Futureknight: Crying for Love (In the Basement Training Area)

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Porthos kicked at a dummy used for wrestling, glaring and hating it with every ounce of his being.

"Stupid... undercover scheme... imposter, poser, FAKE," he snarled, punching at it, taking his drunken frustration at not having seen his love in so long. He hated it. He hated everybody here that were foiling his attempts to go see Brenda again. He hated...... no. He loved Brenda. He missed her, needed her.

Didn't stop him from being mad at her, though.

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Brenda staggered and clung to the wall as she came into the Lunatic Cafe, then looked down at the wound in her side and turned to go home. She arrived in the Cave's medical area and took a step toward the bed, only for her legs to crumple and pitch her on the floor. She was vaguely aware of an alarm shrilling before she blacked out.

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Oh good, goodie goodie, he could really use a foe to beat on right now.

He hurried into the Cave, then to the medicle areas, then stopped and gasped when he saw his beloved.

He ran over, sober at once, and grabbed her, lifting her gently.

"Brenda," he said horsely, then growled and thumped the alarm switch before he ran towards the main house.

"SOMEBODY GET A DOCTER HERE NOW," he bellowed.

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"There is no need to shout, Master Porthos," said Prudence crisply as she came down the main stairs. "What is the problem?"

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"Brenda's hurt, do something!" he said, eyes alight with frantic danger.

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The redhead squared her jaw slightly. "Bring her back to the infirmary and lay her on the bed."

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"Call a physician!" he snapped at her, whirling around to do as she said.

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"Master Porthos, do not forget that I am a physician," she returned calmly.

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Her mouth curled in a smile as her eyes fell shut again. "Mission's... finished. War... started."

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"You wanted a war?" he stared.

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The smile turned to a smirk as her hand squeezed his.

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He was confused, but put his other hand over her and kissed her cheek.

"Rest," he said, shaking his head.

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"Love you." She turned her face toward his kiss, sighing.

"All done," said Prudence softly, finishing with the bandage and stepping back.

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He blinked, then smiled, feeling happier than he had in... well... months.

"I love you too, my darling. Oh... I love you so much," he said, putting his forehead to her shoulder and feeling utterly blissful.

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"This... wasn't part of the plan." She sighed again. "But it worked better than the plan."

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"What did yeh do?" he asked.

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"Got shot." She quirked an eyebrow, but didn't let go his hand.

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He wouldn't let go of her hand for anything in the world, but suddenly her looked away, feeling tears sting his eyes.

He hated that. And there was no way he was going to have Brenda watch him struggle for self control.

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She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed his knuckles gently before nuzzling it, trying to show her feelings for him and perhaps reassure him and distract him in the process.

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His hand touched her cheek, but he couldn't turn. Not yet, the tears were still stinging his eyes.

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Her independence rose up fiercely, but then subsided with a sigh.

"A week," she whispered. "But, Porthos, I cannot deny what I am."

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He sat back, then gazed at her for a long time.

"I know," he said. "And I'd never ask you to.... No, I'll will. Most likely constantly. But I'll be by your side no matter what, Brenda. All I ask is your hand before I loose you again."

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She nodded, her eyes falling shut, then opening again as Prudence's soft tap came at the door.

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"Enter," Porthos said, looking up.

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The butler came in with her usual quiet, unobtrusive manner and began to set up the IV pole. "I presume you will be sitting up with her, Master Porthos."

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"Accourse," he said, looking up at her. "Anything I need to change tonight?"