Jenny Flint warmed a coldblooded heart (lockpickingmaid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-20 13:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jenny flint, madame vastra |
"Do be careful, Miss Flint."
Who:Madame Vastra and Jenny Flint
What:Vastra comes over to tend to an ill Jennny
When:Shortly after this
Where:Jenny's flat
Rating:PG-13 for a very brief mention of nudity.
Status:Complete
Jenny had hated being ill because she had to call in sick for the week. Sure, her work was more than glad she was gone because she was very ill and never seemed to not be working. So here she was with a cool cloth on her forehead, the Jaffa cakes beside her, TV on and was tucked into bed with the empty box of tissues beside her bed.
This was unpleasant on so many levels. She’d given the key code for her to come up and in so she didn’t have to get up to answer the door. She coughed and managed to spill juice on herself and groaned to try and find another cotton nightshirt. She found it but was finding it increasingly difficult to remove the shirt on already to put the other on. As she lifted her head above her shoulders she leaned forward only to be caught by already familiar, cold hands.
Vastra had, of course, made short work of picking up what Jenny had asked her for. She had every store in the general area memorised, knew most of their inventory by heart - it was just one of those things she did, one that quite often came in handy.
“Do be careful, Miss Flint.” Even now, the formality was there. That wasn’t likely to change any time soon. “I shouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I would be fine, Ma’am. Just rather light headed. Be a dear and help me remove this dripping top so something dry can be put on?” Jenny was nowhere near the modest type when it came to a medical need.
And that was really how things should always be. Vastra had never seen a point in modesty when your health was at stake. She assisted Jenny with removing that top, as best she could, making very sure not to let her eyes linger anywhere improper. “You’ll be lying down after this, I assume?”
“I will, I take I will get some protest from you if my answer be any different.” Once she was in a dry and clean nightgown, she pulled her feet back under the blankets and got herself comfortable again before starting to cough. What a wonderful time, except not.
“The most protest in recorded history.” It wasn’t unheard of for her to care, after all. Vastra was slowly developing a reputation for having a warm heart underneath the cold and rather blunt exterior. “I have everything you asked for. Now, I believe, would be a good time for you to partake of some of it.”
Jenny couldn’t help a slight chuckle at that, shaking her head. “And they tell me in talking to others that you are frigid in your tongue, Ma’am. Seems there is a soft warmth in you after all.” She teased and took the daytime nyquil medicine, with the water she had and looking through the soups. “You have exquisite taste...” She picked the one she would enjoy most at that time before opening the tissues and blowing her nose as ladylike as one actually could when ill.
Once cleaned up she groaned and tipped her head back to reach for her glass. “Care to put some ice in this and assist me in putting half juice and half ginger ale into it? Then heating the soup?
It took an extraordinary sort of person to get this deep into Vastra’s good side. Miss Flint, it seemed, held every required asset and more. “Your wish is my command, Miss Flint. It wouldn’t do to have you wanting.”
Jenny may very well have blushed at that, choosing to blame a fever if the other woman so asked. “‘You can figure out where everything is in my kitchen after all, do you some good and choose whatever is in the fridge to make something to your own liking. I will sit here and wait for the medicine to take it’s effect. If you would...” As she spoke a little skunk hopped up onto the bed and nuzzled her. “Feed this one if you could, her food is in the pantry.”
An interesting pet to keep, certainly, but Vastra wasn’t about to judge. She’d seen far, far stranger in her time... “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone keep one of them as a pet... I’ll make sure to feed her.”
“Her name is Buttercup. And she is the sweetest thing... when she doesn’t try to kill the neighbor's yappy chihuahua. But it’s a good thing to try and kill him, huh.” Kissed the skunk on the nose and smiled. “She’s deglanded, so don’t be worried.”
Well, chihuahuas certainly were the spawn of Satan himself, so Vastra couldn’t argue with that. “I knew you would’ve dealt with that. You’re too clever to have it any other way.”
And there Jenny was blushing again, what was with this woman? She shook her head and coughed several time, partially to fake the distress in her cheeks from the attention, the actual needing to cough being there.
Vastra would, of course, deny that she was purposely making Jenny blush. It just happened to be a coincidence, two completely unrelated factors combining into a misleading image... “I shall return shortly. You clearly need your rest, my dear.”
“I trust you won’t set fire to my kitchen?” Teasing again as she eased to turn the documentary back on and tip her head back to just relax.
Now, why would Vastra do something silly like that? She rolled her eyes, but fairly good-naturedly. “I promise you shall still have your kitchen when I’m done.”
Try as Jenny might, she tipped her head down and fell for a quick nap. Even with the caffeine of the medicine to help it was no match for how exhausted she was. The skunk came up and tucked under her hand as she slept... waiting only for Vastra to wake her... or let her sleep a while longer.
Vastra was certainly going to let her sleep. The poor girl was clearly unwell, and the more she rested, the better - to occupy herself, she made a point of cleaning up the flat a little, even doing some of the laundry she found hanging around.
When she felt enough time had passed, she set to dealing with the soup, bringing it to the bedroom once it was done. She set it to one side, lightly shaking the other woman to attempt to rouse her. “Miss Flint? It’s time to wake up.”
Groggy the woman made protest against waking up, turning the other direction to the nudging and squished her face into the pillow. She let out an adorable murmur of “Nnno...” before tucking the pillow over her head.
Even a woman like Vastra could admit that was rather adorable. “Come on. I’d hate to have this food go to waste.”
Jenny gave another whimper of protest and turned further away... only to fall flat on her face on the ground. “...ow.”
