LOG; Harper and Uhura
Who: Harper and Uhura
What: Nightmares and serious faces :|
Where: In the ~bedroom~ B]
When: In the DEAD OF NIGHT.
Warnings: DREAM GORE. I tried to keep it not too explicit, but the nightmare's got some creepy themes and unpleasant images going on in it.
"Okay, so, once I've made the incision? You just reach in and take out the Larvae, okay?" Harper found himself explaining calmly to Tyr, as they sat in his lab on Seefra together. The Nietzchien regarded him with large, calm eyes, he wasn't anxious, because Harper was a genius, and would never make a suggestion for an experiment that wasn't absolutely foolproof. He knew what he was doing here. Besides, the solution had been so obvious, why had no one else ever thought of it? This would revolutionize everything when they got back to the main universe, where things like Magog infestations were more of a problem.
Reaching across himself, Harper very carefully cut open his stomach. It didn't hurt in the slightest, and seeing the precision of the cut gave him a swell of professional satisfaction. He let his hands drop to his sides, "Okay, now you just... get in there, and take them out for me."
Tyr nodded and carefully reached into Harper's stomach. First with one hand, then with both. Then both his wrists and forearms had vanished into the open cavity and for all of the strangeness of this, all that Harper could think was that right now he had bone blades way too close to his internal organs. He felt his breath hitch, and Harper peered at Tyr, suddenly mistrustful, "Hey, uh, everything looking all right in there?"
Tyr's face remained impassive, but he slowly withdrew one of his hands, "I believe we have a problem here. Fortunately for you, I had an alternative plan, should trouble arise." The hand that he'd withdrawn from Harper's stomach was holding something red and dripping and important looking. Tyr smiled, and suddenly, Harper was absolutely certain that the other man was about to lie to him, "Don't worry. I won't let any harm come to you. I've contacted a Doctor to assist me."
And there was Rex. With his leather gloves and his stupid wig and his ventilator and his way too gleeful expression and his-- his hands in Harper's stomach and-- and now it hurt god damn it, and why the hell couldn't he lift his arms up to push them away? Rex was talking about how like the human intestine a Cobra was, Tyr - who might not have even been Tyr anymore, just some generic Nietzchien who he'd encountered on a different world - began to remove his second hand and Harper could feel something being pulled out with it and--
And mercifully, he chose this time wake up. Jolting forward and stock upright in Uhura's bed. Both hands clasped over his stomach and screaming.
What: Nightmares and serious faces :|
Where: In the ~bedroom~ B]
When: In the DEAD OF NIGHT.
Warnings: DREAM GORE. I tried to keep it not too explicit, but the nightmare's got some creepy themes and unpleasant images going on in it.
"Okay, so, once I've made the incision? You just reach in and take out the Larvae, okay?" Harper found himself explaining calmly to Tyr, as they sat in his lab on Seefra together. The Nietzchien regarded him with large, calm eyes, he wasn't anxious, because Harper was a genius, and would never make a suggestion for an experiment that wasn't absolutely foolproof. He knew what he was doing here. Besides, the solution had been so obvious, why had no one else ever thought of it? This would revolutionize everything when they got back to the main universe, where things like Magog infestations were more of a problem.
Reaching across himself, Harper very carefully cut open his stomach. It didn't hurt in the slightest, and seeing the precision of the cut gave him a swell of professional satisfaction. He let his hands drop to his sides, "Okay, now you just... get in there, and take them out for me."
Tyr nodded and carefully reached into Harper's stomach. First with one hand, then with both. Then both his wrists and forearms had vanished into the open cavity and for all of the strangeness of this, all that Harper could think was that right now he had bone blades way too close to his internal organs. He felt his breath hitch, and Harper peered at Tyr, suddenly mistrustful, "Hey, uh, everything looking all right in there?"
Tyr's face remained impassive, but he slowly withdrew one of his hands, "I believe we have a problem here. Fortunately for you, I had an alternative plan, should trouble arise." The hand that he'd withdrawn from Harper's stomach was holding something red and dripping and important looking. Tyr smiled, and suddenly, Harper was absolutely certain that the other man was about to lie to him, "Don't worry. I won't let any harm come to you. I've contacted a Doctor to assist me."
And there was Rex. With his leather gloves and his stupid wig and his ventilator and his way too gleeful expression and his-- his hands in Harper's stomach and-- and now it hurt god damn it, and why the hell couldn't he lift his arms up to push them away? Rex was talking about how like the human intestine a Cobra was, Tyr - who might not have even been Tyr anymore, just some generic Nietzchien who he'd encountered on a different world - began to remove his second hand and Harper could feel something being pulled out with it and--
And mercifully, he chose this time wake up. Jolting forward and stock upright in Uhura's bed. Both hands clasped over his stomach and screaming.