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@deatheaterredeemed
His hand traced an assymetrical pattern over her back. "It won't work. This won't make you forget. It won't kill your pain. But you did the right thing."
Tabitha was just drifting off when his soft voice startled her. Her eyes were wide in the dark as she felt his fingers tracing on her back. Her hand came up and curled around on his chest, “How do you do it? How do you move past this type of pain?”
♟ for josephmysteryman.
♟:Patching up a wound
Tabitha found Joseph sitting in his jeep, the door half closed. She had come back from her short walk from the campsite, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Starting to panic a bit, she left the campsite and walked up to the road, about 100 metres from where their tents were set up.
Relieved to find him there, she wandered over, a little perplexed as to why he was back in his car. As she moved closer to the car, she realized that he was slumped over sideways, his eyes glazed. She rushed over and found him holding his side, blood seeping out from under his t-shirt. Her training kicked in as she scrambled about the back seat, assuming he would have a first aid kit somewhere. Not having bought her wand with her, she couldn’t treat the wound magically, so would have to rely on her muggle emergency training.
Finally after finding the small first aid kit, she climbed in the passenger seat of the car, and after gently pushing him back upright, gingerly lifted his t-shirt to find a large gash across his side…thankfully not too deep, but bleeding profusely. Joseph started to rouse a little, and she stroked his head comfortingly, before turning her attention to trying to stop the flow of blood.
Reaching into the kit, she pulled out some gauze, and after cleaning around the wound, placed the dressing gently over the gash and after holding it firmly for a few moments to staunch the bleeding, she grabbed a clean gauze and started to dress the wound. She glanced up and found Joseph had regained consciousness, “What, in Merlin’s name, happened to you?”
mysterymanjoseph:
He has the water bag about full when he hears the soft footsteps behind him, then the soft hand in his. He says, “Well hello,..Mary let you off on your own Tabitha?” “Not like her to let a patient out of her sight unless said patient has someone attending to them.”
She smiled, “I sweet talked her....but I think she’s gonna keep her eye on me until we’re home safe and sound,” Leaning in, she kissed him softly, “She said we could fool around a little, as long as i don’t exert myself,” Grinning up at him, she added, “She remembers what it’s like to be young and in love,”
♟ for josephmysteryman.
♟:Patching up a wound
Tabitha found Joseph sitting in his jeep, the door half closed. She had come back from her short walk from the campsite, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Starting to panic a bit, she left the campsite and walked up to the road, about 100 metres from where their tents were set up.
Relieved to find him there, she wandered over, a little perplexed as to why he was back in his car. As she moved closer to the car, she realized that he was slumped over sideways, his eyes glazed. She rushed over and found him holding his side, blood seeping out from under his t-shirt. Her training kicked in as she scrambled about the back seat, assuming he would have a first aid kit somewhere. Not having bought her wand with her, she couldn’t treat the wound magically, so would have to rely on her muggle emergency training.
Finally after finding the small first aid kit, she climbed in the passenger seat of the car, and after gently pushing him back upright, gingerly lifted his t-shirt to find a large gash across his side…thankfully not too deep, but bleeding profusely. Joseph started to rouse a little, and she stroked his head comfortingly, before turning her attention to trying to stop the flow of blood.
Reaching into the kit, she pulled out some gauze, and after cleaning around the wound, placed the dressing gently over the gash and after holding it firmly for a few moments to staunch the bleeding, she grabbed a clean gauze and started to dress the wound. She glanced up and found Joseph had regained consciousness, “What, in Merlin’s name, happened to you?”
mysterymanjoseph:
Mary says, “I know you will,..or you’ll be cut off from any more fun for longer than you have so far.” As Joseph walks along, he scans the ground, making out some tracks of the local wild life as he makes his way to a small spring to fetch drinking water. He thinks, “I know this is sacred ground and all, but, I would think this would be a nice place to spend some time to get your head clear,..soothe your soul.”
