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[CLOSED] Doctor doctor please, don't you know I just can't last

Date & Time: 26th, late in the evening
Location: Adam's party place
Characters: Adam Jensen, Samus Aran, SPECIAL GUEST DEATHWING
Summary: Adam had a nasty run in with ~~damn dirty dargons I mean~~ Prestor. Samus plays ~~damn dirty doctor... no wait~~ doctor.
Warnings: Fleshy bits and metal bits sticking out of them.

[Something broke.

His words seemed to echo in her head the moment she let herself in and saw Adam lying in his bed battered and bloodied, with a metal bar sticking up out of his chest in a way that was unnatural even for his already unnatural physique.

When she received his message and request for repairs, Samus was on patrol (something between patrol and the usual late-night rooftop brooding sessions). She really deliberated if this was worth her time; if this was another ploy of his, or some game he liked playing with her (not that she didn't sort of reciprocate in kind) but if it was she'd... well...

Samus would say she'd make it his last, but she wasn't sure that was right answer. Adam could be insufferable sometimes but he also had his merits. Even likeable ones. Concern and worry were beginning to override natural paranoia, so Samus bid her rooftop sanctuary a goodnight, slipped back inside her room to get some extra tools (expecting they'll see fair use) and slipped out as quietly as she came, hopefully all without disturbing Maya. Samus made haste for Adam's apartment, crunching old dirty snow under boot and taking what felt like a well-worn, familiar path by now.

It was late, it was dark, it was cold, and hopefully this wouldn't be a long night. Samus could at least take comfort in knowing there was a soft bed waiting for her at one place or the other, whether it was shared by another warm body or not.

...but not like this.]

Shit.

[Immediately, her brows furrow and she strides to the bedside, kneeling and cupping an uninjured part of his face--and even that assessment she wasn't sure of at first glance as she felt warm liquid at her finger tips. Her face may not show it, but there's obvious concern in her voice.]

What the hell happened, Adam?

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Not that I remember.

[ ... he almost immediately curses at himself after giving that reply, because wouldn't it have been easier just to say yeah, I was? But then he'd have to make up some dumbass story on the spot and he's pretty sure that wouldn't fly with her.

What to do, Adam? Fill her in on the details and potentially endanger her, or let her keep interrogating you? Because it sure feels like that's what she's about to do right now. Anyway... ]

Well I can't move my arms as freely, they get stuck like this. [ Rolls his shoulder, or attempts to, but he just can't move it very much, like there's an obstacle in the way. ] And I've noticed that my strength isn't the same as before. I wouldn't be able to punch a hole through anything right now. Or redecorate.

[ Because clearly that's what's important right now. ]

Everything else is... not worth mentioning, really. [ Pause. Think. He relents, looking at her, because he definitely owes her some explanations, and he can't close himself off right now again. ] Listen, about what happened. There's this guy, a transport, Daval Prestor. Seen him around the network?

[ Uh oh. ]

[ The reprisal that comes is near instantaneous, swift and painful, like a dagger being driven into his brain.

I warned you, Adam.

The pain now coiling around his throat is invisible but no less searing for it, an unseen force constricting his lungs, blades in his eyes and fire on his skin. The hideous imagery of that beast pictured only in quick flashes appears again in his mind, a vile, villainous voice in in his head that none will hear but him.

Fix it. Lie to her. I don't care what.

But another word against me, and she's next.

And I can guarantee you, I will delight in tearing her limb from limb. ]

[Prestor. The name rings an immediate bell. Of course she had taken note of his addresses to the network; his boasting of great power, and curiosity to hear the accomplishments of others. Samus had found herself drawn to these posts, simply staring at them before deciding she had nothing to say to his gall and arrogance--nothing she'd want this man to hear that she couldn't say in person.

And probably would, now, if he had anything to do with Adam's current condition. Still, she didn't want to jump to any conclusions when she could drill Adam for more info. No mere man made these marks...]

