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The Medic & The Big Pissy Cat

Pairing: Olivier "Lion" Flament x Håvard "Ace" Haugland

Fandom: Rainbow Six

Description: Ace finally gets to show of his medical skills off.

Note: This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism is wanted. Enjoy

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If Olivier’s life could get any worse, first he gets punched in the face by Thatcher. Now he has to wait in the sick-bay waiting for a medic to give him the all clear. Olivier, really wasn’t looking forward to having Kateb give him a lecture on how his words to their British counterpart were brash and arrogant. 

“You know what Flament, if you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask.” The Norwegian accent pierced the almost silent room.

“Haugland, I am not in the mood to deal with your theatrics, so how about you get Kateb and get me out of this fucking sick-bay.” Olivier demanded. 

“Fine. Have it your way. Oh and by the way the Doc ain’t examining your injuries, I am.” Håvard grinned as he spoke. 

As Håvard rolled his chair over the laminated floor, to become face-to-face with Olivier. 

“Olivier, can you tell what month it is?”

“Really?” Olivier began questioning the Norwegian’s practices. Håvard just stared back at him, egging him to respond to his question. 

“The month is September, are you happy now?” 

“Yes and can you tell me what the date is today?” Håvard once again asking with a softer expression

“It is the 21st” 

“What year is it?” 

“2020”

“Look straight ahead and keep your head still, please.” Then a light flashed into Oliver’s eyes. “Merde, you didn’t need to flash me you know.” However, Håvard didn’t reply and just kept inspecting Olivier’s face. 

As Håvard was inspecting the injuries on Olivier's face, Olivier noticed the change of expression from one of fun to one of concentration in a matter of seconds. This got Olivier thinking, how does Håvard just change with a flip of a switch. Like yes, every operator has a professional side to them, yet there is something different in Håvard, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.  Olivier’s thought process was interrupted with Håvard breaking the silence once again. 

“Well, good news, you don’t have a concussion. The cuts aren’t that bad either, well not bad enough to warrant the use of regular stitches, so I am gonna clean the wounds, put a steri-strip on and then you are free to go. Okay.” 

“Whatever you say Haugland, the quicker the better.” Olivier quipped back with impatience. Håvard rolled his eyes, as he moved to retrieve equipment needed for the quick procedure.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what made Thatcher, you know, hit you in the face?” Håvard asked while motioning the punch. Olivier gave Håvard a questioning look, but decided it would be better to answer the Norwegian, than to leave it in the air. 

“All you need to know is that I said something and the old man didn’t like it and the rest lead to me being stuck here with you.” As Olivier was talking about the incident, Håvard began cleaning and patching up the wound. 

Olivier once again began studying Håvard’s face, as the plaster was being placed on the cut. Olivier started to notice, little things, like pale freckles littered across his face. Or how when he concentrates, Håvard tilts his head to an angle. Once again Olivier was ripped out of his thoughts with the sharp movement of Håvard snapping his head back into position. 

“No wonder why Gustave didn't want to assess your injuries, you can’t seem to stop moving your head.” Håvard stated as he rolled away from Olivier’s proximity to the desk. The clipping of keys filled the crisp sterile air. 

“Anyways, Flament. You are all patched up now and cleared for duty. So you are free to leave, unless you have any other questions for me?” Håvard questioned. 

“My Hero”, Olivier stated sarcastically, further adding on “who knows i might even give you a five stars on your yelp page.” As Olivier moved towards the door as he was chuckling to himself, Håvard once again interrupted. 

“Yelp page? I don’t have yelp? Should I make a yelp?, Flament, what is yelp?” Håvard going into overdrive into branching out onto a new media page. 

“Relax, Haugland, it is just a joke. Please take my advice, DON’T MAKE A YELP PAGE.” 

“Okay I will take your advice, if you take some advice from me.” Olivier nodded in agreement. 

“Just be careful with our teammates, especially those who can knock you out. I rather not carry your ass back to base.” The worried look hidden behind the joyful gleam in Håvard’s eyes said it all. 

“Who knows, Hero, I might take you up on that advice.” 

And with that Olivier left the medical sector of Rainbow, with a smile and small plaster on his face.

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Sidenote: Yes I do know that the Thatcher incident technically happened before Ace join Team Rainbow. But lets just pretend it happened in the same year as Ace joining.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olivier "Lion" Flament/Håvard "Ace" Haugland, Olivier "Lion" Flament & Håvard "Ace" Haugland Characters: Olivier "Lion" Flament, Håvard "Ace" Haugland, Gilles "Montagne" Touré, Nøkk (Rainbow Six) Additional Tags: Angst, I Tried, I'm Bad At Tagging, Ace has Family Issues, Lion needs a hug Summary:

As Lion and Ace develop their romantic relationship, a misunderstanding derails the relationship a bit.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olivier "Lion" Flament/Håvard "Ace" Haugland, Olivier "Lion" Flament & Håvard "Ace" Haugland Characters: Olivier "Lion" Flament, Håvard "Ace" Haugland, Gustave "Doc" Kateb Summary:

Ace defuses an argument between Doc and Lion.

