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Before this, you had nowhere to go. Nowhere but your own aching body, most likely injured, or your tussled thoughts. You may not even know where to go, your identity stripped from you in whatever hurricane of an action that lead you to be so down and out. But then, someone came along and offered you somewhere to stay. You can't turn that down, no matter how loathe you may be to deal with anyone or owe anyone something.

Or that's how it all begins. As you two stay close together and they nurse you back to full strength - despite your potential complaints - things between you change. You grow closer and more used to each other; then, slowly, what used to be thankfulness and generosity turns into love...or something like it. Affection. Deep adoration.

And somewhere along the line, that itself turns physical.

You're thanking them. You're trying to show them how much you care. You want them to love you more than anyone, because they gave you a chance and a home. You need to seal the deal and do more than just "play house" with them. No matter the case, they've opened their bed to you now, as well. This could be the first time, the last time, or the millionth time, but you'll gladly take their offer.

This is the companion meme to this one. Feel free to use some of the ideas over there.
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Calumn tried to nurse his wounds as the sky opened up and began to pour the rain down on and around him.

What was supposed to be an adventure into the big city turned into him being harassed and beaten up by a bunch with the lanky man only barely able to escape with his precious rucksack with his things in it.

Still, it left him bruised up, cut up, and trying to find shelter from the rain as he was very far from the hostel he had been staying in.

[She is going over the texts for the exam that would grant her the medical license she would need before going for a few years as a residence in America. It's a nice, quiet evening and she has a mug of tea on the table next to her with a half eaten sandwich when she hears something clatter outside her door. Ami gets up and peers through the peep hole before gasping and opening the door right away]

(OoC: I... hope this is okay!)

Ow... owowow...

[Marie groaned as she realized she was more than a little dazed and confused. Sore, lost, confused... and now there was another blue-haired girl having seen her in her state.]

Uh... ow... hi...

[She immediately helps the girl in]

Please come in. What happened? I'll make you some tea.

[She guides the other to the couch where she had been studying and makes sure she settles before going ot the kitchen to put on a kettle for water]

Got into a scuffle of sorts. I... didn't realize how over my head I was in.

[Marie got herself settled in on the couch, trying to get herself comfortable before looking up and smiling at Ami.]

...I'm Marie. Sorry for troubling you.

[She brings back the tea for the girl and gives a gentle smile]

Are they still after you? Should we call the police?

I'm fine now, I think. They seem to be like the ones who'd forget things after a day or two...

[She took the tea and gave it a sip, smiling in return.] It's good...

[Sami sits down and looks the girl over, trying to determine if it was a youma attack, they haven't had any in while.]

What about the hospital?

I'm just bruised, that's all. It could have been a lot worse, though.

[She isn't sure WHAT attacked her, but it was enough to shake her up and hurt her.]

I have friends there that could help heal up the bruises more quickly than if left on their own.

[She's got a look of concern on her face]

[Marie smiles at that concern.]

You don't have to if you don't want to, though... it would be nice.

[It had been during her killing spree that she ran into Bucky, who seemed to have had issues with his memory, and he had been hurt.

Tracy did not know why she took to him? He just seemed so down on his luck, but also so dangerous, she knew that if she just let him go? He might wind up doing things he would regret later, and she would regret of herself---regret because she ignored it, and let it all happen when she could have stopped it.

Maybe he tapped into her mind, the same part that Micah had tapped into. Those thoughts she had concerning helping people without anyone to help them. Tracy had been good at heart, but damaged by love, and Nathan. That murderous spree was because she was angry, sure---but, deep down inside, Tracy wanted to help save those kids that had nothing. And she wanted to use her connections to make sure that the help would happen...

...even if she didn't know that 100 percent at that very time though.

So, she went against her better judgment, and offered him a place to stay and heal. Tracy cleaned up his injuries, and said nothing of his arm. Then she fed him, and let him do what he pleased as she continued on her murder rampage.

Then the very people who tried to keep her stuck in an oven suddenly wanted help getting a hold of Rebel, Tracy thought it could be of good use. That is until Micah came to her with the information that he was the person they were looking for, because they wanted her to give him up to them? Micah had thought to try to change her mind, which he did. Finding out it had been her estranged nephew that they hunted, and would kill if she said the word? It changed her in that moment, changed her to a more noble mindset. Yeah, she could no longer turn her head, she helped him to escape. Then she got shot in the chest, and even if she was full on ice by the time it had happened, it hurt like a bitch.

Tracy had to slink back to her place through the sewer, and wound up in her bathroom on the floor--gasping, and hurt. Totally having forgotten that Bucky was now staying with her(even if it has been for a long while already), she was in pain and trying to get herself back together after that cold snap happened. ]

Oh god, that unexpectedly sucked. [She wheezed as she tried to pull herself back to standing. Her hair, and clothing were soaking wet, and icy cold.]

[The one taking someone in.]

