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[November 15th] [The Rockford Files-related] Chronicles of a Friendship, 15
Title: Chronicles of a Friendship, scene 15
Day/Theme: November 15th - Truth Behind the Mask
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: K+/PG
By Lucky_Ladybug
Lou wasn’t even entirely sure what had happened. He remembered fighting off several creeps who had jumped him and Ginger, apparently wanting some information on a recent company project. He had done quite well in combat, as he always had, but when something hard had suddenly beaned him in the head from behind, he had all but blanked out.
He vaguely heard the sounds of battle continuing around him, as well as Ginger screaming in rage, and he wanted to get up, to tell Ginger to be careful, but he could not seem to make his body process the idea. All he could do was lay there in a daze, praying through the fog for Ginger to be kept safe.
The next thing he was really more aware of was Ginger gripping his shoulder, urgently calling to him. “Lou! Lou, can you hear me? Blast it, answer me!”
Lou blinked, struggling to focus more on the present. “Ginger . . .” He was still lying on the ground, and couldn’t seem to make himself even sit up, but he weakly raised a hand and placed it on Ginger’s arm. “Yeah, I can hear you.”
“One of those barbarians badly bruised you,” Ginger said. “I can’t tell if you have a concussion.”
“Concussion . . . ?” Lou grimaced.
“Your eyes seem normal, at least. Here, try to sit up.” Ginger got a hand under Lou’s right arm and drew his other arm around Lou’s back, attempting to gently lift the other man himself. Lou struggled to assist and finally managed it, slumping against a chainlink fence directly behind him.
“Ooh. . . .” He winced and groaned, laying a hand over his eyes.
“I’ll have to get you to a hospital,” Ginger said.
Lou could scarcely concentrate on that. “What happened to them?” he mumbled.
“I got one of their guns from them and chased them away,” Ginger grunted.
Lou managed a weak smirk. While it was true that Ginger wasn’t good in hand-to-hand combat, many people underestimated him because of that and his slender form—much to their dismay. There were many reasons why Ginger was by and large both feared and respected.
“Come on,” Ginger was saying now. “I’ll help you to the car. Try to get your feet under you.”
Lou was trying. But when he thought he had managed it, halfway up he lost his balance again and tumbled to the ground on his back, taking Ginger with him.
Ginger gave a cry of surprise as he sprawled on Lou’s chest and side. But he was up quickly, not wanting to put pressure on his injured friend, and tried again. “Come on, Lou,” he insisted. “You can make it up. Let’s go.”
This time Lou managed to grab onto Ginger’s shoulder and upper arm with one hand while pushing himself off the asphalt with the other. Somehow he succeeded in standing, albeit he was leaning heavily against Ginger. Gritting his teeth against the extra weight, Ginger said nothing and instead tried to guide Lou to the car.
He tried to prop Lou against it when they arrived, while fumbling in Lou’s pocket for the car keys. Locating them at last, he unlocked the car and hauled open the passenger door. “Here, Lou,” he said, taking hold of Lou again. “Get into the car.”
Lou let Ginger guide him, weakly sinking into the seat. Ginger pulled down the seatbelt and snapped it into place before leaning over to examine Lou again.
Looking into Ginger’s concerned ice-blue eyes, Lou’s dark brown eyes finally cleared. That encouraged Ginger, who leaned back and straightened, briefly resting a hand on Lou’s shoulder before shutting the door and going around to the other side of the car.
It was strange, Lou mused to himself as Ginger started the engine and drove off into the overcast night. To most people Ginger was cold and aloof or polite and cordial. Sometimes he was a burst of fiery rage.
They were an unlikely pair, as many had thought through the years—including themselves. Lou turned a bit red as the memory leaped into his mind of how a girl in school had once called him a “big, lovable, gentle teddy bear.” Of course, he could be tough when need be (“a grizzly,” the girl had proclaimed), but usually he was indeed gentle. And he had become best friends with someone whose temper could snap in the most violent, concerning ways.
But what most people did not and could not believe was the side that Ginger rarely showed to anyone—that he was also capable of warmth and kindness and concern.
Lou saw that side of him more than anyone else did.
And that side made all of his other moods more than worth it.
Lou had been with many friends during his forty-one years, but no one had been more of a friend to him than Ginger.
