Monday - Hurt/Comfort

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Hi, everyone! I'm milleniumrex, and I'll be your guest host this week!

Let's start off with a classic. Your prompt for today is Hurt/Comfort.

It's Monday, which means we're probably all in the mood for some healing cuddles. Take your favorite character, put them in a bad spot, be it physically or emotionally, and then put them back together (possibly with the help of a significant other).

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Formatting examples:

DC Universe, Cassie Sandsmark/Kara Zor-El, "Stupid kryptonite."
DC Universe, Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones, patrol injuries.
Marvel Comics, Kate Bishop/Cassie Lang, healing process.

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Have fun!

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[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

DC Universe, Cassie Sandsmark/Kara Zor-El, "Stupid kryptonite."

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DC Universe, Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones, patrol injuries.

More Altering Fate!

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Tim passed Cissie an ice pack and dropped onto the couch next to her. "How's your head?"

She grunted and pressed the ice pack to the back of her head with a wince. He reached over and helped her arrange it against the back of the couch so she could lean her head back against it. "It's okay," she said. "How're your ribs?"

Tim grunted, settling himself gingerly beside her on the couch. "Sore," he admitted. "But not terrible. It's just a bullet bruise. I've had worse."

She gave him a small smile. "I know." She sighed a little and closed her eyes, resting against the back of the couch. "So that could have gone better."

He laughed and groaned when doing so made his ribs ache. "Well, we did shut down that drug ring, so it wasn't a complete bust."

"True," she said, glancing at him. "The couple that gets beat up together...?"

Tim smiled and leaned his head against hers, kissing her cheek. "Something like that. I vote we watch something long and epic, what do you think?"

She eyed him. "Are you just looking for an excuse to watch Star Wars?"

"No..." he said slowly, giving her a wry smile. "I was thinking more along the lines of Lord of the Rings."

Cissie laughed and winced, touching a hand to the back of her head. "Ow. Laughing's bad. Got it."

Tim leaned in and kissed her neck, moving his way down to her collarbone. "It's not great for me either. I'm sorry you're hurt."

She scoffed and ran her fingers through his hair. "Don't be silly. I was the one who got herself hit in the head." She smiled a little and kissed his hair. "And don't think I didn't notice how you took that guy down, either. A little more violent than necessary, hmm?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said solemnly. "It was the perfect amount of violence. I could also point out that the one who shot me somehow wound up with an arrow in his hand."

"Hey, is it my fault he put his hand in the path of my arrow? I don't think so."

Tim grinned at her and moved in to give her a long, slow kiss. "Whatever you say, gorgeous. So... Lord of the Rings?"

Cissie laughed. "All right. But then you have to sing to me in Elvish later."

"...It bodes well that you find my geek side attractive."

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Kate Bishop/Cassie Lang, healing process.

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Harry Potter, Zacharias Smith/Ginny Weasley, "abandoned"

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

Covenant, Caleb/Reid, Reid's sick

A Little TLC, Caleb/Reid, PG13

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

“Jesus, Reid, you’re sick not dying,” Caleb grumbled at the giant lump in bed, currently trying to cough his lungs up and apparently milk this flu for all it was worth. Reid shivered, burrowing under blankets and the hoodie he stole from Tyler. “s’not what’a s’like.”

“What?”

Reid popped his head out from under the dark comforter, hair in disarray and a scowl on his face. “It’s not what it feels like… asshole,” he added, throat raspy.

“Nice.” Caleb confirmed with a shake of his head. “Did you take the Nyquil?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Tastes fucking nasty, man, you drink it.”

Caleb pulled at his hair, frustrated and trying not to strangle Reid. “I’m not the one who’s sick, smartass.” He made his way to the bathroom pulling out the cold medicine before making his way back over to Reid. “Come on, get up. You have to drink this.” Reid grumbled again but left the warmth of the covers to take the medicine, swallowing it down with a grimace.

“Fuckin’ nasty,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Satisfied?” He glowered and Caleb’s annoyance lasted all of a second before another coughing fit overtook Reid.

“Yeah, not really,” Caleb admitted taking a seat beside Reid, fingers itching with the need to brush all that sweaty blonde hair out of Reid’s face. To hell with it, Reid was sick and Caleb couldn’t not so he ran his fingers through Reid’s hair, smiling when Reid moved into the touch. “All bark,” he muttered affectionately.

Reid’s left eye popped open, frown on his face, “Huh?”

