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Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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[Lindsey McDonald is dead. Or well, dead morally. Wolfram and Hart can do that to a man - and being on the run from the devil for so long has given him an edge. Being back on their leash hurts, but sometimes it has it's own benefits.

Namely his new partner in crime, his new project. And she was coming along swimmingly. Every moment he spends with her, encouraging those darker ambitions - keeping an eye on her.

Running his fingers through his hair he raises an eyebrow.]

No qualms right?

[Taking what people like them need is a must. Essential even. He gestures to the corpses.] About all of this?

[at least there's no kids. Just a lot of dead bodies, demonic marks. His eyes glow for a moment - riding the magical high.]

*Sometimes you did what you had to do as a Slayer. She'd told herself that once after she'd killed the deputy mayor. Had told herself that again when she was working for the Mayor himself. It had been the thing she whispered to herself to kill any hint of a negative emotion that could even loosely be called guilt.

It was something she'd stopped telling herself in prison. To atone for something you needed to own up to your mistakes. Face them, the guilt, the pain, all of it-- head on. She'd tried. She really had. In the end though? It was too hard. It was just too damn hard.

So she'd gone crawling to Wolfram and Hart. Going back to prison had never been an option and sometimes... you did what you had to do.

She takes a deep breath to steady herself, runs a hand through her own dark hair and swallows before she can answer. No qualms? Faith wasn't there yet.*

I got the job done. All that matters, right?

It was beautiful. [he smiles.] I mean precise. I could tell you that all of these people are bad people Faith.

And they are. I mean I can tell. [he's closer to that source now. He knows these things]

Does that make you feel better?

*Her eyes cut over to him but her expression remains guarded.* Lawyer, judge, and jury. Guess it's a good thing I was here or you would have had to play executioner, too.

*Faith straightens to slip her knife back into the waistband of her jeans after cleaning it on the shirt of one of the bodies.* You get overtime for that or what?

We have a casual interest. [Lindsey shrugs] And I'd be up for that next time. I just thought after what that guy called you you'd be open to it.

[He hops off the counter.] ...This really bothers you doesn't it.

Sticks and stones, Linds. Got called worse than that by my own mother before I hit middle school.

*She smiles over at him and it's anything but genuine.* I'll get over it. But kudos to you. For a whole half a second there it seemed like genuine concern.

[He stares at her] It's worth it. To stop feeling. Trust me on this.

[His gaze at least is sincere.]We understand things like that, at Wolfram and Hart. It's the right fit for you Faith.

No matter what that vampire says.

[he smiles. Evil personified.]

Yeah, startin' to get that.

*The mention of Angel makes her wince and she's not quick enough to cover it, so she glares at him instead.* Don't bring him up again or the next time I'm swingin' at somethin' with a knife in hand, I might accidentally slip and mess up that pretty face of yours.

*She takes a last look around.* We should get the hell outta dodge. I need a drink and you're buyin'.

[That's his girl. Reaching behind the counter he pulls out a cannister of gasoline - takes care of business. When he meets her outside his bad hand - his evil hand is on fire with a glowing orange flame.

Closing his hand, the flame goes out. He smiles.]

Hop in the truck. We'll get something on the way back to LA. [There's a get in get out on the road back. Lindsey whistles while sliding in.]

So. What did we learn from that exercise.

*She's almost done with the cigarette she'd lit as soon as she'd stepped foot outside by the time he joins her. He hadn't had that shiny new hand of his the first time they'd met. It's something she's decided to keep an eye on. Friends close, enemies closer and all that jazz. Not that she was sure where Lindsey fell on that scale.

Tossing the butt of her smoke in the general vicinity of the smoke that's starting to leak from the building, she slides in the passenger side.*

That you talk too much. And that you have my ass covered when there's magic involved.

*As an afterthought she tears her gaze away from the window.* Thanks for that by the way.

[Lindsey nods] I'll watch your back. You can count on that. [until there's no further profit in it.]

I've had time to learn, and the majority of the lessons have been provided by the senior partners. They can teach quite a bit.

Now.

You want a fancy drink or are you open to a bar and a beer?

*This time she's better at keeping her reaction under control. Faith manages not to scoff at that out loud though she doesn't believe for a second that he won't put her down like a dog as soon as she stops serving her purpose for his bosses.*

That a not so subtle hint that I need to go back to school?

*The look she gives him clearly says she thinks that's the dumbest question he's ever asked her.* I look like a fancy drink kinda girl to you? Get me to a bar. Long as they have whiskey I'll be five by five.

[Lindsey smirks] Can't hurt.

Sometimes the finer things in life are nice. Not all the time however. [He accelerates - just as they stop at a truck stop. Stepping out he nods.]

I think you might be ready.

Still the proud owner of whatever soul I got left so I guess that all depends on how much tuition costs.

*Faith liked to tell herself that she could still walk away. It wasn't too late if she decided... well, it wasn't too late. Not yet.

Not yet.*

Ready for what?

...For a bit of a bigger test so to speak.

[The holy grail of corruption. Perhaps.] Then again I could be wrong. I mean you're strong. Not as strong as some but..

Strong enough to take on whatever you wanna throw at me. So bring it.

*She can't help that knee jerk reaction that tells her she has to prove herself. She's the second slayer. She's not Buffy. It doesn't seem to matter how much time passes or how uninvolved the golden slayer is, that need never seems to lessen.*