The God and the Healer - RP

Rage flows through me. Pure, unadulterated rage. I've done all I can to try and pop this door open, yet nothing works. I've punched and kicked and pried and screamed. No one is coming to rescue me. I'm at the top of a fucking gigantic building.

How long is he going to leave me here?

It's now been over three hours. I'm drifting in and out of sleep, because what else is there to do? I'm going to kill the motherfucker when I get back. Chop his head off? I'll do it. I'll wait for him to fall asleep and I'll place his pretty fucking head on my mantel.

The door swings open, and I stare at it in awe for all of half a second before bolting toward it. I barely know this douchebag, but I can already tell that it would be just like him to slam it shut before I could approach. By the time I'm through the doorway, I'm sprinting down stairs, in search of the closest elevator.

I have to take a cab back to my apartment. The middle-aged man up front looks at me oddly every now and then. I'm still a fuming, huffing mess. I'm in just the right state to kill Lochlan; all I need is a plan.

"You alright back there, ma'am?" he asks me, adjusting his mirror until it's centered on me. "You look like you had a long night."

I glare back at him. "You don't even want the cliffnotes. Trust me."

The driver shrugs. "I may be an old man, but I'm not a half bad listener," he offers.

I take in a deep breath. Fine. "All right. Well, where do I start? I'm a nurse with healing powers. I've brought three people back from near death in my lifetime, and now some smug, asshole, self-proclaimed god tells me I'm breaking the rules of the universe. He tells me people are after me, and if I don't stop doing what I do, he'll either kill me or they will. Whoever 'they' are. Oh, and here's the kicker: I challenge his authority, so he teleports me to the top of the Empire State Building, dangles me off the top by my throat, and then leaves me there for four fucking hours. Now, I'm late for work, my phone is back at my apartment, and I have a god to kill. So unless you have instructions on how best to behead a man with super speed and other assorted powers, I'm not sure you can help me."

I'm met with a long bout of silence. Well, obviously. Suddenly he sighs and turns on the radio. "You could've just said you didn't want to talk."

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Lochlan is in the kitchen making an omelette when I burst through my own door. He has a dish towel draped over his shoulder, a spatula in his hand, and he's making fucking omelettes in my own goddamned kitchen.

I plan to speak, but it comes out as an inhuman growl that frankly shocks even myself. "I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"Hold on just a sec..." As flip my omelette one last time, sprinkle some cheese and lay it on a plate. I turn off the stove, look at her and find her to be inches from my face, " Are we going to play nice now or am I dropping you off in another dimension entirely, one where no one will find you." He sets the omelette in front of her, "You have a big day ahead of you, a day where you will not saving anyone from dying and being a good girl."

"Coffee?" As I hold up a cup to her.

I can't let him win. I can't not have the last word. It's not in me. I haven't taken anyone's shit for this long, and I don't plan on it now.

I need to tread carefully, though. The last thing I need is to be transported to the fucking Sahara.

Then again, maybe I don't need words. I look down at the coffee cup, take it, and throw the hot, scalding liquid at his face.

The hot liquid burns my skin, "You are the biggest fucking bitch...." The burns I do have will heal quickly but doesn't make it hurt any less. I look at her again, "Why are you fighting me on this so much? Is it really because I am man and telling you what to do? You work for me, my dimension...your dimension, get fucking used to it." I force her to the wall and look at her, " I could be nicer? Please Cora, you could be enslaved and used for your abilities against your wishes..,if you don't listen to me and ease off on what you're doing."

I watch her just glare at me, " You never told me how the roof was, that sunset must have been something...."

I thought I'd been mad before. I hadn't been mad enough. The pure fact that I can't do shit to this man is grating on me on every level. I've brought exes to tears with words alone, and this man just took a fresh cup of joe to the face without flinching. There's nothing I hate more than feeling powerless.

I'm clutching at straws here, trying my damndest to maintain an ounce of control in the situation. I'm too prideful to back down.

