Your last answer got me thinking… How long was Quinn kept as a prisoner by the crew? How long did it take for Collins to not be able to tolerate what was being done to him? 🤔
If you have the time, I would love to see a post about Collins in the beginning of Quinn’s captivity or even right before he decided he couldn’t take seeing Quinn suffer anymore. Maybe not really realizing what’s happening right away? Or maybe not being able to leave the room immediately? Possibly the Captain ordering everyone to stay put to see “the show”? 😈
Thank you for the amazingly angsty smut, as usual! I always look forward to your next post! ❤️
So, they wanted to answer this instead! lol and it became more guilt ridden angsty comfort instead of smut, I'm sorry!
But honestly, it would have to be an au for that sort of scene because he was very good at not being around when Quinn was out of the cage. I think it was right there on the surface and he knew if he actually saw what was happening, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from getting involved and getting them both killed. BUT I might write one with Collins in the beginning! Plus he did voice a tiny bit of his concern early on that's worth acknowledging... I'm going to have to think about this but I think that would be really interesting!
Anyway, here's their answer...
(also, this was damn near fully written before the anon ask about Collins apologizing😂)
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"Five and a half weeks."
Quinn's head whipped around to look at Collins.
"That's all?" Quinn asked, his eyebrows meeting in the grove between his eyes.
"That was far too long," Collins said, meeting Quinn's eyes, his voice thick with a sudden mix of emotion.
Quinn frowned, pushing out a long breath before pressing his shoulder against Collins' and intertwining their fingers.
Collins stared down at their joined hands while he continued, "Once I stopped, uh, "tolerating"- I suppose that's as good a word for it as any. Once I stopped tolerating what was being done to Quinn, Prim breached the ship and rescued him about a week and a half later."
"Hey," Quinn chided, pressing his lips to Collins' shoulder, "Pretty sure you helped." Collins turned towards him, a tear slipping down his cheek as he lightly kissed Quinn's forehead.
"I'm sorry I took so long," he whispered into his hair.
Quinn leaned up to look him firmly in the eyes, "Stop," he whispered back, "We've talked about this."
The muscle in Collins' jaw jumped and you could swear that he'd stopped breathing. He opened his mouth to try to speak but closed his mouth shut tight and he turned his head away.
"Collins, hey," Quinn reached up a hand and guided him back around to face him again.
"I'm sorry-"
"I know," Quinn hushed him, pulling him down and placing a kiss at the corner of his eye, "I forgive you. You know I forgive you." Quinn peppered kisses into Collins' hair until the man started to breath properly again, "I forgive you everything. Always."
"Now, come on- they have more questions," Quinn said, rubbing his thumb through the tears that had escaped down his face.
Collins sniffed and took a deep breath.
"Yeah, fine."
Quinn smiled at you apologetically before continuing, "As for the other question, he was never there, for any of it. I saw him passing by in the hall a few times, but he was never there when they hurt me. Not once."
"Except," Collins barely managed to find his voice but he was looking firmly into Quinn's eyes, "That time, Thompson-"
Quinn's mouth dropped open, "Oh, yeah, huh, I forgot about that," he huffed in surprise before rushing to clarify what Collins had said, "It's not what you think. I was, um, with Thompson, when he got called to the bridge because of some malfunction in the receiver, funnily enough-"
"Quinn," Collins gently admonished the playful tone Quinn's voice had taken on.
Quinn just nudged his shoulder again and laughed softly, continuing, "It's funny because I was the communications officer. We'd lost communications. Anyway, instead of putting me back, he dragged me up to the bridge and just shoved me into the corner until he was done."
He turned to look at Collins, "You almost tripped right over me."
Collins was gripping Quinn's hand almost painfully, holding onto him for dear life.
"I didn't see him. At first. I didn't think to look for him, but I came onto the deck and there he was, naked, on the floor, just watching and- waiting, quietly."
Collins swallowed hard. He couldn't seem to look away as Quinn took up the story.
"It was the first time something- else- was happening in what felt like a very long time. And I really did think it was kind of funny," he leaned towards you, a little smirk playing at his mouth, "I could see what needed fixed, plain as day. But it took Thompson over an hour to figure it out. Plus I got a little break."
Quinn shrugged, leading back again, "Anyway, Collins came in with a completely new receiver in his hands and froze. I remember, now. You looked at me for a long time. I remember being scared that, maybe, you'd want to hurt me, like the rest of them. You were the only one that hadn't yet."
Collins dropped his head as if he'd actually done what Quinn had feared in that moment.
"Quinn-" Collins' voice broke over the name.
"Hey, stop, you didn't. You never hurt me."
A look passed over Collins' face and he sucked in a sharp breath, straightening his back, looking right into your eyes.
"I did hurt him," he stated, with no room for argument, "I didn't help him. That was enough. I can never forgive myself for what I allowed to be done to Quinn. Never. How could I?"
Quinn wiped an errant tear off with his sleeve.
"Collins, come on-"
"No, you shouldn't forgive me," Collins abruptly stood and paced the three steps to the door and back again, "They need to hear it, Quinn. I walked right past you, bruised to hell, naked, kneeling on the damn floor. It wasn't right! I was a fucking coward for leaving you there."
He locked eyes with Quinn for long enough to make the room tense.
Quinn lifted his eyebrows, "Are you done?"
Collins swallowed hard, "Yeah," he said as he leaned his back against the wall and slid down to the floor, his eyes never leaving Quinn's face.
They just stared at each other for a while, seemingly allowing one another to take a minute to process and giving it time for the tension in the air to clear a bit.
"This, um, this look," Collins said, softer now, gesturing to his own face, "This look would pass over your face every time anyone came near you. Like a fog, or a wall, it would go up and smoother out all your light. Jackson came up and, he-, you shut down until he stepped away. And then it was like you slipped right back into your body again. I remember thinking it was so brave that you'd come back at all."
Quinn stood and walked over to Collins, sliding down to sit against the wall with him. He threaded their fingers back together again.
"I remember," Quinn began, "It felt like that, like a fog, but I was still there. I felt it when Jackson slapped me and shoved his fingers in my mouth. I could taste him. I felt the Captain move my hands and put them on my thighs. He did that so I couldn't cover myself. It felt, less, when the fog was there. It helped soften it all, just a little."
Collins dropped his head against the wall and watched Quinn carefully. They both suddenly looked painfully tired.
"I looked away. When the Captain came over to you. I didn't see what he did."
Quinn swallowed thickly. He was rubbing his thumb back and forth over the top of Collins' hand.
"I still forgive you," he whispered.
Collins sighed deeply, "I knew, Quinn. And I did nothing."
"There was nothing you could have done," Quinn squeezed his hand gently, "You know that. The Captain would have-"
"I could have killed them all in their sleep," Collins stated definitively.
"Well," Quinn huffed out a laugh, "I supposed you could have done that."
Collins' shoulders relaxed slightly as he looked into Quinn's smirking face. He let himself smile, just a little, at the sight of him.
"It's not funny," Collins grumbled, "Quinn, I-"
"I swear to god, Collins, I don't want to hear 'I'm sorry' come out of your mouth for at least a week. I forgive you. I love you. Deal with it."
Collins snapped his mouth shut and breathed out a defeated breath, a slow blush creeping into his face.
Quinn just smiled at him as Collins brought his hand up to touch his chin and leaned forward.
"I love you too," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
He pulled back and looked at you sideways, settling in just a little more comfortably against Quinn's side.
"Were there more questions?"
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