[taken from gdocs]

This was not how he pictured his day going.

Aaru was all set for going out on “patrol” to have a smoke and just chill overall when all of a sudden, some crazy Pocahontas looking chick decided to show up. He was going to make nice nice until she started attacking him like he was some rabid animal that needed to be put down. Well, granted, he commented on her tits and how lovely they looked in her costume and she retaliated. That was natural, but damn she didn't like comments about her chest apparently, which most girls don't but.

Aaru was now leaping from rooftop to rooftop, trying to get away from the crazy chick with the hopes of living to see another day.


Moonstone most assuredly did not appreciate the red-headed Page’s commentary, nor his attitude. The studied application of her carved totem-bat to his head - which he narrowly avoided and instead took to one shoulder - seemed to disabuse him of the notion that she was willing to discuss anything with him.

“Get back here, you slippery little b*****d.” She hissed, teleporting ahead of him and swinging her weapon once more, aiming for a solid body blow in the hopes that breaking a rib or two would make her irritation known. The captain briefly thought about calling Wasgo to her, but the youma had been happily curled up with Aurostibite’s youma, Behellagh, when she’d last seen it and she didn’t quite feel like separating her beloved pet from the object of it’s affection.

Aaru was not going to have a good day. He would learn the hard way that if you messed with the Negaverse, it messed with you back.

b*****d! God damn, what did he deserve to get that name? “Uh just so you know crazy tits, I have both parents thank ********!” That ******** totem, stripper pole, whatever it was landed and landed hard. Aaru stumbled back, falling to one knee while he cradled his side, wheezing. This wasn't very good now was it? He took deep breaths for a hot second before standing up with a glare, spitting out blood at her feet. “Listen here you crazy b***h…” The page took his best stance given his new injury to his side and charged forward, aiming a brutal kick for her side.

He tried to run away, he tried to just shrug things off, but since this woman wanted to play hard...Aaru would play twice as hard.

”Wrong answer!” She hissed, spinning her weapon in a manner that suggested she did it not to impress him, but rather because it felt nice and was sort of a pre-emptive victory celebration...kind of like the start of a Super Bowl end-zone victory dance...only more dangerous.

Aaru calling her a crazy b***h only served to make the dark-haired Captain’s grin go wider, almost as though she relished the appellation (she didn’t, incidentally, but whenever an Order person resorted to base names like “b***h” it usually meant she was getting under their skin.

And she wanted that. An angry opponent was a sloppy one. Both Cinnabar and Schörl had said this, on numerous occasions, and Moonstone had thus far found it to be true; especially as most of the Order had absolutely no idea how to fight. At all. This one launched a kick that had really good form, so the Captain braced herself and didn’t step away though she did deflect.

His kick did not meet her side, as the Page had wanted, but instead the blunt edges of her totem-carved and magically-enhanced weapon with a heavy thwock! that sent the woman skidding back a bit, the feral expression on her face unchanged. “The puppy can kick. Good.” Her hand and arms felt almost numb from the way the wood in her hands had vibrated from the force of his kick, but she did not release her hold. She had learned too well that to lose her weapon was a failure on her part as an officer, no matter how much she might have wanted to shake out the tingling sensation.

Instead, she used one hand to make a “come on” motion, taunting Aaru. .”Again.”

Apparently, Moonstone has never encountered Aaru before.

While he was considered “order”, him calling her a b***h was only the beginning. He never thought of himself as someone that would simply hold his tongue just because he had some sort of good standing to hold or whatever. The page retreated back and took his stance, waiting to see what the agent was going to do next. His side was killing him and his shoulder was probably bruised as ********, but he wasn’t about to back down. He’d done that one too many times in the past [every time he encountered Witherite was a sore spot for him], and he wasn't up for being charitable with his energy [ Ceraskia ].

So when the b***h decided she wanted to taunt him, Aaru remained where he was, glaring with a feral growl emitting from between his clenched teeth. The heffa wanted to bait him then she would have to work for it. If there was anything his instructor taught him, it's to pick and choose when to charge and when to remain stoic. His opponent was a strong one, so that meant he would have to just wait her out. Maybe she would get bored and leave him the ******** alone before he had to get his candle out.

