Written By An Argorian

Winn grabbed his friend's arm, trying to force her (his hand still so gentle with her, always gentle with her) to stay still for a second. "You're right. They're going to pay for touching you. But you don't need to worry about that." he said, his voice calm for someone who was speaking about cold blooded murder.

Winn growled lightly as he watched her scrubbing the blood from her favourite jacket; he knew it was one of her favourite jackets. He knew a lot about Emma -- not everything, but enough that he's willing to go into a goddamn war for her.

People said they were afraid of the Toymaker, the man who had raised Winn. Not a father, not by a long shot, but Winn Schott Sr. had taught his son some things. Number one: If someone touches what is yours, they die.

This was a lesson that Winn was about to teach whoever laid their hands on Emma. He didn't view her as 'his' in any bad way, but just. That was his friend, his love -- albeit secretly -- and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her. "They will pay, Emma. I promise you that." He vowed.

Emma stopped her scrubbing following his silent request, looking up and seeing just how angry he was. She understood that, because she'd have felt the same way if in his shoes. But seeing him angry had the effect of calming her down, at least a little, her shoulders slumping as she let out a tired breath.

"It's okay, I'm not scared or anything. I just really want to hurt the guy," she placed a hand over his, giving it a squeeze, "I'm not used to losing so badly, to be honest. I mean, it has been known to happen, I never half-ass anything, not even getting my ass beat, but you know it doesn't happen often." And it sucked.

Winn placed a gentle kiss to Emma's forehead. "I understand. You're practically invincible, but there's that key word, eh? Practically. I know you want to protect everyone, and you did today, but we almost lost the most important....." he trailed off, uncertain how to classify her as part of the team. She wasn't necessarily the key element that held them all together, that was more Kara than Emma. But she was definitely someone who held Winn all together, if you got my drift.

"We can't lose you, Emma." He said quietly. "I can't lose you....." He dared to show a peek at his cards so to speak, smiling faintly at his crush. Emma was so beautiful, despite being covered in blood stains and bruises.

Winn felt a dark blush rise from his neck to his cheeks. "Oh, no Emma that's okay! It's okay, really. This is all I need." Winn promised hurriedly, hoping she would believe him. After all, he was telling the truth. He didn't care much for his birthday, never had too many people care on the fact that he was born, but today? It had been the best birthday ever, all because he had his best friend (and secret crush but shhh) at his side. "If you really feel strongly about it, we can put a candle on one of the sweet donuts. You don't have to sing though." He added with a reluctant smile, unsure what the 'right thing' to do was here.

"I feel extremely strongly about it," Emma confirms, nodding, "I can do the singing too, buddy, don't underestimate me. But I will get you some kind of gift and that is, in fact, a threat." She smiles at that, and then opens her arm to offer a hug and possibly a kiss to the cheek, "Happy birthday, sweetie!"

Winn rolled his eyes goodnaturedly, smiling to show he wasn't angry with her or even really that annoyed. "Thanks Emma, I'm really glad you're here. That's all the gift I need -- your friendship." It meant everything to Winn, and he wanted Emma to be sure and know that with all her heart.

send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.

(This time it's from Kara!) @multibcrn

"Well, that's a difficult question," Emma's tone is light, but she leans on Kara for support, and she doubts she's fooling her friend. She's got all those heightened senses that make lying pretty damn hard, especially when everything hurts. "Want the perp's mugshot or do you want the name of who sent him? Because I'll give you three guesses on who's trying to kill me again." Dear ol' step-grandma, who was like a dog with a bone.

#smiletimeisrunningout #xo kara zor el

Kara scowled as she thought about Regina. Kara wished that she could just...get rid of the evil step-monster that had been bullying Emma from the very beginning. But that wasn't the way things worked in National City, wasn't the way Kara herself wanted things to work either.

"Where is she?" she growled in an alarming sense of calm.

send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it. (from Winn of course!) @multibcrn

"Winn..." Emma murmurs, wishing he hadn't seen her like this. She's the alien, she's the fighter, he's not supposed to worry about her. She doesn't usually get hurt in a visible way, so that has worked well in the past. Not today, though. No, today she almost died, and she's trying to clean blood from one of her favorite jackets after refusing to stay in the med-bay because she's too shaken to just lie down. She shakes her head, scrubbing the sleeve harder, "Someone's gonna die soon, that's who."

Winn grabbed his friend's arm, trying to force her (his hand still so gentle with her, always gentle with her) to stay still for a second. "You're right. They're going to pay for touching you. But you don't need to worry about that." he said, his voice calm for someone who was speaking about cold blooded murder.

Winn growled lightly as he watched her scrubbing the blood from her favourite jacket; he knew it was one of her favourite jackets. He knew a lot about Emma -- not everything, but enough that he's willing to go into a goddamn war for her.

People said they were afraid of the Toymaker, the man who had raised Winn. Not a father, not by a long shot, but Winn Schott Sr. had taught his son some things. Number one: If someone touches what is yours, they die.

This was a lesson that Winn was about to teach whoever laid their hands on Emma. He didn't view her as 'his' in any bad way, but just. That was his friend, his love -- albeit secretly -- and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her. "They will pay, Emma. I promise you that." He vowed.

"I've never been one for birthdays, but this is the best one I've had in a while." Winn says suddenly, though to his knowledge, Emma does not realise it's today. His birthday is kind of a secret, because he's so embarrassed about being born. @multibcrn

"What?" Emma jumps up in shock - what a betrayal, that he wouldn't tell her before this day so she could organize a party, or something. "It's your birthday? Why didn't you say?" She glances at the table, full of take-out because they were having a Winn-Emma night, and immediately adds: "This is unacceptable, we need birthday food and birthday gifts stat! And candles! Or at least a small cake for us with the candle so we can take pictures with it..."

Winn felt a dark blush rise from his neck to his cheeks. "Oh, no Emma that's okay! It's okay, really. This is all I need." Winn promised hurriedly, hoping she would believe him. After all, he was telling the truth. He didn't care much for his birthday, never had too many people care on the fact that he was born, but today? It had been the best birthday ever, all because he had his best friend (and secret crush but shhh) at his side. "If you really feel strongly about it, we can put a candle on one of the sweet donuts. You don't have to sing though." He added with a reluctant smile, unsure what the 'right thing' to do was here.