#knightfalling

[physiiciian-archived]

OOC. Spare a thought for Carcy? Spare a thought for Carcy, sir?

[reylo4ever2020]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It's one of my all-time favorite fanfics. Thought I should share it with Tumblr.

[herecomesbrainrot]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[physiiciian]

You're at my door at 2am. We said we weren't doing this anymore.

He’s a little tossed, the reddening of his cheeks making that painfully evident — not that he’ll admit it. The inebriation had been his attempt to get her out of his head, to quit thinking about her so incessantly, but to no avail. Here he is, needing her now more than ever and pissed beyond belief that it still rings true.

“You specifically said we needed to stop sleeping together, not that we couldn’t see each other,” he slurs with annoyance, his stance wobbling slightly and forcing him to lean against the doorframe for balance. “Or did I get that wrong? Real nice, Luce. Cutting a guy off completely like he’s fucking chopped liver.”

[pittcynical]

😳

The locker room door opens at exactly the wrong moment. Robby looks up from where he's changing out of a blood-spattered scrub top, a fresh shirt halfway pulled on, and immediately spots Lucy standing in the doorway. For a second, they just stare at each other.

Then he lets out a long sigh.

"Well," he says, tugging the rest of the shirt into place, "this is awkward for both of us."

The corner of his mouth twitches despite himself as he reaches for his locker. The shift had been long enough that he doesn't have the energy to be embarrassed. Tired, maybe. Annoyed at the universe's timing? Definitely.

His eyes flick back toward Lucy as he grabs his badge and keys.

"I'm going to choose to believe you were looking for literally anything else," he says dryly. "And in return, you can choose to forget whatever amount of this conversation started with me not fully dressed." A small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.

"Fair deal?"

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[pittresilience]

"when was the last time you slept?"

The question earns an immediate pause. Jack's attention drops briefly before he looks back up at Lucy, and for a second it almost seems like he's genuinely trying to remember. The fact that he has to think about it is probably answer enough. "Tuesday?" he says finally. His brow furrows. "No. That's not right." A hand drags across the back of his neck as he does the math in his head. "Okay, that's worse."

A tired breath leaves him as he glances away. The exhaustion is easier to see now that she's pointed it out, hidden beneath habit and sheer momentum more than anything else. "I've slept," he says, already sounding defensive. "Just not recently." His eyes flick back to hers. "And before you start, there were reasons." The reasons sound significantly less convincing coming from someone who just had to stop and figure out what day it is.

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[pittresilience]

don't move - you're going to make it worse.

The instruction is immediately followed by Jack trying to move anyway. Not much. Just enough to push himself a little more upright on the gurney. The movement immediately pulls at the graze wound across his shoulder, and his jaw tightens as pain flares through the muscles of his upper arm. A quiet curse slips out under his breath before he stops moving altogether.

For a moment, he just sits there, breathing through it. Blood had already been cleaned away, the wound bandaged, but it still burned like hell. The fact that it was only a graze didn't seem to matter much to his shoulder. Slowly, he lets himself settle back again, one hand pressing briefly against the edge of the mattress.

His gaze shifts toward Lucy. "I'm fine," he says automatically, the response so ingrained it comes out before he can stop it. A tired sigh escapes him. "Okay. Mostly fine. It's not as bad as it looks."

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