magical warm-plasma that would save his brother's life. It was lit up and he could see small bubbles rising up from the floor. It was more high than wide, but he could see just from first look, that it would fit his brother and leave him enough space to really be comfortable.

He looked on his right and saw computers lining the wall; red, green, and blue lights flashing on their keyboards, numbers counting something on their screens, he didn't know what really. There were some doctors there, sitting on chairs by the computers, but they were hidden in the glow of the lights and all he could see were their shadows. But it was comforting to know that Sam was gonna be monitored and treated properly.

Sam.

He stepped closer to his brother; his eyes were wide open – frozen open – staring up at the high ceiling and at the little lights there. Dean looked up too and it was like staring at space through the Impala's front window.

"Just like you're in space, huh, man?"

Sam's lips were dark blue, just like the doctor's, but they were twitching, like Sam was trying to say something, but his mouth just wasn't cooperating, but Dean knew exactly what his brother was trying to say.

Dean.

It was Dean.

"Yeah, man, 'm right here and not going anywhere."

He felt stupid and silly repeating that, because it was a rule, one Sam knew very well, but … the words just came out.

He stood by his brother's left side, giving the two young doctors the 'evil eye of doom' – Mr. Bobby's words, not his – while they worked on undressing Sam. It wasn't as if Sam wore all that much. Just a brown jacket that got thrown on a nearby chair, a red-white-blue long sleeved shirt that joined the jacket, and a black t-shirt, because all his white ones got colored on laundry day last Friday.

His boots, his socks – the last clean pair, because laundry day would be tomorrow – his jeans and his underwear.

"Whoah, well Sammy, I did not want to see that."

There was no response from Sam; even his lips stopped their twitching. There was nothing but dead stillness and he would give anything to hear Sam chuckle and say 'shut up asshole'.

He wanted to touch Sam. He watched the doctors touching him so … so obviously his brother wouldn't shatter into a million pieces as if being made of glass, but he just couldn't do it. Because what if … what if he'd touch him with too much force? Be too rough, break his finger, break his hair off?

"'kay, gonna lower him into the chamber. Dean step back a bit."

Likoss' words cut him off from trying to see something on Sam's face, something other than the lifeless stare.

He knew Sam was in there, suffering like crazy, because he was feeling and seeing and hearing all that was going on around him, he was just … frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't speak and say what hurt, if anything hurt, he couldn't ask for food and water … he couldn't say stop.

There was no way, just no way, for Sam to say stop, I need a breather. Please stop.

And that was what was tearing Dean apart. He was good at reading Sam, hell he practically raised the kid, he could decipher emotions from one look or one word Sam said, but this, here, now … there were no words, no expressions, there was blue, frozen skin on Sam's face and that was it.

"Sure, go ahead."

He knew Sam was panicking, because he would be panicking too, he just hoped that his brother wasn't panicking himself into a heart attack.

"'m not goin' anywhere, Sam!" he yelled at Sam's naked ass – well then, once you see one thing, there's no reason not to see it all – while he was being raised up in the air by two padded hooks that came up from the ceiling and hooked under Sam's armpits.

His brother was floating in the air for a while – or so it looked like – and then he was being lowered into the see through-plasma filled chamber.

It looked really kinda … scary. Was Sam gonna be able to breathe in there? Would it hurt?

He had no clue; he had never seen anything like this being done to anyone. If his father was still around, he'd ask him, but …

"How," he cleared his throat, "how does this work? Exactly?"

"There's really nothing to it. He will be in the plasma, he will breathe it in, it will umm, go into him, be around him, and it will warm him up. Outside and inside. It's basically like air, but more umm touchable. It won't hurt him, really, trust me -"

He never trusted anyone, unless they were family. Or had proven to him or his brother that they were worth his trust. Trust? In this day and age? In space? Trust was as expensive as oxygen.

"- but I don't know for how long he will have to be in there. Maybe a couple of hours, maybe days. Maybe weeks. I don't know. We are monitoring him; his heart, his breathing, his brain activity … 's why all those wires and stuff –"

Oh yeah, a doctor saying 'and stuff' always fills him with a lot of confidence.

"- and we will see how he will respond to all this."

"And if he won't respond?"

The doctor's eyes said it all.

"Well then, he's all settled. Want to go, get something to eat? You look … hungry. Coffee? There was a new shipment from Earth, very fresh."

Dean's eyes said it all.

"Uh, okay. You can stay, Dean, but…"

"Seriously? There's a but?"

"Uhh … no."

"Yeah, 's what I thought. Look, doc … Likoss … I will leave this," he gestured at the room with his hand, "with Sam walking right behind me, okay?"

"Uhh, yeah, Dean. I understand."

"Great."

He turned around, away from the man and looked at the chamber that held Sam. There were bubbles coming out of his nose – breathing – he was breathing. And the black wires attached to his head and chest made Sam look like a puppet on a string.

Fuck, Sammy …

It looked like Sam really was floating in that stuff. Totally weightless; going with the flow of the plasma, turning left and right, sideways. It was like watching a fish in a fish bowl. He should write that down, tell that to Sam when he'll be better.

"Just one more thing, Dean."

"What?" he snapped, he knew he snapped, but he didn't care, because he just wanted everyone gone and to be left alone with his brother. He and Sam and the rest of space can go fuck itself right now.

"When he will wake up, as in start talking and moving his muscles, just keep him calm. A lot of patients were disoriented and started choking before they realized that they could breathe just fine."

"Sure will."

"Great then, I'll leave you alone."

"Thanks, doc."

He was not above saying thank you. He never knew when he would need a doctor on his side.

"So, Sammy … 's just you and me now, buddy."

He put all of Sam's clothes that the doctors neatly folded on the only chair in the room, on the ground and pulled the chair closer to the glass wall of the chamber.

He would not leave Sam. He couldn't. Leaving him would physically hurt him and he knew, he'd never mend.

Sam was … staring right at him, through the plasma and the glass wall. It was eerie, but it was his brother, the same kid who stared at him when he drank that hot beer on Nereid, just like their father used to do. Sam never could get behind hot beer.

"'s just you and me and you better start entertaining me, little brother. And I don't mean with your junk."

He smirked, but the smirk died really fast, when there was no eye roll from his brother. When there was no life at all from Sam.

He left out a long, loud breath and got comfortable. It was a comfortable chair, but it wasn't his pilot chair. And Sam wasn't in the co-pilot chair on his right. He was right in front of him, floating in plasma, getting warm. Getting back to the living.

He closed his eyes. Just one second. He fell asleep listening to the beepbeepbeep of Sam's heartbeat coming from the computers by the wall.

CHAPTER 1 _I_ CHAPTER 3

Comments

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

Sam's gonna be okay, right??? Right???

Your description of frozen Sam is exceptionally vivid, I could see and feel it in my mind perfectly!

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

Sam will be ... well, he is a tough SOB! :-)

Thank you! *squee* I am really glad I made you see Sam as I saw him while writing this. That's a huge compliment! Thank you!

S.

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