“Nothing,” Caleb mused, biting back the laugh. “Just thinking this’ll knock you out, so you can stop bitching already and get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” Reid muttered, eyes drifting closed. “You stayin’?” He added just as soft. Caleb couldn’t drop the smile from his face, shifting around so he was lying against Reid’s back.

“Of course I am,” Caleb whispered against the back of his head. “Someone’s got to stay and take care of you,” he added genuinely, hand coming around Reid’s side and pulling his back flush against Caleb’s chest. Reid hummed softly and Caleb took that as agreement. Dropping a chaste kiss against the heated and clammy skin of Reid’s neck, Caleb listened to the soft, congested breaths Reid made as he slept.

edited... cause the typos were bothering me, lol ;)

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

Covenant, Reid/Aaron, "I missed you while you were gone"

[dancingcarrot21.livejournal.com]

Mobile Suit Gundam 0079, Char/Garma, "battle scars"

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

His Dark Materials, Will/Lyra, someday soon

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

Someday soon, she will die. She can feel it in the creak of her bones and in her dæmon’s whisper. She’s had a good life. She knows that. She doesn’t need to ask the alethiometer if it’s been enough, though she could. But she knows the answer to that, too. It has been enough. She’s lived and she’s loved and she’s worked and she’s thought and she’s lived. And now she’ll soon die, and that will be another journey.

She’s thought often of the land of the dead and the harpies. Often at the beginning, and now she’s started to think of them again. In a way, it will be like going home. In a small way.

“We’ll see him again,” Pantalaimon says.

“Not see,” she corrects him, but of course she knows what he means. She looks forward to it. Once she thought she’d spend the rest of her life figuring out how to find him again, but she’s grown up now. She knows the answer was always there in front of her. Someday soon, she will die.

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

House MD, Chase/House, "I am not Kutner"

Lost Son 1/2

[anotherfngrl.livejournal.com]

The night Cameron leaves him, after publicly denouncing him in front of all of their friends, Chase sits down on their (his?) couch with a scotch, planning a nice night of forgetting.

He's well on his way to oblivion when he's startled out of his reveree by a knock on the door. He gets up to answer and is surprised to see House standing outside.

He lets the older doctor in somewhat confusedly, moving to go back to the couch and his drink. He's caught off guard when House, cane resting against the wall, reaches out and grabs both of his upper arms, holding him in place while the diagnositican examines him.

House finally lets him go with a nod, and Chase decides he really, really wants to know what's going on. "What're you doing here?" he asks as he walks back to the couch.

"You didn't answer your phone," House tells him, his tone accusatory and slightly panicked, and Chase allows himself a dark chuckle.

"Trust me, no one is going to call that I give a damn about. Not tonight."

"I called," House tells him, looking almost hurt, and Chase is far enough gone that it makes him laugh, because House caring about him, or what he thinks of the other man, is just funny.

"Yes, well, what did you want?" Chase asks when he gets himself back under control, taking another sip of his drink as he says it.

"I wanted to make sure you were alright," House tells him, stepping forward to take his drink as he continues, "And you obviously aren't."

"You're one to talk," Chase snorts, making a half hearted attempt to get the glass back. There's more scotch- he'll just pour himself another once House is gone. Although, knowing House's history with alcohol and drugs, the other man has no right to criticize him.

"I didn't bury my alcoholic mother," House tells him, voice hard, and Chase can't help the wince. House has always been able to put him in his place with a few words or a look, and that hasn't changed. Chase suddenly feels like an eight year old, standing in front of his father explaining why his teacher sent a note home.

He hates feeling so young and helpless, so he throws out, "No, you just cost me my wife," pleased, if surprised, by House's stricken look.

"I wasn't trying to..." House sits down on the coffee table, directly in front of him, before telling him, "It would have torn you two apart eventually. I just sped things up. Figured it'd be easier that way. Like a bandaid."

Chase throws his head back and laughs. "A bandaid? My bloody marriage was a bandaid? My wife, the only person in the world who cares about me, is a bloody bandaid, and you did me a favor ripping it off? I can't believe you."

"She is not the only person in the world who cares about you. Turn your phone back on, I dare you. See how many people have called, worrying about you. You've got friends. You're just too damn stubborn to take advantage of them."

Chase reaches for his phone, on the side table. It isn't off, he just hasn't been answering it, so his smirk is triumphant when he shows it to House. He has three missed calls, all from the diagnostician himself.

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

Spooks, Zaf/Adam, Zaf helps Adam cope after the death of his wife

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

CSI:NY, Mac/Danny, Mac likes to act tough and pretend it isn't hurting but Danny still comforts him anyway

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

SGA, Rodney/John, "She broke up with me." "That's okay buddy, you've still got me."

