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[She'll probably be sending a few of these throughout the night until she gets a response. She's trying to keep her voice calm, but obvious panic is leaking into it, anyway.]

John. Where the hell are you? Are you okay?

[Unfortunately, it's not until the next day that John actually replies. His speech is less slurred than yesterday, at least. She doesn't need to know quite how bad it is.]

Just south of the school. Sorry, yeah. I'm... well, I've been better. You don't mind me having cool scars the next time we meet, right?

[Just going to... joke. Yep.]

[Holy shit, give her a second. Her heart is in her throat here, so it takes her a second to gather herself enough to respond. The relief in her voice is almost palpable.]

Scars? What happened? What house are you in?

Think it's No. 67 on House's map. There are a lot of people here at the mo. and the Joker's still on the loose, though. Stay safe with Solomons. Please.

And it's just some frostbite. I'm probably gonna need to take off part of my ear.

Part of your ear.

[God, Watson.]

We could be there by tonight.

[She's not going to push it, she's just worried.]

I always thought they stuck out funny, anyway.

[Laughing. We're laughing so we're not crying, Fiona.]

I'd really rather you two stay put. The Joker's moving south. Black Wid- Ms. Romanov and Mr. Stark are going to try to apprehend him today, but we haven't gotten word from them, yet, on how that's going.

Just get away from the tunnels if you're anywhere near them. We've got four people in the house now, too. Doubt Solomons would want to be here, and I wouldn't blame him. It's dangerous, Fiona.

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Yeah, well, I'm not taking Alfie's opinion into account, here.

[But she'll take his, so she sighs.]

I'll hold off a day, but I'm meeting you tomorrow.

[It makes his heart swell that she's just going to disregard Alfie like that. Even if it... shouldn't. Well, regardless.]

I'm going to try to convince them to let me move by tomorrow. We're heading for the clinic area. Two houses side-by-side, should be easier if there's any sort of large group. I promised Jay I'd look for signs of what happened to Ms. Carter. I have to do this for him. He was counting on me to protect her.

I'll come with you.

[There's a brief pause, and then she continues.]

How bad is it? The frostbite. Don't brush it off, be honest.

Well, I'm gonna have Luna cut off part of my ear, Fiona.

[It's that bad.]

[Fiona lets out a frustrated noise. It isn't at him, just at... everything.]

What else? Do you have frostbite anywhere else? Did he hurt you?

Touch of it on the fingers. That's mild, though. I should be able keep those.

[He's just... not going to address the 'did he hurt you' part. He was unconscious in a snowdrift. That speaks for itself.]

[Watson. Fine, she'll be more pointed.]

How badly did he hurt you?

I've been in worse shape. I've been in better. I'll recover, Fiona. Please don't worry. Nothing's broken. I can walk, and I haven't lost any limbs. I'm just... banged up.

[Very banged up.]

Might have a mild concussion.

You worry about me, I'm allowed to worry about you. You trust Luna to take care of you?

I don't remember agreeing to that in this team. I'm the worrier. [It's said mildly. Still just trying to dampen some of her upset.]

I trust her medical expertise, yeah. I'm directing her, as well, and I've got England here, too. He's fussing.

... It's really weird.

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[Well, Fiona doesn't trust Luna with this. It's just principle, really, not anything against Luna herself—Fiona wants to be there, just in case someone screws up.]

I'm changing the terms of our partnership officially. You're... medically unsound, you can't argue.

[That sounds vaguely official, and it's a lame attempt at joking, at least.]

[It's a lame joke, but John laughs lightly.]

Right. Next time you're out for the count, I'm taking advantage of those medically unsound rules.

Whatever, John.

[But, back to being serious.]

Are you going to tell me what happened?

[She can't see him, but the awkward silence as he rubs the back of his neck mostly speaks for itself.]

He was coming south as I was heading north toward the clinic. Didn't realize who it was at first. When I did, I told him to turn around and head back north. Didn't want him going anywhere near you. I asked him more than once to just go north, and he refused. He's got a fireplace poker with him. Knew I'd need to get that away from him if I was going to have a chance wrangling him. I was really just trying to chase the bastard north.

[John sighs.]

Didn't quite work out the way I'd planned.

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Anywhere near me.

[Oh, Watson. Fiona is quiet for a moment, and then finally she sighs.]

He hit you with the poker?

You, Solomons... other people in the area, too. [Mostly her.]

He hit me with the poker a few times, yeah. Got in some hits myself. Think I managed to slice his arm open. Probably could have just gotten him at the start, but I didn't want to kill him.

...Solomons mentioned it'd be a bad idea to kill him, and I'm agreed on that. The Joker's injured, several ways. Better not to have him come back healed up to full if he comes back.

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Good.

[She says it a little fiercely. She's glad Watson gave back as good as he got.]

You think he'll try to come after you?

[By god, did he try. Apparently, Joker's face and head are made of steel.]

I'd prefer he did over anyone else.

[Listen, John, she stayed up all night freaking out over you!]

Why? Hoping you'll lose part of the other ear and match?

@enhance; night 143; audio

@jwatson; day 144; audio

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