Aizawa Shouta glanced over to the burgundy haired woman, sleeping soundlessly in the bed next to him. Deep purple bruises littered her normally pale, smooth face. He could spot the large leg cast through the white sheets. Shouta would frown but the effort would be too much, right now. This woman had fought the Nomu before him and Samantha held it off and had severely wounded the creature when he could barely stand against the creature. Even that he was beaten, easily. She suffered from the fight to keep the thing at bay from him and his students. She was something else. Shouta couldn't decide whether Samantha was foolishly stupid or extremely brave. Whatever Shouta chose to think of her, she had his respect.
The door of the Nurse's office creaked open. Shouta turned his head to see who entered. Two men walked in with a rich brown overcoats over dark blue suits. He recognized the tall, dark figure as James and the short man wearing glasses as Tim. James recognized Shouta under all of his bandages and sent a small nod to the teacher as he moved to his best friend's side. Shouta took that to be courtesy of his deduction quirk. "Sam's still asleep?" James asked him, looking over to Samantha with concern.
"She fell asleep about an hour ago." Shouta answered, stiffly.
"How are you doing?" Tim asked, sympathy flashing in his gaze.
"Better than Samantha." Shouta mumbled back.
"That much is right, where were you?" James asked, crossly. He turned away from his sleeping friend to glower at Shouta with a bright anger lingering in his stormy grey gaze. "Where were you when that thing snapped her leg like a twig? When it squeezed her until she screamed?"
'He's seen the security recordings.' Shouta thought, darkly. Nezu showed Shouta when he had requested to know what happened to his comatose roommate. He glanced back over to Sam, she was stronger than she appeared to be.
"James." Tim chided his fiancée, sharply. "Sam is Sam. This is what Sam does, what she has always done. We both know this. Aizawa does not. There is no one to blame here, not even Sam. You should know better than anyone with your quirk."
James pursed his lips at Tim but didn't care to respond, knowing that he was wrong and Tim was correct.
"We'll leave and let you rest too. I'll tell Jess to let us know when Sam is well enough to teleport to her apartment. I hope you get well, soon. Sasha must be going up the walls, let's go." Tim smiled at Aizawa and turned to James who was glaring at the cast on Samantha's leg. "James Rogers."
James seemed to snap out of his daze and nodded, dutifully at his fiancée. Tim pulled James out of the room by his hand as if he were a child. Shouta stared after the couple with aspiration. Tim seemed to be the clam and more level headed partner. While James had the fire that he and Sam shared. the warmth to protect and the heat to defend. The pair were right, Samantha was ready lay her own life down for him and his students and she barely knew them. Shouta looked back over to the serene burgundy haired woman and his lips quirked ever so slightly up in amusement. Samantha was foolishly stupid and the self sacrificing idiot... She would fit right in with the other teachers. Shouta decided with the smallest hint of a smile.
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Samantha was brought home to her bed via Tim's portal. Sam eased herself out of the Stuff hospital gown and into a nightgown, she winced at ever movement as her body protested her. and James tucked her in with a fond, smug grin that he is taking care of her when it was normally her and Tim taking care of him. She was left to rest or channel surf. Sasha wandered in behind Tim and settled herself by Sam's side with a small whine. Sasha rested her head on her lap, stared up at Sam with big startling blue eyes. Tim wandered down to the kitchen and started cooking bulk dinners for Sam to freeze and heat up, so she didn't have to try to cook with her leg and injures.
Sam flipped to the BBC as she ran a hand through Sasha's silky fur. The news wasn't anything new or out of the ordinary, some random activist wanted quirk control, an extremist group attacked a quirk less function with extreme collateral damage but a large part of the evening news was still focused on Militia. Even after several days. BBC had sent reporters to Buckingham to question the royals' reaction and to Japan to question U.A. trying to place the blame on the school for lack of security. The news was trying to play to blame game. Same old, same old.
Sam flipped through the channels and settled on some good old Supernatural. Rin got her hooked on Supernatural, one summer when she stayed with Jo. The pair shared their favorite characters besides the boys. Charlie, Crowley and Gabriel. Both agreed that Lucifer was cool until treating Crowley like a dog and the whole season leading up to Jack's birth, then he was an asshole. As well as the fact that Metatron had a special place in Hell, reserved for him. Him alone.
Sam settled down under her comforter. Two small blackish cats jumped up on the bed. "Hello, Sirius. Remus." Sam grinned at her two kittens. "You two aren't going to be assholes and visit me?" She asked and moved her hand to stroke the closet to her, which was the ever moody Remus. He let out a soft purr as Sam scratch his ears. Remus settled by Sam's shoulder and head. Sirius hopped over Sam's legs and settled where she could continuously give him attention. Sam smiled and mindlessly stroked both, cat and dog while drifting off to sleep to the smooth rumble of Crowley's voice.
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Tim and James stayed at Sam's town house in the evenings after work to help Sam out with whatever she needed: cooking, cleaning, changing, showering. The school gave Sam, two weeks medical leave and tried to give Shouta the same. The stubborn man refused and Sam tried but was quickly hushed by both; Tim and James. Sam mostly stayed in bed with her leg propped up on a pillow for about a week. Sasha remained glued to her side for most of that time; only leaving for food, water and walks. Sirius and Remus stayed with her throughout the nights for the most part. Sam made her way through the entire series of Supernatural, Sherlock (All 9 episodes) and most of the way through New Who in a little over a week.
