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Author's Note: I would just like to start this off by saying that you guys are the best. You really really are. I had no idea I would get this sort of response when I posted this. You guys have made me so happy. So ten points to .LOL, TheInvincibleKay, Elegantly Simple, AlwaysBrokenHearted, rebel-bred, elena kate hale, Flamekaat, Orochi Miho, Hooded Crime, chatnoir1, EmbersSpark and Fran (your review made me giggle. Thank you so much. I'm so glad you are enjoying it!) for sheer awesomeness. You (and Thor) have really made my week.
Okay now on to end the cliffhanger!
I blinked my eyes blearily, trying to remember exactly how I ended up on the floor when the gorgeous blue eyed face of Fandral or whatever-his-name-was filled up my vision.
"Don't move, Lady Darcy," He instructed me gently.
I giggled groggily at the title. No one had ever really called me a lady before, it was adorable, I didn't tell him this though, because that was really not cool, so instead I asked, "Are we playing a game?"
"A game?" he repeated, confused, the bridge of his nose scrunching up in the most endearing fashion.
"Yeah, is the game to not move?" I elaborated, "Do I get a prize?"
"I'm afraid I don't understand," he replied gentlemanly, "You may be severely wounded. I think it's best if you stay still while I try to assess your injuries."
I pouted slightly in my semi-consciousness state, very disappointed at that news, I'd much rather be playing with this attractive Norse god.
"Well that's no fun." I complained, dazedly.
I could tell he couldn't help the grin that spread across his pretty pretty mouth as he remarked, "No, not fun at all."
I suddenly noticed the wreckage behind him of rubble, broken dvd cases and shattered glass bringing back the memory of seeing the huge metal destroyer rampage through town and being thrown across the street, I winced at the memory causing Fandral to look up at me with concern.
"Ah, that big freak out there can pack quite a punch." I commented.
"The guardian is one of Asgard's most formidable defenders." Westley informed me as he stripped off his gloves, "I need to examine and treat your injuries, may I?"
He indicated my left arm, I nodded my permission. I must have been hit pretty hard in the head because I was still too out of it figure out if I was injured for myself.
He helped me ease off my now torn jacket, Damn, I loved that coat, I thought with chagrin at the sight of the torn material.
I became dimly aware of my aching back and stinging pain in my arm as I moved ever so slightly to assist him. He then gingerly rolled up my sleeve as he lifted my left arm to examine it, feeling my wrist gently. I let out an involuntary hiss at the motion.
"This causes you pain?" He asked with his overly formal tongue.
"Yeah," I replied, trying not to sound like a baby, "Hurts like a son of a bitch when I try to move it."
Unfortunately it seemed as though the pain was waking my body up, filling my senses with more soreness and bruises.
"Ow." I groaned, as he put my wrist down gently.
"Does it hurt anywhere else?" He asked intently, damn it was nice to have such an attractive man fawning over me; I only wished I hadn't just been hurled through a window.
"Only about everywhere, but I don't think anything else I broken." I answered feeling out my body to see if anything else ached as bad as my arm, I furrowed my brow in concentration and was met with more pain, "Ugh, my forehead hurts."
Mr. Gorgeous Wonder Boy leaned closer and brushed my hair out of my face, which ya know, was not bad at all, he really was very nice to look at. The image was almost ruined when he pulled back his fingers and I saw that they were covered in blood. Now I am not a squeamish person, that is not what I am saying but that was a lot, and I told him so, "Damn, that's a lot of blood."
"Head injuries always bleed more, but it will be fine once we treat it." He told me in his calm manner and lovely voice as I became vaguely aware that my cute knit cap was no longer on my head, but just at that moment, I didn't care.
"Okay, there's a first aid kit back in the van," I informed him as I observed his hands fumbling at his back.
"There is no need," he said in assuring tone as he pulled out a small black leather pouch from underneath his two part capey-cloak thing and his chest plate.
"Well aren't you handy?" I noted admiringly, glad that I wouldn't have to be left alone. I watched as he undid the clasps and began sorting through it, extracting some sort of salve, something that I suppose was a gauze substitute though it looked both more durable and softer as well as long smooth looking bandages and a little bottle of what I supposed was medicine.
"Got any aspirin in there?" I asked weakly, I was not a baby and you could never call me that to my face and not get slapped but whether or not my wrist was actually broken or just sprained didn't matter, it hurt like hell.
"Aspirin?" He asked, perplexed and as adorable he looked when he didn't get something I said, it made me realize just how much he wasn't from around here.
"A pill to make the pain go away." I clarified.
"I don't have any 'pills'," he replied, clearly unfamiliar with the term, "But I do have ingen smerte(*), we use in the healing rooms back on Asgard to numb pain."
He held up the small vial of light purple liquid he had pulled out of their equivalent of a first aid kit.
"That sounds great, give me some of the 'engine smart'." I suggested holding out my uninjured right hand to take it from him. He was a thoughtful gentleman who not only didn't correct me butchering his language but also took off the lid for me as I hadn't actually figured out how to take off the cap one-handed without looking like an idiot.
