no (wo)man is an island - for bitcheslovehypos

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"I will order you back to the ship." Jane paused and winced, slouching in her chair and avoiding the stunned silence echoing back at her. That really was not fair. She was well within her rights to demand her crew to abort mission when things went south. They weren't supposed to fight anyone else's war.

And blah, blah, blah yes, she is aware that makes her factually hypocritical, but right at that moment, she was going to be as hypocritical as she needed to in order to keep her crew safe.

"Bones, you said it yourself. Things are unstable down there. Get back here."

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Jane's grip doesn't loosen, not even an iota, but she nods.

"Fine."

She is not letting Bones go until they pry her from her. She can't-She can't make herself do it. Not yet.

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Somehow Len manages to get Jane to the med bay without much trouble, and that tells her, more than anything, how badly she's hurt. She finds that having something to focus on, something important, something other than just how damn much she hurts, makes it easier to hide it from Jane.

Her medical crew had everything set up by the time they arrive, and she wastes no time in getting to work on Jane's injuries.

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"You're not fooling anyone," Jane mutters from her place on the biobed. She's lying prone with her hands palm up by her sides. She tries and fails to follow Bones movements as they go to town on her back and whatever they dosed her with to cut the pain was making her drowsy.

"You're jus' as bad as me." When Bones comes back in sight Jane makes a weak grab to stop her. "Hey."

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Len gives Jane a wry smile. It’s easier, now, having her in the med bay and being able to treat her goddamn injuries. She’s still hurting, and the longer time passes the worse it gets, but she can wait. And will wait, because she can tend her own damn injuries later. In the silence of her office.

“No I’m not,” she retorted automatically. Jane’s weak grab caught her arm and she stopped. Without swaying or otherwise giving any sign of weakness or injury, she might add. She was too busy, had too damn much to do to let on to Jane just how bad she was feeling. “Hey.”

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"Don' do tha' ' gain." Jane's fingers go lax as the pull of whatever they've shot into her tugs her toward unconscious. "Don' leave."

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Len cards shaking fingers through Jane’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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"Everyone does." Jane mumbled glumly. Her vision is blurred and her mouth feels gummy, but Bones' fingers in her hair feel like some kind of benediction. She can't leave her like that again.

She can't.

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“Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me,” Len muttered, fingers still carding through Jane’s hair.