Magius (magius) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-15 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, magius, pamela swynford de beaufort |
In the darkness, friends hold the line
Who: Magius and Pam
Where: Her place
What: When Pamela's dreams go bad, they go really bad. Cue the arrival of her Doctor to even the tide.
When: Oct 10th
Warnings/Rating: PG-13, with Warnings for mentions of torture, blood and pain.
Status complete
Magius was not happy when he finished texting with Pamela. He knew that she would not ask for help unless it was serious, and so he had packed two bulging bags, one of medical supplies, and one of magical ones. When he was ready, he chanted the minor direct teleport spell, and he popped into existence outside the address described, stepping up to the door and knocking.
“Pam? It’s Magius!”
Pam had woken up in pain, and was now progressing to full on pissed off. “It’s unlocked!” She’d managed to stagger to the door and then sink back onto her couch. She knew it looked ugly; the chains had been silver, she was sure.
He opened the door and slipped in, closing it behind him, and then swore as he saw her. “Great Paladine!’ Then he composed himself. “Tell me, please, exactly what happened.” He moved to her side and settled the kits, and started opening them.
Philters and vials came out, and small things of this or that, and swabs and lotion. He was preparing to have to cleanse her entirely, if he had to.
“Dream,” Pam managed, relieved to see him. “In the dream, I was captured and - ow, fuck! - tortured. For my maker.” Fucking Eric. He wasn’t even here and she hated him. “Silver chains,” she managed as she shifted onto her back, the better for him to work.
Magius winced and began carefully cleaning her. With an apologetic glance, he removed clothing that was in the way, where it was and cleaned her, with magic and with medical chemicals, removing the taint of silver from her wounds until they were clean. He hated to inflict the pain it took to do so, but he knew he had to.
“I know the pain of torture. From the way you speak of them, I am assuming silver is anathema to vampires in your dream world as it was in mine.” He stroked hands over her skin and started chanting a spell. He did not have higher level healing powers any more, but smaller ones… he could do. Warmth would flow to her body and her wounds, and strength and her skin would begun to knit together once more.
Pam had figured some of her clothes would have to go, and it wasn’t like Doc Magius was ogling. Or if he was, he kept it to himself. She bit her lip, trying not to bark at him - he was helping, for Christ’s sake. “Seems that way.” Most of her felt like it was on fire, and it hurt like hell when Magius put on whatever he was putting on, but she could deal - after a while, the places he’d touched started to feel cool, like they were being iced.
Then the magic started, and she let out a soft sigh as the cool feeling began to spread. “It’s not gone,” she managed, “but feels a lot better. The scars still there?” She didn’t want to risk moving her neck right now; there'd been an ugly chain mark right across her throat.
“Its fading, but yes. Must take longer to heal, or more powerful spells.” He frowned, not happy to not be able to finish the job. He even concentrated and her clothing began to reknit, repairing itself and shedding the blood it had soaked in.
He looked up to her then, pale and tired, and nodded. “I fear that is all I can do for the moment, but I may be able to help more as time goes on.” He blew out a long breath, anger in his eyes. “Torturers should all find their devices turned on them.”
Pam was mostly amused when she felt her clothes start to mend themselves; the rips were disappearing over the scars, which was both good and bad. “I’m just glad I can move,” she said, clenching a fist to test things. She could see how drained he was. “Is it really bad?” Shit, if he was that tired, maybe she’d really been in trouble.
“It was. Yes. It’s better now. It looked worse than scarring, more like scarred tattoos, if you’ve ever seen them. “ He made a face as he rose to his feet, then eyed her. “Do you want to talk about it?” THe offer was gentle.
“The dream pissed me off more than anything.” Pam didn’t quite want to get up, but she carefully rose to a sitting position, wincing. She could see her hands and arms when she did that, sighing. “Fuck, my girlfriend is going to freak out. But no. In the dream, my maker was being hunted, and to force him out, they got a hold of me and messed with me.”
“Ahhh, never a fun thing.” Magius shook his head. “I’ve been tortured before myself for others.” One hand touched her arm and sent a wave of soothing warmth through her. He wanted her as strong as she could get.
“I don’t even blame the Magister,” Pam murmured, closing her eyes at the magic. “I fuckin’ blame Eric. Even though Dream Me never would.” She didn’t entirely like her dream self; at the beginning she and Eric Northman had been two of a kind, but recently she’d felt almost used.
Magius nodded and rubbed his face. "How are you feeling?" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Did he cause this?" Pam was one of his friends and he did not like bad things happening to those he cared for.
“Eric? He pissed off the Magister, but it wasn’t that hard to do that.” Pam remembered the dream wryly. “I just woke up like this. The Magister’s idiots pinned me under a bolt of silver chains in the dream, and then I wake up feeling like my sheets are on fire.”
Magius nodded. He produced a small vial. “Here. Essence of Wyrmlight. If you ever wake in such a state again, drink it immediately. It will push away the pain and stabilize you until I can come to help.” He handed it over.
“What is it?” She trusted him, but was mostly just curious. It had a strange light to it. “It looks ... pretty.” There was a tinge of something in it that seemed otherworldly, and she didn’t want him to use something expensive or valuable on her.
“It’s the essence of magic both of human and dragon kind, carried in a solution of purified water. It is distilled from the blood of a human wizard and a dragon sorcerer.” He nodded to her.
“You shouldn’t use that on me.” Pam turned her head. “Doc. I mean. It sounds expensive.” She wasn’t necessarily saying she wasn’t worthy, but surely there was something less ... sounding like it would cost her entire yearly income.
“Yes I should! You are my patient and you are my friend.” He shook his finger at her, a snap of anger there, then it drained away. “I am asking you… please take it. I have far too few friends in this world to lose one I value and respect.”
Pam was actually sort of touched by that. She looked up at him, face drawn, almost abashed. This was the first time she’d heard Doc Magius raise his voice, and it sort of opened her eyes to the fact that he kind of cared for her. Not romantically; he knew she wasn’t for him and she thought he had his own girl anyway, but still. She hadn’t known he even gave a damn.
“Thanks,” she said instead. “Okay. Doctor’s orders, right?” She managed a pained smile.
He cared, even if he tried to be the efficient and quiet doctor, never showing favoritism. “You’re welcome.” And he nodded. “Exactly. Rest is good for you, and possibly some company, to keep your… spirits up, if you have others you will trust.” He nodded to her again.
“These are dangerous days, and more and more Dreamers are awakening. Seems like the dreams themselves are bleeding through, so to speak. Watch your ass, and keep it safe. And if you ever need my help, let me know.”
Pam knew he meant business, and she nodded as best she could. “I’ll keep it safe. And I have some people I can call.” Maia, obviously, and maybe that Eli girl could help. Maybe she knew a way to get rid of the scars.
“Thanks, Doc.” She looked up at him, quietly pleased. “A girl might get used to the house calls.”
Magius blushed, a touch. “A man could get used to calling on a girl.” Then he chuckled to her, and nodded. He would always come, for she was important. Even as she had her lady and he had his.
And that was as it should be.
~fin~