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On the third day, Chase awoke feeling rested -- awoke to the sun already hanging precariously high in the sky, betraying the later hour of the day. He turned, sitting up and grasping his t-shirt. In the heat of the night, he'd thrown it off.

Craning his head, he tried to check the colouring of his back -- damn pale skin betrayed bruises too easily. He sighed and got up to pack up the bag, ready to head back to responsibility. As it turned out, he couldn't even escape properly for two days.

"Jay," he murmured, leaning back down to kiss Jay awake, soft kisses pressed to his shoulder, jaw, lips. "Hey, angel," he added with a smirk. "Time to go."

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"My dreamin' brain is usually about five steps ahead of me," said Jay with a slow smile. His eyes were slightly sad, though. "It is gonna happen. When we go back. I mean, people... goddamn, but you're popular, an' they're gonna... try."

Chase frowned. "Try and what?" he asked quietly, not sure exactly what turn the conversation had taken.

"To get me outta your bed," he said simply. "Or get you outta mine."

Suddenly, the topic was all too clear and he shifted, resting his cheek on Jay's chest. "I'm sorry," he said, finally.

"I think it's sad," agreed Jay quietly, "but not your fault." He threaded his fingers through Chase's hair, and then gently rubbed the back of his neck. "God knows I understand what it's like t'find it hard to let go of somethin', but don' change the fact that we're gonna face it."

He closed his eyes tightly, as though to ward the world away. He wished he could take them back, all the attachments and the other people, wished he'd just stayed the same old Chase and not given a damn. "I picked you, Jay," he said, because that was the important thing. "Flirting and wanting isn't having."

"No, it ain't," agreed Jay. "If'n you're sure on the havin'-- well, I may need to hear it sometimes, but," and he took Chase's hand and rested it on his chest, above his heart, "I know in here."

Chase slowly leaned down and kissed the place his hand just touched. "You," he affirmed stubbornly. "I picked you. And you know I'll be completely honest. Tell you who's been flirting so you can laugh and feel superior because you get what they want."

"A superiority complex is jus' what I need," teased Jay, with a gentle laugh. "Ain't had one in a while."

Chase just smirked. "Maybe it's well-deserved?" He sobered up though. "I won't joke that...it'll be weird. There's Sam, who's a little unstable, I made him a promise that I'd look out for him. I'm afraid of him doing something...rash," he said, glancing at Jay's wrists.

"There's Sirius and Anna, which you know about...and, well...a lot," he laughed quietly. "And there's still lingering affection there."

Chase took a deep breath, willing himself to keep going, be honest. "John Constantine, though I've been avoiding him. He spoke of being...well, fond. And Cameron apparently, though I just heard, thinks there's bad timing. Apparently, she...yeah."

He brushed his hand lightly on Jay's hip. "Then, last, but never least...Wilson and House. Well, more House than Wilson, I guess. Ever since the thing, there's been this weird tension between us." Wilson was nothing more than a confidant, Chase was firmly affirmed in that. "I just want to help him, though. We'd never do anything, really."

He gave Jay a wary glance, sitting up. "So, hate me yet?"

Jay kissed him, just hard enough to affirm that he was still in it. "Not at all," he drawled. "Ain't your fault, really, that you happen to be a hot doctor who is also jus'... well, good."

He smiled, almost amused. "I guess you're lucky I got so much experience in workin' not to care what other people think."

Chase just smirked. "I think out here, the hot doctor part goes far enough." He sat up, cross-legged. "And...I am possessive, a bit. I get jealous, but I don't mind if you flirt. It's the step after being nice."

"You care if I'm nice to people?"

"I don' mind a bit possessive," grinned Jay. "After comin' from a place where I ain't wanted, it's... nice to be wanted 'gain."

He considered the question. "Naw. I mean. It's good to be nice to people. So." He gave up on words, just smiling instead.

"So don't jump in the sack with anyone and we're fine?" Chase ventured, pulling his t-shirt on and going about packing up his bag.

"Yep," agreed Jay, still stretching lazily and moving slowly.

That changed, however when a roar ripped through the air, accompanied by a small tremor in the sand.

Jay was immediately on his feet, crouched low in a position that would make it easy to spring into action. "Rob. Finish grabbin' your stuff NOW."

Chase hurriedly packed up his bag, glancing at Jay with worry. "Jay, what the hell..."

"Now pick up my guitar," Jay instructed, reaching out to grab his own bag. He first drew the straight razor from it, and then shouldered it.

"You gotta run."

"Run where?" he spat out, but bent down to grab the guitar. "Like hell I'm leaving you alone here," he said, staring at the razor. "What're you doing!"

"Givin' you back-up." The steely look in his eyes and the coiled power in his position was all X-Men. "We're gonna see one of those dinosaurs about now."

And true to his word, a lizard about their size came shrieking from the treeline, bleeding from the neck, spit bubbling at its snout in terror.

There was a loud crashing as its much larger predator followed, and Jay narrowed his eyes. "Shit, can't tell if it's gonna get distracted now."

Chase stared up at the creatures in horror, going pale as he backed up, tripping under the weight of everything and falling into a patch of brambles. He staggered to get up, visible skin scratched up. "Jay, if I run, you run," he warned.

Their voices, unfortunately, did seem to get the predator's attention. The eight year old boy inside of Jay announced that it was probably a Tyrannosaurus. Perhaps something smaller or related.

And it was eyeballing them, nostrils twitching high in the air. It took a step towards them, and snarled. Jay glanced once at Chase, and then sprang, diving low for the creature's feet, razor in hand.

Oh, fuck.

He was not running, not once. He watched the wounded creature carefully, digging out something from his bag, the scalpel, wielding it and feeling dangerously stupid.

His stomach had dropped out of his chest completely. He could barely breathe as he felt small droplets of blood from his scratches. 'Damn it, Jay,' he cursed.

[OOC: I apologize ahead of time for posting this up and then going to make lunch for my mom and I.]

This sort of thing happened when one dated a superhero.

Jay was doing well, working on slashing where the Achilles tendon would be on a person, the dinosaur howling in pain.

At least, he was doing well until one of the massive legs knocked him clear into the surf, where he lay motionless.

Chase growled with frustration, dropping everything to the sand and watching carefully to see what the creature would do next, wounded as he was. All he could see was the damned teeth, god, they were huge.

He took a few steps forward, glancing up. He'd tackled people before, sure, he used to play rugby for sport, but nothing like this.

He finally did something, stupid as it might have been. He lunged for the injured leg, holding on tight and barely breathing as he saw those teeth snapping, reaching for him.

He took the scalpel, stabbing it into the wound Jay had opened, cutting downwards and opening an artery vein. He left the scalpel there, blood all over him as he sprinted for Jay, bending down and carrying him. "When you wake up again, I'm going to kill you," he muttered, hurrying into the surf to splash Jay's face with water.

"Wake up, come on," he pleaded quietly, watching the dinosaur thrash and roar. If things got worse, he'd have to swim Jay out to deeper water.

It was dark where Jay was now.

He was laying in a dark field, in a puddle of water and there were cloud everywhere, low to the ground-- was he lying in cloud--

--emerging from the ground was Julia and she was soaked to the skin, pale and with circles under her eyes, blue lips. She was talking but he couldn't hear her. All that came out was the sound of the ocean.

And then he was falling and he could see the beach, himself in Chase's arms pale and still. Julia was there again, still dead as could be, and she was walking towards them, her hand reaching out and turning into machinery, a robot arm and Jay began to shout inside his head.

With a shudder and a start, he was awake again, his head throbbing.

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