What about him?

[There's a hint of a snarl as she idly recalls the last conversation she saw on the network between Adam and Prestor/Prestor's apparent views on women. Probably not the best mindset to be in as she starts to work on Adam, deciding the most glaring and immediate issue should be settled first--that big bar had to go back where it belonged, the strength and mobility in his arm had to be returned. Her fingers deftly tug and pull, trying to twist it back in its place. She does well to keep her poker face up as flesh makes appalling squishing sounds as it resists.]

[ And it's perfect, really, convenient because the moment she starts to work on his chest, a grating, booming voice invades his mind, and Adam's hands immediately fly up to his throat, his face, being overwhelmed and almost crushed by the sudden pain.

Oh, god.

He grunts and yelps, trying to stifle his own choking noises. Would this monster never leave him alone? Watch everything he did and said, at every given time?

No--leave her.

Another mistake. No matter what he does, guided by his conscience, it always turns out to be a bad choice. ]

Someone-- there was--

[ Think. Not exactly easy when pressured from all sides and the same went for the pain currently being inflicted on him, one deliberately, the other not so much, but it was unavoidable.

He knows that whatever he strings together now will not sound very believable, and so he does something he's never done on her for personal reasons, activates the CASIE, but does not read the personality scan, in fact, doesn't even wait until it's loaded. All he needs is her type, and sure enough she's an Alpha, heh, just what he thought.

I'm sorry.

Enjoy those pheromones, Sam. ]

A fight. We went out for a drink, and some drunk asshole must have attacked us for looking at him the wrong way, though I don't even know if it was even human to begin with. I don't remember it clearly, I had a little too muchhhh... hngh, are you-- done yet?

[His reaction seems almost like an overreaction--her hands release him briefly, something in the pit of her stomach twists as he writhes in pain, but she knows being tentative will only prolong it. It's not long at all before her hands are back, one with pliers and the other working the bar, twisting and trying to set it back into place against his raw, tender skin. Then she'll just need to mend it and the precious connections running through it... hopefully his own body's self repair can take care of the details.]

A fight?

[Given Adam's personality she honestly wouldn't put a story like that past him, but she's a sharp woman, not one who enjoyed being fooled--a fact he knew well already. He'd done it once and she didn't intend to let it happen again. He seemed to struggle with stringing his sentences, though the pain she was unfortunately inflicting might have been hindering that. She knew Adam's bizarre alcohol tolerance, and there was a distinct lack of booze on his breath. Maybe the faintest hint of a sweet wine, but it was hard to detect at all over the acrid odor of iron--blood and metal ironically smelled so alike.

Her eyes narrowed, then she paused, nose crinkling as she unknowingly took a good whiff of the pheromones. She felt a sneeze coming on, but oddly it never came. There was only the uncomfortable wave of pressure ebbing in her head, leaving as quickly as it came. Samus shook it off, going back to work.]

Was this another fine example of someone indirectly asking for a punch in the face?

[Space Pirates have noted time and time again Samus's unbelievable iron will, and much to their chagrin. Fortunately for Adam she's not inclined to be completely distrustful of his explanation--it's feasible, and... for all his stupid ploys he'd be one of the few she would trust in a serious situation like this... but she might need an additional dose or further convincing to cement her resolve. How many times has he ever encountered someone like that...?]

Or should I go ask this Prestor guy?

[ Unfortunately, Adam can't bring himself to emit even more pheromones to get her to believe him; he feels bad enough as it is already. He should have never brought it up to begin with, should have never even asked her to come over to fix him. The pain in his head subsides somewhat, though there is still a persistent throb.

And then he lets out a barely suppressed cry when she sets the bar back into place, Jesus fucking Christ this hurts like a bitch without local anasthesia. ]

Well-- [ He grates, speaking is clearly an effort given the circumstances, but he tries to sound casual. ] This is only the second bar giving me a house ban, after the one I ruined with James' help.

