"How is it that you always manage to come up with the worst case scenario?" / "I practice."

[duat_die]

In a few hours, Nathan Cwirko might be dead. If he's not dead, there's still an even chance something will go wrong and he'll never see his home, let alone Earth, again. But his mind's not on that - not completely, anyway - as he marches up the ramp with the rest of Col. Everett's team to relieve Atlantis from the Wraith attack: it's on the fact

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[sitherequietly]

Castiel knows the sound of gunfire like he knows the back of his own hand, and he's at the scene of the attack in a matter of seconds. And by at the scene, no he doesn't mean running up the alley to join them, he means appearing, right at the man's side, without so much as an overture.

"What happened?"

And for the record, Cwirko? You can shoot this one. He's not going to die from it.

[duat_die]

"-Jesus!"

Not quite, Nathan. Close, though.

Okay, quick tally: so far, he's got winged people with white blood, he's five years and cange to the future of where he's supposed to be, and now people are appearing where they weren't, three seconds ago. And it could just be Cwirko, but this guy doesn't look Nox.

He jumps and almost goes for the P-90, but the kid is still bleeding under his hands and he's hoping this guy won't attack him. That hope may be unwise. He's just gonna have to see.

"One bullet wound; no ambulance called," he says. If the guy wants to know if he did it, he's obviously not got eyes in his head or a brain in his skull. "As for everything else, I was kinda hoping someone could tell me."

[sitherequietly]

Castiel isn't the attack the Wanderers type. He actually is one, so it would really be a little counterproductive. He looks over the situation, and then notices the distinct difference of blood from a normal human being. This is Castiel's first encounter with an injured Rift being, so he has no idea what to do, but he's sure a hospital is in order before anything else.

"Hold on."

He reaches out and places a hand on Cwirko's shoulder, as well as the ankle of the injured demon, and prepared to teleport them both to the hospital. They would sort things out from there, but for right now, the medical attention was more important.

[duat_die]

Okay, he was really hoping for something a bit more helpful than Touchy-Feely Time. "Sure, any time you want to tell me what I'm supposed to be hanging on t-waugh!"

And then, quite suddenly, they are not in the mouth of an alley.

He shifts, looking around. Emergency room. Well, at least some things don't change.

"Tell me," he says, as someone detaches themself from a desk and comes running toward the trio. "Does everyone get teleporters in 2010, or are you just a lucky guy?" Hell, if this is what the future looks like, at least he can suspect that the SGC did some good.

[sophicsulphur]

Have ninety pounds of entirely-too-fiesty-for-her-size Wanderer girl launching herself in your direction, Cwirko. Oh, and welcome to Chicago. Sorry we couldn't manage the "not assaulting you" part.

Iris has been watching from the sidelines as the angel bleeds all over Cwirko's hands, able only to mouth oh my god over and over again. From where she is, and from what little she saw, it looks like Cwirko's trying to strangle him.

This is the second time she's watched a man dying, and she didn't even know angels could. Or no, she did, Millie hinted at that, but-- not like this. She'd never imagined that something so... transcendent could die in such a base and awful way. His throat torn out, bleeding something that looks like she'd cook it up in her cauldron.

For the longest time-- all of a few seconds, but it feels like forever-- she can only stand there, just like before, shuddering, gaping, her stomach threatening to turn itself inside out. And then it hits her, adrenaline and purpose in one smooth and violent flood

[duat_die]

Okay, and now more kids are attacking him! What the hell is going on in this part of town?

At least Cwirko's hands aren't on his P-90 at the moment. They were on the field dressing, and now they're abruptly not and in the split second where his hand goes to his ka-bar, he realizes he's not being attacked.

"What the hell are you doing!" he demands, lunging forward again, putting a hand on her shoulder to shove her away. "He's going to bleed out if you don't-"

Keep pressure on the wound, is what he's about to say, except that she's poured something right down his gullet, and while he seems to be spluttering, his limbs are moving and the field dressing's shifted to reveal something other than a gaping hole in his chest.

Aaand that's when the angel realizes he's on the ground with two wanderers crouched over him, miraculously not dead, and in a prime position to start kicking and scrambling away.

[weareshadows]

"Wanderers!"

This particular kid grew up knowing angels were better - faster, stronger - than any of the humans on the streets, and if he could just get a jump on that wanderer, he should have bled red, right? He wasn't supposed to be able to fight back. No human was. but then he had, and now there were two of them, and he was sure that guy shot him or something and no, this was so far from cool.

"Just get away from me! Let me go!"

[sophicsulphur]

Now that she's done her duty, Iris is perfectly fine with heeding that command. She scrambles back up and away from the angel, half-crawling, taking a few awkward tries to actually get to her feet.

Putting a reasonable distance between the pair and herself, she stands, trembling from the adrenaline rush, glancing rapidly between the both of their faces and trying to determine if, now that the angel's healed, she should just get the crap out of here.

But if that guy was trying to kill the angel, it's probably not a good idea to leave them alone.

"It's okay," she says, holding up her hands in the best gesture of deference she can muster. "I've let you go. Not going to hurt you, just-- just didn't want to-- to see anyone die here today, that's all. I-I'm a healer. That's all."