bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

minor injury meme.

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[ Peter sometimes wonders if he’s a walking jinx. It would certainly follow, given his life so far -- kidnapped by aliens, raised by pirates, landing himself with a ship full of lovable misfits. (The Milano, now, is kind of like The Breakfast Club, if every single one of the students had been obnoxious fucks who hogged the shower and had ongoing kill-counts and would rather kill you as soon as look at you, but that’s a different conversation.)

As it is, this job was meant to be an easy one -- get in, steal some schematics from some shady dudes, and get out without being detected, with a smug smile and a warm, fuzzy feeling for having done their daily good deed. A two-man job, at most. And since it was meant to be so easy, and since it had been so long since the two of them had seen each other (busy with jobs and assignments and missions, as they are), this was the closest thing to a date that Kasumi and Peter have had since their confessions in a rain-drenched ruin.

Which is kind of sad, but what can they do?

Well, for starters, they could get taken by surprise when they realized they had landed on the same day as a super duper top-secret weapons shipment. The two of them managed to clear out the goons once their cover was blown (and it totally wasn’t Peter’s fault. For real. For real), but there was no Drax to take care of the big dude with a penchant for big, powerful concussive blasts. So when the cheese stood alone, he had aimed a blast at Peter and Kasumi as they crouched together behind cover. The blow had sent them both sprawling, while a second blast (and what the fuck where was this guy’s cooldown?!) sent them both flying into a wall.

Peter recovered first, thanks to his helmet absorbing the hit, and electricity arced through the air as he unloaded on the guy. It isn’t until the dude falls to the ground, twitching and writhing (and very much dead) that Peter withdraws his mask and drops to Kasumi’s side.

Also? Wow, he’s totally not panicking, why would you think that? ]

Goto, hey, c’mon, eyes on me.

[ Well, Kasumi was always one for exciting, daring dates. Despite getting their cover blown, kicking goon ass definitely wasn't a terrible turn of events, especially since she and Peter made short work of it because they're just awesome like that. But then came, of course, the big guy with the annoying concussive blasts. Kasumi had always been sort of amused by them, like when she used to be on the Normandy crew and Garrus would fell unsuspecting baddies with a single blast.

But being on the receiving end? As it turns out--not fun at all.

She might remember ducking behind cover with Peter in a hurry, how a desk wasn't quite enough to protect them against the blast, and she might remember not having enough time to think anything but, Now that's just unfair, as the big guy lets loose another blast. Then she might remember her head crashing into a wall.

But she doesn't actually, because as she comes to, her thoughts are all in a mush and she can barely even formulate words, but at least she recognizes the person next to her as her favorite partner, so she can at least manage this: ]

... Hey.

[ Okay, good, she's awake -- and that makes him breathe a sigh of relief. But his relief is short-lived, because that little hey of hers was, like, totally not her best greeting. Definitely nowhere near the top 100. ]

I know you like lettin' me do all the work, but no sleepin' on the job, babe. [ And his words are clipped and quick, definitely worried, because he can tell, at least, that she probably has a concussion, but he can't remember -- are you allowed to sleep or not with one? He thinks he remembers TV shows from his childhood where they would desperately shout, "Stay awake!" after someone suffered a blow to the head, but he seriously doubts most of those scriptwriters had medical degrees. ]

You remember what happened?

[ It's then that she tries to sit up slowly, which is apparently the best her body can do at the moment, because the movement sends her head into a spiral and she visibly grimaces before hunching over to cradle her head in one of her hands. It pretty much takes up all the rest of her ability to turn her head slightly and look at Peter. ]

Whatever it was... it must have sucked? Ow, ow.

[ Which is to say, what the hell happened? She's slowly starting to recollect her thoughts, though, not that she can really put any words to them at the moment. She probably couldn't even spell her name if Peter asked. ]

Hey, whoa there, turbo. Don't move around just yet--

[ He pulls off his jacket, crumpling it into a ball for her to use as a makeshift pillow; he helps ease her onto it. Not the best material for a pillow, to be sure, but it'll have to do. ]

You banged your head pretty good there, it looks like. Just try to relax, alright? No thinking deep, existential thoughts right now.

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[ What a gent. She gives him a weird goofy smile when he pulls off his jacket to make her a pillow, because aww. Kasumi, however, has very clear priorities and also her head is out of sorts, so instead of responding to his plea to relax she furrows her brow and now she's more worried about something else entirely. ]

What about the--job? Oh god, we're on a job. Where are we? Did we get it done?

[ Talk about being a workaholic. ]

[ He puts a hand on her shoulder -- he hopes it's reassuring, but mostly he's worried that she's going to try to sit up again and go into work mode. ]

Easy, tiger, we're good.

[ Well, mostly. They're surrounded by bodies in various degrees of dead, some bleeding out from Kasumi's bullets or sizzling from shots of Peter's blaster. It's pretty romantic, as far as first dates settings go. ]

We should start charging by the corpse.

[ That gets a laugh out of her, after which she just looks at him with a somewhat dazed smile and places a hand over his. ]

I do remember us making one hell of a team, though, Star-Lord.

