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"[name], there’s nobody there." and Silver Lining?

I love this pairing. Also, if anyone wants a sequel, I would not mind at all.

EDIT: there is now a sequel! It is here

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Prompt: “X, there’s nobody there.”

There was a bounty on his head. But what else was new? There was a running price on his head, placed there by supervillains and mafia and baddies of all shapes and sizes.

But the latest in this line of evils- the son of a famous mob boss who he’d sent to jail recently- made his knees go weak and his palms break out into a clammy sweat inside his gloves.

It wasn’t that the son himself was dangerous- he was a half-wit- it was that he was bloodthirsty and reckless and had plenty of his father’s resources to back up his big talk.

They could get him from anywhere. At anytime. It drove Silver Shepherd up the wall; he was constantly looking over his shoulder, even when simply walking down the hall. He stopped sleeping, preferring to watch his bedroom window and jump at every insignificant sound or movement.

When a week passed and still nobody lunged from the shadows to grab him or shoot him, it got worse. He was convinced, after a week, that they were biding their time.

“There’s nobody there, Shep,” Bim said as he stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the floor before falling dramatically onto the bed, bouncing it. “You don’t need to keep looking out the window.”

“I, uh-” Silver Shepherd stumbled over his words, fighting the urge to yawn. He reached up to rub at his eyes. “‘S hero work stuff.”

Bim’s eyebrows rose and he sat up, flashing a mischievous grin. “Maybe you could take a break from ‘hero work stuff’ and come relax with me?”

Numbly, Silver shook his head, all the possible options- men crawling through his window to shoot them both in their sleep, or possibly smother them with their own pillows- crossing his mind at once. No. He couldn’t possibly take a break now.

Bim’s grin slipped to a frown and he looked genuinely concerned as he scooted over, wrapping his arms around Silver’s waist and nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. “There’s something wrong, isn’t there? You’re scared.”

“Yeah,” Silver admitted, after a moment of hesitation. Then, he told Bim of the mob boss and his son. Of the son’s promise of revenge and his ability to back it up.

He could tell Bim was still frowning when he finished. He waited for a lecture on how dangerous his work was, maybe even a comment on how he shouldn’t have messed with a mob boss, but there was nothing.

“You won’t be able to fight properly if you don’t sleep,” Bim said at last, lifting his head.

Silver didn’t know how to respond to that. “I- uh, I guess you’re right, huh?”

“I’m always right,” Bim agreed, pressing a kiss to the edge of his jaw and slowly, slowly pushing the hero down. “I’ll keep watch, how about that?”

“I don’ wan’ you hurt …” Silver slurred out a protest, but his eyes were already closing, his body relaxing against soft pillows and blankets.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” Bim assured him, brushing a stray strand of hair back from his forehead. “I can take care of myself.”

Silver was asleep a minute later, chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. He didn’t look scared, wasn’t jumping and jerking at every little noise. He looked peaceful.

Bim spared one last glance at him before he eased himself off the bed, being careful not to jostle it too much. He scooped up his shirt, pulling it back over his head. He would have to fix his hair before he went out, but it wouldn’t take long. He did need to look fabulous when going after Silver’s tormenters.

He left the bedroom silently, a cruel smile pulling at his lips.

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