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

"She broke up with me."

John bumped his shoulder. "That's okay, buddy. You've still got me."

Rodney huffed, but he was smiling now. "What are you, my consolation prize?"

"At your service!" And they both laughed. Then John asked softly, "Why?"

Rodney didn't even pretend not to understand. His sigh seemed to come from his toes. "Because I couldn't change to be the man she wanted me to be."

"Then it's her loss." John took a sip of his beer and looked out over the waves, deliberately not looking at Rodney. "Because I happen to like the man you are."

"Yeah, but you're not a woman."

John turned to face him. "Rodney, any woman who doesn't love you for who you are is a damned blind fool."

Rodney studied his face for a moment, then said deadpan, "Come on, John. Don't hold back -- tell me how you really feel."

They stared stone-faced at each other, then both burst out laughing.

When the beer was empty and the events of the day had lulled Rodney to sleep there on the pier, John held his head in his lap and brushed his fingers through the fine light brown hair. He stared out over the waves and thought, Yeah, buddy. You've still got me. You'll always have me. That's what best friends do.

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Cole/Chris, unchanged future - Chris gets hurt by Wyatt (no incest if possible)

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Cole/Piper, only Cole knows what she needs to cope with Prue's death

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, Chris hurts himself doing a stunt, again

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

"Again?" Steve sighs and shakes his head. He can't help the smile as he can hears Christian's pout down the phone. "Gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap."

"Kinky," Christian shoots back. "Are you..." He trails off, hope clear in his tone, even as he hears the click of Steve's fingers on his keyboard. "I mean, can..."

"I got a flight at 11:30, I'll see you just after 5:30," Steve promised. "Look after yourself babe."

[dametokillfor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Cas, mend a broken heart.

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

spoilers for Spn 5x10

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, they find comfort in each other after what happened in Carthage

[tigriswolf]

Bones, Booth/Sweets/Brennan, after a hostage-situation, Brennan and Booth take care of Sweets

Filled: I kind of want to expand this now...

[monjinator.livejournal.com]

Booth hasn't seen Sweets this shaken up since...well...never. It's all he can do not to fold the kid in his arms and hold on until that broken and terrified look comes out of his eyes. But he can't do that in public; the best he can do it try his best to ignore the bruising on the side of Sweets's face and use his badge to cut through the bureaucratic bullshit as fast as possible. He lets Bones take care of the processing - she and cam and hodgins have all the evidence they can off of him and processed in a blink, and Booth neatly blocks the cop who was going to take his statement and has him and Bones packed up in his SUV before the hostage takers have even been processed. He nods at Cam as he leaves and knows she'll run interference for them at the scene.

He drives fast back to their apartment, the one he and Bones had just convinced Sweets to move into a month ago. Bones is with Sweets in the back. He's shivering and not talking, and she's got him wrapped in a warm blanket and is muttering about shock symptoms. Bones may not be good at the emotional things, but she knows how to keep him warm, and Booth knows that her presence will do enough to keep Sweets together until they get home.

Sweets falls apart the minute they step foot into the apartment, letting the blanket fall to the ground, shaking hard enough that Booth is surprised not to hear teeth rattle. Booth finally pulls him, holding him close enough that he can feel Sweets's sobs rattling through his own chest. The younger man burrows in closer, and Booth can hear him muttering "They didn't - I couldn't - They hurt the others, and I couldn't-"

"Shh," Booth soothes. He reaches out with one arm and snags Bones, who's hovering indecisively, pulling her in close so that Sweets is sandwiched in between them. She takes the hint and puts her arms around Sweets, resting her forehead in the middle of his shoulders. Booth lets his arms encircle both of them. "We've got you. You're alright, the others will be alright. You're safe, and I won't let anything happen to you." He keeps up the litany of soothing responses, willing to stand here soothing the ones he loves all night if he needs too.

[tigriswolf]

Bones, Booth/Brennan, learning that Andy met misfortune

[tigriswolf]

Bones, Booth/Sweets/Brennan, Sweets was Gormogon. They deal with the betrayal.

No fic, but...

[snowglow1275.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God.
I've got chills. Wow.

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, we're under the sheets and you're killing me (Ellie Goulding - Under The Sheets)

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam, after seeing Mary in 1.9 "Home" Dean has nightmares and Sam tries to take care of him

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

Covenant, Caleb/Reid, "I hate you're I'm-the-oldest-and-therefore-have-a-right-to-get-my-ass-kicked thing"

Always the White Knight, Caleb/Reid, PG13

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

“Ow, fuck, Reid, ease up will ya.” Caleb grumbled.

