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The 9th Hour... (Phase 1: Sept-Oct Event)

The cold presence is seeping in through the dark shadows. The darkness is reaching further, brushing the minds of the patrons and opening doors to dimensions that should not be open. Something wants in. But in the Central Library, there are ways to get through without crossing entirely… through your dreams. Among other things.

Pick one of the options below and make a post for other patrons to join you in the events. You may make up your own, but keep it matching the event at hand as the different phases of the event will progressively get worse.

1. Your dreams are getting dangerous, violent even. When you wake up, there are bruises and injuries that shouldn’t be there. What is going on? Why are your dreams becoming a reality little by little? And why is it getting so hard to wake up?

2. Things are shifting in the Library. The shadows are moving and the temperatures are starting to drop. There are cold spots that sometimes get colder and sometimes it feels like if you turn around, you’ll find someone right behind you.

3. The monsters are looking a bit more frantic and daring to come closer to the center of the Library where they normally will not tread. It seems you aren’t the only ones scared of the dark recesses any longer.

4. The Market is now a lovely little faire of the early Renaissance with all sorts of fresh grain, fruits and vegetables! It is a brilliant sight, but it seems the ominous plague masks they don still gives a foreboding feeling of the miasma that killed over two-thirds of the world’s population… Perhaps you shouldn’t wander very far.

5. New areas are now opened up. A blacksmith and workshop for the tinkers has been created. You might want to look or contribute... You might also want to stop in the new bath area. The large pool has a Grecian feel and all of the walls are made of crystalline glass where the stars are always shining with a different universe in constant succession.

6. Wild Card: Make up your own scenario. Just remember that all of the things above are happening. Things are getting foreboding and growing stronger by the day. Sleep will be a luxury you might not have… You may not see what’s coming, not yet. But you know it’s coming.

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"You didn't leave me. there was no one else in our room."

Had he done this.

Oh god somehow, in his sleep...was it his imagination or did his arms burn again? The lost look returned to his gaze before he buried it and swallowed hard. No, no never.

"...I-

I'll get towels and some water what were you - what's the last thing you remember?"

His sentences and talking it out made her eyes narrow a bit. She knew that line of thinking. Or at least she was sure she knew where he was going with that. If there was no one in the room to hurt her it must be him, huh?

She shook her head at him, reaching a hand out to grab hold of his wrist, so he didn't take off on her just then.

"I have water, and a cloth. I'm fine, Grant. Please..." She said softly, moving closer to him again, reaching up to touch his cheek softly. "I just had a bad dream. Maybe I hit myself is all. I was... fighting Agent May again. I don't know. It's fine. I think I did it myself..."

He twitches, "Hit yourself in the eye?"

Agent May. His eyes narrow and his hands clench at his sides. Of course not.

"She can't hurt you here anymore." It's hard to follow but she says she dreamed it. His hands hesitate before he reaches for hers and kisses her fingers.

"She can't hurt you here. No one can." except me, "It's natural to go through this but to get this sort of...stigmata?"

He shakes his head.

She frowns at him as he seems upset by this. She's not upset, just unsure. Confused. But now she wanted to make sure he kept level about it all.

As he kissed her fingers she gave him a faint smile, pulling his hand down to her lips to return the soft kiss to his own hand.

"Please don't worry, Grant. It was just a bad dream. I've had a lot of those in the past. It happens. Just give me some time to figure out what happened, okay?" AKA: Don't do anything we'll regret later, please.

"I love you for worrying, but I'm fine."

"I know. I get it, I just-" He shakes his head, "It's like - you spend so long trying to attack that when something happens..."

Still. Something was up. His hackles were on alert.

"...I wish we had a dog."

She dabbed at her nose, finding the blood had stopped. Her lip was puffy and eye sore still, but not bad. Sitting the cloth to the bowl of water she rubbed the palm off on her hip.

"We can see about getting a dog. Maybe one of the Librarians will know of something. If that will make you feel better. I wanted to talk to the Head Librarian again anyhow." she said with a small shrug, leaning into him and tilting her head into his shoulder.

"I'm fine though. Just a bad dream. Let's go back to sleep, hmm? If only for a bit. Maybe we can go monster hunting later, if that will make you feel better."

"I want you to be safe. It's not about me feeling better." He squeezes her fingers and sighs, "I want you to be happy, not...not..." hurt.

Sleep. Yes. Sleep will be ok. Sleep will be good and he nods, wrapping his arms around her for a moment before taking her hand back to their room - or what passes for it and he dreams.

He dreams about desperation.

He dreams about Skye.

You should have run faster. she says, while his chest clenches and his stomach turns over, You should have run faster. You should have but didn't. Because you're a monster. You deserve this. This pain

He slits his wrists, one long smooth line down the center and waits, waits for the blood to leak out.

You should have run faster.

"I loved you." The words are whispered, moaned, as the scars on his wrist open. They open slow, bleed slow, like a dead love, like a man with a broken heart.

