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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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He shakes his head. No. He wanted to be good now, he did. "I thought at one time I didn't want of anyone's help. I just... wanted quiet. I didn't care about my own safety, or what anyone else might think." He can't look at her face properly, as he used to before - when he was accustomed to being beaten for it.

"I don't wish to make Mistress sad." Sometimes... that's why he thinks he deserves to be punished. He'd gotten himself in this situation. He shouldn't come out.

He didn't even remember selling himself for the next hit.

She tilts her head. Felix doesn't talk about his past, and Joan doesn't press, knowing all too well that his past is painful. But this...this is clearly from his pre-slavery days. When he was free. Whole.

As whole as he could be, at least.

"You sound a lot like Sherlock. That's what he thought, too. That he didn't need anybody's help. He was looking for the quiet that drugs could give him."

She swallows.

"I dream about you," she admits, her voice very quiet. "About not being able to protect you. About losing you."

He frowns, earnestly. "I-I wouldn't want to leave Mistress. Better... here." Safe here. Don't have to deal with the shame of being a former slave.

He's ... proud to be hers.
The headaches aren't as bad, and he doesn't feel the need for quiet as much.
He doesn't even like thinking about it.

"I don't want you to leave."

She wants to keep him safe. To help him heal from what has been done to him, and to never let anyone hurt him. But there have been things to suggest that perhaps Felix's former master is not fully finished with the slave.

"I don't want anyone to take you from me."

His one hand drops from her grip. "You mean ... my former Master." Please don't send me back to him.

Logically, he knows she wouldn't, but he can't help the panic in his brain.
And yes, he knows. His master is ... extraordinarily patient, but also cruel and ruthless.

She sees the expression on his face, and she nods once before turning away.

"I won't let him take you," she says, but it's sad, hollow. She wouldn't let Liam be sucked under by his addiction. She wouldn't let the man she operated on die.

Neither of those intentions mattered. What made this one different?

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He nods. There's little that can be done once his former Master decides he wants something. Or maybe he just wants to torment his good little slave.

Felix doesn't put much past him. But he doesn't like seeing his Mistress sad. "I promise I-I won't go back willingly."

Which is pretty much like him saying he'll die before he does.
But he's not that dramatic anymore.

"I know you wouldn't."

She does, knows that he wouldn't want to leave her, and even if he did, wouldn't want to go back to the man who gave him most of his scars.

She turns back, glances at him, then looks down at her hands again.

It's difficult for him to interpret all of her unspoken 'language' though he usually knows when she wants him, or when she's pleased with him, or when she offers the files. "Tell me, Mistress?" he's a bit confused

He's stupid, he should be able to know. He'd been slightly more bold about his questions, but he's still shy. Afraid to tell her about his brother. His brother hadn't come looking for him - maybe he thought he wanted to be a slave.

Maybe he decided not to interfere. No. He tries to reel his mind back to what he's supposed to be thinking about. Her.

"I'll be okay, I just..."

She hates feeling helpless. That feeling writ large was what drove her from medicine after her patient died. The powerlessness made her freeze up when she held a scalpel. As a sober companion, she'd had more than one client fall off the wagon. But Liam had been the first who had died. Liam, who she had loved, and fought for, and lost, more than once, both times to the drugs.

So much harder when it's someone you love.

"I don't want to lose you because I worry about your safety and your well being. But I also don't..." She takes a breath, sighs it out. "I don't want to lose you because I don't want to be without you." She looks at him, her expression so sad. "I love you, Felix."

He flushes and shifts, blinking a bit. The words make him feel a bit warm, even though she's sad - should they? He swallows, his mouth a bit like cotton.

He hasn't really felt loved - that he remembers, since his Mum- no that lump better not turn into tears. He doesn't want to cry.

"I-am I supposed to say I l-love you back?"
Because he does, it just feels ... strange. Foreign. Not bad, though. New.

She loves him. He knows it now. No. Don't cry. Don't cry. It's not supposed to hurt.

"Only if you do," she says, soft and gentle. "You shouldn't just say it if you think I want to hear it, or through some, I don't know, sense of duty. It's okay if you don't love me. I'd never hold it against you."

She wants him to love her back, of course. But she doesn't want him to fake it if he doesn't.

He kisses her fingers. "But ... I do," is it strange he sounds a little sad. Like ... she can't love him forever, because life - doesn't work that way. Couldn't feel Mum's when it was dark and cold and filthy...

"I thought I shouldn't because... you'd think it was duty, that's all."
After all. If he didn't love her, why would he take the bullet and stand up to the raiders?

His brain supplies that, but he doesn't want to remind her.

She reaches out to touch his cheek. They're both so sad, both so lost. Maybe...maybe they can find comfort and safety in each other.

"Tell me," she murmurs.

He almost always avoids talking about what happened. How he became a slave. What it was like before she was his Mistress. Just like now. "I don't know quite how I ... fell but -" he shifts, awkward, letting out a small shy laugh that indicates how nervous he is. "I just liked you a lot at first, that's all, and now I'm... shaking like I think you'll punish me, even though I know you won't."

He blinks up at her a bit, looking a bit sad and scared, but maybe a bit happy too. "I-I like your company..." I don't dread when I hear Mistress come in a room, I don't ... fear Mistress. "I love Mistress."
My Mistress.

She smiles, soft and sad, and climbs into bed next to him. She's fully clothed, but that's not what matters now. What matters now is that she fold him into her arms, and kiss him, kiss him like he's oxygen, because she needs him just as dearly.

My Felix. I love you, my Felix.

It's warm yet a bit sharp. A bit like when he begged her to take him to the party - how it hurt but it was warm and nice and soothing with salve after.

He lets her, kisses her lips back, dizzy - almost unable to grasp that his Mistress is... in love (?) with him. Is it the same?

When she finally breaks the kiss, she still holds him tightly.

"I can't tell you how lucky I am. Bringing you to me is the best thing anyone has ever done for me."

He gives a brief smile, not caring that Master bought him and then shunted him off to her. He thinks he's the lucky one, but he's not going to tell her she's wrong.

He holds her a bit in return, almost to the point of snuggling against her.

She snuggles against him in return, using one hand to fondly brush her fingers along his arm. She feels better than she has in days, even though she still aches, still fears what dreams may come.

He drapes one arm around her, as though to say that he'd do anything to keep her safe.
And he will. Because he loves her - he thinks.

He has really nothing else that he can dedicate himself to, does he?

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