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memeswearhouse ([personal profile] memeswearhouse) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-11-10 04:22 pm


Everyone you know and love thinks you're dead. They mourned for you, laid flowers on
your grave year after year. Aren't they going to be surprised to find you alive and well?
{ reposted from here. }

❧ Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any relevant preferences.
❧ If there's a specific scenario you like best, set the scene.
❧ Or leave your comment blank and let others use RNG to choose.
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① Took longer than I thought → Maybe you went on a voyage and presumed dead. Maybe you were stranded on an island, kidnapped by pirates, or lost in the Bermuda Triangle. Whatever the case, you're back now, to everyone's great surprise.
② Amnesia → You sustained a traumatic head injury that left you unable to recall your identity. It's all come back to you and now you're faced with the realization that the people who knew you before have moved on with their lives.
③ Sleeping Beauty → Due to magic, science, or some happy marriage of both, you were put into a deep sleep to be awakened at some point in the future. Maybe your friends and family weren't aware of the plan. Wakey, wakey.
④ Only mostly dead → Think Frodo and Shelob. You're thought dead and your body's left behind. Only, you weren't as dead as everyone thought. Oops.
⑤ Faked it → Maybe you've been put in witness protection or you're a secret agent no one can know exists. For whatever reason, you had to fake your own death. Now it's safe to go back to your life. How are you going to explain that?
⑥ Back from the dead → You really were dead. But you're not any more. Whether it was divine intervention, Dr. Frankenstein, or aliens, you're alive and kicking once again.
⑦ Choose your own adventure → Mix and match or make up your own!

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Betty Ross | The Incredible Hulk and MCU

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
anger_mgmt: (serious - i'm not afraid)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Later some of the people who knew him best would tell him that he'd been looking a little green around the gills when they found the stasis tube. In private they might admit that they'd honestly been scared that the Other Guy was going to make an unscheduled appearance.

Either way, reports were filed all noting that when Bruce Banner opened the view port into the stasis tube and saw Betty Ross inside, he held himself together and was instrumental in dismantling the rest of the rogue laboratory before he escorted the tube back to Stark Tower. The glint of green in his eye was enough to dissuade Agent Romanoff from insisting that she should be taken to a SHIELD facility. She'd survived the Hulk once and that was enough to convince her that she didn't want to go for round two on this one.

Now he's alone with the tube and its precious contents. With what he'd learned from the information on reviving Steve Rogers and his own research, he's worked almost nonstop for days to get to the point where he could banish everyone from his lab - even Tony - and ready himself for the do or die moment.

Either this would work, or he would at least be able to mourn alone.

Checking the IV and the monitors, he administers the last stimulant and waits at Betty's side.]
ext_1359443: (unconscious)


[identity profile] 2012-11-19 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Betty had no idea she had even been out for this long. Her abduction had come out of nowhere, not even her father knew where she had ended up.

It's incredible to think she's been perfectly preserved in this chamber for a whole year. The odds were against her for waking up but thankfully, Bruce didn't believe in regular odds.

She didn't even look like she was breathing, laying there in the medical bed. Her dark hair a contrast to her pale skin. Slowly though, very slowly her heart rate began to sluggishly pick up in rate. It seemed an eternity before she took her first breath on her own.
anger_mgmt: quickie by me (serious - removing glasses)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Her first breath steals the breath from his lungs. He has the ventilator at hand if she needs it, but this stasis had been so complete that he was hopeful that the muscle deterioration was minimal to nonexistent.

Her second breath reminds him to let out the one that he had been holding, and most encouragingly, the monitors show brain activity, escalating from mere static to coalesce into patterns reminiscent of a healthy person in a deep sleep.]

Betty? Betty Ross, can you hear me?
ext_1359443: (unconscious)

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Someone was calling her name...someone far away...

There was a fluttering of her eyelids before she took a deeper breath, starting to come around. Her first traces of thought wondering if she had fallen asleep.

Slowly her brown eyes opened, blinking to try and resolve the face bending over hers.
anger_mgmt: (serious - thinking about it)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[There are miracles and there are miracles and then there is the sight of Betty opening her eyes after a year's disappearance and the nightmare of seeing her stored away like some kind of lab sample.

