RS/These streets are in your marrow

[thegentlemanthug]

After he pulls the man from the river, Ben feels uneasy in his mind, moreso than when he was first lucid after his beating. He had the opportunity to know his past, and he walked away. He is a coward as well as a friend to wretches.

He is returning from an errand in town for the dockmaster, his face apparently trustworthy despite his lack of memory, when he realises he has gone too far on the underground railway. He gets off at the wrong stop and means to return immediately to the right one, except that he knows this place. He knows it deeply and strongly, calling to him with a strong sense of who he is.

Either he can ignore it once more or he can follow it, step out from under this cowardice and learn something of who he is. And maybe he can find out the fate of that drowned man, learn something of him, know his pain and soothe it.

He lets his feet take him where they will, trying to follow his gut and not his better sense. He feels the familiarity in the streets, recognising a street sign there, a flower seller there, and his pace quickens as he draws towards somewhere he knows must be home.

The door calls to him and he runs to it, knocking hard on the wood before he can stop himself.

It opens on an older lady in an apron and, before she can speak, he tears his hat from his head and starts trying to explain himself.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, madam, but I had the strangest feeling I ought to come here today."

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[thegentlemanthug]

"And I left him there..."

Ben raises himself to his full height and drops the jacket.

"We need to bring him home. Right now."

[thirstforvice]

"I'll send for a cab," Mrs Ramsay promises, before directing the Sergeant in the direction of the staircase.

"Go up there, while you wait. The first door on the left's your room. See if it brings any more memories back." If the Captain's jacket had had that much of an effect, maybe a whole room of their possessions may prove fruitful.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben climbs the stairs, reluctantly, almost afraid of what he might see.

He pushes open the door and the smell hits him, one he faintly recognises as his own and another that speaks of home, love, lust--

The headboard, a man pressed against it, head thrown back and groaning his pleasure, sweat-slick skin and damp black hair...

Bennet Drake gasps, suddenly back in the room, in his life.

He knows his name. He knows his lover. That is all he needs.

[thirstforvice]

As well as calling for a cab, Mrs Ramsay has the foresight to get a message sent direct to Leman Street, hoping that the Inspector has yet to leave for the night. She hopes that reuniting the Captain and his Sergeant will prove a good thing, but she must exercise a dash of realism. If things do not go according to plan, she has no strength against two fully grown men.

She will need Inspector Reid's help.

"When you're ready, Sergeant!" she calls up the stairs as the cab approaches the front door. "Our transport is here!"

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben shrugs off his old docker's jacket and pulls on one that looks like it might fit him, swapping his flat cap for one of the smart ones hanging up. He wishes he had time to make himself more presentable, but his doctor is his priority not clothes.

Doctor. Did he know that before? Ben holds on to the piece of information, savouring it, and races down the stairs to the waiting cab.

[thirstforvice]

Mrs Ramsay fusses over the Sergeant the entire way to the asylum, taking his hands in hers only to drop them so she can brush invisible dust from his jacket, or knee, then taking his hands again.

"We all thought you were dead..." she apologises for her own behaviour, though she doesn't stop her fussing one bit. "We were all so sure. Apart from the Captain. He never stopped believing, and now look where he is, poor soul."

[thegentlemanthug]

"I did that to him," Ben says in a low voice, the face in his mind not quite clear but the feeling strong in his chest.

"Will he forgive me?"

[thirstforvice]

"You can't help having no memories, dear," Mrs Ramsay reassures him, but her smile turns sad. "It's the rest of us what refused to believe him."

The carriage slows, before they stop at their destination. Bundling the Sergeant out of the carriage, Mrs Ramsay hands over coins to the driver before leading the way up the steps. At the top, she can see the Inspector, already waiting for them.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben hesitates on the steps, sure he knows the man at the top. He walks slower, urging his mind to remember, but it doesn't.

He awkwardly holds out his hand to the man. "Evening."

[thirstforvice]

Reid wasn't sure what he had been expecting of this reunion, and so figures a hand shake is as good a hello as any.

"Sergeant," he greets, his hand firm around Bennet's. "Bennet. Do you... do you know who I am?"

[thegentlemanthug]

By the way the man greets him, Ben thinks he must be his superior - and Mrs Ramsay had referred to him Inspector earlier. But he cannot lie and he sadly shakes his head.

"No, sir - I do not."

Suddenly, his heart seizes with panic. What if he doesn't know the man he loves? What if he does more harm than good by coming here?

[thirstforvice]

Reid nods, expecting as much from the greeting.

"I am... Inspector Reid. Edmund. We are colleagues, you and I. At H Division, Leman Street. The man within these walls works with us, too."

[thegentlemanthug]

The name sparks a memory and Ben nods as he hears what the man has to say.

