Prayer of the Refugee
Summary : ToadOC:She saved him,he didn't appreciate it very much,it was an embarrassment to be saved by a weeks together will see them to her organizations base and difficult decisions will have to be non-sue experience.
Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug abuse, and sexually explicit content.
Memo: Just getting the story, this is a base into, so don't expect much. If your impatient and just clicking here for a flimsy plot, story and lots of smut, click away because you won't like this story. Guaranteed non-sue experience.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of X-Men, just my originals and this story.
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Chapter oo1
"You know, I would almost say God hates you, but since you survived being struck by lightning and near-drowning, and I just so happened to come across your sorry ass while running for my life. Not to mention how I somehow managed to drag your, what, 175 pounds of dead weight to my jeep? I'd say someone damn well loves you," Natalya growled, "But your unconscious, so you do not really care about what I am saying, do you?"
She was doing her best to drag him without further damaging his leg which was bent at an exceedingly odd angle below the knee.
It wasn't going very well.
"Oh, and so you know, my jeep is under at least twenty-five yards of water, it is cold and only going get colder, an even if were able to get cell phone service all the way out here, my phone is gone. Also, congratulations, your right leg is severely damaged, and I doubt you will ever so much as walk again, let alone leap around like the maniac you are."
Natalya was a Russian beauty; with long, dark hair, deep dark eyes, and a slender but strong figure. Her legs were long and thin, breasts pert and perfect globes, her skin unmarred. She was a vision to most. Except a scowl was always hard-set on her face when she was not near her husband.
Needless to say, he wasn't there at the moment.
The deadweight of the green mutant's unconscious body seemed to get heavier by the second, forcing her to strain to continue to drag him. She was strong, but not that strong. If her jeep hadn't stalled, they'd probably have been okay, but she'd had to leave it and now it had been washed away.
"You are very lucky that I am not one to go back on promises."
She had made the same promise to several others, but he was the only one to which she would be keeping the promise. She'd gotten him away from Stryker, that was the promise.
By the time he woke up, that mind control shit should have worn off if it hadn't already. She drug him to a spot under a pine tree, one of the few placed not entirely covered by snow. Luckily, neither of them had gotten wet, so she would have to worry about it freezing on them.
She rested for a few seconds, debating whether it was more important to set his leg while he was unconscious, or get fire wood. She settled on firewood, she'd need to get a splint for his leg anyway.
Natalya collected all she could, as quickly as she could, but between the snow covering, and the beginnings of spring thaw dampening everything, finding usable wood was hard, but she managed to get a decent pile together after the better part of an hour, checking on the unconscious mutant every ten minutes or so.
His mutation was largely what worried her, she was no biologist, but she knew that few, if any, amphibians did well in the cold. But then, she had no way of knowing how close to his namesake his nature was, but she highly doubted he could contend well with the cold. He was already shivering rather violently, but there was little she could do… She shrugged off her uniform coat and removed the heavy vest under it to drape over him.
They had no supplies to speak of, just the clothes on their backs at this point, and they probably wouldn't survive the night with only the meager little fire she could manage. She checked his pulse, his breathing. She slit the side of his pants, looking his leg over. The flesh was angry and swollen, no surprise there. She sort of worried that he may be in a coma at this point since he hadn't stirred in so long.
He breath caught in her throat; she'd left her pack further down the path, and assumed it lost to the water. But there was the chance that it might not have been swept away, and that was their only chance for survival. However, she couldn't go look for it right then, his skin was colder than death, and if his leg managed to swell anymore, she wouldn't be able to fix it.
She started a fire with one of the matched from her vest pocket. She held his head up and attempted to dribble some water from her canteen down his throat. She'd kept it close to her chest in an attempt to make sure it kept thawed, ultimately though, this wasn't the smartest idea since if it had been much thinner it would have only severely lowered her core temperature.
Growing nervous, she moved down to his leg and removed her gloves. Her hands were shaking, but not from the cold so much as nervousness. Sure she had been trained for this sort of thing, but she had never actually… done it.
"This is going to hurt," she warned. Somehow, it just felt good to hear the sound of her own voice in the eerie little clearing where all sound was dampened by the surrounding snow. She sent up a silent prayer that she would do this right, and pulled.
Xx- I have to say, I've never written a very attractive OC before, this is new for me, actually.-xX
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