"I loved you. Why did you leave me?"

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Good. Good. He agreed to just... rest. Sleep more. "I'm fine, Grant. I honestly have never felt more safe than with you here." She assured him and moved to snuggle in beside him in their bed again, resting her head to his chest to try and get over the throbbing in her face and head. Just a headache. She can get over it.

As they sleep again for a bit, she can feel the weirdness in the dreams. She can feel the hits she takes in fights sink in deep. She finds it harder to let go of the dreams, even as she feels something damp at her side, where his arm rests around her.

There is a blow to the belly that does it though, waking her up coughing a bit. Sleep is not going to happen after this. Not if it keeps doing this.

She realizes he's saying something. Loved you? Left him? Something sinks deeper in her belly at that. Worse than a dream kick. She didn't mean to leave him. She didn't want to. Reaching her hand up to touch his cheek she stilled before she got to it. The wet at her side sank into her head at that point. She glanced down to his arm, seeing the slow seep of blood.

She was sitting up suddenly. "Ward?!" There was a mild tone of panic that hit her voice. She knows about these wounds. She knows why. She knows when. He's told her that much before, while they were still getting to know each other. Learning how fucked up they each were. "Grant!" She said his name gain, turning around so she can get a good look at his wrist, realizing the other one was opened up as well.

"Grant, wake up, baby. Oh god, what the hell..." She said as she grabbed for the sheets, starting to try and rip them with her teeth and hands, ignoring the pain in her lip as she did. her other hand shaking his shoulder. "Come on, baby, wake up for me..."

He stirs.

"...Ss.S..no." The blood seeps out more, one long red line and he raises his hand to her, "No. Baby I found you. Kara, my Kara. It felt like...felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest but you're not dead. I didn't make the worst mistake of my life."

He looks ten years younger.

"...believed in me in mine when nobody else...when nobody else would or could, I -" He blinks, "...bleeding."

"I'm bleeding."

There's blood all over their sheets and he looks to her, scared, then serious, "Kara I'm bleeding."

As he stirs and wakes up she had just managed to rip a strip of the sheet, half in her mouth and in her hand. She is relieved to see him awake, and moving. That's good. Very good.

As he reaches to touch her and takes, she tries to reach for that hand, that wrist, only to watch it dawn on him that he's bleeding.

As calm as she can sound (as scared as she was). "I'm right here, love. I'm fine. It's just a dream. A nightmare. I'm right here. Let me..." She sucked in on her swollen lip and started to wrap his wrist as best as she could, as fast as she could.

It's not like it's the first injury she's ever wrapped. It's firm and stable, but if he didn't stop bleeding they'd need to do more. For now it was a pressure bandage to try to stop it.

She pressed his arm back to his chest, keeping it up a bit before going to rip a new long strip. "It'll be okay, baby. We'll take care of it. I... I don't know what happened though. I woke up and heard you and..." She sucked in a breath, ripped and moved to try to wrap the next wrist.

Her hands were shaking.

"Don't be scared." He can feel her trembling. Taking her fingers he squeezes them as best he can, which is minimal at best, "Don't be scared I'm here. and you're here. We'll keep each other safe."

He swallowed, "I thought...I thought you were skye. And she was telling me to kill myself again."

It was hard not to be scared. She didn't want to lose him now that she lost him once already because of her own death. Now that she had him here she didn't want to let him go. Fucked up HYDRA agents in need.

She felt the squeeze, but she shook her head, taking her hand out of him and taking his hand instead, stilling it as she pressed it to his chest again, as if to tell him to keep it up like she was showing him. She finished the tight pressure wrap on the other now and pushed it to his chest as well, cupping her hands over his wrists, hands still shaking but holding him to steady herself too.

"Don't you ever think that. No matter who tells you anything like that. Dreams or not. There is no reason to kill yourself." She leaned in to kiss the backs of his hands, frowning still. "We need to get this properly looked at though. I think there was a doctor in the group? Banner or something? We need to make sure you're going to be okay, baby. And I need to find the Head Librarian and find out what the fuck is going on."

Because her belly hurt, her head hurt, and he had cut wrists again . This was something new.

"...Banner? Bruce Banner?"

He freezes, "No. No. No I'm not seeing him. No." At any moment Skye could be here, Coulson could show up, he was their friend, if they knew...

He grimaces.

"...I can sew it up if you find me cat gut and a needle baby, I-" He rubs his wrists and shakes his head before wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

"....Hold me.

Please. I- I never asked anyone to do it then."

She frowned as he slipped into a chorus of No's, already figuring he'd say that. She wasn't really worried about it though, she could find a needle and thread for it. Reach into the right medical journal or something.

"Okay, it's all right. I can do it for you, love. Let's just get it to stop bleeding a bit." She said as calmly as she could, and he barely had to ask he to hold him, and she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around him, kneeling beside him and making sure she was a protective blanket around him. She could feel the sore aches in her body from fights in her past, or not even in her real past, but it was nothing compared to this.