_{[ =u=; how do you feel about AU OCs?]}

[I am totally open to those.]

_{[OUO Yay! Also I'm new to DWRP so please bear with me...]}

The sky was dark and getting darker by the minute. The rain had stopped, but there was still the uneasy lingering of far-off thunder and the dripping from rooftops and streetlamps. Cjezka had gone out before the storm, hoping to score some more of his own personal poison, heroin, but the dealer he'd gotten turned out to be nothing but a mugger. He'd beaten the boy, who was lighter-build, and taken his money, leaving him in the alleyway to whatever fate had in store for him.

Standing up was a task in and of itself, seeing as he was bruised and bloodied in several places. His hand looked broken, too...But despite that, he struggled to get upright, only making it so far before the sharp pain in his abdomen caused him to lean against the wall. His vision was a little blurry; he didn't think he could make it to anywhere safer tonight. But he didn't want to spend the night in the gutter...Not in this city.

"Damn it..." he hissed, sliding down the brick wall and pulling his knees up to his chest.

_{[ooc: I hope that's okay...]}

Being the heir to a big company led to a lot of travelling to both the other offices spread around as well as to the sibling companies. At times it was more fun then others, but Jeile kept up his polite face no matter what. This had been one of the less fun times. Why he had went out for a long walk in the middle of a storm. To clear his head. Funny enough it cleared about the same time as the rain did. Well as good as sign as any that he should turn back to the hotel.

Walking down the road Jeile snapped op a sound that didn't belonged to these empty streets. No being a complete fool he slowly approached the alley where the sound came from, ready to either run or fight if needed be. An umbrella wasn't the best kind of weapon, but it would do well enough in a pinch.

Looking around the corner into the alley, he forgot everything about being cautious as his eyes fell on someone that in no means looked to be feeling okay. Hurrying up to the boy, Jeile knelt own by his side, not carrying about that his pants got dirty.

"Hey, what happened?" There was no need to ask if the other was feeling okay because it was obvious he wasn't.

When he heard a sound coming from the street, Cjezka initially expected the worst, and while he was in no shape to run or fight back he mentally prepared himself for either event. To his surprise, though, it wasn't another thug coming down the alleyway. As a matter of fact, the individual seemed to be worried about him.

Cjezka tried to get a better look at the man's face, but the light wasn't at the right angle for him to see much...He might as well take a leap of faith and trust this guy.

"I got mugged..." he said regretfully. He leaned his head back against the brick wall behind him and sighed. "...I hate this city..." he murmured as if to himself.

"I see." Now he had two good reasons to call someone. However he had left his phone behind to not be disturbed while walking and he couldn't just leave the other here to call from the comfort of his hotel room. Well this more or less left him with only one option.

"Would you mind coming with me?" Jeile asked. "I could patch you up and call someone if you like." He did have a first aid kit with him just in case and he knew how to take care of lighter injuries without a problem. Actually with the right tools he could do a bit more complicated things for someone without a doctor education.

Cjez wasn't sure right away. But this guy did seem friendly. And besides, trusting him was probably the best option at that moment.

"...Only if you promise you'r not a thug, too. Heh. But then again, you don't really look like you could mug anybody," the boy stated, remarking on Jeile's slightly slender appearance. "Can you...help me up?"

Cjezka had no idea what he were capable of. Sure he looked slender, but that was because he was the type that didn't get visible muscles. They could be felt however and Jeile had a lot of them. After all he trained regularly. Both fencing and martial arts.

"I'm not going to mug you," Jeile promised, reaching out a hand to help the other up. "Beside even if I was a thug there would be no point in mugging someone that already been mugged." Not that he had the heart to do anything like that. Sure he could fight if needed be. Like if a thug would try to mug him, but without a good reason he preferred talking in front of violence.

The boy took Jeile's hand and was helped into a standing position, which still hurt but at least he had some support this time.

"I guess that's a pretty good point," Cjezka admitted, leaning on Jeile a little. "...You live 'round here? I mean, I 'preciate the help 'n' all, I just don't...wanna walk too far, ya know..." He gave him a nervous smile.

"It's not more then five minutes away," Jeile assured. Hopefully that wasn't too far to walk. And he could keep up a slow pace. Straining an already beat body would be the same as rubbing salt in a wound. "Think you can make it?"

That sounded doable. Cjezka nodded, "Think so..." They started walking slowly at first, but their pace quickened a little once Cjez got the hang of walking in his condition. As they went, he looked down at the ground, because he was both watching where he was going and thinking deeply about this situation.

How odd that someone would just come out of the woodwork and help him like this...He wondered if the man had ulterior motives. Well, he wasn't a stranger to doing certain things for favors. If that's what it came down to, then that's what it came down to.

As Jeile had said they did reach the hotel after five minutes. And it only took another half minute to lead Cjezka into his room and put him down to sit on the bed. That had to be so much better then the hard ground in an alley. "I hope this is better."

