but you don't need no help from me

[niceassassin]

WHO: Captain Jack Harkness (comesback), Anders (sassyqueermage), and Zevran (niceassassin)
WHERE: Behind a gay bar in the Village.
WHEN: Tonight.
WARNINGS: Messiness.
SUMMARY: Jack and Anders scrape Zevran up off the ground after Lust finishes with him.
FORMAT: Words.

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[comesback]

[Jack had met up with Anders not far from the bar. Keeping tabs on the network in his free time had paid off, he didn't even need to ask about a doctor or anything. He is, to say the least, rather displeased, and not-exactly stalks over to Zevran; where he crouches down next to him.]

I've brought Anders with me. He can heal you, and then you can tell me what the hell you were thinking.

[sassyqueermage]

[ Anders was not going to sit on his fanny while someone was bleeding to death particularly if that someone was the only connection he had back to Thedas. He follows Jack whom he had spoken with briefly on the Network. When they arrive, Anders sighs as he crouches down near Jack, looking over Zevran. ]

Maker, it's like an animal attacked him.

[ He hovers his hands over Zevran's neck first, channeling magic all the way to his finger tips. His hands begin to glow brightly as he heals the damage done. ]

[niceassassin]

[Zevran doesn't spare a word for Jack, just gives him a rather sullen look. At least, it might be sullen. It's hard to tell, since he's rather hazy from blood loss.

Anders, at least, isn't Judging Him.]

...mmm, not quite, but her claws are quite spectacular...

[He slowly regains his senses, at which point he quietly passes out to finish healing.

Or that's what he'd like Jack and Anders to believe. He's actually perfectly conscious, just pretending to be out cold because he doesn't want to have to talk to Jack.]

[comesback]

At least this time there won't be stitches. I'm no good at it, anyway.

[He glances at Anders, willing to give Zevran the benefit of the doubt, for now.]

Thank you. [It's quiet, and honest. He's not really sure what he'd do if Zevran died. Especially if it was from something as stupid as this.]

[sassyqueermage]

You don't have to thank me. [ Anders tries giving his best it's okay smile for Jack. This is what he does and he'd happily do it anytime, anywhere, for anyone. Except Templars. Sometimes. He turns back to Zevran, moving from his healed neck to other parts of his body badly mangled. ]

Unfortunately, I cannot do anything about all this blood. You'll have to take care of that yourself.

[niceassassin]

[Still pretending to be passed out, but he might twitch a little bit at Jack's tone of voice there, at that gratitude. He's not sure what to make of it.]

[comesback]

[Jack rolls his eyes a little. Way to be obvious there, Zevran! But he's still going to wait, to talk. Chewing out happens in private, apparently. He nods at Anders, with a thin smile.]

Blood I can deal with. I've dealt with worse things, don't worry about it.

[sassyqueermage]

Worse than blood? [ Anders can't help chuckling to lighten up the grim situation. Now that Zevran is guaranteed to survive, they can afford to relax. ] Are we talking worse bodily fluids or in general, because that is a very distinct line.

[niceassassin]

[He's pretty sure he's given himself away by now, so Zevran sighs and cracks open an eye.]

Take heart, my friend. It is only elven blood, not darkspawn blood.

[A beat.]

Thank you. And there goes my plan to abandon you in the bar with the very large men in leather for telling me lies about the Warden. Oh, not this bar. It's another one.

[He's still a little giddy with adrenaline. And conspicuously not looking at or talking to Jack.]

[comesback]

[He's still looking at Anders! See, Zevran, he can play the ignoring game, too. In fact, he's really good at it. This is somewhere in between darkly amused and grim.]

Both, actually.

[sassyqueermage]

If it were darkspawn blood, we would definitely be in trouble. [ Grumble, grumble. He's at his ~gorgeous Antivan legs, healing up large gash wounds. ] Oh, don't worry about me. I could have handled myself. I seem to be earning quite the reputation at bars with very large men in leather.

[ He pointedly looks at Zevran. ] And not like what-you-might-be-thinking. I have standards.

[ At least Jack won't leave him at biker bars. Hopefully. ] You look like a man with a lot of interesting stories to tell. I'm still curious about the lover with no mouth.

[niceassassin]

The--

[Oh, right, asking about the lover with no mouth would mean talking to Jack. He's still not doing that. So Zevran hurriedly redirects his words.]

The standards you speak of sound dreadfully boring. I think I will have it my way instead.

[comesback]

[If he were in a better mood, this would be a very flirtatious grin. As it is, it's just a little bit flirtatious.] You're welcome to ask about them anytime.

[And FINALLY to Zevran, because someone needs to end this--] I'm pretty sure I'm existing, here. Unless I've somehow become a very good hologram within the last five minutes or so.

[sassyqueermage]

I know a woman you should meet. She likes almost dying as well. [ Anders quipped to Zevran, almost done with the healing. ]

[niceassassin]

Must you wrong me by assuming I like such things? I prefer the little death, truly. But yes, do introduce me to her.

[He starts getting to his feet, leaning on the dumpster. He's so dignified. This gives him a little more time to ignore Jack, but once he's back up again, he doesn't have any more excuses.]

I was hoping you would not see me like this, Jack.

[comesback]

[A little too lightly, to Anders.] What, I don't get an introduction too? I'm hurt.

[And now it's back to Zevran!] Oh, so I'm supposed to ignore you bleeding out all over the network? Not gonna happen.