#keep thinking about that one shot towards the end where he's backing vaughn's car up to go check on catherine after she drove off the road

[grahamdollton]

#his lips and the way his teeth are showing here are so beautiful i'm gonna be sick #can you imagine if he had a tooth gap..... dear god #the shape of his cupid's bow is ridiculous #i wanna lick his teeth so bad it's not fair #and yes i just watched crash again i've been found out #keep thinking about that one shot towards the end where he's backing vaughn's car up to go check on catherine after she drove off the road #and as he's looking behind him he kind of draws the corner of his mouth back and you get a real clear view of his cuspids #why didn't i get a screenshot of that #anyway god i lose my everloving mind when he does that #i would let him pierce a hole through my tongue with his teeth honest to god #anyway that's enough tooth talk nighty night

[erin-bo-berin]

My Heroine

MASTERLIST

This fic was inspired by the song My Heroine by The Maine which you can listen to here, if you’d like. The song I’ve come to realize sounds like it can have multiple interpretations, but I was inspired to use the whole “reader is Spencer’s drug of choice” plot. Not gonna lie it was rough writing about his prison trauma cause I consider it to be one of his biggest traumas, but I kinda wanted this to be a journey from his avoidance of it to his eventual acceptance, all while sex is his “heroin” or the reader is the “heroine” in his story. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: M (smut)

Word Count: 4,460

I’m feeling pretty dirty baby

Forgive my sins

I get the feeling you can save me honey,

My heroine

The silver gleam from the sharp blade caught his eye as it hit the light. In any other circumstances, the sharpness of it might actually be considered  beautiful.

This was anything but beautiful.

This was horrifying.

The metal was so closely pressed to skin that even a small flinch could draw blood.

“Never ever mess with a man’s stash on the inside. When you do,” the man paused for a second—a millisecond—before the knife sliced across the skin, ripping the hostage’s throat open.

He struggled against the person holding him, his momentary shock and need to help his friend making him fight the grip of the big man, even more.

“People get hurt,” the first guy said, backing away.

The second man let go of him, his friend falling to the floor, choking on his own blood. While they made their departure from the laundry room, he ran to his injured friend’s side, grabbing a towel to hold against the wound.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he repeated, kneeling over the only friendly face he’d known in the last weeks.

If he repeated it enough, he’d be okay. He had to be. 

“Guard!” he yelled.

His hands cradled his friend’s face as he lay gasping and wheezing, the fear in his eyes matching his own. 

In all the years, throughout all the things he saw that most normal people didn’t, he’d never been as terrified as he was right now. His heart raced from the fear and he was breathing heavy as he screamed as loud as he could.

“HELP! HELLLLP!”

Spencer shot up in bed, breathing hard.

His face was sweaty, his entire body was sweaty, in fact. His t-shirt clung to his skin.

He kicked off the covers, sitting on the side of his bed, running his hands through his hair. He tried in vain to calm his pounding heart and slow his breathing.

The nightmares hadn’t stopped. If anything, they’d gotten worse.

A rare burst of anger caused him to shove the object that was sitting on his nightstand, off of it with extreme force.

He glared at the journal on the floor where it had landed haphazardly. He didn’t want to write in it like his therapist suggested. It didn’t help him then and it wasn’t going to help him now.

He rubbed his eyes, trying desperately to erase all the images that constantly played behind his eyes, regardless if he was asleep or awake.

It was the middle of the night, but he knew what he needed. He grabbed his phone off the charger and sent a quick text.

I need a distraction.

The recipient would understand, he knew. It was only 1 am and they were known to be a night owl anyway. 

He grabbed a pair of pants to change into and pulled them on in place of his pajama pants. All he had to grab were his car keys and his phone and he was out the door.

-

It’d only been six months since Spencer had been released from prison in which he spent three long, grueling months in.

He had been framed.

That was the first thing he remembered thinking, even under the influence of heroin and cocaine, in which the unsub had drugged him with. He had been sitting in a prison cell in Mexico, but deep down he knew he hadn’t done anything, even if his mind was scrambled and tried desperately to convince himself otherwise.

Fucking Cat Adams. If she hadn’t been such a psychopath, he might’ve admired her intelligence and skills to pull off something so elaborate, but alas, she was.

Her and her female partner Lindsey Vaughn had been watching him, waiting to strike. All because Spencer had arrested Cat and outsmarted her. It’s where she belonged after all. She’d been a

hit woman, operating in the shadows of the dark web that even experts in the area couldn’t even fathom.

She, along with four other assassins had been working for years before any law enforcement even knew of their existence. Spencer and the rest of his fellow Behavioral Analysis team had been the only ones to get close enough to them. Close enough in fact, to take them all down, every last one.

Cat Adams though, had been the hardest one. She was one to play mind games and she hated to lose. Which she had against him; he’d outsmarted her and she was the one who’d landed in a prison cell.

Of course, being the kind of person she was, she wasn’t going to take that lying down. So, she returned the favor.

He had been determined to help his mother—Diana Reid—who’d been suffering from paranoid schizophrenia all his life, but now had been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. He was smart, he was sure he could help her, fix her maybe.

There’d been a plethora of drug trials, medicine combinations, diet changes, but nothing helped. So without his teammates—who happened to be the closest friends he had—knowledge, he had been crossing the Mexico border numerous times to get medicine for his mother, one that was definitely not FDA approved.

It was one of these trips that Lindsey—and technically Cat too—had struck. 

She’d dosed him with a spray of scopolamine, pumped him full of cocaine and heroin and murdered the woman he’d been meeting to get the vials of medicine from.

It was bad, really bad. He was the prime suspect in the murder and that is how he ended up in Millburn Correctional Facility pending trial for three months.

Thankfully, the BAU had worked their asses off to clear his name, but in the time spent in prison he had experienced some pretty awful things.

If that hadn’t been bad enough, Cat had orchestrated another evil plan. Lindsey had managed to kidnap his mother.

Less than 12 hours after being released from jail, he was back in another one to face Cat again and play her games. 

She had been executed for her crimes and the additional charges she faced for framing him and kidnapping his mother. He wasn’t the least bit remorseful; if anything, he was glad he’d never have to deal with her again. He dealt with her in his mind enough as is.

Spencer didn’t deal with emotions very well, so it was no surprise to himself that he didn’t stop to process his trauma.

Instead, he found other outlets.

He’d known Y/N for several years but had done an awful job of keeping in touch as the years passed. He’d recently reconnected with her before his arrest and then he’d pulled away again.

He felt bad for never telling her until after the fact, but he’d been embarrassed enough. 

She was a good friend, one who had said she would do anything to help him if and when he needed it.

That’s how the arrangement began. It’d happened once, by accident, but it had helped him forget everything when he needed it the most.

Which is why at 1 a.m. he was headed over to her house, just to forget everything for a while.

Your hips, my hands, you swing and you dance

Yeah, I’m feeling pretty lonely baby 

Just let me in

Just let me in

The door to her apartment opened to reveal her barefoot and in a long, oversized t-shirt.

“Hey,” she greeted him.

He didn’t waste time with the greetings, he kicked the door closed with his foot and grabbed her face, kissing her.

Within minutes he had her pressed up against her door, hands roaming under her shirt as he kissed her hungrily.

He wanted to forget.

Needed to forget.

She moaned into the kiss. Lucky for him, she got horny easily. She was always ready to go at it whenever. Maybe it had something to do with him, although he didn’t know. He never really took the time to dwell on it.

His fingers stroked her bare stomach as his tongue moved against hers. Her hands clutched the bottom of his shirt, pulling away long enough to help him yank it over his head. Her shirt followed suit.

For a while, they stayed there, top halves pressed against one another as their lips moved together in a complicated, yet simple dance. 

They made out for a while, while Spencer forced his brain to empty and focus on her. It finally worked as he felt his crotch tighten, his need for her now more than just something to get him through the night.

She led him back to her bedroom and within minutes was kneeling in front of him, pulling his cock out of his pants.

“You gonna be a good little girl and suck my cock?” he mumbled, looking down at her with lidded eyes.

Normally, he would never fathom talking like this. But something had changed within him in the last six months. He was rougher around the edges, he quite literally didn’t give a fuck anymore. Which proved to be true since he quite literally had a fuck buddy—something the old Spencer wouldn’t even consider.

He cared about her, but like him, she didn’t want anything serious, so he never felt too bad taking advantage of her this way. Weren’t they both using each other anyway?

“Your wish is my command,” she purred, making his cock throb even more.

The moment her mouth touched him, his eyes closed in pure bliss, the feeling chasing the nightmares away.

His hand threaded in her hair, guiding her head as her tongue glided and mouth hollowed out, sucking him like her favorite popsicle. She was amazing at this, he definitely had to give her that.

“Y/N, fuck,” he groaned, his hips bucking up towards her mouth.

Her tongue was his gateway to an anxiety free mind—at least for the time being.

He pushed her away after a few minutes. He wasn’t going to last if she kept that up much longer.

With surprising agility, he’d had her from her knees to bent over the end of the bed in seconds.

Their sessions were far from romantic love making—the type of intimacy he knew she deserved—but more animalistic and frenzied. 

He knew he was selfish and instead of letting her have what she deserved from a man, he held tight to her like she was his lifeline.

In a way, she had become his lifeline. Things got worse the longer he tried to stay away from her. That’s why he always returned.

Her moans and the slap of their bodies were the only sounds heard in the room as he thrust deep into her. Even as fucked up as he was, he had to be an idiot to not admit that sex with her was incredible. She was incredible.

“Spencer, oh my god, fuck.”

Her words came out in a strangled moan as he’d switched up the movements of his hips. Instead of the fast and harsh thrusts, they turned into slow and deeper ones. He may only be her fuck buddy, but he was still gonna be damn sure she got her pleasure out of it too.

His fingers dug into her hips as he tried to erase the images of his earlier nightmare with every thrust. Usually, it worked. Tonight though, he was struggling.

Instead of disappearing, the memories kept flashing through his head like a silent movie on repeat.

The helplessness everyone felt in that prison.

The fear he felt.

The images of a group of white men who pointed a knife in his face his first full night in prison.

Two, sneering and sadistically joyful faces hovering over him as they beat him to a pulp, smothering his face with a rag.

His desperate decision in doing something so awful that it hurt more men than he intended it to.

The constant paranoia.

The fear he had become a monster.

Every single moment inside he’d spent that he had to make choices he’d never fathomed he’d have to—only to survive.

Delgado.

“Switch it up,” he muttered, pulling out of her, turning her around.

His jaw was tense, his body was rigid. All he wanted was one orgasm to erase his nightmare.

Her eyes narrowed, sensing his tension but knowing better than to comment on it.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered.

She pushed him towards the head of the bed, ordering him to sit against it. He did as he was told, focusing all of his attention on her again.

When she climbed into his lap to straddle him, his breathing had become ragged and he was glad that the stirrings of his arousal were coming back—his sexual attraction to her luring him back in again.

She sank down on him and he exhaled sharply, groaning lowly. The feeling of her tight around him was always like drinking water after being utterly parched.

“You like that?” she purred, her hands resting against his chest, “You like when I take care of you?”

“Very much so,” he growled.

He thread his hand into the back of her hair, pulling her face towards his. He kissed her roughly, his lower half meeting the speed she’d set since she was now the one in charge. Her pelvis grinded against his, giving her even more pleasure, he was sure.

As much as he did this for his benefit, he also had a small sense of pride in knowing he could make her moan and writhe like he did. His hands cupped her breasts, massaging them and she threw her head back with a loud moan. 

He could practically fall apart at that sight alone, but he managed to resist.

His lips attached to her throat, sucking harshly, sure to leave a mark. Their moves were frantic as she gripped the headboard and he bucked relentlessly into her.

They both spiraled into ecstasy, not that far apart from one another.

Sweaty and out of breath, she moved off of him, gathering her clothes and tossing his own to him.

“Want something to eat before you go?”

She asked it so nonchalantly it was as if he hadn’t just spent about half an hour buried to the hilt in her.

“No, thanks though.”

He wasn’t one to stay long after the deed, even though a part of him felt like an ass for it. Y/N didn’t deserve that. But if it ever bothered her, she never let on.

She nodded, watching him as he finished pulling his shirt over his head.

“I’m around, if you need me.”

Spencer gave a nod and headed to the door, grabbing his car keys on his way out.

You’re my heroine, but you’re suicide 

If I let you in you’ll crawl inside 

You save my skin

But you can’t wait to sink in 

My heroine

In a way, Y/N had become his drug.

Whenever things got too hard, he went to her. But lately, it was like every time he fucked her, it only left him needing more.

His PTSD was getting worse, the sex was only distracting him for so long, but he was stubborn. He wasn’t going to give her up anytime soon.

The PTSD was also affecting his work and he knew it.

It’d been six months since his release from prison, but he’d only been reinstated for three months. He worked his ass off to get his position back and he wasn’t about to let his emotions get the best of him.

He was currently trying to focus on the geo profile in front of him, but his vision kept blurring. He rubbed his eye, trying hard to block out everything else but this case.

He was becoming increasingly irritable as well.

It had only been a week since his last visit to Y/N, but he was craving her and her distractions so much. His nightmares hadn’t ceased, he was hardly sleeping and his teammates weren’t oblivious.

They knew he was having a hard time readjusting.

Spencer doubted they knew just how bad it really was though.

The map blurred in front of his eyes again, the sight being replaced with moving pictures, his memories being played before his eyes.

Like the time he was so desperate to survive, he poisoned drugs that he was supposed to move, instead of getting involved with the situation.

He ended up causing several men to get incredibly sick—his guilt over that still haunted him at night.

Prison was an incredibly dangerous place and he had been too good of a person to survive as long as he had.

For a while he’d had two friends; Delgado and Shaw.

One was murdered in front of him.

The other turned out to be using him. Shaw ran the entire prison population. He called the shots and people listened to him. But Spencer wanted no part of that.

Making an enemy of Shaw had been deadly. In fact, it came close to being deadly. Spencer could’ve easily lost his life behind bars.

It had been months since he had been locked up, but the sense of helplessness he felt still haunted him to this day. It smothered him like the sweltering heat on a hot, summer day.

He rubbed his palms into his eyes. He felt like he couldn’t breathe while at the same time his heart rate accelerated. His sense of fight or flight was being triggered and he couldn’t stop the sense of dread that was engulfing his senses.

“Spence, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just need some fresh air,” he answered, brushing past a worried JJ.

The moment he exited the crowded police station and the cool air hit his face, he felt fractionally better, but the anxiety still gripped him.

He gripped his tie, yanking at it and loosening it, so he could breathe. The feel of it around his neck had been making him feel like he was suffocating more so than he already had been.

His therapist had told him panic attacks were normal with PTSD, but he hadn’t had them much. This was an exception apparently.

He leaned against the brick of the building and tried to focus on his breathing to bring his heart rate down. After all he’d endured, he wasn’t about to let a damn panic attack take him down.

His eyes were closed as he tried to calm down, so he didn’t hear Luke approaching.

“Reid.”

He opened his eyes, seeing his teammate Luke Alvez, standing next to him. 

He wondered how he currently looked through Luke’s eyes. A mess, probably. 

Luke didn’t beat around the bush, either.

“Your PTSD has gotten worse, hasn’t it?” he asked, gently.

Spencer shrugged.

“Spencer, if you need to take some time—”

“I don’t need to take time off because I’m fine,” he snapped.

Luke flinched as if Spencer had physically hit him. If anything, he knew that his outburst was just further proof at how not okay he was.

“I need to get back to work,” he mumbled, moving around Luke to head back inside.

He wasn’t sure of anything much lately, but one thing he knew for sure was when they got back from the current case, he was heading straight to Y/N’s apartment.

I feel a little withdrawal baby,

Come pick me up

Took a hit from your level

Now I just can’t get enough 

Your taste, my touch

A little bit of love and a whole lot of lust 

He was back at her door, knocking.

She opened the door, dressed in another oversized t-shirt—due to the late hour of night—and greeted him with a wordless nod. Somehow, he thought she knew that he was having a bad time today.

He looked like shit, that he knew. His hair was a mess of tangled curls, his eyes were bloodshot and deep, dark bags shined brightly under his face, darker than his normal appearance. His cheekbones were more prominent lately as well since he wasn’t eating much, nor was he sleeping well either.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

Her tone was dull and to the point and threw him off guard for a moment. She’d never made it about her, ever. But now, looking at her, he could see her unhappiness. Whether he caused it or not, he was unsure.

This arrangement of theirs had been only to help him forget. Too quickly, it had become like an addiction for him. She was like his drug. He needed her to forget. But maybe, at the same time, she was tired of trying to help him when he couldn’t even help himself.

He promised himself that this would be the last time. Once more and he’d let her go. He’d let her be free of him. She’d be happier anyways.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said.

He tried to be gentle as he pulled her towards him. As he kissed her, he felt her body melt into his. Maybe he had been imagining her mood earlier.

He tried to focus on getting hard, not on all the horrors that constantly swirled in his mind.

His lips moved swiftly with hers in a kiss that was anything but romantic or gentle. It was lust driven and filled with his own desperate need to be distracted.

She knew exactly what to do to get him in the mood, that’s for sure. 

Her teeth tugged at his lower lip gently, her tongue almost the complete opposite of their current actions. It was gentle and hesitant as it met his before continuing its dance with his own.

He pulled her closer, his hand tangled in her hair as he kissed her more roughly, pushing her against the arm of her couch.

In the blink of an eye, he had her turned around and bent over the arm, his hand gliding over the silk material of her underwear. He felt a small swell of pride hearing her moan as he touched her. It also went a long way in helping his own arousal which was now throbbing in his pants.

