#the one i watched earlier had addison hello. they know what i want | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

alj4890 · 4 years

Text

Fluff Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x Oc*Amanda) babysitting as requested by @krsnlove

(Thomas Hunt x Amanda) drabble taken from the storyline Another Night, Another Dream

A/N A little ways into the future (again?) for this couple in this AU. The two are newly engaged at this point in time. (Promise to return to this series soon, M.)

@lxaah11 @alleksa16 @penguininapinktuxedo @stopforamoment @krsnlove @annekebbphotography @hopelessromantic1352 . @sunflowergirl05 @greywitchyshots @moodyvalentinestories @emceesynonymroll @my-heart-beats-for-ya @aworldoffandoms @ab1901 @flyawayboo @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @trappedinfandoms @kate-mckenzie

Masterlist

We're Watching What?

Nothing, Thomas realized, could kill his ardor faster than the words that had come from his fiancée's mouth.

"We're watching what now?" He asked, stepping out of the shower.

Amanda smiled at him in the mirror as she finished her makeup. "We will be watching Addison and Matt's baby this Saturday."

He wrapped a towel around his waist. All thoughts of encouraging his love to be late for their meeting with the wedding planner died a tragic death.

"I have never taken care of a child of any age, much less an infant."

"Neither have I." Amanda admitted. "According to Addison, Michael is a very well behaved baby."

Thomas leaned against the counter, folding his arms. "And why are we the lucky ones to have our weekend interrupted?"

"Because it is their wedding anniversary." She patiently explained. "And Addison did point out that this would be good practice for us."

"Practice?" His eyes widened. "Amanda, you're not--" he couldn't say the word.

"No!" She exclaimed, laughing. "I do not intend to get pregnant for a few years." She moved closer to him. "Breathe. You still have your freedom."

He grimaced. "It isn't that I haven't thought about us having children."

"I know." She kissed his cheek. "I also know that like me, you would like our first few years of marriage to be just us."

Thomas's lips curved at how well she knew him. He gently pulled her into his arms so that he could entice her with another kiss.

"You know we have to leave soon." Amanda reminded him when he unzipped her dress.

"Our planner deals with temperamental Hollywood types all the time." Thomas pressed his lips to her neck. "We'll pretend I feel entitled enough to not pay attention to clocks."

She laughed when he purposely tickled her ribs, causing her to escape into his bedroom.

Just where he wanted her.

***************

"We really appreciate this." Matt said, once more as he set up a playpen in Thomas's living room.

Amanda's eyes widened at everything the couple had brought for the five month old in her arms.

"Here's the swing." Addison set it down. "And I've brought a case of diapers along with two cans of formula, which you'll mix two ounces of water for every scoop. Michael usually drinks eight ounces every four to six hours."

She ran back out to the car for two diaper bags. "Outfits, wipes, toys, pacifiers, burping cloths..."

Thomas and Amanda listened to her go on and on with what she had packed.

"I think you should be good while we're gone." Matt reached out and took his son into his arms, making him giggle with a kiss to his forehead.

"We'll be back by ten." Addison added after she gave Michael a bunch of kisses on his cheeks.

"Ten?" Thomas glanced at his watch and saw it was barely noon.

Ten hours of babysitting.

"Thanks again!" Addison and Matt quickly made their escape.

Amanda looked down at the baby in her arms and slowly smiled. Michael looked up at her after tugging on her hair. His wide smile made her laugh.

"Isn't he a living doll?" Amanda asked.

Thomas tilted his head, studying the baby closely. He possessed chubby cheeks, quite a bit of dark brown hair, and clearly had his father's smile.

"I suppose he could be considered cute."

"A little help." Amanda winced when Michael yanked her hair even harder.

Thomas tried to untangle her hair from the tiny fist. "He has quite a grip."

Once he got the strands of hair free, she handed the baby over to him.

He held him as far out in front of him as he could. "Amanda? What-"

"I'll be back." She gently pushed the baby toward his chest. "I'm going to pull my hair up so that we don't have a repeat performance."

Michael babbled and squirmed once she went upstairs.

Thomas searched for a place to set him.

"What would you like to do?" He asked, turning the baby around to face him.

Thomas tried to put him in the swing his parents had claimed was a life saver, but Michael let out a frustrated grunt.

"No?" He pulled him back to his chest. "I suppose it does get dull sitting there."

Michael looked up at him, brow furrowed as he chewed on his little fist.

"How about this instead?" Thomas tried to set him down in his playpen.

That ended up being a definite no.

Amanda rushed out of the bedroom. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Thomas called out. "Michael is simply expressing his opinion on everything his parents brought over."

"Will you be alright a few more minutes?" Amanda held up her phone. "I need to return a call to Sir Francis."

"I believe so." Thomas set Michael down in a strange, soft foam seat. "How's that? Comfortable?"

Michael smiled up at him. He leaned over to the side to try and touch Thomas's shoes.

"My apologies. I should have found you something to do while sitting." Thomas searched through the diaper bags and found a rattle that was part stuffed blue puppy and part teething ring.

He handed it to the baby and waited to see what would happen.

Michael curled his fingers around it. Shook it once. Chewed on it for five seconds. Then threw it a few feet away.

He let out a loud grunt while trying to reach for it.

Thomas picked it up and handed it to him.

A breathless laugh escaped the baby's lips when he had it back in his hands. He then threw it once more.

The two went back and forth with this a few more times.

Amanda leaned over the banister to watch it all play out, smiling at how patient Thomas was being.

"Mr. Rodriguez," he held the rattle in front of the baby, "if you want the rattle you mustn't throw it."

His lips quirked with a smile when Michael took the rattle and gave it a few hard shakes, bouncing in his chair.

Thomas sat down in the floor across from him and searched for more toys.

"You seem to be a natural with babies." Amanda said once she rejoined them.

"They really aren't that difficult." He explained. "Once they are comfortable, they are quite reasonable."

****************

3 1/2 hours later...

"Do something!" Amanda cried out.

Michael continued to cry, drawing his little legs to his chest. Tears fell from his eyes.

"I've done everything I can think of!" Thomas shouted back. "Why don't you do something?!"

Amanda glared at him while pacing back and forth with the baby in her arms. She softly shushed him in between pleading with him to stop.

The couple had tried three different bottles and changed his still clean diaper five times.

This crying jag was a complete mystery.

Amanda tried to set him in his swing.

Michael fought sitting in it, crying even louder.

"I already tried that." Thomas reminded her.

She grit her teeth and put the baby back at her shoulder. "I know that!"

Thomas ran his hands over his face. "Why did you tell them we could watch him?"

"Now is not the time." She said in a sing song voice in the middle of humming in the hopes Michael would fall asleep.

"We know nothing about babies." He folded his arms. "Did you tell them that--"

"Stop talking." Amanda grit out.

"...you might be worse than I. At least I remember fragments of when my sister was a baby." Thomas continued.

"SHUT UP!" Amanda shouted at the man she had to remind herself she loved.

Michael stilled in her arms and looked up at her in shock.

She stared wide eyed at him, worried she had just scarred this infant for life by losing her temper.

The baby giggled.

Thomas didn't move, fearful it was nothing but a trick of his eardrums bursting.

Amanda slowly squatted low enough to reach his pacifier that was on the coffee table and carefully slipped it between his quiet lips.

He continued to smile around it as he rested his head against her shoulder. After two more turns around the room, his eyes drooped closed. A deep sigh was released and he was soon asleep.

Thomas took a step forward, causing the wood floor to creak. He immediately regretted such rash actions when Michael let out a long, irritated groan in his sleep.

The couple anxiously watched him.

He smiled in his sleep, nuzzling even closer to Amanda's chest.

"Now what do we do?" Amanda silently mouthed to Thomas.

He looked about for a place to put Michael and finally pointed toward the playpen.

It seemed like a long way to the padded bottom to try and lay a baby down.

Amanda frantically shook her head no. She couldn't do it. Way too risky. "I'll just hold him." She barely whispered.

Moving as slowly as she could, she tried to sink down on the couch.

Michael squirmed a little and nearly gave the two a heart attack.

Thomas released the breath he was holding once she was seated with the still sleeping baby.

Amanda mouthed for him to move a pillow to rest her arm on.

While doing as she asked, his phone rang.

Everyone jumped.

Michael blinked sleepily, lips firming in a frown that pushed his pacifier out.

"Thomas?!" Amanda whispered. All her earlier panic returned with a vengeance.

"I don't know where it is!" He whispered back.

The irritated moan came forth once more from the littlest person in the house.

"Hurry!" Amanda whispered.

He scoured the living room, holding it up once he lifted the box of diapers it was under.

"Hello." He said softly once he was in another room.

"How's everything going?" Matt asked.

"Michael is falling asleep as we speak." He replied.

"Hopefully he didn't give you two the fit he usually does us." Matt laughed while shaking his head. "He just started that recently."

"We got to witness his fighting performance earlier ." Thomas admitted.

"Sorry about that."

Thomas could hear Addison talking in the background.

"We'll call and check on him again in a little while." Matt told him. "Thanks again, Thomas."

He silenced his phone before returning to the living room.

Thomas stilled when he saw the expression on Amanda's face.

She was looking down at the now silent banshee in her arms. A smile unlike any he had seen before was on her lips.

It was powerful enough to put Thomas in a slightly alarmed frame of mind. It also had the ability to make him look forward to seeing that same smile directed at their own offspring.

He shuddered at the thought of the baby bug biting Amanda this early. Their wedding was still months away. Surely she wouldn't want to start on a family as soon as their vows were exchanged.

He crept up behind the couch to see what was holding her entire attention.

Michael was dreaming of something happy. He actually laughed in his sleep.

Amanda glanced up at Thomas and felt that warm flutter of feelings when she noticed the tender smile form on his face as he looked at the bundle in her arms.

Her mind went over the events of the last few hours. It had revealed something she had wondered about for a while now.

Thomas leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek, quietly asked if he could get her anything, then sat down in a chair nearby with a book.

Her gaze remained on him a few moments more before returning to the baby in her arms.

Thanks to Addison's prompting, Amanda now knew that Thomas would be a wonderful father to their children.

She had yet another reason to look forward to the beginning of their life together.

#choices red carpet diaries #Thomas Hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #thomas hunt x oc #rcd thomas hunt #fluff prompts

14 notes · View notes

hollywooduniversityalumnus · 3 years

Text

2. where are you now when i need you most?

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

Crew members wrapping for the day spilled out of the open-doored set of Love is Everywhere when she arrived. In lieu of the typical mid-morning lecture for Hollywood 101, the professor had arranged for a special off-campus field trip that evening to a studio warehouse for a tour with one of the producers. When he had announced it, Professor Hunt had emphasized the importance of arriving on time with a particularly snide side-eye at her, so to play it safe, she had shown up even earlier than he had asked of the class. Finding the doorway he had specified for them to wait nearby, she leaned against the adjacent wall, glanced at the time on her phone, and let out a heavy sigh.

It had been weeks since the masquerade, and that side-eye had been the only time he had dared to acknowledge her existence. But, to be fair, she hadn’t given him much to work with; her proclivity for exchanging quick-witted barbs and snark with him had all but vanished, something that had all her friends, but especially Addison, worried.

Margot’s phone rang, making her jump, the sudden movement startling one of the people exiting the warehouse with a big roll of fabric in their arms. Mouthing apologies, she rounded the corner and put the phone to her ear.

“Keep your phone on you,” Ethan Blake instructed. She could tell without seeing him that he was in full agent mode – his professional voice was different than his speaking voice – so she bit her tongue from making a sarcastic remark. “This is going to be huge. Huge.”

“What is?” she asked.

Ethan sounded like he was smiling, which made his professional voice sound a little less so. “That tape you sent in a few weeks ago has captured the attentions of a certain rising director and his casting director currently looking to hire for a highly anticipated art house horror film.”

Her heart leapt in her throat. “Ethan.”

“I know. Keep your phone on you,” he said. “Even if you have to wrestle with alligators, even if you have to punch Masika in the face, whatever it takes, just keep that phone on you. This could be It. The golden egg. The golden goose. The-”

“Have you been watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory again?”

Her agent’s voice went from professional to sheepish. “Perhaps.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll take no more of your time. Keep that phone on and on you. Call me as soon as you hear anything. And I mean anything.”

Once she hung up, she headed back to the doorway to find a handful of her classmates idling around. Beside the doorway, the professor and a man, presumably the producer giving the tour, stood. The man, upon seeing her, held out a light brown wicker basket.

“No phones allowed on set,” he called out.

Her eyes flickered to Professor Hunt’s, who immediately focused his attention elsewhere.

Subtle.

“Actually, I have a call I’m waiting for,” she said. “It’s really urgent. Would you mind if-”

“No exceptions,” Professor Hunt emphasized. “Phone. Now.”

Margot shook her head. “I may be getting a job offer. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

This piqued the producer’s interest. Lowering the basket to his side, he asked, “May I ask what offer you might be receiving?”

She felt Professor Hunt’s gaze burning a hole in her forehead, but she kept her attention firmly on the producer. She was not unaware that her classmates had begun listening in, apparently eager to see if she would finally stir the pot after weeks of being curiously silent.

“With all due respect, sir, I’d rather not disclose that information just yet. Don’t want to count my chickens before they hatch,” she said.

The producer looked her over for a moment. “Understandable. Just keep your phone on vibrate, and step away from the group if that call comes, okay?”

She nodded.

Turning away, she made a point to immerse herself within the growing crowd of classmates gathered by the door a little way from the two older men. Addison and a few other people whose varying projects she had helped with immediately absorbed her into their conversations.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

At precisely six p.m., the professor stepped before the doorway and clapped his hands once. That was all he had to do to command their attention. All conversations ceased and the class – minus a handful of students who would be dealt with later – focused on their stern professor and his producer friend.

“Listen up, everyone. We’re fortunate the producer, Jaxson Mitchell, is giving us this opportunity. That means you will behave in a way that reflects well on the university, no exceptions.”

Margot felt his gaze burning another hole in her forehead.

The tour began earnestly, with Jaxson taking the class through several of the smaller sets that had been erected in the studio warehouse for use within the next few days. Some of the sets looked like showcase rooms in furniture stores, but with a wall missing for viewing purposes. A few of the sets, like the ornate dining room that was to be used for an important monologue, were completely enclosed for the night, and they were allowed a brief peek into them before moving on.

She was keenly aware of her phone waiting in her pocket, silent and intimidating. Though she was enjoying the tour and the amusing anecdotes that Jaxson shared, she was desperately willing for the phone to ring.

“Here’s part of the ballroom set. We’re still working on it, but as you can see, its marble pillars and glazed tile flooring will help add a sense of extravagance to the climactic scene we’ll be filming in here,” Jaxson explained.

She looked at the ballroom set and felt her stomach twist. It was beautiful, albeit unfurnished and unfinished, and it reminded her far too much of the night she was hoping not to think of.

She didn’t dare glance up to Hunt to see if he was having any similar reaction to the ballroom set. He probably was as unaffected as usual.

At long last, the tour came to a close. As they all gathered by the doorway from which they had entered, Jaxson weaved through the class, handing back the phones. Once reunited, Jenni Whitman gave hers a kiss on the back of her glittery phone case. She chuckled to herself, then felt her whole body freeze up at the feeling of her phone vibrating urgently in her dress pocket.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

Stepping back into the warehouse, away from the din of chattering classmates, she clapped one hand over her free ear and answered her phone. “Hello?”

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

As he ticked off the attendance sheet on the clipboard in his hand, Professor Hunt tutted under his breath at the names of the no-shows who would be getting a very stern warning from him in the near future. Bianca Stone, of course, was one of them, but her father kept so many people in his pocket that any misconduct she did was waved off with little more than a slap on the wrist and, at worse, a ten-page essay that was more of a punishment for him to read and mark than it was for her to write (and he suspected it wasn’t even her writing it).

“What a nice bunch of students you have, Tommy,” Jaxson said, coming to stand beside him. “So polite. I can’t say I approve of how . . . attached some of them are to their devices, but that can’t be helped, eh?”

“Oh, Miss Whitman has a serious problem,” he said, setting the clipboard down. “God forbid she and her purchased social media following be parted for more than an hour.”

Jaxson laughed. “Cold as ever.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s been good seeing you.”

“And you as well. Thank you once again for allowing us onto the set,” Professor Hunt said. “Reminded me of old times.”

Jaxson smirked. “Any chance of there being any ‘new’ times?”

Professor Hunt cocked his head to the side. “I don’t believe so. Too much to critique, so many to teach.”

Jaxson nodded solemnly. Then he lifted his gaze past Hunt and into the warehouse. “Like her, for example.”

Hunt didn’t really need to turn his head to see who Jaxson was talking about, but he did so reflexively.

Miss Schuyler stood further into the hallway separating the sets, her phone clamped to her ear as though it was the only thing providing her life. Her elated expression betrayed her; she was clearly hearing something she liked.

“What’s that smile for?”

Hunt looked at Jaxson. “What?”

“That smile.” Jaxson was genuinely curious. “I’ve not seen a smile on you in ages.”

“You haven’t seen me in ages, either,” Hunt rebutted. “And it wasn’t a smile.”

Jaxson laughed. “It’s okay, Tommy, I get it. It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Seeing one of your students spread their wings and fly.” Jaxson nudged him. “C’mon, man, don’t tell me you’re not happy for her. She must’ve gotten that offer.”

“She gets a lot of offers,” Hunt said evenly. He wasn’t wrong; within a month of her attending Hollywood U, she had managed to procure key roles for projects with pop star and wild child Lisa Valentine, action film star Chris Winters, and several other celebrities who had all found her work satisfactory or better.

“All the more reason to celebrate,” Jaxson said. “But look, I’ve just got to pop over to my car real quick with some materials, and then I’ll be back to get the doors locked for the night. Do you mind getting your student? I won’t be long; I’ve still got to stop at the grocery store.”

Hunt nodded.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

“Thank you again, Mr. Cattrall. I look forward to working with you. It’s actually somewhat of a career goal for me,” she said. “It’s an honour.”

The velvety voice of the director she would soon be meeting for a table read for his newest film sounded pleased. “Well, then I hope I live up to your expectations.”

Upon hanging up, she felt all feeling returning to her body, beginning from her unwavering, wide smile that was beginning to hurt her cheeks. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her lungs rapidly filling and emptying, as she looked deep into the warehouse and let out a small burst of laughter at what had just transpired.

She was going to be in a Cattrall. A Cattrall! The Spielberg of art house films, he had burst onto the scene with riveting dramas and unsettling experimental horror films and had already won the Cannes Film Festival’s Grand Prix.

And he wanted her.

Still numb, but fizzing over with excitement, Margot did a little spin and promptly bumped into another body, which knocked her off-kilter.

“Sorry, I-” She looked up to find the man she had temporarily forgotten about.

Well, that was a nice five minutes while it lasted, she thought.

“Miss Schuyler. While I assume congratulations are in order, I believe we’ll have to make them outside,” Hunt said briskly. “This set is officially closed.”

“Right, sorry,” she said. “It’s just – I’m so happy.”

Margot heard herself say it and immediately cringed. It sounded so childish, as if she was amused by everything, like finding a dime on the ground.

“And what exactly has you so happy?” he asked. “A soap opera cameo? Dancer number three in a music video?”

Without thinking, she replied, “I don’t like to reveal all my secrets just yet, professor.”

They both froze in place as the memory washed over them, a crashing wave that knocked them both off kilter.

And then he was dragging her by the elbow to the first open doorway he saw on the set, which was, ironically, the ballroom set that had yet to be finished. Before she could open her mouth, he began speaking harshly in low tones.

“That night didn’t happen, do you understand? I’ve already said everything that needs to be said. Our circumstances haven’t changed. Nothing’s changed. I don’t know what you think is going to happen, but-”

They both froze again upon hearing the loud screech that interrupted his diatribe. Pushing past her, Hunt stepped away just in time to see the giant doors of the warehouse swing shut.

“Hey! Wait! We’re in here!” she cried from behind him.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

All but running to the door, he pulled at the handle desperately, but the cold metal refused to budge.

“Let us out, you idiot!” Hunt yelled.

But it was no use. Jaxson had swiftly locked up and gone, as quick and precise as he was when he used to work for Hunt. Except, clearly, he didn’t bother to check the set one last time to confirm that absolutely no one was present. He would have to talk to him about that later.

And then Hunt sighed.

No, he wouldn’t, because Jaxson had asked him to get his student out of there. Upon seeing the presumably empty set, he had assumed that the director and his student were well on their way. No fault but his own for pulling them away for privacy.

“Oh, great,” he muttered, turning to lean against the door. “Now I’m stuck with you for who knows how long on the set of this idiotic romance film.”

Petulant as always, Miss Schuyler narrowed her eyes. “There are worse ways to spend a night.”

“I assure you, there are not,” he bit back. “Let’s just find a way out as quickly as possible. I don’t want to have to deal with you.”

Logically, the back of the warehouse would have an emergency exit. With that in mind, he began walking, weaving around miscellaneous props and tables to get as much space between her and him as possible.

From behind him, she called out, “No offense taken, in case you were wondering. Assuming you actually have emotions, or a heart at all.”

