Fighting is Easy. Fighting is what I do.

Indie Wolfgang Bogdanow Sense8 RP Blog. Muse 18+

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“I hate any kind of fun that requires going out,” he declared viciously. But he was already closing the laptop and getting up, because thinking on it further, being alone in the house or worse, alone with goon #1 and goon #2, were much worse options. “Can I sit in the car and wait for you to be done dancing or whatever it is you do in there?”

“Of course you do.” Wolfgang nodded seriously. He snorted softly at Hardsion and nudged him out the door. “No, but I know the owner, I’ll get you a table in the corner.” He compromised. The club he’d wanted to go to wasn’t as wild as some of his choices could have been, he figured that counted for something. “I’m meeting a friend.” He hadn’t exactly sprung Hardsion on Felix yet beyond that he now had someone looking into the electronic side of the business, but now was as good a time as any.

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Hardison wrinkled his nose. “Outside air, gross.” The idea of ‘the club’ was much grosser, he didn’t understand why Wolfgang liked it so much or subjected himself to it so regularly. Smoky and loud and sweaty and full of people all touching each other. An actual hellscape. “I’ve got a lot of work to do still, you can go by yourself, can’t you?”

“Of course, but I’m inviting you. You should get out of the house. You didn’t tell me you were a shut in.” Wolfgang walked over, nudging at his laptop with enough care not to dump it, but enough to focus his attention. “Come out. You might have some fun by accident.”

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Hardison lay back stiffly in the bed like a slab of wood while Bogdanow tucked him in. He could remember being tucked in maybe five times total in his whole life, and he was too awkward to know what to do and afraid he would enjoy it. “In the morning? How much sleep do you think I need?!”

It turned out Bogdanow had expected him to sleep an entire night, which was a tall order in a strange bed in a strange room in a strange house without a security system he had personally installed. It was hard the first night, but it got easier.

A week later, he was almost sleeping through the nights. Revamping the security system had helped, and so had replacing the bedding. Now he was tapping away at one of his new-built laptops in Wolfgang’s office, ostensibly tracking down someone for Wolfgang but in another tab browsing luxuriously heavy curtains that he and Tante Elke had agreed were just what the front parlour needed.

Wolfgang had spent part of the week making sure Hardsion was taking the medications prescribed, part adjusting to having a not so quiet shadow, and part business as usual. It was almost strange how easily it worked so far. Hardsion was as computer savvy as he promised and they’d had many conversaions about what could be done to improve the business. It had only been a week though, the shoe was bound to drop at some point.

He waited until he’d dismissed the men from the office before walking over to toss on the coat Hardsion kept trying to steal from him. It wasn’t going to happen. “I’m going out to the club later. Do you want to get some air?”

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“I should at least get them started charging, that way they can be ready to go as soon as I wake up, so we don’t waste time,” he said. The likelihood of him being distracted by finding something to work on and not going to sleep at all was uh…high, but it was for their common good. The sooner he got all set up, the better for the Bogdanows. 

He sat on the bed and tried not to physically wrinkle his nose at the quality of the sheets and blankets. And mattress. “I’m not a kid,” he said, toeing his shoes off without using his hands and neatly lining them up. He looked at all the zippers and buttons in the rest of his clothes and decided he was keeping them all on.

“I’ll charge them in my room.” Wolfgang interjected calmly. “That way you can have them in the morning and won’t have to dig around here for the plugs and cords.” He had the feeling Hardsion would be up all night with the systems otherwise. He seemed like the type. 

“Most kids have 10 working fingers.” Wolfgang pointed out before he walked over to pull back the bedding more for him. “Are you shy?” He teased him a little. “Lay back and I’ll help you settle. I won’t even dock your wages for playing nurse for the night.He really had no qualms with tucking Hardison in. He’d done it for a drunk Felix more times then he could count. 

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“More when I was younger, mostly action, but some other things too.” When they were finished shopping Wolfgang took the bags more out of sensibility then anything else. He stuffed them into the truck, pushed more then a few weapons out of the way while he did it. When he had Hardsion settled back in he drove them back to the family house. “I’ll need information on the man who’s after us now you realize? I can’t just go stabbing at the dark.”

“Get me back to your place and once my new babies are all charged up I can tell you everything about him. Literally everything.” He hid a yawn behind his hand. “Tell me more about the movies you like. What are your favourites? I can rip you any upcoming ones you wanna see, you don’t even have to wait for the theatres.”