I grind my teeth together and give him the most scornful glare I can. "If you like the view so much, I'll be sure to place your decapitated head there the next time I visit."

Nothing left to do or say but laugh, I laugh. Soon clutching to the table for support, I don't think I have ever laughed this hard. The fire in her eyes just egnites even more and I find myself nodding,"Okay Rambo, time to get to work...remember I'm around, so don't get any ideas with patients who are at deaths door. Thanks for comedy, I think last time I laughed that hard..,I gutted about 8 men in half, you would have to be there to have found it funny."

He walks off and just leaves the apartment without another word.

My shift is over in half an hour. I haven't broken a single one of Lochlan's rules, not for lack of trying. Where's a catastrophic accident when you need one? I'd heal the shit out of someone just to spite him. Let him take me to Bumfuck, Alaska for all I care. He can't truly hurt me. He doesn't want to, at least, and that's what I'm depending on.

The rest of the day is uneventful. I can almost hear his obnoxious laughter bouncing around in my eardrums.

I get home. I prepare for my shower. To be a smartass, I do a little striptease before I step under the spray, just in case the lying bastard is indeed watching. I change into an oversized t-shirt and open up my laptop. I google "how to kill gods" and "decapitation methods". I glance around, wondering if he'll pop up.

Somehow, I know he's watching. I grin at thin air and point to the screen. "What do you think, Lochlan? A nice, rusty machete? I'm going Voorhees on your ass. Watch and see."

When he refuses to materialize, I open up another tab and find myself on a tried and true webpage. I scroll through the categories until I find what I'm after. Again, I smile into the nothingness and offer Invisible Irishman a flirtatious wink. "You like gay porn?"

I press play and get up to make some pizza rolls.

When she re-enters the living room, I have my feet on her coffee table and resting on our couch. "You really have a talent for being annoying, I once had a guy chase me continually for 12 days and I would gladly replay that whol adventure, than listen to you think I want to watch gay porn...even though hey whatever floats your boat, not mine."

I look at her more, whatever she has cooked actually smells amazing but I've never seen them before, curious I go up and look at the plate she is holding, little tiny balls of pastry it looks like "What on earth is that?"

Instead of a reply, she smooches whatever it is on to my face for me to try and walks off, I take it off and watch her walk off. Nice ass, too bad she's disobedient. I try whatever it was eventually on my face, not bad, I bid farewell after popping my head into her little office where her computer is and leave for the rest of the night.

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Little does she know, I spend my nights on the other building across from hers at the very top. To survey and make sure nothing approaches hers. I notice a hooded figure down below, I stand up a bit straighter suspicious. I watch as the figure heads into her building. As soon as Cora opens the door and the hooded figure attacks her, I am behind it and pinning it to the ground. I hear sounds of Cora yelling what the hell! But I don't stop. I roll whoever it is over and take the hood down, the creature below it does not look human and their face is almost reptile like in shape. I struggle to hold him still, I reach under Cora's couch where I had hidden a huge axe, exactly for this purpose. I swing high and bring it down, the head coming clean off.

I stand up taking some breathes, that was a lot of work and look to Cora "I noticed the guy earlier, at the hospital. I recognized the sweater. We have to leave this apartment, he is not from the dimension I'm worried about but he is a Replica, his kind always die after only 10 yards of life. No matter what they do...,so maybe a healer, your blood in their system could help that. Who knows if their theories are right, they have never gotten close enough to find out. Pack a bag and let's go." I take out a bag I have from under the couch as well, I take from it a tarp kind of thing and I place it down and lay the dead body in it, I look up to her who is watching "Clothes...now."

For once, I'm not feeling particularly obstinate. The gecko-faced fucker lying on a tarp kind of took the attitude right out of me.

Lochlan... saved me?

That was fucking hot, chimes my inner whore, the picture of eloquence.

