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This might be total crap but here's a Beat fic.
I decided to rewatch some of the show and somehow it was even better the second time. I didnt even notice at first that Beat is definitely bisexual, he really does do drugs 24/7, and oh my God he looks so cute when he sleeps. That scene where Paul wakes him up with the music killed me. Anyways here's a fic where Beat kinda OD's and is a just an unhealthy person in general. I forgot some people's names too, oh well.
The beat coursed through him, making it's way through his body which felt alive with the unnatural fire he'd gotten so used to. Or maybe that was the drugs... After all, he was the human embodiment of the club scene. Beat couldn't have been a more fitting nickname.
He hadn't been keeping track of the various pills and powders he'd been given over the course of the night. He found himself clinging to his glass of vodka in a vain attempt to muffle the stimulants. Above Beat's head were the muted colors of the club's lights, seemingly blurring and swirling together like the bodies around him. With every flash he felt his heart rate quicken but he didn't stop jumping and dancing with the music. Sweat dripped down his bare skin, t-shirt long forgotten. An unexpected shiver ran through his spine, and for a moment he couldn't tell if he was hot or cold as his skin flushed.
It took him a moment to realize someone was saying his name through the loud, pulsing music.
"Beat," they said, trying to get his attention. It was another friend of Paul's, someone Beat saw most nights. The man grabbed his hand and closed it around Beat's as he kissed Beat's neck seductively.
"What's this?" He asked, looking at the small white tablet in his palm.
"A gift." The guy said smiling. "I owed you one for last week, remember?" Beat didn't remember, but it sounded plausible enough. So without another thought he swallowed the pill and went back to dancing. There were a few women hovering around him but he wasn't paying attention. Beat closed his eyes and felt time slow down, this was why he did it. The drugs, late nights, music, and dancing, for perfect moments like this. The moment was cut short however when he felt that unpleasant shiver again, he put his hands on his knees and tried to take a few deep breaths which only served to make him a little dizzy. Time was somehow lost in the club but Beat was starting to think it's time to head home for the night. He'd been partying since they opened late afternoon and by now it was well into the early morning. There were too many people around, it was getting hard to breathe. Beat crossed the room towards the bar. He leaned over the edge, exchanging his empty cup for his T-shirt and jacket stashed below the counter.
"I'm heading out." Beat said, leaning heavily on the bar. It was as if the moment he stopped moving the energy was suddenly gone from his body, but at the same time he could still feel his heart racing along with the rhythmic shaking of his leg.
"Trying to get out of closing again? If you don't help I'm gonna have to put a limit on those free drinks." His friend joked. But taking another look at him, something seemed off, maybe it was best that he left now. "I'm just messing with you, Beat, go home you look like shit."
"Thanks, man." Beat said as he pulled his jacket on, genuinely meaning it. Weaving through the dancing mass of people toward the backdoor, Beat was glad he was leaving. He just needed some fresh air. Once he was outside Beat was assaulted with a cold breeze, or at least cold in comparison to the temp. inside. He wrapped his jacket around himself tighter. Being outside didn't help as much as he had hoped. His chest was starting to feel tight and a shooting pain had him stopping in his tracks. He groaned, putting a hand to his chest, willing it to slow down. His place was only a short walk from here so when the chest painkept coming, he decided not to stop until he could collapse onto his sofa. Beat was no stranger to overdoing it with the drugs, every so often his body would protest this crazy lifestyle, but somehow tonight felt different.
By the time he got to the stairs leading up to his apartment he was out breath. The clenched muscles in his chest made it difficult to take in a full breath of air. You know what to do, Beat, he thought to himself, just a glass of water and some rest and I'll be good as new. He practically dragged himself up the last few steps using the handrails and went straight to the kitchen. Janik was a light sleeper so no matter how quiet he was, he'd probably wake him up. Although he didn't end up being very quiet at all. The glass fumbled in his hands, falling to the floor with a thud, luckily it didn't break. He pushed through the lightheadedness and pain to try again. This time successfully filling it with water which he drank in several seconds. Beat was about to fill it again when Janik appeared in his bedroom doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"What are you doing, Beat? It's almost four in the morning for fuck's sake. I have work tomorrow and so do you, with whatever shady side-job you've got going right now." Janik paused, leaning against the door frame. "When are you gonna stop living like this?" He asked, his voice sounding more concerned than judgemental. Beat leaned over the sink, letting his head fall forward. When he didn't reply, Janik walked further into the room. Now that his eyes were better adjusted to the dim lighting, he saw how his roommates shoulders were shaking. His skin looked flushed and clammy even in the low lighting.
"Hey, you okay Beat?" Janik asked. Beat only hummed his response. This was starting to seem unusual.
"Yeah, Janik, I'm fine. I just need to sit down a bit." He said casually before proceeding to sit down right where he was on the kitchen floor. Okay, now he was really concerned. Janik walked around the couch to where Beat sat, leaning his head against the cupboards, eyes closed. His hand didn't even have to reach his skin to know Beat had a high fever.
"You're practically, hyperthermic!" Janik scolded. "Open your eyes." Beat let out a quiet whine. "Look at me." This time Janik gripped his chin and Beat had no choice but to look up at his friend. Just as he suspected, Beat's pupils were about twice the size they should be. "Okay stay right here." Janik said running to get his med. bag.