He was already unbuttoning his pants as he kissed her neck, his hips pressing into hers. The more he got into it, the more he actually felt that he wanted this—that he wanted her.

With one smooth movement, he had her underwear pulled down to her thighs and he entered her with a groan.

But he couldn’t focus. 

Somehow, without him realizing it, the memories had slipped through a crack in his mind.

Instead of being there with Y/N, he was back in that cell.

The countless hours sitting in a cell, trying to remember something he never did.

The desperation, the helplessness in that place.

Familiar faces he dealt with sped across his mind.

Malcolm, Shaw, Delgado, Wilkins. Frazier, Duerson, the two men who gave him a beating meant for Delgado.

The fear he felt in those final days when he had no one to trust, when he had to stab himself in the leg to get into solitary confinement, just to stay alive.

The horrible memories were flashing in his head at the speed of lightning.

“Ow! Spencer, you’re hurting me.”

Spencer snapped back to the present, realizing his fingers were creating bruises on Y/N’s hips from his too tight grip.

“This isn’t working,” he said in way of an apology, pulling out of her.

He was already going soft anyway, the previous arousal now completely gone and replaced by his racing thoughts and memories.

“It’s fine,” she muttered, pulling down her t-shirt and pulling up her underwear.

He had just zipped up his suit pants—he’d come straight from the jet—when she spoke again.

“Actually, no. It’s not okay.”

Spencer blinked in surprise at her harsh tone. He didn’t think he’d ever heard her raise her voice.

“I’m sick of this Spencer! I know we started this a while ago for...reasons,” she flapped her hand in midair as if demonstrating all the unsaid things between them.

“But I can’t do it anymore. I care about you Spencer. Honestly right now I don’t know if it’s as more than a friend or just as a friend but that’s another can of worms to open another time. You can’t keep doing this! You can’t keep coming to me and fucking me to try and rid your demons. You’ve been through a hell of a lot and you didn’t deserve any of it, but I’m not going to stand her and watch my friend destroy himself because he refuses to get the help he so desperately needs.”

Spencer stood, frozen in place, mouth agape. It was then he saw tears shining in her eyes.

“We have a lot to sort out between us, eventually, but you need to help yourself first,” she whispered, as if feeling defeated by her previous outburst.

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what he could say.

“I know facing everything, processing it all is a scary feeling, Spencer. Even if you tried reaching out to a friend to talk through it, that would be a big step. I just...I just want you to get better.”

A single tear slid down her cheek and he did the worst possible thing to do.

He fled her apartment like the coward he was.

•

He didn’t go home. 

Instead, he walked around the city as the daylight receded and the sun slipped behind the horizon, saying goodnight to the world until the next day.

He spent a lot of time thinking.

He ended up dashing into a busy diner he came across as the night sky opened up and rain began falling in sheets.

He sat in his booth, absentmindedly sipping on the cup of coffee he’d ordered and watched the rain fall in the darkness outside.

In an ironic way, the weather outside was similar to the turmoil he felt inside. 

Just like the completely blackened sky outside, he felt just as dark and empty. The storm was similar to the storm of emotions, memories, traumas he continually tried to squash, all in the wrong ways.

He knew ignoring his problems wouldn’t make them go away; he also knew using sex as a distraction was the worst possible thing to do as well, yet he’d continued to do it and he’d hurt more than just himself in the process.

He’d hurt his friends, who’d only wanted to help, but pushed them away. He’d hurt Y/N, who didn’t deserve to be treated like a plaything, yet he kept coming back, making things worse.

By the time he’d finished his coffee, he decided what he wanted to do. What he knew he needed to do.

I’m feeling pretty lonely baby,

So just let me in

Just let me in 

He’d ran through the pouring rain. He didn’t even bother to try to take any transportation. The rain felt like it was washing him clean from the horrors of the last year.

He was back at her door, but this time, for a different reason. 

He was soaking wet and felt a lot like a dog with his tail between his legs, but he refused to chicken out once again. So, he knocked.

She answered, this time in actual pajamas rather than the attire she was in hours before.

Maybe it was the expression he wore or something she saw in his face because she didn’t immediately slam the door in his face—something he knew he deserved. She stood patiently, almost questioningly, waiting for him to speak first.

He took a deep breath before speaking the words he should’ve uttered months ago.

“I’m ready to talk. I’m ready to get the help I need.”

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random oc fact: about Olivia 'Libby' Zander:

under read more ‘cause its long

- born in 16 march 2019. parents originally from Cyprus, they moved in America before Olivia was born. has a younger sister named Helen. their mother died of an incurable disease when Olivia was 4 yrs old, Helen was 2 yrs old. Theodore, their dad, needed to raise them on his own and work to provide for them

- usually a more lonely wolf, she focused on her studies than to get out in world. during college, she went to a party held on Harvester Day (i guess) and met Ryan Hudson (7-8 yrs older than her) who back then, was a officer in the army and was charming and very kind. they had fun at the party and kept contact. she also met Michael Hudson, Ryan's brother.

- her dad, who was a very kind, but unphased man, was not so glad that her daughter started to date a soldier, or how he called him, military dog. he had a bad feeling towards Ryan, and even asked Olivia if she is sure or even should consider the other Hudson brother (he liked Michael more than Ryan). in the end, he gave up and let them marry, with the condition that Olivia keeps her last name, and any offspring they will have, all will have the last name Zander. Theodore considered that the Hudson name is too american.

- she got married when she was 24 years old, right after she graduated college

- almost 2 yrs before she had her son, Olivia has stepped in to help raise her nephew, Vincent Hudson, as his mother didnt cared at all, and Michael was away on his duty (was an army medic). taking care of Vincent made her wish to have her own child.

- she gave birth to her son, Vaughn Aleksandros Zander, when she was 26 yrs old, on 13 february 2045.

- in the first few years she has raised both boys on her own. her husband and her brother in law were away in their duty, while Vin's mother prefered to hang out with her friends than to take care of her son. when Vaughn was around 5 years old, Olivia took a job as pharmacist on night shift. she also taught both boys how to cook.

- when Vin was around 10 yrs old, his mother left the Hudson family for her boss and took Michael's car and money. he needed to go one more time in the army, then retired to take a postman job, so he can take care of his son. Olivia had expected this thing from her ex sister in law, and felt sorry for Michael. even that her husband disapproved, Olivia had helped Michael with money until he got up on his feet.

- Olivia and Michael are very close, and she stays more with him than with her own (mostly absent) husband. at some point, Michael started to have feelings for her, but never acted on her, as he waited for her first.

- continued her job as pharmacist, even taking extra shifts so she can afford books and everything Vaughn needed for his studies.

- when her nephew was drafted in the army, she was terrified for him, then faked her son's medical documents, making him unfit for drafting. she knew it was illegal and risked prison for doing this, but she couldnt let her son be drafted too.

- she had not knew anything on how her husband treated their son. she noticed that Ryan became cold and distant, but had no idea how he emotionally and physically abused Vaughn. her son didnt said anything about it as he knew that without Ryan's money they couldnt get by, but after 2 yrs when he got a job too, Vaughn said everything. in 2071, just before Ryan left again in his duty, Olivia divorced of him, and even wanted to move out of the flat with her son. a few weeks pass, and they get the news that Ryan was killed in an ambush. Olivia and Vaughn were happy to hear about and that they can keep the flat, but felt bad for Michael. a week pass, and get the news that Vin was also killed on the battlefield, which ruins them. they tried to take care of Michael, but he died of heartattack 2 weeks later. to make things way worst, Vaughn lost his job at the clinic as the army took it under their control.

- Eleanora Foster, who was dating Vaughn since his college years, had helped him with his depression, taking him out more the house. Olivia was heartbroken but continued to work. both her and her son barely could get by with money. Nora's parents worked in administration, and her father managed to get Vaughn a job as family doctor in the Medical Bay Center. in 2074, Vaughn married Nora. her family also bought them the house in Sanctuary and Codsworth.

- she wanted to get her dad and sister to her son's wedding, but they could not afford the tickets, and also her dad was sick. Olivia could not afford either to go visit them, and was heartbroken. she wished her dad and sister would finally meet Vaughn (as they moved out in Cyprus when Olivia married, so they never met Vaughn), but her son told her that as long as he has her, its all that matters.

- in the year 2077, Nora had bought tickets for Vaughn and Olivia so they can visit their family in Cyprus for christmas and new years. the tickets were never used.

- had survived during the bombs, and after being locked in her flat for 3 weeks, she finally made courage to get out. she took a gas mask, a chest combat armor and a laser pistol (the only things from Ryan that she didnt sold) and got out. she was terrified how people were killing each other or barely living. she got in Sanctuary, but found Codsworth that was malfunctioning. she tried to get to the vault, but was stopped. hoping her son and his family are safe, she went back into the house and took any remaining food and supplies. she then went back to her flat and took some things with her: a backpack, clothes, food, medical supplies and photos with her family. she knew she must find a way to survive.

- she found a group of survivors that didnt shot her on sight. with time, they all transformed in ghouls. despite the radiation that changed her body, her eyes remained the same. she lost her hair, but found a wig that she dyed in her natural hair color, and tied in the same manner her son has: ronin bun.

- they became scavengers and traders. Olivia was also a medic and helped people if needed. not many people were used to ghouls yet, so they were marginalised a lot, or in worst cases, being shot at. there were also times when Olivia had ate nothing but drank alcohol to survive.

- she only presents herself as Libby, as it was the nickname that Michael and Vin called her

- she was never interested in any other romantic relationships. years ago, she realised too late that she really felt so close to Michael. she also thinks that she is asexual, as she never felt any interest in sex.

- after a few decades, Olivia split from her group as they were not aggreing that she was giving out free supplies. she was on her own for a few weeks, until she found Nix, a grieving mongrel mother who lost her cubs and was injured. she seen the scattered dead puppies and the crying mongrel and took care of her. Olivia knew what Nix feels, and the dog decided to stay with her. since then, Nix was her only friend.

- they travelled across America, doing trades, helping out, Olivia also teaching medical stuff to other people, helping children. she also helped new mothers delivering babies, installing new trading routes, and settling down arguments between groups of people.

- she became an excelent sniper, and she and Nix worked efficient in team

- she always had her family in her thoughts, and especially her son and nephew, and talked about them proudly. at some point, she thought that even Vin was her son, but remembered she gave birth once, and was 3 yrs difference between the boys.

- she also met my other ocs: my Vault Dweller, Nonè Smith, Chosen One Clovers Smith, Tamir (when she was 10 yrs old) and Gabriella Abbey, my Lone Wanderer.

- she also met mayor MacCready, after he nearly shot Nix. Olivia was more impressed by the kid than upset, and decided that she can help them out. she gave them supplies, helped them out, and all she wanted was to trade stories. despite MacCready's constant insults, they were good friends. he never forgot her kindness.

- around 2288, she hears stories about General Zander and how he saved the Commonwealth. she got interested to see who has her last name. she had no hope that it was her son, but one of the descendants.

- first arrived in Goodneighor and met Daisy, and got info on where to find General Zander

- reunited with her son in Sanctuary, and also met Oliver, her grandson, before being introduced to the Sanctuary family. also reunited with MacCready, and was so happy to see him ending up well and with his son Duncan

- she finally retires and becomes the mama and grandma she missed so much. in present, she moved into Vaughn's old house, which she decorated it. she takes care of the kids, spends time with her son and her new family. she loves Nick and Hancock and sees how good are for his son. she also organize their wedding.

- usually a very cheerful person, she has a certain sad look in her eyes at times. yet if she is asked if she is ok, she will smile and say that she is ok.

- shocks her son by drinking alcohol and smoking and even swearing, as she never done these things pre war. but overall, Vaughn still sees her as the mom he knew.

#oc olivia zander #fallout #fallout oc #fallout ocs #ghoul oc #fallout 4 #fo oc

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A McDanno rec list for a new friend. (These are also authors I enjoy, so consider this a blanket rec list.)

The Bareknuckle Poet by pleasebekidding

After a serious accident left Steve temporarily wheelchair-bound, working towards his recovery, he enrolled at Rutgers for a year. He met Danny Williams in his criminology course, wearing pride pins and chipped black nail polish, so sure of himself that Steve found it breathtaking. What happened next redefined Steve's sense of self, his ambitions, and many of his priorities.

Tax Benefits by renecdote

“Everyone already assumes we’re married so maybe we should just...” Danny gestures broadly with his beer. He’s maybe a little bit… Not drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“For the tax benefits.”

Danny gives him an aggravated look. “Yes, Steven, for the tax benefits.”

Danny (jokingly) suggests they should get married. Steve takes him seriously.

ua kaha aku la ka nalu o kuu aina (the surf has pressed upon my land) by icoulddothisallday, TetrodotoxinB

Steve knows, he learned, how a man behaves. He can play his part. Danny, who is a good man and great father, looks nothing like what Steve was taught. Reconciling the two means giving up everything he's clung too for the last two decades, and there's nothing about it that's easy.

*potentially triggery AF (deals with effects of conversion therapy) but beautifully rendered

the art of leaving and saying goodbye by Verasteine

2007 is the year Danny learns that choice can be the worst kind of heartbreak. AU.

*warning for infidelity (not mcdanno)

in jest by apathyinreverie

“No, babe,” Danny shakes his head with a grin. “If the apocalypse were to go down while I’m elsewhere for some godforsaken reason, then you stay put and I’m coming to wherever you are.” His grin widens. “And I expect you to have cleared any aliens or zombies or whatever else might be messing with us off the island and to have set up a nice, comfortable military dictatorship for us to rule over by the time I get back.”

It’s a joke.

Of course it’s a joke.

Until it isn’t.

(A the-day-after-tomorrow-style apocalypse AU, where the world decides to end right when Danny is visiting one of the other islands with Grace. Because, of course, it does.)

not just friendship (romance too) by earthquakedream

Steve's gone and gotten himself a boyfriend. Danny's not sure what worse: the fact that he's stupidly jealous or that he actually likes the guy.

All I Ever Wanted (It Comes with a Price) by leviarty

Steve gets shot. Again. Danny is not okay.

* warning: a young grace shoots someone to protect both herself and a gravely injured steve

After All Our Troubles, We Have This by Banshi13

"I'm ending this," McGarrett muttered after a few moments of silence. "I'm not coming back until Wo Fat is in the ground. I'll dig his own grave and bury him myself if I have to, but my father is dead, my mother is running all over the world in hiding, my sister and I were uprooted from our lives, and now he's got Danny locked somewhere in a basement in the middle of Japan." He looked both Chin and Kono in the eye, deadly resolve in his eyes. "This ends. Now. This is the absolute last time that man interferes with my life and my family."

The Other Guy by haldoor

Danny tells Steve what he thinks is a funny story from when he attended Grace's school play. Steve doesn't think it's so funny; in fact, it makes him jealous.

Strapped by stellarmeadow

Steve's determined Danny's going to be prepared next time.

Warm to the Touch by veronicaluv

Danny didn't think twice about going to North Korea to find Steve. He just didn't know everything would go to hell when they got back.

Me and my heart (We got issues) by SquaresAreNotCircles

“I’m in love with you, Steve,” Danny says. He does it softly, quietly, laying the words into the darkness of Steve’s backyard like they’re something breakable, something to be tiptoed around. “I thought you should know.”

Steve’s heart jumps. It rams against his ribcage so hard it’s going to leave bruises. So hard he startles awake, and he almost yells before he realizes he’s outside because he fell asleep in one of the garden chairs in his backyard again.

how to be gay for your best friend in ten easy steps by commatme

See, the thing is that Danny doesn’t really do gay sex, what with being straight and all, but when Steve says I love you he sounds so earnest he makes Danny want to consider it. Which is crazy, right? He’s pretty sure that’s crazy, or at least a little unhinged.

It’s Not So Easy Caving In by paradis

The one where Danny used to be a heroin addict.

blame it on the ocean view by carryokee

Danny gives in, freaks out, and comes to his senses.

So Have I Loved You by Brumeier

In which Grace has a surprise for Steve's birthday and there's not a dry eye in the house.

take it back to a couple years yesterday by itsrosencrantz

Danny really, really doesn't want to go to his twenty year high school reunion.

Steve decides they're going anyway, and Danny takes it about as well as you'd expect.

View From The Shipwreck by flowerfan

Danny Williams isn’t in a great place – he’s a reluctant transplant to Oahu and an outsider at HPD. Former Navy SEAL Steve McGarrett isn’t doing much better, having suffered a career ending injury. When Danny’s young daughter Grace wanders into Steve’s bar after getting lost on a school field trip, Danny is drawn to Steve, somewhat against his better judgement – he’s got enough on his plate. He’s not exactly sure what Steve sees in him. As they spend more time together, Danny learns how Steve’s injury has changed his life in many ways, but not the most important ones. As one thing leads to another, Danny realizes that things might be looking up after all.

True North by lavvyan

“Tell you what, my dad’s throwing his annual Christmas Ball on Saturday. It’s not a trip to Aspen or anything, but it is nice. Fancy food and everything. You guys should come!”

On the trail of a suspected war criminal, Steve and Danny have to go undercover at a fancy ball. The sacrifices they make for the job.

Oh, and Steve's pining like the taiga. Nothing new there.

outside the lines by withoutwords

“I’m Detective Williams.” Danny says, not trying too hard to keep it smug free. “This is my partner, Detective Mackenzie.”

Ken Doll keeps his arms up, his eyes flickering between them all as if he's only seeing police for the first time. “Good cover,” he tells Danny, and it sets Danny’s teeth on edge.

