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This
genre is often gen, though there is also excellent h/c slash. I'm addicted
enough that what I really want is both great hurt/comfort and a slash
ending, but I'll take the former, especially if the hurt goes both ways
-- great physical pain for one partner, great emotional pain for the
other partner, massive miscommunication and near death experiences --
without the latter. But the perfect h/c story for me has both. For some
reason, this can be hard to find. Here's what I've found so far. This
list is by no means comprehensive. These are links to stories that hit
my kink, give me that little something that only h/c can.
Please feel free
to send me your faves, too.
Authors: if you
don't want your story linked here, please email me and I will remove
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ST:TOS
-- Mimor IV
by Jesmihr (slash and non-con)
Jim
tucked Spock's robe under one arm and flipped the book open. The Vulcan's
precise, upright handwriting filled the pages; for a moment, Kirk's
vision blurred. He shut the volume resolutely; there would be time enough
to look at it later, when he could better handle it. Whenever that might
be, he thought, trying to fight away the knowledge that the journal
might be the last of Spock's thoughts that he would ever have. 3/05
HP
-- Alternate
Moonlight by Julie Fortune (slash)
Remus threw back the potion in one smooth motion.
It
was like swallowing a Killing Curse, and he felt it combust inside of
him, building strength, eating away tissue and bone and dissolving him
into screaming red ruin and oh
God it hurt, Merlin, please, no ... he
collapsed and felt his lungs working faster, gasping for air. Sirius?
A dream-brush
against his skin, a cool pressure of lips. Sirius,
help me, I can't do this alone.
And just as if Sirius had spoken softly in his ear: You're
not alone, you daft bastard. Open your eyes.
Snape was holding him despised, greasy, self-interested Snape.
Whose black eyes no longer cold were watching him with
so much anguish that it was hard to understand ... understand ...
3/05
HP
-- Fever
Dream by Copperbadge (slash)
The other Remus closed his eyes, and seemed to melt back into the
warmth of the man holding him. Remus watched in a certain amount of
agony -- his Sirius was dead, his Sirius had never said that, his Sirius
couldn't hold him through his illness. 3/05
HP
-- Through
a Glass Darkly by eumenides1 (pre/post
slash)
Then, amazingly, Remus was there. How had he moved so fast? But he
had, and he was there, throwing himself between Harry and the deadly
spell. Sirius watched, horrified as Remus was bathed in the miasma of
the green light and he fell and then, the barrier around Sirius shook
as the high golden tone of a bell resounded. 3/05
SGA
-- The
Thing That Ate Major Shepard by salieri (gen,
possibly pre-slash)
But the light was blocked down near the bottom of the door--a shadow
in the shape of a body slumped on the floor, like Sheppard had been
leaning on it and had sunk downward, his knees giving out when the scream
stopped spearing him upward, rigid in vibrating agony. Rodney could
make out Sheppard's profile. If his fingers traced the curve of it for
a second as he crouched to set down his equipment case and laptop, it
was only to keep his balance. 3/05
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AS&J
-- Nights
in the Wilderness by Tenaya (slash)
warning
brutal
He sighed and thumped his head against the wall as he tried to figure
the odds, ignoring his headache. The bottom line was that if Curry had
escaped the bullet, where was he? At least a day had gone by and Heyes
was still a prisoner. He knew Curry and he knew if he was able, the Kid
would have freed him by now. Unless he had tried and failed when Heyes
was unconscious. Or maybe he was wounded, lying hurt and bleeding somewhere
in the wilderness. That possibility frightened Heyes and he tugged at
his bonds again. He had to get out of here, not just for himself, but
more importantly, he had to find out about the Kid!
Due
South
dS
-- The Fan
by Manna LaDroit (slash)
The
detective backed away, looking at the floor and turning his shoulder to
Benny. The livid bite mark, the other bruises, the cut of fingernails
on that olive skin. Pale, square hands that seemed to Fraser rudely unmarked,
unbruised, reached for Ray, shaking and desperate. "Back off, Benny."
The words would have reassured Fraser if they'd been hissed or grunted
in simple anger, but they were only whispered. God, his stomach hurt and
his body ached and he was going to lose his mind. Somehow, he couldn't
stop thinking of a trip through the northern woods over Ray's back, singing
and talking about food and never a single complaint about the burden he
had become. 7/02
Emergency!
E!
