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Hands On Combat Training
Characters: Roy Miller, Martha Jones
Rating: PG-13 - non gory combat training
Trigger Warnings: very mild consensual violence
Location: Hospital, then by the lake
Day and Time: July 6th, 6am
Status: Closed to Martha Jones
He'd had a rough late night. He'd gotten in the middle of a scuffle between 2 maniacs who wanted a little venting violence. And he'd torn the just barely healed wound on his shoulder for his trouble. He'd gone back to his apartment and patched himself up, applied new gauze, some scar and infection preventing lotion, and a new shirt.
Then he'd tucked in for a brief rest, to get over the adrenaline of combat. An altercation where both parties had immediately pushed him out and then summarily ignored him. Fine, they wanted him out, he left. No problem. From his window, he could see a lake, with a large patch of empty grass, far enough away from everything that Martha and him could have some privacy.
By 5, he was up, stuffing a towel and some swimming trunks into a duffel and heading out to the hospital by 5:30, after a very small breakfast. Toast, coffee, and that was pretty much it. Almost exactly at 6am, he was at the hospital, knocking on the door for her. Punctual, to a fault.
Rating: PG-13 - non gory combat training
Trigger Warnings: very mild consensual violence
Location: Hospital, then by the lake
Day and Time: July 6th, 6am
Status: Closed to Martha Jones
He'd had a rough late night. He'd gotten in the middle of a scuffle between 2 maniacs who wanted a little venting violence. And he'd torn the just barely healed wound on his shoulder for his trouble. He'd gone back to his apartment and patched himself up, applied new gauze, some scar and infection preventing lotion, and a new shirt.
Then he'd tucked in for a brief rest, to get over the adrenaline of combat. An altercation where both parties had immediately pushed him out and then summarily ignored him. Fine, they wanted him out, he left. No problem. From his window, he could see a lake, with a large patch of empty grass, far enough away from everything that Martha and him could have some privacy.
By 5, he was up, stuffing a towel and some swimming trunks into a duffel and heading out to the hospital by 5:30, after a very small breakfast. Toast, coffee, and that was pretty much it. Almost exactly at 6am, he was at the hospital, knocking on the door for her. Punctual, to a fault.