Tabitha blushed and ducked her head at Mary’s words “Yes ma’am,” Standing up, she dusted off her backside and wandered down to wear Joseph was. Slipping her hand into his, she gave it a small squeeze, “Hi there,”
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"Honey! Come back to bed, I'm cold and I think I'm coming down with something." He whined
Tabitha put the potion she was working with on stasis and wiped her hands. She blew out the candles in her potions room and made her way to their bedroom, “Is my wolf not feeling well?” She lay her hand on his forehead, feeling a temperature, “Honey, you’re feeling a bit warm…you may have come down with a cold,”
He whined loudly “My head hurts too. It’s not close to the moon yet is it?”
She frowned slightly, “No, but there is a nasty flu going around…I can make some soup that might help, if you like,”
He shook his head and wrinkled his nose “I don’t wanna eat right now.”
She climbed into bed with him and pulled him over to have his head rest in her chest, “That’s ok honey…I’ll make you some later,” Tabitha stroked his hair, trying to make him feel better.
He whined and wrapped an arm around her “I don’t like being sick. I have plants to care for.”
“It’s ok, honey..they’ll survive a few days while you get back on your feet..you need to rest..I don’t want you becoming really ill,” Running her fingers down his back, Tabitha kissed the top of his head, “You want something for your headache?”
He nodded and whined again “It hurts..”
Tabitha reached over and grabbed her wand off the bedside table. She accio'd a headache potion from their ensuite, stroking Fen's shoulders gently, "Here honey, this'll help,"
silhovetted:
There was that long, agonising pause where his finger lingered over the trigger, knowing that any moment he may have to end her life. Like always he didn’t have any particular feeling either way on it. If anything the only constant throughout this whole situation was that he understood what she was going through and in turn he completely understood why she wouldn’t listen to him or anyone else for that matter either. Even now she wasn’t completely aware of where he was hiding in the building, just that he was there ready, waiting, doing his duty if he had to do it. A part of him hoped that she would get what she was looking for but he knew it wouldn’t heal her. Only time would help her in that regard, vengeance being nothing more than a cold, hollow feeling in the pit of someone’s heart.
His finger edged closer as her hand moved towards her pocket only for it to back off when she retrieved her phone. It was apparent then that she was finally doing what would be considered as the right thing for all party’s involved and, dare he say it, there was a relief within him that he didn’t have to end her life for something that he wholeheartedly understood.
He’d given everything a few moments before he went to join her outside, finally revealing himself to her. There would be no anger on his part, no reprimanding for what she’d done. He’d leave that up to someone else and save the hypocrisy and red tape for someone else. After all, until they were in this position they would never understand inconsolable rage for the death of a loved one. “You did the right thing,” he offered, knowing it would do very little to extinguish the fire in her. “Dermot would be proud.”
There was some trust and faith when he walked back to his car that she would join him of her own accord. Again, he had no desire to thrust a weapon into her back to get her to walk that way. Maybe there was a part of him that hoped she’d turn back, run inside, do what she wanted to do and get it out of her system. It was a part that was dangerous and difficult to reconcile when duty was the most important thing on his mind. Nevertheless he sat in the car and waited patiently for her to join him.
She waited for him outside, leaning up against the warehouse wall, looking up into the dark night sky, the moon hiding behind scudding clouds. When he did join her outside, Tabitha was pleasantly surprised that he didn’t launch into a furious tirade, knowing that he would have received grief from M when she took off.
Her eyes widened in surprise at his comment about Dermot being proud of her. It was a nice sentiment, but it didn’t stop the fact that revenge lingered in her like the remnants of a long illness.
Following him back to his car, Tabitha noticed the police arriving surreptitiously, careful not to alert those inside the warehouse. She was pleased they arrived so quickly...using her MI6 identification didn’t hurt things when she reported it.
Sliding into the car beside him, she sat silently for a few moments, looking out into the dark night. Finally she turned to him, speaking quietly, “I think you need to take me out for a few drinks, and we need to get a hotel room,”
♟ for josephmysteryman.
♟:Patching up a wound
Tabitha found Joseph sitting in his jeep, the door half closed. She had come back from her short walk from the campsite, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Starting to panic a bit, she left the campsite and walked up to the road, about 100 metres from where their tents were set up.