-- Better
Off Forgotten by D. Kelley(gen)
(Thanks to Sandy D. for sending me the updated link)
Then the Earth was ominously silent and still for an instant, and Roy
shook his head to clear it as he got up and spun around, scanning for
the source of the noise. When he saw it, for another long second his mind
refused to comprehend what he was seeing. The tree where he and Johnny
had been standing was now smoking, with a white streak splitting it lengthwise
up high and running in a colorless scar down the trunk. And Johnny was
on the ground. Not getting up. Not moving.
E! --
Conquer
the Past -- by D. Kelley (gen)
"That's not who you are, either," Roy replied. "That's who you were.
And that scared little kid--who by the way, don't forget, had good reason
to be scared--that scared little kid grew up into the man who's able to
be the Fearless Rescue Hero, the Amazing Adventurer, better than most
men I know. Maybe that's part of the reason why. Because that little kid
was a lot stronger than you give him credit for."
Harry
Potter
HP --
Alternate
Moonlight by Julie Fortune (slash)
Remus threw back the potion in one smooth motion.
It was
like swallowing a Killing Curse, and he felt it combust inside of him,
building strength, eating away tissue and bone and dissolving him into
screaming red ruin and oh
God it hurt, Merlin, please, no ... he
collapsed and felt his lungs working faster, gasping for air. Sirius?
A dream-brush
against his skin, a cool pressure of lips. Sirius,
help me, I can't do this alone.
And just as if Sirius had spoken softly in his ear: You're
not alone, you daft bastard. Open your eyes.
Snape was holding him despised, greasy, self-interested Snape.
Whose black eyes no longer cold were watching him with so
much anguish that it was hard to understand ... understand ...
3/05
HP --
Fever
Dream by Copperbadge (slash)
The other Remus closed his eyes, and seemed to melt back into the warmth
of the man holding him. Remus watched in a certain amount of agony --
his Sirius was dead, his Sirius had never said that, his Sirius couldn't
hold him through his illness. 3/05
HP --
Through
a Glass Darkly by eumenides1 (pre/post
slash)
Then, amazingly, Remus was there. How had he moved so fast? But he
had, and he was there, throwing himself between Harry and the deadly spell.
Sirius watched, horrified as Remus was bathed in the miasma of the green
light and he fell and then, the barrier around Sirius shook as the high
golden tone of a bell resounded. 3/05
Hercules
the Legendary Journeys
H:TLJ
-- Measure
of a Man by Valentine (slash)
To his three companions, it was like watching a hideously real re-enactment
of the duel performed with Xena for Ares’ benefit a day earlier, as Iolaus
looked disbelievingly at the soldier and crumpled to the ground. The soldier
held his bloody sword aloft in triumph, and Hercules went berserk.
H:TLJ
Darkness
Visible Revisited by Martha Wilson (gen)
(Thanks
to Lynn for sending me the link) (part 2 is here)
Iolaus tried to stand but his head swam and his
legs refused to support him. Blinking at the fog clouding his vision,
he saw Hercules drop to his knees in front of him. The demigod grabbed
him by the shoulders, lifting him up. The enormity of what had happened
was just beginning to sink in. He wasn't dead but he had been bitten --
infected -- by a strygoi. Iolaus gasped, "You'll have to kill me." 4/02
Highlander
HL --
Revenant
by Rachael Sabotini and MacGeorge (slash)
For a moment it was as though blood was leaking right out of the tips
of her fingers, but it was Methos' blood that flowed as she dug her hands
deeper and deeper into his flesh. He gasped, gagged, and his head fell
back, but he did nothing to stop her, nothing to defend himself. As if
he were hypnotized, he remained still, only the visible tension in his
back and arms betraying the effort it took to remain immobile. 12/01
HL --
Abomination
by Maygra (gen)
What part of Methos’ skin was not stained crimson and brown was gray,
skin ice cold, dark hair stiff. His arms were bound underneath him and
Cain had used MacLeod's trick with Vash, impaling the broad chest with
a stainless steel spike. The healing energy danced around it like little
blue electric caterpillars, unable to heal the damaged organ fully, only
enough to bring Methos right to the edge of life then lose again as the
blood continued to drain away.
HL --
Breathing
Sorrows by Rachel Sabotini and Megan Kent (slash)
The barest of touches along Mac's face brought a flicker of pain to
Duncan's eyes, and Methos pulled his hand away, unsure of MacLeod's reaction.
The torture may not have killed MacLeod, but there was no reason to believe
that he was still sane.
