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Tweak says, "outta my outta my head"

Benjy Fenwick (fenwick) wrote in scotopia,
@ 2008-09-25 23:23:00

WHO: Macwick
WHAT: Makin' a baby
WHERE: Mary's flat, London
WHEN: Late night/early morning, 25-26 September 1979

The ambush hadn't gone as planned. Benjy had been lounging in a corner with James, sharing a packet of crisps, while Lily, the "bit bent bird" (he had liked the alliteration on that one), and "the daft old todger" were doing their work. The Death Eaters entered the fray far earlier than expected, with the wards far from complete. Everything immediately descended into a swirling melee, with neither side gaining the upper hand though the Order had the numbers. Benjy had ducked and weaved, shot of spells, shrugged off injuries, until the Death Eaters had fled, leaving one sad sack of a man in the hands of seven battered freedom fighters.

Dumbledore had appeared then, and Benjy begged off when he and Doge settled down to interrogate the captured Death Eater. Exhausted and bloody, with a deep gash on his left cheek and one through his right eyebrow, along with countless bruises and a slight limp, he spun about, disapparating and appearing with a crack in Mary's flat.

"With my shield, love," he called into the dark, voice hoarse.

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mctits
2008-09-28 11:53 pm UTC (link)

Mary had cleaned her flat to within an inch of it's life, and had spent her remaining time pacing the living room, waiting for word about anyone, but Benjy in particular. When pacing had proved too stressful, she had taken a seat on her couch, and done a number on her nails- each one was bitten down to the quick. Nail biting, Mary had found, gave very immediate satisfaction, and she was quite sure she had just developed a very new, and very poor habit.

The moment she heard Benjy's voice in her kitchenette, she was off of her couch and into the tiny kitchen in a shot. She threw her arms around him and held him close and tightly, tears of relief already streaming down her face.

"You're alright, oh thank God, thank goodness, you're here- Oh, my- oh you're a mess, you poor thing- Are you alright? Oh, Merlin, is everyone alright? What happened?" Mary found herself babbling, her mind filled with too many questions, and unable to wait for an answer. And before she gave Benjy any real time to respond, she kissed him fiercely on the mouth.

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fenwick
2008-09-29 12:20 am UTC (link)

Still slightly dazed from the fierce wand-fight, Benjy found himself nearly bowled over and suddenly embraced. His arms automatically snaked about Mary's waist, and he opened his mouth to try and reassure her, to no avail. The young man's eyes drifted shut against the dark of the kitchenette as he surrendered himself to the kiss, returning it fervently - the right lid, swollen a bit and crusted with dried blood, had been half-closed anyway.

The kiss was cut short as Benjy pulled away to croak, "I'll bleed on you," with a raspy laugh. "Can't stand anymore," he decided suddenly, taking her by the hand and starting to hobble out of the kitchenette.

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mctits
2008-09-29 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Mary took charge, leading Benjy to the couch in her living room and fussing over him greatly. She left him by the couch to gather the basic healing supplies she had, as well as a cloth and water for some simple washing up.

Mary came back to Benjy lying on her couch, which is just as she wanted. She got right to work, cleaning wounds. "What happened? Are you alright? Did you all- Is everyone alright?'

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fenwick
2008-09-29 11:24 pm UTC (link)

"Death Eaters hit us before we were ready," Benjy explained, elevating the leg he'd been limping on and letting the other hang off the side of the couch. "Everyone's fine, love," he assured Mary, then added, "well, fine like I'm fine," with a chuckle. "Someone got a stunner off on one of them or aught, I s'pose, 'cause we had a captive when all was said and done."

The lad grit his teeth as his wounds were taken care of, but evidently the cut through his eyebrow was particularly painful; "That bloody well stings," he informed Mary through gritted teeth as she went to work on it, giving her a look suggestive of a wrongfully abused pet out of his one open eye.

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mctits
2008-10-05 12:20 am UTC (link)

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." replied Mary sympathetically, though she did not stop administering aid. His wounds needed treating, and all stinging, swelling, and most aching would subside as her magical treatments took effect.

She finished her last bit of work, and she put her wand and potions down, now gently stroking Benjy's hair and letting all her healing work take effect. Benjy had been right, he had bled on her, but she took no notice. "Are you alright? How are you feeling now? Would you like to sleep? I have Pepper Up, if you need some."

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fenwick
2008-10-05 12:38 am UTC (link)

He kept the rest of his complaints to himself, though the occasional wince or twitch were enough to show his discomfort at some of Mary's maneuvers. When she'd finished, Benjy felt experimentally at his right eye, prodding the skin for signs of puffiness, running a forefinger along his eyebrow to feel the lack of hair where the cut had raked through.

"Can't sleep," was his response to Mary's questioning. "It's always that way after a fight, even just a regular fist fight. I just got too much energy, like I'm still ready to hit something, only I got nothing to do with it no more." He shrugged, then reached for her free hand, cradling it in both of his own. "'Course, when I finally do sleep I'll probably pass out for about twelve hours and miss practice tomorrow."

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mctits
2008-10-06 12:58 am UTC (link)

Mary moved her free hand from Benjy's hair to his face, and ran a thumb gently over his cheek as he spoke, looking at him sweetly. Every night he (or Lily, or James or Lot, any of her friends) went off to do something related to the Order, Mary felt a knot in her stomach tighten. However, the knot was never so tight as when Benjy was a part of a plan, or in particular danger. The relief she felt when he came came was overwhelming and quite welcome.

She leaned over to press one sweet kiss to his forehead, and then dropped her lips a few inches lower to kiss him on the mouth. After the kiss, she stood, his hand still in hers. "Come on, we're off to bed." she said affectionately, giving his arm the lightest of tugs, in case there was an injury she had missed.

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fenwick
2008-10-06 01:15 am UTC (link)

Benjy's eyes flickered shut when she bent to kiss him, a small, fond smile playing over his lips. It widened when she touched her own to them, taking him somewhat unawares. A bit short and stocky, the lad was difficult to move if he didn't want to, and he was resisting now as Mary tugged at him.

"I only just got done saying how I can't sleep yet, love." He gently but firmly removed his hand from hers, patting the back of her palm before he laid his arm across his stomach. "Go on, then, I'll try to find something on the telly and be along when I'm ready. I'll keep it down, don't worry. And I'll try not to wake you when I come in." He grinned up at her, pressing his first two fingers to his lips, then to Mary's neck. "Doesn't usually work out that way, though, does it?"

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	mctits 2008-10-07 10:49 pm UTC (link)
	Mary's smile was sweet and loving, incongruous to her reply. "I said we were going to bed," she replied. "Not sleeping." Mary being who she was, her tone was gentle and sweet, nary a hint of sexual suggestion in her quite, accented voice. She began her walk to her bedroom, certain that Benjy, who was a clever boy, really, down deep- would follow behind. (Reply to this) (Parent)