Relieved to find him there, she wandered over, a little perplexed as to why he was back in his car. As she moved closer to the car, she realized that he was slumped over sideways, his eyes glazed. She rushed over and found him holding his side, blood seeping out from under his t-shirt. Her training kicked in as she scrambled about the back seat, assuming he would have a first aid kit somewhere. Not having bought her wand with her, she couldn’t treat the wound magically, so would have to rely on her muggle emergency training.
Finally after finding the small first aid kit, she climbed in the passenger seat of the car, and after gently pushing him back upright, gingerly lifted his t-shirt to find a large gash across his side…thankfully not too deep, but bleeding profusely. Joseph started to rouse a little, and she stroked his head comfortingly, before turning her attention to trying to stop the flow of blood.
Reaching into the kit, she pulled out some gauze, and after cleaning around the wound, placed the dressing gently over the gash and after holding it firmly for a few moments to staunch the bleeding, she grabbed a clean gauze and started to dress the wound. She glanced up and found Joseph had regained consciousness, “What, in Merlin’s name, happened to you?”
After Joseph finishes with his task, he returns to where the two women are, then says, “Okay, I think I got that all done right,..anything else you need for me to do Mary?” The woman says, “Go fetch some more water,..never can have too much of that.” Joseph says, “I can do that.” He walks over to where the water bags are, picks them up, then says, “Back in a little bit.”
Tabitha watched him walk away, smiling fondly at him. Turning to Mary, she grinned, “I am a lucky girl...and I promise I’ll behave tonight,”
"Honey! Come back to bed, I'm cold and I think I'm coming down with something." He whined
Tabitha put the potion she was working with on stasis and wiped her hands. She blew out the candles in her potions room and made her way to their bedroom, “Is my wolf not feeling well?” She lay her hand on his forehead, feeling a temperature, “Honey, you’re feeling a bit warm…you may have come down with a cold,”
He whined loudly “My head hurts too. It’s not close to the moon yet is it?”
She frowned slightly, “No, but there is a nasty flu going around…I can make some soup that might help, if you like,”
He shook his head and wrinkled his nose “I don’t wanna eat right now.”
She climbed into bed with him and pulled him over to have his head rest in her chest, “That’s ok honey…I’ll make you some later,” Tabitha stroked his hair, trying to make him feel better.
He whined and wrapped an arm around her “I don’t like being sick. I have plants to care for.”
"It's ok, honey..they'll survive a few days while you get back on your feet..you need to rest..I don't want you becoming really ill," Running her fingers down his back, Tabitha kissed the top of his head, "You want something for your headache?"
"Honey! Come back to bed, I'm cold and I think I'm coming down with something." He whined
Tabitha put the potion she was working with on stasis and wiped her hands. She blew out the candles in her potions room and made her way to their bedroom, “Is my wolf not feeling well?” She lay her hand on his forehead, feeling a temperature, “Honey, you’re feeling a bit warm…you may have come down with a cold,”
He whined loudly “My head hurts too. It’s not close to the moon yet is it?”
She frowned slightly, “No, but there is a nasty flu going around…I can make some soup that might help, if you like,”
He shook his head and wrinkled his nose “I don’t wanna eat right now.”
She climbed into bed with him and pulled him over to have his head rest in her chest, "That's ok honey...I'll make you some later," Tabitha stroked his hair, trying to make him feel better.
"Honey! Come back to bed, I'm cold and I think I'm coming down with something." He whined
Tabitha put the potion she was working with on stasis and wiped her hands. She blew out the candles in her potions room and made her way to their bedroom, “Is my wolf not feeling well?” She lay her hand on his forehead, feeling a temperature, “Honey, you’re feeling a bit warm…you may have come down with a cold,”
He whined loudly “My head hurts too. It’s not close to the moon yet is it?”
She frowned slightly, "No, but there is a nasty flu going around...I can make some soup that might help, if you like,"
"Honey! Come back to bed, I'm cold and I think I'm coming down with something." He whined
Tabitha put the potion she was working with on stasis and wiped her hands. She blew out the candles in her potions room and made her way to their bedroom, "Is my wolf not feeling well?" She lay her hand on his forehead, feeling a temperature, "Honey, you're feeling a bit warm...you may have come down with a cold,"
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The last thing he thought would that she’d go on the run after everything that they spoke about. He got it, understood it wholeheartedly, the pain was a bitch and it burned like hell and as much as he wished he could just let her get what she wanted, he couldn’t. At least not in the circumstances she intended. The gun was aimed at her, his orders to track her down, bring her back or kill her depending on which road she’d take next. “Think about your next move carefully,” he warned from behind cover.