He really didn't want to ruin that pretty face with hot wax.

When the Page didn’t respond to her taunting the way she’d wanted, Moonstone changed tactics and decided to return to her tried and true method of just bashing the s**t out of her opponent.

Not that she expected the redhead to acquiesce to her demands, oh no. The captain figured that she would be seeing more of the Page’s fighting skills up close and personal and that was fine with her. He was in some sort of defensive stance, waiting to see what she’d do. Smart, finally. So the puppy has some skill in fighting after all. “Waiting only works if your opponent only comes from one direction.”

Happy or not, Wasgo was needed to help teach this brat some manners. Moonstone summoned her personal youma, smiling as it appeared behind Aaru with a deep growl, the ground trembling under it’s weight. At a short, sharp word in another language, the beast charged Aaru at the same time as Moonstone, the captain laughing as she and her beast moved to take the Page down in a pincer attack.

Aaru heard what the captain said and frowned for a second...Then he heard a growl coming from behind him, which he tried to duck and roll out of the way, but the way he rolled was a little off since he was trying to avoid rolling on the side that was damaged, his leg stuck up just enough to where the pincer attack managed to get one of his legs, causing the Page to scream out in pain at the contact.

He really didn't understand why his night had to take a turn for the worse.

He just got engaged a couple of days ago, his mom finally came to grab his sister for a month, and Ryan finished moving in all of his furniture and equipment. Aaru was pissed, but also trying so hard to see past the stars in his his eyes from the amount of pain he was in. “******** s**t!! DAMN IT! ********!!!” He was finally feeling like he could be a responsible adult, moving on with life and now he was going to die. Ryan would be a widower before he even got married.

This sucked so much a**.

Moonstone smiled, broad and satisfied as she and her beloved youma managed to temporarily cripple the Page; she hadn’t heard the satisfying crack of a cleanly fractured tibia or fibula, but there had been a gratifying crunch. Hairline, maybe. Nothing life-threatening...but that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?

As sharp whistle and gesture set the Youma to oh-so-delicately biting down on Aaru’s shoulder to hold him in place; the beast’s teeth firm to flesh and fabric, but pressing nowhere near hard enough to break the skin. Wasgo’s mistress didn’t want the Page dead, no...she wanted to have the joy of watching the light fade out of his eyes herself as she removed his starseed.

The curvy Captain moved in, weapon dismissed and head cocked much as a hunting cat or raptor might eye it’s prey; indeed Moonstone resembled nothing so much as an animalian predator with her piercing, intent gaze and the slow, fluid way she drew close to the Page. “If you resist, Wasgo will bite your head from your body.” Did she sound amused? Yes. Yes she did.

It was the noise, more than the auras, that initially drew the Eternal of Silence towards Moonstone’s killing ground. Not that a Page versus a Captain was really a fair fight, but he wasn’t overly worried until he felt the youma join in -- not a run-of-the-mill one either, no...it had the feel of an Officer attached to it. Personal monster...like a rabid pet, only less cute.

Aaru’s pained swearing spurred the golden-haired senshi into the fray without a thought as to just how he would manage to take on both Moonstone - whom he knew to be vicious and likely insane - as well as the monstrous youma that held Aaru so carefully in it’s maw. Gotta knock ‘em back, first!

“Soundless Tranquil Ocean!’ Aegir called out his attack even as he closed in, a heavy wash of golden light, cresting like a wave, sweeping across the battlefield; the magic hit Moonstone and her pet hard, staggering the Captain before binding her up so that she could only thrash uselessly in her bonds, unable to make a sound. Wasgo had it worse, being inherently magical energy; the youma’s great body creaked like a ship battered in a typhoon, sliding back several feet before it had to release the Page, only to slide further before crashing into a large tree with a soundless yelp. It too was wrapped in golden rope-like chains, but that was unnecessary as the beast had been concussed and would disappear shortly due to having fainted.