“You need to charge up too.” Wolfgang glanced over at him as he pulled into his parking spot.He hefted the bags of their shoulder and walked with him into the house. There were a few empty guestrooms. He had much less use for them then his uncle, only the guards, and occasionally Felix, used them. “We can start tomorrow. You need to rest for now.”

He chose the room beside his own, not the master, he left that gladly to his aunt, but the one he’d always occupied when he had stayed with his uncle. “You’ll stay here.” He told him, setting down the bags on a small table nearby. “Do you need help getting your shoes off?”

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“Really?” Hardison perked up. “You’re a movie buff? Which ones do you like? Do you ever watch any sci fi? Fantasy?” He had to trot to keep up with Wolfgang, who had surprisingly long strides despite being slightly shorter than him. He grabbed the first five t-shirts he saw in his size, not caring that one was neon blue, one had something in French he couldn’t quite understand, and the rest had cartoon characters he didn’t recognize. And then he grabbed the most expensive five pack of underwear he could find (ooh, organic mulberry silk, that sounded great) and said, “Done. Fast enough for you?”

“More when I was younger, mostly action, but some other things too.” When they were finished shopping Wolfgang took the bags more out of sensibility then anything else. He stuffed them into the truck, pushed more then a few weapons out of the way while he did it. When he had Hardsion settled back in he drove them back to the family house. “I’ll need information on the man who’s after us now you realize? I can’t just go stabbing at the dark.”

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No one had ever ‘protected’ Hardison before. The concept was almost absurd. Protecting was what he did for networks and data. “Your English is pretty good,” he commented instead. Feeling was starting to come back into his arm, tingly and unpleasant. “There’s an APC on the way, I can get some clothes there.”

“American movies.” Wolfgang shrugged. He’d picked it up between that, early classes in school, and music. He pulled up to the electronics store. He would have just gone in and gotten Hardsion what he needed, but that seemed like a foolish idea of someone might actually be after him.Besides, he didn’t know the man well enough to know if he’d take off once he was out of his sight. “We’ll make it fast. You should be resting.”

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An involuntary bark of laughter punched its way out of Hardison before he could stop it. Oh, Bogdanow thought he was keeping him prisoner. That was cute. "Okay, thanks for the free room and board I guess? Superfluous, and I’m not subtracting it from my fees.”

“I don’t need to pick up anything. We’re just stopping at Saturn so I can buy a few laptops, and then I’m all yours.” He winked at Bogdanow before he remembered not to. “I wasn’t exaggerating when I said my last client is going to come kill me, though. He’s insane. I was trying to – I didn’t know until it was too late, or else I wouldn’t have taken the job at all. The plan was to give him what he wanted and leave the country, but then your big ol’ goofs kept tailing me.” He hunched into Bogdanow’s jacket, which he planned to keep. It worked out better that he was staying in ‘the house’ anyway – more walls and bodies between him and Agent Macklemore.

“I didn’t doubt you.” Wolfgang glanced over, amused at the wink before he listened to Hardsion’s story. He considered whether he should believe it or not, but decided there was no reason not to at this point. Even If no one was coming after him there was no harm in extra vigilance. “I’m not keeping you there just because I don’t trust you, yah? If I’m going to protect you then what good would you living out in the open like, what’s the American saying a ‘sitting duck’ do?.”

Wolfgang started to head towards where he knew the closest electronic store was. It wasn’t a place he went to often. He tended to use his electronics until they were obsolete. They suited him well enough. “You should probably pick up some clothing then too. My generosity stops at lending my underwear out to strangers.

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Hardison blinked at the unexpected English, brain having to work for a moment to understand it because it was trying to translate it into English. He nodded and squeezed his hand, threading their fingers together in an attempt to self-soothe, or at least distract himself from the completely alien sensation of surgery on his hand that he couldn’t feel but could still tell from vibrations and movement was happening. 

He was given aftercare instructions when done, directions on how to change the bandage and a strict regimen of therapeutic exercises to do after it was healed to regain mobility. It was all in German and he hoped Bogdanow would care enough about his finger not falling off again to help, if nothing else because it would be a hassle to drive him here again. “…….wait, what did you mean about grabbing my things, earlier? Why would I need my things?’

Wolfgang took the information packet they were given and rolled it up to tuck into his jacket. He clasped a hand on Hardsion’s shoulder and squeezed it slightly as he walked them back out to the car. “You really don’t think I’ll trust you off somewhere where I can’t keep an eye on you, yah?” He shook his head and opened up the passenger door for him.

“There’s plenty of room at the house to set you up in a room for now.” Wolfgang leaned over him and helped him buckle into his seat belt before he sat down again. “So, if you want to stop and pick something up from your hideaway, now’s the time.” He offered.

