Magic, madness, heaven, sin

[soultospare]

Who| Megan Gwynn & Jason Todd
What| Death by chestbursters.
Where| A corridor somewhere.
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Death by chestbursters.

Megan was surprised when she happened upon Jason Todd after a few weeks of not crossing his path at all. Truth be told, she'd assumed he'd already died, since they'd somehow avoided one another this long. But it was a pleasant surprise to see him, nonetheless. Even though he looked like he'd been through absolute hell.

"Hey," she said as she approached him, kneeling down to where he was sitting. "You look awful. What's the matter?" She half considered making some joke about him having battled a balloon, but that seemed a little mean spirited, even considering the times. Instead, she placed a friendly, gentle hand on his shoulder to show her concern.

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[hashtagyolt]

He winced and pulled away from her suddenly, adjusting to the moderate pressure only after a noticeable delay.

"Well, I dislocated my shoulder for one," his voice was hoarse when he spoke. It wasn't just Megan he had avoided, but almost everyone, and Jason wasn't willing to admit to being crazy enough to talk to himself in a fake-ass space station death Arena, or whatever. Also, it seemed like a generally bad idea. If he was injured and not being spotted, well, better for him.

He'd also lost his white outer layer a while ago. The tight cerulean under suit clung awkwardly to his shoulder under her hand, adding a bizarre form of pressure to the injury. Actually it was starting to feel sort of okay. Or okay-er than it had anyway. "You look pretty alright, for a fairy."

[soultospare]

Megan winced as he shifted away, instantly feeling sympathetic pangs of pain and guilt. "Whoops. Sorry."

She didn't make any move to leave, however. He might be slightly out of it, but he was a welcome and familiar face, and one who seemed pretty unlikely to attack her. And after the ordeal she'd been through with Nitou, she was looking forward to relaxing for a minute.

Slowly, Megan cracked a smile, looking Jason up and down. Aside from looking like crap, he didn't seem so bad. Er, well. Hm. "Thanks. But I'm only half-fairy, you know."

[hashtagyolt]

"It was a joke," he replied, a little bit flatly. "Back up, huh?" Awkwardly, he moved to pick himself up. It was an exersion, but Jason consciously tried to cover it. Something about the sterilized, recycled air was making him unsettled. He had the urge to move, whatever amount of effort it required.

"You want to go for a walk with me? Or just hang out here waiting for something to kill us?" After all, if she found him, anybody probably could. It was better to keep on the move.

[soultospare]

It was a good thing he didn't say that last part out loud because Megan was totally great at tracking people and also this whole arena thing in general, thank you very much. She hopped to her feet though, then offered him her hand, to help him up.

"Yeah, sure. Come on, I'll show you my hideout. I've got some food stashed away there."

[hashtagyolt]

"Food?" He tried not to sound too hopeful as he pulled himself up by her arm. It had been a few days since he'd found some of the freeze dried processed astronaut stuff left around, and at least a day since he'd finished the last of it. Not that it was really easy to tell time. Space made that a problem anyway, and sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and stress of the Arena, made everything alternate between seeming way too fast and way to slow. Time, in general, was just a funny thing here. "I don't want to take your stuff, though. You found that, you should keep it."

[soultospare]

She rolled her eyes, then playfully nudged him in the ribs. The ultra-skinny ribs, come to think of it. It was nice to feel like she could joke around with someone, even if it was just for a few stolen moments in the arena. "Don't be silly. I've had plenty to eat lately, and you're starting to look like a Skeletor. You need to eat, Jason. I'll be fine, trust me."

And with that, she sort of wrapped herself around his good arm and started to lead him through the twisting hallways to the neat little storage room where she'd holed up for the last few nights, tucked in safe away from the other Tributes and those icky aliens that seemed to pop out at random times.

"Here we are," she said, tilting her head up so she could see his face. "Home sweet home."

[hashtagyolt]

"Pretty sure there was only one Skeletor." He must not have been that hungry if he can still crack wise. Or maybe that's just what Jason was hoping to project. It's hard to tell. Even looking as pathetic as he did, he still had a pretty good poker face.

He let her pull him through the corridor, leaning up on her maybe a little bit more than he otherwise might have. If nothing else, he figured he could trust that she wasn't going to pull out a knife and shank him. Maybe. Hopefully.

Then again, if she did it just meant he deserved it. Letting his guard down like that.

He perked up a little seeing her cubby hole. It wasn't cozy, exactly, but it was better than most places he'd come across so far. "Should I take off my shoes or something? I don't want to be rude."

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Her laugh was quiet, but clearly genuine. Tutting him softly, she poked her head in first to make sure it was clear before taking him by the hand and tugging him in behind her.

"We'll have to be quiet," she whispered, shutting the door again. "But lookit, it's snug and I've got some things to eat."

And lo and behold, there was several packets of dehydrated food tucked away behind some random test tubes and beakers on the shelves. Megan fished around for a few different options, trying her best not to hit Jason in the face with her wings and only mildly succeeding in that task. "Oof, sorry. They've got a mind of their own. Now, how about some tasty peaches? It looks like I've got some turkey as well..."