Hurt/Comfort Meme

[awanderingbard]

Because we all love torturing our characters, right?

Leave me a comment with a fandom, characters or pairing (platonic or un), and number from the list below. I will write you a short fic, excerpt of fic or description of fic.

The prompts are a bit vague, so feel free to be more specific about what sort of horridness has occurred, or severity of horridness, or which character you prefer the horridness to have happened to, or any other thing you want to add. I usually shy away from angst as much as possible, but, due to the nature of some of the prompts, there may be angst there. I will do my best to end on a happy, or at least hopeful, note.

All fandoms I've written for before are open. Feel free to request OCs or crossovers if you wish.

1. Injury
2. Illness
3. Grief
4. Loss of Sense (sight, hearing, etc.)
5. Sleep disturbance
6. Guilt
7. Exhaustion

Comments

[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

Eeek! I've never written Ray V before, and it's been awhile since I saw his episodes. Hope this is okay!

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"Frannie, Fraser does not want you in here while he's getting ready for bed," Ray said. "Get lost." He shut the door in her face, and then opened it briefly again to add: "and tell Ma to stop feeding him!" He turned and shrugged to Fraser. "Sorry. They care. It's a curse."

"They've been very kind," Fraser said, politely. "Though, I really would be fine at home, Ray."

"You can barely walk, you aren't going to get up the eighty flights of stairs your apartment," Ray pointed out. "I barely made it when I went for your stuff, and I didn't fall out a window this morning."

"I could have very easily camped in the lobby," Fraser said.

"There is no lobby. There is an area temporarily cleared of junkies and thieves near the door," Ray said. "They smell blood, no telling what they'd do. You're better off here. You need help getting to bed?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Fraser said.

Dief, who was already curled up at the foot of the bed, made a skeptical noise.

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Fraser told him. "If you hadn't been distracted by that turkey, you could have apprehended the kidnapper yourself, and I wouldn't have been hurt. Think about that, hmm?"

Dief put his chin on his paws and looked unconcerned.

Ray could see Fraser was having trouble with his buttons, and sighed before going over to help him. The guy had a bunch of cracked ribs, a broken thumb, a sprained wrist and dozen cuts and bruises. It was painful to watch him move.

"One day, we're going to have a good long talk about doors and how useful they can be for exiting buildings," Ray said, as he helped Fraser out of his shirt. He grabbed the red longjohns Fraser has asked him to get from his apartment. "I cannot believe you sleep in this thing."

"It's very warm," Fraser said. He winced as he reached for his belt, but managed it on his own.

"You're in America now, we have central heating," Ray said.

Fraser got down to his boxer shorts, and reached for the longjohns. He made a sharp cry of pain. Ray winced in sympathy. "Perhaps it may be time for a change in attire," Fraser said.

"Smart move," Ray said.

He followed Fraser as he robot-walked his way over to the bed, ready to catch him if he fell. He was making weird Mountie noises--deep breaths, little clicks and a long hum.

"You know, they gave you painkillers," Ray said. "You could just take one."

"The Inuit survived for centuries without modern medicine," Fraser said. "I stayed with a woman once who taught me how to meditate through pain." He repeated the breathe-click-hum routine.

"Yeah, that's great," Ray said. "But I bet she would take the Tylenol-3s if they were offered."

Fraser got into bed. He took his hat off, and put it carefully on the nightstand. Ray helped him get the covers over himself. There was something about a Mountie without a hat that made him look very vulnerable.

"You've got water, painkillers, and a phone," Ray told him. "Call my cell if you need anything, I'll have it with me upstairs. Or just shout, Frannie's probably camping outside your door."

"Thank you very kindly, Ray," Fraser said, sleepily. "For all your help."

"No problem, Benny," Ray said.

Fraser drifted off almost immediately. Ray flicked the bedside lamp off, and headed for the door.

"Hey, watch him, okay?" he said to Dief.

The wolf stood up, turned in several circles, and then lay back down, his chin on Fraser's feet. Ray smiled.

"Good boy."

ETA: Ack! Sorry for the HTML fail!

[aelfgyfu_mead]

I love it! The voices are just right! "eighty flights of stairs," "doors"; "The Inuit survived for centuries. . . ."

And of course Fran would be trying to get in there.

Thank you!

[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

Oh, good! I'm glad it worked. My due South is a bit rusty. :-)