tenarmstoholdyou sent:
"Oh, merci. Zhis would mean so much to me. Even if you can only find a way to give him just a little more time- you would 'ave my eternal gratitude, dear friend." He nuzzles the Medic, purring, making soft affectionate chirring noises.

“I’m sure I can help somehow. With zhe miracles of our technology, here in zhis business, I almost guarantee zhat I can at least ease some of his suffering. Zhis gentleman, vhere is he now?”

He smiles at the affectionate Tentaspy, his good friend.

tenarmstoholdyou sent:
"Oh, merci beaucoup, mon ami." He kisses his cheeks, his aqua eyes glittering hopefully. "Zhere is someone who I 'ave grown to love. 'Is name is Andre, a researcher in zhe underground. 'E is very sweet to me and I adore 'im, but 'e is-- ill. Very ill, so much zhat 'e does not 'ave a long life ahead of him. I was wondering if you could come and 'ave a look at him, see if you could 'elp at all. I would be so grateful."

Kissing the Tentaspy back in the same fashion, he furrows his brow. “Ill? I’m so sorry. Of course, Krake. Of course, I’d be happy to look at him. I’ll try my best. If he is zhat sick, I am not sure if I can do much, but I will always do my best.”

tenarmstoholdyou sent:
"Abel? Mon ami, are you in? I need your 'elp wizh somezhing, s'il vout plait. Someone I love is in need of medical assistance."

He was at attention as soon as he heard Krake’s voice. And upon hearing that he knew someone who needed medical help, well, he was at the door of the Medbay in no time.

Opening the door, he beckoned Krake in. “Come, come. I’m in. Vhat can I do for your friend?”

blusollyjd:

Reaching up with his non dog-petting hand, he rests it over Abel’s, closing his eyes, a little smile playing on his face. He felt so much better now. Being in such close proximity to Abel, being touched by him, made a world of difference.

“Good. Stay. … Christ, I’ve missed you so damn much, you don’t even know. It’s like you’ve been here but a million goddamn miles away, and… hell, it doesn’t matter. You’re here now. Don’t go anyplace for a while. It’s better when you’re here.”

He felt as if he had a good footing on things again. Abel gone was hard. Everything stood out more starkly, things hurt more. It was hard to fathom how much a difference someone made in your life until they were removed from it. Now that Abel was back, he felt much warmer, far less lonesome, steadier.

“I will stay. I’m loyal like zhat.”

He gave a soft chuckle, a twinkle of life shining in his eyes. Loyal to the end. He’d do anything the American asked for him, for Jane would do the same for him. Such a profound bond they held. It was unbreakable, unshakable, even with all their rifts and misunderstandings.

Bringing up a chair, sat beside the man. Rumbling out a few soft words in German, he began to lovingly pat the man’s hair. Gentle pets, tender gestures of his adoration.

“I am not going anyvhere.”

blusollyjd:

He sits, Peach trotting over and resting her head on Daddy’s lap. Jane continues to pet her. It was soothing, and he’s feeling more at ease by the minute. Dog therapy really did help. Not that being in the company of his pretty-much-husband hurt either.

“I’m… I’ll be okay, babe. Just a hell of a thing. Being eaten by itself, and then having a buddy being the one eating you, that’s just… christ…”

Peach whines a bit and licks his hand.

The Medic remembered a time when a good friend of his ripped his throat out and ate part of him. A tenta-hybrid as well, he had gone feral. It was an accident, of course, neither meant it to happen, but he remembered the agony, and the feeling of his skin, muscle and bone being ripped through and crunched. 

A violent shudder rippling through his body, he put the kettle on and returned to Jane. He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, lovingly nuzzling him and giving him the comfort he desperately needed. “I am here for you, liebe. And I will be here for you zhe rest of zhe night. I’m not leaving your side, just like Peaches.”

blusollyjd:

It was something not everyone could do, taking his helmet like that. In fact, looking back, the fact that Abel had done it the first time they’d spoken at length and Jane hadn’t busted him in the mouth was a sign, perhaps, that they were meant to be.

But the Soldier was comfortable with it. He needed no barriers around his Medic.

“Okay. Thanks.”

He feels better now, if not a touch jittery, but he’s not going to let that stand in the way of letting Abel care for him. Getting up, he follows the German into the Medbay wing, ruffling Peach between the ears when she trots up to them happily. She’s technically Abel’s dog- a Christmas present from two years’ prior- but she adores both of them.

Dogs could heal. They could ease emotions and help humans get through the grief process, or any other tragic situation caused by an equally tragic event. Dogs were amazing. Any pet could be the perfect medication when it came to recovery.

