rareslash | Fic: Awakening. R The Incredible Hulk (TV).

Title: Awakening.
Fandom: The Incredible Hulk (TV).
Rating: R.
Summary: Banner can never remember what happens when he is The Hulk. A little bit of crack.

David Banner was used to waking up in strange places, not knowing how he had gotten there, trying to place himself with environmental clues. Trying to determine what the hell he had done. It was rather horrible, he contemplated as he shifted uncomfortably on dried leaves and broken twigs, how quickly he had become accustomed to the situation.

Wake up, feeling like death with your clothes ripped. Look around, see what's destroyed, who's dead. Figure out how you got there.

Something was off, however. David realized what it was when he shifted and a particularly sharp stick poked him in the bottom. His pants always stayed on when he was The Creature, but this time, they were gone. He was as naked as a newborn babe.

Naked in some kind of woods. Branches criscrossed over blue sky above, waving gently in the wind. Birds twittered in maddeningly random patterns. The feeling of may tiny legs tickled his chest, and he sat up, brushing at the ants crawling across him. The skin of his back tightened; he could feel half-healed scratches stiffening. His cock twinged.

That was rather odd.

He looked down at himself. His cock was half-hard, covered with a crusty translucence that could only be dried come; a translucence tinged with a rusty brown that could only be...

David put the heel of his hand to his head. Good god, what had happened? He prodded at his aching memory gingerly, like a festering sore. The microbiology convention. Working at the hotel to try to sneak into the talks. Seeing that reporter in the hallway - Jack McGee. The memories became very thick and painful, and he eased farther even more carefully. Trying to slip out the back. A fight with Jimmy, the supervisor who did not take kindly to this. A punch thrown - then nothing, just a confusion of anger and frustration that stimulated an urgent need for action.

David turned his head. Speaking of Jack McGee, there he lay, on his back in a pile of leaves, not two feet away. Banner contemplated the man. He had never really stopped to look at the reporter. Stubborn jaw, thin and angular body. Jack looked oddly vulnerable and... humanized without that tacky suit and stiff-lipped expression he always wore. His eyes were closed, and David's head began to throb in earnest as he noted the way Jack lay, his legs slightly open. David leaned over and put his fingers lightly on Jack's neck. His pulse was strong and steady, and he murmured sleepily as David pulled his hand away.

That closer look allowed David to see other details, as well. The ellipsoid, mouth-sized bruise on his neck. The half-smile quirked on his face. The sticky puddle of dried come on his chest. David's back twinged again, reminding him of the scratches there. Hardly defensive wounds.

David hauled himself to his feet and stumbled off, his mind a whirl.