[ Stupid asshole. Made him start a brawl and then punch a hole in the wall. ]

I don't think Prestor can tell you much more, really. It was a pretty confusing situation all around, totally left-field...

[ Samus, pls. Don't go snooping now. ]

[ Yes, Samus. Don't go snooping when it's only going to get both of you killed.

Deathwing says nothing more, but the chuckle reverberating in his mind is enough. Enough to remind him that he is watching. Death is always watching.

Don't forget. You belong to me now. ]

[Samus wasn't sure she was completely convinced, but she decided she would let the subject drop for now. She could tend to her curiosity (and subsequently Prestor's side of the story) on the matter later, she needed to focus and tend to Adam's injuries now.]

That's not a great reputation to build, you know.

A fine [A grunt as she works his augmentations.] upstanding Exisilum security officer getting banned at all the bars.

[It was said with a flash of a smirk, only there to indicate what she said was of her usual dry, rhetorical humor. She knew Adam could care less what people thought of him, but it's said with the intent to keep him talking. Focus on something other than the pain.]

[ Oh good. She's letting it go.

Deathwing, apparently, isn't. Now he needs to be careful not only about what he says, but thinks, too... lovely situation he got himself into, really. ]

Ah, I've always -- preferred drinking at home, anyway. There the only person that can piss me off is myself.

[ She's right, he doesn't really care. Adam squeezes his eyes shut as she continues to work on him, little grunts and gasps coming from him. Fortunately it won't hurt for long, he knows, but right now it still hurts like a bitch. ]

Sorry about calling you.

[Letting it go for now.]

Don't be sorry about the things you do, Adam.

[Without a doubt, there were things Samus wishes he didn't do (especially if it was frivolous and at her expense) but on a fundamental level she believes the actions one takes are important--regardless if they have negative or positive consequences. Actions are driven by will, and that is something no one can ever take from him. No one.

You can achieve more than you know.

He could never be a machine so long as he believed that, and she knew he did.]

You should be sorry about the things you don't do.

[Despite the deep implications in her words, they're said very casually. Her eyes are focused on the task at hand; prying, scraping, clicking and clacking. She's working hard to mend metal and flesh as it once was, trying to be mindful of every sound and sign he gives her.]

Lean back.

[Samus removes herself from him to quickly bundle up pillows and blankets behind him. This will provide a better angle to get at some of those tighter spots. Her tools prod and move against his skin.]

You can call me any time.

[Although she totally left herself open with a comment like that.]

Edited (repeating words bluh) 2012-12-31 03:50 (UTC)

[ That's good enough for him. Hopefully if he just never mentions Prestor again she'll forget about it... too bad Adam can't just simply 'forget'. He knows he needs to come up with something but... probably not tonight. Tonight he's just going to rest and ignore. ]

Nh...

[ He mulls her words over as he leans back, but doesn't reply to them, not sure if there's some sort of underlying accusation. The things he doesn't do, huh. More like the things he can't do.

Or the things he doesn't want to do. Better move on. ]

So does that mean I don't have to steal your underwear anymore?

[ Set yourself up for that, Sam. There's a wry smirk, and he groans quietly the next time one of her tools digs into his skin. ]

[Adam pls. You get a raised eyebrow and also something a smirk.]

Only if you plan on giving it back.

[She's making a little progress, enough that another one of those clicks sounds like it fell into the right place.]

Unless you have an underwear shortage going on or something; not enough lacy underthings in your size.

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[ If he wasn't currently so fucked in the head, he might even find her ~~fingering~~ fumbling with his metal parts like that somewhat of a turn on. Right now though, as they're making progress, Adam just feels more and more tired, the need to sleep and recharge slowly overtaking him. ]

Oh I don't think your things... are quite my size. Even if I did wear undergarments regularly.