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“Your foundation has termites and your plumbing’s all broken, but don’t worry, I’ll get it up to code for you,” he told Bogdanow. It was what Hardison did: find problems and fix them. Especially now that Bogdanow was being kind to him. It made him feel compelled to help in response. 

He pulled Bogdanow’s jacket on loosely, letting the sleeve hang over his hand and hunching over like he was cold. Someone came out of the building and ushered them inside, speaking to Bogdanow in German too fast and too accented with another dialect for Hardison to follow. He was put into a curtained room, given various shots which made him start to panic because he had no idea what liquids were in those syringes, and a local anaesthetic that made his whole arm go dead. And then there were multiple people surrounding his hand and blocking his view of it, and every time he tried to look his head was pushed back down and turned away. He grasped for Bogdanow’s arm, gripping it tightly. “Stay,” he begged. “I’m scared.”

Wolfgang spent most of that time having a bit of an argument with the doctor over various treatment options. It took him a few moments to even notice the death grip on his arm. He turned and looked down at Hardsion, seeing how he was looking a bit ashen and nodded. “Alright... ok.” He reached down and squeezed his hand, using his foot to drag a chair over to sit down beside him.

“They said there’s a good chance to save it.” He told him, his English not the best, but suspecting it was easier then Hardsion to try to translate while he was medicated. “They’re going to reattach it now... I’ll stay here while they do.” He kept his word, staying seated by Hardsion and letting him hold his hand for the duration from the first stitches until the entire hand was carefully immobilized in gauze.. He wasn’t much of a talker personally, but he let Hardison do his share of it and gave responses when it felt appropriate.

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Hardison may have made an involuntary helpless noise, but that could clearly be blamed on the fact that he just had his finger amputated by force recently. He opened his mouth as told and let Bogdanow pop the half of a painkiller in, lips softly sliding over the tips of his fingers. He dry swallowed it and cleared his throat. They were still looking into each others eyes. 

“Okay but seriously, why is your cybersecurity so bad when you can clearly afford better?” he said, wrenching his gaze away by force to look out the window.

“Very good.” Wolfgang smirked slightly at Hardison, thumb lingering on his lip for half a moment before he gave his cheek another pat and sat back in his seat more. He pulled back into traffic, focusing on the road again as they talked. “My family has been very set in their ways. Old fashioned. I’m sure if you were paid to spy on me then you know that I have not been in charge of it for long. You can’t renovate an entire house in a day, the foundations would crumble.”

Wolfgang pulled into the hospital parking lot, towards the back entrances, and pulled out his phone to make a phone call to his contact inside. “Keep your hand out of sight until we see the doctor.” He warned him. Their visit wasn’t exactly going to go on the record.

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“Eh, we’ll see,” Hardison said non-committally. He knew that whatever Bogdanow might rely on that man to do, he could do better if it came down to it. Mindless brawn was never any match for smart technological solutions in the age of the geek. Bogdanow would see soon enough. 

“That’s not comforting,” he informed him, and then stared as he bit off half a pill. He went still like an animal trying to avoid detection by a predator when Bogdanow reached out towards him. “Germs,” he said, pressing his lips closed.

Wolfgang shook his head and leaned closer so he could reach to give Hardsion’s cheek a little pat. “Be good for me.” He kept his voice a little teasing. He wasn’t offended by the germ comment since he had the inkling that Hardison would have said the same thing with anyone in his place. He pressed his thumb to Hardison’s lip to coax him to take the pill between them. “Go on.” 

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“I literally already broke into several of your offshore accounts,” he pointed out, “and your man who held my hand down is going to be in for a fun surprise next time he renews his drivers licence.” Hardison had swiped his phone and was going to put him on the child sex offender registry. Oh, he would show Bogdanow things alright.

“I’m not taking random pills from your car, just to get drugged and wake up in the middle of the woods about to get fed to wild boars,” he sniffed, hunching so he was sort of curled up around his hand. “I don’t need things. I can get new things.” He wasn’t showing them even one of his many hidey-holes.

“I don’t care about that.” Wolfgang waived his hand dismissively. “That money is family money.” Wolfgang was old fashioned. He paid for all of his own things in cash and the emergency cash he cared about was physically hidden away. “Whatever you are doing to my man, if it doesn’t effect his work I don’t care about it either.” 