"Thank you." I said before downing a swig of it and handing it back to Pretty Boy Westley. It tasted sweet, kind of like grapes and something else I had never tasted before. I felt its effects almost instantly, the stinging fire of my forehead calmed while my wrist felt numb, but I didn't mind in the slightest, "Wow, that stuff is good, it doesn't hurt at all anymore. It numbed it instantly, like magic."
"Most of what we can do has been viewed as magic by your kind." Fandral said with a twinkle in his eye as he wiped off the blood I could feel coming from the cut that didn't hurt anymore, "Our medicines are the finest of all of the realms, our people live for many many years without illness and any injury is healed quickly."
"Wow." I noted, concentrating on the spark in his eyes as he talked proudly about his people. Okay so I wasn't entirely absorbing what he was actually saying but I got the gist of it.
"This helbrede* salve, for example," he said as he dipped his fingers in the ointment and held it up for me to see, "encourages advanced healing. By applying this, your cut should heal within the hour without a scar."
He extended his fingers in a 'may I?' gesture to which I nodded my consent, true I nor any doctor had ever heard of any 'hell bread' balm but if it had been made by the same people who'd made the amazing numbing 'engine smarts' then I had absolutely no problems with it.
He moved his fingers closer, moving hair back out of the way with his other hand and warned me, "This will be cold."
"Bring it on." I directed him in my cocky manned, all too aware of the way his beautiful light blue eyes looked on me with such care and determination. He didn't have quite the intense baby blues that Thor had but they were still enough to almost make me forget my name when he looked at me like that.
The cream was a little cool but also smooth and I could already feel it starting to work as he put a bandage over the injury so that the salve could do its job.
"There," he noted with some satisfaction with his work, "now onto your wrist."
But before he could treat it I heard over the crashing of the Destroyer wreaking havoc Jane yelling, sounding timid and afraid, "Darcy?"
Then the booming accented voice of the god of thunder, "Fandral! Darcy!"
And while I was completely infatuated with the man tending to me, I'm not gonna lie, with his accent and how deep his voice is, Thor saying my name (Dahsee) kinda made me swoon.
"Here, Thor!" Fandral called obediently to his lord's call.
"Just look for a two person sized hole and broken glass!" I called, maybe not so helpful but, hey, I may be injured but that can't take my spunk away.
"Oh thank God." Jane said, breathless with what I could tell was worry, "We got everyone out and then we couldn't find you."
I waved my uninjured hand as Jane made her way in through the hole we made while Thor remained mostly outside, I suppose to keep watch, "Cool your jets, Jane, we're fine, their big metal buddy just felt that we'd be better placed in the middle of the movie rental store."
She made her way through the broken glass before she crouched on the other side of me. Yeah we weren't best friends or like sisters but we'd grown fond of each other over the past while I'd been working for her, I was touched by her concern.
"Is she okay?" The astrophysicist asked the warrior as he unraveled a roll of bandages to make a wrap for my wrist.
"She received a gash on her forehead that should be healed soon and it seems as though her wrist may be broken." He informed her, taking my hand.
"So she'll be fine?" Jane double checked as she was a scientist who loved cold hard facts.
"Oh you betcha, he gave me some real top notch 'engine smarts' and 'hell bread' or whatever they were called." I said, reveling in the feeling of Fandral taking care of me as he wrapped the bandage nice and tight around my injured hand.
Jane shot me a confused look before leaning closer to Falrand or whatever the pretty blonde's name was. Sure I was falling head-over-heels for the guy but he had a damn confusing name. Jane whispered to him, "Did she get brain damage when she cut her head?"
"Shush," I implored swatting at her with my other hand, "that's not what they were called but I don't know Norwegian or Swedish or Polish or whatever language those words were, all I know is that they worked."
Westley smiled indulgently, at me, making me swoon quietly to myself, "I believe she is referring to the numbing solution and the healing balm I administered. She was treated with Asgardian medicine. I was about to give her some more to help accelerate the process of mending the bones in her hand if you like to see for yourself."
Jane nodded, always interested in new discoveries. By this point Mr. Dashing had finished securing my wrap and patted my hand gently as he put it back down. He then retrieved a small little light blue cube of who knew what in a small clear case. He took it out of its wrapping and handed it to me which I took readily, I had broken my arm once with I was 13 and it was not fun running around with a wrap then a cast for about a month and a half, if this could cut down the healing process I was definitely game.
This one felt slightly spongy on my tongue, and though it sounds weird, it tasted like a clear blue sky might taste. When I'd swallowed it I inquired of my Norse medic, "how long will it take for my arm to heal?"
"It should be well by the end of the day." He responded packing his super magic first aid kit away and tucking it back in his belt.
"Score! Well I am definitely a fan of your doctors." I said smiling easing myself up to a more upright position.
