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Fic: On the Breakers
Jul. 6th, 2011 11:14 pm(Please dear god why did I write this? I know I have a fine old tradition of writing seriously depressing fic but this takes the friggin' biscuit. I will have to write Present Perfect to cheer up. Present Perfect is more cheerful that this. Ghost was more cheerful that this. You Have Been Warned.)
Prompted by this here:
Being thrown into metal pipes/walls by the force of a nuclear reactor WOULD HURT REALLY BAD. IN FACT, I'M THINKING BRUISED RIBS HERE. SERIOUS INTERNAL INJURIES OCCURRED DURING THAT FIGHT. Not to mention all those glass cuts across his forehead. Just ouch.
When Charles tackles him to stop the missiles Erik just goes unconscious. And Charles pulls off the helmet and is overwhelmed by how much pain Erik is in.
Prompted by this here:
Being thrown into metal pipes/walls by the force of a nuclear reactor WOULD HURT REALLY BAD. IN FACT, I'M THINKING BRUISED RIBS HERE. SERIOUS INTERNAL INJURIES OCCURRED DURING THAT FIGHT. Not to mention all those glass cuts across his forehead. Just ouch.
When Charles tackles him to stop the missiles Erik just goes unconscious. And Charles pulls off the helmet and is overwhelmed by how much pain Erik is in.
( On the Breakers )