Wolfgang jerked the steering wheel sharply and pulled over to the side of the road. He gave Hardsion’s thigh a pat. “I cut off your finger and you really think I’d bother to drug you?” He reached over him to the glove compartment and shook out a pill from the bottle he kept there. He looked Hardsion in the eye and bit it in half, swallowing before putting the other half to his lips. “Bottoms up.”

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“Oh, trust me, when you see what I can do you’ll be begging to pay me more.” Sure it was cocky, but it was also true. He climbed into the car and cradled his hand to his chest, about ready to cry again. It hurt.

“You can call me Hardison,” he replied distractedly. Close enough to a name. “What are your scary men gonna think when I start hanging around the staff break room sharing their water cooler, with my finger magically sewn back on?”

“Show don’t tell.” Wolfgang said simply. He’d be more impressed with that. He glanced over at him. “There’s some pills in the glove box. Take them.” That was generally Wolfgang’s version of going to the doctor if things got bad. “I don’t believe in bragging until you have something to actually show me.” His men came to him too often with boastful ideas for heists and the like and expected the praise before the job was even done. Actions over words always.

“Hardsion.” He nodded. “We don’t have a staff cooler... and they’ll realize that you cooperated.” Wolfgang shrugged slightly. Even though he had to keep up appearances, his men answered to him not the other way around. “Where are your things? We’ll pick them up on the way back.”

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“Money is everything to people who don’t have it, and I’ve got shit to spend it on,” he said, not elaborating on what. Money in itself wasn’t everything, but money was a way of keeping track of power, money was control, money was a stable life and medical treatments and school supplies. “As long as you can pay my prices, I can be loyal.”

He followed him out, sticking much closer to Bogdanow than strictly necessary, drawing from the warmth of his body, leaning on him. “Are we putting my fingie on ice? Can you carry it? It’s gross. I know it’s mine but it’s…gross.”

“You’ll get what you earn and you’ll be happy for it.” Wolfgang told him curtly. He knew well the importance of money, but it wasn’t as though he wasn’t going to be compensated. “Yes, we’re getting ice.” He agreed, having no qualms with wrapping up the finger in a handkerchief and stopping in the kitchen to get some ice to keep around it. 

He walked them out to the garage and nodded towards his car. They weren’t far from the hospital and there was a doctor there he trusted to treat anyone brought in with discretion. “Get in. And tell me your name.” 

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“Yes, I’m crying! Don’t act like I’m the crazy one for crying when you’re the one who cut my finger off! How is crying not the rational response!!!” He felt himself drawing closer to Bogdanow for comfort, as he made him feel taken care of. He tried to mentally remind himself that Bogdanow was the reason he needed comfort in the first place, but it was hard. He was a big sucker for eye contact. “I’ve never done an exclusive contract for anyone before.” He rallied for some sass left in his body, if it hadn’t all leaked out of his fingie stump. “I’m not sure you could afford it.”

“Ok, ok.” Wolfgang kept his tone calm. The last thing Wolfgang would be doing if someone cut his finger off was cry, but he’d had those types of reactions taken out of him a long time ago. Sometimes it was hard to remember not everyone had. “Well I’ll be your first time then.” He said simply, slightly amused. “Money isn’t everything.” He added. Even taking over the family business couldn’t make him care about it more then what he needed to get by. “Some of us do things just to prove that we can.” Wolfgang went back to his chair and grabbed his coat, tossing it over Hardsion’s shoulders, mostly so he could tuck his arm in to hide his injury, possible a little to help with shock too. “Lets go.”

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“I can’t, I’m seriously gonna pass out, it’s not like I can control it,” he wailed. “I’ve been trying to tell you, I’m for sale, you can own me without cutting bits off like a psychopath, I’m just expensive – oh my god, stop slapping me!” Hardison was genuinely lightheaded, not so much from blood loss yet since hadn’t been long enough, but just from general sensory and emotional overload. And from the hyperventilation that probably meant he was about to start to – yup, there he went, he was crying. 

“I’m dead in an alley anyway if I tell you, or worse. People who hire hackers are playing on a different level. You can hire me to use me against them, but that means you have to protect me, too,” he negotiated through tears.

Wolfgang snorted quietly, almost a laugh. He knew people tended to panic in these situations but- “...Are you crying? Hold still.” He shook his head and grabbed a jacket that had been left on one of the chairs nearby, tearing a length of cloth off of it and using it to wrap around his hand, applying pressure to it. “It doesn’t work like that here. If you work for me you work for me exclusively. You aren’t for sale anymore...” He looked from his wounded hand into his eyes to make sure he was paying attention. “But... That also means you are protected. No one else will touch you.”