choose what you're risking it for

“Can you do me a solid and pretend to be my family for a few minutes, so I can get a bigger tent?”

Tell ‘em you need extra room for your imaginary AI friend. I’m sure that’ll help.

Arthur closed his eyes, as his heart thundered in his chest. Falling back on the old breathing exercises he had used back in two, Arthur focused on breathing in and out as evenly as he could - as he waited for Pilgrim to be brought out of the makeshift treatment room. Feeling a sharp twinge in his own ribs, Arthur ignored it, as he tried not to think of the moment he had witnessed the young dog becoming trapped under a piece of debris. So many others had lost more than he had - and yet here he was, in a semi-panicked state over the well being of his dog. He had heard that not everyone had made it through the portkeys. Pietro, Kol, Finnick and Dylan were missing - and for now, presumed lost. Seeing the heartbreak in Annie’s face as the last portkey arrived without Finnick had been painful, as had the moments silence that had followed. But then the world caught up, and Arthur had brought Pilgrim here - to the makeshift medical facility - after ensuring the young witch he had aided was safely under another’s care. So focused, was Arthur on his breathing and not allowing his panic to get the better of him (he didn’t have Pilgrim this time to help him through the attack); that the Knight was caught by surprise when a hand landed on his shoulder - causing him to visibly flinch. “S-Sorry,” Arthur said, as he opened his eyes to greet the other. “I’m sorry.”

Leo’s heart had begun lurching in his chest, uneven and painful, and aside from all of the other disasters that had crashed down on their heads, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. Years of experience in emergency trauma had taught him how to keep, if not calm, then at least breathing steadily to avoid exactly such a reaction, so he was puzzled -- but when he saw Arthur’s shoulder’s shaking, and watched as his ribs hitched with uneven breath, he wondered if he hadn’t caught onto what was happening.

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” he said. His hand tightened slightly on Arthur’s shoulder, more gentle than the gruff tone that came from his mouth. “Can you do me a favor an’ hold your breath for a count of five. . .there you go. . . and let it out.” He knew Arthur knew the breathing techniques. . .had, in fact, helped him learn them once upon a hell of a long time ago. Sometimes reminders were necessary, particularly when a panic attack looked like it was barreling down the way. He waited until the tremors under his hand lessened, at least, before letting it fall from Arthur’s shoulder. “You waitin’ to hear about Pilgrim?”

karlurbans:

“I always assumed he’d be–”                     “–a Vodka guy, exactly.”

#I WANT THE DELETED SCENE OF BONES SPYING CHEKOV PUTTING THE BOTTLE IN THE LOCKER BEFORE THEY LEFT ON THEIR 5 YEAR MISSION #I WANT TO SEE BONES FIRST TRY TO GET THE COMBINATION OUT OF CHEKOV WHEN HE’S DRUNK #THEN I WANT BONES AND THE BROKEN LEG OF A MEDICAL CART TRYING TO JIMMY THE LOCK #BREAKING THE LOCKER DOOR VERY VERY CLEARLY #THEN GRABBING THE BOTTLE #SHUTTING THE DOOR OVER EVEN THOUGH IT’S OFF A HINGE #AND DENTED #AND WALKING AWAY LIKE HE DID NOTHING #AND TELLING SOMEONE WHO SAW EVERYTHING THEY SHOULD ‘GET THAT FIXED’

“Well, don’t.” 

He couldn’t explain how he knew, but despite him asking, he was already sure Kat was okay. Somewhat subconsciously though, Dean lifted a hand and tucked some hair behind his ear at the comment, grumbling his reply. “Don’t know why I can’t just cut it off. I had to tie it into a bun during trainin’ yesterday. A bun,” he repeated, looking incredulous. At the reply about the twins, he smiled, his laugh sounding more like a huff. “Cute. Either one as grumpy as you yet, or were they blessed with their mom’s genes?”