Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie hits her head on the cement floor rather than the mat during sparring
Day 8;
@juneofdoom; "How many fingers am I holding up?" Concussion
Ao3 or under the cut
Jamie didn’t hold back during training. She made everyone work hard to beat her, whether during sparring or running an obstacle course. Everyone loves the challenge.
Today, Jamie is sparing with Soap. The Scotsman does his best to take Jamie down. They struggle to overcome each other. The others watch the sparing match.
It takes Soap ten minutes to gain the upper hand. He causes Jamie to go down. Soap smoke fades as he watches Jamie’s head hit the cement flooring rather than the mat.
The others worry as she lies on the floor, unconscious.
Price gets on the floor and moves Jamie’s head to his lap. Time felt like it froze as everyone waits for Jamie to wake up.
It doesn’t take Jamie long to wake up.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Price asks.
Jamie struggles with the bright light. Everyone knows that’s not a good sign.
“I’ll take her to the medbay,” Ghost says.
Ghost scoops Jamie up and carries her out of the training room. Jamie struggles with the blinding light.
In the medbay, Ghost lays Jamie on a bed. He takes off his hoodie and covers her head with it. Ghost then takes Jamie’s hand.
A medic walks into the room. Seeing Jamie’s head covered has them thinking she has a concussion. They regret disturbing her but needs to do the proper test to confirm the concussion diagnosis.
In under five minutes, a medic gives Jamie an official concussion diagnosis. The medic gave Jamie pain relief and allowed her to go to her quarters. The medic fills out the form to relieve her of duty for two weeks. Ghost takes Jamie back to her quarters.
Once the two enter the room, Ghost lays Jamie on the bed. There’s a knock on the door. Ghost opens the door to see Soap.
“Can I come in to apologize?” Soap asks.
“You don’t have to. It was an accident.”
Ghost still lets Soap in.
Soap sits on the bed and takes Jamie’s hand.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Jamie says.
“I told him that, but he insisted on apologizing.”
“It’s ok, Soap,” Jamie assures him. “I’ll kick your ass when I’m cleared for duty.”
Soap smiles. He sits on the bed until Jamie falls asleep.
“Do you want to stay with her?” Ghost asks.
“No, you stay withher,” Soap smiles. “I’ll come back to check on her soon.”
Soap leaves the room. Ghost sits on the bed, his back against the wall. He knows Jamie will be asleep for a bit, but he’d rather stay with her.
June of Doom Day 22 - "Stay with me." (Survivor's Guilt/Succumb)
For @juneofdoom
Word Count: 504
Warnings: Canonical character death, grief, postmortem injury
Fandom: Ghostbusters
Pairings: Egon Spengler/Cathleen Paige Spengler
This was extremely difficult to write, especially considering its set in my Cathleen Lives AU.
Also, I had to research the state of a body thirty minutes postmortem after dying of natural causes.
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She had been in the middle of helping Janine clean out her basement when something so sure and certain hit her.
Something was wrong.
Egon was in danger.
Ever since 2021 had begun, they both had felt the clock counting down to when Gozer and their minions would make that first move towards their new plan. She and Egon had been keeping a close eye on each other.
The both of them were afraid that the other would be Gozer's first victim; the nightmares had plagued them for almost three decades now.
That was why Janine had suddenly asked her to come over and help her purge through the basement... at midnight.
Whatever was wrong... both Egon and Janine had forseen it. And they hadn't wanted her to be there.
"I have to go," Cathleen suddenly said, slamming the lid down on one of the plastic bins of Lily's baby clothes and running up the stairs past where Louis was standing at the top.
She didn't stop running until she reached her car and slid into the driver's seat. She ignored the signs warning her of the speeding limit, only screeching to a halt when the farmhouse came into her view.
She ran from her parking spot and up the porch. Her stomach began to sink when she realized that the door was unlocked. Her hand trembled as she pushed it open and slipped inside.
She ventured into the living room, coming across the silhouette of her husband's form lying unnaturally still on the recliner.
Her heart dropped into her stomach as it roiled. "Egon? Oh-- oh, God!"
She ran towards the recliner and began to move his body to the ground so that she could try to perform CPR.