That left the Captain - Moonstone. “Your sharp tongue will wound no more, I’m Sailor Aegir and you’re about to be silenced!” Bodily putting himself between the bound woman and Aaru, Aegir turned to the Page, “We need to get you out of here before she escapes my magic.” There was blood, and the red-head was ashen with pain, but there wasn’t much he could do about that, now was there? Behind him, Moonstone’s expression was stricken - Wasgo!! - but she was trapped by that b*****d with the curly hair and ridiculous costume, how long would the magic last? While the captain was trying to calm herself enough to figure out when she would be free to take her revenge - or go run after her youma, as it were - Aegir was going to make use of that time as best he could.

“This is going hurt, but I’ve got to carry you. Try to bear it.” Kneeling carefully, Aegir scooped up the taller man in a princess (or wedding, if you like) style carry, hefting him only once when he had straightened to be certain that Aaru wouldn’t be dropped accidentally. “Light as a feather.”

“A big feather.” With a quick glance to check on the Captain’s progress (minimal, but he had 45 seconds and half was already up), he set to running as quickly as he could with the weight of the redhead in his arms. Gotta get away from her, she’s no one to screw with and he can’t really help like this. Booted heels clicked and thumped a rapid staccato over grass, cement, gravel, and slate; the sound only broken when the eternal lept atop a building, billboard, or other lofty structure. It was hard going, but by the time he knew his magic would have released Moonstone, he could no longer feel her aura, so either she’d gone to see after her pet...or she just wasn’t coming and had found someone else to harass.

Miles from the battleground, Aegir finally stopped to rest on the rooftop of a four-story apartment building; Aaru was settled down against a ‘roof-access’ door and the blond flopped down next to him, pressing his left hand hard against his right side. Hurts, but I don’t think I pulled anything...will it ever stop aching? Is this something I need to just keep in mind and push past? When he caught his breath a bit, he looked over at Aaru. “Hey. I don’t think she’s coming for us. So...You might want to think about a hospital…”


For some odd reason, Aaru was scared, but not for his life it seemed. He was scared his parents wouldn't find his body, that his little sister would never get to grow up with him as an annoyance to any and all boys that dared come to mess with her, and finally, never being able to tell Ryan that he loved him more than anything in this world. He only said it once and damn it, he wanted to say it as many times as he could. He stiffened when the stupid youma clamped down on his shoulder, glaring at the crazy b***h before him, the pain resonating from his leg and side temporarily forgotten. "Trust me, I can't go anywhere since your stupid heavy fat a** AND your brother bear looking ******** of a pet kinda crushed my leg."

Aaru was about to prepare for his end when it seemed like karma had other plans. The page relaxed and thanked his lucky stars someone from the order fraction was close by. However, he wasn't expecting to be carried, much less by someone who clearly didn't look like he would be able to carry him if they weren't powered up. That's twice someone has kinda referred to him as a princess, that stupid DMC senshi being the first. It wasn't like he looked like a princess, he was almost 200lbs of muscle...Either way, being carried was nicer than having to limp away to safety.

Hospital...Yeah, that was something he should look into.
"Yeah, seems like a good idea. Thing is, I can't exactly get there by limping you know...." Perhaps he was asking for another lift, but the senshi looked like he was in some sort of pain so maybe asking wasn't the best thing, but it was all he had right now. "Also, I’m Aaru, page of Saturn. Your name is Aegir right? What do you do?"


Aegir - like his civilian counterpart - was quite a bit stronger than he looked; he had to be, as a ballet dancer. Ballerinas were not always delicate, weightless little feathers spinning around in frippery and tulle - any more, there were plenty of professional ballerinas that were solid with well defined musculature. He had to be able to lift them all when or if partnered up, though no one was ever paired with someone they physically couldn’t have lifted.

Lifting Aaru would have been a good bit more difficult if he’d not been powered up, of course, but he still would have managed - perhaps not with a wedding/princess style carry, but he would’ve gotten the Page out of danger.

“Yeah, just...gimme... a minute. Running like that wasn’t easy, y’know.” Like he would have just left the guy on the roof, injured. He just needed to catch his breath, ease up the stitch in his side...maybe let the sweat dry so his curls weren’t plastered against his skull.

