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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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[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.

Chase was keeping his eyes between the creature and Jay. "Are you okay?" he asked immediately, checking his pupils. "What's your name, who are you?" he demanded quickly.

Jay blinked several times, the light haloing around Chase's head making it hard to see. "It's me. It's Jay."

"Jay, I know who you are," he said gently. "You passed out, there's..." He glanced over his shoulder to find the T-Rex loping off into the distance. He turned his full attention back to Jay, stroking his hand over Jay's hair. "Hey," he said quietly. "Don't scare me like that."

"...Rob," said Jay shakily, "why are you covered in blood?"

Chase gave a bark of a laugh. "Well, at least your cognitive functions are working. Come on, on your feet, now."

"...you're okay, then?" Jay automatically stood and reached out to feel if there were any wounds on him. For one horrible second, he'd thought... that Julia was really there, that she wanted to hurt him.

He glanced at the beach, where the other dinosaur was stumbling around. "That one'll... be easy t'scare off."

"Jay," he said quietly. "You can grope me later. Come on," he said, crouching down and wrapping his arms around Jay tightly, holding on close and stealing the swiftest of kisses, pressing his face to Jay's neck.

He turned back to the other dinosaur, gave a shout to send it running, and thanked God when it did.

"You gotta promise that," said Jay breathlessly, and waded back to shore. "We can rest in 'bout a mile, I think? Not too close, not that far. Need a minute."

He picked up his guitar, and looked at Chase, adrenaline still pounding. "You ain't bad, you know."

Chase frowned. "What?" He had no idea what Jay was talking about and he bent swiftly to grab his bag, keeping at Jay's side in case he needed to help him walk.

Jay was able to walk fairly well, shuffling across the sand with Chase. "I mean. You realize you jus' fought off a dinosaur?"

"Jay," his voice was stressed and thin. "You didn't leave me much choice, you know. And now I lost my scalpel." He continued hurrying along, brushing his forehead across his eyes when small droplets of blood -- some his, mostly the dinosaurs -- fell into his eyes.

Jay flushed. "Sorry. He was gonna... I couldn'..." He sighed, and when the campsite was no longer visible, he detour towards the treeline, where a small stream tributary was visible.

He knelt, and scrubbed the water over his face.

"You had to be macho, didn't you?" Chase smirked, and teased Jay. He slung his backpack onto his back and crouched down to do the same, cleaning up the blood from out of his eyes and his hair, off his face, leaving only the scratches from the brambles, which were bleeding very slowly.

Jay protested the teasing only slightly. "Hey, I was once a fine-tuned killin' machine. That thing started comin' at us, an' havin' you with me... instinct an' adrenaline kicked in."

How different from a anti-mutant suit was a dinosaur anyway?

With a wet hand, Jay gently wiped one of the scratches clean.

Chase winced at the stinging sensation just slightly. "Let's get back, okay? I'll clean up there." He glanced down at his shirt. "Well, one more shirt and pair of jeans soaked in blood."

Jay flushed harder. "I'm sorry," he said. It was still hard, when all was said and done, to be rid of the training that said go and fight.

Chase turned to Jay. "Why are you apologizing?" he inquired, bending over and dipping his hair into the water, washing it out. He frowned as he realized how long it'd become. "Honestly, Jay, it's fine. Now, sit down, I need to check if you're fine."

Because I should have done better.

Jay gave him a tired half-smile, and sat down obedianty, his guitar case nestled at his side. "Yessuh," he said, which translated to yes, sir.

Chase crouched down, prying Jay's eyelids open with his fingers, checking for dilation. "Tell me your full name, and then I want you to give me a brief history of your time here on the island."

"Joshua Guthrie," said Jay trying not to blink. "I, um, got here all bleedin', an' you fixed me up an' I prolly fell in love with you shortly thereafter. I started makin' some moonshine that people bitch about but drink anyways because that shit would give an elephant a buzz. Uh, an' now I'm being checked out 'cos I attacked a dinosaur."

Chase eased into a kneel, giving Jay a surprised and touched look. "You fell in love with me just after I patched you up?" he inquired softly, blinking in awe.

"I think you've got a concussion," he said, more professionally.

It was that Irish-Kentucky background that allowed him to go bright red again. "Well, uh, mebbe I did, but I din't figure it out until later. You know. Do concussions always make you say embarrassin' things?"

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