He forces a smile, touching a hand to her cheek when all he wants to do is gather her up in his arms and protect her from the world.]

Betty, it's Bruce, can you wake up for me now? I need you to wake up.
ext_1359443: (hello bruce)

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
The blur resolves into Bruce's face, his voice filtering through. Her whole body felt heavy and tingling as if coming back from frostbite. When she recognizes him, a soft smile breaks across her face. "Bruce..." A puzzled expression flickers through her eyes. "...did I oversleep?" Maybe this was the day after her drinking binge. Right?
anger_mgmt: (serious - that kinda hurts)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
No, no, don't worry about that, you're here with me now.

[He leans down to press a kiss to her forehead, struggling to keep his emotions in check. Now that there's relief to break down the walls of his intense focus since they found her, there's a tidal wave of rage that wants to burst free. Only knowing that Betty would bear the brunt of it keeps it pushed back.

There are questions to be asked, tests to be run, but he can afford her time to come fully to the present just as he needs to give himself time to find the calm center he operates in while surrounded by a sea of anger.]

ext_1359443: (thinking deeply)

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
He sounded so worried, despite his forced smile. Betty was always happy to see him though, as she tried to bring her hands up to meet his face.

Except...she closes her eyes with a pained sound. Every muscle protested as she tried to sit up. "...why...what happened? Why can't I move?" She could move, it just ached like she was suddenly blessed with arthritis in every joint.
anger_mgmt: (smile - that's nice to think)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Sh... don't try to move too much yet.

[He takes one of her hands to press it between both of his. He hadn't let himself think this far. Thinking of what to tell her when she woke filled him with dread that she wouldn't wake.]

Can you tell me the last thing you remember?
ext_1359443: (hello bruce)

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Now she was the one starting to worry. Her hand felt cold in both of his warm ones. Why was she on her back in a medical bed? The beeping machines around her were starting to get her attention. "I...I'm not sure..." Betty tried to remember. The fact that he was holding her hand did help to anchor her that this was real.

"I remember drinking...a lot." Her voice a little embarrassed at admitting that. "And you came..."
anger_mgmt: (serious - huh)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[His stomach falls and his smile falters, but he nods encouragingly. To think that her last memory is more than a year old makes the acid seethe in his head increase in volume tenfold.]

I came and I saw you in Willowdale. Do you remember anything after that?

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[identity profile] 2012-11-19 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust..." The minister was just finishing up the final words over Betty's grave. The whole world seemed to have stopped for this funeral, Bruce's avenger friends standing there with him for support. It was a sudden thing, her death. The first news was that she was in the hospital after a lab explosion. By the time anyone could get there, she was already gone. The chemical runoff had been so bad, they couldn't even have an open casket.

Or so it seemed...that was the official story anyway and the only one everyone there knew about. However, her father was notably absent. He had "other responsibilities" elsewhere.
anger_mgmt: (serious - break me)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
And damn old Thunderbolt Ross anyway.

Hating the man was the least of Bruce's thoughts in the howling storm of grief of grief he had been living in for days since learning of Betty's death. There had been... property damage. He wasn't proud of that; she would have wanted him to do better. She would have been able to talk him down....

She was gone.

He shook off offers of companionship, concerned solicitude, worried eyes, and Fury's suggestion that he might like to take a vacation somewhere - tactfully - remote. All he wanted to do was go home and be left alone.

The last to leave was, surprisingly, Natasha, but her company was tolerable in the way she moved through his house as silently as a ghost, putting food in the fridge and closing the curtains. He heard on the phone on her way out the door, reporting to Fury and then he was alone with his thoughts and his grief and the unending storm in his head.
ext_1359443: (I don't want to hear it)


[identity profile] 2012-11-19 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
The thing was Ross was actually grieving in his own 'special' way. By flaunting the rules and doing what it took to get the job done. When Betty had come into the hospital, dying without a hope of surviving, he took matters into his own hands. He had a few favors to call in but it was enough.

She had been revived and recovered within a few days of the incident before Betty found out what had happened. And she was furious. Her father obviously thought this would get her away from Bruce and on his side for good. After having a very loud talk with him, she stormed out of the facility and walked for a long time to try and get a hold of her emotions.