It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes.
His body had gone limp and his skin had cooled to an even paler shade
But his body was still warm.
Maybe... just maybe... oh, please...
"Please! Please!" her eyes were burning, but she tried to hold back the tears.
The summer heat brought out sweat from her as she pressed harder and harder on his chest.
This was not happening. She was not going to lose him.
She felt one of his ribs crack underneath her hands; even though a part of her had already accepted the hard truth being presented to her and knew that he could no longer feel any pain, guilt still stabbed at her for hurting him.
"No..." she whispered. "No, Egon, please..."
A few tears escaped from her eyes, dropping onto his glasses.
"Please come back to me," she pleaded quietly.
But she knew the truth. He couldn't hear her.
He was gone.
He was dead.
He had left her to pick up the pieces.
He had left her and their daughters.
He never even got to meet Trevor and Phoebe, their grandbabies.
She was still alive.
Cathleen finally broke down into harsh, uncontrollable sounds. All that was left for her to do was to cradle her husband's lifeless body.
Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Price worries about Jamie's infected wound.
Combining @medwhumpmay day 9; infection/ sepsis
@whumpay; alt 3; Gosspip/ bullying
@juneofdoom day 2; "I'm worried about you." infection
Under the cut
Recently, Jamie faced bullying from new recruits. Unknown to them, Jamie is used to being bullied. Though it’s been years, she can ignore it. This action angers the two recruits.
As Jamie walks down the hall, the two recruits tackle her to the ground.
“We don’t like that you’re ignoring our bullying,” one recruit says.
The two attack her.
“Break it up!” Price yells, but before the two men can be pulled off Jamie, one of them stabs Jamie. “Shit, Jamie!”
Ghost and Soap pull the two men away from Jamie. Price examines the stab wound on her abdomen. It’s not deep. After telling Ghost and Soap to take the two recruits off Jamie, Price takes her to the medbay.
Once the medic tends to the stab wound, Price goes to deal with the recruits.
“Why are you defending the weak woman?” One recruit asks.
“You realize I can take that as sexual harassment and sexism?” Price asks. “Two things we don’t tolerate. I am warning you two. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” they both reply.
“Now get out of my sight.”
Two days pass. Jamie feels unwell. She lays in bed, sleeping. Price walks into her quarters, concerned that she’s not sick with a cold. Jamie feels warm to the touch. Price checks her healing wound.
“Shit,” he mutters. “Jamie, wake up.” Jamie wakes up. “We’re going to the medbay.”
Price lifts Jamie and carries her out of her quarters.
An hour later, Price learns that Jamie’s stab wound is infected. She’s gbeen iven an injection of antibiotics and a bottle of antibiotics tablets for two weeks. Jamie isn’t happy about her two-week absence from duty. Price takes Jamie back to her quarters.
“Do I need to stay here to ensure you’re resting?” Price jokes.
He sees how tired Jamie is. For now, she’ll rest, but Price suspects that in a few days, she’ll feel well and refuse to rest.
Price sits on the chair by Jamie’s bed. He knows she’ll be asleep for a few hours, but he’s worried about her. Jamie’s faced worse, yet this infected stab wound, inflicted by a recruit, troubles him. Price lifts Jamie’s shirt enough to see the infected wound on her abdomen. He sees how red the skin is around the wound. The area feels warm to the touch. Price feels he didn’t do enough to keep the wound from getting infected. Despite the medic clearing Jamie to rest in her quarters instead of admitting her, Price remains concerned about the infection.
As Price expected, Jamie didn’t want to stay in bed once she woke up, so he had difficulty keeping her from training.
The next morning, Price goes to Jamie’s quarters and sees how unwell she is. She feels warm to the touch. He observes the contained infection and then sits, awaiting Jamie’s awakening.
“I’m worried about you.”
Jamie feels unwell when she wakes up. She sees Price sitting by the bed.
“Did you even sleep?”
“Yes.”
“You’re worrying too much.”
“You know how serious this could turn out,” Price scolds. “I’ll worry until the infection clears.” Price sighs. “I’ll go get some breakfast. You need to eat.”
Price leaves the room.
