Fics like Nemesis

"Are you...real?" The voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Where am I?" "The pits." I put a knee on the rough stone to steady myself, reaching a hand out to touch at his shoulder and oh. Warm skin. I hadn't felt human heat in weeks, and it was bloody amazing. I was perhaps imagining that my fingers on his wrist brought him back to himself as much as it did me. He clutched back at my hand with a surprising strength and stared at me intently. "Who are you?" "Colonel Sebastian Moran." It was good, too, to hear a calm voice, I wasn't inclined to deal with a gibbering madman, or some of the ones who fell into an ecstasy as their death neared and the glamours broke through whatever mental defenses they had managed to erect. I’d had an old Sergeant tell me I was going to go far because no glamour had ever broken through and convinced me the feeding of an Old One meant anything more than death. "What's your unit, soldier? Where did they get you?" "Captain John Watson, Doctor, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers," the man replied. A doctor no less, that was interesting and surprising he had survived. "You are _the_ Colonel Moran?"

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