It was some kind of sick poetic justice that it would have to be him but would she have it any other way in the end?
She knew he’d followed her. After the cold, wet funeral held in the remote dales of Scotland, Tabitha had harboured a furious desire to find those who had killed Dermot...to torture them...to let them feel a fraction of the pain she now felt...but she also knew she would have to bide her time. The Ministry had made it very clear to M that she was not to be left alone...she was a loose cannon as far as they were concerned, so not only did she have a gorilla of an MI6 agent accompany her to the funeral, but also an Auror from the Ministry, a stony faced witch, who no doubt, was disapproving of the relationship between an Unspeakable and a pariah like her. Well...she didn’t give a damn anymore...she didn’t care about making herself redeemed in anyone’s eyes....all she cared about was finding those who took love away from her.
So she went back to London, like a good little sheep. She went back to work after a few days of enforced leave...a token from MI6 to acknowledge her loss. She shopped like a brainless little muggle...went through the motions of normality...quietly scrounging information regarding the investigation into Dermot’s murder...quietly sitting in wizarding pubs, eavesdropping on conversations that may give some light as to anything that would lead her in the right direction.
And one night, she hit paydirt...a drunk wizard, slurring and boasting, a cold blooded murder of an Unspeakable....a hired hit from a muggle people smuggler who had been under investigation from MI6.
And here she found herself, looking at the men who had killed Dermot....so close she could smell them....she’d tracked them to a lonely warehouse in Manchester...they’d had a “package” delivered...some poor unfortunates packed into a shipping container like so many sardines.
Taking out her wand, she was preparing to attack, the Crucio curse straining in her throat to be released. Then she felt him...Bond...and it gave her pause. No doubt he’d been given orders to kill her if needed...and regardless of what they’d shared weeks ago..he wouldn’t give a moment’s hesitation to kill her if needed.
Sighing softly, she lowered her wand...Dermot would not have wanted this. Glancing up towards where she thought Bond would be, she gave him a small smile, saluting him briefly, before turning away, taking out her muggle mobile phone to call the local constabulary to advise of the smugglers and their sad, vulnerable victims.
She walked outside, waiting for him....waiting to be taken back to London.
♟ for josephmysteryman.
♟:Patching up a wound
Tabitha found Joseph sitting in his jeep, the door half closed. She had come back from her short walk from the campsite, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Starting to panic a bit, she left the campsite and walked up to the road, about 100 metres from where their tents were set up.
Relieved to find him there, she wandered over, a little perplexed as to why he was back in his car. As she moved closer to the car, she realized that he was slumped over sideways, his eyes glazed. She rushed over and found him holding his side, blood seeping out from under his t-shirt. Her training kicked in as she scrambled about the back seat, assuming he would have a first aid kit somewhere. Not having bought her wand with her, she couldn’t treat the wound magically, so would have to rely on her muggle emergency training.
Finally after finding the small first aid kit, she climbed in the passenger seat of the car, and after gently pushing him back upright, gingerly lifted his t-shirt to find a large gash across his side…thankfully not too deep, but bleeding profusely. Joseph started to rouse a little, and she stroked his head comfortingly, before turning her attention to trying to stop the flow of blood.
Reaching into the kit, she pulled out some gauze, and after cleaning around the wound, placed the dressing gently over the gash and after holding it firmly for a few moments to staunch the bleeding, she grabbed a clean gauze and started to dress the wound. She glanced up and found Joseph had regained consciousness, “What, in Merlin’s name, happened to you?”
Mary says, “I think he is far happier than I ever thought I would see him.” “After his grandparents passed, he was all alone,..the only ones he considered close to family were the guys in his platoon.” “But, one, by one, they were gone.” “Not all, but he was feeling the hurt over and over.” “You’ve reversed that pain,..and I don’t think anyone else could have done that for him.”
