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Slow Disaster - epilogue - greenapricot - Dept. Q (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Title: Slow Disaster - epilogue Author: greenapricot Fandom: Dept Q Characters: James Hardy, Carl Morck, Donna Hardy, Martin Fleming, Rose Dickson (briefly), Akram Salim (briefly) Pairing: James Hardy/Carl Morck, James Hardy/Donna Hardy Rating: Mature Word count: 1735 of 13,848 Part 4 of Nothing is Harmless Warnings: None

Now complete!

Donna is on her way upstairs when she hears a thump on the doorstep, muffled voices, a thud, something sliding against the front door; a moment of quiet, then the key in the lock. The door opens, laughter filtering in.

“Shut it,” James says, in a too-loud whisper.

“You shut it,” says Carl.

Another thump; the door slams shut.

“Fucking hell, mate,” James hisses, making loud shushing noises over a stifled giggle from Carl.

The clatter of a crutch hitting the floor. Carl laughs, not sarcastic or mocking, but genuine, giddy laughter. It’s a sound from another time when Carl and Vic and Jasper would come by for barbecues of a Sunday afternoon. James at the grill, refusing to let anyone else touch the meat; Carl, chatty and relaxed after a couple of beers, getting drawn into a game of footy with Jasper and the boys, playing badly with a grin on his face the entire time. A sound that confirms, beyond a doubt, that encouraging James in this direction was the right thing to do.

Slow Disaster - epilogue on Ao3

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

Title: Slow Disaster - Chapter 2 Author: greenapricot Fandom: Dept Q Characters: James Hardy, Carl Morck, Donna Hardy, Martin Fleming, Rose Dickson (briefly), Akram Salim (briefly) Pairing: James Hardy/Carl Morck, James Hardy/Donna Hardy Rating: Mature Word count: 3820 of ~11k Part 4 of Nothing is Harmless Warnings: None

“Fucking arsehole!” Hardy shouts at Carl’s retreating back.

There’s no point following, Carl will be out of the station before he can grab the dropped crutch and make it across the basement, not to mention that he has to wait for the fucking stair lift to take him up the steps.

“Fuck!” He throws the other crutch down to just hear the clang echo across the depths of the basement when it hits the first one and bounces onto the floor. It’s only satisfying for a fraction of a second, then he has to go through the process of retrieving them both.

James is good at reading Carl; it could be considered one of his specialist subjects even, but he missed this one by a fucking mile. In his post-orgasmic haze, he hadn’t clocked how deep-rooted Carl’s uncertainties were. He caught a glimpse of it Friday night, and that first night in the spare room, three weeks ago; he should have known there was more lurking under the surface. But it’s always startling to be reminded that someone who spends so much of the time playing up his own arrogance can think himself so undeserving of anything good.

They were good when he left Carl naked in bed early Saturday afternoon, sprawled across the sheets with a soft, satisfied smile on his lips, chest still flushed from another gorgeous fuck. It was all he could do not to get undressed and crawl into bed again when Carl pulled him in for a lingering kiss goodbye. As it was, he nearly missed the kick-off for the first of the boys’ football matches.

Slow Disaster - Chapter 2 on Ao3

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I'm curious about what's behind "before donna knows" 👀 I can feel some angst here, am I wrong?

Yes, there be angst here :) As the very mysterious title says, this is Carl and Hardy getting together before Donna knows, but post-Leith Park. Here are the first few paragraphs:

Carl tops up both their glasses and settles back into the cushions, letting himself slide sideways across the soft leather until his shoulder and thigh are resting against Hardy’s. He takes a sip of whisky, the deep, rich peatiness settling in the back of his throat.  Hardy had laughed at him the first time he tried it, years ago now, calling him soft and English with a note of derogatory affection that has always been there, when he almost choked on the peat. He’s grown used to it now, like he’s grown used to Hardy and nights like these, after Donna and the boys have gone to bed. Nights in which they will drink a bit too much and Hardy will walk Carl to the door sometime after one in the morning, hand on his lower back to steady him, watching as Carl stumbles down the path into a cab.  Only tonight, Donna’s taken the boys to her parents’ for the weekend, and it’s already well past one, and Hardy can’t walk him to the door without both hands on his crutches, and Carl never wants to leave this sofa or Hardy’s side anyway. Not tonight. Not ever, as it turns out.