Sam managed to hobbled downstairs while juggling a laundry basket on a Tuesday morning to try and do laundry (which was difficult with crutches and a two handed basket.). Sam day on the last step to catch her breath, her lungs weren't quite ready for that exertion yet. Sam wanted to do her laundry herself, many things she was alright with Tim and James doing but she wasn't as comfortable letting them handle her lacy delicates.
The sweet scent of flowers flooded her senses and Sam eyed the mass of colorful flowers littering her home. Tim moved the flowers and get wells from U.A. to her living room. Apparently, more arrived over the week that spilled into the dining room and then to kitchen. Sam smiled. Sam loved and despised being cared for. Lacking that care and love for most of Sam's early years damaged her heart. These helped ease the scars on her soul. Yet, Sam could never for the life of her, figure out why they cared for someone like her.
Sam sighed and moved to go to the laundry room when the front door bell rang that sent Sasha into a barking frenzy. The husky made a mad dash to the door, eager to see who was there. Sam frowned at the door, set her basket down on the floor and hobbled over on her crutches to answer. She wasn't in the most presentable at the moment. A knotty bed head and a wrinkly nightgown with absolutely no make of any kind. Not to mention the ugly purple and yellow bruises that still littered her slim frame. Sam rubbed a drool mark, furiously trying to rid herself of it.
Sam peered through the eye hole and groaned at her luck and the sight of the blue head. Iida Tensei. How did he know where she lived? She didn't have to think much when bright blonde, gravity defying hair came into her mind. Hizashi... Sam sighed, heavily and opened the door with a tried smile. "Hello!" Sam greeted with faux happiness. "What a surprise! I suspect Hizashi gave you my address?"
Tensei offered her, a sheepish grin. "Yeah. I heard about the attack from U.A. from my brother. I wanted to see how you were doing. The news said that you and Shouta were injured.
"Yeah." Sam opened the door further to show case her cast in all it's glory. "Sorry that I'm a mess. I wasn't expecting anyone beside James and Tim. Come right in." Sam moved out of the way, so Tensei could slid in and closed the door.
"Roommates?" Tensei asked, letting Sam lead the way into her home. He walked, leaning down as he did so to scratch Sasha's head.
"Overprotective friends." Sam muttered, crossly. "They were insistent on helping me and wouldn't take no for an answer. I appreciate it, all in all but I'm certainly no damsel. You can make yourself at home, I was starting a load of laundry."
"Here, let me help." Tensei offered and moving to retrieve the basket. Sam's burgundy gaze widened, on top of the white basket with her see through delicates bag on top. Several lacy bra and panties were easily distinguishable through the mesh. Sam made a odd noise of shock in the back of her throat. Sam shooed Tensei away when he reached for her laundry basket.
"I got it!" Sam cried, hurriedly. She plucked the basket up, quicker than Tensei. A. Not wanting someone to help her. And B. Not wanting a cute guy to see her underwear when it wasn't on her. She tried desperately to juggle the basket with the crutches and try to hobble to her laundry room as fast as she could.
"Nonsense." Tensei easily finessed the basket away from Sam. Sam wanted to lunge for it but her leg would not allow. She was doomed. He held the basket, high above his head. His blue eyes dared Sam to try and jump with her broken leg.
"I don't want a guy to look at my things." Sam rushed out, desperately. She stressed the end of her sentence.
Tensei flushed, a deep scarlet when he caught on what Sam's things meant. He stared at the wall behind Sam, still keeping a determined grip on the basket. "Oh." He stammered out. "Well then... Well then, I'll keep my eyes close and you guide me there." To show, Tensei tucked the basket under his arm and closed his eyes. Such a gentleman. Sam started at the blue haired man and smiled.
"Alright." Sam relented and reached out, grabbing his hand. She place the nicely warm and larger hand on her shoulder and led the way to her laundry room. Sam set her things to wash and led Tensei back into the living room. "Thank you." Sam smiled at Tensei.
"No problem." Tensei brushed Sam's gratitude off, gently. "You needed help."
"Do you want anything to drink?" Sam asked, she hopped into the kitchen to turn the kettle on. "Tea?"
"Yes, please." Tensei asked. "Are you going to U.A.'s sports festival, next week?" He asked, curiously as he took a seat at the bar.
"Yes?" Sam said, confused. "That's the festival where the students preform to gain attention from hero agencies, yeah?" Sam offered Tensei, a tin of tea bags to select and a thing of milk and sugar.
"Yes. It's the first year that my brother will be preforming. I wish I could go but I cannot." Tensei smiled, fondly.
"Well, my niece is competing. So, I'll definitely be there. If you'd like, I can give you the blow by blow?" Sam offered, leaning on the counter to get weight off her leg. She peered up at the taller man, he wasn't that far away from her at all. Tensei offered her, a bright grin and started to respond when a loud pop resounded throughout the living room accompanied by the turning of a key in a lock. Tensei tensed, not knowing what made the noise.
"Hello, my dear. What in the bloody hell are you doing downstairs?" Tim asked, stalking into the kitchen from the living room. A disappointed frown tugging on his handsome face.
"Uh, tea?" Sam tried, not helping her cause at all.
"Aunt Sam?" Rin called out from the front door. "Tim? What are you doing here?" Sam turned her head to the door and opened her mouth to answer her niece.
"Sit down, Samantha Pond. Right now... Ah, Rin. Come in for dinner." Tim ordered, sternly. "Don't argue with me. You too." Tensei blinked surprised by the demand and glanced over to the retreating Sam. She looked over and shrugged. Sam mouthed, 'Go with it' and sat down at the table. "Come help me with dinner, James!"