You would know, wouldn’t you? he thought bitterly.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

“Unbelievable. This is clearly a fire code violation. I’ll be drafting a strongly-worded email as soon as we get out of here.”

“If we get out of here.”

“We are not going to die in here. But someone will pay for this.”

The back of the building was glaringly bereft of exits, emergency or otherwise. As soon as Hunt had realized this, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, trying his hardest not to feel panicked at the low percentage of his battery.

Searching through his contacts list, he called Jaxson, but didn’t get an answer. He waited a minute and tried again, but to no avail.

Hm. Would Marianne still be at Faux Pas? he wondered, thinking of his magazine editor friend who was in town overseeing a shoot. This warehouse would be a bit of a detour from her drive home, but she did say she’d do anything for me.

No answer from her, either.

He huffed.

“No luck, huh?”

He turned to find her sitting on a prop chair, watching him with great interest. He rolled his eyes.

“Just look for a way out,” he snapped.

She stood, brushing off the skirt of her dress. “Prof- Hunt. Can we at least talk to each other like regular people instead of constantly being at each other’s throats? That’s going to get old fast if we’re stuck here for the night.”

He ignored that. “Perhaps there’s a side exit I missed.” He sped up his walking and felt dismayed to hear her shoes clicking against the floor as she followed.

“Who could blame a professor and student for talking when they’re accidentally locked on a set together? And we have to talk about . . . that night. Why can’t we?”

“It’s not about blame, it’s just-”

Seeing the handle jutting out from the wall made him feel relieved. But, upon pulling it and having the weak wooden door that had been propped against the wall almost fall on him, he began to lose hope that they weren’t getting out.

“Damn it!” he shouted to the fake door. And then a string of curse words that he usually wouldn’t dare to speak in front of a student, or really outside of his small circle of friends, but he didn’t feel dignified enough to stop himself.

They really were locked in for the night. And of all the rotten luck, it had to be them.

Behind him, she let out a long exhale. Then-

“Are you going to talk to me now?” Miss Schuyler asked.

His jaw clenched. “No. Not about that.”

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

The lights shut off ten minutes later.

By then, Hunt had firmly seated himself in a chair by the only doorway, rifling through his contacts list for anyone who might be able to help them on short notice. He had managed to find a signal strong enough to send a few emails, one of which was a particularly strongly-worded note about the warehouse’s glaring lack of emergency exits to Jaxson and several of the studio’s warehouse managers, but as it was well past nine o’clock on a Friday, the chances of anyone answering before sunrise were slim.

In the only other chair they could find, the one she had been perched in earlier, Margot sat shivering in the cold air of the warehouse. She had not dressed like someone who had anticipated such a predicament, with no sweater or jacket to be seen. But she had pride, and she didn’t want to ask for his jacket, nor did she believe he would give it to her.

Her phone stayed in her pocket, brightness cranked to its lowest setting and on battery-saving mode. She was sure he was draining his phone battery with all the calls and emails. She didn’t want them entirely without means to contact anyone, and it seemed pointless to try when his attempts were failing. She silently thanked the universe for letting her have what must have been the last good signal to receive her call from Penn Cattrall.

When they were suddenly thrust into darkness, Hunt let out another swear word, one that made her smile despite herself. It was so strange and alien hearing him swear, like hearing Mr. Rogers or a Sesame Street character cuss out a kid or something.

And then he fell silent, and the whole warehouse was silent, and the shivers running up her spine were not just from the cold.

Margot sniffled. “Hunt?”

No reply.

The sound of shuffling, somewhere a little ways away, or perhaps closer. It was hard to tell.

“Can you say something please?” She hugged herself pathetically, feeling tears spring to her eyes as they failed to adjust to their pitch-black surroundings. “This really sucks.”

More shuffling. The sound of impact. Another swear word, murmured so low she wondered if she had heard him think it.

Then nothing.

The silence stretched on, broken only occasionally by the sound of scratching so faint that she wondered if her mind was making it up.

Tears slid down her cheeks. She was a grown-ass woman, but as the darkness swallowed her up, she felt dizzy, weak, like the child she once was, waiting, waiting . . .

Her stomach rumbled, and she instinctively curled up on the chair, knees to her chin.

It’s okay, she told herself. He’s still here. Somebody’s still here.

“Please, Thomas,” Margot whispered.

And then a brilliant spark broke through the darkness, living for one beautiful moment before extinguishing on the concrete.

And then another.

And another.

And then-

“Got it.” Hunt’s voice was a balm to her nerves. “Now, where are those candles I saw?” As he rifled around, bumping into things, she squinted at the little flame on the tip of the match he held, desperate to see anything – an eye, a cheekbone, his chin – to confirm that he was really there, and it wasn’t a hallucination. The flame was too small to make out any of his features, but its existence was enough.

She watched from her chair as he touched the flame to the wicks of several jarred candles he managed to find on a nearby table. As the candles began to melt, strong scents began dispersing into the room, clashing with one another in a way that made her feel dizzy, like after passing around one of Crash’s “Satanic cigarettes” after a night on the town. Cinnamon and spice, something tree-like, pumpkin pie . . .

Her stomach growled, loud enough for him to hear.

“Stay there,” he said, picking up one of the smaller candles. In the dim light she could see the sharp shadow of his jawline. “I’ll see if they left any catering.”

“Okay.” Her voice was hoarse.

He seemed to pause then. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just – let’s hope they have something. I didn’t really eat dinner.” She offered him a smile that was lost to the darkness.

She heard his footsteps recede, and his dim light faded into the darkness. Once she felt she was alone, she rested her chin on her knees again, squeezing her eyes shut as a few more tears pricked at them.

It’s okay. He’s still here. Somebody’s still here.

You’re not alone.

Margot took a deep breath of pine and citrus air and repeated it to herself until she heard his return.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

He had never sworn so much in one night.

As his hip met the jutting corner of a table, Hunt found himself directing his exclamation of pain to the floor. Gasping, he leaned against the table for a moment to breathe and mutter a few more curses before continuing on his venture into the blackness.

All sense of dignity and professionalism had gone once that stupid fake door had almost knocked him down, and once the power went out, he felt his sanity slipping away like granules of sand through a sieve.

That is, until he heard her cry.

How weak Miss Schuyler’s voice had sounded, speaking desperately into the darkness as though he had somehow disappeared into it, leaving her beside herself, cold and scared. He had briefly considered giving her the silent treatment, but upon hearing that, he had shrugged off his jacket and was prepared to make the potentially treacherous journey of heading over to her chair to give it to her when his mind cried out to him, reminding him of the box of matches he’d confiscated from Spencer Yamaguchi a day earlier. What that boy, aptly nicknamed Crash, had planned with those matches, he did not know. But now, as he strained to remember where he had seen those obnoxious scented candles in the warehouse during the tour, he was grateful for the stunt major and his affinity for having campus contraband on hand.

He pulled the matchbox out and began striking the matches. The first few gave him no flame, and he wondered if perhaps he had confiscated a matchbox prop.

But then he heard it.

“Please, Thomas.”

The sniffle that accompanied those words conjured up a painful image that had seared itself into his memory. A woman in a beautiful blue gown standing before him, the glimmering night sky a backdrop to the tears sliding down her face, cowering as he yelled at her for deceiving him, for making him enjoy a night with her, for making him feel.

He didn’t like feeling. Didn’t like when other people made him feel. Only a few had been able to, but he had let them, because he-

Don’t think about that, he reminded himself.

He struck the next match with vigor, and the small flame that burst from it made his heart soar, even as it extinguished itself almost immediately. He let it drop and pulled another out.

Hunt shook his head as his next attempt also puttered out quickly. What kind of weak matches are these?

He worked through a few more matches, lighting them for seconds before they went out, until . . .

“Got it.”

Now he was on another search, this time for a crumb of food to feed the hungry woman he was unexpectedly stuck with for the time being. And, as he bashed his knees and hips against props and furniture that seemed to move directly into his path, he prayed that he would find something that would sustain her for the evening.

The mini fridge he found had a few large glass bottles of . . . something. Assuming they were not alcoholic – though, since this warehouse neglected to have an emergency exit, he couldn’t entirely rule out other blatant violations - he took them out and replaced them with a five-dollar bill from his wallet, hoping that whoever owned those drinks wouldn’t mind.

And then he felt his way around nearby until he nearly upturned a fruit bowl and took the lone banana within it. A paper plate close to the fruit bowl teetered over the edge of the table, but he set down his candle to catch it. Two slightly stale blueberry bagels and a few little packets of room-temperature cream cheese spread. More than he had expected to find.

He took great caution in maneuvering around the furniture he’d knocked into, but he still caught himself a few times on the hip. He had a death grip on the candle, the food plate held close to his chest. He hadn’t found utensils but was more grateful to have found anything at all.

As he neared the light emanating from the candles on the table, he heard her whispering. He didn’t have to strain his ears to hear her.

“He’s still here. Somebody’s still here.”

He set his candle down and she let out a yelp.

Pretending as though he hadn’t heard anything, he laid out the food on the table so she could see it. “I found some bagels and drinks. And a banana.”

Miss Schuyler emerged slowly from the darkness, barely illuminated from the dancing candle flames. Dragging her chair closer to the table, she sat and twisted the cap off one of the bottles. Her eyes met his as she took a long sip. Finally, she set the bottle down.

“Snapple.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Half and half. Half iced tea, half lemonade.”

“Oh.”

She pulled apart one of the bagels and ripped one of the cream cheese packets open before turning back to him.

“Are you coming to eat or what?” she asked.

For a moment, there was silence again, but then the screeching of chair legs against concrete made her wince. And then he was in view, sitting close – but not as close as he had weeks earlier – and unpeeling the banana enough to break it in half and take the top piece.

“The rest is for you,” he said. “I had the foresight to eat dinner.”

“Lucky you,” she drawled.

He sighed.

“Are we going to talk now?” she asked. She sounded defeated, already knowing the answer.

But they were the only ones stuck in that warehouse for the night. Just him and her, and no one would blame them for talking. Just himself, but he knew her well enough that she wouldn’t usually let up so easily. Something was wrong.

“About the masquerade? I suppose we could.” He chose his next words carefully. “As long as we talk about what happened a little while ago. When you were crying.”

“You heard that.”

“There’s not much else to listen to.”

She sighed, swallowing a bite of banana. “I would say ‘don’t feel sorry for me,’ but I already know that’s not going to be a problem.”

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

“I’ll be right back. I promise.”

She had always been afraid of the dark, but her parents were determined to rid her of that fear. When her Dora the Explorer nightlight broke, her father refused to repair it. Her mother caved and bought her a new one, but only let her plug it in on school nights. For two terrifying nights of the week, she huddled under her covers, armed with her favourite stuffed animals and a flashlight she borrowed from the clutter drawer in the kitchen.

Once, when Margot was really afraid, and the world outside her window was dark and storming, her mother taught her how to pretend she was somewhere else. The sky was falling, but in her head, the sun bore down, warming her skin, the crashing waves of the beach they’d visited the day her father left disguising the thunder that shook the windows.

Later, her mother taught her how to pretend to be someone else, too. They were in a car, and her mother had put an itchy thing on her head made of hair the colour of straw. As she braided the dry strands, she wove a backstory for the new person she would play, a young girl off to see her grandmother for the weekend with her mother, and fed her lines to repeat to the border patrol officer.

“Can you do that for me, sweet pea?”

When the officer asked her questions, she parroted the responses with as much enthusiasm as a tired seven-year-old could muster when she was cranky from being in the car too long. The officer let the car through, and her mother rewarded her with an entire kid’s meal to herself. A few hours later, her mother chucked her free toy out the window for being too noisy.

The little house they moved into was really one room with plastic curtains separating the bathroom from the kitchen and the bedroom. They had to share the bed, but her mother let her keep the nightlight on.

It wasn’t working. Neither did the light switch, which was supposed to tell the eclectrickle creature in the ceiling to brighten up the bare bulb in the ceiling. There was no space for a clutter drawer in their kitchen, so she didn’t know where she would find a flashlight, or if they even had one.

The world outside the window was blotted out by the darkness, and with nothing to break through it, she felt achingly alone. No stuffed animals to snuggle, no covers to protect her from the cold. No mother to run to.

She’ll be back. She promised.

Every time she woke up after slipping into a sleep, she was alone, lying on her side on the barren mattress. No sign of her mother returning yet. She passed the time by counting the popcorn bumps on the ceiling and the ants gathering crumbs from the floor and slipping through the crack on the windowsill. But she didn’t keep count of the days passing. It really felt like one big endless one.

Eventually, a neighbour lady came knocking. She didn’t like that her mother hadn’t come back yet. Other people showed up, men and women with water and fruit and cookies for her. Just like Miss Peaches, they had a weird look on their face when she told them about her mother’s promise.

Miss Peaches gave her a room of her own, a bed piled high with stuffed animals, and all the food she could cram into her mouth. After many attempts at soothing her in the middle of the night, Miss Peaches gifted her a beautiful lamp that emanated a gentle glow. When she curled up in bed, she thought of the beach again, of her mother holding the hand of a girl with straw hair.

Pretending came to her as easily as breathing.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

“What happened to her?”

“My mother? I haven’t seen her since.”

He swore. “What about your neighbour?”

She kept her gaze focused squarely on her knees. “Miss Peaches died a few weeks before I came here.”

It sucked, losing a maternal figure twice. She really had grown to like her, even if the first year was rocky because she was still adamantly waiting. Miss Peaches had been the one to encourage her into acting and had cheered her on for the few roles she had in high school plays. When she got accepted into Hollywood U, she promised to be there for her first ever movie premiere, walking the carpet as her companion.

Another promise broken.

Hunt let out a heavy sigh. “You’ve been through it, huh.”

“And still going through it, clearly.” She chuckled to hide the sniffles. “Not a fan of the dark, obviously.”

“It should be afraid of you,” he murmured.

As weird a statement as that was, she felt the laughter bubbling from her belly. Looking up at him, her face split into a huge smile as she let herself laugh.

“What an idea. The dark being afraid of a person. I’ll have to run that by Cattrall. If anyone could pull it off, it’s him.”

“Penn Cattrall?” Hunt said. “The director?”

She nodded. “The phone call earlier. He wants me to be the lead in his next film.”

“Penn Cattrall?” Hunt repeated.

And just like that, any good mood she had dissipated. “Yes, the Penn Cattrall. Why does that surprise you so much? You’ve been monitoring my progress at Hollywood U, haven’t you? Seen all the projects I’ve contributed to? I’ve earned this and you know it.”

Silence.

Of course.

She turned her attention back to the Snapple. It must be the unsweetened kind, she mused, because the taste was slightly bland and-

“I know you have.”

Slowly, she looked back up. Hunt’s face was hard to read in the darkness, but she assumed he must’ve pulled his mouth into a grimace, like he always did once he said something he thought he shouldn’t have. She strained to see it on him now.

“Since you came to Hollywood University, you have been extraordinarily prolific with your projects. Though, obviously, you had to be in order to stay enrolled after the tiff you had with Miss Stone-”

“Her false accusation, you mean?”

He brushed off her interjection. “-That incident helped accelerate your career in ways that your fellow students only dream of. You’ve amassed an impressive catalogue, and your growth, both professionally and personally, is palpable with every credit.”

Though her cheeks warmed with his unexpected kindness, she sensed a “but” coming up.

“But,” he said, then paused thoughtfully. “You’ve got a long way to go still. A lot more to learn. Things you need to know to make sure your career has longevity and meaning. I have so much more to teach you.”

Her heart twisted.

“My place is behind the lectern, guiding you. Not . . . whatever it is that you think you want from me.”

The second part of his statement should have bothered her more than the first.

“No, it’s not.” She set the glass bottle on the table and straightened in her seat. “Your place is behind the camera. It’s what you were meant to do, it’s your passion!” She squinted at him. “I don’t understand why you retired. You were one of the greats. Are one of the greats, I mean.”

Hunt exhaled, a sound bordering on sadness. “Some things cannot be,” he said cryptically.

And then he stood, picked up his candle, and disappeared again into the labyrinthine set.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

He just knew the heart-shaped bed in the honeymoon suite set was a middle finger from the universe. Gaudy and overloaded with the cliché colour scheme of nauseating reds and pinks, the sheets were slippery silk and the pillows were fluffy from lack of use. He set his candle on the end table and pulled off his suit jacket, before remembering that he had meant to give it to her earlier.

He could practically hear Priya scoffing at him. “You’ve gone soft,” she had accused him, his office suddenly too small to have such clashing egos within it. He had denied it then, but now . . .

“So I tell you about my whole thing with the dark, and you leave me in it again?”

He winced at Margot’s harsh tone. “I was just-”

Standing in the doorway, she set down her own candle and crossed her arms over her stomach.

“And here I thought we were actually getting to know each other. We weren’t done talking. You said we could talk about-”

“We did talk about-”

“No, we didn’t!” She stepped forward, closer. “I know you feel something for me. And before you say anything, remember we’re not in class right now. You don’t have to teach me all the time. Don’t act like it’s your cross to bear.”

He didn’t budge, staring down at her with furrowed brows. “It is my job to always push you, to be firm if it means you reaching your full potential.”

“So you do care about me.”

“As a student. Look, this thing you feel for me, it’s just a crush. It’s fake love, the kind people eat up at the movies.” Gesturing around the room, he scoffed. “Look around this set! None of this is real, yet when this movie comes out, people will swoon for the romance as though real love can be like that. But it’s all fake. Manufactured. Lies.”

He heard her swallow hard. The next words she spoke came out weakly.

“My feelings for you are not fake. What I feel for you is more than just a formulaic Hollywood romance. It’s real. And real feelings are about spending time with someone and enjoying their company, even when you’re just eating stale bagels together. Sharing our vulnerable sides, our deeper thoughts. Trusting one another. Even when the other person is being ridiculously stubborn.”

He turned away from her, ignoring the pang in his chest as he did.

“Thomas.”

“Don’t,” he said, but his voice didn’t come out as stern as he wanted. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples. “I just want to rest. It’s clear no one’s coming until morning. Might as well take advantage of this silly set piece. I’m sure there’s another bedroom you can stay in.”

“You-” She picked up a pillow from the bed and screamed into it. “It’s not like I want this. I would love to not have feelings for my surly professor.”

“Great. Then it’s settled.” He primly pulled back the silk sheets and slipped under them, sliding a little too far from the texture. “Good night.”

He closed his eyes and stilled.

And then, once he heard her walk away, he opened them again.

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

She didn’t bother trying to navigate through the warehouse in the dark. Knowing her luck, she would probably trip and break her leg, or bleed out on some fancy imported carpet and get billed for the damages.

And Hunt would scold and scold, because that’s all he does, she thought bitterly.

For a while there, she might have thought they were getting somewhere. She didn’t expect him to do a complete one-eighty and want to dive head-first into a relationship or anything, but she did think that the progress they’d made would’ve lasted.

Two steps forward, five steps back.

Like she had done when she followed him into the garish honeymoon sweet set, she clung to the wall until she caught sight of the other candles still lit up on the table. Instead of sitting on her chair, she opted to slide to the floor, placing her candle beside her.

The warehouse’s temperature had dropped even more. She hadn’t noticed it earlier, but there was even more of a chill about the air. She hugged herself and tried to keep her mind off the cold. She tried to imagine the beach, then any other memory that included the sun and its blessed warmth.

None of it worked.

After what felt like an eternity of grinding her chattering teeth together, she pulled out her phone and turned on the screen, blinking at the bright light. Just past midnight.

It was going to be a long night.

“Your cell phone has been charged this whole time?”

Hunt stood over her, jacket draped over his shoulder.

She curled her knees up to her chest. “I was just checking the time. Still no signal, if that’s what’s bothering you.”

“Did you think to try to call or text one of your little friends to help us?” he asked. “You could have tried. I did.”

“I was watching you drain your phone battery and thought it might be a good idea to preserve mine.” She rolled her eyes. “Go back to bed, professor.”

She heard him step closer. Then, something draped over her lap, a shock of warmth and textures with an exquisitely quilted inner layer. Instinctively, she snuggled underneath it, but she looked up at him in confusion.

“There are enough pillows to make a barrier,” he said quietly. “That way we won’t touch at all, and we can both get some sleep. Come along.”

“Seriously?” she asked.

He held out a hand, an olive branch. “Seriously.”

🎬🎬🎬🎬🎬

The screech of the warehouse doors opening startled them both from sleep. Jackknifing out of his lying position, he immediately dove for the suit jacket that had fallen to the floor as he slept. She was a little slower to get up but finally stood and dusted herself off.

“Tommy?”

Hunt clenched his jaw. “In here.”

Seconds later, Jaxson warily poked his head through the doorway, apprehensive of the wrath he was sure to receive from his old friend. What he didn’t expect was the presence of the student, groggily rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands at the opposite side of the room. But seeing the disturbed sheets and pillow strewn about the heart-shaped bed and the deliberate space between them now, he couldn’t help but smirk even as Hunt stalked towards him.

“Where do I even begin?” Hunt seethed. “Who was the absolute idiot who approved of this studio warehouse’s design? I need numbers, and I need them now. This is absolutely unacceptable . . .”

