bakerstreet | hurt/comfort meme

Hurt/Comfort - 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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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

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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[It's safe to say that thought Elliot isn't panicking at the moment, that very soon she will be. Something tells her that his contraption should not be making such a noise let alone be smoking.

Blue eyes widen slightly as she feels the Janitor pick her up.

He was hauling ass and decided it was just best to carry her along with him.]

[Despite the earlier complaints about shoes, Donna is an excellent runner, honed by days/months/years (who knows, Time is screwy) of traveling. As the group tears away, she even finds breath to shout -]

If we die horribly I'm blaming them both!

[Thankfully, Elliot is being carried this time around and all she can really do is give a shrug in response.

She'd not about to try and shout back, knowing her voice would be so wobbly it'd just sound weird.]

[The whole hallway gleams blue now. Doctor's taken the lead, turning a corner and vaulting over the nurse's station. He grabs Donna and pulls her under the counter. There's enough room for the other two to fit, but they'd better hurry!]

[And Elliot is being thrown. Why is she being thrown? She doesn't have time to ask such a question as she's soon clearing the nurses station and comes to land on the other side. With a couple choice words she quickly crawls under to join the Doctor and Donna.]

[The Janitor scrambles in last. It makes for a very... cozy fit. Elbows and knees are jammed everywhere!

The noise and light build. Donna buries her face in the Doctor's shoulder and covers her ears.]

[Whose elbow is in her face? It doesn't matter cause as the noise builds behind them, Elliot is having to cover her own ears.

Her body moving to close in on itself a bit more for protection.]

[Everything builds into a flash that Donna can see even with her eyes screwed shut. Then quiet...

Cautiously, Donna cracks open an eye. The Doctor is beaming.]

What - Was that supposed to happen?!

[She looks over to Elliot and the Janitor, to see if the former is okay and if the later is smiling like the Doctor. Did they actually just PLAN a giant explosion?!]

[Elliot doesn't even dare look, even after she's sure it's safe to do so. Instead she keeps herself curled up as if expecting the nurses station to come crumbling down around them.]

Are we dead?

[It comes out softly as she slowly opens her eyes.]

[Donna pats her shoulder reassuringly.]

Not this time.

[The Doctor begins jabbering, half his words sounding completely made-up. Donna lets him go on for a minute then claps a hand over his mouth.]

What Skinny means is they just created some sorta rip to suck all the whatchamacallits back to their dimension. I think.

[Elliot uncurls further once she gets the reassuring pat to the shoulder. Moving slightly she crawls out a bit from under the cramped nurses station.

A slender brow perking as blue eyes gaze almost absently at the Doctor while he starts to yammer.]

Only one way to find out.

[Moving slowly, Elliot stands and peers back from the way they all came.]

[Donna, The Doctor, and the Janitor all pop their heads over the counter too. It looks very much like a family of moles.

The machine is in pieces, a long scorched trail extending halfway down the hallway. There's a strong smell of singed fur, and the creatures... are nowhere to be seen.

Donna sighs in relief, then gets pulled into a hug. There's hugging all around, not quite clear who's hugging who!]

[Needless to say, a sigh of relief passes quickly through her lips though her nose turns up at the smell of singed fur.

Elliot smiles before tilting her head down to congratulate the pair but, she's pulled into a hug.

So much hugging!]

[Donna even hugs the Janitor, who looks shocked. Then she turns to Elliot.]

Feeling better?

[The Doctor's scanning with his screwdriver again, then grins and nods. All clear!]

Yeah, I think it's safe to say I am.

[And she's still a bit shocked as to how it all happened. Suddenly, she turns and wraps her arms around Donna in a hug.

She's a bit late on the celebration.]

[Better late then never! Donna returns the embrace, laughing.]

Nothing cheers you up like a little exercise, right?

[Though they have definitely had quite ENOUGH exercise for one day!]

And you know, not being dead.

[Elliot chuckles softly while turning her focus back the way they had all came from.]

Oh well yes, that's a definite bonus!

[There's a thorough survey of the building. It takes a little while, but the all-clear is finally given. Not an extra hair or tooth to be found! (Well, not counting JD's hair. THAT is an entity all it's own!)

As the staff begins to get things back in order, Donna spots Elliot again.]

What are you going to do now?

[She'd been quick once the all-clear was finally given to head down to find JD and the others.

Elliot was in the middle of telling them what had finally happened to the creatures, when Donna spotted her again.]

Finish my shift and then head home.

Good on you! Don't let that Cox arse get to you either!

[The man in question narrows his eyes and keeps a WIDE berth from Donna.

The Doctor's waving from a nearby corridor. Weird thing about that hallway, though - it doesn't lead outside.]

Well, it was nice huddling with you Elliot. Hope I see you around, yeah?

((OOC: Good place to leave them?))

Don't make him angry, he wouldn't like him when he's angry.

[Elliot whispers softly to Donna before laughing.]

Yes, we should huddle together more often.

((ooc: Sounds good. We must do something with these two again sometime.))

[Donna snorts a laugh, gives Elliot one more hug, then heads after the Doctor.

Elliot might notice some flashing lights and a strange sort of whooshing noise. Or not. It's a pretty busy day!

The Janitor definitely notices.

In any case, the aliens, Donna, and The Doctor are gone.]

((OOC: Yes yes! This was fun!))

hurt/comfort meme

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Indeed. Feel free to hit Elliot up anytime