“This is the part where you say sorry for assaulting a police detective, for compromising an investigation, and for acting like a complete asshole while doing it,” Danny growls, about to change his mind and cuff the guy himself.

“Sorry, Officer.”

The bastard is still grinning.

Boys Like Me, We Try Too Hard by romanticallyinept

Steve's always wound so fucking tight.

And Danny's worried about him. Legitimately worried about him. Because maybe Steve always lays into the perps a little hard, and maybe he follows his own rules and his own morals and doesn't stop to sleep unless his body's actually shutting down around him, but usually, Steve's okay at the end of the day. Usually, Steve's not leaning against the wall of the alley they're in, eyes closed and shaking, with the perp he'd cuffed a minute earlier lying on the ground and crying about his broken nose.

Steve keeps a secret, and Danny does his best to patch him back up when it comes to light.

Transformative by boxparade

“You know, I’d heard you’d changed a lot after high school, but I’ve gotta admit, this is a little weird.”

* trans (FTM) Danny

All the Way by VictoriaAGrey

Danny has lost count of how many times he and Steve have used the sexual tension between them for undercover work, only for it to be bottled away after the op is over. With Saint Michael as his witness, that ends tonight.

Nocturne in C# Minor (featuring Stevie Ray Vaughn) by minor_demimonde

So, to recap, Danny has beautiful eyes, great shoulders, a pleasantly-shaped butt, a delectable mouth, expressive hands, and he smells good.

You know, Steve has gone to bed with women who didn’t have that much going for them.

seen it in the flight of birds by Siria

AU from the beginning of Season 2. The Five-0 task force has been reinstated, but the new governor's determined to shake things up. Facing changes and unexpected betrayals, the team has to work together to face new challenges.

It Ain’t Me Babe (Nah), It Ain’t Me You’re Looking For (Babe) by tourdefierce

A story in which Danny makes lists and can't find his heterosexuality underneath all his homogay, Steve has a lot of faces, Kono is perfect in every way and Chin continues to keep Hawaii safe from the Five-O's general disfunction—Or, a story about Kono being awesome and how she likes her men with hearts in their eyes for each other.

Ratios, Decimals, and Percentages by fuchs

In which Steve takes an internet quiz and slowly loses his mind. Danny's okay with it.

Let’s Dance Like We Used To by AndreaLyn

There isn't a world in which Danny wouldn't go after Grace. So when Rachel moves the family to California, Danny goes with. Steve gets left to process life without Danny.

Gunfire, Rainfall, and Beach Erosion by thegrrrl2002

Steve and Danny are kidnapped. After which there is too much swimming and too much rain and it's all very romantic. If you are Steve, that is.

Moving In (To Every Single Aspect of Danny’s Life, Including the Boring Bits like Dry-Cleaning by westgirl

It felt wrong for Steve to sound unsure of his place in Danny’s life. His place in Danny’s life was at Danny’s side, driving him slowly insane. Steve should feel secure about that.

Always Known What I Wanted To Be by mickeysixx

Grace Williams has always wanted to be a cop.

The Taper Phase by popfly

It’s like being run over by an armored car, like the impact of gunshot to tac vest. The pride Danny feels for his daughter and something else, something about Steve’s tank top sticking to his stomach, the way his shorts stretch across his thighs. The goofy grin that lights up Steve’s face when he sees Danny and Charlie, waving one hand while he nudges Grace with the other.

Pitching Woo by SBG

In which Danny pitches (and then accidentally catches) woo.

clue: four letters, ‘is a many splendored thing’ by armillarysphere

“Crosswords? What are you, sixty?”

“They stimulate brain activity, Danno. You ought to try it sometime.”

Steve doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, half-chewed pen resting at the corner of his mouth in an entirely too distracting way.

That’s Not Just Friendship, That’s Romance by thismuchmore

Danny and Steve start out accidentally dating each other, and it turns into something more.

it’s not what you’re sure of (it’s what you don’t know) by somehowunbroken

Art thief Steve McGarrett and his team come up against FBI Special Agent Danny Williams, and things spin wildly out of control from there.

Same Deep Water by JiM, kalena

This isn't the first lifetime Danny's been in Hawaii. When the stress ratchets up, the dreams get more and more real. Turns out Danny has some unfinished business . . . with Steve.

Warning: Ambien use may lower inhibitions in a wakeful state.

Curiosity Didn’t Kill This Cat by unadrift

"I'm confused," Rachel says. "Are you two dating or not?"

Danny sighs. "You remember that thing with the cat in the box? The one that's both dead and alive?"

"Schroedinger's cat?"  

"It's kind of like that."

"Okay," Rachel says. She clearly has no idea what he's talking about.

2727 Piikoi Street by imaginary_iby

The ways in which Danny makes himself at home by Steve's side, and the family he gains as the years go by. (Featuring Steve in Timberland boots and little else, and happy goofs who like to make out against the front door).

All The Earth Awaits Thee by Portrait_of_a_Fool

Steve knows all about war and willpower, but this is still the hardest battle he’s ever had to fight.

* warning: life threatening illness, no MCD

The Vertical Challenge by AlamoGirl80

Five times Danny thinks about his height, and then realizes that being "not-tall" doesn't really suck at all.

Some Things to Think About When You Decide to Be an Asshole by sutlers

Steve gets high and tries to fuck Danny; things devolve from there.

Inked by thehoyden

Of course Steve is enjoying himself. They're bait for a serial killer who has some sort of serious hangup about tattooing loved ones' names on their skin -- of course Steve thinks this is practically like a vacation, but better, because the chances of collateral damage are higher.

This Thing Of Ours (It Needs a Better Name) by leupagus

Cosa Nostra: (kō'sə nō'strə) etym: Italian n. The branch of the Mafia operating in the United States. Literally, "our thing" or "this thing of ours."

Ho’oponopono by ember_firedrake

Groundhog Day AU. Danny finds himself trapped in the same day over and over again.

Swim for Brighter Days by zarah5

Danny kisses Steve late on a Tuesday, early on a Wednesday. Steve punches him. (Set vaguely post-finale, so spoilers for that.)

All My Guards Away by sheafrotherdon

Tag to episode 1x18, with all the heartache that implies. Now with bonus fixes. With thanks to dogeared for all her suggestions and edits.

Let’s Take it from the Top by pterawaters

Steve goes along with the bachelor-party-in-Vegas, because he chose Danny to be his best man, and that's what Danny wants to do. Unfortunately, the things that happen in Vegas don't necessarily stay there.

How to Keep Your Mouth Shut by primetime

Danny’s sometimes gay. Gay, sometimes. Does dudes. He doesn’t know how to say it right. He doesn’t know how to say it at all.

Don’t Turn Me Home Again by gyzym

After a rough day of island living, Danny wakes up in New Jersey and learns the hard way to be careful what he wishes for.

End-Around by t_fic

Steve hesitates with his hand on the doorknob, looking back over his shoulder at Danny and nodding once before disappearing inside, and yeah, Danny is going to be so fucking lucky to get through this night without a coronary event.

Lonely People Do Stupid Things by waketosleep

Danny decides to show Steve the true meaning of Christmas, and does it by dragging him to New Jersey.

Down Beneath the Waves by samjohnsson

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but sometimes it takes another thousand to explain it.

Love’s a Battlefield (and the Navy Did Not Train Steve for This Shit) by cyerus

The Kalakaua-Kelly clan are determined to matchmake Steve. Out of desperation, Steve makes up a boyfriend named Danny.

It doesn't quite go according to plan.

put your mind at ease by eleanor_lavish

Somewhere in the last year, while Steve was busy killing bad guys, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has been erased from the books and guys like Jeff can marry whoever they damn well please.

You’ve Got Hawaii (and all I’ve got is you) by queenklu

In which Danny has issues, presents, and Steve fleas, not necessarily in that order.

Jaws by JoeLawson

Danny has a secret.

#mcdanno #fic rec #super simple edit is mine please don't copy #it's also my twitter header I WILL KNOW #Hawaii five-0 #h50 #holy shit this got so long it took like three hours

[crackedoutgiraffe]

The Stars In Your Eyes

THIS IS PART 2 OF TO THE MOON AND BACK

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4/14/2015

You were woken up that morning by a knock from JJ at your door. “Hey JJ,” you smiled when you opened the door. You noticed that she and Stephen both had their hands on their guns. “What’s wrong?” your face dropped and you immediately allowed them entry into the apartment. 

“Have you heard from Diana recently?” She and Stephen were both walking around the room. 

You thought for a moment about the last time you had seen Diana, “ no, I haven’t.”

“We have to call Emily,” Stephen sighed. They both continued to examine your apartment before Stephen pulled his phone out and started dialing. 

You rushed to your bedroom, “let me get changed and I’ll ride in with you guys.” You closed the door and changed out of your pajamas and into a blazer and dress pants. You did some basic makeup and reentered the living room. 

“Ready?” Stephen asked.

You nodded and grabbed your keys, badge, and gun. The three of you loaded into the SUV. “What do we know so far?” you tried to keep your mind off the fact that you practically got your mother-in-law kidnapped. 

“Reid got an unexpected visit from his mother and Lindsey Vaughn yesterday,” JJ explained. 

You had heard that name before but it was suddenly leaving your mind, “who?”

“We worked a case with them in 2007,” JJ continued. “She and her friend Katie got kidnapped. Katie was killed and Lindsey’s dad shot the suspect in front of Lindsey and Reid.”

“I’m going to call Garcia,” Stephen interrupted. 

“Walker, JJ, you’re on the phone with Alvez,” Garcia’s perky voice rang through the car.

“Hey Luke, we have Y/N with us too,” Stephen started. “No luck finding Cassie or Diana.”

“All right, well, I’m at Cassie’s car right now,” Luke explained. “Forensically, it’s a dead-end, but behaviorally we might have something. It’s parked down the block from a high school.”

“A high school is where Jack Vaughn killed Lindsey’s abductor in front of her and Spencer,” JJ noted.

You furrowed your brow, “well, placing the car there could have been a taunt from her to us.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Luke said.

You could hear typing and presumed it was from Garcia, “I can look into that. Oh! Oh, per Emily, I was supposed to look at the recent foot traffic in and out of Reid and Y/N’s building. There is no sign of Carol Atkinson, but Jamie LaMantia keeps popping up.”

“I don’t understand,” you interrupted. “What does Jamie have to do with this?” You had met her a few times before but she seemed really sweet.

“Jamie is Carol and Lindsey,” Garcia explained. “She lives in unit 26, down the hall from you. She paid six months of her rent upfront, and there hasn’t been a peep from her since.”

“I’m twenty minutes from your apartment,” Luke said.

“We’re ten,” you tapped Stephen on the shoulder and he got the message to make a u-turn. JJ turned the lights on and the three of you rushed back to your building.

When you got back, you swiped your key card and started your way upstairs. Stephen went in front of you and kicked the door open. You could see the body of Cassie laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. JJ and Stephen cleared the room while you inspected her body.

“Single gunshot wound to the back of the head, execution-style,” the smell was putrid and made you want to throw up. You noticed that JJ was looking at something on the table. “What is it?”

“Surveillance photos,” JJ sighed. You walked over and looked at the numerous black and white photos of Spence and everyone else on the team. You were in a few of them too. 

Stephen pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Emily, we have surveillance photos of Spence and Cassie’s body. Lindsey used an alias to rent out an apartment down the hall from Reid.” He paused for a minute. “There’s no sign of Diana.” He hung up and turned back to you and JJ. The three of you headed back to the SUV and started for Quantico. The ride there was silent. 

Once the elevator let you off, you went straight for the conference room. Tara, Garcia, and Rossi were all looking at files and various databases. JJ followed you in and sat next to you. You immediately grabbed a file and started to dig through the information splattered in front of you. For the next two hours, no one talked. You would eventually stand up and write something on the whiteboard but nobody said anything to you.

“Ugh!” Garica shouted. “I know it’s a different agency but couldn’t someone have told us that Lindsey left witsec?”

“No,” JJ sighed. “It’s for her own protection.”

Tara set the file in front of her down, “even the marshalls stay away unless you’re in trouble. Even our own case agents aren’t told about their member’s status.” 

You watched as Prentiss walked into the room. “How’d it go with Reid?” Rossi asked. 

“As expected,” the way Prentiss spoke made your hope for Reid diminish. “He thinks Lindsey’s using her father’s gun as a way to carry on her father’s legacy.”

“Makes sense, given her daddy issues.” Hearing Rossi say ‘daddy issues’ made you chuckle.

“And I spoke to the warden about getting Reid into protective custody, but he said no,” Prentiss continued.

“Ok,” Garcia was staring very intently at her laptop. “More ballistics literally just came in on Jack Vaughn’s gun, and Lindsey has been a very busy, evil bee.”

“How busy?” you asked as you turned toward the screen where a map was displayed. You watched as about fifteen points appeared on the map, each with a location and date written next to it.

“In fifteen murders in the last five years,” Garcia explained. 

“Shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow-point,” JJ pointed out. “Do you see the geographical pattern?”

“All of the kills are along the US-Mexico border,” you stood from your seat and moved closer to the board.

“And each of the victims has apparent cartel ties,” Garcia added.

Lewis dropped both of her hands to the table, “ so Lindsey has been a cartel hitwoman ever since she left the program.”

“Ok, but why is she using her dad’s gun?” Garica was becoming more and more aggravated with each setback. “It helps us and it’s risky for her.”

“It’s an impulse, not a choice,” JJ explained.

“Garcia can you get me a printed copy of all those files?” you pointed at the screen.

She started typing on her computer and then suddenly stopped, “done.”

You quickly left the room and rushed to the printer. The files and finished printing by the time you got there. You organized them and made your way to the cluster of desks. You sat on the floor by Reid’s desk and spread out all of the files. Each and everyone was a clue to where Lindsey was. You read through each of them, put them in chronological order, and read them again. There were many repeat details that stood out to you. Once you had highlighted everything you rushed to a supply closet and wheeled a whiteboard back to your makeshift workspace. You didn’t see it until now but Reid had a picture of the two of you on his desk. It was the photo you said was your favorite out of all of your wedding photos. Your lips pulled into a soft smile and a single tear fell from your eye, but you looked past it and started to write the repeat details on the board. 

After a few hours, the rest of the team took a break but you kept working and they could all see the exhaustion on your face. JJ came and placed a cup of green tea on Spence’s desk but she didn’t say anything to you. Emily came to talk to them after a while. You couldn’t hear what she said but you watched as they all made their way into the conference room. You worked through the night and eventually fell asleep in Spencer’s chair. When Emily found you, the first thing she noticed was the suit coat draped over your chest. It was Spencer’s. He kept an extra suit in his desk just in case.

“Y/N,” you recognized the voice as Luke’s, “I have news.”

“What happened?” you yawned.

He had a smile on his face that you’d never seen before, “Emily went to talk to the judge, she got Reid exonerated.”

“He’s coming home?” you could feel the tears in your eyes.

Luke nodded, “he’s coming home.” You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and started to sob into his shoulder. “We can go and pick him up now.”

“Ok,” you sobbed.

“Do you want to bring him a change of clothes?” Luke asked as he grabbed your bag.

“Um,” you wiped the tears from your cheeks, “yeah.” You grabbed the suit from his drawer and folded the jacket on top of it. Luke escorted you and Penelope down to the parking garage. As Luke drove you couldn’t stop smiling.

You jumped out of the car when Luke parked and practically skipped into the prison. The guard escorted you to the room they were holding Reid in. When you walked in he seemed confused. You tried to talk without crying but it was difficult, “we’re taking you home.” He immediately rushed you and wrapped you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest, his shirt was a good tissue. You could feel him crying into your shoulder and breathing on your neck. “I brought you a change of clothes,” your voice was muffled in his shirt but he knew what you said.

“I don’t care about that right now,” his voice broke with every word he spoke. “All I care about is being here with you at this moment.” The two of you stayed in the same position for ten minutes before the guard kicked you out. You found Luke and grabbed the clothes from him. You gave them to Reid and waited for him to change. 

When he was done, you met up with Luke again and the three of you walked out together. Garcia was waiting for you outside. Once Reid saw her he immediately wrapped her in a hug. 

The four of you drove back to Quantico. You and Reid sat in the back seat, the entire ride you rested your head on his shoulder and held his hand, never even thinking about letting go. 

As soon as you got back the team had to leave and raid a house, but Emily allowed you and Spence to stay behind. You took him back to the apartment to get a few of his things. 

“This photo is on the wrong page,” he pointed to the open scrapbook on the table.

“What do you mean?” you walked around the couch and sat next to him.

He grabbed a photo from the page next to it and held it up, “someone moved these photos around.” He flipped the picture around and found ‘xx-xy’ written on the back. 

“Does that mean something to you?” you placed a hand on his back.

“Only the obvious, male and female chromosomes. Lindsey’s way of telling us she’s with scratch.”

Your phone started to ring, “Hey Emily,” you said when you picked it up. 

“You and Reid need to go to Mount Pleasant Women’s correctional facility, it’s Cat Adams again,” Emily’s voice was firm, it almost scared you.

You stepped away from Reid, “do you want me to tell him?” you whispered.

“It’s probably best,” she sighed. “The jet is waiting for you.” She hung up after that. 

You put the phone into your backpack and turned to your now free husband, “Reid.” You walked back to the couch and sat next to him, “Emily needs us to fly to Iowa.”

He looked up at you confused, “Why?”

