#Arkady/Violet

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Last week I was listening to a new album and thought “hey this is a good Arkady/Sana track I should make an Arkady/Sana fanmix” which is all well and good but then as I was building the fanmix I kept running into tracks that’d work better for Vikady or Sana/Campbell or Arkady or.....and long story short I now have fanmixes in progress for Arkady/Sana, Arkady/Violet, Campbell/Sana, tscosi in general, Violet, Arkady, Sana, and Krejjh

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From the Archives: Chalk it up to the adrenaline

A/N: Did I spend way too much time writing this yesterday at work instead of actually working? Maybe!

This is another ficlet from my collection From The Archives, which depicts snippets of audio that didn’t make it into the IGR’s official reports. This one takes place between Sana and Arkady successfully outrunning the security bots on The Gay Louisa, and Violet patching Arkady up on the Rumor half an hour after take-off, picking up with Brian’s line right before Agent McCabe cuts in.

Or as I wrote on AO3, “Sana and Arkady have a conversation about Negative Nellys and Dramatic Deborahs, and then it's time for Awkward Small Talk With Your Crush While Bleeding! Also, Arkady hates stitches.”

"Happy to help."

"We'll make our way through the maintenance tunnels and be at the airlock in five minutes. Tell Krejjh to be ready."

"Copy that. Brian Jeeter out."

The sound of brisk footsteps, followed by another set of lift doors opening.

Amused: "Did you really call me a 'Negative Nelly' back there?"

"Did you really have to let on to Violet that I was injured?"

"Well, given that she has eyes, and it's going to be very obvious once we get back to the ship-"

"Yeah, but I could have managed it. Now she's going to be imagining the worst."

The sound of lift doors opening again, and two sets of footsteps echo in the tunnel, a pair of wheels squeaking along behind them.

"Okay, now you're just being a... Dramatic Deborah."

A groan. "Sana, that was terrible."

"I tried. Seriously though - you can't fault either of us for being worried about you."

Muttering, "I can try."

Over her: "That's just what happens when people care about you. Besides..."

There's a pause of a few seconds.

"Okay, what? I do not like that weirdly sly tone you've got going on."

"I'm just thinking that most people would jump at the chance to be tenderly patched up by their love interest."

Spluttering. "Love interest?! I am not some fainting-"

"Oh, look, we're almost at the airlock. Sana Tripathi to Violet Liu."

"Hi, Captain. I'm at the airlock."

"Great. We'll be there in sixty seconds."

"I'll be ready."

A pause.

"Arkady's all right. She'll need patching up, but we've been in much worse situations with no medical professional in easy reach."

Drily: "I can't imagine why you think that's comforting, Captain."

"Well, the comforting part is that we have you now! Here we are."

A series of three beeps and a hiss as the airlock is opened.

"Okay, we need to get this through - here we go. Hi, Violet."

"Hi, Captain. Arkady."

"Hi, Liu. Look, I'm still in one piece!"

"...You have bloodstains all over your jacket."

"It adds to the aesthetic."

"Sana Tripathi to Krejjh. We're in, let's hit the motor."

"Roger Dodger. Strap in, dashing space crew, while we dash for the skies! Krejjh out."

"C'mon, guys, let's head for the safety rail. It shouldn't be too rough, but Arkady, I don't want you aggravating your injuries."

"I'm fine, Sana.” Three sets of footsteps, one slightly heavy, and some awkward shuffling. “Liu, I can walk, I swear. I'm not bleeding from the leg."

"Still, you should put pressure on it. Here, I brought you some gauze."

"Aww, it's like my birthday come early."

A few moments' silence.

"So... How's the medbay...?"

"Um... Still a closet?"

"Heh. Right."

"I do have some more heavy-duty supplies now since Sana's contact on Hafiza came through, so I have everything I need to patch you up."

"You mean 'heavy-duty' like a heavy-duty bandage, right?"

"Oh, no, that bullet wound on your arm definitely needs stitches."

"Y'know what, it's actually not that deep. The gauze is doing amazing work. In fact, I think the gauze has fixed my injury."

A snort, somewhere between disbelieving and amused. "Do you have some kind of aversion to stitches?"

"There are things I'm a bigger fan of than having my flesh sewn together."

A chirpy voice cuts into the exchange. "Fellas, we are in the clear. Easing off the throttle now."

"The rearview looks pretty clear as well. Nothing on our tail."

"Thanks Krejjh, and Brian. Amazing work just now, as always - I know I can always count on you to get us out of there in the nick of time."

"It's what I do!"

"We'll fly straight to our next destination and switch the fuel tank over as soon as we land. Give us a heads up if anything unusual presents itself before then."

"Will do. Krejjh out!"

"I'm going to take this down to the engine room. Arkady-"

"Don't suppose you need a hand with the fuel tank? It's pretty heavy."

Wryly, "I think I've got this. You are going with Violet to the medbay, and if her medical opinion is that you need stitches, you are getting stitches."

A heavy sigh.

"Do I at least get to sit on the beanbag chair?"

"I'll leave that up to Violet."

"Liu?"

"Fine, you can sit on the beanbag chair."