"A Feeling of Strange Privilege 2:  Aftermath"
By Surreal (surreal666@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17 for m/m interaction
Category:  Langly/Byers slash
Spoilers/Notes: No spoilers, but this is a continuation of
my first fanfic (posted on Ephemeral) of same title. 
(shameless pimping, I know...)
Archive:  Unusual Suspects, eventually
Summery:  After the events in part one, Langly and Byers
need some emotional healing.

Gunmen HQ
That night
11:35pm

    "Come on, Ree.  It's getting late, and you need to get some
rest;  we checked you out pretty early this morning," Byers
says as he tries to get Langly away from his computer and into
bed.  
    "Hang on, John, I've almost got it..." Langly protests, fingers
frantically running over the keyboard in a desperate attempt to
hack into something...anything.  He hadn't been allowed to use
a computer while he was in the hospital, despite Byers' rather
uncharacteristic sneaking of the younger man's laptop in for
him, only to get chewed out by Scully and several nurses. 
    "Langly, it'll still be there tomorrow,"  Byers insists, brushing
Langly's hands away from the keyboard and closing the laptop, 
then unplugging it.  
    "Hey!  You know that's bad for the computer, you're gonna 
damage the hard drive..." 
    "Would you have let me boot down?"  came the smug question.
    Langly sighs, and shrugs.  "Not when I was in the middle of 
something," he whines.
    "You can get back on it tomorrow.  Come on.  Go take your 
pills, and come to bed,"  Byers says gently, pushing the younger
man toward the hall and into the bathroom.
    "Ugh," Langly makes a gagging sound.  "Those things make me
feel sick."
    Byers shoves the bottle of painkillers into his hand and heads
down the hall toward Langly's bedroom.  "I'm sorry, but you have 
to;  you know it'll hurt like hell if you don't."  his voice trails 
off as he disappears down the hall.
    Langly sighs, and opens the container, shaking two rather large
pills into his hand and considering them.  He looks at the label on
the bottle:  '2-3 every 6 hrs'.  He looks back at the pills, then 
closes his eyes, mentally judging the pain in his chest.  The sharp
sting he feels with every breath tells him to take the third.
    
    Byers scoots to one side of Langly's bed when the room's 
original occupant walks in.  
    Langly smiles weakly at his lover and crawls into the bed next
to him, letting the older man pull the covers over him.  
    "Here, lay back, I've got you," Byers tells him