“It’s Cat,” you paused and stood from your seat, “again.” He immediately stood from his seat and left your apartment. You rushed after him and caught him just before he sped off in one of the SUVs. He seemed to have a lead-foot while driving, which was extremely out of character.

***

The flight was long and quiet. You fell asleep on Spencer and he held you like a baby. When you woke up, the plane was landing and Spence was staring at you. You quickly briefed him on everything you knew before you arrived at the prison. 

The two of you walked side by side into the observation room. You noticed Spence close his eyes and take a deep breath. “I’ll be here the whole time,” you squeezed his hand and looked at him before he nodded and walked into the interrogation room. 

“Spencie,” you heard Cat call from behind the glass. Her face lit up when she saw him. You followed Spencer into the room and closed the door behind you.

“Where’s my mother?” he asked. His voice was cold, unfeeling. It made you shiver.

Cat pretended to frown, “I missed you.”

“What did you and Lindsey do to her?” Reid was different. His demeanor was stronger and more protective. You noticed that he was standing in front of you, almost like a shield. He stepped closer to her, “What did you-”

“Now stop,” Cat put up one finger and interrupted Spencer. “You do not get to walk in here and hiss at me like I'm the criminal. Now, we do this my way.” She kicked the chair across from you out from under the table. The noise made you jump. “Have a seat.” Spence aggressively sat in the chair and moved closer to the table. You thought it was best if you stayed against the wall. “How was prison? Did you like it?”

“No,” Spencer kept his face emotionless.

“It’s not fun, is it?” she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Spencer didn’t move a muscle, not even daring to smile, “Unlike you, I didn’t deserve to be there.”

“How did you stay sane?” Cat leaned closer in her chair. “A brain like yours needs stimulation in such a gray place.”

“I worked in the laundry room and I played chess.”

“That’s three, maybe four hours tops, what did you do with the other twenty?” Now that you thought about it, Reid never actually told you what he did with his time. “You have to... go somewhere.” As Cat was talking she stared you dead in the eyes. You tried to keep your cool, but it was so hard. “Or else you go crazy.” She turned back to Spence. “Do you want to see where I go? I’ll show you. Come here.” Spence placed his folded hands on the table and leaned closer.

Cat raised her hand to his face, “no touching,” you interrupted. Cat rolled her eyes at you.

“Close your eyes,” she disobeyed your order and touched Spencer’s eyelids, helping them close. “Good. Now keep them shut, sit back, and relax.” Spence followed her orders and leaned back in his chair. “Now, when you open your eyes I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three months. Now.. open.” Spence opened his eyes. Cat looked around in awe and you watched as Spence finally smiled.

“Hello, Cat.” his smile reminded you of the day you two got married.

Cat giggled, “you’re here,” she shouted. You couldn’t see where ‘here’ was, but it seemed like they were having a good time. “You’re really here.”

“There is nowhere else, I would rather be,” Spence smiled.

Thank you for that, you thought to yourself from the corner of the interrogation room. You watched as the two of them talked for a while. Cat tried to provoke him into violence by threatening his mother, but he kept his head together. 

“Do me a favor and tell your lap-dog over there to step aside, because we’re going to play another game.” Cat looked at you and all you did was smile. “This time we are going to find out exactly what kind of man you really are.”

Spencer turned to you and nodded, giving you the go-ahead to leave. You walked toward the door and left the room. Spence and Cat talked for a few minutes before you saw him take his watch off and hand it to her. You heard Cat mention something about 4 hours, so you called Prentiss and told her that was your time table. Cat stood from her chair and sat on Spencer’s lap. You watched as she moved her hand over his chest and started to nibble on his ear. It made you sick to look at. Once she stood up, Spence looked back at you and you knew exactly why; he had lied to her. Morgan’s son was named Hank, not Bobby.

“Good job, Spence,” you pulled your phone out and called Rossi.

“Go ahead, Y/N,” Rossi called from the other side.

“Cat has deep background on Spence,” you sighed. “She knew about Gideon’s death and Morgan leaving the team for his family.”

“She’s throwing him off-balance,” Rossi explained.

“Yeah, but Spence also purposely gave the wrong name of Morgan’s son, and she didn’t correct him,” you continued.

You heard someone sigh on the other side, “she must have gotten her hands on Spencer’s confidential FBI file,” Emily started. “It would mention relevant team information but it wouldn’t name Morgan’s baby because of confidentiality reasons.”

“We’ve been thinking she’s been getting help from somebody inside the prison,” Rossi added. “This goes deeper than that. Thank you, Y/N.” Before he hung up you heard Prentiss ask for the phone. 

“Hey, how did Cat react to you?” Prentiss asked.

“Am I on speaker?” you whispered.

“No,” Prentiss tried her best to understand.

“I don’t think she sent the letters, she didn’t react to me that way,” you sighed, “I don’t think she even knows my relationship with Reid.”

“That’s good,” you could hear her smile. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” You heard the line go dead.

You put your phone away and turned your attention back to Reid and Cat. They were still just talking.

“What, you’re pregnant?” You could hear the confusion in Spencer’s voice.

Cat placed her hands on her stomach and leaned back, “we’re pregnant.”

You called the officer’s and requested Cat’s file. They brought it to you within minutes and found out that Cat really was pregnant. Cat brought up Maeve and Spence froze. Cat continued to explain how she became pregnant with Spencer’s child. She brought up baby names which seemed to push him over the edge. He stood up and left the room. When you finally got to talk to him again, he was much more aggressive. “Spence, we might have something,” you handed him the file. You kept your voice quiet and calm, “she’s three months, the timeline matches. That doesn’t necessarily mean-” You were interrupted by Reid throwing the file at the window.

He immediately turned around and rubbed his forehead in pain, “I’m sorry, it’s not you. I just need a minute.” You moved away from him, trying to give him space. You could hear his heavy breathing. You felt a vibration in your pocket. You pulled your phone out to see Emily calling you.

“Y/N, you there?” Luke asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” you looked at Spence who was still staring at Cat. “Yeah, go ahead.” 

“So far we don't have anything on the prison employees,” Emily started. “Somebody in there is helping her, but nobody jumps out as the obvious culprit, and it doesn't help that they're blocking us at every turn.” 

“We have something, but, uh, it's out there,” Tara’s voice came through the phone. “The gun store owner was more of a libertarian than you would think. He talked about how he never judged his customers or who they love.”

“That's weird,” you furrowed your brow. You also noticed that Spencer was now staring at you.

“Not as weird as when he mentioned Obergefell,” Walker added

“The Supreme Court decision that legalized gay marriage.” Emilly sounded confused.

“You said we were missing something in the relationship between these two women,” Rossi repeated. “What if it's this? The risks that Lindsey's taking, the bond she has with Cat, it's not professional. It's romantic.”

“Well, this casts a big shadow over Lindsey's next move,” Luke added. “By exposing their plan to us, she knows there's no happy ending, no future with Cat. And she's going to take Reid's mother with her.”

You heard JJ clear her throat on the other side, “And that's the ultimate act of revenge against the guy who took her lover away.”

“Y/N, what do you have?” Emily asked.

You lowered your voice, “will you take me off speaker?”

You heard a beep followed by muffled speaking, “alright, you’re good,” Emily announced. 

“Cat’s pregnant,” you started. “She’s also claiming that it’s Spencer’s.”

“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding?” Emily was in disbelief at your unusual statement. 

“Well, here's where it gets tricky,” you sighed. “Do we believe her or not? On the one hand, getting pregnant is a power control move straight out of the female psychopath handbook. On the other hand... If her story is true, it meant she sent her lesbian lover down to Mexico to get Reid to... ugh, yeah.”

“Either way, she is pregnant,” Emily sounded defeated. “I just refuse to believe it belongs to Spence. It could be the person inside the prison who's been helping her.”

“Getting pregnant serves two purposes,” Spencer could only hear your side of the conversation and seemed both sad and disgusted at the same time, but you continued. “Gaslighting Reid and emotional blackmail against that employee.”

“Y/N, I gotta call you back,” the abrupt end to your call worried you. Spence decided that his break was long enough; you watched as he walked back into the room. If only you knew what was happening in that head of his.

“Goodbye, Cat,” Spence stood from his chair and walked toward the door. When he opened it you watched as Cat slammed her hand on the table.

“I’ll let you talk to her,” the way her hair fell in front of her eyes made her look like a psychopath. 

Spence gave you a look and you knew exactly what he meant. You pulled out your phone and hit 7 on your speed dial. “Garcia, I need you to trace a call on Spence’s phone.”

“Ready to go,” you could hear her typing away on her computer. You watched Spence hand his phone to Cat and wait with anticipation.

Spencer grabbed his phone from her and held it to his ear. He was frantic. You heard Garcia gasp on the other end. The call cut off after that and Spencer started to become violent. He started to scream at Cat and slam his hands on the table.

“Spence,” you called as you entered the room. 

“Was that a prearranged signal to kill my mother?” Spencer was screaming at Cat who looked genuinely scared.

“Spence,” you yelled again. He was refusing to listen to you.

“Tell me the truth!” he was more aggressive than you’d ever seen him.

“Your mother is an Alzheimer's-ridden moron who's getting dumber day by day, and if she's dead, it's your fault,” this was Spencer’s tipping point. He threw the table across the room and pushed Cat against the wall. You ran after him, catching up with him right as he placed his hands on her throat.

“Spence!” you placed your hands on his shoulders to try and rip him off of her.

He leaned closer to her, “I’m going to kill you.”

“Spence, she's pregnant,” you hoped that reminding him of her pregnancy would also remind him of your own. “Spence, she's pregnant! Stop it!” You eventually pulled him off her. She was still against the wall coughing, he was panting near the door. You watched as he took one last look at Cat and walked out of the room. You looked back at Cat with apologetic eyes even though they were useless on her. You followed Spence out and received a phone call in the same moment.

You went to find Reid and give him the news. He was sitting on the floor in the hallway attaching you to the rest of the prison, “Richmond County police just reported a gas station explosion. One victim, a male. Whatever Lindsey did, we have to assume your mom's still alive.” You could see how alone he was. It wasn’t outward but similar to how he was a few weeks after Maeve died. “Hey,” you cooed as you went to sit next to him.

“I’m really scared this is who I am now,” he was still your husband no matter what.

“Please don’t say that,” you rested your hand on his knee.

“Y/N, you don't know…” his voice broke and he could barely talk.

“I do know,” you kept yourself strong for him. “I know two inmates, Frazier and Duerson, killed your friend Delgado in front of you. And I know they wanted you to move their heroin, and I also know that if you didn't, you would have been next, right? Spence, anyone in your spot would have done the same thing.”

His eyes showed you just how sad he is, “you wouldn't have.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I would have, Spence,” he looked at you with disbelief. “If someone was threatening my life, you bet your ass I would. It doesn't make you a bad person. 'Cause you know who does think like that, that... that in you doing what you had to do to survive somehow makes you a psychopath? She does. She does. She does. Because she... she knows.” The realization hit you hard, but it hit Reid harder.

“That's the secret,” his face immediately changed. He stood from where he was standing and started pacing. “What I don't want to admit about myself.”

“Hold up,” you wanted to make sure he thought everything out before making any brash decisions. “Let's play this out because she will not lose to you twice. She already said that this wasn't about the two of you being the same.”

“Then she's all about the game,” he started to bite his fingernails. “She thinks that I cheated last time because I lied about her dad, so it's integral to her that she beats me by following the rules.” 

“Yeah, but, Spence, she controls the rules, and she will change them to ensure that she wins.” “Which means that I'm locked in,” his voice was much calmer now. 

“Like she is,” you nodded.

“And she needs me locked in, playing by her rules a game I can't win, so she...I got it.” You watched as he ran back to the room. You followed him but stayed outside, in front of the glass. You called Emily and got her to stream the footage from the room. “You got this?” you asked. You watched as Spencer and Cat started to slow dance in the middle of the room. “Ok, uh, listen, you're gonna hear a lot of weird stuff, like Spence saying he is the father of Cat's baby. Don't let that distract you.” 

“Uh, I'm sorry,” you forgot that no one else knew Cat was pregnant. “Full stop. Why would Spence say he's the father of…”

“Quiet Garcia,” Emily demanded.

“You had eyes on me while I was in prison, didn't you?” Spencer’s voice was quiet but you were able to hear enough. 

“Spencie, don't ruin the moment,” Cat’s voice made you want to throw up. 

Spence’s face dropped, “I don't want to, but I'm on the clock. Answer my question. Am I right?”

“Yes, you're right. I wanted to make sure things were just as uncomfortable for you as they were for me.”

“That's what we missed, the inside man that's been helping them,” Luke sighed. “He didn't just work at Cat's prison, he worked at hers and Reid's.”

“Garcia,” Emily started, “look for any overlap.”

“Compiling now,” you heard Carcia typing away on her computer. “Here's something. Lionel Wilkins. He worked at both Mount Pleasant and the Millburn correctional facility.”

“Ok, look, this guy could have gotten her pregnant, but there's no way he could have gotten his hand on Reid's file,” Rossi explained.

“Well, not directly,” you started. “He could have called in a favor from a friend at the Bureau. So someone must have wanted to screw us this whole time. Someone who's not gonna work for the Bureau much longer.”

“Ok, Lionel Wilkins' primary residence is in Falls Church, but I also have a second address,” Garcia interjected. “It's a cabin off of the Rappahannock river.”

“The cabin is in Lindsey's zone based on the gas stations,” Emily added. “Helos are on the roof forming up. Let's go. Y/N, remember that Cat was probably manipulating Lindsey, call me when Reid starts talking about the pregnancy.” She hung up after that.

“They won't get there in time,” Cat sighed while playing with Reid’s watch. “They must be on their way, right? Your team is too good to wait around, but, you know me. I always have a contingency plan.”

“So, they're walking into a trap,” Spence said as he sat back down. 

“And the only way out is if you give me your phone and your guess, right now.” Cat held her hand out waiting for Reid to place it in her hands.

“When we first sat down, you said you were going to show me what kind of man I am. And you have.” This was when you knew you had to call Emily.

“Every time I touch this, you're getting warmer.” You held your phone to the glass so Lindsey could see exactly what was happening.

“At first I was furious because the secret had to be the baby inside you,” Spence was pacing around the room. “How could it be anything else? But then I realized that somehow, you knew I liked hurting those men. Now I know it's both things.”

“So which is it, Spence?” Cat was holding Spence’s phone in her hand. You watched as a single tear rolled down Cat’s cheek. “Come on. Don't fumble it now. You're at the one-yard line.”

“You're not pregnant with my child,”  Reid sat down in his chair. “You got pregnant with Wilkins to put me in as compromised a position as possible. But it should be mine. I wish it were mine. Because you and I... We deserve each other. That is the real secret.” The last part’s stung. You turned away from them as he was speaking. 

“Kill her,” Cat smiled as she gave the command to execute Reid’s mother. “Lindsey, I said…” 

“You bitch,” Lindsey sighed. “You're pregnant?” 

“Lindsey, sweetheart, it's complicated, ok?” Cat seemed so disgusted with how you were all able to double-cross her. You hung up knowing that Emily was getting information from Lindsey’s phone. Emily texted you an all-clear a few minutes later.

“We're clear,” you smiled as you entered the interrogation room again.

Spence turned to you “is my mom ok?” 

“Yeah,” you smiled. “She's fine.” Spence stood up and walked toward you and the door.

“We do deserve each other, by the way,” Cat smiled. “You guessed right.” 

“You lied, by the way,” Spence stopped in his tracks. “You were going to kill my mother regardless.”

“Yeah, I think you really liked hurting those men,” Cat’s smile made your gut twist. “And once you cross that line, you can't ever go back.”

Spence walked over to her, got on his knees and started to handcuff her, “watch me.”

***

The two of you rode in the elevator in silence. The only emotion you could read from him was happiness. He was reunited with his mom. The team decided you should leave them by themselves. You walked to your desk and closed your eyes. You started to fall asleep when Spence came to wake you up. He told you that Emily called a meeting. You pulled yourself out of your chair and made your way to the conference stopping before the door. You turned to Spencer, “I found a new song I want you to listen to.”

“What is it?” he smiled.

“Out Like a Light by The Honeysticks,” you yawned.

He pulled you closer and kissed you on your forehead, “I’ll listen to it.” The two of you walked into the room and joined your team. You were surprised to see Morgan standing next to Garcia and Prentiss. 

“I know we're all tired, but we might have a new lead on Mr. Scratch,” Emily started. 

“Somebody did a bang-up job of cloning my cell phone to send Morgan a fake text luring him to a non-existent safe house,” Garcia explained. “And whoever that somebody has mad skills.” 

“The kind of skills Scratch has?” you asked.

“Were you able to trace where the hack came from?” Luke added. 

Garcia turned to Morgan, “Do you see what I have to put up with?”

“Alvez, you'll always get a location with this one,” Morgan’s smile made you so elated. “You guys are all good to go.”

“Obviously Morgan can't come with us,” Prentiss explained. “He's a civilian now.” 

“We'll miss you out there,” Tara smiled, 

“I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it out there in the field with you guys,” Derek confided. “I think about it every day. But between my old friends and my new friends, you guys are gonna go out there, you're gonna handle your business, you're gonna make people feel safe, and then you're gonna come home. And that's all that matters.”

“Let's saddle up,” Prentiss instructed.

“Emily,” you gestured for her to meet you just outside the room. “Can I come with you guys?”

“Y/N,” she sighed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Scratch has been terrorizing me too, I want to see him caught.”

“Ok then,” Emily placed a hand on your shoulder as she walked away. You grabbed your FBI vest, kissed Spencer goodbye, and headed for the SUVs.