Magnificent
7
M7(ATF)
-- Saving
Grace by Maygra (slash)
Vin tried to twist and only managed to re-inflame his whole body, the
pain nauseating him. His back felt on fire and slick and cold all at the
same time. He wanted to scream but all that came out was a whimper, and
he felt Juarez's hand slide on his skin. He dropped his head in exhaustion,
blearily fascinated by the red streaks Juarez's finger left across his
ribs and belly. 12/01
Man
From Uncle
MfU --
Anything
by Lee The T (slash)
Napoleon heard another explosion and the wall beside the stairs disintegrated,
raining noise and debris on them. Illya grabbed his arm and the two agents
dove to the side as the wall collapsed in a roar. Napoleon lay stunned
for a moment, on his face, ears ringing and eyes full of plaster dust.
He moved his arms carefully, pulled the dust-coated handkerchief from
his face and lifted himself up. Bruised but not badly hurt; a few chunks
of wood and plaster fell off him as he got up, scanning the dust-and-smoke
filled room for his partner. 5/02
MfU --
The
Virus Affair by P.R. Zed (slash)
This is the third in a series, all are wonderful and h/c : The
Baltic Affair and The
See Lubyanka and Die Affair
For Illya, the worst part of this moment was not being trapped in
a sealed room with three members of Thrush and no weapon. No, the worst
part was the fact that all three Thrush were wearing the type of biohazard
suits you only saw in the type of lab that worked on the most virulent
sorts of diseases. The kind of diseases that were only whispered about,
even in medical circles. The kind of diseases that could make the Black
Plague look like chicken pox. 4/02
The
Phantom Menace
PM The
Waking by Anne Carr and Emrin Alexander (slash)
All he could see was blood. Bright red, pulsing, intestines spilling
out onto his hands. Every time he closed his eyes, anytime he didn't focus
away, the scene was there. Dark lashes on pale cheeks, mind link shut
down...He rubbed his face, twice, fiercely. Face it, Qui-Gon, the mind
link was down before Obi-Wan was hit. 12/02
TPM --
The
Best Medicine by Russett MacMillan (slash)
(Thanks
to elf for the updated link)
He opened his eyes and brushed a finger down
the undamaged right half of Qui-Gon's face, trying to ignore the livid
bruises and cuts on the disfigured other half. He could feel consciousness
barely beginning to return, a stirring along their bond. Shunting his
worst fears off to a corner of his mind, he reached out to his master.
TPM --
Pretazeneu
by TJ (slash)
He tried to calm himself, find his center, but
it was difficult. His entire body throbbed in pain. The remnants of his
soul shuddered in remembered humiliation. But he pushed on regardless.
He had no choice. If he failed it would mean more than his own life. If
he failed Obi-Wan would spend the rest of his days trapped inside his
own body.
TPM --
Waiting
Place by Rachael Sabotini (slash)
Scars. From waist to chest, Qui-Gon's body was covered in scars. Not
tiny ones, not the scars from laser burns or knives or blasters or anything
that Obi-Wan could remember seeing but...scars shaped like animals and
trees, sitting, standing, or in flight--
All of them beautiful.
TPM --
Mos
C'ethra by DBKate (pre-slash)
He was in a constant state of delirium and there was nothing I could
do, nothing I could say that would either calm or console him. Instead,
I rode wave after wave of madness, praying that whatever bits of clarity
snatched from his once brilliant mind could be put to some use.
The
Professionals
Pros
-- Wide
Awake (All Out of Faith) by Brenda Antrim (slash)
He shook his head, hard, and splashed water over his face, rinsing
and spitting, watching the tap water swirl away down the hole. He had
to get his head together. Had to find out who, and why, and where, and
get Doyle back.
Whatever there was left of Doyle to get back, anyway.
The
Sentinel
TS --
Without
Love by Josephine Darcy (pre slash)
Jim
heard Blair scream, felt a bone-jarring weight hit him, and then he was
falling. He hit the ground roughly as the overpowering scent of blood
filled his nostrils. The dead weight of his Guide on top of Jim registered
with the realization that there was indeed an even more complete sacrifice
Blair was willing to make for his sake. 7/02
TS --
Ordeal
by Martha (gen)
Jim ignored him. Now that he knew what he was looking for, it wasn't
hard to find. A closed metal trashcan labeled medical waste was in the
corner of the lab, and the hypodermic was inside. He picked it up gingerly,
holding it close enough to detect the coppery tang of Blair's blood. The
smell of the drug was far stronger. He turned, the syringe in hand. "What
is it? What did you give him?"
