Healing the Broken

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healing the broken meme a shipping meme The events of many canons have left its characters ravaged, unable to be the whole people they once were. They can never go back to the innocence they had before. However, they can find someone who can pull you back from the brink. Some say love can conquer all ills and cure all broken people - the jury is still out on that, but enough people subscribe to the notion that it may have some merit. With the right affection behind it, can it be the elixir to heal traumas or mend angst? For this meme, it can be. No matter what your what your problem is, from daddy issues to being mind controlled to hating all humans or being just a jerk, all you need is healing from the right person. All in all? This is a shameless meme playing with the idea of "cured by love." Love it or hate it, it's prevalent in fiction, both fan and published. And sometimes, no lie, you just want to play it and not be judge for the pure shlock you know it to be. Here is the place; now is the time. However, you don't have to go for unrealistic escapism. One partner trying to help the other through trauma is not an easy task, and there are bound to be setbacks, resistance, and hurt feelings. And what if BOTH partners are a little bit broken? Can they survive together, or will they bring each other down? how to play - Comment with your character and preferences. Feel free to talk about your character's problems. You might also want to mention if your character is the one who needs to be healed or can do the healing. Or perhaps you and your thread partner can play two roughed up characters learning to trust again! - Reply to others.

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[moriarty_was_real]

"A boat." Jim stretched out on the bedsheets, smudging them with the thin layer of aloe that had almost dried against his skin, and yawned.

"I'm used to planes. That would be boring."

[tigerjack]

"Alright. The Red Sea and Suez Canal it is." Another relaxing ride back. After all, what was the hurry?

Pushed himself up and headed to the shower. The water turned on and splattered and after a few minutes, Moran returned rinsed and clean once again. Damp, he fell back into bed to get his hands on Jim.

"Shall we laze here another day or head east in the morning?"

[moriarty_was_real]

"Ask me later," he mumbled. In the short time Jack was in the shower Jim had curled up in bed and begun to doze off yet again. Africa had left him profoundly exhausted for no good reason.

[tigerjack]

The air conditioning kicking on again, Jack pulled a sheet up over the top of them. Spooned behind James, the constant smear of aloe now normal. Having checked the doors and yes, even the windows, they were as secure as they could be without it being home. As he dozed off, Moran considered the exchange between a vast view and a shady central courtyard of a house.

[moriarty_was_real]

The next day Jim was very reluctant about getting out of bed. "I'm allergic to Sudan. Or maybe luxury hotels."

[tigerjack]

Or too much sun and fresh air. After feeding and watering him, Jack ventured out to see what kind of transport he could arrange to get to the coast.

There was a new daily train service from Khartoum to Port Sudan that was about a seven-hour ride. The local pride in the train led to descriptions of the shiny white metal and the blue and red interior and cushioned seats. This wasn't like the train they had taken earlier, no siree. No dust on their clothes this trip or putting a wet sheet or towel over the windows. Tickets were purchased for the next day along with first class seats so that Jim could stretch out or flop. Was warned that all seats were nearly sold out and to be early or others would be glad to buy their places. Thanking the man at the ticket office, Moran wandered back to the hotel via the market.

[moriarty_was_real]

Jim was poking listlessly at a single mobile, still in bed. "Find anything interesting out there?"

[tigerjack]

"Nile Street," which had some of the best examples of colonial architecture and the entrance of the Presidential Palace faced it, "Was blocked off." The street, you guessed it, ran along the Blue Nile River. "Market was busy. And," having toed off his boots, Jack flopped on his side of the bed, which was closest to the door, "I got us tickets on the next train out of here."

[moriarty_was_real]

Jim set his phone down on the bedstand and turned to flop over Jack, folding the bedspread and flat sheet on top of him in the process. He had started running a fever but hadn't realized it yet.

"When do we leave?"

[tigerjack]

"Check in at nine tomorrow morning. Train arrives when it arrives. Although it was a point of pride that this one is usually close to being on time." Considering their ride east, this was a vast improvement. Didn't mind being James' furniture. It was a point of pride that he didn't flop on anyone else. Hugged him. "Hey, you're a little warm. Too many blankets? Or would you like the AC bumped down?"

