Ripper Street/Tonight there's going to be a jailbreak...

[thirstforvice]

Leman Street was dark and deserted. It was late, and everybody else had shut up shop and gone home hours ago. But the body brought to them late in the afternoon had required several tests run, to try and ascertain the cause of death. Matthew had made it as far as poison, but was still trying to ascertain the type.

He didn't really need any assistance, but Drake seemed to want to stay with him, and he wasn't about to complain. It was probably sensible, anyway; whilst the worst of his withdrawal had passed through, there was still the odd craving that plagued him, and being left alone in his dead room, and all the pills and potions that came with it, was still not entirely advisable.

The first shouts from the cells below came as Matthew removes the heat from under a boiling beaker of water, his final experiment hopefully complete.

"You gonna go check on that?" he asks without looking up, final goal (and, therefore, home time) almost within his grasp.

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[thegentlemanthug]

"It's nothing," Drake says, shrugging it off. "Had worse than a poxy tart wanting me for her dinner."

[thirstforvice]

"Still..." Matthew takes Bennet by the hand, guiding him back to his dead room and forcing him down on the chair.

"You're going to let me take a look before we go home. Just in case."

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake grins at his lover, as he manhandles him into the seat.

"I'm no match for you," he teases.

[thirstforvice]

"I got that one asshole off of you, didn't I?" Matthew laughs as he rolls up the sleeve of Bennet's shirt, glad to see that the bite wound is shallow and clean.

"I'll be a Sergeant before you know it."

[thegentlemanthug]

"You're already a Sergeant," Drake says. "And you can't take orders from no one."

[thirstforvice]

"I'm on a Sergeant's wage. Don't mean I'm no Sergeant." Matthew continues to chatter as he gives the bite a clean up, just to be on the safe side, and then bandages it as well. It never hurts to be too cautious.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake watches Matthew's fussing with amusement.

"Anyone would think I'm about to lose this arm, way you're carrying on."

[thirstforvice]

Finishing his bandaging, Matthew at least looks a little sheepish as he rolls Bennet's sleeve back down.

"Being careful never killed anyone," he mutters.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake glances at the door, making sure they're not watched, and leans forward to kiss his lover.

"There's a lesson in that."

[thirstforvice]

"I wasn't gonna stay here with you out there," Matthew frowns, refusing to listen to his own advice.

"No point me being safe if you're not."

[thegentlemanthug]

"I been looking after myself since before you were - well, a long time now." Drake doesn't know exactly how much older he is than Matthew, but he also doesn't want to find out.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew smiles, reaching out and resting his hand over Bennet's cheek.

"You're stepping out with a doctor now. You'll have to get used to it."

[thegentlemanthug]

"And you're with a soldier, a copper," Bennet insists. "You need to learn when you need protecting more than me."

[thirstforvice]

"Bein' a fighter don't make you invincible," Matthew pushes. "You can't ask me not to worry about you."

[thegentlemanthug]

"I can ask you to keep your head down while I handle things." Bennet sometimes wishes he could keep Matthew locked up in their house until he came home, but he suspects the doctor would find a way out.

[thirstforvice]

"Maybe." Matthew refuses to promise anything he cannot keep. If he sees Bennet in trouble, he will go to him.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet rolls his eyes. "Come on - you'd better patch up a couple of them tarts. I was a bit rough with 'em."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew groans but starts to collect together a bag of medical supplies. He's tired and he wants his bed, but he supposes Bennet is right. He has a responsibility, as the division's doctor.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet leans in to murmur against his ear. "And then I'll show you how I like to take care of you."

[thirstforvice]

That has Matthew smiling, and he speeds up his work at once. In seconds, he has a bag ready to carry down into the re-secured cells.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake escorts his doctor to the cells, making sure he tends only the seriously hurt, before ushering him towards the door and the waiting cab.

He wants to be at home as soon as possible.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew sleeps poorly that night, dreams filled with prison breaks and worse, Bennet attacked by hordes of men and worse, monsters that drag him to the floor. And Matthew can never get there in time, can never get to Bennet before he's torn to pieces.

He heads to work that morning tired and grumpy, not looking forward to finding out Reid's reaction to last night's excitements.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet always sleeps like the dead, a soldier's habit, but he recognises the signs of exhaustion on his lover's face.

"S'our day off tomorrow," he says, hoping to cheer his lover.

[thirstforvice]

"Maybe more than a day off," Matthew says darkly as they turn the corner onto Leman Street.

"Maybe we'll both be looking for new employment soon."

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake looks at Matthew strangely. "We did what we could."