#finalwish

[oursweetvoidbouquet]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: due South Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Benton Fraser/Margaret Thatcher Characters: Benton Fraser, Margaret Thatcher (due South), Diefenbaker (due South) Additional Tags: Serious Illness, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Meg is ill and leaving the consulate. Ben won't let her slip away so easily.

[fastfists]

"Sometimes," Maria began, her little face knit tightly in disgust, "my anger outweighs my guilt. The things I feel for GUN, sometimes for the whole world, is ugly." Her hands clenched tightly over her lap. "Do you think that makes me a bad person, Knuckles?"

"Not at all, you're feelin's 'r valid after everyt'ing you've been through. It's understandable why you'd feel t'is way"

There was no hesitation when he answered the young woman, giving her a look that showed he understood to some degree how she felt. After all, from what he knew and learned, her life hadn't been one anyone should've suffered through least of all her — hope could only last for so long and a tragic end breed tragic results.

Plus, it wasn't like long ago he had felt a similar feeling brew within himself. Being the last of your kind, living in isolation from the rest of the world, having to rely on yourself to survive. There had been plenty of times he had thought to just abandon the floating isle, to forsake the Master Emerald in the heat moments where he had yelled at it and asked why he had to deal with this all by himself — he was just a child after all. It was easy to understand Maria in that regards.

"You suffered a lot, gone through more t'an most 'ave — your allowed t'feel 'ow you feel 'bout w'at 'appened t'you cause of it."

"At t'end o' t'day you're still one o' t'sweetest 'n most carin' souls I 'ave ever meet in m'life 'n 'aving t'ose feelin's doesn't change t'at 'bout you...you're ah good person, Maria."

A sincere smile painting his lips as he reached over, gently resting his own hand atop of her's. Giving it a firm but soft squeeze in response. Letting her know that he meant what he said and that he understood how she felt, it was okay to feel it.

[unlackeyed]

"Snivelyyy...?" Maria peeked around the door frame, the soft whirr-puff of her newest bodysuit announcing her presence before she did. It was a new prototype, partially robot, meant to create its own low-gravity atmosphere to, hopefully, keep her condition in remission.

She moved a little awkwardly in it, still unused to the slight resistance of wearing it. This, certainly, would need to be reworked, but she wouldn't complain. It was better than the fully-mechanical Omega Care Unit that had originally been proposed.

"I made tea. Would you like some?"

Snively catches himself in on of the workshop's reflective surfaces, gazing with a wholly impermissible softness at Maria. He's not clear on their exact filial connection: cousins? How many times removed? Or is she his great-aunt?

What a tiresome problem family is. She looks like Hope: his stepsister, who has looked at him with a contempt that ran him through, more than anything his own father ever said. That's still the crux of their every interaction: a tight squeeze on the unpracticed heart he thought he'd been able to freeze to death.

"Clever design, that," is all he answers, of her suit, with a sweep of his gaze. He reaches for the steaming cup without a verbal response, and then, in his characteristically ginger, measured tone: "How are you feeling in there?"

[the-forsakenlegionnaire]

"You look lovely today, Miss Lien-Da," Maria said by way of greeting. "It's been a while since we've seen each other."

"Well, I..." Lien-da looks back, stopping on her tracks, perhaps longer than she means to, but her eyes unexpectedly softer than they would usually be. "...Thank you, Maria; it had indeed been a long time." Don't mention it, don't mention it.... "What good winds bring you out on this fair day?"

[psychokineticstarlight]

@finalwish wanted a starter <3

"...You're not going to throw rocks at me, are you?"

He didn't have a lot of experience with humans. However, he kept his hands down. Ordinarily, he'd have raised them, as to block any stones thrown at him, but there was something about her eyes. He didn't see the hatred in them that he saw in humans from his own timeline. Absolutely bizarre to him.

"I promise I won't hurt anyone. I'm just... looking for something."

Whether or not he'd find it, he wasn't sure. In fact, he wasn't even sure what he was looking for. More of those stones? Maybe, but more importantly he was looking for a solution to his problems, a solution that didn't exist in his present.

"Maybe you've heard of one. It's called a Time Stone."

[unlackeyed]

"What did he do...?"

"Who....?"

Maria's kinsman is elbows-deep in engine grease, and hours into trying to repair one of Eggman's newer hoverbot models, for the use of Restoration spies entering enemy terrain. He's been fixated on this task for hours, when Shadow is brought through the garage by a pair of security guards: a cut-through to the undergound HQ of the movement's leaders.

He scoffs at the mercurial creature; it's an act solely of bravado. Snively's muscles involuntarily tense at the loudness, the ferocity, of Shadow's indignant protests.

"Maria, I don't know what you see in that bloke. He's..."

A pause as he uncurls from his crouch, one learned from years of physical and emotional abuse, and the life-saving instinct of making oneself as small and silent a target as possible.

"...very angry. Just. I dunno, take care. I find it useful to seem out of the loop to as many people as possible. Hence why I have no answer to your question."

He resumes his work, and tightens a bolt primly.

[resolutewarrior]

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

Noticing Trauma Sentence Starters

   “ Maria...” His ears droop as he pouts. Shadow didn’t want to tell her about all of the gruelling tests the scientists were putting him through. It would surely alarm her and he didn’t want her to worry about him. It was his job to worry for her. Shadow looked up into her kind blue eyes and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist like a needy child. “ Can you do that thing where you scratch behind my ears? That would help a lot. ”

[horrorhoundme]

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