[moriarty_was_real]

"Not enough blankets. Maybe too many blankets." He sighed, closing his eyes and letting his limbs go heavy against Jack's body.

"Maybe I need a talented local masseuse who speaks only Sudanese Arabic. And needs to be told I'm not looking for a 'happy ending.' I should check the local spas."

[tigerjack]

"I can call room service and see who they use." Would supervise that.

There was a certain lack of direction that was starting to gnaw at him. When he could trick his mind into believing that they were going somewhere or had a goal - except they had one again. Train to the coast. Ship from there. Getting out his camera would help with that itch.

[moriarty_was_real]

"Good. You do that." Jim stayed flopped over on Jack and made no move towards his own mobile, thus making it impossible for either of them to the instruction he'd just given. Still, saying it seemed to make Jim feel slightly better. He smiled at Jack's shoulder.

[tigerjack]

Reviewed his options and decided. Rolling James to his back, puffs of air (raspberries) were given to his dried aloe flavoured skin. Started at his neck and moved to his chest and hit ticklish spots too. Was careful to position himself so that no sharp joints ended up in vulnerable locations.

[moriarty_was_real]

"Aaaahahah!" Jack was way too good with the tickling, and Jim was way less likely to punish him for it as he used to be.

"S-Stop!" The efforts to fend Jack off were always comical at best, but Jim's squirming and shoving were noticeably weaker than usual. And all of his skin was scorching hot to the touch of Jack's lips.

[tigerjack]

Had laughed and 'doubled' his efforts for a brief time. Tickling and raspberries ended with a kiss pressed to right above James' navel. "You are too hot, Love."

Would suggest seeing a doctor as listlessness combined with a good mood was not typical of the man. Lethargy in London was accompanied by a foul mood, one that was difficult to be faithfully present. Have of him wanted to descend into the gun pen if there was no job to be doing. The other half of him wanted to hold on tight and not let go. It was always a battle between the two. All of that said, a doctor was not an option. Did a nurse count?

[moriarty_was_real]

"I know, it's been a burden all my life." He reached out to try embracing Jack again, though all he could really accomplish at this angle was winding his wrists behind Jack's neck.

The small exertion of being a victim of a tickle attack had exhausted James to a panting limp pile of limbs. Maybe more sleep would help?

[tigerjack]

Cheek quirked into a grin. Jack kissed his way up James' sternum, counting every rib, carefully supporting his own weight.

"You are ill. What can we do about that?" In the days before the confrontation at the hospital, Jack would have slung the boss over his shoulder and drug him off to the clinic. These days, he knew that wasn't exactly possible.

[moriarty_was_real]

"Fluids and rest." Possibly starting with rest, even though James hadn't had anything to eat or drink since Jack left that morning. The kissing was nice, though.

"Isn't that always the answer?"

[tigerjack]

"Normally I would agree with you, except that is what we have done since climbing on a boat in Egypt." James should be floating in a river of juice and itching for something to do. "I am concerned."

[moriarty_was_real]

"I thought the masseuse was a viable plan." Actually, it wasn't. Trying to get someone to provide a spa treatment to someone who was clearly coming down with something wouldn't help anyone.

[tigerjack]

"No. You are hot to the touch. Anyone would know you are unwell."

Except that he was being held in return, Jack would have insisted on refilling Jim's tea glass now. Being this close, Moran could feel the heat radiating from him.

"Did you get your immunisations as a kid?" Could be a flu, but what hung on that long?

[moriarty_was_real]

"I had a lot of shots..." Jim's arms slowly lost what strength they had and flopped to his sides.

[tigerjack]

Weight shifting so that he could take the necessary required action. "Something to drink, a fever reducer, and then I want you to tell that Google dog your symptoms and see what it brings back." He meant 'search engine' but dog and fetch were good enough descriptors in Jack speak. A kiss to Jim's forehead and he got up to see what they had tucked away in the little fridge.

Juice. Something tropical, African mango or peach...could be one of those cherry berry orange things. All good in his opinion.

[moriarty_was_real]

"Too general. There are millions of conditions that cause 'flu-like symptoms.' Including space rabies. And the bite of a glacier snake." Maybe Jim was exaggerating about the illness possibilities, but not by much.