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“I know – I spoke to the doctor who operated on you.” He had probably seen more people lying in a hospital bed, than most, but it still always felt like a punch to his stomach. Even though he knew Nick would be fine, he couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if – if he had not been fine; if the medical team had just arrived one moment too late. HE would be telling Helen and the kids then; making it his personal duty, because he knew the family best.

Of course, he knew did not have to tell Helen anything, but the thought still linger, just as any visit to a hospital was haunting him, whenever the smell of disinfectant was in the air. All the times he had seen Kate lie in a bed like this, hurt in the line of work to protect the planet. Just as Nick had been hurt this time. Protecting Earth and this planet. Trying his best to communicate with the species they were still fighting against right now. SCIENCE LEADS, but sometimes there was nothing science could do. Just like some humans didn’t want to listen to reason, there were species out there, who didn’t want to listen either. Daleks, Cybermen. And now this new species they didn’t even know the name of yet.

The concern written in lines on his face, wasn’t all just about Nick – part of it was, but he also worried about his wife, as just he worried about the troupes, humanity and the planet. Perhaps being here, rather than in his office, was a somewhat selfish decision, too, but since Nick had been hurt here in London… Well, it only seemed right to be here, too. It would distract both of them; the urge to get out there to join the fight needed to be subdued in both of them. For Nick, because, even though it was just a flesh wound, he needed plenty of rest and recovery time to heal, and for him because he was retired. Most days.

helen magnus & nick boyd | plotted starter | @lorestold

getting the abnormal had been the easy part. abnormals. several rescued from a smuggling ring - run by section 34. it had become clear that they were trying to move their captures from facility to facility, but thankfully nick's inside contacts have proven in valuable in rescuing the poor creatures in their various states of captivity and torture. it infuriates her each time she sees it and it truly never gets any easier - but she is at least grateful they have rescued almost all of the abnormals alive, albeit some in terrible states.

they were getting smarter though, 34, about pursuing her team through the city - and while they are being chased, they can't afford immediately heading back to the routes that would take them back underground, can't risk the government entities finding out. in the same vein however, helen has been unable to risk showing her face - and given her condition, she hasn't been able to assist in the field other than helping coordinate from her office - her own medical advice and nick ensure otherwise. no risks to her, no risks to their child, who has recently taken to trying to kick her spine straight out of alignment - though it seems particularly more aggressive that day.

helen doesn't give it much thought - mostly because it isn't something worrying when she's trying to coordinate three missions at a time, rescuing the captive abnormals while 34 gave chase. thankfully the teams have been able to shake them, with the last one confirming their breakaway over her earpiece. at least she can be assured mission success - and the feeling is still utter relief once she has indications that the teams have passed into the praxis tunnels and are returning with their new patients.

she stands to stretch, give her back a rest from her desk chair and to try and ease the tension that seems perpetual when one is growing a tiny human. abnormal. but something feels . . . strange. it feels like ice water has been dumped straight into her veins and she's acutely aware it generally means her blood pressure is doing a nosedive - it's not entirely unusual given her condition, but the feeling doesn't pass like it normally does. she grabs the edge of her desk as dizziness sweeps over her and that pain in her spine she'd chalked up to her little stowaway - it feels different. not unwholly familiar, but it's not an ache she should be having just yet. there are at least five weeks left (not that she's been counting).

her breath hitches, and helen finds herself rooted to the spot, letting it wash over her like a tidal wave. and it does pass after several long moments, but she is still somewhat thrown - and concerned. once she's sure the ground isn't going to rush up to meet her, she peels her earpiece out of her ear and sets it on her desk, taking a few tentative steps. she's fine - for a moment, and then a searing, white-hot pain tears across her that nearly makes her pass out on the spot.

instinctively her mind reaches out, forcing herself and her internal voice to remain calm.

nick.

she takes a steadying inhale, again trying to let the ache pass. it does, and helen catches her stolen breath. the pain is familiar in a way she doesn't want it to be, but something in her, almost instinctive, feels off.

we have a problem.

.🐝  *  ―  let’s bring some more positivity to the rpc by brightening someone’s day ! anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc. /always accepting

This one is for two people, because they are a package deal. I want to note that it is such a joy to read their threads on the dash, and to plot our fun lil group verses with both of them. <3

@mythictold Brandy first because I have known her 34859856897 years. Brandy you you might be one of the most iconic people in the dwrpc. The way Amanda tapping!13 is ingrained in all our minds from your very first blog to now?? Only you could've thought of that and executed that vision with such perfection. You are such a genuinely funny person, fiercely protective of your friends and insanely talented on top of all of that. I love your enthusiasm for writing, and teaching, and acting. Everything that you do in life, you put your whole heart and soul into, and that shows !!!

And ohmygoD how can I not mention Moira and Helen? Moira first because gosh, the way you created this brilliant, adorable genius that is Moira! I love that you show her excel in her field but struggle with holding onto this great legacy of her mother, brother and grandfather before her. I love that, because it feels so real and so honest and heartbreakingly beautiful. Moira has become an irreplaceable part of the UNIT rpc because you poured so much life into making her. And then there's your Helen, who blends so seamlessly into multiple universes that it's enough to make us question, wait, wasn't she in that show all along? I swear she was??? It's such a true talent to be able to do that not only multiple times, but to do that so well. <3

@lorestold And then there's Gray ! We haven't known each other as long, but it feels like forever because you are just so easy to talk to and so open, honest and such a joy! You're also such a creative powerhouse. Honestly. I love that it'll be 3am for you and you're still coming up with the newest best plot ever and it'll be the most detailed, carefully laid out, exciting thing we've all ever heard of and yet, despite this entire world you've created in like 0.2 seconds, you are still so open to plotting with everyone else and merging ideas to form something else new. Your enthusiasm for writing is infectious, and I mean that in the best way possible.

