Dawn College

"I suppose so." Michelle sighed, running a hand through her hair.

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"I just had to clean up some messes, nothing to worry about." Jace stepped in, being exceedingly careful of the body in his arms. The woman was breathing very faintly. "Ashamed to say I may have lost it a little though. It isn't my fault, it's what he deserves for killing my friends and employees."

Katya nodded, and lead him through to what looked like a living room. "Put your friend down on the couch and well get you both cleaned up," she told him. "Ray and Dom got into a little bit of a fight and he's had to take her to get her looked at, shell be back soon." She explained casually, as if it were a normal thing.

"If she isn't far, I could heal her myself." Jace very gently placed the woman onto a sofa, hand moving to take her pulse. "Surprised Liara's alive, she's been gone for weeks." He rest his hand against her cheek gently, patting to try and wake her up.

"If you want I could give you some more sex."

"She's already down at the hospital, they can patch her up there." Katya shrugged him off. "Anything you need for your friend?"

"You're making it sound like it's a chore. I'm pretty full at the moment and I don't think I want to force myself. Unless you're offering it for pleasure and not for food."

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"Scissors, tweezers. An empty bowl, bowl of warm water a knife and some towels would be great. If I'm not imposing on you by asking, that is."

"Of course not, if you're serious about Ray then you're practically part of the family." Katya told him before she left the room to get what he'd asked for.

"It's more for pleasure than anything. And trust me, it is not a chore."

Jace nodded silently, just keeping his hand to Liara's neck and silently counting her heartrate.

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"Must get frustrating, sleeping with me on my terms, right? I know it isn't ideal, this arrangement we have..."

Katya came back in a few minutes later with all the things he'd asked for, resting them on the coffee table next to him.

"Not really."

Jace picked up the scissors and used them to cut Liara's shirt off, cringing briefly at the mess her stomach and torso was in and also because of the smell of something rotting. There were a lot of scabs, burn marks and weeping cuts peppered across Liara's front.

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"So you're fine with this unorthodox relationship?"

"Looks like she's lucky to be alive."

"Yeah."

"She's a tough little thing. If she was human, she would be dead." Jace ran his fingers over her stomach, counting under his breath before he picked up the knife and started digging the tip in. After a little wriggling he managed to pop a bullet out which he placed in the empty bowl, quickly moving over to the next place he had felt a lump.

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"Sweet. You're stuck with me now."

"I know and I love it."

"Looks pretty bad,"

"Wait until you get bored. It'll probably happen sometime in the next two years."

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"She's Fae. Give her about six hours, she'll be up and about. The bullets are iron and they're making her sick and unable to heal by herself. So long as I get 'em out, she'll be fine."

Katya nodded, "I'll leave you to it then, let me know if you need anything else. I'll let you know when Ray comes back." she told him, before leaving the room quietly.

"Trust me, it won't."

"Thanks for your help," Jace said softly after her. "Being able to look after Liara adequately means a lot."

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"Wanna bet? If, two years from now, we're still together, I'll let you have free reign for the day over everything and, if we decided we're better off friends, well...I'll decide what I want at the time."

"Sounds fair."

Around an hour or so later, Katya popped her head round the door. "Ray just got back, want me to sen her in or do you want to be left alone?"

"Cool. Any idea what you want to do for the day yet?"

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"You can send her in if you want." Jace had made Liara look pretty much presentable in the time Katya had been gone. He'd gotten all the blood and dirt off, and all that was left were the wounds from the bullets and slowly healing scarring of both past wounds and burns.

"No not yet."