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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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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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As the ringing subsides, the words come through. It's probably anthropomorphic, but Cynric swears the question is somewhat afraid.

"...Jarvis." The cloth is knotted tight before his fingers move to catch the mechanical jaw just like his own. Maybe not a comforting gesture to an android, but it's all his impulse knows to do. "I'm going to take care of you. You trust that, don't you?"

It might take time. It might not be the same as the mechanical man had been before. It was the best he could offer.

"Yes." The response is automatic. Jarvis trusts Cynric with anything. The knot in his middle subsides. Had Cynric done something to fix it? That thought is comforting too.

He tries to keep still so Cynric can get to the off switch on his back.

[ Well - that's a loaded question, but Ghoul just keeps grinning. ] Alright. [ He says easily, relaxing. ] Better now that yer here. You?

Always.

[ Natalie slumps, scratching the back of her neck with her free hand. She jiggles her foot under her knee. A nervous habit. ]

It's harder, being away from home. It's funny, because all I wanted in the world was to get away from home, and now I'm anxious because I'm not there. [ She shakes her head, not wanting to linger on it for now. ] Lydia's your best friend?

Yeah -- yeah. Better. [ Because it sucks to talk about work, or the state of their lives. ] How'd you find this place?

The switch is easy enough to find. The hesitation isn't a product of searching--just a matter of feeling a very human clenching in his own gut.

Jarvis trusts him. Jarvis protected him. Jarvis is sparking and broken and has holes for eyes because he couldn't properly take care of the robot.

"You're going to be fine." He's talking to both of them, clearly. Reassuring himself at least half as much as the android. "I can fix this."

His hydraulic pressures were dropping like a rock. "Y-you...f-f-fix...." He's trying to say Cynric can fix anything. But moving even his jaw is becoming an issue.

When the switch is flipped, Jarvis goes silent and limp in the seat. The hydraulic fluid slowing to a gentle trickle.

Didn't.

[It's a reflexive answer, said around another yawn as she twists under the quilt (when did that get there?) and sprawls onto her back, arms and legs stretching out and then relaxing back onto the cushions. She hadn't meant to stay down here for the rest of the night, maybe just get sleepy enough to feel more comfortable in her room, but clearly that didn't work out and here she is—and so's Harry, it seems.

He's by the sofa when she blinks the sleep from her eyes and looks up, makes out the shadow and the untidy hair in the dark, and she can't help but smile with a lazy sort of ease.]

... hey. [Then her brows knit, just absent curiosity,] What're you doing down here?

The silence after the 'click' is like a knife in his own heart. The sudden lack of animation twists it tight. The duration of the ride is spent with his eyes shut tight, heels of his palms pressed hard against his own eyes.

He can fix this.

There's a slight commotion when they unload at David's house. Jarvis is bustled up to Julien's workshop; Cynric briefly dragged to the kitchen to be patched and cleaned by the diligent hands of the butler. It passes in a blur. So much more important, after all, is being allowed into the other inventor's rooms, being given free reign to take what he needs and start the long process of rebuilding.

Vital systems are shored up first. Critical wires are replaced. Bits of stray metal are taken out and tossed aside. A proto-eye is built on the fly, installed dirty to serve until something proper can be crafted for both holes. The cosmetics are neglected--bullet holes and scraped skin left untouched--while he tries, many long hours into the process, to reboot his mechanical double.

Time passes but Jarvis is not aware of it. He 'sleeps' quietly during all surgical procedures, no better than a broken doll for the moment. But with full trust that he will wake up again while he is in the care of Cynric.

Somehow the one eye is not a visible improvement. But at least he is coming back together slowly but surely.

[ it's an accident. that's what jim is furious about, it's just an accident. all the stunts he's pulled, all the dangerous things he's flung himself into, and what finally knocks him on his ass is just a silly accident. he brushes two fingers against a plant in the high chancellor's chambers and it spits acid into his face. who knew? ( sulu knew, but sulu was touring the weapons hall, not that it's stopping him from radiating guilt every time jim enters a room. )

he's blind. that's what this is. no one's saying it, but they're all thinking it. jim's blind, and bones is working for a miracle but eventually they need to notify starfleet. spock can't be acting captain forever, and jim will have to--

just thinking it turns his stomach.

