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Hey Gentlefolk.

Thank you all so very much for the support and prompts. I’m almost finished my 50 word table and it’s been a great adventure but I’ve got nine left.

Please, please, please help me finish this?

With your consent I promise to post all the fics on their appropriate communities.

Thank you all again!
Munnin

Last few prompts

01 – Motion 02 – Cool 04 – Last

07 – One 12 – Wait 28 – Fortune

34 – Sing 37 – Time 38 - Wash

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Over thinking is a wonderful thing! It's what makes me draw character mind maps and write lots of fic ^____^

Tim/Tam, Wash

I have a lovely image of her washing his battle scars or something I don't know it's late and I am feeling silly.

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Thy will be done! And I’m out!

Tam leant on the doorway with a despairing sigh. Tim was stripped to the waist, kneeling in the empty bathtub, twisting precariously to clean the wounds on his back with face-cloth.

“Is there any chance you’d let me help?” She asked, already knowing his answer.

“I’ve got this, but thanks.” Tim replied, not raising his head, clearly not surprised she was there.

“Really? Because the cut between your shoulders looks messy and it starts bleeding again every time you twist.”

“It’s alright Tam. I can manage.” Tim was trying to sound dismissive but she could see the slump in his shoulders, the exhaustion written across his features.

“Why?” She asked, coming to sit on the edge of the bath.

“Why what?” He replied conversationally.

“What won’t you let other people help you? Why are you so bloody mindedly determined to do everything on your own?”

He stopped, his brow knitting as he seriously thought about her question. “I guess I’m just not use to have people around who I trust to help.”

She wondered whether to take that as a slur on his trust for her but he was semi-naked in her tub and with his back to the door, clearly trusting her to cover him, or at least let him know if there was trouble so she grinned, snatching the cloth from his hands. “Well now you have. Better get used to it.”