No one could be.
And that was just fine with Lou.
Day/Theme: November 15th - Truth Behind the Mask
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: K+/PG
Lou wasn’t even entirely sure what had happened. He remembered fighting off several creeps who had jumped him and Ginger, apparently wanting some information on a recent company project. He had done quite well in combat, as he always had, but when something hard had suddenly beaned him in the head from behind, he had all but blanked out.
He vaguely heard the sounds of battle continuing around him, as well as Ginger screaming in rage, and he wanted to get up, to tell Ginger to be careful, but he could not seem to make his body process the idea. All he could do was lay there in a daze, praying through the fog for Ginger to be kept safe.
The next thing he was really more aware of was Ginger gripping his shoulder, urgently calling to him. “Lou! Lou, can you hear me? Blast it, answer me!”
Lou blinked, struggling to focus more on the present. “Ginger . . .” He was still lying on the ground, and couldn’t seem to make himself even sit up, but he weakly raised a hand and placed it on Ginger’s arm. “Yeah, I can hear you.”
“One of those barbarians badly bruised you,” Ginger said. “I can’t tell if you have a concussion.”
“Concussion . . . ?” Lou grimaced.
“Your eyes seem normal, at least. Here, try to sit up.” Ginger got a hand under Lou’s right arm and drew his other arm around Lou’s back, attempting to gently lift the other man himself. Lou struggled to assist and finally managed it, slumping against a chainlink fence directly behind him.
“Ooh. . . .” He winced and groaned, laying a hand over his eyes.
“I’ll have to get you to a hospital,” Ginger said.
Lou could scarcely concentrate on that. “What happened to them?” he mumbled.
“I got one of their guns from them and chased them away,” Ginger grunted.
Lou managed a weak smirk. While it was true that Ginger wasn’t good in hand-to-hand combat, many people underestimated him because of that and his slender form—much to their dismay. There were many reasons why Ginger was by and large both feared and respected.
“Come on,” Ginger was saying now. “I’ll help you to the car. Try to get your feet under you.”
Lou was trying. But when he thought he had managed it, halfway up he lost his balance again and tumbled to the ground on his back, taking Ginger with him.
Ginger gave a cry of surprise as he sprawled on Lou’s chest and side. But he was up quickly, not wanting to put pressure on his injured friend, and tried again. “Come on, Lou,” he insisted. “You can make it up. Let’s go.”
This time Lou managed to grab onto Ginger’s shoulder and upper arm with one hand while pushing himself off the asphalt with the other. Somehow he succeeded in standing, albeit he was leaning heavily against Ginger. Gritting his teeth against the extra weight, Ginger said nothing and instead tried to guide Lou to the car.
He tried to prop Lou against it when they arrived, while fumbling in Lou’s pocket for the car keys. Locating them at last, he unlocked the car and hauled open the passenger door. “Here, Lou,” he said, taking hold of Lou again. “Get into the car.”
Lou let Ginger guide him, weakly sinking into the seat. Ginger pulled down the seatbelt and snapped it into place before leaning over to examine Lou again.
Looking into Ginger’s concerned ice-blue eyes, Lou’s dark brown eyes finally cleared. That encouraged Ginger, who leaned back and straightened, briefly resting a hand on Lou’s shoulder before shutting the door and going around to the other side of the car.
It was strange, Lou mused to himself as Ginger started the engine and drove off into the overcast night. To most people Ginger was cold and aloof or polite and cordial. Sometimes he was a burst of fiery rage.
They were an unlikely pair, as many had thought through the years—including themselves. Lou turned a bit red as the memory leaped into his mind of how a girl in school had once called him a “big, lovable, gentle teddy bear.” Of course, he could be tough when need be (“a grizzly,” the girl had proclaimed), but usually he was indeed gentle. And he had become best friends with someone whose temper could snap in the most violent, concerning ways.
But what most people did not and could not believe was the side that Ginger rarely showed to anyone—that he was also capable of warmth and kindness and concern.
Lou saw that side of him more than anyone else did.
And that side made all of his other moods more than worth it.
Lou had been with many friends during his forty-one years, but no one had been more of a friend to him than Ginger.
No one could be.
And that was just fine with Lou.