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Ride or Die ch.15 -Dead End

Colt's POV of chapter 15, when MC crashed her car

Colt x MC (Ellie)

Words: 3557

Warnings: NSFW

This was requested by @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction 

Colt had spent all day looking for Toby and Ximena, finally finding them and filling them in on what’s been happening. He told them about the plan Ellie came up with, capturing the Brotherhood on video.

“I’m hoping they’ll be too distracted by my attempting to catch them on camera that they won’t even notice there are others. “I bought a burner phone specifically for this, so it really doesn’t matter if anything happens to it.”

“Wow, that…could actually work.” Toby told him

A flash of pride rippled through Colt. That’s because my girl is smart.

  After telling them what they need to do, where they need to be, and at what time, they parted ways. I hope Ellie’s right and they pull through.

Colt rode his bike to a random small house in South Central, roaring into the quiet neighborhood, parking behind Ellie’s pink car.

Pink. She had to have pink. So noticeable, so girly girl, so…Ellie.

He gets off his bike and saunters over to where Ellie is standing with Logan. Fucking Logan.

“Is it done?” She asked

Cold nodded. “Green light. We’re just waiting for a call sometime tonight.”

“You’re sure?” Logan had his eyes narrowed, looking at Colt accusingly.

Anger bubbled up inside him. “Yes, I’m sure, you…”

“Guys, we’re on the same side, remember?” Ellie cut in, glaring at the both.

Colt sighed, running a hand through his hair. Fine.

Logan looked at her apologetically. “Let’s just get inside.”

Colt takes Ellie’s hand and holds her back as Logan walks ahead. “Hey, look…I stopped by the old garage earlier, to try to find some things. Anything, really, to remind me of my family’s legacy. And I found this. I guess my pop kept it from my first car. He had it in his desk. And now, well, no place for it on my bike, so…I figure you might as well have it, if you want.”

He hesitantly holds out a little cactus bobble head, complete with a mustache and sombrero. Please don’t laugh. I know it’s lame. I was a kid when I got it and thought it was cool. Something prickly just like me.

“Colt…thank you.” She smiled warmly at him, and butterflies erupted in his stomach.

He shrugged casually. “It’s nothing. Just a trinket, but…maybe it’ll bring you some luck.”

Taking her hand again, they follow Logan up to the door. He knocked, and a moment later the door swings open to reveal some food truck guy Colt had seen around every now and then.

“Logan! It’s been a minute, cuz.” He steps forward to give Logan a hug but stops short when he sees his expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we lay low out here for the day?” Logan asked.

“Course. Come in.”

The guy leads them inside. He takes in Ellie’s prom dress. “You wanna tell me what’s goin on?”

Mother fucker better not be checking her out ever again. I’ll forgive the dress, because it’s odd she’s still in it, but next time…

“The less you know, the better.” Logan informed.

“You at least gonna tell me who this dude is?” He points to Colt, and he fists his hands, agitated. Seriously?

“That’s Kaneko’s kid. And you remember Ellie.”

Kaneko’s kid?? I have a name!!!

“Colt.” He said flatly.

“Hey, Vaughn. Sorry for intruding.” Ellie shot him a Look, and he shrugged slightly. Whatever, it’s my name.

“Nah, it’s cool. Get comfy, change outta those threads…”

“Thanks. We’ve got some planning to do.”

“Well, hang on just one second. You can stay here, but I need something in return.”

Naturally

Logan’s face fell. “You do?”

Vaughn turns away, walking to the kitchen counter. “You might be my cousin, but nothing in life is free. You gotta do me a favor.”

“What?” Logan asked hesitantly.

“You gotta taste test my new dishes for my truck.” He turns back around with a tray of fresh, eclectic street food.

Logan grinned. “I think we can manage that just fine…”

Colt’s mouth immediately started watering, and as they discussed their plan, they scarfed down amazing food.

Hours later, the sun sets outside, and the showdown with the Brotherhood draws nearer. After planning every last detail of the night, the four of them are passing time half-watching TV in Vaughn’s living room.

Ellie keeps looking at the clock. Logan nudges her. “There’s nothing we can do but wait.”

Colt slid his eyes over to her. She looks just as nervous as I feel. I need an outlet. We both do.

Ellie gave a half smile. “I know, I just…I feel like I need to do something now. Get all this anxious energy out so it doesn’t distract me later.”

“I know how you feel.” Colt clenches and unclenches his fist, over and over and over again.

“You can lie down in my spare room for a bit, Ellie.” Vaughn offered.

Right. Mr. Nice Guy. No wonder Logan brought us here.

“Thanks, Vaughn. I think that’ll help.”

“We’ll get you when it’s time.” Logan assured.

She nods, the heads toward the hall, she pauses in the doorway, looking back at them. Colt catches her eye from across the room.

Come on, Ellie, bring me with you, I know exactly how to get out all our frustrations.

“Colt, could I talk to you for a minute?” She asked.

Yesssss. Shove it, Logan. She wants to fuck me, not you. I win.

Colt shrugs, not showing his excitement, and follows her down the hall to the bedroom. He closes the door behind them, then leans against it casually. “Did you actually want to talk, or…?”

“No.” Ellie wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a passionate kiss. He pulls back to smirk. “Not even dirty talk?”

“Colt!” She slaps his shoulder playfully, but then he captures her mouth with his. Their embrace is heated, insistent. He walks her back toward the bed, his hands running all over her body, under her clothes…

“Colt…”

He can feel his kisses make her dizzy, his touch alone sets her on fire. Something tells him they’re both barely on the edge of control.

This feeling…what is this feeling….it feels like…I can’t control myself around this woman, I need to consume her. She’s mine and I’m hers and this is forever.

“Ellie, what’re you doing to me?”

“Hopefully making you feel really, really good.”

He groans into her mouth, pulling her flush against his hard body. “Yes…Can you feel how good you make me feel?”

He thrusts his hips into her, letting her feel how hard he is. He wants to plunge his cock inside her. His lips travel down her neck, nipping and licking at her exposed skin. His hands slide under her sweatshirt, and she arches into him.

“Colt…take it off” She says breathlessly.

As you wish. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He quickly pulls her sweatshirt over her head, then unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down her hips, and she quickly shakes them off. He pulls her back into his arms, her bare skin rubbing against his still-clothed body.

“Not…fair…” She moans as he caresses every inch of her exposed skin.

He licked his lips, unable to stop the smile appearing on his lips. “If you want me outta my clothes, all you gotta do is ask.”

She tugs on his leather jacket, pulling it off one shoulder. “Off. Now.”

Colt pulls back to take off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room. “Better?”

“Much.”

The two of them settle back on the bed together. He pulls her in for another searing kiss, his body flush against hers. He squeezes her ass and knows exactly how he wants her.

“Don’t stop” She begged.

“Wasn’t planning to. Come here.” He nudges her onto all fours, facing away from him. He kisses her spine, making her shiver

“Colt stop teasing…”

“But I love when you moan my name.”  And now you’re gonna fucking scream it.

He glides his hands down to her hips with a featherlight touch, a whimper escaping her mouth, then guides himself into her tight, wet slit. He grunted as he began to thrust in and out of her, his need for her consuming them both as she puts a hand on the headboard to steady herself as he moves faster and faster.

“Colt..oh, god…”

So fucking tight. So fucking perfect, This body…I love this body, she feels so good wrapped around my dick. Where the fuck has she been my whole life?

He can no longer contain himself. He swivels his hips just so, pulling on her hair so she leans more backwards and together they fall apart. He shot his hot sperm into her as her sweet pussy drank it up, milking him completely. The two of them collapse on the bed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs.

She snuggled into his arms and he kissed the top of her head gently. After a few minutes, they caught their breaths.

“We’re gonna have to do this soon, aren’t we?” She whispered into his chest.

Colt runs his hands up and down her arm in a soothing pattern. “Whatever the Brotherhood throws at us, we’re ready.”

She flips over to face him. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

He runs his thumb over her cheek, gazing deep into her eyes. “Only if you promise me the same thing.”

I know you. You’re just like me. Both of us do what needs to be done.

She sighed. “…This whole plan is kinda stupid, isn’t it?”

He kisses her forehead. “Maybe, but it’s the best we’ve got.”

Logan knocks. “We got the call. We’re in. It’s go time.”

Colt kisses her one last time before getting up and pulling on his clothes. “I’ll let you get ready.” She just nods, and he leaves the room.

Joining Logan and Vaughn in the living room, both men were giving him death stares. Alright. Guess Logan told Vaughn I stole her away from him. Which I did, so…fuck off losers.

Steps sound in the hallway and they all look up to see her.

“Oh, damn.” Vaughn’s eyes were wide.

“I’m ready.” She announced.

“You sure look like it. Logan’s jaw was practically on the floor.

Colt eyes her ravenously, soaking in her appearance. He really likes the red leather coat. “I already feel better about our chances.” You look bangin’.

Logan tosses her her keys and she catches them out of the air. “Let’s go.” She pulls out her phone, powering it on for the first time in a while…and dial a number. She presses speakerphone, so they can all hear.

“9-1-1 emergency, what is your location?”

“My name is Ellie Wheeler. I want to turn myself in.” There’s silence on the other end for a moment.

“Alright, what is your location Miss Wheeler? We’ll send someone to come pick you up.”

“There’s only one person I’ll speak to. Detective Wheeler. Have him meet me at the Pacific Division station. I’ll be there soon.”

“Miss, if there’s…”

She hangs up the phone. “Clock’s running.”

They all walk outside to where her car is parked at the curb.

Logan grabs her hands. “You’re sure I can’t convince you to let me go in your place?”

She shook her head. “No. It has to be me.”

Logan’s shoulders slump a little. “I know…but a guy can hope. Just…if anything goes wrong, Ellie, look out for yourself. Run.”

Colt watches from a short distance, arms tensely folded. He just gives her a nod when she looks his way. Yes. Run, and I’ll find you to live out our lives. I promise, Ellie.

“Well. See you on the other side.” She gets into her car, shutting the door. Colt sees her put his old cactus on her dash and his heart feels like it’s going to explode of happiness…until she turns the engine on and drives out into the moonless night up the 405 toward Mar Vista.

His heart sinks as he climbs on his bike and heads for his location. Hardly any time passed when his earpiece went off, Ellie’s voice coming through.

“Logan? Colt? We’ve hooked them. They’re coming up fast in the cars we stole for them off the hauler truck.”

Logan’s voice sounds through next. “Already? Damn, they’re quicker than we thought.”

Colt narrows his eyes in frustration. “It’s too early! They’re gonna catch you before you get to the target! Step on it!”

“They’re almost on me!”

“You’re still a ways out. Hang on. I’ll be there as soon as I can!” Logan shouts into his Bluetooth.

Right. Knight in shining fucking armor. Ugh.

“Hurry up, Logan.” He spat out. “You better not let anything happen to her.”

“I got it, Colt.”

As Colt reaches his destination, he sees her rocket forward, the two cars that were at her side crashing into each other and sending debris flying.

Oh my god…my pop…he trusted her with a NOS system?? He taught her how to use it?? His heart ached at the realization of exactly how much his father cared for her and looked out for her…all because his son did.

Thanks pop. I had no idea. Thank you for keeping her safe.

She dodges another car back and forth across the lanes, barely staying out of reach.

“You’re almost there, Ellie!” He shouts into his speaker.

Come on, come on, you’re gonna make it! Just a couple more miles!

Colt whips out his burner phone and sets it up to record. He hears bare metal and looks back up, gasping. He felt like he was watching everything unfold in slow motion.

Ellie’s car stalls as her tire blows out, sending sparks flying against the pavement. Another car slams into her, sending her spinning.

“Ellie! Can you hear me? I’ll be there in a few seconds! One last go for old times’ sake?” Logan pleaded.

“One last go” It was barely a whisper, but Colt still heard it.

Ellie dodges hard to the side as Logan turns on his high beams directly in front of the Brotherhood cars.

“Ellie, go! I’ll catch up!”

“Hurry! You’re at the off-ramp!” Colt added.

She steps on the gas. “I’m almost there! I can make it…”

One of the cars in pursuit flies ahead of her and skids to a stop, blocking the exit ramp.

His heart began pounding erratically. This is looking…familiar.

Flashes of his father speeding towards the barricade and crashing his car to save the crew, to save him, swam through his head. He felt sick. She’s doing the same thing. Oh my god, please no.  

“Dammit! Okay, just stay on the freeway, Ellie!” He could hear his voice but it didn’t sound like his own. It sounded a bit higher, panicked…fearful.

“Colt, I have to get there! If I don’t, all of this was for nothing…” She argued

Colt shook his head violently, his breaths coming faster and his head starting to spin.  “There’s gotta be another way.”

“No. This is where I get off.” She said, fury and determination evident in her tone

She floors it straight towards the stopped car, while Colt fell to his knees, bile rising in his throat, shock overtaking him. No, no, no…NO!!!!! NOT AGAIN!!!! THIS CAN’T HAPPEN TO ME AGAIN!!!!

He screamed, yet there was no sound. He didn’t feel attached to his body anymore. He was with his father, whom he didn’t even think loved him and yet gave his life to keep him safe. He was with Ellie, whom he had found love himself and loved him back…and was about to give her life to keep him safe. And he was completely helpless to stop either one of them. For the very first time in his life, he was terrified of losing someone he loves. He never had to think about it before his father died.

Like a missile, she crashes into the car, knocking it aside.

“Ellie!” Logan cried.

Her airbag deploys as gravity abandons her. She goes airborne off the ramp, spinning like a top. She slams down on the pavement of a wide, empty lot fifteen feet down. Colt could practically feel the metal crumpling and denting, unable to handle the impact. Her momentum sends her rolling several times until finally coming to a rest on the car’s roof.

Colt gaped at the heavily damaged car, the glass broken and scattered in all directions.

Oh my god, Ellie, what did you do?? You can’t…I don’t believe…you have to be okay. You’re all I’ve got left

Slowly he realized he was shaking uncontrollably, the phone in his hands had already dropped to the ground, his face the only thing on the screen. He became vaguely aware of Logan’s voice in his ear.

“Ellie! Ellie, can you hear me?”

A weak cough responded. “yeah…I made it to the target”

Oh my god, she’s alive. She made it. She FUCKING MADE IT!!!! MY GIRL MADE IT!!!!

“That was absolutely insane!” He finally found his voice. SHE FUCKING MADE IT!!! SHE’S ALIVE!!!

“Colt, are you in position?”

Taking several deep breaths to slow his still racing heart, he answered. “Ready and waiting by the transformer box. They’re coming up on you now.”

“Okay…*cough*…make sure to get their faces on camera.”

But she sounds so weak. She must be hurt. No has that kind of accident without getting hurt. Not even someone as crazy as her.

Headlights approach and the cars stop, doors opening, masked figures approaching the destroyed car. One of them offers her a hand helps her crawl through the shattered glass.

Jason.

Jason’s helping her to her feet when Logan approaches. Jason draws a gun, putting the muzzle to Ellie’s temple just as Logan comes around the bend. He slams on the brakes, skidding to a stop ten feet away, bathing them in his headlights. Jason’s form casts a long shadow across the lot.

She survived the crash just to take a bullet to the head? I don’t think so. We’ve come too far. Time to end this. Without thinking, Colt started marching forward, ready to kill the Brotherhood. He’s blind with rage, not seeing the woman deftly approaching him.

“Nice phone.” She snarled, snatching it away and wrenching his arms behind his back in a hold.

“Thanks. It’s insured.” He snapped back. FUCK!!!

A walkie-talkie crackled at the woman’s side.

“Hester, it’s Shaw. You find Kaneko’s kid?”

“Bringing him in now.” The lady spoke back.

“I have a fucking name, and it’s not ‘Kaneko’s kid’.” Everyone calling me Kaneko’s kid. I’m not my father, and I never will be.

Crossing the lot, Hester pushes Colt along at gunpoint. “I really don’t care.” She replied, sounding bored. She calls out to Jason. “Caught him over there trying to film us on this.” She tosses Colt’s phone onto the ground and shoots it. It shatters and sparks.

“Trying to get us on tape, huh? Get us locked up? Oh, so close.” Jason teased menacingly.

 “Good thing we wore masks. You would’ve had nothing, anyway.” The Brotherhood then peel off their masks.

“But how…did you know?” Ellie asked, her voice feigning disbelief.

Jason smirked, shaking his head. “Ellie…come on…we tapped your phone. Duh. We’re the goddamn police. I thought you would’ve figured that out by now.” He laughed.

“We heard you call 911…we heard you tell Kaneko’s kid what to do, where to be.”

“Colt!” He couldn’t stop himself, the words just slipped out angrily.

Jason rolls his eyes and steps closer to Ellie, the barrel of his gun just inches away from her head. “It’s actually kind of tragic. I thought you would’ve made a good cop, Ellie…but I was wrong. A cop always needs to think one step ahead. And now…now your dad will never know what happened to you.” He aims the gun at her, his face neutral.

“You said you didn’t want to hurt her.”

Mona. Traitor. Never trusted her.

Jason frowned. “I didn’t. But she didn’t learn her lesson. You should know, Ellie, I take no pleasure in this. We really were never that different.”

A slow smile spread on Ellie’s face. “Oh, really? I think we are.”

“How’s that?”

“The difference between you and me? Well, for one, I’m not the dumbass who just walked right into a trap.”

She really is going to be okay. There’s that snarky tone I love so much. Colt let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.

“What is she talking about?” Wallace asks nervously.