“Nice to meet you. Aaru.” Saturn? He’s a Saturn knight? Lorne will be excited to meet another one. Aegir smiled tiredly at the redhead, “I lead a team of senshi and knights related to Saturn and it’s moons. We’re called Ouroboros.” A bit of a chuckle - wouldn’t it just be his luck that he ran into another potential ally at this time! “If you mean as a civilian...I’m a ballet dancer.” That wasn’t saying too much, was it? Once upon a time he would have just shared his personal life willy nilly, without realizing that doing so might put him in danger, but Aegir had learned better over time and now he was more careful about his civilian identity..


Well he figured running while carrying a 6’1 damn near 200lb man wasn’t easy.

However, once he heard the senshi mention something about Ouroboros, he tilted his head. “I’ve heard of this before. A senshi named Methone mentioned it to me. I didn't know she wasn't the leader though.” Well, looks like he might’ve found a way to at least patrol with some more people, it would be nice to do so since it would take his mind off of his addiction to cigarettes. His eyes lit up a bit when he thought he heard Ballerina instead of Ballet dancer, causing him to grin. “Ballerina huh? I picked an interesting person to be rescued by then. Have a name? Or are we keeping secrets?”

Speaking of secrets…

Aaru powered down with a sigh, hissing and holding his side. “******** I should've kept powered longer….” Dmitry took note of the sweat on Aegir’s forehead and raised a brow, but didn't do anymore than that. Maybe the guy hasn’t had to power up in a bit? It usually happens to the best of them anyway. “Well, whenever you’re ready….I'm trying to delay this as much as possible. Parents AND the fiance are not going to be pleased..” The thought of Ryan fussing over him was something hilarious though for the Page to imagine.

Maybe they should hurry then….Having Ryan play nurse seemed like a fun kink to try out as well….


“Methone’s our other leader - we co-captain the team, and usually work as a pair. There’s no better gal to have at your back.” Aegir smiled, shining and pleased to know that Aaru had already been contacted, even if he’d not exactly been drawn into the group as of yet. The precise nature of his relationship with Methone - with Nadia - was not something that he felt appropriate to discuss with the red-headed Knight at this juncture, so instead he focused on the less personal, relevant parts of the aforementioned partnering. “Either one of us can lead training or missions alone, but like most teams, we’re strongest and most effective together.”

“You’re welcome to come to a meeting if you like, see how you mesh with the rest of the team. We’d love to have you, but I know not everyone likes to work with a group...and our goals might not match yours, so...really, no pressure.” Aegir didn’t flinch when Aaru called him a ballerina instead of the more accurate ‘ballet dancer’ - many people didn’t realize (or just didn’t know/care to know) that there was a difference, that only women could technically be called a ballerina (as it was a feminine-ended word). He was used to it and chuckled a little bit, “Technically I’m a danseur, or a ballerino. Ballerina really is a term denoting a female dancer.” Nerd.

Did he have a name? Yes, of course I have a name but...we just met and really we should wai-- Aaand then Aaru was powering down before he could answer or advise against sharing civilian identities just yet; so anything he might have wanted to say about protecting one’s non-powered self from those that might find themselves leaning towards the Negaverse (or just those that might have sympathized with the Negaverse) was moot. “Oh, um..I do. But I’ve learned that a civilian identity really should be protected as much as possible?” Aegir frowned a little, wiping at his brow with the fluffy part of his gloves, then shrugged and smiled, “Though I guess since I’m a team leader, that kind of makes me trustworthy, huh?”

“I’m not gonna power down until we’re close to the ER, so it’s easier to carry you.” Parents and a fiance? He doesn’t look overly young, but I could be wrong? Hm. Colin figured that Aaru was somewhat close to himself in age, early twenties, even if he was tall and broad shouldered...well, he’d learned with Björn that trying to judge a person based on their looks didn’t always work. Björn had looked much older, but had actually been nearly a year younger (technically a year younger, but only for part of the year). “It’ll be alright, I’m sure they’ll be more interested in knowing you’re okay than getting upset at you for getting mugged.” Muggings were common-enough cover stories for both sides in the War.

Aegir pushed himself up to his feet again, dusting little granules of dirt and debris from his hands and butt. “Let’s get going - I can carry you like before or we can do this piggy-back style. It’s up to you.”