[ Yeah, he doesn't wear underwear every day, why do you ask. He sort of idly stares at her face (and maybe sometimes his gaze drops a little further down) as she continues to work on him, eyes half-lidded and about ready to rest them. ]

...Still, you'll regret that one day. [ Simply because of how clingy he is, but other things, as well. ] And when you do I can at least say, 'I told you so'.

[ Very fleetingly one of his hands brushes against her upper arm. It's a very light touch. ]

Commando guy, huh?

[CAN'T SAY SHE DISAPPROVES, REALLY. She's going to learning new things about you every day, Adam. Like how this socket fits in here and this connection does that, and how his finger tips feel against his arm--oh.]

You don't get bragging rights for annoying me.

[She's not even aware the little smirk still hasn't left her face as they banter.]

That's not difficult to do.

[Said as she makes no attempt to move his hand away from her. At least for a few seconds because then she does need to lay his hand back flat down for practicality's sake, to continue working on his augs.]

[ Ouch. Ok fine, he gets the message. No touchy touchy. ]

You wound me. I thought I was special.

[ He'd say something more but OWWWW it's like she just hit one of his artificial nerves and that DOES indeed hurt, so he'll just be giving a jerk and a wince of pain, throwing his head back. ]

[Shit. She hisses and presses a palm against his other shoulder to keep him still, knowing she can't really give him any reprieve. It's hard enough working on him like this ~~as he arches his back all sexy like~~, but she tries to work around the sore spot she just found as best as she can.]

Sorry. That wasn't meant to be a literal wound there. Hold still.

[Wow, Samus said sorry. It wasn't a loud apology, to be fair, but said with no hesitation. Good news is it looks like she's realigned the bar and reconnected it proper. It's really the best she can do without...]

This would probably go a lot faster if I had my ship.

-- A spaceship? I'd love to.. go on a trip through space.

[ The strain in his voice is hard to miss, he's fully aware that talking about something other than pain can help distract from it. She's doing her best and he just has to endure it; it won't be for long. At least the bar seems to be back in its place now, which means his arms should be fully functional again. His medical implant is providing some data on that, but it requires way too much concentration on his part to read and understand it all right now.

It'll be fine, he's sure. ]

'Cause time traveling is getting boring, how about something -- new.

Yes-- [Hold still come on--] A spaceship; a Hunter-class gunship. I've lost track of how many times I've remodeled that thing.

[Broken and fixed it. Smashed and repaired it. That was something you could do with a machine, especially one that saw as much action as her ship. His other comment dimly registers over more clicking and screwing.]

Yeah... [Samus feels like she hasn't gotten through the extent of the Initiative's brand of time traveling to classify it as boring for her. Not yet, anyway. The world was a big place, and being able to experience it at infinite points in time left a lot to explore. Exploring was something of course, something she loved. But still, infinite points in time on the same planet was still just the same planet...]

The universe is a big place. Dangerous, too. I could be your body guard.

[ Sounds like Star Wars to him, but that's cool, he liked Star Wars, but unfortunately any reference to that would probably fly right over her head, so he keeps it to himself. ]

...Big and empty. [ It's a passing thought he voices, because how easy is it to get lost up there? To isolate oneself completely?

As she continues to work on him, he feels himself gradually drift to sleep once the pain lets up. His body needs it to recharge... and probably recalibrate. ]

And you could--

[ He frowns deeply, still grimacing even as he closes his eyes. ]

--be much more than that.

[Appreciated, Adam, that you're holding much more still now. Although she doesn't quite realize right away that this may or may not be directly related to the fact he's drifting away to robocop dreamland.]

...?

[What did he mean by that...? She looks at him, puzzled, enough to distract her from working chiseling away.]

Adam.

[Nnnnnno no no no-- He was bloodied but it's not like there was active blood loss going on anymore, but unconsciousness in the middle of an operation table/bed was concerning one way or another, especially if it was something she caused.]

Adam.