Before I get a move on, I do a 360° spin and take in the rest of my apartment. "Got any more surprises stashed in here?" My eyes zero in on the couch, under which he'd apparently amassed a small arsenal. "My life is so fucking jacked now." The head of Reptile Guy, or Replica, stares up at me, large yellow eyes unblinking. I twist my lips and then look back at Lochlan. "Honestly, props. That was sort of badass."

I go over to her after the body has been wrapped up, walk past her and grab a bag for her, I start packing. I go through her underwear drawer, "Definitely these..." taking some lace kinds, I look at her "I asked you to pack, also...this is the price you pay for saving those lives. He was able to find you, probably had some warlock place a tracker on you, good thing he's dead and his kind usually work alone; wouldn't want to share you. Please, let's go and we can argue at the hotel...your choice, the Plaza?"

I watch as he paws through my lingerie with much more interest than I should. "Well, now I have a handy, dandy bodyguard. It evens out."

He picks up a lacy, stringy red piece and I snatch it out of his hands. "Dude, seriously? Those are my I'm-getting-laid-tonight undies. They're not even remotely comfortable, so unless you plan on fucking me, they stay in the drawer." I pick up a pair of cheekies and throw it into the bag, instead. "Anyway, the Plaza sounds fine. Do we get room service? I've been craving chocolate like no tomorrow."

I step back and look at her, "It's like for the first time I am noticing how you have..no tact what so ever, also no fucking will be happening between us as you are my assignment and will be seen as such otherwise it would have happened already. Now, we need to get this guy into the trunk of your car..."

I lift up the dead guy, and he has Cors lead the way out. They get him in the trunk with no one seeing them.

Moments later, I walk into the Plaza hotel lobby and up to the front desk, I easily get the check in clerk to book us a room. She giggles as I tell her how beautiful she is, humans were far to easy. I make way back over to Cora and tell her let's go on up.

We just step into the room, I check to make sure everything looks alright and I turn back around, suddenly face to face with Cora. "Have a clever comment? Or can you get yourself settled in while I go find the warlock who helped the dead body in your car."

I grin up at him. I like antagonizing the man. It fills the time.

"So, back at my apartment, when you said if I weren't your assignment, it would've happened already?" There's definitely annoyance in his eyes. Am I making him uncomfortable? "You basically admitted you'd do me otherwise. I mean, I'm just asking for the sake of my ego. It's been a while."

I'm not really looking for an answer; I just want to bug him. He left me on top of a fucking building. Bodyguard or not, it was a dick move.

I look at her, "Yes, I would. You're beautiful despite your annoying attitude but like I said, it is never going to to happen. I suggest you keep yourself busy, I did pack you a surprise.." I slowly walk over to her bag, zip it open and dig through it. I pull out her vibrator and hold it, looking back at her "have fun..." As I set it on the bed and leave without another word mentioned.

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I get back in the car and drive to a more isolate area, no witnesses around for miles. I open the trunk and take out the body. I set it down and unwrap just the top part and place my hands on the side of his head and close my eyes, "Where is he..." I say out loud to myself, as I peek into the memories of this man laying dead beneath me.

I got it, surprised as its not a warlock..,or at least it's a witch. I stand up, quickly get the body buried with my god like speed and I'm driving off to see this witch,

I drive for what seems like two hours, and pull up to a cabin. I get out and make my way to the front door "I know you can sense me witch..., big mistake helping that Replica."

No reply, I get to the front door and kick it down, the door flys to the back of the house. I step in and walk more, it's dark and quiet. I know she's in here. " I am a god witch..., you can't hurt me. It's a lost battle for you. I can't let you live knowing what you do."

Then, I see it, a flash of magic and watch it blast into my chest. It knocks me to a wall, when she appears out of nowhere with a knife. She was too quick and manages to stab me in the shoulder, as I widened my eyes at the surprise. I didn't even feel her presence, " You're a powerful one aren't you...not to mention beautiful."