Jason looks around, anxiousness spreading on his face. He looks far across the lot…to the façade of Mar Vista High, and the dozens of CCTV cameras on the streetlamps.

“Say cheese, asshole.” Logan grinned.

Jason’s eyes went wide. “No…”

Gotcha   “Go ahead. Wave to Toby and Ximena.”

Inside the school’s AV club, Ximena grins, her voice ringing loud and clear in the parking lot. “We got ‘em”

“In crystal clear high definition.” Toby agreed.

“Shaw…what just happened?” Hester’s voice raised a few octaves.

“I…”

“Always gotta stay one step ahead, isn’t that right, Jason?” Ellie asked sweetly, winking at Colt. He smiled at her before directing his gaze back at Jason and the other two members of the brotherhood.

That’s right asshole. No one messes with my crew.

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[alj4890]

Kiss prompt

(Thomas x Amanda) with the prompt: kissing scars either shortly or long after they've healed. Requested by @alleksa16

(Thomas Hunt x oc* Amanda) taken from the storyline And Then I Met You and the two one shots Would You Kindly Calm Me Down and Calm Before the Storm.

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Lovely Scars

Dr. Vaughn examined Amanda's wounds and smiled. "Everything has healed quite well."

Amanda grimaced and looked down at all the red scars. Some were puckered in places adding even more to their ugliness. Her skin had always been extremely pale and showed every imperfection. The scars from her injuries from the bombing incident in New York were even more noticeable.

They were repulsive, red jagged lines. Her shoulder possessed the longest one and the spot where she had pulled out a glass shard herself was the most puckered. She tried to pay attention to everything the doctor said about her body but all she could think of was that she had been given the all clear for sex.

It had been nearly three months since she and Thomas had been together sexually. He had not seen her naked since before the bombing. Amanda had purposely kept everything covered. How could she allow him to see her skin permanently disfigured by hideous scars when he worked with the most beautiful women on the planet?

She thanked the doctor and left the examining room. She finished checking out and walked into the waiting room. Thomas looked up from the novel he had brought along. He stood and followed her outside.

"How did it go?" He asked when they reached the car. He held her door open and then got in on his side.

She averted her eyes and lightly shrugged. "He said my wounds have healed and that I can resume all normal activity."

Thomas felt relief wash over him in hearing all was over. She was healed. His months of worry over her well being and sorrow seeing her in pain were finally at an end. He leaned over and kissed her softly. "We need to celebrate." He started the car and backed out of the parking space.

"Celebrate?" Amanda looked at him in surprise. "We don't have to."

He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "I think we do. I have you with me and I could not be more grateful for that. We have been given the best news I could hope for."

Amanda squeezed his hand. How could she refuse him when he was so sweet? "I suppose a night out would be nice."

Later that evening, she watched the rain steadily fall. "Are you sure you still want to go out?"

Thomas came downstairs and pulled his blazer on. "A little rain is not going to stop me from romancing my wife." He came up behind her and kissed her neck. His lips travled down near her shoulder. When his hand began to pull the material of her dress to the side to continue his path across her skin, she eased out of his arms. She managed to keep a flirty smile on her face.

"Then we should leave so that our date can begin."

He chuckled and took her to one of their favorite restaurants. They sat at a table off in a dark corner. Thomas held her hand and proceeded to sweep her continuously off her feet. Each glance, word, and touch weakened her defences. She picked at her food, appetite gone with her nerves on edge. She knew what would happen once they were home.

Amanda wondered how she could do this and keep him from seeing and feeling those areas. It was going to be difficult if she was to go by how things typically progressed in the bedroom. Thomas was very attentive and seemed to love to take his time with each part of her body. She would have to find a way to not let that happen.

He squeezed her hand and brought her from her anxious thoughts. She looked up and apologized. "Sorry. Lost in thought. What did you ask me?"

"I asked if you were ready to leave." She reluctantly nodded and picked up their umbrella. They walked outside and Thomas paused to kiss her. She moved closer to him under the umbrella, returning each caress. His hand brushed against one of her scars and she broke away from him abruptly.

"Amanda? What is it?" He asked in concern.

"I--nothing." She took his arm and attempted to pull him toward their car.

He stopped her and cupped her cheek. His thumb lightly caressed the soft skin near her lips. "Please talk to me."

Amanda looked down at the puddles rippling with raindrops and shook her head. "I'm just a little nervous. That's all. It has been a long time since we were together and I think that is why I am so jumpy." She forced another smile before walking with him.

Thomas doubted what she said but kept silent as they walked to the car. They drove home with the radio on and few words spoken. He watched her from the corner of his eye. She had her hands clasped tightly in her lap while maintaining a calm expression on her face.

She did her best to not shake once they were home. She smiled when he took her coat off and even remained in his arms as he started to kiss her. "I've missed you." He whispered against her lips. "I've missed being able to touch you like this." His hands slowly moved up her body to the zipper of her dress.

Amanda reached behind her and gently grabbed his hands. "Let's go upstairs." It was too bright in the living room with all the lamps on. She kept his hands in hers in case his passion caused him to suddenly act. They walked into the near pitch black room and she relaxed somewhat.

His lips captured hers before she could say anything. She let go of his hands and slid hers up his chest. He quickly unzipped her dress, causing it to fall to the floor, and touched the skin that was revealed. He reached blindly for the lamp as they moved toward the bed.

Amanda suddenly pulled away when the light came on. Without thought, she yanked the blanket up from the bed to cover herself. Thomas watched her in surprise. He ran a hand through his hair and took a step toward her and stopped when she backed away.

"Amanda? Do you--" He closed his eyes briefly for a moment. "Do you not want this? Are you not ready for us to... Forgive me for only thinking of myself. I should have talked to you. After all you went through, this was probably the last thing on your mind." He turned away from her, feeling like a boorish, sex starved idiot.

Amanda felt horrible for making him feel like she didn't want him. She sank down on the bed and called out to him when he turned to leave their room. "It isn't that. I do want this. I have missed making love to you. I--" She took a deep breath and finally said what she needed. "I only want the lights out while we do so."

Thomas' relief was eclipsed by her unexpected request. She had never cared before if the lights were on or not. He sat down across from her and reached for her hand. "Why do you want the lights out?"

Amanda nearly groaned in frustration. Why couldn't he be like other men and not hone in on every small detail? She just said sex was fine. Why couldn't he focus on that? "I--It is my scars." She admitted.

His brow furrowed with concern. "Do they still hurt?"

"No. I...Thomas, they look horrible." She said softly, her head dropping forward in shame. "I don't want you to see me until they fade away."

"Why?" He was still confused.

She looked up at him. Anger and pain reflected in her eyes. "You work with actresses that most women wished they looked like. It was bad enough knowing I can't compare before the bombing. Now that I actually have scars worthy of a horror film covering my left side, it is more than I can handle."

His eyes widened. He was at a loss for words. He reached for her while he tried to get his thoughts in order. "I haven't ever thought anything remotely close to that. Have I made you think it?" His worry over possibly giving her the idea he found any of the ones in his movies attractive made his hands drop. "Amanda? You know I am in love with you. That I desire only you. I haven't made you doubt that, have I?"

She shook her head and wiped at her frustrated tears. "You never have, but I would have to be a blind idiot not to notice how I can never compete with their perfection." She let out a deep sigh as she tried to stop the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Of course you can't compete!" He exclaimed. "There is NO competition to even compete in." His anger at her doubting her appeal made his words come out harshly. She cringed slightly, causing him to reach for her. He pulled her into his lap and waited patiently until she readjusted the blanket.

Thomas held her close and pressed his forehead against hers. He tried to control his voice as he attempted to speak again. "I love you more than anything. More than I even thought possible. I didn't fall in love with your body. I am and have always been attracted to you, but your heart. Your mind. You are what I want, what I desire. This body of yours, though it affects me like no other, merely holds the one I yearn for." He wiped her tears and softly brushed his lips against hers.

She was overcome with his words and said how much she loved him before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Her tongue slipped between his lips and he moaned as he let her take the lead in their actions.

Her touch and lips made all thoughts leave his mind. His clothes were soon on the floor with her dress. The blanket she kept between them was discarded as their lips and hands heated each other's skin. He paused when he saw the jagged scar along her shoulder. His lips became gentle as he pressed kisses across it.

Amanda closed her eyes and her hands slipped into his hair. He continued his tender caress to the four scars that marked her rib cage and stomach. She felt each kiss touch her heart as he poured his love for her into the action. He raised his head and caught her lips in another burst of passion. His breath was ragged when he broke away. "I love you, Beautiful."

"I love you too." Amanda's lips curved at his words. "Did you just use a pet name?"

He slowly nodded before kissing her again. "It fits you perfectly."

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[theartofbeinganerd]

Tonight, we have a fic that I wrote last year for Week 24 of 52 Prompts for 52 Weeks, which was “A story that ends on a cliffhanger”. It’s set between 2x11 and 2x12, and is obviously AU - and just a head’s up, I must’ve been feeling very Extra™ when I filled this particular prompt lmao

(Ao3)

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“So…” Skye started, clearing her throat and raising her voice to be heard over the rain pounding down on the top of the SUV. “Is anyone else getting horror movie vibes?”

Fitz leaned closer to the windshield, grimacing as he took in the looming castle on the cliff above them, windows darkened and half of its turrets crumbling after years of abandonment. “We’re p…uh…sure that HYDRA’s here?”

“No,” Simmons answered crisply from behind him, followed by the sound of her door opening. “But, it is an old HYDRA stronghold, and Coulson wants us to cover all of our bases.” With that, she climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her.

Skye turned to Fitz, her lips tugged down into a concerned frown, and he knew that she still felt horribly guilty that his promise to keep her secret had driven a wedge even further between him and Simmons, but Fitz just shrugged it off. After all, it’s not like they’d been anywhere close to repairing their friendship before Puerto Rico, so what did it matter that she hated him even more now?

Ignoring the twisting in his gut that told him that it mattered a lot, Fitz turned away from Skye, shoving open his door with a bit more force than was strictly necessary, yanking the hood of his jacket over his head before he stepped out onto the muddy ground. Simmons was waiting nearby, barely visible through the dark and the blinding downpour, though he just barely noticed that she was shivering, despite her own hooded jacket. 

For a brief moment, his hands automatically twitched toward her, wanting to take her in his arms and keep her warm and dry. But, then he clenched his hands into fists, his jaw tightening painfully as he reminded himself that right about now, she’d barely shake his hand, let alone allow him to embrace her.

Skye joined them a moment later, a flashlight in hand, though its beam of light hardly cut more than a few feet through the darkness surrounding them. “This op couldn’t have waited until the sun came up?” she grumbled, though it went without saying that nothing could wait when it came to HYDRA and getting a leg up on them.

“Remember, Skye,” Jemma started, her tone clinical in what he’d always called her ‘Doctor Voice’, “No matter what happens in there, you need to remain calm.”

Fitz could practically feel Skye’s frustration coming off of her in waves, but he wasn’t sure if it was caused by everyone’s constant pestering, or by the earthquake power itself. “Yeah, I know.” With that, she began leading the way up the hill to the castle, Fitz and Simmons trailing behind her.

A short (but awfully messy) walk later, they’d arrived at the huge front doors, and disconcertingly enough, they found them opened just a crack. “What are the chances this isn’t a…uh…”

“A trap?” Skye finished for him, and Fitz glanced over at her, though his gaze found Jemma instead, and he noticed that her mouth was hovering open, as though she’d been about to say something. However, a moment later, her mouth snapped shut. “Who knows, maybe everyone left in a hurry and forgot to shut the door?” Her tone was hopeful, but she knew as well as they did that the likelihood of that occurring was slim. “Well, regardless, we’ve got to go in. Watch your backs, guys.”

Skye pushed open one of the doors with her free hand, and Fitz winced at the ominous creaking that echoed around them. Once the door was open enough for them to slip inside, Skye led the way in, but they all froze when the door slammed shut behind them.

Spinning back around, Skye shone her flashlight on the now firmly closed doors, and grimaced at the sight. “Totally getting horror movie vibes,” she mumbled under her breath. However, a moment later, she shook it off and turned away, stepping further into the expansive front room. From what her light illuminated, it was clear that this place hadn’t been used in likely decades. There were spider webs covering every surface, enough dust that Fitz’s nose tickled just at the sight, and the walls were cracked and crumbling.

“Looks pretty well uh…” Grimacing, Fitz trailed off, absently twisting his hand as he sought out the right word. “Uh…” He let out a noise of frustration when it just wouldn’t come.

“Abandoned,” Simmons finished primly, not even bothering to glance at him as she took her own flashlight from her belt, clicked it on, and moved away from them, searching one of the hallways that led further into the castle. “Perhaps we should split up.”

“Oh no!” Skye rejected the idea immediately, her rejection so fierce that Simmons turned around in surprise. “That’s what someone always says before the killing starts! Splitting up is a bad, bad idea.”

Simmons’s face contorted into an expression of disbelief and annoyance, and she replied with a tired sigh, “This isn’t a movie, Skye, this is real life. Splitting up is the more practical option, and will allow us to search the castle and declare it clear much sooner so we can get back to base, where it’s safe for you. Frankly, I’m stunned that Coulson even allowed you on this mission.” Giving a firm nod as though it was the period at the end of her sentence, Simmons spun away from them and back toward her creepy hallway, declaring over her shoulder, “I’ll search this one. We’ll meet back here in a half hour.” And with that, she disappeared, swallowed up by the stifling darkness of the musty old castle.

For a moment, both Fitz and Skye stared blankly at where she’d been, but then Fitz cleared his throat and attempted to reassure Skye, “She didn’t…uh…she’s not…upset with you.” For it was him that had apparently done her wrong, him that had kept Skye’s powers a secret, him that had altered the balance of their friendship with his stupid deathbed confession –

But, none of that mattered anymore. It was in the past and there was no way to fix it, and he’d continue to tell himself that until he believed it.

“I know,” Skye replied shortly, her voice toneless, and Fitz knew it was a lie, because he knew that she blamed herself and assumed that meant that everyone else should as well. He’d tried to talk to her about it, tried to explain that just because she was different didn’t mean she had to be okay with everyone treating her differently, but she just wasn’t ready to hear it yet, and he understood. “Which hallway do you want? Hallway number one, or hallway number two?” She gestured to each with the beam of her flashlight, and Fitz grimaced at the mere idea of going down either one alone.

But, he was a SHIELD agent, and this was what they did, so he fumbled for his own flashlight, turning it on and heading for the hallways with a sigh. “I guess the first one.”

“See you in a half hour,” Skye called to him, just before she disappeared down the second hallway, leaving Fitz alone with the spiders and the darkness.

With a heavy sigh, Fitz began his trek down the hall, the light from his flashlight bouncing off of old, dusty portraits lining the wall. He recognized a few of them from when they’d studied HYDRA’s part in World War II in Vaughn’s History of SHIELD class back at the Academy, so he could only assume that they were all high-ranking members of HYDRA from way back when. He had a feeling that that didn’t bode well for him.

After some time, he came to the end of what had seemed like an endless hallway, and was surprised to find that it led into an expansive lab. Eyebrows arching in interest, he moved his flashlight about the room, highlighting the dated computers and other ancient technology. Still, he was sure that there had to be something of interest here, so he began reaching for a nearby switch that was likely the light switch.

“Don’t!”

The sudden voice cutting through the heavy silence caused him to jump, and he nearly dropped his flashlight in his shock. He whirled to face the source of the voice he knew so well, the beam of his flashlight landing on Simmons, standing on the other side of the room. She squinted, raising a hand to cover her eyes from the bright light, and Fitz quickly lowered it. “What are you…how did you…” He didn’t finish either question, but she seemed to get the gist of it.

“It seems all hallways lead to this room, and that makes me believe it was the sole purpose of this castle. Unsettling, to say the least. I’ve been attempting to find anything of importance, but it’s a bit hard when I have no idea of the security in place in case of intruders,” Simmons explained, heaving a sigh of obvious frustration.

“I might be able to…to uh, figure it out,” Fitz offered, shooting another cursory glance around the room. “It’s old, but…but it shouldn’t be too…um…hard.” With that, he headed for what seemed to be the main terminal, holding his flashlight aloft as he scanned the display. However, then he realized – it was all in German. “Oh.”

“Oh is right,” Simmons agreed, and Fitz froze when he realized that her voice was coming from right behind him. He could feel her presence mere inches away, could practically smell the familiar scent of her fruity shampoo. It was the closest she’d been to him in what felt like so long, and he fought a shudder. “Unless you’ve picked up speaking German as a new hobby, I don’t think we’ll be getting anything from here.”

“If I could just…get it open,” Fitz insisted, tapping the terminal as he spoke, “It’d be easy to…figure out.”

“We don’t have a way inside, Fitz,” Simmons reminded him, and he felt frustration of his own bubbling up.

“I bloody well know that, Simmons,” Fitz shot back, his shoulders tensing as he fought the urge to turn around and just have it out with her. “I was just saying –”

“Yes, I know what you were saying, and I agree that if we had a way inside, you’d be more than capable of understanding the workings of the system. But, as we don’t have a way inside –”

“Maybe we do.”

They both turned in surprise at the third voice, finding Skye just entering from another hallway into the lab. There was a tentative smile on her face, but she looked more worried than anything. Fitz was confused as to what she was referring to, but apparently Simmons wasn’t having the same problem, as she immediately disagreed, “No Skye. It’s too risky.”

Skye’s lips turned down into a frown, and Fitz glanced back and forth between them for a moment before it dawned on him. Abruptly, he turned back to Skye and asked in disbelief, “You think you could control it?”

