#damian scott

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Damian Scott - Robin in “DC: Truth and Justice” 

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Strikeback Masterlist

Strike Back:

Coming Home -Michael Stonebridge x Damien Scott -  Being with Michael always feels like coming home for Damien.

What Happens After Series:

Revelations - Michael Stonebridge x Damien Scott -  Damien watches over his partner in the aftermath of the neurotoxin.

Stepping Up  - Michael Stonebridge x Damien Scott -  Damien visits Michael in his hotel room.

Safe -  Michael Stonebridge x Damien Scott -  Michael has always been a source of security for Damien.

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Strike Back 3x1

Oh fuuuuuck. Micheal, I’m so sorry. I hope his friend doesn’t come after him from this. The whole situation sucks and I feel terrible. I can’t believe things are currently going better for Scott, who’s literally on a suicide mission. (10 bucks he’s going to get captured and Stonebridge goes in to rescue him)

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OMG I’m freaking out. Like legit heart racing freaking out. The boys are back!!! I can’t wait until this episode

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Safe - Michael Stonebridge x Damien Scott

There had been blood on his hands. Damien had been able to taste the copper tang on his tongue as he had stared down at the dark, drying flecks  that were ingrained into his flesh.

He had seen Rebecca’s lifeless body, those once vibrant eyes staring up at him as she bled to death in his lap from that bullet wound. He’d tried to help her make peace with her God before she passed away, he could feel the responsibility of her death still pressing down on his shoulders like a weight.

He remembered how warm her skin had felt underneath his fingertips as that final rasp of breath echoed in his ears.

The sensation of powerlessness seized at his muscles, rendering them inert as the next memory flashed up in his mind.

Patches of blackened flesh erupted into his eyesight, instead of blood he had been able to taste sickening charred skin.   He had stared at the tiny scrunched up corpse for what seemed like hours, cowering inside a body bag that was clearly too big.

The violent ache had started in Damien’s chest. He felt that familiar sense of terror and realisation fill him up inside, his breath had  caught in his throat.

Daniel...

His target’s son back when he’d been with the CIA.

The one he could never forgive himself for.

His heart was pounding even harder in his chest. The bile climbing up his throat as he had stared at the crumpled, black mass unable to tear his gaze away.

In the distance Damien heard his name being called. That familiar voice piercing the veil of darkness that he was shrouded in.

Michael's hand was cupping his face when he woke up, those stunning eyes of his drowning out everything else in Damien’s vision as he struggled to catch his breath against the riptide of emotion in his chest.

“ You’re safe.” Michael murmured, his thumb soothing over Damien's cheek. “ You’re safe with me, in our bed.”

Our bed...

The one they had bought when they had finally decided to get out of the life and settle down in the US so he could be close to Finn.

Michael’s lips grazed his cheeks, kissing away the salty tears that had leaked from his eyes.

“You’re ok ,” Michael whispered against the corner of his mouth before gathering Damien up in his arms and cradling him close.

Michael’s lips brushed over his hairline as he buried his face into Michael’s burgundy t-shirt, inhaling his soft masculine scent.

He was safe here with Michael, nothing could harm him. There was just the two of them, in their home, in their bed.

Everything else in the world could go to hell.

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