The witch looks me in the eyes and laughs, "You can't be serious..." But soon she stops and I have her focus. I go up more to her, "I mean exactly what I said, it's a waste really to kill someone so attractive but I have to protect what is mine end of the day, you understand...nod like a good girl." She does so, " Why can't I move?" she adds.

"Because I don't want you too..., I want you to stay perfectly still." Suddenly she gasps and falls over, her heart securely in my hand. I toss it and get cleaned up,.


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I barge into Cora's room and collapse to the bed exhausted. I don't take notice of any thing she might be doing or not doing, I also don't remember the knife sticking out of my shoulder, I open an eye hearing her voice asking what the hell is that?

Lochlan seems surprised by my reaction. Well, I'm surprised that there's a knife sticking out of his shoulder. He looks down, then, as if suddenly realizing. As if he'd forgotten.

I stare at him, incredulous. "Did you somehow forget you've got a bowie embedded in you?"

I laugh slightly, that's surprising as I don't ever do, "I did actually, it's fine...God and all that stuff." I sit up and take a breathe, before I pull it out I hear her say, please allow me and she does so. I make a noise of pain, looking to her "alright, I deserved that..now what are you doing?" As I look at her.

He gazes up at me as I hold the handle of the knife in a tight fist. I grasp the collar of his shirt, then gently start cutting away at the fabric to expose his wound. He may be an asshole, but he's in this mess because of me.

A million things pass through my mind. I consider thanking him, or making a comment about his sculpted chest and washboard abs to bring a little levity into the situation, but I do neither. Although, damn. He's so attractive it's almost painful.

"Shut up and let me do my job," I mutter, placing my hand on his chest and focusing on pouring my energy into him. Sure, he's a god and he'll heal, but he shouldn't have to suffer through the process. I owe him that much.

His blue eyes are swimming with a myriad of indecipherable emotions, and they're locked onto me. I'm not sure what he's thinking, but I wish I did. He lets out a gasp as I heal the wound, watching on until nothing but blood marks the smooth skin.

I run to the bathroom, wet the nearest washcloth I can find, and then return to clean away the blood. I work delicately, the odd silence between us almost serene. If nothing else, I feel totally and completely safe now that he's near.

I watch as she cleans up the blood, admiring what she's done for me. I would heal eventually, she knows that but not as quick. Much different than a healer who can do it in seconds and on anyone, any creature. Their ability is endless.

I do find this energy sweep through my body and it can't be explained, I don't wish to talk about it. I just look back to her and nod, "You did owe me that much, I am going to take a shower..." And I head into the washroom, shutting the door behind me. I look into the mirror, I was an ass and she helped me. Deciding from now to be a little nicer is a possibility.

I wake up the next morning to an empty bed. He's gone. Not sure where, but I can safely assume he's out there kicking the asses of warlocks and ogres and all sorts of otherworldly shit I'd never believed in until now. There's no going back to how it was before this week, that's for certain.

I hear a purr, then, and a cool, little nose nudges my cheek. "Negan!" I bolt upright and hold him to me, my fingers trailing over his fur. "Oh, baby, I'm the worst mom ever. Forgive me."

It occurs to me, then. Lochlan. He went back and got my cat.

My heart is doing funny things inside my chest. I refuse to ponder the implications. I have to go to work.

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Day two, and no Lochlan. You'd think I wouldn't mind the reprieve from the bossy, Irish, infuriating god, but I kind of miss him. Not that I'd ever admit it to him. I get back from work, feed Negan, and then head to the gym. I've got some catching up to do.

When I walk in, however, he's there by the treadmills. He's talking to a gaggle of women, their heads thrown back in laughter. It was such a good day, and now I'm hit with a touch of anger. No clue why.

I walk up to him, hands on my hips, and wait for the groupies to zip their mouths. Nobody could possibly find anything funny enough to howl like a hyena for two minutes straight. Especially not anything this guy said.

