1x1 -- Curious and Stormy

[Curious]

(Holy crap, I love these two. Such darlings.)

Another wave of gratitude hit Chyhir, accompanied by a wave of exhaustion. Scott was right, he still hadn't gotten enough sleep. No matter how much he wished he could take Scott's hand in his own and skip away to the Endeavor, that wasn't going to happen until he had at least partly recovered. Enough that he could lift his arm without having to stifle a groan of pain, and he wasn't there yet.
"Alright, I understand. I-- Wait. Scott, look at Sam and Knuck." He burst into painful giggles at the sight of the two sleeping on the floor with Knuck forming a donut shape on Sam's stomach. "Well, I'm glad they get along."

[stormy tom]

Scott glanced over at his best friend asleep on the floor, oblivious to they new friend who was curled up on his huge tummy. Knuck was lifting up and down slowly as Sam inhaled and exhaled. What a sight. He couldn't help but grin.
Then he turned back to Chyhir. "Take your time hun, nothing's waiting on you, don't worry."

He hoped Chyhir could get the sleep he needed. Scott sighed and rubbed his face, feeling his beard. He would shave when he got back to the Endeavour. Chyhir didn't seem to have a problem with it anyway, although Scott would not be sad to see it go. It just wasn't the look he was going for. Sam had told him it was his dad beard. Scott was far too young to be a dad.
Anyway, he stayed with Chyhir until the doctor fell asleep, then went to get himself some water and find him and the other two companions some food as well.

Sam eventually awoke, snorting. Ah, there was a person on his stomach.
There was a person on his stomach.
Sam blinked. Aw, sweet. He stayed lying down, putting his hands behind his head. This wasn't so bad.

Scott would give Chyhir as much time as he needed to recover. Hours, days, weeks. Whatever it took.

[Curious]

"No, I'm really tired, so I'll go to sleep now. You can sleep with me again, if you want, since I know sleeping on the floor like Sam is doing can't be comfortable. Well...actually I know it isn't, because that's what I've been doing for the past week." He snuggled down into his covers and nuzzled into his pillow with a yawn, closing his eyes. "Thank you again, Scott."

Knuck, too, awoke in a short amount of time, mostly because of Sam's snorting. He uncoiled a bit and stretched out his tiny paw-like feet. His arms folded underneath his chest and he lifted his head, his ears perking.
"Mnuh? Oh. Yeah. Hi. You don't mind me sleeping on you, do ya? I mean, it may be a bit late for me to ask that, but uh...heh." He broke into a sheepish grin. "You're a lot more comfortable than the floor or the chair. And warmer, too."

[stormy tom]

(feel free to time skip whenever you like, if you want B) )

Scott indeed took his place back in the bed, cuddling up with Chyhir and falling asleep as well. His dreams were pleasant and fairly docile, considering Scott rarely dreamed and even more rarely had good dreams. He slept quietly and still, as usual, slipping deeply into his slumber as usual. But Scott had a warrior's instincts and could snap awake quickly, even from a deep slumber.

Sam smirked at Knuck. "Yeah, I am a lot better than a floor little guy, can't blame ya for makin' that choice. Be my guest." He looked over at Scott, who was asleep again. Good. The captain needed his rest so he could get them out of here once it was time for the next and final phase of his plan. They would need their captain's brain to get them safely back to the Endeavour.

[Curious]

A week passed, and with time, Chyhir's health slowly but surely improved. He couldn't yet walk on his broken leg without crutches or other means of outside support, but moving around certainly wasn't as painful as it had been before. That being said, he was still in pain. The wound in his shoulder was especially troublesome, as it had gone the longest without treatment and it was the most severe infliction he had received. He had been extremely lucky that it hadn't developed an infection; that would have made it twice as dangerous. He wouldn't be able to use that arm without feeling a rush of pain for quite some time.
Chyhir was feeling especially energetic that day, waking up early (as he usually did when he was in a healthy state) and wolfing down his breakfast (with his usual Chyhir politeness, of course).
"I'm ready to leave," he explained as soon as he had access to his captain, "I want to get off of this planet, and I'm sure you, Knuck, and Sam do, too. Not to mention that the longer we stay here, the more time we give Darius to find out we're still here. I'm not fully recovered, of course, but I'm strong enough to travel to the ship, and all I need is more time in order to fully heal."

[stormy tom]

Scott gave Chyhir all the time he needed, escorting him if he anted to get up, making sure the hallways were clear first. He did not want the wrong person to spot the escaped prisoner wandering the hallways.
At last, the doctor seemed to have improved enough to be fit to leave.
Scott looked over at Sam, who nodded and holstered his blaster.
"Final phase," Scott said. "Chyhir, I'm going to carry you, okay? You can't keep up the pace we'll need to move at. Knuck, Sam will take up the rear. You can stick in the middle, but you have to keep up."
The captain smoothed out his stolen infirmary uniform and scooped Chyhir right off the bed, making sure everything was disconnected. He wrapped the doctor in a blanket. "It might be cold on the ship we're about to steal he explained quietly, adjusting his grip carefully on the injured and fragile doctor. "Okay everybody, let's go. Our crew is waiting for us!"
Sam nodded once, rifle at the ready. He took up the rear as Scott led them from the room and started navigating the base once again. The captain took them back into the supply closet and back into the service stairwell. They headed up the stair case until they could go no further, and there was the hangar, stretching out before them. Scott jogged along the wall, out of sight, spotting the fighter jet he had already picked out before the plan had initiated. It was not scheduled to leave for another few hours, so it was empty but all served and ready to go.
Sam took down a guard and stole his ID, using it to access the fighter. Scott carried Chyhir up the ramp and inside. It was a lot smaller than thee Endeavour, yet still well-equipped. And clean.
And fast. Scott chosen something rapid and possessing ample fire power in case something went wrong. He took Chyhir to the very small emergency med-bay and hit the button with his knee to slide the bed out. Then he lay the doctor down on it. "Hang tight, okay? I'm gonna strap you in, but I'll come back down when we're out of orbit and Sam doesn't need my help to fly this thing. I'll be right back. Promise." The captain pulled the straps out and snugly tied the doctor down, leaving his arms free.
Then he ran to the cockpit where Sam was firing everything up. The hangar guards spun, shouting now as the fighter's ramp slid shut and the plane took off. It took off through the hangar opening and was in free air space.
"Punch it!" Scott shouted and Sam slammed down on full throttle. They would be out of sight before the navy could get to them. "Cloaks up!" Sam turned the cloaks on.
Then they both released a sigh. They were free. The Endeavour was not far away now. Only a day's travel. Scott headed back down to the med bay, pulling off his infirmary uniform, revealing his usual clothes underneath. He was missing only his leather jacket, which was hung up safely in his room back aboard the Endeavour.