“You clearly haven't met my fiance then...OR my mother.”

Still a really hilarious situation the more he kept thinking about it. Now Dmitry really had to think about how he wanted to go about this. He could get a piggy back or be a princess for a couple of minutes. Despite the fact that he wouldn’t mind being carried like that, piggy backing would be nice as well. “Give me a piggy back ride?” his grin was almost cat-like, reaching up with his arms like a child. “Save me dashing ballerina prince!” Silly? Yes. Did Dmitry care? No. he was about to be carried by a dude with fluff on his outfit so it wasn't weird at all.


“Nope!” Was he stating the obvious? Yes, he was, but there wasn’t much more to say about that, not when the man formerly known as Aaru was acting drunk on adrenaline - which, really, he probably was. Instead of making comment, he half crouched before Dmitry in the universal position that meant “put your arms over my shoulders and hop up so I can grab you and carry you” and waited for the redhead to comply before straightening, both of his arms hooked under Dmitry’s knees as he hefted him up more comfortably. If he leaned forward, it was easier to balance the additional weight of the powered-down knight on his back. “Hold on, this will hopefully go quick.”

Aegir took off again, towards Destiny City Memorial Hospital and it’s usually bustling Emergency Room. It crossed his mind to ask what the guy’s name was - not the call sign of his Wonder, which was Aaru, but his actual name, but since the senshi had no plans to give up his own name (even if he powered down to get the guy into the facility), he kept mum and instead put the breath he saved into getting Dmitry to the ER as quickly as possible. He only stopped once they were mostly hidden between a service walkway with hedge rows and a large sign that proclaimed the entrance to the Emergency Room, letting Dmitry slide down from his back with a grunt and straightening to his full height painfully.

“Okay, now to get you inside.” I really hope I don’t regret this later… With that, Aegir powered down to his civilian self, which was clad in an oversized t-shirt, space-patterned leggings, and sneakers. “Ready to go in?” Dmitry was going to have to lean on him, to limp inside. Not very graceful, but that was that.



Dmitry was indeed beginning to get drunk off of the adrenaline, placing his arms around Aegir’s neck with a bit of a struggle, hopping on with a slight wince. He’s never had the option to be carried like this [and he had to admit it was kinda fun to be the damsel in distress], nor would he ever have the chance again since he would be making damned sure that the next time he ran into that nega b***h he’d stomp her face in AND hack that youma to pieces. The trip to the hospital flew by with a blur and he tried to look around to see how fast they were going.

“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!~”

This was the best roller coaster ride he’s ever been on! Maybe he should give Ryan a piggy back ride when he was feeling better? Or he could give him a different kind of ride….Dmitry snickered Giggity~. Ahhh Quagmire, you beautiful b*****d you~ Once he saw that they stopped, he was already trying to maneuver his way off of Aegir’s back, feeling a bit sorry for causing him pain with his weight. He wasn’t fat, but he wasn't bone skinny either, so picking him up and carrying him was a daunting task.

When Aegir powered down, he was NOT expecting leggings, a huge t-shirt, or sneakers. He laughed, trying to hold it in, holding his side. “I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry bro...I just…” It was adorable. That was the only word he could use for the description of how his savior looked. Dmitry took a deep breath and tried to hold back the rest of his chuckles, nodding. “Y-Yeah, I'm ready to go in now.”


He might have been fine with (okay, amused by) the “whee” given into the night due to the piggy back as Aegir, but the laughter directed at his civilian self was neither amusing nor pleasing and Colin shot the injured knight a look that spoke volumes about how disappointed he was. It was the sort of look he often reserved for his despicable cousin, Ian, or wayward/catty ballerinas at DCBC. “Well, if you’re done.” You are so lucky I’m a nice guy, I could snap your neck or shatter your sternum. Colin wasn’t exactly feeling generous after tangling with Moonstone and her monsterous pet youma, Wasgo, but he also didn’t like putting up with people laughing at him - it was too much like grade school, like high-school.

“Put your arm across my shoulders and use me to lean on, they’ll have wheel-chairs near the door and we can get you in one pretty quick.” Dmitry would find that even powered down, the man also known as Aegir was very strong for his size; under the oversized shirt (and the costume from before) muscles well used to carrying weight and performing fantastical feats hid.