“Shut up.” He ordered, placing Caleb’s hand against the ice pack to hold it himself. “And keep that there.”

“…the hell is your problem?”

Reid turned angry eyes on him, “You are.”

“That’s some gratitude, man.” Caleb bitched with a shake of his head. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“Fuck you. If you weren’t already limping like an old man, I’d kick your ass. I didn’t ask you to get in the middle, asshole. But like always, the great Caleb Danvers has to come in and swoop in like some goddamn white knight. You know I hate your I'm-the-oldest-and-therefore-have-a-right-to-get-my-ass-kicked thing and yet here we are…” Reid grit out angrily, placing far too much pressure on the ice pack Caleb’s letting slip from his face. “Again.”

“Wow, that’s just—wow, Reid. I’m so sorry I don’t like to see my friends get the shit beat out of them—”

“That’s such a load of crap. I can take care of myself.” Reid hissed, hand moving over Caleb’s side. “You really need to let go of this problem you have with us using our powers especially when we’re outnumbered like we were tonight.” Reid added, softer this time. He felt along Caleb’s ribs, right over the spot where one biker had gotten his booted kick in before Reid had just about enough. Caleb hissed, hunching in on himself. “Lift up.” And Caleb did, albeit slowly. “Just ‘cause you’re older doesn’t mean you always have to put yourself in the frontline. That’s not how it works.” Reid lifted the hem of his shirt, seeing the ugly smear of black and blue starting to show. “Yeah, that’s got to hurt like a bitch. Don’t fucking move,” he ordered gruffly before leaving the room.

Caleb sighed. This was not how their night was supposed to go. Reid came back in with a plastic Ziploc bag filled with ice. “This is going to have to do for now. But if you insist on playing hero all the damn time, I’m going to have to invest in ice packs.”

“Cute. Ah, fuck,” Caleb muttered, gritting his teeth and hissing when Reid held the cool pack against his side. “S’cold.”

“Yeah, well, it’s supposed to be.”

Caleb placed his free hand over Reid’s, thumb rubbing along the back of his wrist. “You still mad?” Reid simply glared at him. “Come on, don’t be mad.”

“You’re a stubborn, pain in the ass, Danvers.”

“Pot, kettle. Kettle, pot.” He saw the corner of Reid’s lip twitch, almost a smile. “Don’t fight it, baby, I’m hurt here.”

“Whose fault is that?” Reid grumbled, but Caleb could already see the anger crumbling. “And don’t call me baby.”

“Bay—ow, fuck,” Caleb huffed out on a pained laugh when Reid pushed down over the bruise on his side. “Such a little bitch,” he grit through his teeth.

“Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson.”

“If I wasn’t in so much pain, I’d teach you a lesson.”

“Sure you would,” Reid snorted, head dropping against Caleb’s un-bruised cheek. He kissed the corner of Caleb’s mouth before getting up, ignoring Caleb’s protests. “Let me get you some Advil. Then you can get some rest.”

When Reid left, Caleb dropped carefully back against the bed, smiling and ignoring the pain it caused his body. Maybe the night wasn’t a total loss after all.

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

DC Universe, Tim Drake/Beryl Hutchinson, guilty conscience

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Ultimate Marvel, Jessica Drew/Johnny Storm, "You really don't need to carry me."

[angel-gidget.livejournal.com]

"You really don't need to carry me."

"Shut up. You're injured."

"I can still fly. A broken leg doesn't exactly--"

"If I can let go of my macho side as part of a whole new life, you can let go of it for ten minutes."

"You never had a macho side. In either life."

"That doesn't burn because I don't acknowledge it."

"You just wanna have fun carrying me fire-man style. You think I'm hot."

"Oh, yes. 'Cause having your butt next to my face is pure nirvana. You think I don't know you had Mr. Greasy burritos for breakfast?"

"You don't care. You told me that mask makes it hard to smell anything."

"Mr. Greasy creates an exception for everything."

"You know you want me."

"You wish."

"Your uterus wishes! It is crying for my sperm as we speak! Can't you hear it? Won't you take pity on it?"

"My uterus is crying because it has cramps."

"..."

"..."

"Oh. Ew."

"Men."

"Now, that is embracing your feminine side. That right there."

"This conversation is ended. I am ending it."

"Not unless you put me down."

"... not a chance in hell."