the crew rallies around him. there's murmurs from every angle that they won't give him up, that they'll find a way to heal him if they have to take on an army of klingon for it. jim loves his crew, he really does.

but that doesn't keep him from thinking about the inevitable moment when they have to file the report. nevermind that he's blind, but that hasn't quite processed yet. it's something looming in the back of his head, the inevitablity of it that make him feeling like he's being crushed. but for the moment he can trade keenser a bottle of contraband whiskey and get him to walk jim up to the bridge so he can sit in his goddamn chair and listen to the hum of his ship and try not to think that he's never going to see the stars again.

what a way to go out. ]

[Joan drives to the emergency entrance and flags down the guard, who fetches a couple nurses to help Joan get Sherlock out of the car. They bring him inside right away, and have Joan wait outside as the doctors work on him.]

It's exhausting work. It's not getting easier as he continues to push himself hour after hour. But it needs to be done. He can't be pulled away from the labour.

He's physically shaking as he hits the on-switch again, slumps back slightly.

"Jarvis. Can you hear me?"

[ it's always an unspoken risk, that these extreme situations they're thrust into by accident will lead to someone injured or dying. they've lost a few in these circumstance but more in the bigger battles, so it's easier for the optimism to cloud their judgement. they go on with what they're doing and believe in that fiery determination of their captain and calculated confidence of his first officer. it works, usually.

uhura was on the bridge running communications when the message came in from sulu. she did what she could, even helped relaying information directly to mccoy to make sure things were properly coordinated. she knows how 'bones' gets about jim especially when his recklessness actually does get him hurt.

running communications is a privilege with a code; every single message on the ship slips past her eyes and ears at any given point in time. she normally doesn't pay attention to the inter-ship background noise, but lately it's all abuzz with the same worries she and the rest of the senior officers have. they're worried about what will happen to the enterprise, not for their own sakes. they love their captain first and foremost. they don't want to serve on it without him.

it's well into gamma shift when keenser and kirk come onto the bridge. the crew on post is minimal, lights dimmer than during alpha and beta. they may not be on earth but the chronometer certainly shifts the ship into a lul, particularly when most of the senior officers are asleep themselves. it makes sense for kirk to try and come up there now. ]

Captain. [ uhura removes her comm earpiece and walks over to the lift door, taking kirk's hand from keenser. she shoots him a scolding look that makes the engineer shrug unapologetically and slink off of the bridge, though not before pointing to the chair. ] Here, I can help. Just watch the step down.

[ the way to the chair isn't far, but leading him there is more difficult than she thought it would be. she wants to berate him, to call him jim and tell him to go back to his quarters and rest, but she'll wait until the couple of crewmembers on the bridge aren't glancing over to them. ]

There's no response.

At first.

The faint blue glow shows through a few skin tears near his middle. Electrical activity starting up in his brain once again. And now he had one ocular unit functioning. Sort of. It's a grainy image.

Jarvis doesn't attempt to move. His voice starts rough before smoothing out to his normal tones. "I...I can hear." Was he alright? He wasn't entirely certain, his diagnostics were still hooked up to life support, as it were. A few extra tubes attached into him.

Jack quickly raised a hand, waving off any offence at impropriety. At this hour and after all they'd been through in the last few days he was no longer eager to make life harder for David. In spite of being a seasoned soldier, David was taking the unexpected turn of their last mission hard.

"You needn't justify yourself to me." For once. "The longer you're here, the more you'll realise everything is glossed. This country was built on the dead of decades of war. The people are happy to forget that and the king is happy to let them." Which was to say for all Silas' noble intentions, his deeds weren't always so forthright.

"After all you've done, you deserve it." Jack wasn't about to call security and have the man hauled out. "By day's end tomorrow, all this will be gone. The fewer people who know the truth, the better." Those blue eyes looked off, wandering for a moment through the secret places of the prince's own mind before they focused again. "Everything is secrets and scheming in this place, David."

He can't breathe until the slight tinge of blue begins flickering to life again. It's still so imperfect. There's still so much work to be done. But at least there's the little flick of survival. At least this first piece of his mechanical friend is coming back to him.

Cynric's own voice is rough around the edges, albeit from sheer exhaustion and much less from his comparatively minor injuries. "And... can you see? Are-- your processors running properly?"

The eyes move slowly at first, Jarvis having to acclimate to the quickly constructed units. They focus slowly as well. "It is blurry."

