bakerstreet | Some h/c makes the world go round...

A helping hand is all I need
a gen hurt&comfort meme

▸ when posting, say if you'd prefer your partner to be be the one who's hurt, the one who comforts, or if you're good with both roles. Add any details that seem useful re: how good are they at this? ◂
▸ state if you're fine with crosscanon, assumed CR, au... ◂
▸ ... and also state any other preferences ◂
▸ when responding, rng for relationship, setting, type of hurt and when it happened... or not. It's up to you! ◂
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Relationship

1. Strangers.
2. Friends.
3. Colleagues.
4. Enemies.
5. Family.
6. Wildcard

Setting

1. An everyday street or park in a city.
2. A disaster zone.
3. A social event.
4. The middle of nowhere, far away from all civilization.
5. At home.
6. Wildcard

Type of hurt

1. Minor physical injury.
2. Betrayal, rejection, or another emotional hurt.
3. Mental trauma.
4. Major physical injury.
5. Grief.
6. Wildcard

When?

1. The cause of the hurt is still ongoing as the scene starts.
2. The hurt just occurred.
3. It's an old wound, but something tore it open once again.
4. It's been festering for hours, or days, or years...
5. Wildcard

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Sounds great. [Not.

She'd prefer someone who actually knows this thing. But he at least seems to have a good sense of which direction he wants to take this into right now, so she'll leave him to it for a moment and instead familiarize herself with the controls, while he hopefully manages to override the authorization process.

If not, she'll have to jump in. It's part of what she does.]

Can I assume you know how to fly this thing, or is that one spot of good luck too much for today? [ He's chattiest when completely in his element, and when completely out of it - and he's feeling more of the latter right now. The activation field is essentially a password waiting to be guessed; getting into it is a matter of knowing the quickest way to either trick it, or strongarm it.

Turns out, even while shaking a little from adrenaline, Q can still hack into unfamiliar equipment. Thank god, or he'd think he was losing his touch. ] Christ. There, that ought to do it.

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Of course I know how to fly this.

I know how to fly anything. [That's a lie. But anything with some technology in it should be easy enough to figure out, really, and even things with no technology in them should work fine. As long as she doesn't have to fix mechanical parts.

And then he gets through.]

Thanks!

[And with that, they take off. ...not before she has double checked that all doors are locked securely. Can't have him run and jump out of the flying vehicle.]

Well. The confidence is reassuring. [ It's only half-sarcastic, and said through a small smile. A smile that grows tight and then fades completely into a tense line as she does, indeed, make good on that promise of being able to fly this thing.

Right. Flying. They're going to be flying. Which is fine, because they need to leave the fire-filled place they're currently evacuating. And it's fine because she also just said she knows how to fly it, and clearly isn't all bluff, since it's taken off, which Q can see by looking out the small, airlocked window to his right, and—

And he's already forgetting to breathe. His next intake of air is obvious just from the sheer volume and he's immediately unhappy about being conspicuous. If he wasn't so paranoid about being present in case something goes wrong, he'd probably mumble some sort of excuse about checking on supplies and slink into the tiny back room on this thing.

Instead, he's sitting at his half of the controls, stomach climbing up his throat, running through every possible disaster scenario he can think of. (And he's sure he's missing some, since he's only vaguely familiar with this type of aircraft.) ]

Do try to keep us in the air, now. [ Even he can tell he sounds breathless. Damn. ]

Oh normally I try to crash the ship immediately after take-off. [Her voice is sarcastic. Are you questioning her ability to fly this ship, Mr Afraid-of-Heights?] Though sometimes I wait a little bit and do it later, to keep the suspense high.

[She's tempted to let the plane drop suddenly at her last word, but no. They're actually still trying to get out of this crashing construct, she should focus on dodging falling debris, not be snarky. She can do that later.]

[ Q likes banter. He's fairly certain it's his preferred coping mechanism and personality trait. Right now, however, he's running the numbers in his head about just how very dead they'll both be if this craft crashes. ] I'll— be putting in a request that you hold off on the crash til after I get off, if— if possible.

[ He's absolutely not going to make a scene. He's just going to sit here and let this woman that he's just met do her job, because clearly she's confident in her ability. And Q would very much like if that were the end of it right there, but he can feel his chest getting tight and the way his thoughts keep cycling the same ideas like they're intent on wearing holes in the floor.

He swallows and it does nothing except remind him how dry his throat is. Even asking a sarcastic 'are we there yet?' is, for the moment, beyond him.

He passes a hand over his forehead and pretends he can't tell it's shaking. Maybe if he just stares at the console in front of himself, he can convince himself they're not moving. ]

[Now his nervouseness starts putting her on edge, not because she's nervous about the situation but because the state of mind is contagious.

Better try and distract him.]

All right. I can do the flying, but right now that's all I can do, there's a lot to keep in mind and dodge and- [she falls quiet for a minute as she carries them safely around some pieces of floating exploding debris and unstable dimensional turbulences]

...anyway, see if you can find maps so you can navigate us to a safe landing spot a good distance away.

Some h/c makes the world go round...

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obvs zero pressure to reply, but i'm back !

well, I guess I'll just echo what you said last month |D

it's that kind of year tbh

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