And once they limped to the doors and he was able to get the security guard to bring one of those wheel chairs out? Colin could push him in much more easily - and also get that much closer to being able to head home. Even if Aaru had laughed at him, there was no way he’d abandon another person in need; it wasn’t the way Colin operated. Ever.


Now Dmitry was a jackass, but he didn't mean to laugh like he did. It was just….Off putting to see someone Aegir’s stature to be in leggings. It wasn’t something he would wear, but that didn't mean he had the right to insult the other man for his fashion tastes. “Look man, I meant no insult. Sorry.” he meant it, really he did. His arm went across Aegir’s shoulders, a bit surprised that the seemingly small looking man had as much muscle as he did. So much for seeming small right?

Limping brought a low hiss out of him, stealing himself to deal with the pain for just a bit longer. He wasn't going to cry, he’s felt worse pain than this, but that still didn't mean he couldn’t look like his leg was burning and swollen like crazy. That b***h was so going to die if he ever saw her again. He would choke the life out of her and enjoy himself while he watched the light leave her stupid eyes. “******** beaten to a pulp by a crazy ******** my life” he grumbled. He stopped smoking and the universe was trying to do him in.

God damn it Ryan.


The unexpected apology was accepted with a stiff nod of the blond’s head, but he let it drop at that. No point in flogging a dead horse, right? “Don’t worry about it-- Hey!” Colin called to the security officer, unable to wave at him as he was half holding Dmitry up, “Can we get a wheelchair? My friend’s hurt pretty bad!” With a bit of a stare while the request was being processed, the security officer did finally bring one over and even helped Colin get Dmitry into the grey and metal utility conveyance. “Thanks. Okay, let’s get you to the intake desk, get you fixed up.” Pushing Dmitry in the chair was easy, as was finding the intake desk, but that’s when easy stopped and tedious began.

Sure, he could have left the knight to take care of himself, but again, that wasn’t how he worked. No matter how tired or bruised up he might have been himself. Once Dmitry had been registered as a patient in need of care (and issued one of those ‘swanky’ plastic printed armbands with name, rank, and serial number on them), Colin wheeled him over to the waiting area. ERs were all about Triage, and a broken limb would get the redhead cared for fairly quickly, but that didn’t meant immediate attention. “Yeah, she does that. Every time.” A pause, then, “So um, do you need to me to call anyone? I mean, if you want me to stay for a bit I will but I really should be getting home, get some ice…” Because he too had been hurt, just not enough to require the emergency room services; no, Colin’s injuries could be handled from the comfort of his own home, or Nadia’s.



It was nice to be off of his damned leg, but he didn't enjoy what would come next. Once he was taken care of, his bro savior would leave him and he wouldnt even know his name. It was kind of sad really, but secret identities after all, not that he cared too much about that s**t. “Uhhh..” He fished around in his pocket, but didn't find his phone at all. “Well ******** guess I need to call my fiance first then my parents.” The offer to stay for a bit was nice, but since he’s already taken up enough of the senshi’s time…

“You can go if you want.” he would wait for Ryan by himself, that was fine. He could search for something on the television while waiting, so it wouldn’t be too bad. He took a pen and a napkin to write down Ryan’s number as well as his parents, thinking about what he could order for food later.


Colin fished out his own cell phone out of god only knew where and unlocked it before offering it to Dmitry. “Use mine.” The background on his phone was a close-up shot of Colin with a massive fellow (Björn), looking really happy. “It’s okay, I can wait that long, no worries.” He didn’t think about how Dmitry wouldn’t know his name or anything, if he went near the theatre district of Destiny City, it’d become pretty apparent just whom his curly-haired savior was. “It’ll probably take them forever to get you a phone...and I bet they’d charge for it.”

No, he’d see Dmitry had back-up incoming before he skedaddled. It was the Right thing to Do.


