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[alwaystheguv]

Who: Sam and Gene
When: Tuesday
Where: Their room
Summary: Wing stuff and the like. Sam and Gene find their own ways to cope with the crazy.
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: None!

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[hydeforareason]

Having witnessed two days if horrific video on the subject, all that Sam knew was that he was not at all a fan of what was happening. And what he knew would happen to them both. "We 'ave to call that doctor."

Yes. Sam had seen the feed. He knew that the doctor had run out of pain killers. But Gene was likely drunk enough for it not to matter much. Good.

"I'm callin' 'im. Watson."

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"Naw, we don't need a doctor, we're fine," Gene slurred, mostly because he was beyond drunk right now. He'd been medicating since sunday and all he was pretty out of it. And yet he still felt the pain. How was that even fair? Groaning, he rolled onto his stomach and gave Sam a small frown.

"We don't need help from Jack, we'll be fine."

Now watch Gene struggle to try and get into a sitting position.

[doctorsoldier]

Too bad for Gene. Sam didn't care if he was told no or not. Ten minutes passed before the good doctor sauntered in, small black wings protruding from his back. They're cherubic. Rather cute. Not that black wings happened to be cute. Or all that angelic.

"Hello. Doctor Watson. Both of you, hm? Who'd like to go first?"

Sam immediately pointed to the prone man on the floor and John knelt to prepare himself.

"I'll need your shirt off."

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"I told you we didn't need a Doctor, I'm a strong bloke. Don't need Jack fiddlin' with my back," Gene ranted as he finally managed to sit upright. He did, how ever, clumsily yank free his shirt, cursing a blue streak as he did so. Oh yeah, wasn't he a shining lovely person?

Tossing his shirt vaguely in Sams direction, he gave the doctor a baffled look.

"What? You gonna do what exactly?"

Gene didn't need some poncy doctors help. He was Gene bloody Hunt, he didn't need help with some hybrid mutant thing growing out of his back.

[doctorsoldier]

"Minor surgery." Well. It was honest. John already had his knife out, borrowed from Tsunade and extra sharp. "I'll take your wings out from your back. It will hurt, but not as badly as if you let them come out on their own."

Sam was already at his side, leaning over Gene with a smug look on his face.

Whoops. Showing his cards there.

"It will be quick. Five minutes. Just hold onto something."

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"Why are you smirkin'? You're next!"

Gene didn't like this at all, he never did like surgery. He had it once to remove his appendix when he was a kid and it was horrible, he only got one visit and he missed Christmas. Having someone operate on his back, even minor, just sort of annoyed him.

He better not miss Christmas... speaking of which, when was that and did they have a calender?

Well, all his drunken thought sort of died when John started and Gene, just get revenged, grabbed onto Sams leg and gripped that. Like he would ever escape this unharmed by Gene.

[doctorsoldier]

"'E didn't mean for you to hold onto me!" Sam yelled, though after the cutting started, he did take pity on his poor Guv. There was a lot of blood. Too much it seemed, but John worked quickly to pull out long, furled wings. At first, the sheer amount of red obscured their colour and as John had seen quite a few sets over the passed few days, he really wasn't planning on behind surprised by what happened as he was stitching gene back up.

As the blood dried and flaked off, the most blinding white light glowed from Gene's wings, making John actually wince.

"My God!"

He hadn't thought anything of wing colour before. But now? What did that mean?

And what about his own?

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"Ah, fuck," Gene cursed when the damn things felt the feed to stretch out and find their bearings. The wings poked out awkwardly and a sort of more sober Gene turned his head to have a look at them. "The bloody hell are these things? Is it glow in the dark or somethin'?"

Gene definitely didn't think it meant anything but pain. It was absolutely killing and he had no idea what the hell was wrong with them.

Watson's were blackish, so why were his so bright?

"I look like a twat, don't I?" Ahh, wasn't he just angelica to be around?

[doctorsoldier]

John mostly just frowned as he wiped his hands off on his towel and glanced at Sam. The two shared that look for a long few moments before Sam shook his head. "You'd have thought you were saintly, Guv. Luckily, I know better."

"Just rest them. Don't try to move them. Ready for a go, Mister..."

Sam arched an eyebrow. He know John. Both he and Gene did. And the doctor was acting as if he'd never met them before in his life. "Sam. Tyler."

"Right."

"Ah...not really but... Fine."

Sam's wings were long as bright or as long as Gene's. His stopped at his waist and were a bit of an off-white. A bit greyish. Certainly lovely and soft looking just the same, like the wings of a turtle dove.

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"How come Sam's aren't glow in the dark?" Gene complained as he stole Sams bed and sprawled out on his, half drunk and still pretty bloody. How, exactly, did he wear a shirt with these things in the way as well? Looks like he'd have to ruin a shirt and rip some holes into one for a week.

These things never lasted long.

"Are Puzzles glow in the dark or is he muggy like Sam?" Gene mocked, giving Watson an amused look. And yes, Puzzles was still what he lazily called Sherlock, it just worked for him.

Besides, he was now pretty curious.

[doctorsoldier]

"Excuse me?" Puzzles? John tilted his head forward, eyebrows arched up at Gene as he waited for a better answer than just a hand gesture. Gene's wings were smearing blood everywhere and he didn't really care to stay to see the man whose bed he was obviously laying on explode.

John excsed himself without getting an answer as Sam, still prone on the floor and in pain, growled up at Gene.

Sometimes -- all the time lately -- Sam just wanted to strangle the blond.

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"Sherlock! Weird pray mantis guy!" Gene yelled after John before slumping down and giving Sam a look. What? He was tired, bleeding and so what if there was blood and muscusy stuff everywhere? That would soon go away, right? And then he'd be just fine.

"Look... suppose we can share a bed but don't you dare snog me again."

Yes... he was still dwelling on that one. They had had a long talk over it after Sam got out the closet... and a good punch up.

[hydeforareason]

This was the first that Sam had heard about snogging. "What?" the pain in his back was nothing compared to this. His mouth hung open as he pushed himself up on his elbows. "Excuse me, did you say-- why would I EVER--"

All Sam knew was that he had woken up in the closet. He didn't even know that he'd missed a week.

He'd never believed he'd have snogged a git like Gene!

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"You did and it was revolting," Gene remarked pulling a face of dismay. He was a horrible handsy girly-girl who kept giggling at his own privates, playing with himself and trying to snog Gene. It had been an awkward week, especially when he had to let him out to use the bathroom.

"Look, you just did, I dunno - you were possesed. I stuck you in the closet for a reason, genius."

To avoid the gay germs, naturally.

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Sam was not pleased. You could tell by the Sam is not pleased face he was wearing right now. "Listen. I'm flattered that you have these vivid dreams about me, but knock it off. Christ. I don ever want-- don't ever mention it again."

Gross. Sam was straight. Well one time in uni he had an encounter with another bloke but he'd been drunk.

And that other bloke didn't look like Gene!

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"Trust me, you're not in my dreams. You shoved your tongue down my throat after laughing at your own tackle and dressing in the closet!" Gene snapped and it was painfully clear that Gene was not having a laugh or confused. He knew exactly what that horny bastard had done.

"You were possessed by a girl, you poncy bastard, now shut up and get over it."

He was not taking blame for his horny room-mate. Maybe it was cabin fever? Like sailors or whatever but he definitely had no attraction to Sam Tyler or his rentboy fashion. He vastly preferred a stunning bird, thanks.