TS --
Five Compressions:
Breathe by Maygra (pre-slash)
Jim listened. Nothing. Nothing but the air hissing in and out under
artificial means, the same with the heart, irregular flutters of almost
unnoticeable sound even for Jim's Sentinel abilities. But he knew the
body, the form, the scent. The *presence* of the man laying so still and
quiet.... 12/01
TS
-- Plank
by Martha (gen)
A key turned in the lock. Hinges squeaked. Lights
blazed out, and Blair hid his face in his hands. Not just because he was
afraid. Not just because of how painful the light was after so many hours
in the dark. The main reason he covered his eyes was because he knew there
was something in the room with him that he absolutely did not want to
see.
Smallville
SV --
Mercy by
Koi (slash)
It
stopped pacing and turned to him suddenly. "You're more damaged than you
let on, to anyone back in Smallville. To anyone anywhere, right?" Lex
sat on the ottoman, holding his plate. He was still damp from the shower,
and found himself wondering if the brandy glass he'd just set on the floor
were really necessary. Easier just to carry the bottle. "Oh, is the chameleon
sliding into psychiatrist mode tonight? Regardless of your other tortures,
we never forced you to sit through any mental health professionals with
questionnaires." He lifted a forkful of salmon, inspected it idly. "Perhaps
that was a mistake."
7/02
Sports
Night
SN --
Crashing
With The Waves by amj (slash)
At the hospital, they were whisked through appallingly
bright white corridors and into a waiting room with mauve and off-blue
furniture. They were waiting for the doctor who'd seen Dan to finish rounds
so he could talk to them. They didn't even know if Dan was stable yet.
Casey tried to pace, but his legs were unsteady and Natalie kept glaring
at him. He finally sat, hard, on a couch that looked like two of the uncomfortable
chairs pushed together. (Note: this story is an
established relationship story.)
SN --
You Get What You
Need by Cori Lannam (slash)
"Kim didn't answer and a hint of concern wiggled
its way into Casey's brain. "Something's happened with Dan and Natalie,"
she said just as he was about to demand an answer. "It sounds pretty bad."
He sat absolutely still while a few of his internal organs tried to spontaneously
rearrange themselves in his gut and his heartbeat became unnaturally loud.
Then he was out of his chair and out the door before he even realized
he was moving." 7/02
Stargate
SG-1
SG --
Drowning
by Sealie (gen)
Teal’c was
already flipping the archaeologist onto his back as Jack and Applegate
bobbed up beside them. Both teams tried to help. Daniel resembled a wax
effigy. Amazingly, a feeble pulse flickered against Jack’s fingertips;
but no breath stirred the body. Treading water, Teal’c supported their
friend. Jack knew that time was of the essence. He tipped Daniel’s head
back over Teal’c’s arm, pinched his nose shut and breathed into his mouth.
7/02
SG --
Bug
Catchers by Hellblazer (slash)
Daniel slowly stepped closer, eyes widening. "We're not too late,"
he realised. "He's still alive." Jack's heart was still beating. Daniel
could see it twitching clearly. This wasn't an autopsy, it was a vivisection.
Jack's head moved.
SG --
Rainmaker
by Momoftoad (gen) loads
o' medical detail
Suddenly Daniel's eyes fluttered open. They were glazed but only for
a moment. He blinked hard, squeezing them closed and open again, wide,
filled with terror. His arms shot up to his head, but the Frasier grabbed
one and the nurse, Terry, the other, slapping both arms down on the bed.
SG --
Sense
of Touch by Bren Anders (gen)
Suddenly he gave a cry of pain and doubled over so sharply I nearly
lost my grip on him. I caught him before he hit the ground and his eyes
were wide with panic and pain as they locked with mine. "Oh, God! Jack!
It hurts, it hurts... I think I'm gonna..."
SG --
Ripples
by ELG (gen)
Each time I hit the door and said his name, I
waited, hoping to hear him yelling mine right back at me. Each time when
all I got in reply was silence, my heart sank a little lower. He'd been
their prisoner for so damned long and all it would take was for someone
to get careless, a bit heavy-handed, and Daniel went from being 'persuaded'
to being dead.
SG -- Summons
by Rather (gen)
O'Neill grasped his shoulder again and shook it a little. "Stay with
me." Jackson gasped in pain and tried to pull away. His breath suddenly
hitched and gurgled. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and moaned weakly.
Jack winced in sympathy. He knew how much it hurt to cough with broken
ribs. He gently took hold of Jackson's head, turned it a little more to
the side. "Come on, buddy. Spit all that crap out." Jackson's eyelids
fluttered and opened just a bit. Obediently he spit out just a little
more fluid. He moaned again, louder, and tried to wrap his arms around
his middle. "Okay. That's better. Take it easy."