As Hunt began his rant, Jaxson watched as the student slipped past them and through the doors, bringing her phone to her ear as she walked.

#thomas hunt #thomas orson hunt #hollywood u #only fools fall for you #fanfiction #please let me know if the clapboard emojis are a stupid way to separate the scenes #i'm trying y'all

4 notes · View notes

scorpios-stuff · 4 years

Text

Hello everyone and welcome to our show. We all know the reason you're here, to see your idols, do challenges in order to win a grand prize; of 1 million dollars!

This season will include famous faces such as: Shane Dawson, Kim Kardashian, and even Charli D'amelio.

This will take place on a secluded island in Hawaii. It will have 8 contestants for each team, giving us a total of 24. Until we reach the final 10, then it's every man for himself.

There will be eight people divided into groups of 3.

So for the celebrity team come and stand on the right stage:

Doja Cat

Kim Kardashian

Nicki Minaj

Ariana Grande

Vanessa Hudgens

Lea Michele

Jason derulo

Barbara Striensend

The tik-tok team will come to the middle stage:

Charli d'amelio

Dixie D'amelio

Nessa

Addison rae

Loren Gray

Chase hudson

Tony Lopez

Noah beck

And for our YouTube side come to the left side:

James Charles

Tati Westbrook

Jefree star

Shane Dawson

Austin McBroom

D'angelo Wallace

Kennie jd

James Marriot

Each team will have the same cabin, to not show any biased decisions. When you reach your cabin, you'll notice an intercom there. When it rings 3 times, a message will ensue that will say the meeting point and today's challenge. So off you go everyone!

Charli D'amelio POV:

Wow this cabin is really run down, but I'm here to win; not complain. I looked around to see everyone else moving in. Dixie and I are taking a bunk-bed for ourselves. I know with her on the team I have an advantage of not getting voted off. But with everyone else I have no clue. Chase and I aren't on good terms since our breakup and I'm more acquaintances with everyone else.

I looked up to find the intercom, but had some difficulty due to all the commotion of everyone else.

"Hey! Does anyone know where the intercom is?" I noticed that everyone else was confused too so we all looked around. After about 20 minutes someone called out.

"Hey I think this is it!" I looked over to see Chase, pointing at a small silver box with a speaker in the middle

I wondered how are we supposed to hear anything from something so small. After that everyone finished packing up.

"Hey!" nessa said while fixing her hair.

"Since this is a competition let's put all of our drama to the past right.Cause if we let our anger drive us, we'll all lose."

What nessa said did make sense so we agreed to let bygones be bygones. Just then the tiny speaker sent out a message:

"Everyone please report to the dining hall for breakfast. Then we will discuss today's challenge.Also the first team to find it, will get a head start in the competition"

We all looked around a little confused as to where the dining hall was, so we got out and went exploring. As I stepped out I really took in my surroundings, trees as far as the eye can see, leaves and rocks everywhere, and the scorching hot sun. But you could see the other two houses, with the other teams coming out.

I looked around to find a house in the distance and a path, I alerted my team and we made our way over there. We looked back to see the other teams noticing, so we rushed to the building. Luckily we were the first ones there.

"Congratulations!" He handed us each a medal,and stood back. " Whenever you win a lead, you'll get medals to prove it. So make sure you keep it up, we're going to let you eat first, then talk about the competition."

Our team made our way to a table, a chef came out and took our orders.

"So what do you think today's challenge would be." Dixie said,while tugging on her sleeves." I mean it's a competition for 1 million, you know it's not going to be easy. Who knows what they want us to do."

" Hey" Noah took Dixie's hand into his own."We have each other, compared to the other teams we all know each other better. If anything that's an advantage."

We all agreed we needed to put

100 percent if we wanted to win. The chef came back with our food and we thanked him. We ate silently, this competition's strong aura is affecting all of us. Suddenly we're all more nervous, but I can see even the other teams are. So we have to be strong and not let anyone notice.

After half an hour, everyone finished and lined up outside.

"Alright today's challenge will be simple. Each team will go looking for a sheep,with your team's initial on a sign. But the sheep is hidden on this island. The first to bring him back will win! You will have a time limit of 40 minutes go!"

"Wait!" Noah stopped all of us and raised his hands. "We should split up in groups of 2, so we could find the sheep faster. I mean this island is gigantic, but there are three major parts.The shore, that forest over there, and the common area."

Nessa squirmed around and looked uneasy."That does sound like a good idea, but we have to hurry since we're running out of time!"

She was right, we looked up at the clock to see we had 30 minutes left already. We split up quickly and left. Nessa and I made our way to the forest area. We walked around for a little bit and came across what appeared to be a berry garden.

"Wait!" Nessa said in a whisper and pulled me back.

"Did you hear that? It sounded like an animal, look over there." We looked towards the strawberry patch, and saw the tail of an animal. It was white and fuzzy, it slowly backed up and we saw it. It was our sheep, the only issue was how were we going to get him. I realized the goat was really into fruit, because it seems he's eaten from every patch.

"Nessa I have a plan but we have to prepare first. Keep watch of the sheep and don't let him leave. Ok?"

"Yeah yeah, I get it, we just have to hurry."

I tip-toed across the garden, and picked fruit from every patch. I had to put some in my pockets because there was so much. I went back to Nessa and gave her half. I turned and saw the sheep about to leave. I threw a strawberry to the middle, and said "Hey sheepy look over here." He came over and ate the berry. I waved another one in the air, before throwing it. "There's a lot more just come and get it." I motioned for nessa to do the same, and we led him out of the garden.

I noticed we were running low on fruit so I bent down and let sniff my pockets. He noticed I had food so he kept following.

"Look everyone else is coming back, I'll tell them to meet us at the finish line." She ran off to everyone else leaving me alone with him.

"Here sheepy, yeah over here!"

I looked over to see the celebrity team with their sheep. They were fencing him in a circle. Behind them I could also see the youtubers doing the same, I grabbed my sheep and bolted to the finish line.

"Alright! The winner of this challenge is team tik-tok!" The host declared while taking our sheep. The celebrity team came second, and team youtubers third. "Team celebrity is in second place and team youtubers is in third. This means team youtubers are up for elimination tonight.

After that they cut the cameras and told us to relax. He handed each of us a medal and led us to our rooms. I laid down and thought about the challenge. If I would've taken any longer we would've lost, and I could've been voted off. I looked around to see everyone else relaxing when a thought came to my mind.

"Wait, if me and Nessa found the sheep; what were you guys doing?"

Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked my way. Chase opened his mouth to say. "Well me and Addison went to the shore and found nothing, so we came back. I'll admit we did get a little lost."

Loren spoke out next. "Tony and I went around the common area but also found nothing, we kept looking though."

Lastly was Josh and Dixie. They also went into the forest but in another direction, so where did they go?

Josh sat up straighter and scratched his chin. "As you know we went in the forest too, but found nothing. So we just kept looking also."

I noticed he was blushing a little and was going to comment on it; when the intercom went off. It was the host voice.

"Just letting you guys know elimination is happening right now. I'll let you guys know afterwards." The intercom turned off and we were left in silence.

Nessa turned to say something. "Who do you think is getting eliminated, Austin? He didn't seem to be helping earlier."

"I don't know." said Chase. "It could honestly be anyone. Let's just keep up this winning streak. I don't wanna lose early in this competition."

We all agreed that would suck. Especially in the first round, when it was just getting a sheep.

"Oh," Nessa grabbed my hand and raised it. "Well if we have to thank anyone it would be her. It was her who came up with that quick idea. So come people, applause!"

Just like that the room erupted with cheering and screaming my name. It honestly felt so weird hearing all this praise but, damn did it feel good. I joined in on the praise and we had our own little party; to celebrate our win today.

At about 10:00 we got the intercom call that someone got eliminated; and it was Austin. I looked over to Nessa and told her congrats for guessing the right person. We went to the dining hall and got dinner. Afterwards we went to sleep, I laid there thinking what tommorows challenge may be. Before drifting off to sleep.

This is a story I wrote on wattpad called "Lights Camera Actions." My username is dance_dance96

2 notes · View notes

greekgeek21 · 4 years

Text

The Codependency Competition Ch.8

Hello and welcome back to a story that takes you on a rollercoaster of emotions! And I have no shame in admitting that. None whatsoever.

Anyway, I promise that this isn't the last chapter, no matter how much it may feel like it. I promise. I need to have my reading glasses adjusted, so if I make more mistakes than usual here, please don't be mad. I'll go back over it eventually. It just hurts too much to have them squishing the sides of my head for hours. Yeah. Thanks.

Please comment, like, and follow! Stay safe and happy reading!

– your author

ΩΩΩ

Percy and Annabeth headed straight home, just like their friends had suspected. They knew it was only a temporary fix, and that they would eventually have to face the music, but they wanted to at least have time to figure out their story's details first. Since it was Friday, they thought they would at least have the weekend to figure everything out, but a demigod's luck wasn’t even good enough to be called luck. So, when their friends showed up at their apartment, they were a little surprised by the timing, but not shocked. At least most of the group already knew about their relationship.

They were just minding their own business, making out on their bed, when they heard a knock on the door. Now some might wonder why they were kissing each other when they had some serious shit going on, but that's just how they are. A simple strategic conversation turns into a make-out session, and a full-on make-out session turns into a heated screaming match. It's all a part of the package of Percabeth.

"Who could that be?" Annabeth pulled back from her boyfriend, with him letting out a sound of frustration.

"I don't care, but whoever they are, they're about to be run through with a VERY pointy sword named Riptide," Percy grumbled, storming out of the room.

Annabeth rolled her eyes at him, but followed anyway. This should be good.

She was able to reach him just as he was unlocking the front door, sword in hand. He looked like he was seriously about to skewer whomever was behind that door.

What they saw on the other side was not what they were expecting. At least not so soon.

"Addison?" Annabeth asked, shocked.

"Hey, Annabeth. Can we come in?" her friend asked.

Annabeth had to literally shake herself out of her stupor before she pushed Percy out of the way for her friends to come in, "Oh, yeah. Welcome."

Percy just watched as each and every one of his close friends followed Addison through his apartment door. He had almost forgotten about their problem at school before this interruption. Annabeth's lips could make him forget anything stuck on his mind.

"So...what're you guys doing here?" Percy asked, waving Riptide around as a pointer out of habit.

Annabeth's eyes widened and she quickly pried the sword out of her boyfriend's hands. Idiot, she thought.

"Why do you have a bat?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised in question at his friend.

"What? I don't have a–oh! Yeah. We weren't expecting anyone. Didn't know what to think," Percy lied very un-smoothly.

Once again, Annabeth found herself mentally calling her boyfriend an idiot.

"You never answered his question," She pointed out, putting Riptide against the wall and trying to change the direction of the conversation.

She's always left to clean up Percy's messes. Just ONCE, Annabeth wants him to not almost reveal the entire existence of the greek gods in one conversation. That's the dream.

"We didn't. But I think you know why we're here," Addison said, crossing her arms.

"Actually, I have no idea why they're here since they already knew about us," Percy pointed to his friends, "But I think I know why you're here."

Addison was ready to give some witty retort, but never got to because Percy's answer was not what she was expecting. Chloe, Mike, and Jack already knew?! Then why did they help her find Percy and Annabeth? Ugh, everything is just so confusing right now.

"Wait, you guys knew already?!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up into the air.

"Yep, but we thought it would be nice to get some payback on Percy and Annabeth for lying to us. So, we brought you to them. Now be angry!" Mike said.

Percy was about to just walk out of the room, but as he was leaving, Annabeth grabbed his arm in a death-lock grip. He did not get to just leave her to explain everything, even though she already did that to him earlier. This one's gonna be bigger, she can feel it.

"Why don't we move to the kitchen table, ok? We'll answer all of your questions there," she offered, already walking out of the room, Percy towing behind.

As she was being led into the Jackson family’s kitchen, Addison had a sudden realization. Percy and Annabeth really DO live together. She knew that Chloe said they were staying together, but it had never really sunk in until now.

"Do you guys want anything?" Percy asked half-heartedly, only because Sally had raised him right.

"We're good," Chloe answered quickly, eager to let the interrogation begin.

"Ok, well if you change your mind, there's cookies on the table," he said.

They all sat down at the table. Nobody spoke. Nobody knew how to start. It was very aggravating for the demigods present.

Finally, Mike broke the tension, "So...I wanted to ask a question before Addison starts ranting."

Addison briefly wondered how one of the most popular guys at the school could talk about her so casually, like they were best friends. It went against every stereotype that she believed about them. She guesses that she should just scrap all of those now that she's learned her best friend is dating THE most popular person at school.

"What?" Annabeth asked, trying to turn her attention to Mike, but there was a very distracting crack in the wood on the table that was practically called out to her.

Unlike Annabeth, Percy wasn’t able to control his ADHD at all, so the crack got the majority of his attention. If he was really needed, Annabeth would slap him.

Back to Mike. "Well, I was feeling all excited cuz' I was able to keep a huge secret, and then you go and out the secret on my first day, so I was just wondering why?"

Annabeth burst out laughing. Like, full-on laughter. It even broke Percy out of whatever trance the crack had put him in, making him aware of what was going on around him again.

Everyone looked at each other with looks of confusion. The mortals were all wondering if Annabeth was hiding some sort of mental illness from them, one that makes her suddenly break out into hysterical laughter. But that was just their imaginations running rampant.

What was really happening was that Annabeth was in need of a good laugh, and the smallest of things could've set her off. This time, it just happened to be Mike asking a perfectly ordinary (sort of) question.

When she was finally able to control herself, Annabeth said, "I'm sorry. I just really needed a good laugh. Anyway, to answer your question simply, I got sick of hiding the best part of my life."

In most people's eyes, that is not simple whatsoever. But whatever.

"Ok, that's fine I guess," Jack said, "Moving the mic over to Addison!"

"Thanks, er, I guess. Now I don't know where to start. Everything is just a jumbled mess of questions," Addison mumbled.

Percy, ever the kindest, encouraged her by saying, "Don't think about it. Just ask and we'll answer."

Wow. Can he get any better? Addison thought before following his instructions, "Um, how long have you two been together?"

"About a year," Annabeth answered immediately, "But we've known each other since we were twelve.”

That was an easy one.

"Ok, why did you keep it a secret from everyone?"

Percy sighed, "We were told by our friends that we’re too dependent on each other, so we made a game out of proving them wrong. Whoever broke first lost."

"That's...kinda messed up, but whatever. Next, um, do you love each other?"

"Of course," both demigods answered together.

"Well, that kinda takes away every other question I had. I don't know what else to ask," Addison admitted.

Well, that wasn't as bad as Percy and Annabeth thought it would be. Thought Annabeth did take notice of her friend's change in personality. Usually, Addison is the quiet one, but she was very open today. Annabeth guessed the secret coming out somehow brought her out of her shell, too.

"Seriously?! I was hoping for a popcorn-worthy event! Come on, man!" Jack exclaimed.

Percy smirked. His friends always knew how to bring the mood back to joking around. It's comforting that they weren't super mad at him for keeping something this big from them. And this isn't even his biggest secret! (But they'll never learn that one.)

"Well, I guess we should go watch a movie, huh?" he said, jumping up.

Seaweed brain, Annabeth thought with a loving smile.

ΩΩΩ

On her way home, Addison was stuck in her own thoughts. Throughout her time spent with Percy and Annabeth today, she had noticed all of the things about them she had never seen before; the way they knew what the other was thinking without any effort, the way they always gravitated towards each other (almost always touching in some way), and the way they were absolutely, without a doubt, the best of friends she had ever seen.

It was almost impossible to not feel happy in their presence. They were so much in love, some might get sick from the proximity. Not Addison though, she was just happy that her friend had found her perfect other. For as long as she had known her, Addison had worried that Annabeth was one of those girls that refused every advance because she thought school was more important than social interaction.

How wrong she was...

ΩΩΩ

Don't worry! This isn't the last chapter, as I said before. I think I'm aiming for 2 more. I have a plan already in place on how to pull it off, too. Sorry if some of the thoughts got a little confusing. I was trying to pull off going into everyones heads, and it was hard to fit it all in. And to transition it all! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

As a reminder, this story is also on Inkitt, Wattpad, FF, and Ao3.

Speaking of Ao3, my beta reader writes stories on there! JJ, you are amazing! Go check out nightskywithrainbows!

Comment, like, and follow! Stay safe and happy reading!

– your author

chapter 9 :)

#percabeth #percyjackson #annabethchase #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #high school #teen

2 notes · View notes

asarahworld-writes · 4 years

Text

A ZOMBIES Christmas

Chapter 3

Traffic had cleared by the time they were back at the Wells household. As Dale pulled into the driveway, Zed noticed there were cars lined up down the street. They were the last to arrive, then.

Just before they stepped through the door, he pulled Addison aside. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He lightly ran his hand through her hair as she nodded.

“We got this.”

We. Zed grinned. “Now I know the real reason you invited me over today – the incredibly gorgeous zombie boyfriend will distract them from the fact you’ve taken your wig off. All part of my quick wit and charming smile,” he winked.

Addison giggled, lightly digging into Zed’s side. “Of course. You’ve literally figured out my grand scheme.” She held her hand out. Zed clasped it firmly as they entered the Wells’ Christmas dinner.

Although they had meant it as a joke, Zed’s appearance did cause a stir among the family. Missy and Dale had known he was coming, but they had apparently neglected to mention that to everybody else. Bucky gave him a look that was a cross between annoyance and disbelief, a mild reaction comparatively. Their grandmother screamed when she saw him, but her husband was surprisingly calm. Mr. Buchanan, Sr. may have lost an ear during the Zombie epidemic, but Zed suspected that he had lost most of his eyesight in his old age.

“Hello, everybody, my name is Zed Necrodopolis, and I am Addison’s,” he had been about to say boyfriend, but the word didn’t seem to encapsulate the depth of their feelings, “date.”

“Ned Zeropolis? And how do you know our little Addy, Mr. Ned?” Mr. Buchanan, Sr. asked loudly.

Addison stifled a giggle. “He’s a bit deaf,” she explained, unnecessarily.

“She’s a cheerleader, and I’m on the football team.” Zed winked at Addison, remembering how he’d used the line when he’d met the Mayor and Patrol Chief for the first time, who shook her head and covered her small grin. Mr. Buchanan, Sr., still not recognizing Zed as a zombie, continued to question him about the football season.

Soon, Addison was recruited into the kitchen to help bring dinner to the dining room table. Zed started to get up to help her, but Addison pushed him back onto the couch. “My mom and aunt have this weird tradition that we do all the preparation and table setting stuff and that the guys clear up afterwards. Grandad’s pretty into football. In fact, I’ve been told that that’s one of the reasons he liked my dad.”

“Addison, I don’t think football would be a great topic of conversation. In case you hadn’t noticed, he hasn’t exactly realized that I’m a zombie.” Zed pulled Addison closer, so she was perched on the edge of the couch.

“Are you telling me that my strong, handsome fullback boyfriend is scared of an old man?” Addison teased, quiet enough so only Zed could hear her.

Zed groaned, nearly inaudibly. “It sounds so much worse when you put it like that.”

“You could always hang with Bucky,” Addison grinned. “But seriously, I gotta go help my mom.” She squeezed his hand and left the living room.

It only took the Buchanan women ten minutes to serve Christmas dinner. For Zed, those ten minutes were filled with Mr. Buchanan asking questions about Addison and football, while receiving a series of odd looks from Bucky as he mindlessly answered with half-truths. He was far more concerned what would happen if their grandfather realized that he was a zombie.

“Dinner’s ready,” Addison bounced back into the family room, automatically taking Zed’s hand. She gave him a look, eyes questioning, and Zed responded with a shrug. Addison made a face, then led him into the dining room. “Don’t worry, you’re next to me.”

Bucky was on Addison’s other side, and Zed was in the corner. Her grandfather was at the opposite end of the table. Addison plopped a scoop of mashed potatoes onto Zed’s plate, jolting his focus back to what was in front of him. “More?” Zed shrugged, and Addison rolled her eyes. “Fine, but you’re not stealing my potatoes. They’re literally the best – my uncle puts onions in them.”

Zed allowed Addison to finish filling his plate, then watched her to see what happened next. She stole his pickle.

Grinning at his girlfriend’s antics, Zed took a quick look around the table to see what everyone else was doing – they had already began eating – and dug into his own dinner. Addison had been right about the potatoes.

Dinner was a quiet affair, sharply contrasting with the quickfire of questions Mr. Buchanan had asked earlier. With everyone consumed by their dinner, Addison was the only one to notice that Zed was eating with his left hand.

“Your wrist isn’t hurting again, is it?” She leaned in, whispering.

Zed frowned, pulling his jacket sleeve down to conceal his Z-band. “No, it’s good,” he said lowly, picking his fork back up and taking another bite of potatoes. Obviously, everybody in the room knew that he was a zombie. If all the football talk hadn’t given it away, the green hair and grayed skin was a sure sign. So why did he still feel the need to hide his Z-band?

Once everyone had had their fill, the table was quickly cleared. Dishes were washed and left to dry on the counter, leftovers were packaged into labelled Tupperware, and mugs were brought out as the kettle began to boil. The family broke off into groups and clusters, the room filled with laughter and various conversations.