[ ... She seems sort of loopy, which is concerning. But at least she's talking, so he manages a little smile for her. ]

Damn straight we do.

[ What the hell are you supposed to do for a concussion, anyway? Probably ice the spot where she hit her head or something, but it's not like they've got ice packs-- maybe they've got something at the shuttle? ]

You stay put, okay? I'm gonna go download the data, and we're getting out of here.

But--

[ "Download" and "data" are pretty much some of Kasumi's favorite words (especially if all used in the same sentence as, "covertly" and "classified," so she moves like she's about to sit up again, but the continuing swirling around in her head tells her nope, you're just gonna stay put and enjoy your concussion. ]

... Alright.

[ He anticipated that she'd totally try to get up then, and when she does, and when the expected consequences crop up, he helps ease her back down. ]

Don't worry, I won't fuck it up.

[ Probably.

Anyway, he stands and moves over to one of the consoles, keeping an eye on her the entire time (because he kind of bets she'd try to go all stealthy ninja and get the data from another console if he so much as blinks). The encryption is child's play, and even Peter can get through it (who seriously uses 1234 as a password still, in this day and age?). He grabs the schematics -- and as an afterthought, copies anything else that looks useful -- before going back to Kasumi. ]

All good. [ Now, the tricky part -- getting back to the shuttle, when she seems in no condition to be doing much of anything. ] Hey, you like piggyback rides, right?

[ When he goes to download the data, a part of Kasumi just feels dumb for getting incapacitated like this, but she stays put because she can tell he's worried (and also that he's totally keeping an eye on her because she totally would have gone stealthy ninja otherwise). Damn, he actually knows her too well.

And when he returns, asking about piggyback rides, Kasumi definitely tries to get herself back up on her own two feet. ]

It's fine, I'm--

[ totally failing at this, at which point she just thinks I am never going to laugh at someone getting a concussive blast ever again, and barely manages to put a forward to catch herself and keep from falling right into Peter. ]

--I'm good.

[ Even if she manages to catch herself, Peter's still there to put a hand on both of her shoulders to steady her. ]

No, you're seriously not.

[ Worried is fast becoming an understatement, at this rate. He grabs his jacket up off the ground, slipping it on quickly (and, yes, he totally alternates hands so that he can keep a hold on Kasumi in case she topples over again.

He regards her for a silent moment before he finally just-- sweeps an arm under her knees with his other around her back and lifts her up. It's a familiar position, he knows, only there are less catamanders and less explosions and almost no need for jet-boots. Then he starts heading to the shuttle. NO BIG DEAL.]

[ Now normally, she's give him a hard time about this, but right now she's feeling way too out of it and he's right--she's not good. So she throws her arm around the back of his shoulders to hang on, rests her throbbing head on him, and says quietly, ]

Thanks, Peter. Sorry.

[ Normally he'd give her shit about giving up so easily, but he really can't muster it right now -- because mostly he's relieved that she's not fighting him on it, because he'd seriously just end up throwing her over his shoulder like a prick if she kept arguing. ]

Hey, nothing to be sorry about. Shit like this happens all the time. Just take it easy, okay?

[ She's silent for a little bit; thinking sort of hurts a tad, but she's coherent enough to assess the situation. It's a little disappointing that this is how their first date turns out, because she remembers imagining it going a little less woops you have a concussion now and a little more damn we are good and it's getting me worked up, but she just quietly laughs that off. ]

So this is our first date, huh? I think I might need a redo.

[ That gets a quiet laugh at him. ]

Next time, I promise there'll be dinner and dancing and awkward attempts at tryin' to sneak in a kiss.

[ A beat, then, ] I won't lie. I haven't been on many dates. That's what you do, right?

[ Because Peter doesn't actually date, and the idea of dating? Pretty weird. Usually he just-- swoops into a bar or a club or a diner or whatever, chats up the first attractive person he sees and buys them a few drinks, and then in the morning it's a wave goodbye and a, "Don't call me, I'll call you."

He's never done steady. He's never done relationships. This is brand new territory, and he'd never admit it, but it's making him nervous. ]

First off--

[ She smiles and reaches up to his cheek with her free hand. ]

--you don't have to sneak in a kiss, Quill. Dinner and dancing is nice once in a while, maybe, but honestly? Doing this kind of thing is much more exciting. Except maybe the part where I get a concussion. Just--don't worry so much, and be you, remember?

[ He leans into her touch a little and manages a teasing smile. ]

So, stick with shooting things, but maybe next time I make you wear a helmet?

You want to cover my face up even more?

[ That gets him an equally teasing pull on the cheek. ]

[ That garners her a wince and an overblown hiss. ]

Ow, quit it.

Sorry darling, did I pull too hard? Must be my concussion messing with my motor skills.

[ All this, accompanied by a really? look on her face. ]

[ He shoots her a glower. ]

You are so lucky my hands are full, otherwise I'd give you a taste of your own medicine.

Hey, remember when you got drugged at that one heist we pulled, and I was nothing but nice and caring to you afterwards?

[ She knows that's not entirely true, but she's smiling anyway. ]

[ Peter cocks an eyebrow at that. ]

You and I remember that night very differently, but I bet you’re trying to make a point. I can feel it.

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