Thursday: Hurt/Comfort

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It’s me again.  :) deanangstLike a bad penny I keep turning up.


The intended prompt for today has been hijacked. Mainly because I woke up sick and have had a crappy day at work. So I’m choosing to make myself feel better by asking you to put your favorite character thru the wringer. So today is dedicated the old standby Hurt/Comfort. It doesn’t matter if is Physical or Emotional Hurt as long as someone is there to offer Comfort in the end.. Go forth and do your best….or your worst muhahhahhahahah.

As always, remember the rules:
• No more than five prompts in a row.
• No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
• No spoilers in prompts.
• If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space!

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
• Leverage, Eliot/team, Eliot gets a bad case of food poisoning while out of town on a case with the team.

• Kane RPS, Christian/Steve, Steve rescues Christian form an abusive relationship.

• Rescue 77, Wick/Bell, when a rescue goes wrong Bell struggles to keep Wick alive.

Enjoy!

tag=hurt/comfort

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Any, Any, Fear of thunderstorms

Fish don't mind water

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Steam Powered Giraffe, The Jon, Rabbit.
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The Jon loved rain. He could spend hours out in it. And actually, he could, and did. He wasn't like Rabbit, with the creaky joints and the break downs. He wasn't like Spine, with his metal that could rust if not taken care of correctly. Rain never bothered him. He couldn't tarnish, or rust, and his mechanics...

Well, let's just say a fish didn't really mind water.

No, The Jon loved the rain. What he didn't like, though, was thunder. Thunder was loud, and made the worst colors. Colors and sounds that reminded him of wars past. Of pain past. Of fear and hate and death. Things he had done his best to forget.

So when thunderstorms hit San Diego (far and few between) Jon would rush back inside. And seek out his oldest brother.

Rabbit didn't like rain. He had spent many nights huddled in trenches with dead and dying boys, waiting out the rain so they could rush the lines again. And Rabbit would be the one to carry them off to heal, or be sent home in a pine box. Whichever he was required to do. He preferred the first one. Rain reminded him of mud, of pain. It would leak into his joints, his internal cogs, his core. It would rust over his gears, would make muck stick up his knees, would make him freeze up and become unable to move.

Rabbit did not like rain. Sitting inside and watching it patter on the window, that was one thing. He enjoyed that. But standing outside in it? No. He'd leave that to Jon. Thunder? He'd give anything not to ever have to hear it again.

The second clap struck his audio receptors, making the hundred sixteen year old robot flinch at the sharp bang that sounded far too much like a bomb for his tastes. Before the sound faded completely, Rabbit found his arms full of a shaking gold and brass robot.

The Jon had come to his older brother once more.

"Rabbit I'm scared!" For all his age, for all he'd seen, Jon was still very much a child. Rabbit smiled as best as his face plates would allow.

"Daer daer Da Jon, nothin' to be afraid of! Just a bit o' thunder! It can't hurt ya none." Rabbit could tell a lie like no other. "It's just Pappy and Delilah bowling."

"The Spine says that's not true."

"Well fooy on Da Spine. What does he know, he's not da older brother now is he?"

"He's my older brother."

"But he's not the oldest!"

"No. But you're not either."

"The giraffe don't count. She's our sister."

"But Rabbit, if Delilah's our sister, why does Sam keep calling her our broken pet?"

Neither of them noticed that the storm raged on above them. Neither of them noticed the lightning that struck again and again, nor the thunder that answered each time.

Rabbit said he'd give anything not to ever have to hear it again. But time spent with Jon; he wouldn't trade that for the world.

Re: Fish don't mind water

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thank you for filling this!