Addison was the youngest of all her cousins. Having grown up away from Seabrook, they had only heard snippets about the resident Zombie population, though they were all well-informed about the town’s cheer stats. They ribbed on Bucky’s decision to cut his entire team just before the competition and watched as the zombies joined the cheer squad at the last championship. Perhaps because of her position as the baby of the family, nobody was very concerned about the loss of her wig. If they were, they kept it well hidden and focused instead on cheer and football.

Both of Addison’s other cousins had played football during their high school years and were continuing with the sport through college. As long as the subject was football, Zed was able to maintain a solid rapport with them. Dessert was served casually, with people keeping to their small group conversations. Addison brought herself and Zed a large slice of chocolate-gingerbread cheesecake and some eggnog, much to the indignation of her cousins, who wanted to know where theirs was. Addison had rolled her eyes and pointed to the kitchen as she curled up on the couch next to her boyfriend.

———————————————————————————————————

Anyone catch the mashed potatoes joke/reference? Z1 promo video – Zombie Brain Food Challenge! Basically, they were taste testing gelatine food and Meg (incorrectly) guessed mashed potatoes. Milo stole the point by tasting and correctly guessing onion.

For those who haven’t picked up on it yet, this fic takes place after Z2 summer but before the wolves show up. Based on the pacing of that movie, to me anyway, it looks like they skip over the fall semester and jump straight into the new year. There’s no football, which is September/October season, and the big dance is the Prawn, which is wordplay on prom, and prom is usually at the end of the year.

#zombies #zeddison #a zombies christmas #don't mind me just writing Christmas fic in April

2 notes · View notes

hwu-adventures-blog · 4 years

Text

For The World- Thomas Hunt x MC fanfic:

Series: Red Carpet Diaries, Hollywood U, references to High School Story app.

Pairings: Thomas Hunt x HWU!MC, references to Matt x RCD!MC, references to Ethan Blake x Addison Sinclair (seriously I used to ship them so hard when I started playing Hollywood U so I though it would be fun to include them in there).

Description: Eight years after RCD and ten years after HWU, Thomas Hunt finally has got the life he wanted. (Because he deserves a happy ending even if he’s not your LI in RCD)

A/N: Just thought I’d clear some stuff up before the fic starts, this is following my personal headcannon that since I refused to romance Hunt in RCD (no matter how tempting it was, I still shipped him with HWU MC and they are my pixelberry OTP) the HWU MC and Thomas broke up before RCD and got back together after RCD 3. In my previous fic I played with the break up and the potential friendship between the two. But here’s what I’ve decided is still going on or is cannon in my headcannon of what happened (if you get my meaning) after just to clear up some confusion you may have about this fic and the previous fic:

Chris and HWU!MC did not get married or have a kid, this was confirmed by RCD 3 where we met Chris’ wife, however, HWU MC did have a fiancé when she and Hunt reconciled (all will be explained in this fic).

The reason for the break up did still happen because HWU!MC’s mum is a b*tch and couldn’t allow her daughter to be happy.

Her Fiancé referenced in the fic was one of Luke’s frat boy friends and it explains, why it didn’t end well and how she ended up with Hunt again when, well, just wait and see...

Anyway here it is and I hope you enjoy the fic!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

For The World:

A five year old girl with dark hair and brown eyes sat in the living room with her brother, a boy of about three years, with brown hair and blue eyes looking over at a photo album their mother was showing them of her years in high school and university that they had both demanded to see as she was sorting out the office.

“Mommy, daddy isn’t in any of these pictures” the young girl said

“That’s because your dad isn’t fond of having his photo taken and we haven’t got to the ones he’s in yet l” her mum replied

“That being said, who’s that?” She pointed to a photo on the next page, a photo her friend Autumn had taken of the gang at the set of ‘Hamartia’, which gave her her first acting role (and a bit of a dip into directing) with Chris Winters and-

“daddy” the younger sibling exclaimed

“He’s not smiling” the elder one pointed out

“He wasn’t happy that a bunch of high school students wanted to take a photo” their mum laughed

“But you were there, wasn’t he happy about that?”

“No, your dad didn’t really know me at that point, to him I was just another annoying fifteen year old in the background of a film”

“You’ve got that wrong, I knew you were special even then, even if I didn’t quite know how special or in what way” a voice said from the doorway

“Daddy!” The girl immediately jumped down from her seat and ran towards her father and hugged him tightly

“Hello Isobel, how was kindergarten?” He asked returning the hug

“Great! I made lots of drawings!” She pulled away from her dad

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Why don’t you go and bring them to show daddy?” Her mother smiled and the five year old skipped off to find them as her mother smiled at her husband “hi Thomas, I thought you weren’t back until late tonight?”

“You know how unreliable filming can sometimes be, Maddie, and we were ahead of schedule, so I thought I’d spend an evening with my family, even if it is gone seven” Thomas smiled moving into the room they had been in and giving his wife a kiss hello.

“Daddy, you forgot me!” The three year old exclaimed interrupting his father and mother and reaching out for the director as if he wanted to be picked up

“I didn’t forget about you Teddy” Thomas smiled at his son scooping him up from the wheelchair he was sat in. Edward or Teddy, had been paralysed from the waist down from birth and that had proved a challenge for his parents, and whilst that was the case, It didn’t mean his parents and older sister didn’t love him any less

“Mummy’s showing pictures”

“what pictures?”

“Just my high school ones and University ones, don’t worry, nothing too bad”

“I wasn’t worried, you’re a good enough mom”

“Daddy! Look at what I drew!” Isobel or Izzy had returned holding a drawing out to her father he took it and looked at it fondly

“It’s of, me, Teddy, you, mommy, auntie Rachel, uncle Steve and Jonathan”

Johnathan was Rachel’s son, who was born two months after Isobel was and the pair were the best of friends, which Maddie found hilarious considering Thomas’ tendency to argue with his sister.

“That’s very good Isobel, I expect Jonathan would like to see it when we see them next week, so you would be best off keeping it safe in your room” Thomas said

“Speaking of rooms it’s time for bed” Maddie said looking at her watch which said seven thirty

“Aw, but mommy you said we could stay up”

“For half an hour more, half an hour ago, besides your brother is already asleep”

This was true, Thomas noticed that his son had fallen fast asleep in his arms in the two or three minutes he had been holding him.

“Daddy, can I-“

“No Isobel, your mom is right”

“But I wanna stay up and spend time with you daddy!”

“How about I make you a deal? You go to bed nicely and I’ll be up to read you a story” Thomas, trying to avoid a tantrum, spoke gently but sternly to the five year old who, considers the offer before nodding

“Night night mommy!”

“Night night Izzy, sweet dreams” her mum smiled kissing her forehead before doing the same to Teddy and taking Thomas’ hand, Izzy lead him up the stairs to the bedrooms, leaving Maddie behind to switch on the TV quietly and find a film for her and Thomas to watch.

Twenty five minutes later, the spot on the sofa next to Maddie dipped down and Thomas sank back into the furniture with a sigh of exhaustion, he wrapped his arm around his wife as she stretched out on the sofa and leaned into him.

“Tired?” She asked

“Who knew a five year old would be difficult at bed time?”

“You’re lucky the three year old was asleep, then it’s two verses one!”

“I do not envy you” he said before realising what was on tv “Prominence?”

“It’s just starting, figured you’d need to watch a film to relax, I was lucky it was one of your favourites” Maddie said “really takes you back doesn’t it?”

“it does, hopefully we won’t have anyone to interrupt us this time” he smiled

“Well except from a five year old and a three year old”

“I was thinking more of your arch rivals but those two would do to, Isobel is one handful, thankfully for a three year old, Teddy is not so much of one, well apart from, but that’s not his fault”

“No, like you told me when he was born, it’s not anyone’s fault , nobody could do anything about it. It’s just one of those things” Maddie agreed, Teddy’s birth had been long and hard, for Maddie and because of the resulting paralysis of her son, she had struggled with thinking she’d done something wrong and caused it, luckily Thomas had been there to comfort her and make her realise that it was not her fault, it was just the way things were and nobody was at fault “Izzy is definitely less of a handful when you’re around, she’s a daddy’s girl”

“No she isn’t”

“She is! If it was me making that deal with her she’d have refused and gone straight to tantrum, waking up Teddy who would have then joined in” Maddie laughed “she’s as stubborn as you are”

Isobel was definitely a daddy’s girl and everyone knew it! When she was born, she took a liking to Thomas, more than she did Maddie, as she would always be good when Thomas was looking after her, but when it was Maddie she’d just scream, it was quite comical actually, Maddie had developed a theory that the reason why she was like that was because Thomas had named her and he’d chosen to name her after Isobel Lennart, a famous screenwriter and playwright, famous for films such as ‘Love Me or Leave Me’, and ‘It Happened In Brooklyn’, and for writing the book for the musical ‘Funny Girl’ as Thomas had pointed out, was one of Maddie’s favourite old musicals. And it appears her theory was appearing to be correct.

“Well in that case Teddy is a mommy’s boy”

“Of course he’s a mummy’s boy, he’s the baby of the family”

Maddie was the one who named Teddy, Edward, after one of the characters in her favourite book, ‘Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows’, Teddy Lupin and after one of her favourite actors of all time, Eddie Redmayne, and another character in one of her favourite musicals, ‘Blood Brothers’, which Thomas was delighted about, but she was lucky he liked the name Edward so, it stuck. And that appeared to confirm Maddie’s theory, as Teddy became a mummy’s boy through and through, as it was the complete opposite to what happened with Isobel, he’d be good for Maddie but not for Thomas.

“So you were showing them photos today?” Thomas nodded to the album on the coffee table

“Yeah they wanted to, like I said earlier, it was just the ones from my teenage years, didn’t even get onto Hollywood U so you were barely in them”

“I wouldn’t have minded if I was in them, our children deserve to know our story, as long as there’s no inappropriate ones in there”

“Why would I put inappropriate pictures in a family album? No, your underwear modelling photos are safe away from children’s eyes, along with the other photos that could destroy their innocence all together” Maddie said teasingly as she noticed her husband going red “anyway, speaking of family, what did you mean when you said to Iz about seeing Rachel’s family next week?”

“I knew you’d catch onto that slip of the tongue”

“Nothing get’s past me anymore, it came with the mothers intuition”

Thomas shifted in his seat to make himself more comfortable “I may have invited Rachel, Alice, Chris, Addison and the others and their families to celebrate our anniversary next week”

Alice and Matt Rodriguez were the second of the group to have children, after Chris, then it had been Thomas’ sister, Rachel, who had lost the having kids part of the sibling race/competition between them to her brother by two months, so now they were currently equal in the race, and finally everyone was surprised (well, maybe not Maddie) when Addison had started dating Ethan and had a kid within a year of doing so. It was weird, all their friends had children, they had children, and yet they were pretty much all still in their twenties, well, with the exception of Thomas of course.

“Is that all?” Maddie raised an eyebrow at Thomas

“No, but I am not going to divulge you in what I am planning”

“Not even if I reward you for it?” She smiled coyly loosening Thomas tie, he cleared his throat and put his focus back to the film

“No, not going to work”

“Damn” Maddie cursed before looking at her wedding band on her finger Thomas noticed this, and turned his attention back to his wife

“What is it?”

“I can’t believe next week is our sugar wedding anniversary”

“It’s been six years and we’ve had two kids and yet I can still remember it as if it was yesterday” Thomas smiled at his wife

“Probably because I ruined it by making you cry because I told you I was pregnant with who would later be Izzy and completely destroyed your reputation as a heartless bastard”

“You didn’t ruin it, it made me the happiest man in the world twice over, and whilst I would be awful for someone to announce their pregnancy at another person’s wedding I think there are exceptions if you’re the bride and you’ve just found out you’re pregnant or you don’t announce it to everyone which you didn’t. And the Hollywood tabloids should have known I wasn’t heartless, just honest, by that point”

Thomas could remember that moment easily, it had just been just after the first dance, in which he’d surprised her by not telling her they were dancing to ‘Beauty and The Beast’ which had been her only dream wedding requirement as a child that had secretly stayed with her her entire life. She’d pulled him off to the side, telling him she had a surprise for him too, an extra wedding present, if you will, and handed him a small box with a positive pregnancy test in with a nervous smile. After opening it and realising what the hell it meant he had been so overjoyed that he’d completely forgotten about his reputation, pulled her into a tearful hug and spun her around happily, not caring if anyone saw them.

“That’s debatable, some would argue you’re just as heartless as the day you broke up with me” Maddie pulled him away from the memory teasingly

“That wasn’t my fault” he defended himself

“Relax, I know, if anything it was the ultimate bitch’s fault for the whole thing, and I’m glad that you knocked some sense into me to cut ties with her permanently especially after Teddy was born and besides, I like to think that without that three year blip in our relationship, we wouldn’t be where we are today”

“Well, I could argue we would be exactly where we are but go on” he said

“Where do you think we’d be now if you hadn’t crashed my wedding?”

“I did not crash your wedding! That would go completely against my character to....I merely delayed it a little, by strolling into the church a little late and expressed my opinion on the matter, you were the one who actually ended it and went with me”

Maddie raised an eyebrow at him again that was literally the definition of wedding crashing and objecting to one.

“Okay, fine, I did ‘crash’ it but I wouldn’t have without that letter from a certain someone”

“Touché”

“And to answer your question, exactly where we are now”

That took Maddie by surprise and she lifted her head to look at him

“Are you saying my marriage to Jason wouldn’t have worked out?”

“Jason was a misogynist, and a player, not to mention he spent most of the time down at a bar with his college friends, you said it yourself, you weren’t cut out for being, what was it that you said? ‘Being what Lizzie feared to be at the beginning of Shaun of The Dead’? I expect you’d have had it annulled and found your way back to me eventually”

“What makes you think I’d go back to you?”

“To quote your letter again you were ‘like Olivia Newton-John in Grease, you were hopelessly devoted’ to me and considering we were friends at that point it isn’t much of a stretch”

“Well, you are the Danny to my Sandy” Maddie smiled cheekily at him “or is it the other way round?”

Thomas chuckled at the joke before turning to the screen and pointing out a bit of the film

“this is a brilliant bit of Cinematography, North really captures the emotions the characters are feeling in a single shot”

“And there’s the man I married” Maddie smiled and turned to the screen snuggling into her husband and focused her attention to the film.

A while later the film had ended with surprisingly no interruptions by either of their children. Thomas switched off the tv, getting ready to go to bed, and looked down at his wife, her chest rising and falling at a steady pace, a peaceful look on her face, she had fallen fast asleep during the film. she must have had an exhausting day, looking after the children, which she had volunteered to do whilst he worked on his latest film. He smiled, as he tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear, his fingers lightly tracing the soft skin of her face.

“I love you” he whispered “so much” before leaning over to kiss the top of her head, Maddie stirred at the movement and opened her eyes sleepily to look at her husband

“What did you say?” She asked barely awake

“Just how I feel about you, now come on, it’s nearly midnight, and I have to be up at half five”

Maddie shifted off Thomas, allowing him to get up and offer her a hand up, she took it and they walked hand in hand upstairs to the master bedroom, where in less than ten minutes they were in bed, face to face

“Thomas?”

“Yes?”

“Would you change anything? If you could”

“Are you asking I regret being with you? Because if you are, I swear-“

“No, it’s just a thought that popped into my head”

Thomas took Maddie’s hand under the covers tracing her fingers with his.

“Eight years together, almost six years of marriage and two wonderful children, I wouldn’t change a single thing”

Maddie smiled and pulled him into a kiss, deep, and fraught with emotion, Thomas pulled Maddie on top of him, fully intending on it going further, when-

“Mommy!” A cry from Teddy echoed down the hall “Mommy!”

Maddie sighed and rolled off Thomas, sitting up and swinging her legs over the bed and standing up

“Those kids sure do have great timing” she muttered as she left of the room earning a laugh from Thomas as he watched her, a smile playing at his lips.

And he knew he was right in what he said to his wife. he wouldn’t change a bit of what he had. Not even for the world.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A/N: so thanks for reading, for anyone interested, I’m currently working on the entire story of how a fanfic on how they got back together on AO3, if anyone would be interested in reading (although chapters are slow on there), I might post it chapter by chapter on here, instead, but updates are probably going to be slow because I’ve also got university to look at, anyway, yeah, essentially Hunt crashed Maddie’s wedding....who knew he’d do such a thing 😂 but yeah, there’s a bit more to the story than that, which is why I am thinking of writing the whole story, but let me know if you want me to and I’ll tag you in it when I get round to posting on tumblr. I’ve also got a sad fanfic set in a AU, during HWU I’ve been debating on posting since the app is dead now, but if you want me to post it to read also let me know, Anyway thanks again for reading!

#mc #pixelberry #thomas hunt x mc #hwu game #hwu!mc #hunt x mc #mc x hunt #references to matt x mc #hollywood u: rising stars #choices: red carpet diaries

2 notes · View notes

ghost-nabbers-imagines · 5 years

Text

Werewolf! Larry x hunter! Reader

I’m sorry it took so long @soulless-lover-333 but here’s the do you requested. I hope you like it. It was a lot of fun to write!

My name is (Y/n) Helsing that’s right just like Van Helsing. I believe he was my great great grandfather if I remember right. We moved to the smal town of Nockfell for our mission. I guess there had been several reports of vampires and werewolves roaming the streets at night. So here we are temporarily moving into yet another smal town to kill these vile creatures.

After we dropped our stuff off in yet another cheap ass motel we made our way over to address we had been given. The building was called Addison Apartments and even though it looked run down this place gave me good vibes. I shut he door to our car and grabbed my small messenger bag making my way into the building’s lobby. A pretty woman with long dark hair was standing there waiting.

“Well hello there you must the Hellsing family. I’m Lisa Johnson I do a bunch of work around here. I’ll be the one showing you all around the apartments.”

My parents had used the cover of us being a family in search of a new home to get a good look around the building. The four of us made our way into an elevator where heavy metal began playing over the speaker. I recognized the band to be Sanity’s Fall one of my favorites. Their band logo was actually on my bag in the form of pins, and patches.

“Oh Larry again seriously? I apologize my son thinks he’s so funny. Actually (Y/n) dear he’s about your age if you want to go down to the basement and meet him and his friends.”

“There you go sweetheart you should go make some friends.”

I just shrugged and allowed them to drop my off on the basement floor. I could hear similar music playing as soon as I exited onto the floor. I tightened my grip on my bag strap as I confidently knocked on the door. A few mumbles could be heard on the other side before the door clicked open revealing a girl with dark brown hair opened the door.

“Hi how can I help you?”

“Uh hello. I’m (Y/n) I just moved to town. Lisa sent me down here.”

“Ah classic Lisa. Well come on in. I’m Ashley Campbell but you can call me Ash all my friends do. Follow me this way.”

I shut the door following her through the apartment to another room where a few other people were. There was a shorter blue haired guy who wore a full face mask and pigtails, a long haired brunette who I could assume was Lisa’s son, a red curly red haired guy with glasses who had what I would assume was his boyfriend’s arm wrapped around him.

“Guys this is (Y/n) Lisa sent her down to meet us.”

“Nice to meet you (Y/n) I’m Larry the son she told you about. The cool dude in the prosthetic is my best bud Sal. And the couple in the corner is Todd and Neil.”

I smiled as he offered out his hand to shake. When I extended my hand I couldn’t help but notice the amount of body hair on his arms and chest. He also had very long, thick, and unruly dark brown hair. And if I must admit he wasn’t the most unattractive person I’ve ever met.

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

We spent the rest of my time their that night listening to music and laughing. It was nice to finally act like someone my age for once. When my parents and I got back to our motel they questioned me about my friends to see if I had noticed anything monster like about them. Not quite sure and not wanting to sell out my new friends yet I lied saying I needed to learn more.

Over the next few weeks after some careful and sneaky observation I had learned that Larry was definitely a werewolf, Sal was a vampire, and Ash practiced witch craft. Usually we would have been out of here a week ago but this group had really taken a hold on me, especially Larry Johnson. They just weren’t like the evil creatures I had met. Today I had made plans with Sal and Larry planning on asking them for sure about who they are.

When I got to the apartments I made my way out to the back of the building. The guys and I had planned to investigate these myserious woods behind the apartments. Larry was already leaned against the tree his treehouse was in. His bag sat by his feet as he puffed on a cigarette. I couldn’t help but notice his defeated and glum body language.

“Hey Larry what’s wrong?”

“Oh hey (y/n). Well um, there’s something I need to tell you but you’re gonna wanna sit down.”

“Oh my god Larry are you pregnant?”

“Shut up you dork just listen ok.”

“Ok talk to me Johnson.”

“Well there’s something you don’t know about me. Something big. And I don’t tell a lot of people this. I always try to make sure I can trust people completely before telling them. But I really really like you. And I feel like I have to tell you this secret. (Y/n) the truth is I’m a-”

“A werewolf? I know. And I also know that Sal is a vampire and that Ash is a witch.”

“What?! How do you know? Is it that obvious???”

“No let’s just say I’ve done a lot of research on the supernatural.”

“And you’re not scared of me?”

“Or me?”

