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[tenthtimeisthecharm]

There is a brief pause filled with audible clicks and thuds, followed by the slightly echoey acoustics that come from someone recording audio in a large room. "Hello hello! You've reached Dr. Velocity! Feel free to leave a message or a video or whatever here, and I'll do my very best to respond promptly! And if it this is about the stickers, Ratchet, I didn't do it! Love and love and love!"

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[tenthtimeisthecharm]

Velocity came back to herself slowly and reluctantly. Everything hurt. Relentless, merciless pain that made her twitch and moan and call out names she wouldn't remember later. She barely registered where she was or what was going on, and sank gratefully back into unconsciousness.

The second time she awoke, there was still pain, but far less than she'd expected, and fading still further as the seconds ticked away. For what couldn't have been a long time or only moments, she hovered between consciousness and unconsciousness. She clung to the sound of someone humming, to light fingers moving gently over her and the relief from the pain she felt as they did.

This was the second song she had heard today that compelled her and pulled her along, but this one was gentle, and of her own volition.

Her optics were barely online before Velocity had reached out almost blindly to clutch at Quintessa. "I'm sorry," she rasped, "I'm so so sorry. I ruined everything."

[madgoddess]

Quintessa smiles serenely, not pulling away from Velocity's grip. "You did not," she reassured. "All is well now, Velocity. Everyone is safe."

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

Velocity nodded and turned to curl further around Quintessa, a thin noise that had nothing to do with pain building in the back of her throat. "Safe," she repeated shakily. "Good, that's- that's good. And-" She suddenly lifted her head, looking around. "And Ratchet, is he...? He's safe? He's okay?"