Crosstesting permitted [SCP-049xSCP-XXX]

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Phew this fic is going longer than expected, I am not really sure when it will end

However, looking at the stats I don't think that's really important either, I'm kinda writing for myself at this point. If you stumble across this fic then please enjoy

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The light had changed at some point from red back to normal, but the several announcements over time still indicated that the breach wasn't over.

SCP-049 had finished treating the several wounds of the harpy and overall weren't they as bad as expected. Yes, he had some fractured bones (probably) from the bullets, but no break. They also hadn't hit any important organs, 'only' the scaled legs and fragile wings. Still, it must hurt the avian like hell, but he was still unconscious from the blood loss. It was unsure how quickly he would regain his strength but he wouldn't be able to walk or fly for a while. However it wasn't easy to determine how long "a while" would be in XXX's case as he wasn't a normal human being and therefore not the usual humans he treated- Ignoring the fact that his patients were dead anyways.

The plague doctor came from a time where blood transfusion wasn't a thing but he was aware of the modern method and if he had the equipment he would have preferred to perform it on the fragile avian. However, here- only in their containment cell- wasn't this possible and SCP-XXX had to do it without it... But he would manage.
The elder SCP ran his black gloved hand through the dark hair of the sleeping harpy, ignoring Lywens examining glare. So far the little bird was stable enough.

Right, his name was Torvic...

The medieval man recalled the woman's heated reaction when he had offered his help. It was a rather unusual name never before had he heard it- and the doctor had been around for many decades.
His hand moved to the snow-white cheek of his partner, studying once again his black markings and the red eyelids. He liked to call him little robin or finch... Bird names for a beautiful bird, but he would remember to use his real name from now on as well. Caressing the white teint of his face he would have been worried if he didn't know that this was his normal color...

The ice blue eyes of his wandered down to the harpies throat where the contrasting bruise of their fight earlier were dark and visible. Lywen surely would think that those men did this as well, the imprint recognized as hands with ease, but the plague doctor knew that he had been the one grabbing his throat.

Removing his hand, he turned his white bird mask to the corpses in the room.

They were decaying quickly from his touch. Like his- Like Torvic... Had diagnosed in their first meeting, was the process accelerated and speed up quickly to few months and more. However was this process slowing down after some time again which meant that they were still of use for the plague doctor.

Rising from his chair, he walked over to the lifeless bodies, halting in front of them.
The SCP would need a working space to perform his surgery... Looking at the desk he decided that it would suffice as such.
The foundation had given him just yesterday a corpse to work on, but nothing was better than a fresh one that he had released from the burden of the pestilence himself... Thinking about yesterday, he wondered if his past patient was near... It would be interesting to observe the process himself instead of waiting the three days he had requested- And during the breach was this probably going to be longer-

"Are you going to cut them open?"

Turning his head to the female doctor who still sat at the harpies bed, he noticed her scrunched up face of disgust. Not that it mattered for him.
"I can't let everything slow down my research. Torvic is in need of rest and I prefer to use my time efficient instead of sitting around."
"Yeah, I get it. I don't like you but I owe you for helping him... And me."
The plague doctor stayed silent and hid his surprise at this reply.

"I can ignore it if you play around on those bastards corpses but like... Could you do it somewhere else? The smell is already killing me."

049 didn't expected it but he had to chuckle at this comical response. In fact, it really was comical that the human friend of his love seemed to become more and more friendlier with him after what he did.

"That sounds a lot like a peace offering.", he spoke out his thoughts.
Lywen looked back at the unconscious form of the harpy, her face softening a little. She stroke the hair of the resting SCP, Plague in return tried not to kill her with his eyes.
"It kind of is?"

...
What?

"Look, I was there when the first crosstesting was happening. You aren't exactly nice- Well you basically murder people for your plague obsession and you didn't treat Torvic well either-" The SCP was a little irritated by her simplified description of the events that day but let her continue.
"-But I realized that you were ordered to examine him and that you surely aren't in one cell with him because you told the foundation to. At least that's what I think... I left the testing that day after they ordered the examining. I just couldn't watch my friend getting touched against his will... And you proven to genuinely... Like him today. "

It clicked in the SCP's head.
She hadn't seen everything. Lywen must have left the room when he had felt the harpies organs and looked at his wings. She knew that he had killed the guards and held SCP-XXX in place but everything after that... It explained how the human had started to talk with him when she went bored on their walk, and how she was now forgiving him after he had saved her friend. The plague doctor had told her that he loved the avian and had proven it. But if she knew the full story... He chuckled sarcastically. 

Not like she was a threat to him anyways.

"I appreciate the thought and that you came to peace with me, but where else do you want me to perform my research? I am not thrilled of the idea to let my partner alone again." He wasn't going to talk further with her about the crosstesting.

Lywen was about to reply as another announcement halled through the speakers:

"Dr. Lisa Lywen, please report to the nearest security checkpoint for questioning."

To say that the female scientist was surprised was an understatement. She looked almost shocked at the speakers in the room, carefully considering her choices.

"You shouldn't listen to them, dear."
She looked back at the plague doctor whom had begun to clear the desk of items for his surgery.
"For your own sake or mine?", she asked unsure.
"For yours, of course. They sent you before as test subject into our cell so I don't believe you would survive the encounter with the task force. Unless you got promoted while we didn't see each other."
Of course she hadn't been. "...Guess I'll ignore them then..."

There was thoughtful silence for a moment only the rustling sound of items put to the side until she spoke up again:" Why did they take so long anyways? It's been hours since I left my... Yeah, cell."
"They must have seen us roam around together on the cameras," Plague replied and lifted one of the corpses on the now empty desk, "And now they are surely curious why I didn't cure you. Which by the way is still an offer."
"Sounds plausible.", she scoffed, ignoring the last part.

"If you now excuse me, I would like to focus on my surgery. Without commentary would be pleasant." The elderly SCP emphasized the words with lifting the rusty but sharp scalpel at the woman. "Wait, how long will that take?"

"An hour, maybe a few."
"And how long does a breach usually last?"
"A few days, sometimes weeks. Would you mind telling me why the times are important?"

"Well I hate to break you the news but Torvic and I aren't like you. Aka, we're living beings that require food and water. And we are running low on the latter."
Staring at Lywen, then at the sleeping form of the harpy the plague doctor groaned and rubbed his mask where his eyebrows would be.

"Creatures are such a nuisance..."