Sal had joined us and stood timidly next to Larry.

“No I’m not scared of either of you. And Larry I like you a lot too.”

Larry smiled widely and Sal let out a relieved breath. The three of us hugged tightly before we went off into the woods to do some exploring. Larry linked his hand in mine as we walked in between the huge trees and through the thick shrubbery. We spent hours out there having fun while the guys should me cool tricks they could do as monsters. Eventually Sal made his way back home leaving Larry and I alone. After it was well after midnight we made our way back to the apartments. Larry In wolf form put me on his back as he quickly raced through the woods.

“I really meant it earlier (Y/n). I’m kinda falling hard for you.”

“I could say the same for you Johnson.”

When we got back to the building he transformed into his normal self. He carefully sat me down keeping his big arms wrapped around my waist. Our faces slowly grew closer till I felt his lips press against mine. We stayed just like that till we needed to break for air. When he pulled away he had the biggest toothy grin on his face.

“So you’ll be my mate then?”

“Yes Larry I’ll be your mate.”

“Even if I smell like a dog and shed everywhere?”

“Yes Larry Even if you smell like a dog and she’s everywhere.”

He stepped back a bit pumping his fist in the air before letting out a long happy howl. I was so busy laughing at his excitable state that I didn’t notice the metal cage falling from his treehouse till it was too late. We both watched helplessly as the bottomless meal cage surrounded him. Larry reached out touching the bars only to recoil in pain. I’d recognize the cage anywhere. The bars were infused with silver and holy water. My dad moved from behind the other side of the wall dragging a tied up and lightly beaten Sal with him. My mom jumped from the treehouse aiming a super soaker I knew to be filled with holy water at Larry.

“Good work (Y/n) dearest.”

“Mom dad!? What are you guys doing?! Let them go!”

“Why would we do that sweetheart you know as well as we do that they’re disgusting monsters who need to be taken out just like all the others you’ve helped us slay.”

“(Y/n) what are they talking about?”

Larry looked at me so pained now. His big brown eyes laced with betrayal and anger. Sal was shaking with fear as he watched my father aim a machete at his neck.

“(Y/n) is a hunter. Just like us. In fact the three of have taken down quite a few of both your kinds.”

“You fucking liar. So everything you’ve said tonight was a fucking lie then? You don’t give a shit about me or Sal.”

“Larry that’s not true I promise! I didn’t know they were gonna do this!”

Larry snarled his teeth looking away angrily. I watched helplessly as my dad forced Sal onto his knees readying to swing the machete. Trying to think quickly I ran to Sal’s side shoving my dad as hard as I could catching him off guard enough to drop the machete.

“Sal go! Run!”

Sal looks from me to Larry not wanting to leave his best friend behind but also knowing he’s not in good enough condition to help.

“Go Sal. Have mom help you I’ll be fine.”

Sal transformed into a bat and took off into the apartments.

“Really (Y/n) you’ve fallen for their spell huh? Guess we’ll have to take care of the werewolf first then the vampire.”

My father angrily grabbed my by the collar of my shirt dragging me over to my mom’s side. She aimed the gun right towards Larry’s head as he watched the ground. Tears began to spill down my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut tight not wanting to see him get hurt because of me. When I instead of hearing a gunshot I heard my father start choking I opened my eyes to see him holding his throat as blood poured out of his mouth. I looked towards the trees to see Ash hidden with her spellbook in one hand her other hand raised towards my father. My mother seeing his state repositioned the fun back towards Larry and pulled the trigger. Before she did though I pulled myself from dad’s grasp and jumped in front of her. I heard the shot go off and some yelling before I fell to ground and blacked out.

~Time Skip to next morning~

My eyes fluttered open to see I was in a brightly lit hospital room. My body felt slightly numb but I could definitely feel someone holding my hand. I turned my head to see Larry’s head restiv in the bed his hand clutching mine. Lisa and Sal were both asleep in nearby chairs. I reached my hand down lightly push Larry’s hair out of the way. He slowly opened up his eyes waking up. When he realized I was awake he shot straight up standing by my side.

“Y-you’re awake. How do you feel.”

“Pretty numb. I’m so sorry Larry I didn’t mean for-”

“Shhh you don’t need to apologize for anything love. I just want you to focus on getting better.”

His hand lightly carressed my cheek as he smiled lovingly at me.

“Is Sal ok?”

“He’s fine just a bit bruised. About Sal. There’s something I need to tell you. When the paramedics and cops finally got there you had already lost too much blood. They brought you hear but said there wasn’t much we could do except wait. But one doctor kept telling us to prepare for the worst. So Sal had to um. He had to well bite you.”

“Bite me?! So like I’m a vampire?!?”

“Yes I’m so so sorry but it was the only way to save you. And now it’ll be the three of us forever.”

“That doesn’t sound that bad. And you guys are gonna teach me about how to be a vampire?”

“Hell yeah we are!”

“I think I could live with that.”

Larry smiled at me placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. Lisa and Sal has both woken up now and joined Larry by my side.

“How are you feeling dear?”

“Much better. Thank you Lisa. And Sal I am so so sorry for what they did to you.”

“It’s not your fault. Besides you saved us. I’m sorry you’re a vampire now though.”

“It’s ok. Although I’m not sure how well the homeless vampire is gonna work out. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”

“Homeless? Sweetheart you can move into the building with us. You can either share a room with Larry or I can see about using one of the vacant studio apartments.”

And that’s exactly what happened once I was released. I moved in with Lisa and Larry in Addison Apartments where I got to spend all my free time with my boyfriend and best friends. Sal was teaching how to be a good vampire and how to live without people’s blood. All in all it was a happily ever after.

23 notes · View notes

ionlyreadfivebookslastweek · 5 years

Text

Bless the Broken Road - 7

The next day, Jack called Jane to ask her how the date went.

“It was great!” she told him. “We had a really nice dinner and great conversation and he walked me to my door at the end of it.”

“And...”

“And that’s it.”

“That’s it?” he questioned.

“Yeah, that’s it. I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he just walked away,” you explained.

“Well, he said he had fun right?”

“Right.”

“Then I don’t think you did anything wrong, he was probably too nervous to do it,” Jack reassured her.

She heard what sounded like a door opening and closing in the background of the call.

“I have to go, my girlfriend just got here,” Jack told her.

“Wait, girlfriend?” Jane questioned, her eyes widening. “I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”

“Yeah, um, her name is Ashley.” “Well, I’m happy to hear that. Next time we talk, I need to hear more about this girl, but for now, I’ll let you go.”

“Alright, bye. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Later in the day, Jane was watching movies on her couch when she got another phone call, this time from Reid.

“Hey Spence!” she greeted, moving to sit up more.

“Hey, I was just calling to see what you were up to today,” he told her.

Through the phone, he could hear her tv, “YOU’RE WAND, HARRY!”

“Goblet of Fire?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yup!” she cheered.

“Anyways, would you be interested in going to the library’s coffee shop after the 10th doctor shows up?”

“Who?”

“David Tennant.”

“Barty Crouch Jr’s in Doctor Who?”

“I guess we haven’t gotten you that far in the series yet...whoops.”

“I’ll let it slide,” she told him with a shrug he couldn’t see. “Coffee sounds great.”

“Great! I’ll be over in 2 hours.”

A little over two hours later, Reid and Jane sat at a table in the coffee shop area of the library.

“This place is nice!” Jane told him, looking around at all the shelves full of books. He nodded in agreement. “Why’d you choose the library’s coffee shop over a regular coffee shop, say the one we both go to before work?”

“I figured this one would be quieter. And this way I could pick up a book or two while we’re here,” he explained.

“A book or two, more like a book or ten,” she laughed.

“Touche,” he chuckled. “So how’s Jack been doing?” he asked.

“He’s been doing well, thanks for asking. Um, I actually talked to him earlier in the day and apparently he has a girlfriend.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No. Today was the first time hearing about her and that was only because she had come over to his place. Otherwise, I’m not sure if he would’ve told me about her.”

“Maybe he was waiting to see if things were gonna go well first?” he suggested. Jane shrugged. “If you’re done with your coffee, do you want to walk around and find some books?”

“Yeah, sure!” Jane agreed. They threw away their cups and headed over to peruse the shelves.

After they looked around for a while, Jane spoke. “Speaking of not telling people things, maybe it’s best if we don’t tell the team about us quite yet,” she said.

He turned to look at her. “Us? As in we’re officially an us?”

She smiled. “I mean, yeah if you want to be.”

He stepped closer to her and took her chin in his hand, gently raising it up towards him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

When he pulled away, she grinned and said, “I take it that that’s a yes.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss.

“You know, we do work with a team of profilers,” Reid pointed out as they turned back to look at the books again. “They’re going to find out eventually.”

”I know,” Jane assured him. “But I just don’t want them to make a big deal out of it right now. Can we please keep it a secret for a while?”