He's about to name Matthew, prove he knows something of his life, but something stops him. That is not the name they use between them. Which confuses him all the more.

"We should see him?" he asks.

[thirstforvice]

"Yes," Reid agrees.

"Though..." he wonders how much of Jackson Bennet remembers. "You must be aware that he is not well."

[thegentlemanthug]

"He'll be much better for seeing his Sergeant," Mrs Ramsay says firmly.

Ben agrees that he cannot wait a moment longer and steps towards the door of the asylum.

They have not moved much beyond the corridor when they are greeted by a balding man with a pair of spectacles balanced on his hook-like nose. "It is far too late for visitors, Inspector."

[thirstforvice]

"Ah, but you see..." Reid steps aside, revealing Bennet to Jackson's physician.

"We have found him. Sergeant Drake. The man the Captain believed he hallucinated. We are come to show him he was right."

[thegentlemanthug]

The alienist looks like he wants to all Reid mad also, but then seems to concede he may be telling the truth.

"You cannot just present him. It must be carefully considered - the shock could be very alarming to his fragile nerves. Come back tomorrow and we will make plans."

But Bennet will not hear of tomorrow. He will not leave his lover in his place one moment longer.

Without a word, he moves away, heading down the corridor in search of his Matthew.

[thirstforvice]

"Third from the end on the left!" Mrs Ramsay calls after the Sergeant, scowling at the ridiculous man who calls himself the Captain's doctor. If he thinks keeping him and the Sergeant apart is a good idea, then he is no doctor to her eyes.

"I wouldn't, if I were you," Reid warns as the medical man looks like he might give chase to Bennet.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben quickens his step, unwilling to hesitate even for a moment less his cowardice return and prevent him doing the right thing by Matthew.

The door is not yet locked and he pushes it open without knocking.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew's room is small and unfurnished apart from a single, uncomfortable-looking bed. He'd had a chair, at one stage, before the doctor had deemed it too much of a risk and removed even that.

Slowly, he's come to accept why he's here in the asylum. He knows now that Ben is dead, and that the man he'd seen down at the docks had been some sort of hallucination. He had a sickness of the mind, one that made him see things that were not real. He'd read about it professionally, and so knew such conditions existed.

The doctors here have taught him how to test his reality, by touching and asking others for confirmation that what he sees is real. They are strategies that help him with the hallucinations, but they do nothing for his mood. Without Bennet, he would still far rather be dead than anything else, and the staff have taken to keeping him on a high dose of laudanum to try and sedate him enough to keep him from trying to take his own life.

He gets plenty of visitors, though none that manage to lift the darkness. Reid is insufferable, Mrs Ramsay just frets and cries, and Treves seems more concerned in how much he's walking on his injured leg than anything else. The rest of the time, his world is this room, where nothing ever happens.

Until the door bursts open and his hallucinations burst in.

Screaming, he presses himself as far against the wall as he can, shielding his face and closing his eyes.

Not real, he tries to remind himself. Not real, not real, not real.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben is shocked, both from the ghastly noise and the flood of recognition he feels at seeing this man.

He stumbles forward because he has to be near him, must comfort him, but then he stops - because clearly he is the cause of this madness, this pain.

The nurses come then, and the smug doctor. "As I said-"

Ben rounds on them all, standing protectively in front of this man who screams at his mere presence.

"You aren't doing nothing to him! D'you hear me?"

[thirstforvice]

"Sir, you are the one upsetting him..." the doctor tries to point out, and slowly Matthew raises his head, uncovering his eyes. How can a hallucination hold a conversation with his doctor?

He edges forward, brushing off the nurse who's trying to get yet more laudanum down his throat, reaching out for... no, not Bennet. He cannot think that, not until he's checked. He reaches for him, fingertips trembling inches from his shoulder. He doesn't want to touch, wants so badly for this to be real, scared that it won't be.

[thegentlemanthug]

Ben is frightened, his anger thundering through his body in time to his fear.

"You ain't giving him that stuff," he tells the nurses. "All of you need to leave him alone so we...so we can go home."

[thirstforvice]

Bennet moves, and Matthew's fingers brush his jacket. It feels real, solid and scratchy against his hand, and Matthew clings on as tight as his weakened body will allow as he finally lets himself believe.

"Can you see him?" he demands of the nurse, who nods, startled. One.

"Can you see him?" directed at Reid, who also nods. Two.

"And you?" to his doctor who, grudgingly, admits that he can. Three.

Bennet is real.

He throws himself at the man without warning, clinging on for dear life.

[thegentlemanthug]

As Matthew's hand touches his shoulder, Ben turns his body towards him - just in time to catch him as he flings himself at him.

He sinks to the small bed, clutching at his lover just as tightly. He smells exactly right, and that's how he knows this is real, that he hasn't just imagined this life out of nowhere.

He is going home.