Tabitha was suddenly humbled by Mary’s words....she knew that Joseph had experienced considerable pain in his life...she would never read him, but she was an empath, and like it or not, she was a human sponge when it came to people’s emotions, whether they were overt or not. She nodded, her gaze finding it back to Joseph, her eyes now looking at him differently...still the man she loved, but deepened by the fact that this man had endured so much, and yet accepted her as she was....something completely foreign to him...although having Mary and Tom in his life, Joseph may not have been as unaccustomed to other worlds other than his own.
She gave Mary a small, tired smile, “I think we saved each other,”
♟ for josephmysteryman.
♟:Patching up a wound
Tabitha found Joseph sitting in his jeep, the door half closed. She had come back from her short walk from the campsite, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Starting to panic a bit, she left the campsite and walked up to the road, about 100 metres from where their tents were set up.
Relieved to find him there, she wandered over, a little perplexed as to why he was back in his car. As she moved closer to the car, she realized that he was slumped over sideways, his eyes glazed. She rushed over and found him holding his side, blood seeping out from under his t-shirt. Her training kicked in as she scrambled about the back seat, assuming he would have a first aid kit somewhere. Not having bought her wand with her, she couldn’t treat the wound magically, so would have to rely on her muggle emergency training.
Finally after finding the small first aid kit, she climbed in the passenger seat of the car, and after gently pushing him back upright, gingerly lifted his t-shirt to find a large gash across his side…thankfully not too deep, but bleeding profusely. Joseph started to rouse a little, and she stroked his head comfortingly, before turning her attention to trying to stop the flow of blood.
Reaching into the kit, she pulled out some gauze, and after cleaning around the wound, placed the dressing gently over the gash and after holding it firmly for a few moments to staunch the bleeding, she grabbed a clean gauze and started to dress the wound. She glanced up and found Joseph had regained consciousness, “What, in Merlin’s name, happened to you?”
Mary says, “Well, we were young once.” “Seems so long ago at times,..then again, sometimes it feels like yesterday.” “As I look back, I don’t think I could have done any better by choosing another man,..certainly could have done a lot worse.”
Tabitha smiled, her glance finding it’s way back to Joseph unconsciously, her heart beating that little bit faster with the thought of being alone with him again tonight. Looking back at Mary, she spoke softly, “I just hope I make Joseph as happy as you and Tom are,”
♟ for josephmysteryman.
♟:Patching up a wound
Tabitha found Joseph sitting in his jeep, the door half closed. She had come back from her short walk from the campsite, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Starting to panic a bit, she left the campsite and walked up to the road, about 100 metres from where their tents were set up.
Relieved to find him there, she wandered over, a little perplexed as to why he was back in his car. As she moved closer to the car, she realized that he was slumped over sideways, his eyes glazed. She rushed over and found him holding his side, blood seeping out from under his t-shirt. Her training kicked in as she scrambled about the back seat, assuming he would have a first aid kit somewhere. Not having bought her wand with her, she couldn’t treat the wound magically, so would have to rely on her muggle emergency training.
Finally after finding the small first aid kit, she climbed in the passenger seat of the car, and after gently pushing him back upright, gingerly lifted his t-shirt to find a large gash across his side…thankfully not too deep, but bleeding profusely. Joseph started to rouse a little, and she stroked his head comfortingly, before turning her attention to trying to stop the flow of blood.
Reaching into the kit, she pulled out some gauze, and after cleaning around the wound, placed the dressing gently over the gash and after holding it firmly for a few moments to staunch the bleeding, she grabbed a clean gauze and started to dress the wound. She glanced up and found Joseph had regained consciousness, “What, in Merlin’s name, happened to you?”
mysterymanjoseph:
Mary was getting a pan balanced on the fire to fry their dinner, then stops and looks at the young woman. She grins, then says, “Oh, you have it bad for him, don’t you child?” The woman blinks a few times as she thinks, then says, “If you promise to take things slow and easy,..I would say you can have some fun tonight.” “Just make certain he behaves himself.”