”Alright,” he agreed. “We can do that.”

~~~

Around mid-morning on Monday, the team had a case come in. They gathered in the roundtable room and Garcia began the briefing.

“Over the last few months, four women have been found dead on the edge of town in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee. All had signs of sexual assault and had a COD of blunt force trauma to the head,” she shared with the team.

Hotch signaled an end to the briefing after a bit more discussion, telling the team, “Wheels up in 30.”

When the team touched down in Tennessee, Reid and Addison worked together on victimology.

“The UNSUB definitely has a type. Perhaps these women were surrogates for the real object of his frustration, probably an ex-girlfriend,” Jane pondered, examining the photos they had hung on the board.

“Probably,” Reid agreed. “All women were in their twenties and had brown hair with blue eyes..” he trailed off, turning to look at her. She looked a lot like the victims.

After the team delivered the profile, they called it a day and headed out to dinner.

“How’s Henry doing, JJ?” Reid asked, making conversation.

“He’s good! He misses you, you’ll have to come to visit sometime,” JJ replied.

Rossi turned to Hotch and asked, “And what about Jack? How’s he doing?”

“He’s good,” Hotch informed them.

“I didn’t know your son’s name was Jack,” Jane spoke. “That’s my brother’s name.”

“How’s he been doing?” Morgan inquired.

She turned to him. “He’s doing better. He even has a girlfriend now,” she shared. “I promised him that if he gets better and sticks to taking his medication that he could come have dinner with all of us sometime.”

“We’d all love to meet him,” JJ told her. The others nodded in agreement.

After dinner, they all headed back to the hotel for the night. Before heading off to their separate rooms, Reid asked Jane if she wanted to grab coffee in the morning.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll see you then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

In the morning, the pair met in the lobby to head to coffee. Before they could leave, Rossi entered the room and spotted them.

“Good morning,” he greeted them.

“Good morning,” Jane repeated back to him.

“Are you two heading out to get coffee?”

“Yeah,” Reid confirmed.

“Good. I’ll come with. I’d like to grab some too.”

Together, the three set out to find a local coffee shop. They had some time, so they found a table and sat down for a while.

Spencer looked at Jane from across the table. Rossi sat between them. He gave her a sideways smile as they sat in awkward silence, Rossi completely ignorant to the fact that he had intruded on a date.

After another few minutes of agonizing silence, the three headed to the station to meet with the rest of the team and review the information they had so far. During their review, the sheriff came in to tell them that they just got a call about another girl going missing. Her mother had been the one to report her disappearance.

“Reid and Addison, go talk to the mother. See what you can find out about her,” Hotch ordered.

They grabbed the keys to the SUV and quickly headed out.

The missing girl’s mother let them into her home and invited them to sit down in her living room while they asked her about her daughter.

“Mrs. Scott, is your daughter involved with anyone currently?” Jane asked her.

“No, not right now. But Kali was with a man about five months ago. His name was Corey Jones,” the woman shared.

“Was it serious?” Reid asked.

“Yeah, I believe it was, but she broke it off and he wouldn’t leave her alone. She finally got a restraining order against him a couple months ago. She had to move pharmacies too.”

“Pharmacies?” Jane questioned.

“They worked at the same pharmacy and she had to transfer to a different one to avoid him,” she clarified.

“Which pharmacy was that?”

“The Walgreens one on Lebanon Road.”

The pair stood up. “Alright, thank you for your time, Mrs. Scott.”

They exited the house and headed back to the vehicle. Reid pulled out his phone and called Garcia, putting it on speaker phone.

“What can I do for you, boy and girl wonder?”

“Garcia, can you see which pharmacies the victims used?” Jane asked.

“Of course I can, love. Just give me a sec….all of them went to the Walgreens on Lebanon Road.”

“Can you see if a Corey Jones is working right now?” Reid asked.

“He is indeed, Tarzan,” she confirmed after a moment of searching.

“Tarzan?”

“Oh come on. Tarzan and Jane?”

Spencer and Jane shared a look and Jane said, “Bye, Garcia.” before reaching over and hanging up the phone. “We need to call Hotch. The rest of the team is closer.”

They called him and informed them all about what they learned. While the rest of the team went to arrest Jones, Reid and Addison headed back to the station to work on a geographic profile. They still needed to find Kali Scott.

When they brought Jones in, Rossi and Morgan interrogated him. Hotch, Reid, and Jane watched from outside the room. So far, Jones refused to say a word to them.

“This is going nowhere. He’s never going to tell them where she is,” Jane pointed out.

“Just trust them,” Reid told her.

She let out a groan of frustration and turned to Hotch. “Let me talk to him.”

“What? No!” Reid protested.

“Please, Hotch!”

“You’ve never interrogated anyone before!” Reid pointed out.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything! Their tactics aren’t working. Maybe a different one will.”

Both looked at Hotch expectantly.

“Alright,” he said. He went over to the door and knocked, telling Morgan and Rossi to come out.

Reid touched Jane’s arm and she turned to him. “I don’t want you in there with him,” he insisted.

“Cause I look like the victims? I’ll have Hotch with me. He can’t hurt me. I’ll be fine, trust me!”

He sighed and took a step back, allowing her to follow Hotch into the room. Hotch remained in the back of the room while Jane took a seat across from Jones.

“Well hello there, beautiful. Who might you be?” Jones asked, speaking for the first time since he was brought in.

“My name is Dr. Addison,” she introduced herself.

“Hello, doctor. You can examine me all you want. Maybe you’ll let me examine you too,” he smirked.

“I hate this guy,” Reid growled, watching from outside the room.

“Calm down, man,” Morgan warned him. “She can handle it.”

“What happened with Kali?” Jane asked Jones.

He scoffed and leaned back in his chair. “Like I’d tell you where she is.”

“I didn’t ask you where she is. I asked what happened,” Jane clarified.

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I mean what happened between the two of you before all of this occurred? You were so close, inseparable. You had moved in together, I bet you were even considering buying a ring soon.” He looked away. “You did buy a ring, didn’t you? You proposed and she said no.”

“I did everything for her and made that night perfect! It was supposed to be the perfect night; low lit room with no noise other than crickets around us, the moon peering through the cracks of the wood, and she said no.”

“She did, but you couldn’t believe it. You were in denial. You pretended as if it never happened and you were still together. You wouldn’t leave her alone until one day she gave you a restraining order and you were forced to take to other methods. If she wouldn’t be yours voluntarily, she’d have to be forced.”

He leaned forward. “You’ll never find her. I’m not charged with anything. I can’t be held here forever.”

“I think we’re done here.” Jane got up and exited the room, Hotch following after her.

“What good did that do?” Reid questioned as they exited the room.

Her brow furrowed. “I thought you would have caught on and called Garcia by now.” She pulled out her phone and called up the tech genius. “Hey Garcia, does Corey Jones own any rural property?” she asked.

“No, he does not,” she informed them.

“What about family members? Parents, siblings…”

“Looks like his parents owned an acreage. When they died, it remained vacant. Sending address now.”

“Thanks, Garcia.”

“But how did you-” Reid began.

“He told me where to look by describing the proposal night,” Jane explained. They began to head towards the SUVs. “Low light, cricket sounds, cracks in the wood,” she listed. “He proposed in a barn and it’s likely that’s where he’s been keeping Kali.”

“Alright! Girl wonder figures something out before boy wonder can,” Morgan teased.

“Morgan, not the time,” Jane scolded.

JJ met the rest of the team at the SUVs and they all climbed in, racing off to the location Garcia sent them.

They were able to find Kali Scott alive in the barn, just as Jane had predicted. Kali confirmed that it was Jones who had abducted her and they were able to charge him, putting an end to the case.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bless The Broken Road Masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~

Tag List:

@cynbx @neon-deanmon @drw0301bieber

23 notes · View notes

mlovesstories · 6 years

Text

Their Four (HDF Part 9)

Summary- Addy pushes limits.

AN- A whole lotta strong Danneel in this.

mtg- meeting

tmrw- tomorrow

Word Count: Too long. Not sorry.

Whole Ackles Fam and Clif

January, 2017

“Sit,” Clif told Addy. She planted herself on the couch in the living room. “Tell her what happened,” he had never drawn a line with her like this. Clif was her buddy. Not tonight.

“Hold on. Clif, what are you still doing here? Jensen is in LA,” Danneel rubbed her temples. ��And again, I ask, what are you doing out at 1:30am, Addy?”

Clif answered first, “I am flying out tomorrow, or today, I mean. Jensen and Jared got an earlier flight.” He gave her a reassuring look.

“Your turn, Addy. Why did Clif bring you home from somewhere in the middle of the night?” Danneel turned to her daughter who sat nervously on the couch.

“Umm. I was hanging out with friends.”

“You reek of alcohol. I can smell it from here, Addy. You went against what your dad and I told you. Now Clif’s night is ruined, and I will be getting zero sleep.” The mom couldn’t react without getting angry with her daughter. “Go to bed. We will talk about this when I can think straight.”

“It’s still all about other people. Clif, you, the babies. What about me? I am here too. In case you forgot about your first kid. Am I important anymore?” Addy was getting loud.

“Addy, of course you are a part of this family too. We have had to adjust to new schedules with the babies, I realize that, but that does not excuse what you did. This was not the way to get our attention appropriately. Get your ass up to bed before I call Dad right now and interrupt his sleep too. Go.”

Well, this sucks.

Addy gave no response as she exited and ascended the stairs to her room.

At 9:00am, Addy’s phone screamed at her.

“Hello?”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

“Hi to you too, Dad. I went out with friends, no big deal,” she gave a snarky response. “Aren’t you happy that I’m alive, at least? And I used my resources well. Cliffy is awesome.”

“Knock off the attitude and realize the magnitude of what you did. Your mom told me she has it handled. I believe her. I’d be more scared of her than me. I just wanted to call and let you know that you are on thin ice with both of us. See you when I get home, Addison.” He hung up.

“Good morning, Addy.” Danneel was eerily calm.

“Hi, Mom.”

“After breakfast we are going to talk. Your food is on the table. Fifteen minutes.”

She walked off to go take care of the babies with Addy’s grandma.

“Get over here. Now.” Danneel was commanding but not loud.

Addy walked from the sink back to the breakfast area. Danneel motioned for her daughter to sit in the chair that she had just left.

“I don’t need to remind you how irresponsible your actions were last night, do I?”

“I was just having fun, Mom! It was New Year’s! I wanted to hang with friends! What’s wrong with that?” Addy was so tired of being the good kid. Now was the time to start the teenage rebellion.

“Well, one, we explicitly told you no drinking just a few weeks ago because you are FOURTEEN. Two, you snuck out and went to a party that you knew we wouldn’t approve of. Three, you put yourself and Clif in danger on the ride home because many people drink and drive on New Year’s.

“But-” Addy tried to get her view in.

“No. You were irresponsible and do not seem to understand that you could have been hurt or hurt someone else because you were compromised. What you do has an impact on others. You’re lucky your actions didn’t ruin anyone else’s night. Now, you will see what an impact you CAN have. For the rest of your Christmas break, your time will be spent at home.” Addy opened her mouth to protest, but Danneel didn’t give her the chance. “You will help me with JJ and the babies, and your chores will be increased.”

“MOM!”

“Be quiet!” Danneel was angry. “I love you, but this is the dumbest thing you have ever done. Your dad also asked me to have you write an essay on how you will think the next time you are tempted to try this again. He will let you know what he wants specifically.”

“This isn’t fair! He said he would let you handle it!” Addy sassed. She was threw her hands up in the air.

“What’s not fair is Clif having to make sure that you get home safely after you made a not-so-safe decision. His job is to worry about your dad’s safety, not to be on-call for you. What’s not fair is you making others worry about your future choices because of this one that we are dealing with right now. What’s not fair is not being able to trust you anymore. You have a choice. You can either be quiet and do what I say with respect, or you can be obnoxious and make it worse for yourself. Which one do you want?”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll do it,” she huffed.

“Here is your to-do list for today. You better get started. We have a lot of stuff to get done.”

Danneel’s list for Addy was long. Addy didn’t get to sit down all day. She helped her mom and did chores that she didn’t even know existed. Addy couldn’t wait to go to bed. She soon realized that wasn’t possible yet. Addy forgot she had to write the stupid essay. She had received a text from her dad earlier that day.

Dad:

5 paragraphs, 4 sentences per paragraph, typed, double-spaced. On my desk at 9am.

Addy:

Fine.

Addy knew she was being rude, but she really didn’t care. Other than the fact that she didn’t want to extend her newfound prison-like life, she couldn’t care less about a lot of things.

Text from Jensen:

we need to chat with Addy- she was completely out of line with me this morning. I land at 1 tmrw. family mtg after?

Danneel:

sounds good. get back soon. the teenager might listen to you better than me.

Jensen:

I’m sure you are doing just fine, but we can both talk to her later. time for press stuff, gotta go. love you.

Danneel knew it would only get harder before Addy understood their reasoning for her consequences. The family as a whole needed to change their approach with her continuing to be selfish and bad-mannered.

Addy finished her essay that evening before she went to bed. She was careful about making sure that it seemed like she had changed, but her anger grew. Her essay was put on Jensen’s desk, and she went to sleep. She assumed she would be able to sleep in the next day, but that was not the case. Addy was woken up by JJ who needed a sippy cup.

Her little sister jumped on top of her. “Go away, JJ! Go get Mom.”

Addy was not happy.

“Momma told me to ask you. She said time to get up. She busy wif Zeppy.”

“Ugh. Get off me. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“No! Now! I firsty! I waited for Momma, now I wait for you. No. I need water.” JJ was getting frustrated.

“Get her water. Now, please.” Danneel stuck her head in the door frame. Addy plastered on a very obvious fake smile and walked with JJ downstairs.

“Here you go,” Addy said as she handed JJ a sippy cup with water.

“No! I want Olaf cup!” JJ did not want the one Addy tried to give her.

“Will you stop being a brat?!” As soon as she said it, she wished she could take it back. JJ’s eyes filled with tears, and she ran off.

Dang it. Sorry, Mom.

“Mom! Addy is a meanie butthead!” JJ ran down the hallway.

Danneel picked up her middle daughter and walked into the kitchen.

“All she needed was water, and you couldn’t even do that without an attitude. You will be on JJ Duty today instead of your chores I was going to give you. If you continue your behavior, you will be in your room until your dad gets home. And don’t forget that she is young. Teach her how to ask nicely instead of getting mad. Got it?” Danneel put JJ down and handed her the Olaf sippy cup that Addy had filled, per JJ’s request.

“Okay.” Addy was furious even though she gave in.

I have to watch the toddler? This will not end well.

“I will be with the babies. Unless JJ is dying, you are in charge of her. I’ll write down her schedule. You need to learn that you can have a positive or negative effect on people. Your choices influence others, bad, such as drinking, or good, like playing with your sister. Go have a positive impact on JJ today.”

Not the reverse psychology crap.

“Come on, JJ. Let’s get you dressed for the day.”

The two older siblings did many activities. Both were worn out by lunch. JJ was put down for a nap, and Addy cleaned up the mess they had made during Barbie time. She was about to explode. Honestly, she didn’t know why she was acting the way she was, but she embraced this new version of herself. Addy was tired of the responsibility of being the example, perfect student, perfect child.

Jensen arrived home while JJ and the twins were sleeping. Addy was less than happy about his homecoming. He put his luggage away and then called a family meeting.

“Addy,” Jensen walked into the kitchen, “family room.”

She looked up at him and then put the dishes down. Addy dried her hands and walked out after him.

Not him too.

They all sat quietly with an awkward silence while everyone took their places.

“Addy, we have not seen an improvement of your attitude,” Danneel said.

“You were completely out of line with your texts and the way you have been interacting with others,” Jensen supported his wife.

“My attitude?! Mine?! What about you? Mom, you don’t spend time with me anymore. And Dad, you completely ignored me once you got home for hiatus! What happened to our father-daughter stuff? We didn’t go pick a tree, or watch movies, or even swap gag gifts this year!” Addy was seething. She stood up in anger.

“Addy! Sit. Down.” Danneel commanded.

“No. I’m done being perfect. I’m done with being the one everyone looks to. I saw an opportunity to have fun over break, so I took it.”

“Who in the hell says you have to be perfect? We don’t! You’re a kid, you make mistakes. So do we.”

“Have you been on the internet lately? I’m the daughter of the hottest couple. I live the dream life, apparently,” she sarcastically quoted social media.

“Oh, Addy. Please don’t read that stuff,” Jensen was starting to understand. “We know that it’s been hard on you. But I also told you we would figure it out, right?”

“Look how good that worked out,” Addy said with a huff under her breath.

Danneel responded with, “Baby, you gotta tell us. Use your sass for good and speak up. We know it’s been a crazy few weeks, but it will get better, I promise.”

“I miss you,” Addy almost broke into tears, referencing both her parents. She wanted to be acknowledged without them asking her to do something. Addy finally told them this. With only one tear shed, she shared that she just wanted to be validated.

“We’re sorry you felt ignored. That wasn’t fair,” Jensen reassured Addy.

“What you did was still not ok. You understand that, right?” Danneel restated her question from the previous few days.

“I know. I’m sorry,” stated Addy. She was excused to finish the dishes while her mom and dad talked.

The issues had been voiced. They still had to take care of something though.

“Your restrictions stand for the rest of today and tomorrow. The last few days of your vacation are yours though. Your dad may even spoil you a little,” Danneel winked at Addy.

“Really?” Addy was so surprised. “What about you, Mom? Can we get someone to watch the younger ones so I can have you too?”

“I’m sure we can figure something out, princess,” Jensen stood up from the couch and hugged his oldest. Danneel wasn’t far behind.

@luci-in-trenchcoats @katymacsupernatural @unicornblood4ever @ellie-andthemachine @fangirl-moment-x @empirialwolf @winchesters-favorite-girl @super100012 @dancingalone21 @waywardnewcomer @percywinchester27 @waywardsuns @supernatural-jackles @mcallmestiles @mandyreese @sdavid09 @kingandrear @bellero @rosiewinchester .@iliketowrite02

#supernatural #supernatural rpf #jensen ackles #danneel harris #danneel ackles #danneel x daughter #daughter x jensen #jj ackles

63 notes · View notes

woods2006gal · 6 years

Text

There Will Be Blood

Addison sighs as she stares at her computer screen. She was confused; confused about what Sarah had told her and about what she had read in Patrick’s journals. Nothing was making any sense and what little did make seemed to contradict something else. “Okay, man, I have read this more times than the Playboy I found in Dad’s duffel,” Dean says, breaking the silence over the cabin. He was stretched out on the couch, with the notebook containing the translated word of God in his hands.

“Anna Nicole,” Sam questions.

“Anna Nicole. Oh, the good, they die young, huh.” Dean runs a hand over his face. “Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed. It ain’t getting any clearer.”

“So, then what does it mean,” Addison asks, closing her Macbook.

“Uh, cut off the head and the body will flounder. Well, I think we all agree that, uh, the head is Dick. Right?”

“Right,” Sam agrees.

“So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff and we mix ourselves a weapon. End of story,” Dean tells them, grabbing a beer off the coffee table and taking a swig.

“Look, I’m all for killing Dick. I’m just saying, what then,” Sam argues. “I mean, what about the rest of the Leviathan? What? Are they just gonna drop dead?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Maybe? Maybe is good enough for you right now?”

“One problem at a time, all right?”

“Okay. But it's not a crazy idea to try and figure out what the catch is before we go crashing the gate.”

“Maybe this is the catch. God’s not telling us every detail. You know? The word is from God. I don’t know how much better it’s gonna get.”

Addison stands up. “I’m gonna go for a run. I’m going stir crazy sitting in here.”

“I’ll join you,” Sam says, shutting his laptop.

Dean shakes his head. “You two are a couple of freaks.”

“Says the man who has Dick on his mind,” Addison retorts, walking out of the room.

~*~

“So, you want to tell me what is bothering you,” Sam asks, as he and Addison walk back to the cabin. They had done a three mile run. She shoots him a confused look. “I know you, Ads. There’s something bothering you.”

Addison sighs and grabs his arm. She bites her lip for a moment. “If I tell you, you have to promise to never tell Dean,” she says.

“Ads—”

“I’ve kept your secrets, Sam. You owe me.”

Sam lets out a huff, not okay with lying to Dean. “Okay. I won’t tell.”

“Sarah told me there were other tablets. An angel tablet, a demon tablet, and one about us.”

“Humans?”

Addison shakes her head. “No. On Sarah…and me. She…Sarah said I could have powers. The tablet on her and her decedents probably has the spell to activate my powers.”

“Powers like Sarah’s?”

“Yes! I think we should find it. And do the spell. Sarah doesn’t use hers. So, we don’t know what the full extent of them.”

Sam sighs. “Ads, that’s a bad idea.”

“Why is it a bad idea? If I have these powers, then think of all the good that will come of them. We don’t have to worry about going to hospitals or running out of wine. What if I can touch a monster and it’s gone. Just poof.”

“It’s a bad idea. There’s a reason you don’t have powers in the first place. Let’s not mess with it,” Sam says, then walks past her.

~*~

Addison rolls her eyes as she sits on the couch watching a video on Sucrocorp on Sam’s laptop. Sam was sitting next to her. “Little FYI,” Dean says, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Bobby’s officing out of the john these days.”

“That’s awkward,” Addison replies.

Dean sits down in a nearby armchair and puts his feet up on the coffee table. “Yeah, you’re telling me. Uh, he does have some ideas about the weapon though.”

“Really? Well, uh, he may be just time,” Sam tells him, bringing up an article about Dick Roman and how he had just brought another company.

“Roman acquires…” Dean trails off. “What’s Sucrocorp?”

“They made food additives, namely high fructose corn syrup. That shit is in…well, it’s in just about everything. Um, soda, sauces, bread.”

“Don’t say pie.”

“It’s definitely in pie,” Addison says.

“Bastards. So now what? Roman’s moved past restaurants?”

“And into grocery stores, gas n’ sips, vending machines,” Sam explains.

“What can we do about it?”

“Short of going Al Qaeda on their trucks and plants, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Like I said, uh, Bobby’s got some ideas.”

~*~

Addison stands back, watching as the boys set up a table to do a summoning spell. Dean had filled them in on everything that Bobby had told him and they had done the easiest part, which was filling a vial up with Addison’s blood. Dean steps back from the table after slicing his palm and letting his blood drip into the bowl. Sam finishes the spell, then lights a match and tosses it into the bowl. Flames shoot up and Crowley appears in the room. “Hello, boys, Ads,” Crowley greets. The trio sets to filling the king of Hell on what had been going on with Dick Roman. “So, that’s what all the ‘rumble, rumble’ was about.”

“Who translated it for you,” Dean questions, then shakes his head. “Never mind. You gonna give us the blood or not?”

“Happily. But not quite yet. I’m all for chopping Dick, but I can’t have you running around with a vial of my blood, now, can I? You know the sheer number of nefarious spells my enemies can use that blood for?”

“Well, then when?”

“Last. After you’ve got all the other components. Most difficult, the angel part, I’m assuming. Given your role in their little apocalypse, I can’t imagine the choirboys upstairs are wetting their vestments to do you - what’s the word - a solid. Unless, of course, you have an angel up your sleeve.”

“Well, that’d be convenient, but, uh, no.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam tells the demon. “We’ll get the angel blood one way or another. We just need you to be ready next time we call.”

“Fine.” Crowley smirks. “Oh, here’s a tip. I have it on good authority there’s one Alpha still among us.”

“Whose,” Addison questions.

“Mine. Wily character, that Alpha vampire. Somehow made good his prison break before Cas went nuclear on the place.”

“How do you know this?”

“Keep your friends close, your enemies, blah blah. Needless to say, I keep tabs. He moves around quite a bit. But I have an inkling I know where to start the Easter egg hunt. Happy trails.”

Crowley vanishes. “Okay. Where, jackass,” Dean shouts.

The flames on the table rise and die down. “Hoople, North Dakota,” Sam says, reading the words craved into the table.

“Piece of paper would have worked.”

~*~

Addison frowns as she looks around the gas station. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary when she had entered earlier to use the bathroom. But she was now noticing the people around the small store. She spots the boys enter the gas station and makes her way over to them. “I’m talking pure hatred, Dean,” Sam says. “No humanity. I mean, he could…kill, possess people. I mean, Bobby could burn this fucking building down. Look if he goes off the rails—”

“Do the people in here seem out of it,” Addison interrupts. “Look at the guy.” She motions to where a man was pumping a large amount of mustard onto a hot dog.

“I - I don’t know,” Sam replies. “Maybe.”

“And what about the lady who is staring into the cooler of beer?”

“Yeah, they…they look like, uh, like those turducken people. It’s starting.” Sam picks up a can off a nearby display. “Its the corn syrup. Everything in the store is laced with it.”

“Everything,” Dean questions, looking around the store. “Hey, guys, I’m gonna go into toxic shock, okay? I - I need my road food.”

“And I’m sure that’s exactly what Dick Roman is counting on,” Addison counters.

“Hey. Hey.” Dean picks up a container with a slice of pie inside it. There was a bright orange sticker, proclaiming that it was ‘natural.’ “This one says ‘natural.’ That means it’s safe. Right?”