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Løve Plaster

Fandom: Rainbow 6

Ship: Olivier "Lion" Flament x Håvard "Ace" Haugland

Description: Lion keeps showing up the med-bay for Ace’s attention

Note: This is a sequel to the previous work, "The Medic and The Big Pissy Cat". As always enjoy. Constructive criticism is appreciated. This will also be posted on Ao3 (@fossegrimm1).

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The trip to the medical bay was slowly becoming a routine. Olivier would say that he drank too much the night previously, and Håvard was more than willing to provide an IV drip for the other. It was becoming like clockwork for them both. Today wasn’t any different. 

As Olivier walks to the medical bay for the second time this week. His thoughts began running rampant with excuses to explain his visitation this time. By the time Olivier reached the bright room, no excuse came to mind. 

“Let me guess, you drank too much and you want an IV.” The Norwegian piercing the room. There stood Håvard, looking at Olivier with a smirk across his face. 

“Didn’t I tell you that I wasn’t gonna do this anymore. I have already been lectured by Gustave about this behaviour.” Håvard added in a disapproving tone. Even though there was disapproval in his tone, Håvard’s feet dragged him to collect the supplies needed for the IV drip. 

Olivier just moved in silence, sitting down on the chair in the small examination room, just like the times before. 

“If I didn’t know any better Olivier, it would seem like you want to spend time with me.” Håvard chuckled. Moving towards Olivier, prepping for the IV drip. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Haugland, you have your followers for that.” Olivier quipped back in a joking manner. 

“Wow, back to last name basis, I thought we moved past this. I’m hurt.” Håvard stated in a playful dramatic tone. With that Håvard levelled himself to Olivier by sitting on the wheely chair across from him. 

“Arm out.” Håvard demanded while yanking Olivier’s arm towards him. As Håvard was examining which vein would be appropriate for the procedure, Olivier was gazing at the Norwegian across to him. Olivier noticed how the usually gelled spiky hair was more messy, there is more of a green tone in his blue eyes, a sign of lack of sleep. These slight changes in Håvard’s appearance got Olivier thinking about the Norwegian. 

The clipping of the tourniquet, broke Olivier out of his thoughts. As Olivier snapped his head towards the direction of the noise, he noticed that Håvard was dampening a cotton bud with alcohol. As Håvard moved back towards him, Olivier quickly looked away. 

The cool feeling upon Olivier’s left arm made him shutter. 

“Anyways, you know the drill at this point, there will be a slight pinch. Once the IV is in place you will be here for 45 minutes. If you need anything during that time, just shout and I will be right with you.” The Norwegian stated in a professional tone, a tone which was much different to how Håvard greeted Olivier. 

Olivier sat in silence and nodded in agreement. Before Olivier knew it, the IV drip was in his arm, and the platinum blonde that was just in front of him now moved to the desk in the corner. 

The clicking noises from the computer keys echoed through the room, the room that was once filled with conversations between the two in prior visits. In comparison to those previous visits, the wait was unbearably slow. In order for Olivier to pass the time, he once again started to examine the other in the room. 

The once obnoxious smirk that was usually plastered among the Norwegian face was gone, in its replacement was a deadpan look at the screen. The look of concentration and frustration settled into the older man’s face.  

Before Olivier knew it, the wait time of 45 minutes was over. The beep on a timer interrupted both Håvard’s and Olivier’s thoughts. With the noise infiltrating the room of silence, Håvard moved to grab a flimsy cardboard box from his desk to his coat pocket. From what Olivier could work out from the wording on the box, the word was LØVE. 

Once again, the Norwegian was at eye level with Olivier. Within moments the IV drip was removed from Olivier’s arm and Håvard was putting pressure on the spot. As Olivier looked up at Håvard, he saw the glimmer of fun was again in the other eyes. 

“I know this is a bit silly, but I found these in Norway and I thought they suited you.” The Norwegian stated while once again grabbing the flimsy box. As Håvard reached inside the box, Olivier knew it was a plaster. The bright yellow plaster with the picture of a cartoon lion on it, decorated the Frenchman’s left arm. 

The smile on Håvard’s face brightened up and it was obvious that he was pleased with himself and his little purchase.  

“Well, if there are any questions you need to ask, now is the time, if not you are free to leave.” Håvard quickly stated.

“Thanks again Håvard, don’t worry this will be the last time I come here for unnecessary injuries, I promise.” The Frenchman replied to the man across from him. As Olivier got up from his chair and strided to the door, he noticed a slight drop in Håvard’s smile. 

With that Olivier exited the medical bay once again with a smile, a pep in his step and a plaster. But this time a plaster which was something Håvard specifically selected for Olivier.