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After beating the crap out of Druitt and getting some of hers beat out too, Kate's more confused than anything. He didn't kill her. Didn't even try to kill her. To be fair, she hadn't tried to kill him either. Magnus wouldn't have forgiven her. Declan would be pissed even if he'd stand by her. Steve would've been 'disappointed' even if he got why she did it. Explaining it the Girl Scouts wouldn't have been worth it. And more than anything, she just...didn't like killing. She'd do it if she had to, but doing it when she didn't, didn't that make her just like him? Worse?
But now she's got a bitch of a black eye. Split lip. A bump on her head. Three seriously bruised ribs. Her right fist looks like she punched a stone wall. Because she did when she missed him. And her legs...she doesn't even want to think about the scrapes bruises.
She grabs fresh clothes from the box, a shower, and covers up the worst of it, then spends the day looking for Joan. It doesn't do fuck-all for the damage to her body. But she's awake, not concussed, she drinks enough water, keeps down her food, and doesn't find Joan in the caves or, bypassing civilization where Auggie and Annie are looking, farther out.
No Joan, no Druitt, no Declan. Not that she looks very hard for Declan before nightfall. He's going to be pissed. And...it's a waste of time. Every hour they don't find her decreases her chances of being alive. By nightfall, she's all but given up. She'll look again tomorrow but she doesn't expect to find her.
When she goes home to her hut, she does find Declan. He's inside waiting for her. "Hey," she says, and then, quietly, "Before you scream, can you get me some of the aspirin on my shelf and a glass of water?"
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Title lyrics from Thea Gilmore's Heads Will Roll
But now she's got a bitch of a black eye. Split lip. A bump on her head. Three seriously bruised ribs. Her right fist looks like she punched a stone wall. Because she did when she missed him. And her legs...she doesn't even want to think about the scrapes bruises.
She grabs fresh clothes from the box, a shower, and covers up the worst of it, then spends the day looking for Joan. It doesn't do fuck-all for the damage to her body. But she's awake, not concussed, she drinks enough water, keeps down her food, and doesn't find Joan in the caves or, bypassing civilization where Auggie and Annie are looking, farther out.
No Joan, no Druitt, no Declan. Not that she looks very hard for Declan before nightfall. He's going to be pissed. And...it's a waste of time. Every hour they don't find her decreases her chances of being alive. By nightfall, she's all but given up. She'll look again tomorrow but she doesn't expect to find her.
When she goes home to her hut, she does find Declan. He's inside waiting for her. "Hey," she says, and then, quietly, "Before you scream, can you get me some of the aspirin on my shelf and a glass of water?"
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Title lyrics from Thea Gilmore's Heads Will Roll
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Date: 2012-01-23 05:48 am (UTC)If he'd been there when she got up this morning, this probably wouldn't have happened. The morning sun and no piles of blankets and chill would've been a great excuse for a morning in bed. But she doesn't say that because she's not ready for him to be in her bed or her in his every morning and if she says it, he might bring it up.
"I'll do better," she promises instead and then wriggles back up onto the bed-mat. "I don't think anything's broken. We weren't actually trying to kill each other."
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Date: 2012-01-23 06:08 am (UTC)She probably knows that, as well, but it makes him feel better to warn her of a potential hurt if it might happen, makes him feel like he's in control.
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Date: 2012-01-24 02:43 am (UTC)Instead, she runs her fingers down his arm and then pulls her shirt off and lies back for him. "Since you're not gonna stop worrying until you're sure nothing's broken and I'm not dying from hidden internal bleeding, go ahead." She smiles and it's warm, sweet, for a few seconds before it twists wicked. "Besides, I'm not getting any until you're sure, so. Yeah."
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Date: 2012-01-24 12:08 pm (UTC)"Chances may be slim. I don't want to hurt you, Katie."
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Date: 2012-01-25 03:52 am (UTC)"You're the one who always wants to be gentle. Here's a perfect excuse." Or she could ride him so he's not putting any weight on her. "C'mon, babe. You know you want me."
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Date: 2012-01-25 05:57 pm (UTC)"This breaks every field medic's code of conduct. You do know that, right? My commander would have my hide for this if I were still active duty."
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Date: 2012-01-26 03:28 am (UTC)She chews on her lip a little and makes a face at the tang of blood from where it's split. "Besides, it's 'first, do no harm' not 'first, don't fuck around'." There's a small grin for that that fades into a small shrug. He hates when she's not straight with him about stuff, so she adds, "I spent the morning with Druitt, thinking he killed the friend of someone I care a lot about. Got beat as bad as I beat him and then spent the afternoon looking for her. I just..." She glances away. "I need to think about something else. Or not think for awhile. I need... you."
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Date: 2012-01-26 04:14 am (UTC)It's strange, how simple it gets when she's honest with him and when Declan leans in to kiss her, he can taste a little of her blood on his mouth. He needs to be careful, impossibly so, but he won't deny her this when she needs it. If she's asking, it must be necessary.
"I love you, Kate. Even when you're stubborn as a bull. Probably more when you're stubborn, even."
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Date: 2012-01-26 04:47 am (UTC)"Me too," she tells him, both the love and the stubborn. It's still hard to say the words sometimes but she thinks he knows.
Before she can get all sentimental (which is just going to fuck with her head right now), she tugs at his shirt. "Me on top? That way no ribs are crushed in the making of these orgasms."
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Date: 2012-01-26 04:57 am (UTC)If it was up to him, he'd not be having sex with her right now and just cuddling instead but if she needs the connection, he won't deny her that. Just...carefully.
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Date: 2012-01-26 05:29 am (UTC)There's a world of difference between slamming each other around for good consensual rough sex or sparring and letting a guy hurt her. "If you were some other guy, that'd probably mean I'm never gonna let you smack me around or fuck me too hard. But it's you and I know you can't take hurting me. So it won't happen."
It's a weird kind of promise to make and weird to think about and just all over weird and she shakes it off with a soft kiss to his neck. "I'm okay, Declan. My brain's more banged up than my body and this'll help."
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Date: 2012-01-27 04:25 am (UTC)"I know, I just don't...I don't know if I can do this. It's a little outside of my norm."
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Date: 2012-01-27 04:53 am (UTC)She rolls away, hiding the wince as she gets up to paw through her clothes for something clean and comfortable.
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Date: 2012-01-27 04:59 am (UTC)It makes him angry, her snapping at him for this when he's trying to protect her but in the end, he guesses it's probably for the best.
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Date: 2012-01-27 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-27 05:25 am (UTC)"And it's never going to be me. Hurting you is never going to be on my agenda. I am not denying you anything you need emotionally, Kate, and I never would. But I am not going to be responsible for hurting you, the end. I'd hate myself."
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Date: 2012-01-27 06:01 am (UTC)She pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts while she's growling, "I'm not going to find anyone else to fuck me. I made a promise when I said I loved you and I'm keeping it. But I am going for a walk." And probably a swim. The cool water will help keep down the swelling. But he doesn't need to know that or he'll just follow her or some fucking thing. "Go back to your hut. I'll see you when you can fuck me without worrying about hurting me."
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Date: 2012-01-27 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-27 06:57 am (UTC)