Sam takes the pie out of his older brother's hand. “I hate to break it to you, but corn syrup is natural. Technically.”

“Well, then what the hell are we supposed to eat,” Dean argues. Addison grabs a banana and a bottle of water and shoves it at his chest, with a smirk.

~*~

The trio is parked outside of a large house at the address Crowley had given them. Dean was looking through a pair of binoculars while Sam and Addison try to see if there’s any guards. “It’s totally dark,” Dean tells them. “I can’t see inside.”

“Well, should we wait for daylight," Sam asks, looking between Dean and Addison.

“Hell no,” Bobby says, appearing in the backseat. “We’re not waiting. I’ll scout it. See if we need to bring in the big guns.”

“I don’t know,” Sam counters. Bobby disappears as Sam turns to the back seat. “Look, Bobby…” He trails off after seeing the hunter was gone.

“Okay,” Bobby says, reappearing. “Place is clear. But there’s something you’re gonna want to see.”

Addison shakes her head, grabbing her machete off the floor. “Let’s go.” The trio climbs out of the car and makes their way into the house. As they enter a room, they find three bodies stretched out over a table.

“Careful,” Dean tells them, leaning over to look at one of the bodies. Vampire teeth were visible, along with burn marks around the mouth. The body next to it was the same way. “You know a way to kill vamps with battery acid?”

“Only way I know is beheading,” Bobby answers.

“Yeah, well, these vamps ate something that didn’t agree with them,” Addison says.

“Hey,” Sam says. He motions to the wall behind them. “Check out that. Something seem weird to you?”

“Yeah, see if you can find a switch or a lever or something,” Dean replies.

“Don’t need one,” Bobby says and walks through the wall.

The trio searches the wall. Sam picks up a book and discovers a button. “Hey.” Sam presses the button and they watch as a hidden door opens up. They enter the room to find Bobby and a young woman. The woman moves closer to the fireplace, tightly clutching a teddy bear. “Dean, Ads. Machete.”

They hid their machetes. “Hey,” Dean greets. “Look. We’re not gonna hurt you. Okay.” They trio shows the woman their teeth, reassuring her that they weren’t vampires. “No fangs. See.”

“We just want to talk,” Addison softly tells her. After getting the young woman a cup of tea, they group sits down in the room.

“I was eight,” the young woman says. “My mom left me at the playground while she ran to the store. A man approached me and said I was the prettiest girl there. And I’ve been living with these…things…ever since. At least until now.”

“Do you have any idea why,” Sam questions.

“I’m one of his special girls. All the others, it was their job to make sure I was ready for the Alpha, whenever he came. Wash me, give me my IV bags every day. It’s my only food. So my blood’s pure.”

“And they’ve been doing this for almost twelve years,” Addison asks.

“Virgins are a delicacy. He always has at least one of us on hand.”

“Well, don’t worry, okay,” Sam tells her. “We’re gonna get you back to your mother.”

“Think she remembers me?”

“Of course she does. Don’t you remember her?”

The young woman shakes her head. Dean motions to the vampires on the table. “Hey, these, uh, these guys, they, uh friends of yours,” he asks.

“They take care of the Alpha when he’s here. Or did.”

“What happened to them,” Sam questions.

“A week ago, they came back from what they said was an easy hunt. Three humans just came, didn’t put up any fight. But when they started on them, the vampires screamed in pain. The ones who ate died immediately.”

“And the ones who didn’t?”

“There was only. When he saw what happened, he moved to animals. He’s out hunting as we speak.”

“Never heard of vamps being allergic to humans before,” Dean says, turning to Sam and Addison.

“You think maybe it’s the corn syrup,” Sam asks. “I mean, think about it. The Gas n’ Sip was lousy with stoners. All ripe for the picking.”

“She did that it was an easy hunt,” Addison reminds.

“Do you know where the Alpha is now?”

“I don’t know,” the young woman answers. “Maybe. He has a place he goes when something’s wrong. He call it his retreat.” Sam pulls out his phone. “What is that?”

“That’s, uh, that’s Sam douche tracker,” Dean replies. Addison shoots him an incredulous look. “Helps up find the Alpha. All we need’s an address.”

“I don’t know. But I remember things that maybe can help.”

“That’s okay,” Sam reassures. “Just do the best you can.”

~*~

“I can’t do this, guys,” Dean complains as they walk out of the grocery store. Sam was carrying a bag of fresh vegetables and fruit. Addison rolls her eyes. “I can’t live on rabbit food. I’m - I’m a warrior.”

“You’ll be fine,” Addison tells him.

“You don’t know that, Ads.”

“So, what’s next on the list,” Sam asks.

“Well, if we’re bum rushing the Alpha, then we’re gonna need dead man’s blood, which mean a morgue. Or…”

“Or what,” Sam and Addison asks.

They follow Dean’s gaze to where a man was sitting on a bench, drinking a Big Gulp. “You fucking kidding me,” Addison says, shaking her head.

“Forget the morgue. We are swimming in vamp poison,” Dean tells them.

“No, we can’t just walk up to someone and ask for their blood,” Addison argues. She turns to Sam, hoping he would take her side. She finds a contemplative look on his face. “Seriously?”

They walk over to the man. “Excuse me, sir,” Sam says. “Hi. We’re with the…Red Cross? See, we have an emergency shortage.” He pulls out his FBI badge. “And we’re gonna need you to…” Sam trails off when the man looks up at him with a blank look. “You’re not getting a word I’m saying, are you?”

“Hey,” Dean says, snapping his fingers in the man’s face. He sits down next to him. “Hold out your arm. We need your blood.”

“Dean,” Addison snaps as the man holds out an arm.

“All right, Sam.” Dean pulls out the syringe and hands it to Sam. “Tap the keg.”

“Here,” Sam disbelievingly asks.

“Yeah, Sam, look around. It’s fucking Woodstock. Everybody’s hopped up on the brown acid. We don’t need the song and dance. Give him a little prick.”

Addison shakes her head as she sits down next to Dean. Sam sits on the other side of the man and pushes the syringe into the back of the man’s hand. “Ow! That hurts. This is for Hurricane Katrina, you said,” the man asks.

“Yes. Yes. I did.”

“So, look, uh, when we get there…” Sam trails off.

“Yeah?”

Sam glances back at the car where the young woman, whose name they learned was Emily, was sitting. “Bobby’s gonna have to hang back. Do you disagree?”

“He ain’t gonna like it. I mean, he helped us in getting Emily.”

“Look, I’m Team Bobby, too. Okay? But there’s a reason we left him in the car with Emily. You know that. The more action he sees, the more chance he gets to spin out.”

Dean turns to Addison and she sighs. “I’m with Sam on this one,” she softly tells him.

“All right, fine. So, we’ll keep him off the front lines and he can just, you know, keep calm and carry on, right.” A police car slowly drives by them, with ‘Why Can’t We Be Friends’ blaring from the speakers.

“Well and if he can’t,” Sam asks.

~*~

"When they hauled you off to vamp camp, do you remember how long the drive was,” Dean questions Emily as their latest piece of junk car speeds down the dark highway. Emily was sitting in the backseat with Addison.

“We left at night," Emily tells him. “Got in before dawn.”

“Maybe six or seven hours,” Addison asks.

“I think so, yes.”

“Do you remember any highways,” Sam asks.

Emily shakes her head. “No. We only took back roads.”

“Okay. So, figure they averaged forty-five miles per—”

“Couldn't have been more than three hundred miles,” Dean interrupts.

“Right.”

“What direction were you going?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“You’re doing fine, Emily,” Addison softly reassures. “Is there anything else you can remember?”

“Bells. As we pulled up, I heard these loud bells.”

“What it still dark out?”

“You thinking church, Ads,” Dean asks.

“That’s too early for mass. More like a monastery. Monks get up at four a.m. to pray.”

Dean shakes his head. “Can’t get laid. Can’t sleep in. A fucking tragedy. Okay, so, Alpha’s camping next to, a, uh, monkey house.” He glances at his younger brother and finds Sam glued to his phone. “How many we got in range?”

“Looks like one. Just outside, uh…” Sam trails off as they speed past a sign declaring they were entering Missoula, Montana.

They drive to the nearby monastery and park in front of the gates. “This is where he took me,” Emily tells them, looking around.

Sam frowns, noticing that someone appeared to be patrolling the area. He notices another person standing guard on the roof. “Are you sure?”

Emily nods. “What now?”

“We’ll get you someplace safe. Circle back and Ginsu these leeches,” Dean says.

~*~

Addison raises an eyebrow as the TV host talks about the details of a house. The trio had checked into a nearby motel in order to leave Emily somewhere safe. Addison turns as Dean holds out one of the syringes filled with blood from a stoner. “All right, here we go,” Dean says, handing a syringe to Sam. “Ten ccs of vamptonite.” Sam and Addison shoot him annoyed looks. “It’s a thing.”

“What’s a Kardashian,” Emily asks.

“Oh, that’s, uh, just another bloodsucker.”

An alarmed look appears on Emily’s face. “He’s joking,” Addison reassures. “Dean isn’t good at making jokes.”

“What,” Dean replies, walking over to the safe. “I’m hilarious.”

“Here,” Sam says, holding out a piece of paper to Emily. “If we’re not back by dawn, call this number. Jody Mills. She’s a friend. She’ll take care of you. Here, use this phone.” He also hands her an older flip phone.

“You gotta hang here,” Dean quietly says as he puts Bobby’s flask in the safe. “For your own good. Capiche?”

“Sam,” Emily says, standing up. “Thank you.”

“You bet.”

Dean opens the motel door and it slams shut. “It was wind,” Dean tells an alarmed Emily. He shoots her a smile that didn’t come off as reassuring. “Chill out, Bobby,” he whispers. “We’ll be back soon.”

Dean opens the door and the trio walks out. “Well, he didn’t take that very well,” Sam says.

“How’d you think he was gonna take it?”

Sam bumps into a cleaning cart being pushed by a maid. “Excuse me,” the maid says and continues walking down the hallway.

“Sorry,” Sam apologizes.

~*~

“Well, this time of day, most of them would be catching z’s,” Dean says, parking the car outside of the monastery. “They won’t know what hit them.” Dean looks between Sam and Addison when neither of them say anything. “Hey. You guys with me?”

“Yeah,” Sam replies, turning from looking out of the window.

“But?”

“Are you sure you just want to charge in there, machetes blazing? Last time, it took a dozen hunters to take down the Alpha. And most of them didn’t make it out.”

“I’m with Dean on this one,” Addison says.

“Can you say that again? And slowly,” Dean replies, smirking.

“Shut up. But, yeah, most of them will be asleep. It’s the best plan we have. Unless you can think of a better one, Sam.”

“Actually I do,” Sam says, looking between them. He tells them his idea and Dean and Addison exchange a look.

Addison nods. “All right then. Let’s go.” She climbs out of the car and the boys follow suit. They quietly make their way to the main entrance of the monastery. Sam pushes on the door and it easily opens.

“Maybe we’re too late,” Dean quietly says.

“Or it’s a trap,” Addison softly replies as Sam starts to enter the monastery. A force jerks him inside. “Sam!” Dean lunges through the door and is grabbed. Addison steps through the door and is also grabbed. The vampire bares it’s fangs at her.

The vampires lead them through the monastery and into a dining room. At the end of the table was the Alpha. “The Winchesters. I’m intrigued,” the alpha greets.

Emily enters the room and stands behind the alpha’s chair. “Emily,” Sam states.

“Hi, Sam,” Emily replies, placing a hand on the back of the alpha’s chair.

“Wow. For a girl raised in a basement, you’re a hell of an actress,” Dean says.

“You were gonna hurt my daddy.”

“Wow. You got a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome. And sorry to burst your bubble, but, uh, we weren’t. Sam here had a better idea.”

“We’re here to talk,” Sam says. “That’s it.”

The alpha scoffs. “Now that my guys have taken your blades and your syringes of tainted blood. Is that what you mean?”

“Well, we, uh, figured you might hold a grudge,” Dean defends.

“And why would I? Because you captured me, tortured me, sold me to the king of Hell?”

“That was more our grandpa.” A vampire slams Dean against the table and he falls to the ground. He groans as he pushes himself up. “Thank you. That was awesome.”

“I’m going to peel off your faces and drink you slowly.”

“Look, you need us,” Addison says.

“Oh, yes. I am thirsty!”

“The plague,” Sam says. “We know what it is! What do you know about Leviathan?”

“A bit.”

“You know they’re poisoning the food supply?”

“Roman didn’t mention that when we met for dinner last fall. We made lots of plans. We are on excellent terms, he and I.”

“You sure about that? Did he mention that he was going to Maui wowie the human population?”

“Oh, of course. He said grabbing a snack would easier than ever.”

“He said you’d all live together, didn’t he,” Sam asks. “You really believe him? You think your children are dying by accident? There is pesticide in the formula!”

“It suits you to think so. You need me on your side.”

“Hey, we’re not the ones that are burning from the inside whenever we eat,” Addison argues. “Think about it. Whatever deal he made with you was bullshit. And you know it. You can trust us.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because we can stop Dick,” Sam answers. “Stop all of it. We just…we need your blood. For the weapon.”

The Alpha scoffs. “So now you want to prevent the extermination of the vampire race.”

“No,” Dean replies. “But it beats going down with you.”

The door opens and they turn to see a young boy enter the room. “Allan, darling. Come.” The boy walks over to the Alpha and stands on the other side of the chair.

“Well, the creep gets creepier.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Edgar’s here,” Allan informs.

The trio exchanges a look as Allan walks out of the room. “Wow, what a funny coincidence,” Dean says. “All right, we need soap, uh, cleanser, anything with borax in it. We need knives.”

“Put them in the study,” the Alpha orders.

“What? No, no, no, wait,” Addison says as vampires grab them.

“Word of advice. You do not live through centuries of fire and ice and continental divide by jumping to conclusions.”

The vampires push the trio out of the room. “You’re making a mistake,” Sam shouts. “Listen! Wait!” They’re shoved into a nearby room and the door shuts behind them. Addison sighs as she looks around the room. There were a couple of desks and bookshelves in the room, along with a refrigerator with blood bags hanging in them.

Addison turns when Dean walks over to the door and tries pulling it open, only to find that it’s been locked from the outside. “Anything,” Dean asks, turning back to them.

“Nothing,” Sam replies. “You think Edgar’s here for the same reason we are? I mean, look, if they figured out that we’re here to get Alpha blood for a weapon…”

“I think any way you slice it, you got Pac Man and True Blood in the same room and that’s bad news. I mean, he’s not stupid. Why the hell do you think he locked us in here?”

“Dean, we’re his enemy. I mean, they’re like monster cousins or something. Who would you give the benefit of the doubt to? Man, you know what? Maybe the Sucro is poisoning the vamps on accident. Maybe they’ll fix it.”

Addison scoffs. “Sam, one of the planet’s oldest monsters is thinking that he can take the leviathans because he’s always been able to.”

“Edgar’s gonna eat him alive.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey,” Dean says, holding up a needle from one of the blood bags. “You think one of you could pick a lock with this.”

Addison takes the needle out of his hand and walks over to the door. “Dean, we gave up all our vamptonite,” Sam reminds his older brother.

“Did we,” Dean counters, pulling a syringe out of his boot.

“Hey,” Addison softy calls. The trio slips out of the room and makes their way downstairs. A vampire grabs Addison and pulls her against his chest. Dean injects some on of the vamptonite and the vampire instantly releases Addison. They watch as the vampire lets out a scream and falls to the ground with his skin burning.

“Wow,” Dean says, examining the dead vampire. He stands up. “Fucking vamptonite. All right, we need knives. There’s got to be a prep room or a kitchen somewhere. Come on.”

After finding a repair room and grabbing some machetes, the trio makes their way back to the main dining room. When Edgar’s mouth opens to reveal his true teeth, Dean walks up behind him. Edgar turns as Dean swings his arm and stops Dean from slicing his head off. The machete falls to the ground. Edgar grabs Dean’s jacket and yanks him forward. Sam walks up behind the leviathan and slices his head off. “Grab a glass,” Dean says, walking over to the Alpha. “We’re juicing this freak.”

“No,” Emily screams, protectively standing in front of the Alpha.

“Stay back!”

The Alpha sends Dean flying across the table. “Leave her alone,” the Alpha snaps. “She’s been through quite enough.”

“Now, that’s rich,” Sam replies. “Coming from the guy who took her off the swing set.”

“Do you want to do this fight? Or do you want my blood?” The trio remains silent as the Alpha sits down in his chair and slices his wrist with a long fingernail. The blood drips into a glass and the Alpha holds it out to Addison. “For taking care of Edgar. Now go.”

“What about the little boy,” Sam asks.

“Are you joking?”

“Do we look like we’re joking,” Dean argues. “How many other kids you got in here, you freak?”

“At the moment, just him. Emily, help Allan with with his coat. He’s living with Sam and Dean. Now, take it.” Addison picks up the glass and starts to walk to the door. “What? No ‘thank you?’ Oh, right, right. Your flesh is crawling. All you really want to do is kill me now. You hate having to wait and come back and try again.”

“Pretty much.” Dean motions to the Edgar’s body. “I wouldn’t leave that head too close to that body for too long.”

“See you next season.”

“Looking forward to it.”

~*~

After dropping Allan off at the nearest police station in town and having to deal with the questions from the police, the trio had made their way back to their motel. “Let’s never do that again,” Dean says as they walk down the hallway to their room. “Cops through we took that kid.”

“Long as he gets back to his folks, I don’t care what they thought,” Sam counters.

“Sam, we had to jump out of a window,” Addison reminds, rubbing her shoulder. She bumps into Dean when they reach their room. The door was slightly opened. They each pull out a gun before slowly making their way into the room.

The mirror above the sink was cracked. “Bobby,” Dean calls out. “Bobby?”

“Dean, Ads.” They turn to see Sam standing by the safe. It was open and empty. Sam pulls out his EMF meter and turns it on. “I’m getting trace bits of EMF, but it’s fading fast. And Bobby’s probably been gone three or four hours. He’s got the flask, Dean. How the hell are we supposed to track him? Look, I hate to say this...”

“Well, then don’t,” Dean snaps. “He’s gone. How could he do this...now? I mean, we’ve got half the fucking weapon, we’re almost there.”

“He’s not thinking clearly, Dean,” Addison reminds him.

“So, what, we just keep going while he’s out there like this?”

Addison exchanges a look with Sam. “I don’t think we have another option. It’s what Bobby would want us to do. Right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, him and Frank and Cas, if his marbles were in the bag. It’s a good thing we got Crowley in our corner. Right? Seeing as how it all comes down to him.” Dean scoffs. “What could possibly go wrong?”

#superntural #fanfiction #original character #Dean Wincehster #Sam Winchester #deanxoc #Dean x OFC #series rewrite

1 note · View note

alj4890 · 4 years

Text

A Second Chance

(Thomas Hunt x *oc Amanda)

A/N First day in California for the pair and Kathleen, and is it one busy day. Paternity tests, tour around a studio, seeing Thomas's home for the first time. Whew. This actually was a last minute addition to the story when I realized I had not had a chance for Addison and Holly to confront Amanda on keeping her pregnancy a secret. And being in Hollywood, one never knows who they might run into.

@lxaah11 @alleksa16 @penguininapinktuxedo @blackcoffee85 @stopforamoment @hopefulmoonobject @krsnlove @annekebbphotography @hopelessromantic1352 . @sunflowergirl05 @desireepow-1986 @greywitchyshots @lilyofchoices @moodyvalentinestories @emceesynonymroll @my-heart-beats-for-ya @aworldoffandoms @ab1901 @flyawayboo @i-bloody-love-drake-walker . @trappedinfandoms @kate-mckenzie @cordoniaqueensworld @everythingmarvelsherlockspn

Masterlist

Catch up with Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Los Angeles, California...

Kathleen wrinkled her nose after her mouth was swabbed. "What's that for?"

Her parents shared a loaded glance.

"It's just a checkup." Amanda replied.

"Did Daddy get a checkup?" She asked when Thomas had his mouth swabbed.

"Yes." Amanda replied.

"Why aren't you getting a checkup?" Kathleen asked.

"Well, I don't need one right now." Amanda smiled softly at her.

"We should have the DNA results by Friday." The lab tech told them.

"Thank you." Thomas took Kathleen's hand and placed his other at Amanda's back. "Shall we, ladies?"

"Now do we get to see where the movies are made?" Kathleen asked when they stepped outside.

"Yes, we do." He smiled down at her. "I'm going to show you where I work."

****************

"You work in an office?" Kathleen's voice could not quite hide her disappointment as they walked down a long hallway.

"Sometimes." He corrected. "Once I check over a few things, I will take you on a tour of a movie set."

Amanda looked about remembering the last few times she had been here. What horrible times those were, she thought. She could feel her stomach clench in remembrance of how nervous she had been coming to see Thomas to tell him he was going to be a father. The tearful escapes when she had failed miserably. She didn’t think she would visit him here again after today. It was much too painful to think about what she could have had if she had simply forced him to hear her out.

The three stepped into his office. He told his ladies to make themselves comfortable while he went to his desk.

While Amanda’s spirits dropped being back here, Thomas was focusing on the memories of when they were happy together. His lips curved as he went through his correspondence. The times she had come by as either a surprise visit or an expected one drifted through his mind. All plans to work were forgotten whenever she walked through his door.

"What's that?" Kathleen asked, pointing up at his shelf.

He turned his head in the direction she was pointing. "That is an award the studio gave me." He lifted the crystal trophy shaped like a star off the shelf and handed it to her.

"It looks like a shooting star." Kathleen sat down on the floor with it.

"Be careful." Amanda warned. "We don't want it to break."

"Did you win a race?" Kathleen asked after promising she would be careful.

He chuckled and shook his head. "It was for the first film I directed. It made the studio a great deal of money and garnered a number of awards and recognition."

She held it up to the light and smiled. "It makes rainbows!"

Thomas propped his chin on his hand as he watched her playing with an award that he hardly thought about. She was not impressed at all with why he received it, only that it was a prism turning his dull office into a thing of beauty.

His door swung open, startling the three of them.

"You're back." Holly stated after her surprise of seeing them sitting there. Her sharp eyes dropped down to Kathleen. She noticed all the similarities to the former couple clearly marked in the little girl’s face. "She looks like both of you."

Thomas rose from his desk and picked up his daughter. "Kathleen, I want you to meet Holly. She assists me in all my films."

"Hello." She said shyly.

"Hello." Holly smiled warmly at her. "Addison is going to kill me for meeting her first." Her smile dimmed somewhat when she turned toward Amanda. "It's good to see you again."

"You too." Amanda replied. She knew she had hurt Holly and Addison when she disappeared without giving them an explanation.

Thomas cleared his throat when he noticed the tension. "I think Kathleen and I will go find some coffee." He set her down guided her out with a hand on her shoulder. "We'll be back."

Holly folded her arms when the door shut. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Amanda sat down and lowered her head. She would be glad when the interrogations ended. Having to repeat over and over how she had been deceived only brought back all the anguish she had tried to bury for years.

During the beginning of the tale, Addison burst in. Her bright blue eyes had tears forming. "I just saw her! She's gorgeous and so cute with her bashfulness."

"Shh!" Holly scolded. "Sit down. Amanda is finally going to explain why she left us all in the dark."

The two listened as the duchess led them through the different events that resulted in her disappearing.

"I can't believe Kara would do that to you and Thomas!" Addison's anger eclipsed her sadness. "I mean, I know she was evil in breaking his phone, but to deny a pregnant woman the man that loved her..." She placed her hands over her own slight baby bump. "I can't even begin to imagine how much that hurt."

"I couldn't tell you about it." Amanda admitted. "You're both so close to Thomas that it would have put you in a difficult position if you felt inclined to choose sides."

"We could have fixed all this five years ago." Holly snapped. "Thomas loved you, even though you had ended things. He would have married you and we would have had Kathleen in our lives that much sooner."

"She's right." Addison mumbled. She moved over onto the couch Amanda was sitting on and hugged her. "Next time, trust us with something like this. We care about you just as much as we do Thomas."

"God help me if there is a next time." Amanda replied with a bitter laugh. She lifted her eyes and apologized to them both. "I am sorry I didn't keep in touch. It all seemed to happen so fast and I was separated from nearly everyone I knew." Her chin firmed. "I had to do what I could to protect Kathleen. That’s why you didn’t hear much from me after my last visit to California.”

Holly took her glasses off, wiped a frustrated tear, and moved to the other side of Amanda. She and Addison hugged her at the same time.

"We've missed you." Holly said softly, all her earlier snark and anger gone. "Don’t do that to us again.” Her smile reappeared. “Now, tell us everything about your daughter."

**************

"Where are we going?" Kathleen asked as she walked between Thomas and Amanda.

"To one of the soundstages I use." He replied. "There are a few sets from my last movie in there that you can explore."

"Is it a princess movie?" She slipped her hands into both her parent's.

"I'm afraid not." Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. "It was a film about the Duchess of Richmond's infamous ball the night before the Battle of Waterloo."

"A ball?" Kathleen repeated excitedly.

Amanda tried not to laugh at their daughter focusing on the dancing rather than the emotional turmoil the people at the ball must have felt when they heard that the many men there would be leaving to directly engage Napoleon one last time.

Thomas tried to think of how to explain to a five-year-old that it was so much more than a mere dance. He noticed Amanda struggling with her laughter and gave up. "Yes. It was a ball held a long time ago."

Kathleen paused and looked around once they stepped inside the soundstage.

Thomas began the tour by pointing out where he normally sat while the actors played their parts.

She held his hand and asked questions as they explored the different sets.

Amanda remained in the shadows, filming them together.

Kathleen climbed into his director's chair. She pretended to be in charge, basing her performance on all the movies she had seen that had the characters making a film, and yelled out "Action!" Followed by, "Roll Them!"

Thomas couldn't help but chuckle at her serious, commanding tone. "I believe you need to set the scene, Ms. Director." When she seemed unsure, he clarified it for her. "What would you have us do?"

"You need to dance." She replied with a giggle. “It’s a ball.”

