Healing Passion - Doc x Reader [Rainbow six siege]

Fear.

/!\ Theres his face again, yw/!\

a/n - I will refer Olivier as Lion as i feel his actual name could confuse people.

This is  Lion - now, he will play a big part in the story. Not only that, but it is stated in his BIO that he and Doc are at odds with one another because -  In 2015, the army asked him to lead the 2nd Dragoons to West Africa to assist medical personnel fighting the Ebola epidemic. Tragedy ensued, and the decisions Olivier made for safety reasons put him at odds with Doc, who blamed him for the death of several medical personnel on-site including Doc's colleague. The tension between the two continues to this day in Team Rainbow.  

In this, Lion will be portrayed differently then on the actual game itself to fit within the story.

[Please note that everyone in their respected alliance have their own room - kinda like a bedsit. If you do not know what a bedsit is. It is a one-roomed accommodation  consisting of a sitting room, sleeping area and food/cooking/bathroom facilities.] 

Enjoy~ 

Three weeks passing after the incident; word disseminated around Team Rainbow about (Y/n)'s and Gustave's injuries due to the extraction.  Receiving redundant empathy from the other operators, Lion towards (Y/n) especially.  Provoking a serene Doc to become jealous and furthermore resentful towards Lion. 

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Within the early hours of the morning came a distinctive, yet gentle knock at the door.  Drawing (Y/n) from her slumber, groggily opening her eyes.  Rubbing her temples, yawning. Sighing,  she heaves herself out of bed, stumbling toward the door. Grasping onto the handle pulling downwards, she was merely greeted and embraced by a familiar french-man. "Gustave!" (Y/n) chirped joyously, embracing him in return. Gustave chuckled, "missed me already?" (Y/n) simply looked up at him with her enthralling (e/c) orbs and nodded. "Haha, good. I brought breakfast back for you." he remarked, releasing from the embrace and lifting up the packaged food. "You really didn't need to,  but thank you!" she remarks with gratitude, moving away from the doorway, gesturing Gustave inside as he handed the package to her.

Closing the door behind them both, (Y/n) offers refreshments to which Gustave politely declines.  "So, let me guess... Check-up!" she exclaims, placing the package on the table then herself on the sofa. Gustave chuckles, nodding. "Or, maybe I could've just came to see you." He vocalises, kneeling down to (Y/n)'s height, "I wish... But I know you're busy now that you've almost fully recovered." (Y/n) sighed with a downhearted smile. "Well, I'm not stationed in the field. Since it's not completely recovered. Just extreme paperwork... But this isn't about me, may I check the stitches?" Gustave inquired. Nodding, (Y/n) lifting her shirt up timidly to where the stitches were visible.  

Gustave traced over the stitches delicately with his middle and index finger, being heedful around.  (Y/n) being sensitive to touch, stifles her breathing. To which Gustave observes and smirks, "You okay?" he questions, "...Cold fingers..." (Y/n) replied timorously with a profound blush, due to how close Gustave's fingers are to her chest. He just simply raises a brow with his smirk deepening, "Sure." ... "It... It's true!"  (Y/n) articulated, pouting simultaneously.  Gustave chuckled, standing back up and kissing her forehead in the process.

 Huffing, (Y/n) tugged her shirt back down, "It's definitely healing well, I'll remove the stitches soon. I also need to get back to the office to finish paperwork off." Gustave stated woefully. Causing (Y/n) to form a sad expression before having a light bulb moment. "How about you bring the paperwork here?  I can help you with it! I  mean you are doing my paperwork as well... which I can do."(Y/n) offered, perking up. Gustave contemplated before speaking." That's a good idea, but I'm more than happy to do yours, mon amour." ... "but I'd like to do something. All I've been doing is resting!" she stresses. "Alright then, if it's what you want. I'll go retrieve them. I'll need to catch Elias first, he insisted on a blood test because he assumed himself dying. Tests show he only has the common cold." (Y/n) giggled, shaking her head at the melodramatic German. "Anyway, I'll go fetch them now." Gustave utters, giving (Y/n) a gentle peck on the cheek before heading to the door. "Alright, see you soon!" Thus, giving (Y/n) sometime to freshen up a bit. 

Not so long after Doc had gone to fetch the papers, a knock emanated from the door.   'Doc couldn't have retrieved them that quick...' (Y/n) mused, wandering to the door. 

Upon opening the door an immense figure loomed over her. "Lion!  I thought you were in the disarming operation?" (Y/n) spoke timidly, a little perplexed. "Ah, that's next week." Lion spoke,  "R-right. What're you doing here then? If you're not doing that, shouldn't you be training?" she questioned,  backing away slightly. "I was going to later on, I  just wanted to checkup on you. Is that wrong?"   "No! No, that's not what I  meant." she exclaimed,  promptly pardoning herself away from the door and gesturing him inside. 

Closing the door behind him, she offers sustenance's to which Lion affably declines. "So how's everything healing?" Lion inquired, placing himself at the table. "All good! Gustave ensured the stitches will be out soon because it's healing very nicely." (Y/n) responds, placing herself at the table with Lion.

Lion scowls at the mention of the Doc's name; With a vile grating voice, Lion simply articulates a "Nice." in which (Y/n) notices the altered tone. "You okay, Lion?" she asks worryingly. "Yes, I'm fine." Lion replied vaguely, looking down at his hand where his fingers were individually clanking against the wooden table repetitiously. "Are you sure...? You seem a little out of it."

Lion didn't say anything, instead he gazed back up, observing (Y/n) with a devious look; Resulting in her becoming rather uneasy. "Lion...?" (Y/n) spoke, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "W...Well then, excuse me." She spoke, excusing herself from the table to the bathroom to freshen up.

'That was a little weird, I wonder what's up with him.' (Y/n) ruminated as she started running the sinks tap. Allowing her hands to fill up with water, obtaining enough  she splashes it against her skin, letting the  cold sustenance engulf her face. 

Without warning the bathroom door swings open, causing (Y/n) to stumble backwards from the sink. "Lion!?" she shrieked. Lion didn't respond, instead he cornered (Y/n), blocking every exit. "What're you doing...?" Once again, nothing emitted from Lion. Grasping (Y/n)'s wrists, pushing her against the wall, Lion positions his knee in-between her crotch area. Squirming underneath his grip, his grasp on her wrists tighten.  "Lion let me go!" she cried, Lion chuckles maniacally "I've been wanting to do this ever since I met you, Mon cher." (Y/n)'s eyes widen in dread, squirming more, she tries to kick him but no avail as he uses his free leg to pressure  one of her legs. "Please... Let me go!" (Y/n) howls. 

"Just stay still and it won't hurt as much."