Tabitha gave Mary a rueful grin, “I’m pretty transparent I guess,” Looking over at Joseph, the man she was going to marry..the man who’s children, if the gods allow it, she would have, “I love him...he’s the first man who has made me feel safe and beautiful,” Shaking her head briefly, she smiled, “I’m sure he’ll be restrained....he is determined not to hurt me,” Placing the chopped up veggies in the pot, she smiled at Mary, “Of course, I’m not telling you anything you haven’t already experienced...I’m sure you and Tom had your moments as well,”
"You just can't shoot your way out of this"
@deatheaterredeemed
Even though she spoke, aired her concerns and was doing her very best to try to put him off, he wasn’t deterred. His eyes remained trained on the targets in the distance, peering down the sights of his weapon and tracking their every move. They were almost within distance for him to execute the kill and to end this chaos once and for all. In silence, he shifted, getting closer into his weapon, readying to absorb the recoil. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
His finger wrapped around the trigger, squeezing and letting off a few bullets. There was no time for the first target to react, dead before he knew what hit him. Bond’s aim quickly shifted, tracking, following the other man who was desperately trying to get away. The next bullet missed in the mad scramble to find cover but the one after was a direct hit to the head ending his life instantly. “And I just did.” It was cold and ruthless. He didn’t enjoy it but it was the only way he coped. “Let’s go.”
Tabitha watched him with trepidation as he lined up his killing shot. She was never a fan of this side of what they did...she understood it, but it didn’t make it any easier to accept. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have any qualms in coldbloodedly killing someone....and she had seen far too much of that for her liking.
Ever since they’d spent the night together, her feelings for him swung wildly from wanting to climb him like a tree every time she saw him, to loathing the sight of him...a reminder of the gaping hole that was now in her life, now that Dermot was gone. The funeral had been cold and lonely...Dermot’s family were long gone, and Tabitha had borne witness to his burial alone, aside from an MI6 goon that had been assigned to her for the journey to Scotland. One glance the man had filled Tabitha with such disgust...visions of underhanded deals, his memories of vicious torture and killing, which had filled him with a sickening glee, made her almost physically ill. She tried to block him as much as she could in the few days she was with him, but when she was at her most emotional, she was almost at her most vulnerable to read someone unknowingly.
The report that signalled the other man’s demise had not even finished ringing in her ears before he brusquely ordered they leave. She quickly followed him off the roof, down the narrow stairway, her senses finely tuned to anyone following after them. Whether she liked it or not, she needed Bond to help her find those that had killed Dermot...and her own feelings for the man would not let her rest easily.
♟ for josephmysteryman.
♟:Patching up a wound
Tabitha found Joseph sitting in his jeep, the door half closed. She had come back from her short walk from the campsite, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Starting to panic a bit, she left the campsite and walked up to the road, about 100 metres from where their tents were set up.
Relieved to find him there, she wandered over, a little perplexed as to why he was back in his car. As she moved closer to the car, she realized that he was slumped over sideways, his eyes glazed. She rushed over and found him holding his side, blood seeping out from under his t-shirt. Her training kicked in as she scrambled about the back seat, assuming he would have a first aid kit somewhere. Not having bought her wand with her, she couldn’t treat the wound magically, so would have to rely on her muggle emergency training.
Finally after finding the small first aid kit, she climbed in the passenger seat of the car, and after gently pushing him back upright, gingerly lifted his t-shirt to find a large gash across his side…thankfully not too deep, but bleeding profusely. Joseph started to rouse a little, and she stroked his head comfortingly, before turning her attention to trying to stop the flow of blood.
Reaching into the kit, she pulled out some gauze, and after cleaning around the wound, placed the dressing gently over the gash and after holding it firmly for a few moments to staunch the bleeding, she grabbed a clean gauze and started to dress the wound. She glanced up and found Joseph had regained consciousness, “What, in Merlin’s name, happened to you?”
mysterymanjoseph:
There were some vegetables laying out on a plate beside the woman. Mary says, “Oh, you could chop those up if you would,..going to fry them with the meat for supper.”
Tabitha nodded, and made after grabbing a knife and starting to chop the vegetables, spoke to Mary softly, “How long do you think it’s going to be before I am able to be.....physically active again?” Blushing, she glanced up at the older woman, before concentrating on the potato she was holding. She didn’t want to injure herself more, but, oh gods, she missed Joseph.