SG -- Weather
Patterns by Kate (gen)
Experimentally he flexed his wrist, thankful there was no damage, but
concerned the pain he'd experienced was rooted in the fragile area. A
thin, jagged line scored his palm, dotted with welling beads of blood
and yellow dust. Self-consciously, he wiped his hand on his pants.
SG -- Fire
and Ice by ELG (slash)
It happened so fast O'Neill had only a blur of images and sounds: the
shriek of metal, Carter's cry of warning, Teal'c throwing out a hand as
though he could reach Daniel despite the ten feet still between them,
the white metal twisting and buckling, Daniel being hurled over the handrail
as the bridge collapsed underneath him. The sound of his desperate yell
of Daniel's name was drowned out by the thunderous crash of the bridge
smashing into the ice; the ice cracking like a rifle shot and Daniel sinking
into the black water beneath the broken white surface.
Stargate
Atlantis
SGA --
The Thing
That Ate Major Shepard by salieri (gen, possibly
pre-slash)
But the light was blocked down near the bottom of the door--a shadow
in the shape of a body slumped on the floor, like Sheppard had been leaning
on it and had sunk downward, his knees giving out when the scream stopped
spearing him upward, rigid in vibrating agony. Rodney could make out Sheppard's
profile. If his fingers traced the curve of it for a second as he crouched
to set down his equipment case and laptop, it was only to keep his balance.
3/05
Starsky
and Hutch
S/H --
A
Fine Storm by Suzie Lovett (slash)
Starsky's eyes opened. They were clear and calm now, and the lack of
fear in them scared Hutch more than anything. The hand in his moved a
little. Hutch loosened his hold enough to sense which direction it wanted
to move, then brought it up to his face.
S/H --
The
True Brother by Abigail Crabtree (slash)
He slowly approached the bed where his partner's naked
body lay. His mind could not even began to comprehend what was he was
seeing. His partner lay there so still, bleeding and broken. Starsky's
mind was reeling, he couldn't seem to find the strength to make a move.
Star
Trek: The Original Series
K/S --
Mimor IV
by Jesmihr (slash and non-con)
Jim
tucked Spock's robe under one arm and flipped the book open. The Vulcan's
precise, upright handwriting filled the pages; for a moment, Kirk's vision
blurred. He shut the volume resolutely; there would be time enough to
look at it later, when he could better handle it. Whenever that might
be, he thought, trying to fight away the knowledge that the journal might
be the last of Spock's thoughts that he would ever have. 3/05
K/S --
The
World Turned Upside Down by Jenna Hilary Sinclair (slash)
No matter
how many times he saw it, Vulcan blood was always a shock. A smear of
bright green led him around the wreckage of what might have been a motorscooter
to his first officer. Encircling his tricorder as if it were precious,
life-giving, Spock was curled up in a ball on the ground.
K/S
-- Blues
for Allah by Greywolf the Wanderer (gen) (Spock
and Uhura)
Inside
Copernicus she could hear a faint murmuring; Spock was dreaming, perhaps,
or maybe hallucinating. The last time she'd gone to check on him she hadn't
been able to fully rouse him. For a few hours the steroid injection had
helped, but then he'd begun to decline again. There was no more oxygen
left, and she didn't dare give him a stimulant. His pulse was slowing,
his blood pressure gradually dropping -- he was simply fading, despite
everything she could do.
K/S --
Shelter
and its sequel, Poses by Leslie Fish. (slash)
...Spock lying limp and bleeding with his head in Kirk's lap, and Kirk
ignoring his own cuts and bruises as he gently wiped dust and sweat and
green blood from Spock's closed eyes.
K/S The
Other One by Greywolfe (slash) (Her
site is password protected.)
Whatever that one
had injected him with had been making him dizzy and nauseous ever since.
Every time he'd tried to meditate he had been forced to stop, his mind
reeling, his stomach in rebellion. He hadn't eaten anything yet; he hadn't
dared to try. It had taken all of his energy simply to act as if nothing
was wrong. 11/01
The
West Wing
WW --
Written
by Marguerite (gen)
You finger your
pocket because your notebook is in there and you want to make sure it
stays with you. It's the stuff about Josh, the words that spilled out
of your unsteady pen on the press helicopter this morning, the words you
wrote just in case.
Like taking an umbrella to make sure it doesn't rain, you write your best
friend's obituary to keep him from dying before you get home.
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