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[didorothy]

[Sam is still bloody and bruised from his fight with the monsters. Gene Hunt's camel hide coat is in his arms, pressed close to his chest.]

Lapis, Lazuli. You said you sold anything. I have something I want to buy.

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[realitymods]

[pop up and tilt their heads] What do you want to buy?

[didorothy]

[clinging to the jacket] Can you bring people back to life?

[realitymods]

[look at him curiously] Sure. We're skilled at it. It'll cost you, you know. And you have to tell us who.

[didorothy]

Gene Hunt. [pulls the coat closer] What do you want?

[realitymods]

[look at each other, check their lists, then look at each other again] Hmm. How about you agree to work for us?

[didorothy]

[nods, despite himself - he wishes he could pretend there's something he wouldn't give, but he cannot] For how long? Doing what work? I don't - I don't want to do anything illegal. [though it's quite evident from his voice that he would]

[realitymods]

[hurray, someone they can clearly prey on] Indefinitely~ Probably for most of your stay. And we'll decide what you do later. But it probably won't be too illegal.

[didorothy]

I'm still an officer of the law.

[realitymods]

[hands on their hips] You want him back, right?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Sam, I'm staying with you tonight, okay? Okay. N-Not that I'm really...worried or anything, just we should stick together...

[didorothy]

[trying not to cry for the sake of the little girl; he tries a smile] It's not a very nice flat, Fumie.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[not so stupid as to miss someone holding back tears and thus grabs his hand] That's fine! I've probably seen worse! O-Or...or maybe it's nice to me! I'm still staying with you.

[didorothy]

[squeezes her hand gently, clinging to the coat with his other arm] Thank you.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[smiles and has to be the adult here!] No need to. W-we might as well call it a night. We can work more after we sleep.

[didorothy]

[smiles] I'll make you dinner. Do you like Italian?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Italian? I haven't had it very much. But I'll try it!

[didorothy]

[bigger smile!] Great!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[clearly concerned]

What happened to you?

[didorothy]

He - Gene - There was a - a fight, with one of the monsters. The Godzilla one. [laughs and pulls the coat closer] It's nothing I can't heal from.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his brow furrows, and he steps closer]

Let me help. There's no need to let yourself get infected, or worse.

[didorothy]

It's nothing worse than the - [he breaks off, fists clenching around the coat, and then he nods] Right. Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate it. Uh... what do you need me to do?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a faint smile]

Of course.

Take off your shirt, while I fetch some supplies?

[didorothy]

Yes, Doctor. [tugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, fingers trembling slightly, but that's just from the pain]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor abruptly poofs out of existence, returning some time later with a med kit]

How are you feeling?

[didorothy]

Left arm's throbbing, and it's biting all over. Everything hurts - adrenaline's long gone, I guess. But I've hurt worse and lived. Even went to pub after, in fact.