[Curious]

Now that Chyhir was fully conscious to witness their next escape, he ended up fretting the whole time. He observed everything from Scott's arms while silently listing off everything that could go wrong in his head. Every time the small group moved, he shrunk further and further into his lover's hold as though expecting Darius himself to pounce on them at any moment. What's more, he felt like a major burden--a literal weight slowing Scott and the other two down because they felt obligated to stick close to their captain.
He nodded at Scott's explanation and waited to be strapped in. Distant shouting reached his ears--likely the guards. He knew they were taking off and shooting out of the atmosphere as he was pressed down to the bed with gravitational force. Aside from feeling like a pancake, he was in better condition than he'd expected after their escape from that planet.
"We're safe now, right?" he asked when Scott was within sight. "We're out?"

Knuck hadn't found much trouble with keeping up with Scott. He followed close behind and kept an eye on their surroundings as they went. He felt just as thrilled as the doctor to be leaving that cursed place, if not more so. He'd been imprisoned there for much longer than the doctor, after all. Several excruciating months.
Watching next to Scott and Sam as the ship soared into the stars, he let out a long sigh. It felt as though a brick of lead had been removed from his chest. Tears of relief welled in his eyes and he removed his goggles briefly to wipe the salty droplets away. Because he was, to be frank, embarrassed about both his tears and his eyes by themselves, he didn't leave his goggles off but for a few moments.
"I haven't been free until now for 'bout half a year," Knuck said suddenly, half to himself and half to Sam. His gaze was set on the front window. "It feels...good. No more confining spaces. No more guards. No more solitude. No more dreading your next visit to the ring. Almost feels like a dream."

[stormy tom]

"We're safe now," Scott nodded, loosening the straps a little. "Soon we'll be back aboard the Endeavour, and taking a nice long break until you've recovered. We'll stop off at a planet somewhere, hide out for a bit, get the rest we need and recuperate. I'm not sending us into another mission until you can walk on your own."
The blonde undid the top couple of straps, hopping up onto the bed and propping the doctor against him so he could sit and drink from the water the captain offered him. "Just a few more hours and we'll be home. Then you just let us know whatever we have to do, okay? None of us are even close to doctors. But I should tell you Halia did an amazing job popping my shoulder back in. I was going to ask you if you might show her a few things. It might be good for some of us to learn some fundamental first-aid skills, maybe a little more with trouble we all get into."


Sam sighed understandingly. "I can only imagine," he offered. "But you're safe now. The captain will make sure you end up somewhere safe and get where you're going. He's a good man. He'll look after you."

[Curious]

Chyhir stretched out to test his mobility under the straps with a slight exhale of relief. Like most people, he didn't enjoy being bound to anything. He settled against Scott with an eagerness. He would never get tired of being close to him.
"Thank you. I wouldn't be opposed to teaching her," he murmured as he sipped on his cup of water. "It would definitely be a comfort to know there's another person here who has a basic understanding of doctoring. I'm glad to hear that she was able to fix your arm; I was really worried about that." He shivered a bit at the memory of Darius inflicting the blow to Scott. He could swear he could still hear the sound Scott's body had made. He reached to the side to slide his hand into Scott's palm and intertwine their fingers.

Knuck plopped into an open chair and spun around.
"I figured he was a good guy, from the way Chyhir talked about him. That doctor absolutely adores him, I can tell ya that. He was basically all he talked about, explaining how he's saved his life and stuff like that. Cappy threatened me when he first saw me. Which is a good thing, because it means he's really protective over Chyhir. Lets me know that he's genuine."
He tapped his claws on the armrest, gazing at the wall in thought.
"I wouldn't necessarily mind stayin' with you guys, actually. My planet's dull. Nothin' ever happens, there. And besides, I like Chyhir. He's a good guy. Don't mind you or Scott, either."

[stormy tom]

Sam smiled. "Yup Scott's a bit of softie really. Unless you cross him. Anyway, that's his decision to make if you want to stay. You'll have to ask him yourself."

Scott smiled, leaning into the position. "We would have gotten my arm fixed eventually," he reassured. "We might have had to stop off somewhere first..."
Yes, at least one more person at bare minimum should learn a few things. The crew would massively benefit.
A few hours and the planet was in sight. Scott strapped the doctor back in and went up to help Sam land the fighter. The Endeavour was close by.
Scott came back down to unstrap Chyhir, lifting the blanket-wrapped doctor right off the bed and heading for the landing ramp.
The crew met then halfway, overjoyed to see their captain, copilot, and doctor all in one piece. Scott carrier Chyhir inside and brought him to his room.
"It's over," he smiled. "Want to try and walk a bit? I'm sure the crew would be happy to see you. I can fend them off for a little while if you prefer to wait however."