"How long are we gonna stay holed up in that hotel?" I ask him, and the faces of the women around us pale. Ha. I just cockblocked a god.

The women look at me and slowly disappear, I look lazily to the side and at Cora, "Thanks for that, I would think the answer is quite simple when are are leaving. When I say so."

I watch her get onto a treadmill and get up to the one next to her, "So, what's the plan...? You look mad?"

Somewhere deep inside, I'm aware that I'm being a tad petulant. I increase the speed on the treadmill and glance over at him. "Why would I be mad? I know you're busy."

Not technically a lie, since it was a question and not a statement. Passive-aggressive will work for now.

"I am very busy in fact, yet slowly...very slowly mind you am I beginning to tolerate you. Your nursing skills do come in handy and you know, the whole healing thing." I look at her increased speed and the sweat start to appear at the chest area of her top as it dribbles down, I look back and she can tell I have been staring not like I have been trying to hide it at all.

"I am making sure everything is safe for you to return home, you get to go home eventually...who knows how long I'm here." I see her look at me a little too long after I reveal that. I stop the treadmill, "Come in hulk, let's do some weights..unless running is more your thing?"

He doesn't know how long he'll be here? I try not to react, but inside I'm a little mixed up. I'm not the type to get attached right off the bat. I'm the one who makes fun of people who get attached right off the bat. This is so unlike me and I don't like where my mind is headed.

I shake the thought from my mind and follow him to the weights. Naturally, he's loading them up at the weight bench. There are so many heavy discs on both ends of the bar, I'm surprised it doesn't bend.

He lies back, and without an ounce of effort, lifts the entire thing above his head.

"Showoff."

I can't miss the small smile that plays at the corner of his lips. I also can't miss the way his arms practically double in size as they lift and lower the weights. I'm seeing veins I didn't even know existed. I have half a mind to hop on and give him the ride of his life in front of everyone here.

I look down at the dumbbells in my hands and roll my eyes. It may not be a competition, but I'm feeling a little out of my league here. I decide to take the rowing machine adjacent to him and watch him work.

"So, eventually you go back home? What's it like there?"

As I continue to lift the weights, "Home..., well for right now, earth is kind of vacation. No rules or schedules to meet...., home is very military focused but it's the only life I know. I welcome it. This....watching someone day after day, of course now it's becoming a little more interesting." I sits back up after setting the weights down and look at her.

Military focused? I make a mental note to drill him about that later. It explains the strength and the fighting skills. Right now, however, all I can focus on are his biceps.

Busying myself with my own workout and wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, I consider some things aloud. Namely, my sex life.

"Okay, so I've been doing some thinking. You follow me around, you protect me, you do basically everything a boyfriend should do, but we can't even sleep together. I would like to argue the unfairness of it all."

He's stopped lifting for the moment, and now he leans forward on the bench, his hands resting on his thighs. I can feel the heat of his gaze. "I mean, I'm just saying that if you're worried about your feelings getting in the way of your job, I can assure you that I'm good enough in bed that you'd only have more incentive to keep me alive."

I watch a slow grin cross his face. He motions his head toward a spot behind me, and I turn, spotting Luke, who just heard the whole thing. Trailing behind him is Paul, his skin beet red. He's looking everywhere but at my face. Poor guy, he's just so damned awkward. I offer him a nod. "Hey, Paul." He's taken aback when I notice him, his eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. A deer who can't stop looking at my tits, anyway. "Hey," he murmurs back, and then he's back to studying the carpet.

Luke clears his throat and crosses his arms. "Riveting conversation. Who's the guy?"

I smirk. "You forgot his name already? It's Paul."

Luke is unimpressed. "You know who I'm talking about."

My Irish bodyguard sits up and wipes his hands on his sweatpants, appraising my brother and his client. "Oh, him?" I ask, as if I didn't already know. "That's Lochlan. Lochlan, this is my brother, Luke."