Jane looked as if she was about to ask Fandral a question but then Thor entered the wreck of the store, looking down at us from so high up, he might as well be on top of the Empire's State Building. Goodness, he was tall.
"Can she move?" he asked of his friend.
"Yes, I believe so." He answered, his eyebrows furrowing as he sensed the tension emanating from his leader, "Why?"
"Because we must leave," Thor answered without great detail.
"Then we shall." He replied as he rose to his feet with ease and Jane returned to a standing position. I looked down at my wrist as I tried to figure out how exactly I was supposed to get up without hurting it when suddenly the ground vanished from beneath me and I felt strong arms holding me. I craned my neck to see the Boy Wonder's face in close detail, distracted momentarily by his piercing eyes and his ridiculous Robin Hood goatee.
After what seemed like an hour, though was probably only a couple seconds, of just staring at him like a gape-mouthed idiot, I finally regained my senses and quipped, "You know, I am pretty sure I can walk."
"Right." He said shockingly ineloquent, "Pardon me, I assumed you needed my assistance."
He then lowered my legs so I could stand, but my arms were still wrapped around his neck, "Oh no, I appreciate it but you know, gotta make sure my legs work right."
He nodded almost seeming flustered as I reluctantly let him go and almost disproved me as my legs felt my full weight and I buckled slightly. Before I could wobble or return to the ground unceremoniously, he rather gallantly caught me around the waist. I blushed, "Ah, sorry, caught myself off-guard. I think I can still walk."
Though I wanted to tell him to never let me go and to whisk me into the sunset, I knew I had to try to walk as I could tell Thor's impatience began to boil under the surface at my slow speed.
"You can let me go now." I told him against my wishes.
He removed one arm but kept the other around my back to help support me even as I swayed slightly. Sure a girl's gotta have some pride but there was absolutely no complaining from my camp about letting an attractive man help me out after being hurled into a glass window. I was glad my legs weren't injured drastically though my whole body was sore from being hit. I later realized in hindsight, that if Fandral hadn't softened my fall I probably would have been a lot worse off then I was.
So in a slightly awkward manner, pretty Westley helped me make my way through the busted wall as we followed Thor and Jane out into the street. With all of the people gone, it was eerily quiet as we picked our way through rubble down the street.
"Jane! Darcy! Thank goodness I found you!" Erik yelled from a small street to the side of us and joined us, "You had me worried."
"We're going to be fine." Jane assured her uncle figure.
"Let's find the others." Thor insisted as we carried on in the direction of the main street of town. We had just rounded the corner when we saw the Gimli guy barely avoid being blasted by the metal giant. The Sif/Xena chick impaled him with her spear but it seemed to have very little effect. I could feel Fandral tense beside me as he watched his friends in such danger.
"My Lord," he whispered urgently to Thor, "Please let me help fight, we must end this."
"No." Thor commanded in his imposing voice, "You must protect these three, I must do this."
"Thor, no." Fandral was saying urgently, sounding horrified, "you said it yourself that it would kill you. You are mortal now."
"I know," the gorgeous god of thunder replied grimly, "I'm the one Loki wants, I can't have anyone else die for me."
I hadn't realized he had been holding Jane's hand until I saw him squeeze it before letting go and heading in the direction of the fire-happy metal monster. Jane looked panicked and made to follow him but Fandral stopped her, and said intently, "This is his will. We must let him go."
"No!" She insisted, "that thing will kill him."
"He knows," Westley replied solemnly, clearly grieved by his friends' decision.
And so we watched as the beautiful blonde god walked alone, solemn and proud to aid his friends and I would have been lying if I said I didn't tear up. Fandral squeezed my waist in comfort.
Stupid crazy noble tall hottie, I thought a little chaotically with bitterness, does he have to look so good just walking? That man is gonna break Jane's heart.
Author's Note:
*Ingen smerte- Norwegian for no pain
*Helbrede- Norwegian for heal
okay there is another chapter! I really am whipping these out fast huh?
And look! This one is at least twice as long as the past two! It's longer than the last two combined! This is what happens when I get 20 reviews in about 40 hours. I write more.
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P.S. The movie Thor quietly ships FanDarcy!
Big shout out to cloudgirl9 for pointing it out to me but in the scene when they all return to the bifrost mark and Thor is yelling for Heimdall to open the bridge, if you look behind Thor to the right, Fandral and Darcy are next to each other freaking holding hands.
Oh my freaking mighty giraffe.
I totally didn't catch it the first time but thanks to her heads up before I saw it again today I totally saw it this time!
They show them again for another second in the background right after the portal is opened and the warriors are returning, you can see Fandral walking forward, still holding her hand before letting it go.
It is only a couple seconds blurry in the background but every time I remember it I squee and do a happy dance and I just had to let you guys know of this exciting development so you can keep your eyes open for it.
Okay, enough of my freaking out, please review!
EDIT: Okay I spelled Wesley wrong, it is corrected to Westley as it was in Princess Bride, which is what I was going for. Thank you Ravyn Jane for pointing that out!
