Claire Bennet (x_clairebear_x) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-20 03:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | claire winchester |
WHO: Claire Bennet, Priestly, and Doctor Martha Jones (if she wants to tag in as well)
WHAT: Priestly's been attacked and injured by the Gentlemen.
WHEN: Right after this.
WHERE: The patio attached to Priestly's apartment.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Claire knew she was in good shape. She could keep up with most athletes she knew, and certainly had done her fair share of running over the past year and a half - whether it was away from someone who was trying to hurt her or to someone who needed her help. However, Claire hadn't run this fast, she didn't think, in a good, long while. The fairly short trip from her apartment, out of the building, across the courtyard, into the other building, and to Priestly's apartment, had passed by in a veritable blur. The fact that she'd managed to stay in contact with him over the PDAs while running was simply a testament to her being born a part of the 'technological generation'.
As she made her way inside his apartment, however, Claire finally stopped running and stared in faint horror at the chaos that greeted her. The place was, for all intents and purposes, a wreck. Normally kept straightened, it now looked as though a bomb had gone off inside the place. And the blood... oh God, the blood was enough to make her want to get sick right there on the spot. Not that Claire had issues with blood. Clearly, she didn't. But the fact that it was Priestly's blood made it exceptionally worse for her.
Shaking herself out of her shock, the blond continued through the living room and out to the patio. Her gaze landed on Priestly and she once again hesitated. This time, it wasn't the blood that got her however. It was, oddly enough, his hair.
For the first time since she'd met him, it wasn't in a mohawk. It was also a natural color rather than the blue, green, or whatever other color he felt like sporting that day, that it tended to be.
Focus! His hair is not what's important right now! The thought helped snap her back to the here and now. With a smile that was filled with worry, sorrow, and a touch of fear, Claire met Priestly's gaze as she moved toward him. She gave a small wave with one hand by way of a greeting and pulled a syringe from her pocket with her other hand. Without hesitation she slid it into her arm and began withdrawing some of her blood. Her gaze met his as she pulled the needle free of her skin, holding it up for him to see. The look she gave him was a questioning one, although she wasn't asking his permission to heal him but rather if he was prepared for what she was about to do. Because as far as Claire was concerned, there was no way in this world or any other that she wasn't injecting him with some of her blood in an attempt to heal his injuries before they took his very life.