Skye’s frown deepened, but she shrugged, taking a few hesitant steps in their direction. “Maybe. I don’t know. But, it’s worth a shot, right?”

“No, it’s not,” Simmons argued instantly, shaking her head. “You could cause this whole place to fall down on top of us!”

Skye’s mouth dropped open, and she looked as though she wanted to defend herself, but nothing came out of her mouth, so instead, Fitz turned to Simmons and said, “If Skye thinks she can do it…I trust her.”

Simmons whirled to face him, her expression one of pure incredulousness. “How can you possibly believe that she has that power under control, Fitz? She hasn’t practiced it at all, and she doesn’t even know where it comes from or what it means!”

“Because she’s my friend, and I trust my friends,” Fitz replied, his tone low and harsher than he’d intended. Simmons flinched a little at that, and she dropped her gaze from his as she released a sharp breath.

There was a long, tense moment of silence, but then Simmons stepped back, holding her hands up in defeat. “Fine, give it a try. But please, be careful.”

Skye nodded, stepping up beside Fitz and shooting him a grateful smile. “You should probably step back.”

Fitz gave her a small smile in return, reaching up to give her shoulder a supportive squeeze before he backed away to join Simmons near the back of the lab. They both watched in silence as Skye tucked away her flashlight, raising her hands and taking a deep breath. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the room began to shudder, the floor shaking beneath their feet, and Fitz noticed Simmons reaching out to steady herself on the wall. Plaster and dust began to fall from the ceiling, and the lab equipment was shuddering ominously.

Just as Fitz was about to call out to Skye that perhaps she should stop, it all cut off abruptly, followed by the sound of something heavy and metallic clanking to the hard floor. Skye spun to face them, panting and sweating, but grinning. “There you go,” she told him, gesturing to the now exposed terminal.

Fitz couldn’t help his own grin as he hurried back to join her. “You did great,” he assured her, giving her other squeeze on the shoulder before dropping down to get a look at the wiring. After that, he focused his energy and attention on figuring out the system, though he registered that Simmons and Skye were talking in low voices nearby. Neither sounded too happy, and he halfway thought about intervening, but then he froze when he came across something hidden in the back of the terminal. “Shit!” he cried, scrambling away from it, nearly falling onto his backside as he did so.

“What? What’s wrong?” Simmons demanded, hurrying to his side and absently helping him back to his feet.

“Rigged to blow,” Fitz explained, the words coming out a harsh exhale. “There’s a…a timer, something must’ve…set if off or…” He shook his head rapidly. “We need to get out, now.”

“Oh my god, it’s because of me, isn’t it?” Skye asked, her eyes going wide as she automatically took a step closer to the terminal.

“No time for that!” Fitz cried, grasping her arm and taking off for one of the hallways at a run.

Simmons’s shout stopped him. “We’ll never make it if we go that way!” she insisted, her narrowed eyes scanning the room. Then, abruptly, she dropped her flashlight, instead grabbing a stool and tossing it at one of the wide, frosted glass windows at the back of the room. The glass shattered, raining down on the lab floor, and Fitz could now see the pouring rain and streaks of lightening outside. Simmons gestured them over desperately, and they both practically shoved Skye through the broken window before he pushed Simmons out next.

Fitz scrambled through the window last, nearly stumbling and possibly twisting his ankle on his landing, but he didn’t have time to check, as Simmons was right there, dragging him away from the building due to blow in moments. There wasn’t any place to hide, no cover, and there was barely space to run, as they had about fifty feet before the ground suddenly dropped off into a cliff-edge.

In a split second, he’d made a decision, and threw himself in front of Simmons and Skye just as there was a thundering explosion. The castle was blown to bits, and Fitz felt the heat singeing his back moments before he felt the blow that threw him forward.

Just barely he managed to grasp the rocky cliff edge, his hands scrambling for purchase, and he could feel the jagged rocks slicing his skin, his bad hand trembling with the effort of holding on. But then, Simmons was there, gasping for breath, her hair a matted mess and her cheeks streaked with mud as her hands grasped his. And yet, she was still, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes upon.

“Just hold on,” she sobbed out, and Fitz was disconcerted to see tears dropping from her eyes, “Just hold on, I’m not going to let you go. Please Fitz, don’t do this to me again.”

Fitz winced, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder at the water miles below him, and had to admit this situation was quite…similar to the pod. But, it was also completely different – they were different. It didn’t feel that way, though, not with the way she was looking at him, the desperation and fear in her eyes, the pleading in her expression.

Then, he saw it. The struggle she was putting up to stay in place, the way she was sliding with the effort of holding up his weight, and he knew with absolute certainty that if she continued to hold him up, they’d both end up falling to their deaths. And despite everything, despite their distance and her leaving and the lies and everything that had happened to push them apart, Fitz knew that he’d still die for her. He’d do it in a heartbeat.

So, he took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and gave her a watery smile. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I…that I love you, that I…I still do, even though you don’t want me to. I’m sorry, Jemma.” She blinked a few times, gaping at him, but just then her knees skidded in the mud, and Fitz took that as his opportunity, releasing her hands and his weak grip on the cliff as she struggled to right herself.

“FITZ!”

#shayna writes #fsfic #fitzsimmons #shayna's one shot collection #season 2 au #cliffhanger #this was pretty fun to write tbh #definitely different from my other stuff

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K19 Hangar 18

                                  Aliens or something, I don’t know

General notes

          I always remember that this movie is K19 because it’s Hangar 18 and that for some reason strikes me as mildly funny. From the title I expected it to be about airplanes, but it’s actually about spaceships. Made in 1980, starring people from things. Nothing really to note about the episode. Everyone’s here for the whole thing this time, so let’s get a-rollin’.

 Prologue

Joel pops up from under the desk sounding like he hit his head.

No real intro this time, no Mads. Joel just tells us the name of the movie and we go straight into Movie Sign. Maybe they were pressed for time this week.

 Movie pt. 1

I can’t tell when the guys get into the theater because the version I’m watching is such bad quality. Any black backgrounds make it impossible to see the guys. Later on they started putting a slight filter on the movies to make the silhouettes stand out better.

At 3:22, Joel asks why made-for-TV movies always look different than normal movies. Tom informs him, correctly, that Hangar 18 was shown in theaters. Why is that, actually? It is related to how they’re shot? There’s even a difference in look between different types of TV shows, so I assume that’s why. Does anyone want to inform both me and 1989 Joel?

When the movie astronauts are checking switches and things on the space shuttle at 5:39, Crow asks Joel if he remembered to check their switches and things. Joel doesn’t answer. Several seconds later at 5:47, Servo asks him the same thing, and he says no. Servo seems slightly distressed but lets it be.

Crow’s comment about the movie satellite makes Tom/Josh laugh at 7:26.

Joel messes with the on-screen controls at 7:43, but again, you can barely see him.

Something about Crow’s incredulous tone at 9:10 is really funny.

When you can finally see them, Joel and bots look like they’re sitting closer together than usual.

At 9:54, Joel makes a joke about prune-flavored Tang, and Josh laughs mockingly at it.

So far this whole movie has been half black screens. VHS movie played on UHF TV x old VHS recording + YouTube upload = hard to see.

76° at 6:13, when the time and temperature come up at 12:46. Looks like the Twin Cities are making their way toward summer.

Tom calls commercial at 13:25, Jeopardy-style, and Joel commands it more forcefully at 13:31. They don’t fade out until 13:38, though.

Joel reads the setting caption at 13:47, and Crows remarks a bit petulantly that he can read.

Holy crap, those are big lights on that police car. Also, why does this guy have such a strong Southern accent when they’re in Arizona? And I’m already sick of these captions.

As they leave the theater, Crow says he wants a soda, as if that’s the reason they’re leaving. Servo says he wants some saltines.

 Host Segment 1

 Crow’s wiggly fidgeting is cute. He’s such a little kid in the first few seasons.

Joel tells Crow he’ll need to borrow some of his RAM chips later to increase computing power for some other part of the ship. He doesn’t explain which, but maybe it would be common knowledge for Crow. Apparently, a dangerous meteor shower that could puncture holes in the ship is heading their way, and somehow the extra RAM chips with help with that? Maybe he can use it to increase the ship’s shields (which may or may not exist), or maybe he needs it to calculate a course away from the meteors or something. By the way, is it still called a meteor shower if it’s in space?

The bots have been really into irritating Joel in the past few episodes, and the trend continues here with Crow asking “Why?” and “So?” to everything Joel says. At first he seems sincere, but it quickly becomes clear that he just wants a reaction. It’s not clear if Joel catches on, but either way, he continues patiently explaining.

I love it whenever the bots cuddle up to Joel. Crow seems to know it’s cute and is using to his advantage.

Joel mentions that if he dies from lack of oxygen, the bots with have no human to play Parcheesi with, and implies that always ends badly. Having seen how the bots get along when Joel’s not around, I can imagine how that goes.

Mid-morning pleasure stimulation? Okay…I mean, I’m sure that’s not weird but it sounds weird.

Crow finishes off the whole thing with the classic “Daddy, what’s Vietnam?” and laughs, telling Joel to lighten up. Joel does not think it’s funny and finally snaps. Joel’s interesting; he’s almost impossible to rile, but once riled, he’s got something of a temper. You can see it in segments like his attempted barbershop/soda fountain in Giant Gila Monster [402] and the end of Castle of Fu Manchu [323]. Here he actually tells Crow to go get his belt! I can’t tell if he’s really going to use it on Crow or if he’s just playing along with Crow’s game by being the angry dad. Hope it’s the latter.

Similarly, I can’t tell if Crow’s reaction is real or if he’s still just in little kid mode. Again, I hope the latter is true.

 Movie pt. 2

Crow is making sounds of pain as they come into the theater. Joel tells him to quiet down and Tom teases him and laughs about the ordeal. I guess he really did use the belt. That’s the not the right way to discipline your robot children, Joel.

He also seems to be fixing Crow’s arms or something. They are kinda flimsy.

At 29:57, Crow says something about a “safety seal” and Servo barks like a sea lion. Just made me laugh.

Joel says when he was in 4th grade, he had the same kind of biohazard suit from the movie at 30:31. I’d doubt it, but it’s not impossible, especially given that a) Joel’s weird and b) this show takes place in a version of reality where satellites, robots, and mad science are a pretty casual affair. So who knows? But Joel also says it didn’t have the big mask, so he might have just been talking about a regular raincoat. (Or maybe it was a joke, because riffing. But that’s no fun.)

30: 56- I love Crow’s straightforward approach to things, hahaha.

At 31:09, they’re talking about Meatloaf (the singer) and Crow mentions he likes ketchup on his meatloaf. It’s not related to the joke, but it makes me imagine tiny baby KTMA Crow trying to eat meatloaf at the table with his dysfunctional little arms, which is oddly adorable.

The aliens really do look like Uncle Fester…when the guys sing their version of the Addams Family song (at 36:43), you can hear all three of them snapping (well, at least two). The bots must be able to generate snapping noises.

At 39:20, Joel mentions “Joe Namath Netted Slingshot Briefs”, which become a running comment throughout the rest of the series, especially the Joel era. I’m not getting a picture for this one; I think the BVDs picture from the last entry was enough trauma for all of us.

Wow, mentions of Jackie Coogan and Tor Johnson back to back at 39:55. Little did they know then how many opportunities they would have to talk about Tor Johnson (so many episodes, including The Unearthly [320], Bride of the Monster [423], and The Beast of Yucca Flats [621]). By the time they got to Jackie Coogan (The Space Children [906]), though, none of these original three were there. Here’s a picture of Jackie Coogan for no reason.

Now this airport guy has like a half-Boston, half-Southern accent. Though it is in the southern half of the country, Arizona is not really The South, filmmakers.

At 44:49, Tom goes on making fun of the possibly-crazy airport guy for so long Crow mutters that Joel spanked the wrong bot. That prompts Servo to ask him how his “bot” is; Crow doesn’t respond. 

Crow makes a zing! joke at 45:22, and Joel tells him to “take the laugh” like Dr. F told Larry in the previous episode. Crow says it hurts when he laughs, which makes me wonder how badly Joel spanked him with that belt. Oof. Tom also mentions that load pan-emptying will hurt later. The more I hear about load pans, the more I don’t want to know the details.

As they leave the theater, Crow says he need to get a pillow for some unspecified part of him.

Host Segment 2

Joel attaches what he calls a coupling device to Crow’s head so they can look through his memory and decide what’s worth keeping.

The first memory in the list is “On”. I’m not totally sure what that means, but I’m assuming it’s a necessary function. Maybe it’s the code that allows him to turn on?

Crow knows how to play Heart and Soul? I’d like to see that.

Nobody wants to go through “load pan training” again. My earlier sentiment about load pans has not changed. I would also like to see Tom and Crow’s bunk beds. What do you think the membrane that Crow mentions is? Apparently it’s less pleasant than load pans.

Nobody wants to keep the King Family specials.

They don’t feel like keeping a bunch of Highlights magazines, STP commercials with Mario Andretti, every episode of Punky Brewster, Lyle Waggoner’s penile implant show (???), Joe Something-or-Other’s business school (I wonder if that’s a local thing), Robert Vaughn’s Helsinki Formula, Aaron Gray’s cellulite show, or George Hamilton’s skin care hour. They do, however, want to keep a still of that one Farah Fawcett poster. I won’t bother to put a picture of that here because you’ve probably already seen it.

Joel smiles when Crow makes his buzzer noises.

He asks Crow where he picked up these weird infomercials, and Crow tells him he fell asleep while watching TV23 one night. It sounds like the Brains thought their channel played too many infomercials.

Movie pt. 3

I guess stunt driving isn’t part of the training to become a government agent. Also looks like their car was a Pinto.

The Apache Plaza Joel mentions at 58:03 was local mall in St. Anthony that was damaged by a tornado and then snowmelt. River Place is another spot in Minneapolis.

At 58:43, Crow notes that aliens have nipples like Joel does, as a human. Joel says his are a little more ”pouty.” I don’t know what that means, but ew.

Ah, thank you, movie, for cutting away instead of showing them cutting into the alien, proving once again that you are better than City on Fire. But you can really stop telling us where we are every single time we change locations. If the time is important, fine, put that, but if you’re just moving between places we’ve already been several times, you don’t need to tell us again.

Time and temp pop up again at 1:02:09, 75° at 7:15.

Tom calls commercial at 1:03:12.

Crow makes a good point at 1:05:44- why did it take them so long to even try to figure out where the government was hiding the ship?

Hey, a swear bleep at 1:08:45. The guys react to it, obviously knowing they would have to cut it out for the episode. Servo proceeds to make some “ship” jokes.

You know, these government agents would be a lot less conspicuous if didn’t wear suits everywhere. Also, even if the brakes don’t work, wouldn’t the car, you know, slow down if he stopped pressing the gas? Cars don’t just maintain momentum forever even if they can’t stop. And I’m already predicting this whole petroleum plant thing is going to explode in firey ball of death, killing the new set of G-men, while the astronauts get away.

Wow, Crow makes the same guess at 1:11:28.

Well, I was sort of right. Crow was more right than I was.

Crow’s little “c’mon, c’mon” as they leave the theater is adorable.

 Host Segment 3

They’ve hooked Crow up to the coupling device again, and take a look at his first memory ever.

For some reason the memory isn’t from Crow’s point of view…Anyway, Joel sings a song while finishing Crow up, then whacks him lightly to turn him on. His first sound is a baby cry until Joel whacks him again. Joel tells him name and he asks why, and Joel tells him it stands for “Cybernetic Remotely Operated Woman.”

Current Crow is very surprised to find out he’s a woman, but seems to get over it very quickly.

Joel tells him he’s actually a hermaphrobot because he ran out of parts. Why would running out of parts mean that he had both- you know what, never mind. 

I guess being a woman or hermaphrobot turns Crow into a stressed mother.

But it’s actually a joke anyway ha ha ha, Joel made a fake memory to tease him. Joel tells him that he only made him in the first place so he could play that joke on him in the future. Harsh, man. Joel’s kind of a big jerk in this episode.

Movie pt. 4

 Hey, it’s the plot-relevant radio station, like Invention Exchange from Giant Gila Monster [402].

Crow makes another good point- will the people inside the spaceship survive? It didn’t get burnt up on re-entry when it landed, so maybe they will. OoooOOOOOoooo mystery….

At 1:34:31, Crow also makes a call-back to City on Fire [K16].

Oh, they did survive. Did the guys preview this movie, or are they just that eerily smart? Maybe one of them had seen it before in the past?

Conclusion

This segment is very short, just the guys mentioning that the fan club is almost up to 1,000 members, and showing off the fabulous demon dog that 1,000th member can win. They mention it’s from the opening credits. Demon dogs will show up again in the next season in The Robot vs. the Aztec Mummy [102].

Is Crow carrying something over his shoulder? I can’t tell what it is.

The credits cut off in this recording, so hopefully there was nothing terribly interesting or new.

Thoughts on the Movie

          Forgive me the unkindness, but his movie is full of mostly rather ugly people. And Darren McGavin looks like the general from The Iron Giant, and/or Tommy Lee Jones. Which makes sense because the general from the Iron Giant looks like Tommy Lee Jones. Beyond that, I don’t know how I feel about this one. It’s really not that bad, it’s just sort of dumb. I feel like it would have made a more interesting television series than a movie. It has some good moments, but it felt like it was trying to tell two different stories. The longer the movie went on, the more it seemed to lose its focus. On the other hand, I actually cared some when Lou died, which is more than I can say for a lot of movies, even non-MSTed ones. Ending was kinda stupid, though.

