Once"How's the leg?" Ratchet asked Arcee after helping her to settle down on the recharge berth.Once by ~nightchildmoonchild
The pink femme shrugged. "It aches, but it's not that bad. It's kind of strange that I didn't feel a thing while we were on Earth."
"That's because we had to fight, and your adrenaline kicked in to null the pain. Those 'medics' must have had their processors up their exhaust ports when they decided to keep you bedridden for that long! Since you were barely given any time to walk, it is still very weak," Ratchet ranted.
Arcee let out a sigh, and held out a servo to stop another outburst. "Ratchet, you don't need to strain yourself over this. We can't go back and change what happened."
He folded his arms. Glaring at the wall behind her, he growled, "I should have the whole sorry bunch of them decommissioned. They told me you were doing fine! They even let you walk with me whenever I saw you!"
She shook her processor. "You can't do that without proof."
He let out a sigh, dropping his arms. "Sorry.
Ill"We are in the heart of the storm." Nathan had found himself muttering that under his breath for the past seven months. It had struck like a thief in the night. Everything was normal as could be. He was starting a new job as a surgeon at a hospital, promising Marni that he wouldn't become too overworked. Suddenly, it had all fallen apart. People's corpses were now the sidewalk's main litter, and organs were flying off of the shelves into new bodies, most of which were too exhausted to keep on existing, even with them. Ah, the glorious year of 2030.Ill by ~nightchildmoonchild
Though Wallace was still young, he was beginning to display age. Wrinkles from stress framed his face, his skin was pale, and his sideburns were beginning to fade to gray. There seemed to be no end in sight to this madness. Day in and day out, he slaved over the operating table, while every night he felt a hole tear deeper into his heart from the guilt of losing a fellow human being. He practically lived on coffee. How ironic that the doctor
One ColorMarni told him that she fawned over sunsets. No matter what she was doing, she would pause to the watch the glowing ball sink gently behind the horizon. Her sheepish excuse would always be that the tantalizing rays had magically spirited her away. Nathan had learned that the hard way on their first "date."One Color by ~nightchildmoonchild
They'd chosen a quiet spot on their campus's quad, its lush green grass and soft flowers undisturbed by the tent poles of novelty surgical stations that would spring up like menacing weeds a mere decade after the two's graduation. Classes had been dismissed for the day, and Marni had found herself in need of a tutor. Mag wasn't taking the same course, and to add insult to injury, the first semester of her freshman year had just begun, leaving her behind the eight ball for a trusted associate to be her mentor. Luckily for her, her professor had suggested a kindly sophomore, Nathan Wallace, as a reliable choice.
She tore away from her love affair with the sunset, and cocked he
IgniteLoki didn't know what was more humiliating, the fact that he of all gods was wounded, or the knowledge that he had to hide said wound, as it was his own fault. As a trickster, he was accustomed to hiding. Today he'd gotten a little too cocky about it. That was something his brother would have been more likely to do. The comparison to him stung even worse than the arrowhead that was sticking out of his shoulder.Ignite by ~nightchildmoonchild
What had poor Loki learned? It wasn't the brightest idea to disguise himself as a deer, and dare to outrun Thor's arrows. The god of thunder's friends had been unable to score a hit on his hide, which had added to his confidence. Thor, however, had been a different story. The only way he'd managed to stop his brother from catching and gutting him to lope behind a tree, transform into a fox, and painfully dart down a bluff. He'd then returned to his god form, taking care to leave the fox's pelt behind. Loki had managed to yank the shaft out, and hide the head under his cloak when
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