And then they look at each other and have a little moment and then they're scrambling to get each other off on the sofa. I can't decide if Carl spends the night or not (I think maybe he does, bc more guilt), but they both feel horribly guilty after. Only, now they've had a taste, it happens a couple more times, bc horniness overwhelms the guilt.

This goes on for a week or two of Carl tearing himself to pieces about it (Hardy too, but this is Carl pov) before they resolve to sit Donna down and come clean. Hardy assumes it will be the end of his marriage.

They tell her and she’s like, “Oh, that’s all it is? The looks on both your faces, I thought something horrible had happened.” Because she’d already clocked them and she was letting them stew in their own guilt, wondering how long it would take them to tell her. She’s miffed, of course, that they didn’t tell her at the start, but she knows them and she’s not surprised, and she is absolutely going to give them lots of shite for it, and use their guilt to her advantage for the foreseeable future.

So, everything gets resolved, but I'm going to put Carl Through It before it does.

Also, in my mind, this was a short fic, but having looked more closely at the file, I realize it might actually end up being multiple chapters.

Ask me about my wips

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

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Title: Wasp Nest, chapter 4 (of 4) Author: greenapricot Fandom: Dept Q Characters: James Hardy, Carl Morck, Donna Hardy, Rose Dickson, Akram Salim Pairing: Carl Morck/James Hardy, Donna Hardy/James Hardy Rating: Mature Word count: 4032 (of 12.4k) Warnings: None

Part 2 of Carl pov, and the final chapter. _____

“So,” Hardy says conversationally, taking a sip of his beer. “What the fuck was all that, then?”

Carl had thought, he’d hoped, that once they’d left the hospital, and after neither Hardy or Donna brought it up over lunch, maybe he wouldn’t have to be confronted with the consequences of his own actions. Not that he could ever be so lucky.

“Nope.” He shakes his head, fully aware that if Hardy wants to talk, he’s going to force him to talk, but he’s got to try. “Donna said we’re to take it easy.”

Hardy huffs out a little snort of a laugh. “Too bad, you grumpy cunt, you scared the shit out of me.”

“I scared the shit out of you?” Suddenly, he’s there in the car park again, Fraser running at Hardy, the flash of the knife, Hardy on the ground and Fraser spinning away. He had been in motion, his fist hitting Fraser’s face before any rational part of his brain could engage. “He fucking stabbed you.”

Wasp Nest, chapter 4 on Ao3

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

Title: Seeing Things, chapters 1 & 2 Author: greenapricot Fandom: Dept Q Characters: Rose Dickson, Carl Morck, James Hardy, Akram Salim, Donna Hardy Pairing: Carl Morck/James Hardy, Rose Dickson/DC Wilson, Donna Hardy/James Hardy Rating: Teen Word count: 6714 total (2341, chapters 1 & 2) Warnings: None

The second of my Qvember fics. I'll be posting two chapters a day for the next two days. _____

Rose looks up when the lift pings. For a split second, when the doors first rattle open, she could swear the toes of the two pairs of trainers visible are touching, as if their owners are standing face to face, close enough to be in each other’s arms. But that can’t be right, there is no way Carl and Hardy are hugging in the lift on the way into work.

Maybe her mum is right (infuriating if true), maybe she has been spending too much time down in the basement. Or maybe they just need to catch a break on this case so her mind has something to latch onto.

Or five times Rose suspected there was more to Carl and Hardy’s partnership than work, and one time she called them on it.

Seeing Things, chapters 1 & 2 on Ao3

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wip wednesday

A snippet from chapter 2 of my ‘hurt Carl by hurting Hardy’ fic, which since last week, has reached nearly 9k. Most of it is still pretty rough, but the first chapter, at least, is somewhat close to being finished (and I'll hopefully be posting it by the last day of Qvember).