"You never asked no one then because I wasn't there. Which I wish I was. I'm here now though. Let's... not go back to sleep."

He doesn't ache. He bleeds. And all he wants is to make others bleed in return. The anger around him is palpable. He growls, quieted like a wolf before leaning his head against her shoulder,swooning.

"I'm supposed to be the one protecting you."

But it's gentle and warm and he leans against her.

"...Only thing I'd know how to do is...grab the librarian and force him to talk."

"You have to allow me to protect you once in a while if you want to make this work. I don't want to feel helpless." She said softly, her arms wrapping around his head and shoulders, leaning into him a bit to hold him firmly. She kissed the top of his head, wanting him to calm down.

Where she wanted to be here to help, he wanted to be here for her. His anger is strong, and she knows it. Still, she wants to help him be Grant again.

"I'll go find him. After a bit. it can wait a moment. But we don't need to force him to talk. He's really a good being, I think. We start with asking, okay?" She said with a nuzzle into his ear and cheek, a pressed kiss. She's learned and managed, maybe he will relearn as well, after some time.

She intends to go looking for the Librarian in a bit. On her own.

"I love you so much." He leaned into her touch, her embrace, "I'll trust you. I-" He stares at his hands and then back at her with something, "....You lead the fort. Fight. Fight after we get my arms sewn up and I'll... I'll trust you."

He moves to stand and staggers.

"...woof."

She moved with him as he stood, frowning. "Oh no, You sit back down." She ordered, taking his upper arm as he staggered, trying to sit him back on the edge of the bed. "Sit, fists up. I'm going to go find supplies. Don't you dare move from here. You got me?"

time for tiny Kara to be authoritative. Follow her instructions for a change.

He keeps his hands up above his heart and it's a testament - a testament to his control that he doesn't roll over heaving his guts out and what remains of the little food he's eaten. Instead he sits, staring at the wall and he won't respond until she comes back.

"...It was the running into walls that really did it. I mean that was...that was me at the end of my rope."

She's worried. Really worried, but she watches him a moment, then takes off, looking for things she's collected before. She has a stash hidden here and there, and before long she returns with some things she's gotten before.

Coming to the bed side again she dropped a few things off, as well as bandages and... a small white cardboard box of cookies and two oranges. She sits those to the side and knees on the bed beside him.

She hurts. There are aches and pains all over, but he wont notice. He wont notice because she's very good at hiding her pains. Or tries to be. She instead works on him.

She moves to take one of his hands, bringing it to her and slowly, slowly, unwrapping it. "That was the past, Grant. They messed with you so badly, love, but that was the past. No more walls. No more rope."

She started to clean it.

There's something comforting about her hands, he takes pride in them. He helped her get better and now she's helping him. No more leaving things behind. No more killing things callously.

"...and I helped you."

He needs to know he did that.

She looked up to him as he said that. She knows that tone. The statement. He's looking for reassurance. She'd used that tone often as well, when needing reassurance.

She nodded, going back to work, cleaning his first wrist off. "You helped me. When no one else would. Now it's my turn, okay?"

She reached over and took out a cookie, moving to place it in his other hand that she wasn't working on. "Eat this. It will help a bit." She then smiled, faintly. "Me and a cookie. We will help." When she was sure the bleeding was taken care of as well as she could, pressure to keep it closed, she would start the stitches. She's done this a few times before now. "This will pinch..."

He's numb. Staring at his fingers he flexes them and stops himself, looking at the wound before looking back at her mournfully.

"...Nobody would have ever done this for me until you Kara." His voice is soft, "I used to dream...to hope that once I'd gotten away from garrett things would be better. That there would be people who'd do this for me.

I didn't realize I'd have to find you, but now that I have..."

The moment her fingers brush his he shivers.

"I keep hurting you."

Her smile was almost shy as he said all that, though she focused on what she was doing. Both hands needed to be treated the same, and that was what she was doing, carefully, tenderly. She would help any of the people here in the same way, hd it needed to be done, but she treated Grant a bit differently still. Much more care here.

"The kind of people we were trained to be generally aren't trained to see past anthers... past." She learned that with SHIELD as well. Perhaps if she hadn't tried to back stab them. To kidnap the Mockingbird. Maybe she could have been redeemed, but instead she died.

She shook her head, kissing the back of his hand before working on the other to finish it. "You have me now though, so you don't have to worry about those people."

She looked up as he said he keeps hurting her. "You haven't hurt me since you got here. You've never hurt me." Killed her, but that wasn't her. That was Kara the mentally insane masquerading as Agent May the Bitch. He shot May, not her. So she feels.

He closes his eyes and his chest hitches. Just a momentary lapse. He can do it. He can be better for her.

First things first. The look on his gaze is nothing but regret. It's nothing but the truth. If he'd thought, if he had actually thought and not...been so reckless...

His eyes are wet.

"I love you baby."

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