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A/N: I'm currently completely a prompt for livejournal so these chapters are the individual prompts.
PROMPT: SCAR
One night, Kate finds John gazing intently at his reflection in her compact that had survived the launch of nuclears. He seems absolutely mesmerized, a million years away. At the threshold of the door, she almost teases him about vanity. However, when she peers closer, she catches him brush his fingers against raised flesh on his face. Two lines that merged into one while going south. Since getting the scars, John has never given any sign of disdain toward them and Kate hadn't expected him to. Scars decorated his back, arms and legs even, various shapes and designs that told countless stories. From his days as a young boy falling out of the sandbox to the man he is now, cuts and scratches are an unfailing part of their lives. Scars remind them of survival. Living through the pain and moving on.
Kate crosses into the room and takes a seat on the bed beside John, her outer thigh brushing his own. She doesn't speak, instead waits for him.
He snickers at the sight of himself, "Our kid's gonna be so fucking scared of me."
Oh, now things make sense, Kate thinks to herself. "John, you know better."
"It's hideous."
"It's not."
"How can you—"
She doesn't let him finish. Grabbing the compact from his hand, Kate sets it on the mattress. She touches his face with no hesitation because in her mind there is no difference. She finds his eyes and instantly there's that connection—that unexplainable frequency that happens every time. Somehow they create God and in turn are granted their own little world. She strokes his jaw, "Hasn't anyone ever told you that scar tissue is just tough skin? John, our child is going to love you no matter what. He or she will love you because of that scar, the same way that I do. Its strength and sacrifice that marks your face and you should know that," she grins at him teasingly, "Plus, isn't there some adage about men and battle wounds?"
John gives her a small smile, skin wrinkling around his eyes, "I'm being stupid, aren't I?"
She kisses the scar etched into his face, laughs lightly against it, "Ridiculous," breathes him in, "Human and it's allowed."