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In and then Out of Milliways: Christine mentioned things dropped in a vent, and Spoon went to help. 'Cause that's what you do for friends. And that's why he's stumbling back into the bar with a really abashed looking Predator (insomuch as Predators can manage the expression) behind him making sure the door closes all the way. She's got most of a remarkably dead body with her.

Spoon is butt-ass naked and carting the head with him. He's also missing rather a lot of bones. Like the front third or so of his ribs, his entire lower jaw, and several fingers. All the soft flesh has grown back, at least?

...Face it, he looks like shite and Christine looks like a Predator, and the two of them are carrying a large, dead Xenomorph.

Anyone who can get past that might notice in a non-horrified and panicked and/or offended part of their brain that Spoon's got a reverse-acid-burn of scar-free flesh

((With, uh. Bonus fixed headlinkage.))

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Spoon automatically tilts his head back. See? Submitting. No hunting for acid blooded things. He promises. A lot.

Ace huffs at the pair of them and flops back into her spot next to Spoon.

MEN!

There is kitty grumbling from her corner.

Raven grins.

Brightly.

With teeth.

See? Ace did not deny it!

He is a very smug bird, at the moment.

Spoon picks her hand up again and gives it a squeeze. Really. He's not doing that again. Really-really.

Ace can totally HEAR THE SMUG.

This means the pillow she lobs at him (at speed) shouldn't be a surprise.

But she doesn't let go of Spoon's hand. She could have lost him. And she wouldn't have known it.

The idea still scares her beyond all logical thought, and being scared fuels the fury. It's a very neat little cycle she has going there.

Raven bats the pillow aside, still so very smug.

What?

He deserves to be!

Possibly.

And he is not rolling his eyes at all as he leans against the couch arm, looking down at his sister and the half-there Spoon.

"There will be screaming, perhaps?"

Soon?

He's more than half there! He's mostly there! Really! Spoon shrugs. She hit him, does that count?

"When he can scream back. I don't get dog so much, so. S'just not satisfyin' when there's no reply besides puppy dog eyes."

She pauses, and considers.

"An' no, I don't mean t'eat. I can hear y'droolin' over there."

Raven is not sulking.

Well. Okay. He is sulking a little.

"That, I think, is mean."

Ace sucks.

"I will tell you what he is for saying, perhaps?"

He is only offering to be helpful.

Really.

Spoon glances at Raven. Raven can understand him? What? (Telepathy?) This is Spoon, thinking loudly!

Ace blinks at Raven. Of course. Raven can understand Magic.

Ace always seizes her opportunities.

"Y'ruttin' BASTARD, couldn't y'have left a NOTE so at least, when y'died by damn alien, I wouldn't hear of y'even bein' out of the bar f'the first time by BIG DAMN ALIEN THING?!"

I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to be there! I'm sorry! It was an empty vent! I'm sorry! She said she killed everything! I'm sorry! Would you doubt her?

Spoon is good with being yelled at. He deserves it.

Raven blinks at Spoon, head tilted.

"Mostly he is sorry, I am thinking. It is the problem with surprises."

Possibly Raven's translation skills need more clarity attached to them?

Ace snarls in pure, pissed-off feline.
"Mostly sorry? I should bloody well hope so, toerag. Here's a surprise for you - Don't want t'LOSE YOU after only a couple weeks! If this is supposed t'be some misbegotten lesson in learnin' how t'lose people with dignity, Y'can bloody well STUFF IT!"

Raven's translation skills need a lot more clarity. If only so Ace doesn't kick Spoon in the balls in a fit of pique.

Spoon flings a pillow at Raven. This, obviously, means TELL HER WHAT I ACTUALLY SAID, FEATHERDUSTER!

Then he grovels at Ace because, seriously, the bird is NOT SAYING IT RIGHT PLEASE REALLY HE'S SORRY REALLY!

Raven rolls his eyes again, flicking a cookie at Ace's head.

"There is not ever dignity in that, I do not think."

He would remember if there were.

Now.

The pillow he takes calmly in the face.

Spoon will pay for that later.

Much later.

When cloth cannot get stuck on his inside bits.

"Also possibly the groveling is enough, yes?"

It makes Raven twitchy, at the least.

Ace grumbles and takes a perch on the far side of the couch. Men suck. Men who get themselves hurt for no good reason suck. Men who mock her when she's pissed off also suck.

She does take the cookie though. And munches it. Angrily.

Spoon has come to a decision. If Raven isn't going to say what Spoon is actually saying, Spoon is just going to stay here, sprawled on the ground, abasing himself. Because, seriously, he thinks Raven made it worse. She's not even near him now.

Raven politely hands her another one.

This one has a face.

It is a smiley face.

Possibly Ace will appreciate it, yes?

He would give one to Spoon, but missing faces are possibly not so good for chewing.

Her cookie has a smiley face.

Sniff Sniiiiff

She is totally not going to cry. She cried last time, and not only did nobody care, eventually she was mocked for it. Not again. No crying. She'll beat a retreat to the TARDIS first and cry there.

She just feels a little outnumbered. And miserable. But that's due to a lot of things.

Like her mate trying to get himself killed, that is not with the happy-making.

He can smell it, and makes a high-pitched sound of distress. He wants to comfort her, but he doesn't know if he's allowed right now.

Even if he can't make much expression, currently, what he can make is agonized, and it's not a physical pain.

Raven does not quite roll his eyes, but the sentiment is there.

Somewhere.

What he does, instead, is flops down by Ace, and tuck her very determinedly under his arm.

"Possibly Spoon is for needing a hug, as well? It is simple enough to be careful, yes?"

Being helpful is hard work.

Sometimes Raven is very bad at it.

But he is trying.

Sort of.

She wants a hug, she doesn't say. She wants a hug and to be told it's going to be alright and for someone to make Spoon better and for people she loves to STOP SHOWING UP HORRIBLE MANGLED, TA VERY MUCH. You'd think that having a brother show up with a BIG DAMN HOLE in his chest would be a enough, but no, we have to have the husband with his throat slit and another brother cracking into pieces and the mate with body parts missing. It's not fair. She's just a little pyro, she doesn't know how to deal with all this.

But she's supposed to give. Give give give until everyone decides to go away satisfied.

And then, of course, she feels horribly guilty for thinking things like that. Even if he mean to get hurt, he's still hurt, and has been trying all night to get back in her good favor, and he's hurt and she yelled at him and what sort of horrible person does that make her?

So she nods, gives Raven a quick, fierce hug, and then extricates herself to go sit by Spoon and carefully, very very very carefully, hug him.

His arms are fine, which is why he wraps them around her and rests his forehead against her shoulder. The soft whine of apology is still present, and he's trying to comfort her, as much as he can.

And he's not leaving, damn it. He's not leaving her. He's going to stay right here, until she tells him to go away. He's going to follow her if she leaves without saying stay.

Because all the rest of them only take.

Of course.

Possibly it is very fortunate Raven cannot so much read minds, yes?

Still.

He watches Ace and Spoon, black eyes wide and unblinking.

They are very silly creatures, on occasion. It is almost cute.