[Her tone is much more worried, and maybe she's worrying over nothing but she slaps his cheek a little, trying to rouse him.]

Adam talk to me, what's going on.

[ HEY he's not unconscious, just incredibly drained from everything that happened, especially Deathwing's mindfuck. He grunts when he's being slapped, not quite asleep yet but he's definitely halfway there already. What's going on? ]

I can't say.

[ It's slurred, and still feeling her ~~boobilicious~~ presence right in front of him he lifts his arms to plant his hands at her waist and just pull her down, because it is now sleepy time and sleepy time means cuddly time, always.

Somehow though, probably because he's still keeping his eyes shut and isn't paying too much attention, he ends up with his face between her boobs instead of on her shoulder.

Oh well that's okay too. He purrs. ]

Ad--

[She cuts herself off as she feels the weight of him pulling her down. She's not done yet there's work to be done even though she's got most of the important parts taken care of but there's still-- but--!

Maybe he's had enough for one evening. She knows she can always touch up the details later.]

...Hold on...

[A grumble. Samus resists his arm long enough to clip off that one last wire and remove her tools from him, because falling on sharp pointy bits would not be very comfortable. Not like how she imagines he's feeling right now, with his face planted between her soft boobs like that.]

...You know I'm not done yet.

[Said as she makes no effort to remove him from her tits. How do cuddling...]

[ DID YOU SAY SOMETHING he's pretty sure that if you did say something it was kinda unimportant. Because he's feeling kinda comfortable right now, and Samus will find that despite him being pretty much asleep here, his grip is still ridiculously strong as he wraps his arms around her waist and locks his wrists at her back.

He breathes in her scent and then says something, but it's all very muffled, and a couple of his fingers lazily massage the small of her back in tiny circles. ]

You're never done...

[ Exhaustion and mental stress seem to have gotten the better of him, and that makes it really easy to seek refuge within nicer memories. ]

You heard about that new ice-cream parlor that opened just down the street, Meg? We should check it out... sometime next week... when you're done with your current...thingy....nnm...

What...

[What. No what...? Ice-cream parlor? Who was Meg? Was he delirious, or just that tired? This was one of those situations Samus didn't encounter very often--a sleepy guy snuggled up between her boobs muttering about nonsense with no sign of letting her go.

Her brows furrow, and she looks around the rest of his bedroom as if someone was watching, or if there'd even be anything to help her figure out the best course of action. Nothing, of course, would. Not even a crowbar to pry him off with.

Maybe Samus didn't really want to do that, as her mind goes back to what he said, prickling at her curiosity. Ultimately she slumps, relaxing and propping herself up on her elbows on his sides, her and bosom ready to humor him.]

Ice-cream, huh?

Mmmmmnn.

[ Oh and snuggle into her bosom he does, because wow aren't they just soft and squishy and comfortable, even if they make it somewhat hard to breathe--but naturally that's no real problem for him.

After a while though--thankfully--he seems to be really off to cyborg dreamland now and his grip around Samus, pulling her close seems to loosen up somewhat and his arms fall down to rest on the mattress.

Sleepytime is now. ]

[Oh god she suffocated him--no no she didn't. Samus remains like that on top of Adam, observing him for a few long moments just to make sure it's simply sleep and rest that has caught up with him. He probably drained some of his energy in the fight, and the rest spent healing his body.

Samus is pretty sure this is the case, but she didn't feel content leaving his side. What if something went wrong with the repairs? What if whatever he picked a fight with tried to track him down and finish the job? What if it was late and she was a little tired herself and didn't really have anything pressing going on back at the apartment...?]

...

[Carefully, Samus rolls off to his side, slipping an arm under his neck, settled her chin on top of his head and curled up next to him. Ice-cream, she probably wouldn't dream about, but it felt... nice... sharing a bed with someone. Hopefully she wouldn't get used to it.

Sweet dreams.]

Edited (tensesss) 2013-01-04 22:11 (UTC)

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