After a detour talking to a medic in the medbay, Price goes to the mess hall. He goes into the kitchen to make eggs and toast for himself and Jamie.
“It’s odd seeing you worry,” Soap comments from behind Price.
“I worry whenever someone gets hurt, you know.”
“True, but not like this.”
Price sighs, “You’re right. I feel responsible for her injury. Those recruits were fucking bullying her. I don’t know why she didn’t tell me. If she felt she couldn’t tell me, that’s on me.”
“I doubt Jamie blames you.”
Price finishes making breakfast. He puts two plates and cups on a tray and carries it to Jamie’s quarters.
Price puts the tray on the desk and hands Jamie a plate containing scrambled eggs and toast. He also puts two cups of tea on the nightstand. Price sits on the chair by the bed, holding his plate. He watches Jamie eat before eating his own food.
“I guess you’ll be resting now,” Price jokes, watching Jamie put the plate on the floor and lay down.
“Shut up,” Jamie says, but Price can hear how unwell she is.
After arranging the dishes on a tray, Price picks it up and departs.
Soap waits for Price to enter the kitchen. The sergeant tells the worried captain he’ll stay in Jamie’s room if he’s worried about her and would rather have someone with her. Price knows Jamie will be asleep, but he’d rather Soap be with her. At least until he knows the infection is clearing up.
Soap walks into Jamie’s Quarters and sits on the chair by the bed. He lifts Jamie’s shirt to see her infected wound.
“No wonder he’s worried,” Soap comments. “Plus, how a recruit stabbed her. I know you’ll be ok, Jamie.”
Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie fights a rookie after being insulted.
Day 29;
@juneofdoom; fight
This was supposed to be a normal training day. Jamie was paired with a rookie for sparring.
"Seriously? The shortie?" The rookie complains.
"That's it!" Jamie yells.
Before Price can say anything, Jamie tackles the rookie to the floor and punches him. The two get on their feet and continue to fight for a few minutes before Ghost and Soap separate them.
"Let me go!" Jamie yells. "I'm not done kicking his ass!"
"Like you could," the rookie laughs.
"Enough!" Price yells. "Both of you are out of line!"
Ghost has to carry Jamie out of the training room. This amuses the rookie, but this results in further trouble with Price. The rookie is given cleaning duty for a month.
Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie hates shots
Day 9;
@juneofdoom; "You're not going to like this", Injection.
Ao3 or under the cut
It’s time for the members of Task Force 151 to have their mandatory yearly physical. Jamie sits on the uncomfortable exam table, waiting for a medic to walk in.
A female medic walks in and tells Jamie what she’ll do during the physical, then begins the physical.
The head medic walks into Price’s office.
“Today’s physicals don’t show anyone is unfit for this until,” the medic says. “However, one soldier is refusing a couple of mandatory vaccines.”
“Great,” Price sighs. “Who?”
“Jamie.” Price didn’t think Jamie would be the one giving the medics a hard time. He was expecting to hear a rookie’s name. “She didn’t give a reason before walking out of the medbay. You are familiar with the outspokenness of anti-vaxxers. I doubt that’s her real reason. Fear of needles is possible, even in those used to facing danger.”
Price nods. “I’ll talk to her.”
Price stands up from the chair and leaves the office. The medic goes back to the medbay.
Jamie hears a knock on the door. He gets off the bed and opens the door, not expecting to see Price.
“I have received information about your refusal to get vaccines. You realize that you’re required to?”
“Nope, I’m not getting any needless.”
“You’ll have t; otherwise, I must discharge you.”
Price takes Jamie’s wrist to take her to the medbay.
Price leads Jamie to an exam room and goes to get a medic.
He comes back with a medic five minutes later. The medic has the supplies to administer the required vaccines. Jamie knows she can’t argue. Her reason for not getting the shots isn’t a valid reason to exempt her.
“You’re not going to like this,” Price says as he sits behind Jamie on the exam table.
Price holds Jamie’s arms. Enough that she can’t get away. The medic has seen adults cry while getting shots, but Jamie’s cries shock Price. Price hugs Jamie once the medic is done. He knows Jamie feels embarrassed now that he knows she’s afraid of needles.