Shooing Jane, helping him down into a chair, he went over to the small stove they had. Used for heating up water for the patients, and for the occasional tea and coffee. He decided coffee with a touch of whisky in it, just for Jane.

“Jane… are you sure you’re alright?”

blusollyjd:

“…I know.”

He smiled then, a smile flickering onto his lips. Of course he knew. Abel would protect him as sure as he would protect Abel. They took care of one another always, were utterly devoted to each other.

His hand releases his pendant, reaches around to complete the embrace. His helmet tilted back, he looks up.

“Sorry about your stuff. You… want me to leave you alone so you can get your work done? Know you’ve been real goddamn busy lately.”

He feels a little bad about the scattered paperwork, though he had to admit being held like this was nice. Almost made getting eaten up by a ravenous friend worth it.

“No. Don’t you dare apologize. My work? It can stay zhere for zhe night. Right now I have a patient to tend to…”

He didn’t care about his documents and paperwork. He didn’t care about any reports he had to fill out. Those could wait until daybreak. Right now he wanted to put aside his role as a Medic, and he just wanted to be human, and a lover. He just wanted to hold his Soldier and comfort him through this harrowing ordeal.

Gently taking the helmet off of the American, he tenderly kissed his forehead. “Come. Let me make you something to drink.”

blusollyjd:

“…eaten…”

It sounds so strange. One could mistake it for delierium. But the word was clear- eaten. The Soldier, at least by his own account and as strange as it seemed, had been devoured alive.

He leans into that touch. Stays close. He is stronger in Abel’s presence, claws himself back to some form of coherence. His one hand, though, stays clutched tight around the pendant. Still protecting it, as he’d been told to so long ago.

Deep breaths. Calm down, pull yourself together. You’re a goddamn Soldier.

“…JJ, he… fuck, he wasn’t himself… tried to fight him off but…”

Eaten. That word sent a violent shiver to pass through him. Caused his breath to hitch almost painfully.

JJ. He knew of him, of course. Even his twin knew of the Soldier. He was a good man. A good friend, too. He had recently become a hybrid, and had been doing well with the change. But he had eaten Jane…? What had provoked it? Was it a fight? Or had he gone feral? From what Jane said, it sounded like a feral episode.

“Sssh,” he calmly murmured. “It’s all over. I’m here. No one will hurt you, not vhile I’m here.”

He had that spark of emotion that made him want to protect Jane, even from JJ, if the Soldier came around again. He wasn’t going to seek revenge, that was something his brother would do. But he also wanted to watch over his beloved.

blusollyjd:

His hand didn’t leave the pendant it was clutching, the other tracing along his neck, along a fading mark that oddly resembles… teeth marks?

But that voice, that voice calling his name- it snaps him out of his daze with a gasp, and he quickly turns, his jaw dropping a bit.

He’s seen precious little of his Medic, so swamped as he’s been the last few weeks. Jane thought it best to leave him be as much as possible- the less he was bothered, the sooner he’d get done, after all. But he’d missed him terribly.

For once, the Soldier known for his loud mouth doesn’t speak a word- simply reaches out and pulls his steadfast lifeline close to him.

Abelärd automatically brings him close, and holds him fast. Papers be damned. He leaves the documents lay where they fell. The Soldier was a bit more important than work, and right now the American looked so fragile. Ashen and pallid was his color. He was trembling, a shaking mess. And the fear in his eyes, this man was drowning in the memories of his demise. One could be certain of that.

“Jane,” he murmured. “Vhat on earth happened?”

Peeling off a glove, he let his naked hand brush against the Soldier’s forehead. Skin-on-skin contact. He learned by trial and error that the American needed physical contact in order to feel safe. Words didn’t mean as much. Words could be lies. But touch often couldn’t lie.

Examining Jane’s neck, he sighed. “Vas it an accident? Rocket jumping? Or vas it something else?”

blusollyjd:

*ffffzzzzZZZZZZCHT*

*well, someone just Respawned. With his knees pulled up to his chest. Deathgripping his pendant and panting, eyes wide as saucers beneath the brim of his helmet, feeling phantom pains in his chest and neck*

“….”

Abelärd had just finished riffling through the resupply cabinets in the Respawn room when he heard that familiar noise. Oh, dear. Someone had perished at god-knows what fate. It was odd, though. It wasn’t a day for fighting, so what had happened? Possibly an accident. Yes, must be.

Closing the metal locker’s door, he glanced over at whoever had manifested from the afterlife. The files and documents he had kept in those manila folders of his slipped from his hands. In his surprise he dropped them, the papers flitting about like autumn leaves falling from a tree.

“JANE!”