#SecretsFromtheVoid

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~Injury Fic List~

I would love to see you turn either 27 or 30 into a crack fic

A lil challenge for you >:D (evil laughter)

[pushes up glasses] 27 you say? Challenge accepted-

27) "Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

When Casey had heard something slam against her living room window, she’d assumed it was a large bird, and was sorely disappointed to discover it wasn’t.

It was just a teenager from the future.

It also isn’t technically ‘her’ living room, it’s the living room of Baron Draxum, who’s guest room she’d annexed after her own home had been demolished in the Krang invasion. But the fact still stands that, her home or not, her off brand, future counterpart should not be face-planting into its glass panes.

She shoves the window open swiftly, sticking her head out to find CJ in his civilian street clothes hunched over against the railing of the fire-escape, clutching his gut, hands stained red. His hockey mask, a helm eerily similar to her own, is skewed on the top of his abhorrent mullet.

“Future boy?”

“Mo- Cassandra!?” He gawks in surprise, “What-”

“Are you injured?”

Wordlessly, and with some unappreciated attitude, he lifts his hand to reveal a puncture in his torso, face deadpan. Nothing too big or deep, but probably still painful.

“We will fix this!” Casey cries as soon as she registers the red sap leaking from his new orifice, already blindly reaching for the first aid kit they keep next to the window.

“Why do you have that right there?” CJ asks, eyeing the red box distrustfully, shoulders shaking.

“Do not ask questions.”

Casey will not admit that Draxum put it there after Casey herself kept coming through the window injured, so as to not stain the carpeting in the front hallway.

She pops the top off and tears open a packet of gauze with her teeth as CJ tries to worm away, muttering something about ‘unhygenic’-ness.

“I don’t need your help!” He argues as Casey wrestles his hoodie up so she can see his stomach properly, “HEY-!”

“Hold still-” She orders, moving quickly, like she is trying to bandage a feral raccoon before it realizes what’s happening. She loops the cotton wrapping around his waist and he yelps in discomfort, “Let me fix your injuries!”

“Please don’t-” She jostles the wound slightly and his words cut off abruptly; leaving him squeezing his eyes shut and leaning his head back with a grimace, “Ow.”

“Breathe... breathe.” Casey does her best to comfort the teen as she tightens the bandages around his stomach. Man, she can’t believe the Foot Clan didn’t want her to be a medic, she’s a natural at this. “Look at the stars, kid." 

“We're almost the same age.” CJ shoots back through gritted teeth, chest rising and falling unevenly. "And what stars?"

“You can’t see the stars?” Her hands falter, “Are you concussed as well? Let me see!”

“You can’t see a concussion-” CJ cringes as Casey grabs his face, wrenching it towards her, “Get- Get off of me!”

“Never-!” She continues, turning it in the faint light of the window, “Does your head hurt? Seeing double? Er-” What are the other side effects of a head injury, “Cramps? Mood swings?”

“Those aren’t concussion symptoms!” He hisses, clawing at Casey's wrists, trying in vain to free himself, “Let me-” He lifts up his boot and plants it square in her chest, “go!”

Casey lands square on her back, impressed by the strength of the scrawny kids' kick, yet furious at the way it sent her flat against the metal grating beneath them.

She blinks up at the sky and her body goes rigid.

“Lesser-Jones!” She shoots back upwards swiftly and seizes CJ by the shoulders, “I also cannot see the stars! I too might be concussed, we should contact April for assistance!”

“How would you be concussed!?” CJ again tries to free himself from her grasp, this time by just weakly thrashing left and right, “You’ve been home all night!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Spirits above-” He places his own hands firmly on Caseys shoulders and shakes her until she loosens her grip, “Neither of us have a concussion!”

“That sounds like something someone with a concussion would say-”

“NO.” He snaps in irritation before slumping back against the fire escape, only held up by Caseys grip on the collar of his hoodie, “There’s smog and light pollution from the city blocking the stars. No one’s concussed, the stars are just really hard to see…”

Ah, pollution, Casey might have heard a thing or two about that.

“So you’re fine?”

“I’m not fine I got shanked in the gut-” CJ huffs, quickly backpedaling when Casey reaches for the first aid kit again, “Yes, wait, I’m fine. I was going to ask Miss Carole to help.”

Casey’s chest swells with pride, “But you came to me for aid instead?”

“No-” CJ staggers to his feet with labored breathing, “I landed on the wrong fire escape, she’s the one right below, remember?”

Oh. Casey supposes it is true that April lives just downstairs and that, by extension, CJ and April's mother live there as well, but she still would like to pretend CJ came to her for help because she’s a fellow Jones, not because he got lost.

“I suppose that is logical…” She mumbles under her breath.

“Yeah-” CJ grips the railing and swings one leg over the side, “I’m gonna go now…”

“Fine.” Casey waves him away, “You’re dismissed.”

CJ frowns slightly, “Cool… See you around, Cassandra. I guess…” 

Then he’s gone, dropping down and landing on the platform below them with a distant, metallic ‘thud’.

Casey can hear the window below open and CJ clamber through, she can hear a shocked gasp and distant voices clamoring, and she listens to them until someone finally closes CJ’s makeshift entrance, leaving her alone with the thousands of other noises in New York.

She looks up at the sky with a huff, angered at the fact that all she can see are smudges of gray and black. 

Smog and light pollution, huh? She’ll need to do more research on these things, maybe figure out how to banish them from this realm before more people are deceived into believing they’ve contracted head trauma.

Yeah… Even if she’s not injured on a fire escape, bleeding profusely, it still seems like it’d be peaceful to just go out and see the sky on a clear evening.

She’d like to be able to look at the stars.

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Thanks for the ask Crow, tons of fun to write our gal! Mayhaps I will do 30 as well, we shall see >:)

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A TMNT blog, in this economy?

Grem they/them | writer for 'Shadows Of Our Past' and a professional raiser of blood pressure

I do things sometimes; You should definitely check out the comic @concerningamountofcrows and I have been working on below!

As for more information about me and my skill set, my friends know it all already and my enemies don't have enough time to find out... Enjoy your visit!

Shadows Of Our Past (SOOP)

Chapter 1

Pages: 1-4 │5-8 │9-12 │13-15 │16-21

Chapter 2

Pages: 1-3 │ 4-6 │ 7-9 │10-12

Chapter 3

Pages: 1-3 │4-8 │9-12 │13-16 │17-21

Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself (CYBYWY)

A series following Cassandra 'Casey' Jones as she navigates her life Post-Foot Clan, individual fics below or on A03

Brickwalls and Backalley Brawls- Casey Jones has found an exciting new hobby to occupy her time post-Foot Clan, and a new ally as well... Running around armed with nothing but their own personal issues and a tally count of their K.O's, what could possibly go wrong?

Probably nothing.

Don't stir the pot- When Casey took Red up on the offer of a free meal, she had no idea what kind of box she was opening- Aka Casey Jones gets to deal with Taxes, soup, and complicated emotions all in one night...

Behold, the junk drawer of other stuff (Mostly fics)-

'Out of the frying pan into the... Cuisinart?'- The apocalypse has elicited many strong emotions, but resentment towards toasters is a new one... Ft. F!Leo and itty bitty Casey Jones Jr.

SOOP Seasonings (and memes):

'Statuesque' a Venus DeMilo introduction

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