James stills, he looks over at Carl, meets his eyes for a moment, then they both look away. Rose already told her, but Donna would know anyway, just by watching them. Something has shifted, the way something shifted after the shooting, but not quite in the same way. Carl looks rough, far worse than James, who looks normal save for the blood on his hoodie. There is a cut over his left eye, blood crusted on his eyebrow, on his lip, the knuckles of both hands where they’re clenched in his lap are split and scabbing. He looks as tense as she’s ever seen him, despite being slouched into a chair, feigning nonchalance and doing a shite job of it. “So, James was stabbed. What happened to you?” Donna asks, playing dumb, wondering how Carl will describe what Rose referred to as ‘going feral’. “Suspect was resisting arrest,” Carl says, losing the battle with his feigned nonchalance, he sits up, elbows on his knees, watching both of them intently. “This lunatic was defending my honour,” James says, that too-bright note even more evident. He shoots her a look that’s not too far off from the one he’d given her the night he told her about getting off with Carl behind a pub; fear, remorse, apprehension, but with a shade of something more precarious underneath. “Rose told you what exactly?”

Tagging @codswalloping, @gettingbyi, @elfin-essy, @themisanthropiclycanthrope, @patrice-bergerons, @femmenerd, @saltwaterandstars, and anyone else who sees this and want to share what they're working on.

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

Title: Wasp Nest, chapter 2 (of 3) Author: greenapricot Fandom: Dept Q Characters: James Hardy, Carl Morck, Donna Hardy, Rose Dickson, Akram Salim Pairing: Carl Morck/James Hardy, Donna Hardy/James Hardy Rating: Mature Word count: 3427 (of ~10k) Warnings: None

Qvember is over, but this fic isn't, yet. _____

Donna hasn’t been to this part of the hospital since the day of the shooting, when a call from Moira shattered her afternoon and then the rest of her life. It’s late morning now, and it was Rose who rang to tell her that James was on the way to A&E. That he’s fine, only needs stitches, but due to his previous injuries, they want to check him over just to be safe. Then reluctantly, when Donna pushed, that he had been stabbed while apprehending a suspect.

Rose is sat in a chair in the middle of the waiting room, in clear view of the door, hands clasped together in her lap. She stands abruptly when she sees Donna, gives her a hug that Donna suspects is more for herself than anything.

“He’s all right,” Rose says, by way of a greeting. Her tone is off beyond being the bearer of the news that James has been injured on the job again.

“Thank fuck for that,” Donna says, stepping away.

“He’s just down there,” Rose gestures toward a corridor to the left, not the intensive care unit, or the trauma unit; the unit where minor injuries are treated and patients sent on their way under their own power. “Gave him a private room and everything. Benefits of being a copper, I suppose. They wouldn’t let me in since I’m not family, but Carl’s with him.” She bites her lip, hesitates for a moment. “He um… insisted.”

Of course, not family, wouldn’t deter Carl. Donna spares a thought for the nurses who had to contend with him bullying his way into the room.

Wasp Nest, chapter 2 on Ao3

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wip friday

Saw a tag by @gettingbyi earlier saying, send help or lines from your wip. So here are some lines from chapter 3 of Wasp Nest (the Carl pov chapter).

When Carl gets out of the shower, there is a lump of dark grey fabric folded on top of the closed toilet seat; one of Hardy’s hoodies. How fucking out of it is he that he didn’t notice anyone come in? He wonders if it was Hardy or Donna. Probably Donna, to save Hardy having to go up the stairs, then back down again. And it only makes him feel more like twice warmed shit, that she’s looking after him, after all the bullshit he’s brought down on her and Hardy. He leaves his t-shirt balled up inside his bloodied jumper, and pulls on the hoodie. The grey fabric is worn soft with age, it smells like Hardy. He has to sit down on the toilet seat to keep from falling. Fucking fuck. “Get you shit together, you fucking twat,” he mutters to himself, pulls the collar of the hoodie up over his face, inhales deeply. Yeah, that was a fucking mistake. Only makes the yawning void inside his chest grow wider. He finishes getting dressed, heads downstairs to find Hardy and Donna at the kitchen table eating soup. Hardy is wearing a red hoodie which doesn’t have a great gaping slash in the side and blood smeared all down the front. A look he doesn’t even try to interpret passes between the two of them as he comes round the table. “Feeling better?” Hardy asks as Carl sits in the empty chair next to him. Carl shrugs and picks up his spoon.

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