And she inevitably found herself at Bruce's doorstep. Her heart in her stomach as she wasn't sure what to say. They'd already had the funeral. She couldn't just walk in and say hello. So she just stood there on the steps to the apartment. Trying to find the right way to knock on the door and too conflicted to do it just yet. Finally she just hunted for the spare key and opened the door quietly, hoping he wasn't home just yet. Of course, if he was, he would hear the door latch when it closed behind her.
anger_mgmt: (serious - please no)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
He had fallen into bed, clothes and all after the funeral, not even kicking off his shoes. After all the time spent trying to find and keep his equilibrium, it felt out of reach now.

"I'm fine!" he shouted without getting up. "Tell Fury I'll go into exile tomorrow or the day after."
ext_1359443: (thinking deeply)

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
She froze halfway through the living room as she heard his voice from the bedroom. So he was home. And she could already hear how upset he was. She wasn't even sure how he would react but Betty couldn't leave him like this.

She moved quietly to the doorway, standing there with a worried look as she took her purse off her shoulder to put it on the floor. ".....Bruce?"
anger_mgmt: (unsure - so not sure about this)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
The world swum around him. He had to be losing his mind with his grief, there was no way he was seeing what he was seeing.

He pushed himself upright and shook his head. "No. No, this isn't fair." It wasn't fair to be presented with this apparition when he was supposed to be learning how to live knowing she was gone.
ext_1359443: (hello bruce)

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Betty tried to smile but it was more an apology than anything. "No, it's not. It's not fair. I'm...I'm sorry, Bruce. So very sorry." She was apologizing for not being dead? It seemed like the right thing to say at the time. He was still looking at her like she wasn't real.
anger_mgmt: (surprise - this isn't good)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
"What are you?" He slid off the bed, taking a tentative step away from the bed toward her. "Have I lost my mind entirely?" After all he'd seen, he still didn't believe in ghosts; there had to be some other rational explanation. Or irrational, as the case might be.
ext_1359443: (come home with me)

[identity profile] 2012-11-19 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no Bruce. It's me." She takes a few steps forward, trying to get closer to him. "It really is. You're not going crazy." She really just wanted to run up and hug him but he looked more skittish than a rabbit in hunting season.

"I know about the funeral, they told me about it today. It wasn't my idea." Of course anything she's saying, a ghost could easily say as well. But she's trying.
anger_mgmt: (serious - that kinda hurts)

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-19 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
He wanted more than anything to believe. He hadn't even been able to see her body to say goodbye, but it felt like the most escapist kind of wish-fulfillment from a mind that already bore too heavy a load of emotion on a day-to-day basis.

"How--" How did you survive? How are you here? How is this possible? He closed the distance and reached for her to pull her into his arms.

Even if it was an illusion, he'd take a chance to at least say good-bye.

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ext_1359443: (thinking deeply)

looping around so it doesn't get squished

[identity profile] 2012-11-23 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She can't blame him for needing a moment or two to process, things were snowballing rather fast. Betty smiles fondly, lacing her hand in one of his. "I really am. Really here."

There was a small worry though growing now that she saw how her supposed death had affected him. A mental note to discuss this later while on the trip.

"That sounds good." And no cabs. She didn't like cabs and neither did he.
anger_mgmt: (unsure - taken aback)

Moving on to Baltimore

[personal profile] anger_mgmt 2012-11-24 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The lab has been everything he could have asked for. Tony has gone above and beyond the call of friendship or teammates in acquiring the facilities and supplying a place to stay not linked to either Bruce or Betty.

What he can't do is change what he's seeing on the screen as the last of their test results are displayed.

"Betty. You need to see this."
labcoatgirl: (thinking deeply)

late reply

[personal profile] labcoatgirl 2012-12-02 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Betty had been working on a few blood samples of her own, processing them down to their base components. When Bruce called, she came over, putting her glasses on her nose to read what he was looking at.

"Did you find something?" Betty asked, almost hoping the answer was negative.

[ooc: AND I finally got a real journal so if you like, we can move the thread? I have the copy of it here already: ]