It extends to your characters too, the way you have fully fleshed out backstories for your ocs? Incredible. I'm obviously gonna talk about Nick because he's the character I'm most familiar with of yours. Gray, Nick is an incredibly detailed character. I love that you've allowed him to grow over time, allowed his story to develop and unfold so organically. He is so wonderfully real. And your 12? I know you keep saying you're still getting the hang of him but he sounds so much like 12 already that I'm excited to see where you go with him next. I love that you already have the most intricate lil headcanons for him. The snacks hc? I love. big fan. thanks. <3

they'd been ambushed by wraiths on a planet they weren't supposed to have been on - the wraiths, not the team that sam had been leading. it had already been cleared ahead of time; she was to oversee the gathering of information critical to current research. something simple. and then the priors had attacked. she'd remembered ordering the team back to the gate in a tactical retreat, her and another soldier from atlantis held their positions until the rest of the team was able to get back through the stargate.

an explosion - being launched off her feet - searing pain - ringing in her ears - it's only flashes that sam remembers before the familiar sensation of the gate washes over her and there are any number of medics - she does what she can to fend them off onto the other members of the team who need them, but when unconsciousness takes her, she can do little arguing.

of course it's @lorestold's voice that pulls her out of the abyss. his face that she sees when she manages to force her eyes open to the dim lighting of a medbay - though where this particular one is she can't decide. there are any number of options and frankly, she doesn't care.

"jack." she says simply, voice hoarse and tired, before instinctively she reaches out for him. it's always hit or miss, these missions that take up their day to day lives. and it will never not be terrifying to face the idea that one of them will not come home to the other.

aching muscles and burning ribs protest with how fiercely she hugs him, inhaling his scent. with her work on atlantis, their visits have mostly been over video screens lately - she doesn't realize how much she's missed him.

"it's not your fault." she clears her throat, finding her voice again as she takes mental inventory of herself, the aches and pains. how long has she been out? are the others okay? she wants to get out of this bed immediately, but knows if she even tries that jack might strap her down himself to keep her in place.

"this - these things happen. we knew the risks and always have." he has his work in d.c. and she has hers wherever they station her or ask her to help - they couldn't be a team forever. sg1 had been an exception for so long before they'd been forced to rotate team members; though if sam had it her way, it'd be her and jack against the world. the universe.

"i'm okay." she promises after another moment. "i'm okay."

it's far too late for her to be at the hospital normally, but she's covering a shift in the emergency department to make sure all bases are covered - it's a weekend, which usually means a slew of nonsense especially after 9pm and so far, it hasn't disappointed. so far she's seen a head injury from a late night game of football, a broken elbow from a garage party, an over-exhausted parent with a screaming child for an ear infection, a drug overdose, and three drunks with varying states of superficial injuries but convinced they're absolutely dying.

she definitely doesn't miss the nights spent in the department during her early years, but what sort of boss would she be if she didn't fill in down in the trenches as needed?

she's been listening to the scanner they have at the main nurses' station on and off - and it seems nick is having the same sort of night. mostly drunken nonsense, including what she's just heard - a chase, some absolute fools fleeing a bar fight, and now one was being dragged in with rebar through his leg after a nasty fall into a construction site during his attempted escape. but he's bringing that particular moron in with taylor, so at least there's a small bright spot to the evening in seeing him.

she jots down vitals as the paramedics with the police relay of their two drunken brawlers - one is headed straight to precinct, so thankfully she'll only have one to handle. nicole is still listening to the scanner, the pair of them amused beyond measure and doing the worst job at hiding it.

"having fun, darling?" helen greets as nick strolls in with the cuffed suspect strapped to the ambulance gurney. yes, there's certainly a rebar through the man's leg. what's left of one, at least. particularly nasty - but the man doesn't seem to care, given how drunk he seems to be. "here i was thinking you might be bored tonight."

Saw this and thought of Kate instantly lmaoooo

kate slamming some guys head into a table: you see that? that's what happens when you apply FORCE! that's science bitch !

She'd hesitated to call their American counterparts at first. Not because she didn't value their input, but because initially, there had been very little to report on. When their scientific team had first alerted her to the problem, it had been nothing but unusual oceanic readings. Point of origin? The Atacama Trench.

Certainly, nothing that warranted this sort of response. Had she known it would turn into this, a race against time to save an alien species against their own operatives, well... she might have asked Ed if he minded making her an extra strong coffee this morning. Never mind.

The lightness in her tone faded away somewhat as she spoke again, stepping a little closer to Nick.

❝ Of course, our Ministry of Defence would never go for it. It was hard enough to convince them we needed the second helicopter. ❞

these days though - well, things are a touch different, aren't they? double regeneration, and that face again. how could she stay away?

she sits on the counter of his kitchen (an honest kitchen that's not in a tardis!) and breaks a piece of scone off in her hand to eat, waiting. for the first time in a while, she's got nothing but time. and perhaps she smiles a bit too sharply when he's decided to join her.

"hello, sweetie. i do hope that face remembers this one this time. else this is going to get a touch awkward."