Leave a Scar
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein, a doctor.
Prompt: Forehead
Notes: Table 9 of the 5x10 Prompts challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's got a cut on her forehead.
Janet giggled. Victor was nigh on heart attack. She was reasonably certain he would have fussed over her until she fell over dead if the doctors hadn’t been holding him back.
"Well, you’ll have a scar," the doctor standing in front of her said. She couldn’t remember his name. Started with a W…
"Okay."
"From here to here." He pointed at two points on his own forehead, starting just below the hairline and ending by his temple.
"Okay."
"Memory should be fine. Brain functions are normal."
"Okay."
"Could probably cover it up, if you wanted to."
"Okay."
"Would you like to do something this weekend?"
"I’m married."
The doctor looked shocked. "Really? Where is your husband, then?"
She grinned at him. "Out in the hall."
"I thought he was your father."
"Nope."
She hopped down off of the examination table and went to catch Victor.
"Oh, God! Are you okay?"
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him.
"I’m fine."
The doctor stalked by and muttered something about cradle-robbers ruining it for people their age.
"Go to hell!"
"Victor!"
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein, a doctor.
Prompt: Forehead
Notes: Table 9 of the 5x10 Prompts challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's got a cut on her forehead.
Janet giggled. Victor was nigh on heart attack. She was reasonably certain he would have fussed over her until she fell over dead if the doctors hadn’t been holding him back.
"Well, you’ll have a scar," the doctor standing in front of her said. She couldn’t remember his name. Started with a W…
"Okay."
"From here to here." He pointed at two points on his own forehead, starting just below the hairline and ending by his temple.
"Okay."
"Memory should be fine. Brain functions are normal."
"Okay."
"Could probably cover it up, if you wanted to."
"Okay."
"Would you like to do something this weekend?"
"I’m married."
The doctor looked shocked. "Really? Where is your husband, then?"
She grinned at him. "Out in the hall."
"I thought he was your father."
"Nope."
She hopped down off of the examination table and went to catch Victor.
"Oh, God! Are you okay?"
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him.
"I’m fine."
The doctor stalked by and muttered something about cradle-robbers ruining it for people their age.
"Go to hell!"
"Victor!"