"I wasn't going anywhere anyways." Beat said sarcastically, but stopped when he realized his chest couldn't keep up with him talking on top of trying to breathe normally. He ran his shaking hands over his short hair while he wheezed which quickly turned into a sputtering cough. It felt like eternity before Janik returned. He even considered just getting up and going to bed. In reality it only took Janik a couple minutes to gather what he needed. Janik didn't bother asking what he took knowing it was likely some combination of MDMA, cocaine, amphetamines, and alcohol to top it off.
"Okay Beat you're hot and dehydrated so I'm gonna give you an IV, okay?" Beat nodded, it wasn't his first IV if he was being honest. "This is gonna cool you down and help your body deal with the drugs." If he had an entire ambulance at his disposal Janik probably would have done more but they would have to make do with what he had at home.
Beat felt a sharp prick then coldness spreading up his arm, but he was only dimly aware of how strange the sensation was. His roommate sat with him on the kitchen floor for a while, neither saying much.
"Thanks, Janik, I don't know what I would do without you." Beat said, lazily trailing his eyes up to meet his roommate's.
"Die, probably." He said jokingly, but there was some truth to his words. Beat was still shaky when he finally stood up and went to his own room, falling asleep almost instantly. The energy from the drugs burned right through him, leaving his muscles aching and tired after they wore off.
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Beat's phone rang at 9am, only a few hours after he had fallen asleep. Emilia had sent him several messages saying they needed to meet. His head ached fiercely, the hangover from last night attacking at full force. Beat groaned and shifted on his bed only to realize that he was laying on top of the covers, still fully dressed from last night, shoes and everything. So Janik hadn't gone the extra mile to tuck him in, he still owed him a huge favor. If not for him Beat would probably be crawling on his hands and knees towards the hospital right now.
Stumbling towards the bathroom Beat noticed he was alone in the apartment, which was a pretty rare occurance now that he thought about it. He glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and sickly pale color of his face. After years of partying the hungover look was somewhat permanent so he just splashed some cold water on his face and threw on some clean(ish) clothes before heading out. Beat pulled his hoodie up over his head, digging his hands into his jacket pockets. The thrumming ache in his head only got worse once he was outside and he desperately wanted to just shut the world out. Whatever the ESI wanted better be important, Beat thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walked in the general direction of the city, knowing Emilia would find some way to run into him on the streets he usually frequented.
Sure enough, the red hair soon caught his attention as she made her way toward him.
"Come on, I'm taking you in." She said stiffly.
"There's a perfectly good coffee shop right over-" Beat began but she pulled him in a different direction.
"Just be glad it's me and not the agents dragging you in this time." She had a point. Beat could turn around and go straight back home if he really wanted to but the sharp look in her eyes gave him little choice. The longer they walked the worse Beat felt. He was tired and uncomfortably warm. Emilia cast him sideways glances every time he sighed.
When they got to the building Beat tried to keep his head down. Emilia refused to tell him anything until they got into the office. He tried to distract himself from the growing headache he had, he needed something soon. Something to pick him up, but he had to get through this meeting first. Then his hand made contact with something in his pocket, maybe some leftover coke if he was lucky. Emilia steered him into a conference room before he could duck into one of the restrooms. There were a few stacks of photos on the table.
"We need you to take a look at these and tell us if you recognize anyone." She said.
Beat sank into the office chair and drummed his fingers on the table, trying to give off his usual carefree persona. He flipped through a pile of pictures, no one seemed familiar, then moved on to the second pile. He opened the folder and was assaulted by the grotesque image of a dead woman. On a normal day it wouldn't bother him, but today it made his stomach turn. He stared down at the photo, feeling the blood drain from his face.
"Are you okay, Beat? You look a little pale."
At that moment another agent walked into the room, snapping Beat's attention back. He felt the headache and nausea closing in and his vision blurred in front of him. There was no time for excuses, he pushed himself up front his chair and made a beeline for the door. Emilia made no move to stop him. Beat shuffled down the hall to the first bathroom he saw, and barely made it into the stall before he threw up everything he ate yesterday, which wasn't much. The taste of bile in his mouth almost made him puke again but he quickly flushed the toilet and leaned back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. He still felt pretty terrible, but it was nothing he couldnt handle. Now that Beat had a moment alone he didn't hesitate to drop the lid of the toilet and pull the small baggie from his pocket. There wasn't much but it was better than nothing. Beat scraped all the powder out making a small line, rubbing the rest into his gums. Beat snorted the line in one swift movement making sure to wipe his nose before exiting the stall. He really needed that.
Beat looked himself over in the mirror, as a women entered the bathroom. She stifled a scream making Beat jump. The cocaine now coursing through his system sent his heart into overdrive. In his haste to make it to the bathroom he hadn't checked whether it was the right one. Beat pushed past her and stepped out into the hall. Hopefully no one noticed. He walked back to the conference room where Emilia and the man were waiting for him. She looked at him with indifference, he almost wished she'd be disappointed. Instead she sighed as if this is exactly what she expected from him. The man beside her had the same professional look.
"So did you recognize anyone or not?" He asked. Beat shook his head. "Emilia, please see him out." Once the man was gone she uncrossed her arms and held out a tissue.
"Your nose is bleeding." She said casually. "Now let's go find that coffee shop." She smiled.