Well. That was unfortunate. Vastra moved to assist the other woman, feeling that being on the floor wasn’t exactly conductive to things like that... “You really must be more careful, my dear.”
She felt rather foolish as she got back into a proper position in bed. “I really should, can’t become injured whilst being ill. Would really make this all the more awful.” She took the food when offered and gave a nod of thanks. “How long was I asleep for, Ma’am?”
“Long enough. A few hours.” And Vastra had kept herself admirably occupied. She’d barely noticed the time going by. “Do you feel any better for it? Your unexpected fall aside...”
“I feel quite better, many thanks.” She took a sip of the soup and looked around for her cup to get the drink. She needed the bubbles and the cold.
Vastra was, of course, quick to take the glass and hand it over. “Here. I prepared for this.”
Jenny smiled and took a sip. “You think of everything, Ma’am.” Set it down and focused on her soup. “Thank you for such kindness. It is a dreadful thing being ill without assistance.”
That was something that Vastra could understand entirely. Illness was one of those things about being human that she truly detested. “You deserve such kindness, Miss Flint. Especially now.”
And there was the pink of cheeks all over again. What is with this woman? She’d never had such reactions! Either way, she willed it down and focused on her soup. “What did you make of the idle time whilst I slept?”
Such reactions were clearly down to the illness and nothing more, in Vastra’s opinion at least. “I made some sense of the chaos that is your flat. Your pet is rather affectionate, isn’t she?”
“Forgive the mess then, I’d hadn’t time to pick up, or the desire to as I started to become ill.” Blushed, embarrassed for the mess her acquaintance had to have seen to clean. “And she’s an affectionate little blighter, yes. Can be a bit of a pain at times, but lovely most.”
Honestly, Vastra had seen worse messes. She understood, all too well, what things could be like if you got lost in your work. “There’s nothing to forgive, Miss Flint.”
Speak of the little devil. Buttercup came up and rested on her feet. Jenny smiled and reached up to get her treats and handed one to the skunk. “Here you go... Thank you for sticking by me while I am ill, little one.” She smiled to Vastra. “Care to offer her one?”
“Are you sure she’d let me?” Vastra had, admittedly, a bad track record with animals. She didn’t understand why or how... maybe it was just down to how cold she tended to be. Not that she ever noticed herself.
“You’re right. Here.” She took out the treat and placed into into the other woman’s hand before turning the hand over and kissing the top of it. She then looked to the skunk and smiled. “See, a friend.” Kissed again and the skunk came over and sniffed for the treat.
Well. That was certainly an interesting way of showing ‘friend’. Vastra may well have blushed, ever-so-slightly, something barely noticeable but definitely there. “This is one of the most unusual things I’ve done in a while... not that I mind.”
“I have a rather unorthodox pet, it happens.” The skunk tried to force its muzzle into her clenched hand, pawing a few times. “Heh... Patient little bit.”
“That you do, Miss Flint...” Vastra offered up the treat for said unorthodox pet, the slightest of smiles on her lips. “I do believe I like her, though.”
“And I do believe she likes you, Ma’am.” Smirked as the skunk ate the treat than began bumping its nose against her hand. “Means she wants you to pick her up.”
“And how does one hold a skunk properly?” It was a legitimate question, in Vastra’s humble opinion. She’d hardly had much cause to investigate such things.
Jenny giggled softly. “Much like you would a cat, silly.” Grinned and lifted her up into her arms. “Like... that just make sure not to touch her chi-” Eeped because the skunk would chomp down onto the nearest fingers. Which would be Jenny’s because she shoved it there quickly so as to not get Vastra hurt.
Well, that was a wonderfully pleasant experience. Vastra would’ve gladly taken being bitten over Jenny having to take it, simply because the other woman was already going through enough. “Careful!”
“I’ll be fine. Been bitten by her before.” Despite the blood now running down her finger. “Lovely... She was a rescue and had been kicked in the face and had her jaw broken. Not her fault. Mind getting me a cloth?”
Vastra was quick to fetch one, not wanting to give Jenny even more cause to be ill. “Some people are... unnecessarily cruel.”
“They are.” She wrapped it around her finger and went as to stand to grab the first aid kit when cold hands stopped her again. “It is bottom drawer of the bathroom. Please ignore items of novelty variety. I’ve not expected people over.”
Ah. Those sorts of things. Vastra pointedly ignored them when she retrieved the kit, not wishing to intrude on her private life in the slightest. What a woman did in her own private time was, honestly, her own business.
“Would you like me to attend to your wound?” True, Jenny likely could handle it herself, but it never hurt to make sure.
“If you so wish.” She smiled and held her hand out. It wasn’t anything too serious.
Therefore, it was relatively simply for Vastra to tend to. She’d had enough experience with wounds like that, largely due to her line of work. “There. You should be okay.”
“I should be, yes.” She looked as Buttercup had retreated to in her bed. “It is alright little bit, I know you didn’t mean it. Come back up.” Patted the bed and the skunk made her way up and this time by her hip while Jenny went back to eating.
Truly, one of the strangest things that Vastra had ever seen... and this time, she didn’t mean the skunk. She meant Jenny. The more she came to know this woman, the more she grew fond of her. “If there’s anything else you desire, Miss Flint, I remain your humble servant.”
“There is one other thing beside tending to me whilst I am ill.” She reached up to grab a file and a keycard. “This is the end lab work files I put together. They need to be put into order. Key card gains you access in, say I sent you in for me. Place it in the file, and please do try and not bump any of the samples I have down.”
Simple enough. Vastra had been half-expecting something more complex, but this was... well, rather lesser. You couldn’t have it all, she supposed. “I’ll attend to it immediately, if that’ll suit.”