Dmitry gave the photo a passing glance, smiling wistfully. How cute….He dialed Ryan’s number, his smile brightening when he heard the sleepy voice on the other end. “Hey Ry...So you know I love you right? What?! No I'm not….” a sigh left his mouth before he continued. “I haven't had a smoke in weeks Ry you know that....Look, I'm at the hospital. Got jumped by some pansy a** weirdos. One tried to reach their hand in my chest for some odd reason. No, I'm not kidding~ Yeah take my car and come see me? I need a nurse to help me with my poor boo boos.” he laughed next, shaking his head, “Yeah, love you too baby...I'll see you soon.”

He looked to Aegir with an apologetic smile and turned to call his parents, “Pops? Huh? No I don't want Lana this week! I just had her all last week! No, no, and no…” His voice dropped an octave, an accent coming out. “Net ya v poryadke da. I'm in the hospital. No….God damn it old man I did not get raped, I got jumped! Ugh….Just come down and bring mom da? Pozhaluysta? Don't make a scene okay? Thank you….” he hung up the phone, pinching his nose while he handed it back to Aegir.

“They’re on their way. Thank you~ For everything really. Probably would’ve been dead if you hadn’t arrived.”


Colin did his best to not eavesdrop on Dmitry’s private conversations, going so far as to head down the hall for a sip of water before coming back to wait by his wheel chair for the appropriate name to be called. By the time he came back, his ‘new friend’ was speaking Russian and garbling at his ‘old man’ about not having been raped, which was kind of funny but also not, since a hand on his star-seed was kind of like rape...only worse since it violated not only one’s body but the whole of one’s being.

“Your family sounds energetic.” Taking his phone back, the curly haired danseur pursed his lips a little, tapping the edge against his chin thoughtfully. “You’re welcome. We’ve got to watch out for each other with crazy bitches like that running around, right?” Normally he wouldn’t have called someone a ‘crazy b***h’ but Moonstone was special like that and he’d had several nasty run-ins with her; enough to know that it was the most apt appellation he could come up with.

“By the way,” Yeah, he was probably stupid but what did it matter? Aaru was one of them, caution be damned. He was family by planet and if he joined, he’d be Colin’s charge as much as Nadia, Auguste, or even Rhea. “I’m Colin. Colin Hargrove. Have your family save my number, okay? So if you need me, you can call.” Was it time to go home? Yes. Yes, yes it was. Maybe he’d see if he couldn’t go curl with Nadia or Auguste, once he left.


“You don't know the half….I'm like a glorified nanny for my baby sister.”

Not that he didn't like having Aylana around, he just wanted to have his own space...ESPECIALLY now that he was engaged. He had plans to give Ryan most of his attention and his sister was...Well a cockblock for lack of a better word. Cute, but a blocker. He completely agreed with the bit about the crazy nega b***h. She was something else that he was sure needed to be put down. “Right.” There was no doubt about it, bros needed to look after bros. “Names Dmitry, last name is Bolotinov. I'll have Ryan save your number. You don't want my parents having it. They’ll call you if they need to find me.” He saw a familiar head of curly golden hair and smiled.There’s is baby…


Having a younger sister, Colin could sympathize, though he didn’t mention Miriam; not for a lack of trust, really, but because he didn’t want to put his beloved sister on any line, real or imagined. She had enough to deal with and magical mystery tours in the night with people that could yank out your soul just did not fit into her life if he could help it. “Well Dmitry, it’s been...an interesting evening.” Here the blond chuckled and pushed tiredly at his shirt, keeping it from sliding off one shoulder (the best and worst part of wearing an over-sized shirt, really), “But I think I’ll leave you to your fiance and family.”

Colin made to leave but then turned again, “I’m serious though. You call me if you need me...or you know, a ballerina.” Meaning, of course, Aegir. He figured the redhead would be smart enough to catch that bit, Dmitry seemed the bright sort. With a little wave he headed towards the entrance of the ER, stopping at the nurses station once more to remind them that while Dmitry wasn’t bleeding everywhere, he had a compound fracture and possibly some internal injuries from his ‘car accident’ (it was the easiest way to explain injuries, as he’d told Dmitry - and it had the added benefit of putting one higher on the Triage list).

That done, it was time to get the hell home. He could worry about his new friend and possible teammate after getting some sleep.