He didn't feel quite right either. Probably because he nearly suffered a catastrophic shutdown of all systems. His systems felt sluggish as he runs an internal diagnostic. Everything was stable for now. "Is it morning?" His memory flickered slightly, back to his previous reboot.

"You can do a lot of things," she agrees. "But you can't do everything. Can't ward off Wonderland when it comes calling."

Her hands start to shake harder at the thought, her lips trembling. She's not about to cry, but she can feel something building in her chest. The need to scream maybe? Or something else. She's never sure in times like these.

"After all I've done?" David looks back over his shoulder, to where he's played his own part in hiding the truth. As if there's some shame in wanting to know what role he'd really been sent on that Gath mission to take. It's an excuse to avoid the prince's eyes, for a moment.

"Nothing that any other trained soldier wouldn't have. That you wouldn't."

He leans back against the desk, palms gripping its edges. "Is the truth really such a bad thing? If the people knew the truth of what we did, do you think they'd judge your father's regime for allowing something to undermine it, or praise him for cutting that influence out? He'd look human." And David knows that's the problem. That Shiloh's monarchy are supposed to be better than men. He shakes his head, like that dismisses the thought.

"I kept trying to stop thinking about it, but I realised I had to know who he was before I could lay him to rest."

[As Allison listens, she unwinds her pony tail holder from her hair, letting her dark brown hair tumble over her shoulders before she starts to pull it back up again.] I can understand that. I feel guilty, all the time, leaving my dad. He really only had me by the end of high school...

[She sighed heavily. Her father was doing well, starting to date again, which was... odd. But she enjoyed seeing him happy.]

Yeah, she is. She's off at MIT.

Blurry they can work with. Blurry isn't the end of the world. Blurry gets a tired laugh as, for the first time in hours, Cynric allows himself to drop down onto the nearest bench.

"...I've honestly... got no idea, dearheart."

But it didn't matter what time it was. The systems were damaged. The body would have to be almost entirely reconstructed from the damage it had sustained. But the program--the possibly alive essence of his mechanical man--was still functioning.

"You scared me, you know."

Jarvis slow blinks once to test if his eyelids are still working. So far, so good, but he's still reluctant to move. "I apologize for that, sir." Now that sounded a bit more normal. He slowly flexes a few fingers before lifting his arm to where he can see the tubes running out of it, stabilizing his hydraulics. He looks to Cynric, it's now sinking in how worn his creator looks. "Are you injured too, sir?"

Phew. Good for her.

[ Natalie's a shoo-in for graduating Magna Cum Laude, but there's always a price. She can't imagine the stress Lydia went through to get into MIT. Watching Allison, she can't help but feel jealous. She never had a best friend. A best girl friend. ]

But, yeah, uh - me too. I mean, my dad and I only became close a bit before I left for college.

[ he's not supposed to be here. he's supposed to be in his room, out of sight like that will make anything easier. he's supposed to be acclimating but jim doesn't want to acclimate. he wants his sight back. he's willing to dig in his heels and fight to death on this, not that he's sure what he'd be fighting against.

admittedly, the first thought that comes to mind when he hears uhura's voice is, oh shit, it's the cops. he wasn't counting on senior officers to be awake. it's early, it's quiet, and he'd assumed he'd scare whatever crew was left on gamma enough to give him a few hours before bones cottoned on and came up to drag him off the bridge. he wishes he knew what his face was doing. it feels like too much shows now, like he can't carry off a poker face if he can't see how people are reacting to him. ]

I remember the step, Lieutenant.

[ not exactly where it is though, which is why his fingers lace through hers, hold on tightly as she guides him. there's a knot of humiliation in his stomach that he disregards once he's seated, running his hands down the familiar surface of the armrests. ]

Give me at least an hour before you call medical. [ he doesn't have the authority to give orders, can't even tell if she's still paying attention, but still. ] I spent a lot of time organizing my jailbreak, I'd be disappointed if it got cut short.

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hurt / comfort

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aaaahhh I LOVE THIS THREAD SO MUCH

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I LOVE THEM BUT WHY DO THEY BREAK MY HEART THIS WAY. o999

because they are BRILLIANT together /sobs

4!

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They are but WHY. HOW. WHO ALLOWED IT TO HAPPEN.

ouch

/hugs

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/all the hugs

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whoops