(( Found it!!! [x]

So, this is the precursor to the really feelsy drabble I wrote yesterday, if anyone would like to know how Indie got shot. 

And now that that’s not bugging the shit out of me, I can get to replies and possibly more drabbles. ))

((and this one jfc it was so cute i cant avewdbwqdf wen Junior honked in his sleep i just omg))

(( Hehe, the first thing I thought when I saw Junior was, “I bet he makes cute little noises in his sleep” and I threw that little headcanon in there.

This was going to be a little sad too, but I decided to have part of it be an RP with thestupidmeanone soon.

And thanks again for the kind words. These two drabbles have been stuck in my head for a while and I wanted to get them out, so I can focus on replies again. ))

(( oh man. Got me right in the feels with this one. :) it was great))

(( Thanks so much. I’m still trying to find the drabble I wrote awhile ago that describes how she got shot. When I find it, I’ll either reblog it or add a link to this one. ))

(…you’ve literally made me squee, congrats. xD)

(( Fuck yeah! Mission accomplished. <3 ))

Sleep eluded the woman, but it wasn’t from lack of tiredness. Their…activities throughout the day had been strenuous enough. No, it was the unquiet thoughts that would not release their hold on her mind and allow her to rest. Tucker’s marriage proposal had shocked her to say the least, and she was still riding the high. Ideas raced through her mind and whenever she took hold of one and thought it through, another more urgent one would flutter before her eyes. Each thought held a different emotion, and it was increasingly evident sleep would not happen anytime soon. Psyche wanted to get up and maybe work off the excited energy, but she had to wait until Tucker uncurled himself from her in his sleep. It was bad enough she couldn’t rest, she didn’t want to to wake him too.

A good twenty minutes passed before the opportunity presented itself, and sliding her arm from under him, she crept from the bed and moved to Junior’s side. The little alien clutched Nicodemus, her stuffed owl, tight between his arms. Seeing him so peaceful brought some ease to her mind, and she sat down beside him and his little bed. Her hand stroked his smooth head and a cute muffled honk could be heard once or twice as she did so.

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agentnorth-dakota:

agentindieandrho:

agentnorth-dakota:

agentindieandrho:

agentnorth-dakota:

( Indie… ohmygod…

everythinghurtswhy)

(( It’s a continuation of another drabble I wrote awhile back, that I can’t find a link to at the moment.

I might have channelled all my worries and sadness into it. I’m sorry, babu, but chin up, there’s another part and it does get better. ))

(B-but… It hurts… -curls up and sobs quietly-

It really hurts…. u~u )

(( *offers tissue and hugs* I’m sorry, Pollux, I really am. It was just one of those things I had to get out of my head. And I’m sorry I had to hit each of your muses too. :(  ))

( -clings too for comfort- Will there be a happy ending at least? ;~; )

(( *pets* Of course there will! This happens during the Project, and we know she makes it out alive. ))

agentnorth-dakota:

agentindieandrho:

agentnorth-dakota:

( Indie… ohmygod…

everythinghurtswhy)

(( It’s a continuation of another drabble I wrote awhile back, that I can’t find a link to at the moment.

I might have channelled all my worries and sadness into it. I’m sorry, babu, but chin up, there’s another part and it does get better. ))

(B-but… It hurts… -curls up and sobs quietly-

It really hurts…. u~u )

(( *offers tissue and hugs* I’m sorry, Pollux, I really am. It was just one of those things I had to get out of my head. And I’m sorry I had to hit each of your muses too. :(  ))

agentnorth-dakota:

( Indie… ohmygod…

everythinghurtswhy)

(( It’s a continuation of another drabble I wrote awhile back, that I can’t find a link to at the moment.

I might have channelled all my worries and sadness into it. I’m sorry, babu, but chin up, there’s another part and it does get better. ))

(It was great! I don’t normally get to see what great work you post! It makes me wonder why there are things like emotions. I loved it.)

(( Wow, thanks. I can see I was being a bit whiny just then, and I guess I’ve gotten used to immediate responses, but I’m glad you liked it. That damn thing’s been running through my head for days now, and I finally needed to get it out and posted. I think there might be another part of two yet to write. ))

This is a continuation of a previous drabble prompt [x]

There’s many ways to die in this world for most people, but that number decreases significantly for a soldier. You either get shot, stabbed, blown up, or your ship crashes, and right now, the most common one, a bullet, was trying its damnedest to kill Agent Indiana.

Cold spread slowly through her limbs starting in her fingers and toes. Her head lolled from side to side at a constant pace which she wasn’t providing herself. Her eyelids refused to bid her demands to open, and when she tried to move any other part of her body, they conspired with her eyes in their refusal. All of the Freelancer’s senses felt delayed or muffled, and she began to feel a sharp pain in her left side; her breathing shallow and rapid. Once more the woman tried opening her eyes, and looking up, her vision was filled with stark, bright white and a golden reflection.

A long neglected memory flashed into her mind; Psyche remembered what this felt like, the sense of being protected and cared for in someone’s arms, the heaviness of sleep taking you away. She was ten and had stayed up way past her bedtime in hopes of seeing her popa as he got home from work. He’d seen her sitting in his favorite chair, a drawing in her hand as she dozed. Picking it up and studying it for a moment, he’d smiled with pride at the improvements she’d made in such a short amount of time, now able to see it was an obvious drawing of himself. His little girl had so much potential. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he bent over and cradled the child in his arms to take her to bed.

“Po-pa, I tried to stay awake, but I’m sorry, I got sleepy…,” came the timid little sound of the medic’s voice.

Maine looked down at Indie in his arms as he ran towards the Med-Bay, his visor hiding the panic on his face. He growled, “Stay awake, Indie,” and the giant of a man picked up his already frenetic pace. Medical personnel held there places still as stone seeing the Agent with the reputation of causing chaos whenever he entered the Med-Bay come running in covered in blood in stark contrast to his snow white armor. Medic Roberts was the first to dare to move upon seeing the armor of his colleague draped almost lifelessly in his arms.

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dontcallmeconnie:

agentindieandrho:

dontcallmeconnie:

“Indie, it’s fine, don’t worry. I was tied and blindfolded and gagged for fuck’s sake, she won’t mind if I explain it to her.”

“You’re right. I would totally understand if someone did that to my fiancee, and we all know how understanding South can be. It’ll be fine. I’m just gonna go start packing my things, so it’ll be easier to send my stuff back to my folks.”

“You won’t die, don’t worry. If anyone will, it’s probably going to be me.”

“But just in case, I’d hide for a few days.”

“Why should it be you? You couldn’t do anything to stop it or help yourself. You’ve got nothing to apologize for and you sure didn’t do anything wrong.

Yeah, looks like I’ll be sleeping in the Med-Bay for a while.”

dontcallmeconnie:

agentindieandrho:

dontcallmeconnie:

agentindieandrho:

dontcallmeconnie:

“But… it was you, wasn’t it?”

“Nope, it wasn’t me.”

“Right… Sure, whatever you say.”

“Okay, um, as long as no one finds out about it, especially South, because she will murder me, then yes, that was me. I…should have just untied you and been done with it, but, well, you looked very attractive and helpless, and I took advantage of it, and for that I’m very very sorry. Nothing like that will ever happen again, I swear.”

“Indie, it’s fine, don’t worry. I was tied and blindfolded and gagged for fuck’s sake, she won’t mind if I explain it to her.”

“You’re right. I would totally understand if someone did that to my fiancee, and we all know how understanding South can be. It’ll be fine. I’m just gonna go start packing my things, so it’ll be easier to send my stuff back to my folks.”