When he reached the bed, Cjezka utterly collapsed on it. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as much as he could with all the aching that his body was doing.
"Yeah..." he replied to Jeile rather quietly. "Thanks..."

"Do you need anything?" Jeile asked while digging up the first aid kit he had hidden away in his packing. Better safe then sorry and for this situation that stayed very true. At times it was good to worry a bit too much. "I can help with bandaging you."

The boy sighed. He wasn't sure what he needed. To be patched up, he supposed. And help would probably be necessary. "That'd prob'ly be nice," he said in response to Jeile. Most of his ailments were bruises, but there were still several scrapes and cuts that needed tending to as well. He didn't stay lying down for long, because he pushed himself up so that he could carefully start pulling his shirt off so that he could be cleaned up and bandaged.

Nothing looked too bad in Jeile's eyes at least. Something that eased the worry he had felt ever since finding the other. Opening the kit, he pulled out the things he would need.

"This might sting a bit," he warned before starting to clean up the cuts and scrapes.

Yeah, Cjez was prepared for that. He knew how this went. This wasn't the first time he'd been beaten up, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Still, he cringed as Jeile began cleaning the dirt and grime from the areas.
"Tch..." He tried to keep himself from whimpering at all, and he did a good job because he had a decent pain tolerance, but a couple little cries still escaped him.

Jeile worked as carefully as he could while still performing a good job. Being sloppy in a situation like this would only be troublesome later.

After a few minutes he had cleaned up all wounds and bandaged those that needed it. A hospital still sounded like a good thing to call, but he wouldn't without being given permission first.

Once he was all bandaged up, he was grateful that he could just lie down again and rest his weary bones.

"Thanks," he said, looking up to Jeile and smiling a bit. "I know ya didn't have to do this." Then he grinned. He was a little cheeky, despite his injuries, now that he wasn't in immediate danger.

Nothing wrong with being cheeky. Jeile took it as a sign of that his guest wasn't feeling too terrible. Small favors. It still must be quite the bad feeling of being mugged in the first place after all.

"Want something to drink?" he asked, knowing full well how important it was to keep hydrated.

Cjezka still hurt, there was no doubt about that, but because he was at least safe for the time being, he was feeling better. But when Jeile asked if he wanted water, the boy just waved his hand in a dismissive fashion. "I'm okay..." he said. He wasn't thinking about keeping hydrated at that moment. He was just thinking about passing out for the night.

Gabriel had helped her out of a tight spot; hidden her away from those who might seek to use her as a political bargaining chip. He asked for nothing in return, but he would not have blamed her if she had been wary of him after all that she had been through. Why should she believe he was any different than other men that she had known, let alone a messenger of the gods? Not that he made any such claim. He just did his best to help her get back on her feet, and help her search for whatever family might still be living; letting his actions speak for themselves.

Sansa had been wary of Gabriel at first. She'd learn quite the hard way that valor wasn't often a truth in the world. People rarely helped anyone unless there was something they stood to gain from it. Time marched onward and she started to trust him and then she started to like him.

Their living wasn't nearly as grand as she had been used to and she had learned quite a bit more how to take care of herself, how to contribute a bit. But she never really felt as if she had repaid him the kindness he had done for her. So, it was one night after serving soup, it was a bit bland, she didn't really know how to make use of herself in a kitchen still.

Her hands were hesitant, brushing over his shoulders as she stood behind him while he sat. "I still do not understand why you helped me."

Gabriel was always patient with her, sharing what knowledge he could with her so she might take care of herself if and when hehad to leave the house. He appreciated her valiant efforts in the kitchen, knowing that it had probably taken a great deal of humility, and courage for a young noblewoman to do manual labor. He could forgive her the bland soup. It was the fact that she tried that mattered.

He smiled softly at her, reaching up to touch her hand. She had grown so much in character since he'd known her, he couldn't help but admire. She was beautiful inside and out. "Because it is written that when we show kindness to a stranger, we are showing kindness to the Father himself. And because I would want someone to do the same for my own sister, or daughter, if I had one."

[It started off as simply helping on both parts, whether Mai was the one seeking aid or the one taking in a guest. She was a hard person to read but she wasn't without emotions or sympathy after all. And yet she was far too proud to take help until it was something desperately needed.

Either way, things were kept bottled up. Mai was practically an expert at that, stuffing down feelings into such tight layers that even she herself wasn't sure where they began or ended.

This evening would be the night it all came to a head though.]

"I think I'm healing up pretty nice," Gene said, working his muscles and testing his flexibility. He still had a few bandages on, but he was nearly rehabilitated. He was grateful that Mai had the generosity in her heart to help him out.

He doubted many people in this country, or just about any country on this world, would immediately come to help out some mystery man who fell from space in a strange, alien machine.

"Shouldn't be long until I can try fixin' up the ship."

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OMG I'm sorry about the delay!!

Not to worry. I will be slow until next week at least.

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Sansa Stark | asoiaf | F/M

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