          The other main thing that kept bothering me was why the government kept letting the astronauts poke around and potentially muck up the their big cover-up. Why do they even let them out of D.C. or Houston or wherever they were? (I really should remember because of the excessive captioning.) Can’t the Feds just keep them where they are until they’re done lying about the U.F.O.? I mean, that doesn’t sound legal, but neither does tampering with and lying about important scientific information to keep people happy until the election, and they’re already doing that. Half the plot could have been avoided if they’d just been smart enough to stop Bancroft and Price from running around. I guess that’s why they didn’t. But that’s not a good enough reason to suspend my disbelief on that point.  

          Oh yeah, and then it gets into the tired old sci-fi trope of the aliens who are almost exactly like humans and trying to explain with actual science. I don’t have any real problem with human aliens in fiction (Superman, for example, has never bugged me), but when they try to pretend like it makes any sense, that’s where they always lose me. The whole “humans are descended from them” just doesn’t work for me. If the two species were able to breed, wouldn’t they have needed to be very similar to begin with? Then that brings us back to the parallel evolution thing, which makes very little sense in an attempt at hard sci-fi. So yeah, not quite a bad movie, just a mediocre one. It would probably make good material for a modern riff.

Review

          This one was alright. It seemed like they were a little distracted by a semi-watchable movie, so there wasn’t much riffing. I didn’t laugh a whole lot during this episode (favorite riff- Tom: Maybe they’re just a couple of yahoos from Arkansas.) The spots they did riff had a lot of energy, but they seemed to lose it as the movie went on. Maybe the movie wasn’t stupid or infuriating enough to keep them firing. That’s another good reason they wrote and practiced the riffing when they moved on to the wonderful world of cable.

           Not related to the review, but I have a question for my six or seven readers. I mentioned a lot more of my thoughts on the movie in the notes this time- is that annoying, or do you prefer it that way? I got back and forth about whether I should include that there. On the one hand, it’s part of the experience of watching and episode. On the other hand, it’s not really the purpose of this guide. I’ll do whatever works better for you guys, so let me know if you have a preference. Thanks!

#MST3K #KTMA #K19 #Hangar 18 #ACFGEG #This one was so much less of a slog than the last one

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MST3K: The Return: Thoughts

So, I finally finished Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Return on Netflix today. My thoughts are as such - And be warned, there be spoilers here.

Things I liked (essentially everything):

One of the things I was worried about most, the cast, is great. I've come to really like Jonah, I absolutely love Kinga and Max. Hampton Yount and Baron Vaughn do a great job as Crow and Servo (though I ultimately prefer Hampton/Crow, who sounds like a younger Trace). It was great seeing Pearl, Bobo, and Brain Guy again as well. I actually liked Growler and even kinda hope he sticks around. It'd be interesting to see a new Bot on the Satellite, interacting with the main three. We've gotten new hosts and Mads before, but never a new Bot. It could be an interesting dynamic. Heck, bring Waverly back, too. He could be the "Kenny" and be killed off by Servo and Crow every episode or so. The new Satellite is cool as are all the little details in the doorway sequence. It's a little too Robot Chicken-y for my tastes, but overall I like it. For a second I was worried about the new theme song: "Next Sunday A.D., there was a guy named Jonah, not too different from you and me, he worked at Gizmonic Institute, just another mug in a yellow jumpsuit"... I was worried they had just reused Joel's theme but replaced his name with Jonah's. I literally said "Oh thank you" out loud when I heard the "the distress call came in" section.

I really like that this seems to be a mash up, in-universe-wise, of the Joel and Mike eras of the show. Jonah is an employee of Gizmonic Institute, but Pearl, Brain Guy, Bobo, and the Observers factor in heavily as well. It's a nice touch and really helps bring the universe together. I mean, I know it's only MST3K and all, but still. The Skeleton Crew playing old MST3K songs for the 'commercial breaks.' This is a really cool tip of the hat to the show's musical history. I like that most of the original show's old running gags and catchphrases were present: "Rat Patrol, in color!" "Hikeeba!" "Watch out for snakes!" "They tampered in God's domain." I think the only one that didn't get used was "I'm huge!" and I might even be mistaken about that. I love the name "Reptilicus Metallicus." I can't believe they ended on a cliffhanger my God you can't just do that how am I supposed to wait for Season 12?!

Things I absolutely hate:

Gypsy's new voice. I knew Rebecca Hanson was taking over as her and I had no problem with that - Crow and Servo were getting new voice actors, so clearly Gypsy would as well. But whereas Hampton and Baron are doing the voices of the characters Crow T. Robot and Tom Servo, Rebecca is doing the exact opposite as Gypsy. Gone is her iconic, dopey, "sad cow" voice and instead she is given the blandest, "white woman-est," "soccer mom-est", most uninteresting voice possible. Why couldn't Rebecca just do Gypsy's voice? This is really the only thing about the new season that I cannot stand whatsoever.

Things that need a little work:

I like Gypsy's "ceiling mode," but I'd like it better if they alternated between that and regular standing Gypsy. She's supposed to be going around working on the ship, right? It'd make sense if sometimes she was down on the floor and sometimes she was up on the ceiling.

Servo's arms. Look, if they want to have Servo's arms function and be able to move and hold things, that's great. But part of Servo's charm was his silly useless dangling Slinky arms. But now his arms are always those stiff, unmoving silver ones. Unless they're filming a scene that specifically requires Servo to use his arms, they should always just use the Slinky arms by default.

All the A.D.D. shit going on in the theater. Look, I get it. MST has a budget now. But the original MST3K was hilarious and all they did was sit in the corner. Sure, every now and then there was the occasional sight gag - like the trio ducking if something shot towards the screen, or when Joel "grew" in Godzilla vs. Megalon, or that time Mike ran from the car in Final Justice - but those were few and far between and didn't happen twenty times per episode. Watching Servo fly around on screen, Gypsy come up and down with her basket, Crow climbing up on grape vines, and all the damn props Jonah and the Bots use, is just unfunny and distracting. I'm not here to watch shadow puppets, I'm here to listen to... puppets... in shadows... You know what I mean! The only time the "Servo flying around" thing was funny was when he pretended to lift the space rocket in Time Travelers. And while the drones in Avalanche were funny, it completely goes against Crow's and Servo's character - How many times while watching a movie did they wish for the main heroine to strip down? They'd hardly be the first ones in line to cover up female nudity. And what is with that damn basket Gypsy keeps bringing into and taking out of the theater?! It wasn't explained the first time she did it in Reptilicus and it isn't explained the last time she does it in At the Earth's Core. At first I thought it was part of her joke in Reptilicus, but then it kept happening in every episode. Does it serve a purpose? Why can't she come in without it? And why does she always have to appear at the start and end of the movie? Why can't she come in randomly at different times?

Whenever Joel, Mike, and the Bots wore costumes for host segments, they would often keep them in the theater and wear them while watching the next section of movie. Sadly, this tradition is not kept for this season. It would've been fun to see Raccoon Crow and Servo or Steampunk Crow and Servo in the theater. The Robot Roll Call. I like what they were going for visually, but I miss the Bots' names popping out. Obviously they wouldn't want to use the same big foam words on strings as before, but I wish they'd display their names in some fashion, like cartoony graphics popping up on screen or something. Also, I'm sad that they broke tradition and didn't keep Joel's voice for the Roll Call. Now, as much as I love the Skeleton Crew playing old MST3K songs, they only play the same six songs: Livin' in Deep 13, Creepy Girl, To Earth!, United Servo Academy Men's Chorus Hymn, The Canada Song, and Sidehackin'. All great choices, but good lord, only a small sample of MST's classic tunes. Where was Tubular Boobular Joy, Sodium, Where O Werewolf?, The Greatest Frank of All, Happy Upbeat Song, Tribute to Pants, Who Will I Kill?, Stay!, Idiot Control Now, or, heck, even the main Love Theme. As much as I love the song, by Episode 5 I was sick of hearing Livin' in Deep 13. Also, it was disappointing that for The Christmas That Almost Wasn't they only played (Let's Have) A Patrick Swayze Christmas and not Merry Christmas If That's OK. Ardy reporting to Kinga that parts of the movies kept spilling out felt like it was building up to something and then it never did. I like the idea of Synthia but she needs to be used more. We get no explanation as to why the Bots are back in space. Did Kinga bot-nap them? Did she build her own versions? Did they get bored of Earth and send themselves back into space? We have no clue. "It's just a show, you should really just relax," you may be saying, but even the original show would explain it when characters had major things happen to them. Imagine if the show never told us how Joel left, or how Mike arrived, or how Mike and the Bots returned from the edge of the universe.

Overall, despite a few hiccups that definitely need to be addressed, this is a very solid resurrection of everyone's favorite show about a man trapped in space with a bunch of robots making fun of cheesy movies. Here's hoping it's not too long before Season 12.

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Chapter One — “Rhysie”

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Rhys and Vaughn were the only ones in the Caravan. Rhys was the first to wake up. Looking dazed until his eyes fixated on Vaughn's out-cold body. He was slumped over on the table from the drinks they both had the last night. The sun was burning through the windows. Indicating it was morning. Rhys's head was pounding so hard, he swore he heard a thumping sound. "Ugh, jeez, what a night, aye bro"? Rhys shook Vaughn's arm. "Yo, Bro, wake up".

Vaughn shot up and looked both ways. Wondering what time it was and where he was. "Huh, huh, what, wh-Rhys holy shit! Dude"!

Rhys had that stupid drunk smile.

"Yeah man, was awesome. Fiona was there, Sasha was there. I swear they were staring blankly at us the whole time. Pretty sure they're drunk too. Probably throwing up. Can't hold their liquor like we can". He nudged Vaughn slightly. He turned over and threw up on the floor next to him.

"Yeah dude, totally".

Rhys looked over at Vaughn. "You alright man"?

Vaughn turned to look at Rhys and smiled with a small drop of barf on his goatee. "Y-yeah yeah, I'm good"!

Rhys cringed at it. "Uh, Vaughn y-ya gotta little uh um" Rhys circled around his chin area and then pointed at Vaughn's goatee. Vaughn took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped it. "Gross" Rhys thought.

"Ahahaaaa, Ohhh, Ahe, aye, that shit was funny as hell! You and your buddy were just chuggin' it down like it was water! Then, then you two were slurrin' your words like you two were on laughing gas or somethin'"!

Rhys looked at Jack. Giving that signature 'pouty mad face' face. "I loved every minute of it. And those babes, uh, goggle dreads and fancy hat? Yeah, they were lookin' at you both like two kids who seriously, did NOT know how to drink...they wouldn't be wrong though, if they said it y'kn--"

"Will you stop talking for one second"?!

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Oh c'mon pumpkin! You just woke up, I just woke up. I mean, don't you wanna talk about that shit show last night?! Jeeesus, you two just wouldn't stop at nothing! Not even to make out with those chicks! Nothin'! It's ok though. Y'know what, I'll take back the whole "Not knowin' how to drink" bit".

Rhys rolled his eyes.

"Sometimes you have to drink for the love of being ALIVE! 'Specially after all the shit you went through"!

Sasha kicked the door open, attempting to startle the two men. But ended up startling Vaughn out his chair.

"Fi! Tweetle Dork and Sir Shits-A-Lot are awaaake"!

Jack walked over to Rhys and cupped his ear.

"Y'know, you could have made out with her right? I wasn't kidding about that".

"What"?!

Rhys was left wide eyed. Sasha turned back to Rhys.

"Sir Shits-A-Lot......".

"That's not my name...".

"It's not, but to me, it is...deal with it".

"You must call anyone from Hyperion that huh".

"No, you're special". She winked. "Oh, and trust me...that nickname is probably the least disrespectful one I came up with...".

Fiona walked in and looked at both of them.

"You two were a friggin' mess last night. It was pretty damn funny though".

Rhys got up. "Ok, shut up". Fiona looked at Rhys irritatingly. There was a long pause.

"Well, that was fun, Yeah! It was nice seeing you guys. aaaand-"

Fiona put a hand up.

"Whoa, hold up there! Aren't you gunna show us your Atlas stuff"?

Vaughn looked up at Rhys. "Oh yeaaah dude! We gotta go see it"!

Rhys looked at both of them.

"Ok, Vaughn can but-"

Fiona and Sasha looked at Rhys and cringed. "Really? That's how it is? After all the crap we went through, to find a damn vault, JUST so you could take over Atlas, and wave your dick in the air because you feel like you've accomplished something"?!

"Heeey hey hey! Ok! I was planning on doing that anyways! Minus, the um, dick part but yeah! And for the record, I did accomplish something"!

"Oh yeah? Really? With what"!

"With the Vault treasure"!

"Sure! Right"!!!!

"Are you just yelling JUST to yell"?!!!

"Yeah I am"!!!!

"Well quit it"!!!!

Sasha put her hands out. "Will you both shut up! Thanks"!

Rhys held his forehead. "Ugh, this friggin' hangover..."!

"Shudda never drank too much ya idiot".

"Hooo man, you two should just get it on already"! "Rhys waved Jack away. "Hey, if you ever do, lemme take over, ah? She won't even know! Aaand, she'll think you're one thousand times better in bed than she would have ever thought you were"! Rhys started to get irritated. "Please! Please be quiet"!

Fiona walked over to Vaughn. She spotted his barf. "Uck! What the hell Vaughn"!

"Whaaaat! I couldn't hold it in"!

"Well you could have went outside to do that"!

"Sorry! I didn't have time"!

"Well, I am NOT cleaning that up"

Sasha came over. "Ew, that's actually going to stink if you just keep it here".

"Let his Bro clean it! Since they wanted to get saucy all night". Fiona tapped Rhys who was deliberately waving his hand. Fiona grabbed it. "Uh, Why are you waving your hand"?

"What"?!

"What's wrong with you?! Clean Vaughn's barf"!

Rhys looked disgusted. "No"!

"Yes"!

"No"!

"Yes"!

"Noooo"!

"Yeeees"!

Rhys angrily pouted at Fiona. "Ok, fine...".

He quickly took the hat from off of her head and scooped the barf off the floor and tossed it outside. "There! Done"! Fiona's face was frozen. Sasha had the "you REAAALLLY shouldn't have done that" face on.

"Ohhoho shit! Ya got major balls kiddo"!

(5 minutes later)

"WHAT THE HELL!!! HEY WHOA WHOA OK SORRY!! JEEZ YOU NEEDED A NEW HAT ANYWAYS"!!!!

Fiona was furiously driving the Caravan in each direction Rhys was running. Obviously trying to run him over. "Errugh! I should have let those skags skin you alive a long time ago"!!

"Fi! You're almost there!!! Go faster"!!

Vaughn was fumbling and trying to hold his balance. "Uh hey! Um Fiona! I think we can get you a new hat! Uh can you just--whoa!! Ok"!!!! Vaughn lost his balance and fell on the table.

Rhys ran all around the Pandoran desert until he was tired and the Caravan ran outta boast.

She got out the car and kicked Rhys down.

"Oohahahow! Hey c'mon Fiona! Can you just let it go already"?!

Fiona folded her arms. "Yeah, do you want me to? First, you'll take us, ALL of us to see your stupid Atlas stuff aand you'll get me another hat with YOUR money once we get back to Hollow Point".

"Deal". Rhys said panting. She helped Rhys up as she looked at her surroundings. "So, uh, now, we're lost. Thanks to Rhys because he was being a Jacksss". Sasha got out the car with Vaughn who looked like he was going to barf yet again. "Ok! Alright!  I was pushed into a table that almost broke my spine and all for a dumb, stupid hat! I really like my spine! I need it to move around Y'know! Do stuff yeah"!

"Fiona, Where's your hat"? Gortys looked shocked. Fiona looked at her with wide eyes. "Hi". Loader Bot greeted them. "I totally forgot you two were up there. I hope I didn't-"

"Oh no worries! Loader Bot and I were holding on as tight as possible! We were very worried about Rhys though....Rhys! Are you ok"?

Rhys waved his hand tiredly. "Yeah, I'm good".

"Good! I'm glad"!

"Ahahaaaa oh man, she kicked your ass! Aw, ugh! I wish I was still in my human body! Man! I would be filming that shit! Put it online! Hehee! and name it, uh, um Guy runs from Caravan....Na na na, no, maybe Hyperion vs. Pandoran showdown with a caravan? No, let's see um......Pandoran, no, Hat attack? ugh no, shit! This naming thing is so hard! Reminds me of that time I got that fucking Diamond horse, Butt Stallion! Man, miss that damn thing"!

Rhys turned his head quickly towards Jack. "All she did was kick me! That's it! How's that kicking my ass"?!

"Ohhh Jesus cupcake! Cantcha take a joke"?!

"Who the hell are you talking to Rhys"?! Sasha crossed her arms. "My, um...self"!

"Sure...yeah...right...the truth please! You always seem to be talking to someone"!

"Ok, I was talking to, Um, my conscience! Y'know, when you're lost......have you ever seen that Castaway movie?! The one with the soccer ball? Or was it a Volley ball?! Yeah"!

Vaughn interrupted "Must be that Pandoran air. Superstition says; you can turn psycho just by breathing it. It has this weird kind of color, and uh-"

"Well we have been breathing it since we were born. Yet, we're still sane..."

Rhys mumbled. "Well, when you're trying to kill someone over a hat heh, Y'know". Fiona slapped Rhys in the back of the head. "Shut up Moron. The only bad air to breathe was on Helios. I called it jerkoffigen".

"Hah, Jerkoffigen, soooo clever"!

"I rest my case"!

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