"I seem to be without a partner." He turned around, searching for Amanda.

She was standing by one of the sconces in the ballroom, fanning herself with a lace fan she had found on a prop table. She winked at him and leaned over as if to speak to an imaginary person. "I do hope Captain Hunt asks me for a dance."

Kathleen giggled harder when her mother pretended to nearly swoon at the sight of him coming her way.

"May I have this waltz, Lady Bridgerton?" He asked.

"Oh!" Amanda acted surprise. "Nothing could bring me more happiness, Captain, than dancing with you."

He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. He twirled her into his arms and the two set off on a waltz around the ballroom.

"Twirl, Mommy!" Kathleen yelled out.

"My goodness, our director is bossy." Amanda teased as she dutifully twirled during a second turn around the ballroom.

Kathleen giggled some more while yelling out actions. When the couple ended the dance, Kathleen gave one last command. "Kiss her, Daddy!"

The couple froze as they looked at one another. Neither moved, uncertain what the other wanted. Their daughter spoke up again. "You have to kiss her hand. That's how the dance ends."

Thomas bowed and lifted Amanda's hand to his lips. "Thank you for the dance, my lady."

"It is a pleasure I hope to soon be repeated, Captain." She replied while dipping into an elegant curtsy.

***************

"And this is where I watch all that has been filmed. I do what is known as editing using this particular equipment." Thomas continued to explain.

Kathleen was spinning around in one of the chairs. She stopped and pointed at the screen on the wall. "You have your own movie theater!"

Thomas glanced up at the screen. "In a way."

Amanda shook her head as she watched them. He was doing all he could to make the more tedious part of filming seem interesting for their daughter. She thought it was time to spare them both more of this tour. "I don't know about you two, but I am starving."

"Can we have pizza?" Kathleen asked, hopping out of the chair.

"I believe I could be persuaded." Thomas answered. He smiled when she hugged him.

"I like seeing where you make movies." Kathleen looked up at him. "Can we come back later?"

"When I begin another film, I will make certain you have your own director's chair." He smoothed her curls back out of her face. "I believe I could use your unique perspective on the dancing scenes."

Kathleen giggled. "And kissing."

He colored some when he looked over at Amanda. "And that too."

Thomas held the door open so that they could proceed him. His eyes immediately went to Amanda when she gasped. She pushed Kathleen back into the room and pulled the door shut.

"What happened?" He asked his daughter.

"I don't know." Her eyes were wide with surprise.

"Was anyone or anything in the hallway?" He tried to open the door to see what was happening.

Kathleen shook her head and hid behind his legs.

Thomas stood there in shock at the spectacle before his eyes.

***************

A moment earlier...

Kara walked down the hallway with her new script in hand. It had taken a few years to be given a chance on a worthwhile film. After the fallout with Thomas, most directors wouldn't bother giving her an audition. It had been a humiliating five years for the once beloved actress.

She looked up and narrowed her eyes when she saw the one who ruined her career. If Amanda had not arrived that night to try and tell Thomas she was pregnant, then Kara would not have broken his phone in anger few months later and thus would have kept her career on the up and up.

Her gaze dropped down to the little girl beside the duchess. They must be here to see Thomas, she thought bitterly.

Amanda looked up and let out a gasp. Kara was highly amused watching her try and put her child back in the editing room and out of harm's way. Her smug smile held a good bit of mockery the nearer she came to the one Thomas chose over her. Like someone as weak as the duchess could possibly protect--

*SLAP*

Kara's head snapped to the side. The force of Amanda's slap knocked her against the wall. Her new emerald earrings went flying in different directions down the hallway. Tears of pain blinded the actress as she raised a shaky hand to her face.

She blinked a few times to clear her vision and noticed Thomas standing behind the rage filled duchess. He seemed incapable of reacting to what was happening right in front of him.

Amanda stepped forward, making the actress cringe in terror of another possible attack. She felt a good deal of pride seeing her handprint showing up on the vain woman's face.

"If you ever attempt to harm my daughter in any manner again, whether verbally or physically," Amanda leaned down close to her face. Her voice was calm and held a level of horrific menace that made Kara blanch. The dark red handprint was even more noticeable and beginning to bruise.

Amanda waited until the frightened woman was looking her in the eye to finish her warning. "I will not only end you, but no one will ever find you."

"Are you--" Kara's voice cracked in fear. "Is that a threat?"

Amanda's lips curved into an evil smile. "Yes, it is." She turned around and took Kathleen's hand. "Shall we go to lunch?"

Thomas followed them, not even sparing a glance for the trembling woman that had ruined five years of their lives.

***************

They took their pizza to the beach for an impromptu picnic and let Kathleen play in the sand and water. Being a weekday and after lunch time, the stretch of beach Thomas took them was nearly deserted.

While their daughter was occupied looking for seashells, he broached the subject of the altercation at the studio.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly.

Amanda shook her head. "I'm so ashamed I let my temper get the better of me again." She let her eyes rest on Kathleen. "Knowing Kara was the catalyst that caused my daughter to have a different beginning in life than she would have, just…” She trailed off and pulled her knees to her chest. "How could I lose control like that?"

Thomas scooted closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He felt another small victory when she without pause rested her head on his shoulder. "I hate that you had to see her again." His lips curved in a rueful smile, "but I am very proud of you letting her know she doesn't stand a chance against you."

Amanda laughed and shook her head. "I didn't do much."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "You're speaking to the man that has been on the other end of your left hook." He held her hand up. "Seeing it once again connect with another face let me know that Kara will never cross you again."

"As long as she leaves Kathleen alone, I don't care what she does." Amanda mumbled. "I know you saw me slap her. Kathleen didn't, did she?"

"No. I kept her back in the room. She only saw Kara trembling before you." He chuckled when Amanda buried her face in her knees.

"I've turned into a Nevarkis." She muttered. "Kathleen will probably want some kind of combat training now."

"I'm not opposed to her knowing how to defend herself. Perhaps Olivia could teach her some moves." Thomas smiled when Kathleen stood up from the shore and yelled out that she had found a pretty shell.

"I believe she has been giving her secret lessons." Amanda whispered. "Kathleen twirled a butter knife the other night that was a little too reminiscent of Olivia and her daggers."

Thomas couldn't help but laugh at picturing his sweet, calm daughter with a pair of butter knives as weapons. "Regardless of what happened, I don't want running into Kara put a damper on your time here with me."

Amanda sat up and looked at him. That tender look was back in his eyes that made her want to melt into his arms. "I won't let it ruin our time here."

His arm dropped down to her waist. He squeezed her close to his side for a moment. "Good." He said softly.

**************

Thomas opened the door to his home and watched Kathleen as she timidly stepped inside. He flipped on a light switch and waited to hear her thoughts.

Amanda gently urged her further inside. "Doesn't your father have a beautiful home?"

She nodded while walking around. "You have a pool?" She asked while looking out one of the windows.

"I do." He replied. "We can go swimming whenever you want."

She went into his kitchen and searched his nearly bare counters. "There's no cookie jar." Her brow furrowed. "Don't you like cookies, Daddy?"

"Yes." He answered, avoiding Amanda's curious glance. "I will need to buy a cookie jar for us."

"What happened to the one you used to have?" Amanda asked.

"It broke." He reluctantly admitted.

Thomas walked out of the kitchen, giving the excuse that he needed to get the rest of the luggage inside.

He did not want to explain that he had been the one to break the cookie jar after his second failed attempt to find Amanda. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't had a cookie in years. Just the smell of them baking reminded him of her and the date nights spent in his home.

"Here. Let me help." Amanda came up behind him and took some of the suitcases. She was worried about the way he was acting. He had been so excited to bring Kathleen to his home. Now though... "Kathleen discovered the theater room." Her lips turned up in a teasing smile. "You might never get that back."

When he briefly smiled, she placed her hand on his arm. "Thomas? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He replied.

"If you want, Kathleen and I can stay at a hotel." She offered, believing he might be regretting the offer for them to stay with him. "I don't want to put you through so much trouble."

"I want you both to stay here." He grimaced at how true that sentence was. He wanted them to want to remain with him for the rest of his life.

"Thank you." Amanda mumbled, not knowing what to do or say. She followed him inside, wondering what had upset him.

Kathleen joined them as they went upstairs. "Which room is mine?"

Thomas paused and looked up and down the hall. "You can pick whichever one you want."

"Where's your room?" She asked.

"That one at the far end." He motioned to the right.

Kathleen went to the room that was near his. She then explored the other guest rooms and a smaller room that held a desk and bookshelves.

"Can I have that room?" She asked, pointing toward the one next to his.

"Of course." He smiled and took her bags in there.

She looked around quietly and began to place her toys on the large bed.

Thomas noticed what she did. The guest room wasn't exactly decorated for a five-year-old little girl. The beige and grayish blue color scheme did not seem to match her sunny personality at all.

"Do you like this room?" He asked, after Amanda took her bags to the guestroom across the hall.

Kathleen looked up at him. "Yes, sir."

He frowned slightly. "What made you choose this one?"

"It's next to your room." She continued to pull her toys out. Her own frown formed at being unable to get up on the bed easily.

He leaned against the doorway while looking about. "I think we need to go shopping."

"For what?" Amanda asked when she rejoined them.

"For whatever Kathleen thinks will make this room better." He decided.

"Really?" Kathleen perked up.

"If this is the room you want for your very own, then we need to make it yours." Thomas went to get a notebook and pen from his room. "We will make a list of all that needs to be changed. Furniture, toys, decorations; whatever you want."

Amanda observed the two making plans for a complete room transformation. She couldn't stop her smile forming as Kathleen became more animated in pointing out where she would put certain toys and furniture.

"And this can be my movie spot!" She exclaimed.

"Every room should have one." Thomas continued to record her ideas, adding his own recommendations next to each one.

"Can I have a fuzzy blanket?" Kathleen asked. "Mommy and I have a lot of them at home."

Thomas nodded as he sat down on the bed. "Whatever you want." He focused on his daughter. "This is your home too. I want you to have the things that will make you happy here."

Kathleen smiled at him and then turned toward Amanda. "Mommy, are you going to change your room too?"

Thomas looked up at her, curious at how she would answer that question.

"I like the way my room is." She nodded toward Thomas. "I've always loved how your father decorated his home."

Kathleen took her mother's hands and jumped up and down. "Then we can stay here forever!"

"Oh, well, not exactly." Amanda stuttered. "We have to go to our home in Cordonia in a few weeks."

"And then we can come back here?" Kathleen asked.

Amanda hesitated. "We'll see, sweetheart. Your father and I have to look at our schedules and decide where we need to be after the holidays."

"We can make plans later." Thomas knew Amanda was feeling that old guilt again and that he needed to change the subject before it consumed her. "I'm going to start dinner."

"You can cook?" Kathleen asked.

"I can." He grinned at her. "I could use someone to assist me in the kitchen."

"Can I help?" Kathleen asked. "Mommy lets me help her when she cooks."

He pretended to debate. "Hmm. If Amanda has you help, then you must be the best."

"She really is." Amanda added, grateful that he distracted Kathleen from a subject she wasn't ready to discuss.

The expression on her face made Thomas want to take her in his arms. He wanted to reassure her that they wouldn't have to talk about splitting time with Kathleen. He didn't intend on losing either of his ladies again.

"Would you like to help us?" Thomas asked her.

Amanda glanced at Kathleen's suitcases and thought of the ones in her room. She knew she should use this as time to unpack, but that look in Thomas's eyes made her want to be near him for as long as she could.

"I would love to." She replied.

***************

After dinner, Amanda unpacked everything while Kathleen helped Thomas with the dishes and then explored his backyard. She bit her lip as she folded her things and placed them in the empty drawers.

Being back in Thomas's home had brought back so many memories of happier times. From the very beginning of their relationship, she had felt like she belonged here.

Their time together in his home had been one that was relaxed and private. It was such a different feel than her home in St Orella. Interruptions were rare here and they had been able to just focus on each other.

She had loved every minute here with him.

"Mommy?" Kathleen came running into the guest room. "Can we watch a movie?"

"Let's get you ready for bed first just in case you fall asleep." She cupped the little face, smiling at how happy her daughter was. "We've had a long first day here."

The two joined Thomas downstairs after Kathleen was bathed and put in pajamas.

Thomas had chosen another classic musical, Girl Crazy, for them to enjoy. Kathleen sat between her parents and watched Judy Garland deal with Mickey Rooney and his flirtatious ways. She whispered that she wished she knew how to dance like them.

Near the ending, she fell asleep against Amanda.

"And she's out." She whispered. "I didn't think she would last an entire movie."

Thomas carried her upstairs and the two of them quietly tucked her into bed.

Amanda stopped Thomas before he went back down. She didn't think she was up for a night of talking about how they would share custody of Kathleen. "I think I might call it a night too."

He gently nudged her chin up. He could see the dark smudges forming under her eyes along with the lines of stress at her lips. "It has been an eventful day."

She nodded; grateful he wasn't questioning her. She had recently had a few sleepless nights that ended up with her staring at the ceiling. Thoughts of him were what was interrupting her rest.

"Thank you, Thomas, for opening your home to us." She clasped her hands together and cleared her throat. "I...I appreciate you including me in your plans with Kathleen."

His expression was unreadable.

She stepped closer to him. "I understand if you would like more alone time with her. I can-"

"I want you with us." He interrupted. "I did promise Kathleen that I would take her out one night again, but I want the three of us together."

Amanda didn't know how to respond. She had so many feelings mixed with exhaustion. She simply thanked him, kissed his cheek, and wished him a goodnight.

Thomas stood in front of her closed door for a few moments, struggling with the temptation to open it and truly kiss her. Reveal everything he felt. Pressure her into expressing her own feelings.

He turned on his heel and went into his own room. A few quick strides had him at his nightstand. He pulled open the top drawer and took out the light blue box that had resided there for much too long. He carefully opened it.

There nestled in black velvet was the engagement ring he had bought nearly six years ago. He had gone with Matt to Tiffany’s when they were in New York for interviews and gave his opinion on engagement rings for Addison.

He had then spotted the ring that he had wanted to give Amanda. Even though he had not thought the moment was right to propose, he knew he would one day and did not want to miss out on having the perfect ring.

He picked up the four-carat oval diamond solitaire and watched it glisten along with the band of diamonds under his lamp.

He wondered if the time would ever be right to slide this over her finger.

His phone ringing shook him from that depressing thought. He took a deep breath and tried to sound normal when he answered his sister.

"Yes, Rachel. We're here." He said.

"Then Stephen and I will be there in a few hours." Rachel ended the call before Thomas could attempt to persuade her to wait a day or two.

She was bound and determined to meet her niece and somehow push her brother and Amanda into matrimony.

#thomas x amanda #thomas hunt #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #rcd thomas hunt #a second chance

23 notes · View notes

fight-till-u-cant-fight-anymore · 7 years

Text

Life is fragile but still beautiful Part III

You can read Part I here and Part II here

At the cafeteria Meredith joins with April, Maggie, Alex and Jo, who were eating their breakfast.

“Hey, Grey. Where's Amelia? I need a consult.” April asked.

“You haven't heard? Amelia was sent on a break.” Maggie told her.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Hey, what did I miss?” Owen asked while sitting down.

Everyone stayed quiet but then Meredith finally spoke up.

“We talked about Amelia.” Meredith said like it was nothing.

“Oh, okay.”

Everyone saw sadness in his eyes.

“Is she still on a plane?” Maggie wondered loudly.

“Nope, it landed 45 minutes ago.” Owen watched his phone and then he remembered, she promised to call. “Excuse me.” He said and stood up to walk out of the cafeteria.

Owen dialled her number but she didn't pick up.

“What's up with him?” Callie sat down and was very surprised.

“Amelia left.” Meredith told her.

“Oh... Wait... What?! She did what?!” Callie yelled all over the cafeteria.

“No, not like that. She left to LA for two months but she'll be back.”

“When did he find out?”

“I think last night. Well I saw him in our kitchen at 3am.”

“Oh and how they seemed?”

“In love. I think they finally talked about what they are.” Meredith said.

“Well, this is a great news.”

“Wait, you knew about it too?”

“Yes, they both wanted my advice once.”

Everyone's pagers went off what meant there'll be a big trauma coming in.

Amelia got out of the plane and saw that her phone had only 1%.

“Damn it!” She told herself.

She took a cab and headed to the practice. It was warm and sunny day in Los Angeles. Amelia had forgotten how much she loves this weather. The practice was quiet when Amelia got out of the elevator and headed to the kitchen, where she hoped to see someone. She was right. Cooper, Violet, Sheldon and Charlotte were eating their breakfast when Amelia greeted everyone and took a cup of a coffee and faced them. They looked really surprised. Sheldon was the first one who welcomed her.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“Can't I visit my friends anymore?”

“I didn't mean it like that…”

“Oh Sheldon, I'm just messing with you.” Amelia laughed.

“I'm glad to see you Amelia. And I'm thankful you haven't changed.” Charlotte stood up and hugged her.

“Well, I'm still trying to filter more, you know.” Amelia smiled.

“So why are you here? Did you get fired or something?”

“No, it's just that the hospital sent me to my two months break and I decided to come here.”

“Why the hospital had to do that?” Violet asked.

“I didn't took any breaks last year.”

“Why not?”

“I didn't want to feel alone in this dream house. After Derek, Meredith left with the kids and I had this big house all by myself. So, the hospital felt better place. There was my job, patients and people. I wasn't alone in there.” Amelia said sadly.

“You could have called me.” Charlotte said.

“Addison called me many times…”

Amelia was looking something to eat in the fridge when Addison and Jake entered the kitchen.

Jake noticed Amelia but he didn't tell Addison.

“Hey, everyone!” Addison greeted them. “Oh Charlotte, how are your triplets doing? Do they still have a high fever?”

Everybody started laughing and she was really confused.

“What? Why are you all laughing?”

"Well, hello to you too. I missed you Addie. It's great to be back and I'm doing fine or even good.” Amelia grinned.

Addison almost ran to Amelia and hugged her.

“Oh my God. What are you doing here? How did you get here?”

“Remember I'm not a kid anymore. I can fly with planes by myself.”

“Okay, you haven't lost your humor in Seattle. That's good, but what are you doing here?”

“Bailey sent me to my two months break.”

“Why she had to do that?”

“Well... After Derek I almost lived in the hospital and I did double shifts.”

“Oh, Amelia...”

“Please, let's skip this part. I'm good, I really am.” Amelia smiled and everyone saw happiness in her eyes but they didn't know that she was in love.

Then Amelia remembered.”Addie, can I borrow your phone?”

“Yeah sure. Why don't you use yours?”

“My phone battery is dead and I forgot to take the charger with me.”

“Okay, is there something wrong?”

“No, no. It's just that I promised to call someone. So?”

“I think I left my phone on my desk. You know where's my office.”

“Yeah, I'll see you soon guys.” Amelia said and left.

“When did she arrive?” Addison asked.

“About 10 minutes ago.” Charlotte said.

“Did she tell you something?”

“Nothing more than you already heard.” Violet told her.

“What do you think, is she running or in a trouble again?”

“Addison, Amelia is just visiting. She told you she's good and you saw how happy she was. I think Amelia is in love.” Jake tried to calm his wife.

“What if she's pregnant…”

“Addison please stop, I think Jake is right. Amelia seemed really happy.” Charlotte agreed with Jake.

Amelia found Owen's number in Addison’s contacts and called him but it went to a voicemail.

“Hey Owen. It's me, Amelia. Sorry, I promised to call you right away when my plane lands but I only had 1% and my phone died. Then I found out that I forgot to take my phone charger with me and right now I'm calling from Addison's phone. It's been only couple of hours when I left but I already miss you. Call me back as soon as you can, okay? Oh right, I don't have a phone right now but I'll try to find a charger here. Anyway, if you call on this number tell her you want to talk to me. Okay, bye!” And she hung up.

“Hunt, do you know what you're asking from me?” Bailey almost yelled at him.

“I do and I know that I can take a break for two months. I was the chief before.” Owen told her calmly. “I know it'll be hard but Kepner can cover me. She was okay with that.”

“Okay, fine. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Is this about Amelia?”

“Kinda.” Owen tried to lie little but he knew that Bailey didn't believe it. “Okay, yes it's about her. We finally made things clear to each other but I'd like to tell people that I'm heading to a vacation in Hawaii to take time off for surfing. It'd be really helpful if you tell others this version of the break's cause too.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thanks, I have to go get rest before my plane leaves.”

“See you soon Hunt!”

“Bye Bailey!”

It was 10pm when Meredith opened the door for Owen.

“Hey!”

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I forgot my charger in here when I left earlier. I came here to take it.”

“Okay, come on in.”

He found Amelia’s charger on her bed and took it. Owen headed downstairs.

“Did you find it?”

“Yeah, all good.”

“See you tomorrow, Owen!”

“I'm afraid not. I'll go to Hawaii tomorrow morning for two months.”

“What?” Meredith and Maggie, who was making some tea for herself, said way too loudly.

“What are you doing there?” Maggie asked.

“I thought it'd be great time to take some time off and enjoy beach and surfing.”

“Wow, I didn't know you surf.” Meredith was surprised.

“Well, when I went to Hawaii first time, I fell in love with this. I think I have to go get some sleep. See you in two months then.”

“Okay, Owen, it’s us you’re talking to. Are you going to see Amelia?”

“Okay, fine. Yes, I’m going to see her in LA but please don’t tell the others. Bailey knows the truth too but her mouth is shut, so I’m asking you to do the same, please.”

“Well, good luck on this surf in Hawaii then and say hello to the sun from me” Maggie said.

“Thank you and I will.” Owen smiled.

After 10 minutes talking Maggie and Meredith said goodbye to Owen.

It was 12am and Amelia sat on the deck and looked at the ocean.

“Hey, you seem worried, what's going on?” Addison joined her.

“Nothing, just a lot to think about.”

“Like what?”

Amelia sighed. “Okay, I'm waiting for a phone call. I promised someone to call when my plane lands but my phone died. So I was able to call him later in your office and he didn't pick up. I know, maybe there was a big trauma and he was operating but his shift ended almost 3 hours ago but he hasn't called. I don't know, I just... don't know.” She sighed again, looked up to the stars and closed her eyes.

Addison watched her and she knew that Amelia isn't ready to share who she’s talking about.

“He'll call.” This was the only thing that came into Addison's mind.

“Yeah, he'll call. It should be just some big trauma, right?”

“Right.”

#LifeIsFragileButStillBeautiful #omelia #amelia and owen

30 notes · View notes

k1ttysky · 4 years

Text

Chapter 4 of My Ninja Way

After a long night of playing games and eating we all get ready for bed. We give Sarada the guest room and Sakura and I share a bed. After telling Sarada goodnight we head to Sakura’s room. I walk over to her drawers and grab a pair of shorts and tank-top. Sakura lays on the bed while I get changed in the bathroom.

“Are you going to change Sakura?” I ask her while walking to the bed. She groans and gets out of bed. She grabs a t-shirt and short and heads to the bathroom. I laugh and hop in the bed. I get comfy on the left side on the bed and slowly start to fall asleep.

“Hana, when do you have to take your meds?” Sakura asks me while walking out the bathroom.

“The doctor said I have to take them when I wake up,” I tell her. She nods and gets in the bed.

“Goodnight Hana,” she says as she gets comfy.

“Goodnight Sakura,” I say back as sleep slowly takes over me. I open my eyes to see complete darkness. I slowly get out of the bed and walk around.

“Hello, is anyone there?” I call out searching for any sign of light.I hear giggling from behind me and I turn around ready for an attack. Instead something or someone tackles me to the ground. I groan out and try to flip myself over but this thing is holding me to hard.

“Not yet Hana. We’re still waiting for the main guest,” the person above says. I gasp in shock. I know that voice. It’s Tiffany.

“Tiffany, why are you here? Is someone making you do this?” I ask her while still trying to get out of her grip.

“Would you stop trying to get out? You’re hurting my hands,” She says while griping my arms harder.

“You can let her go now Tiff,” a voice from behind us says. Tiffany lets go of my arms and walks over to the voice. I get up and turn around and to my surprise (not really) it was Addison.

“What do you want now Addison?” I ask her while rubbing my arms where Tiffany was gripping them.

“I’m hurt Hana. Why would you think I want something? Aren’t we friends?” she says while putting a hand on her heart acting hurt.

“Please Addison make this quick. I have things to do tomorrow,” I say while tapping my foot. She sighs and walks towards me. She puts her hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eye.

“Hana, I don’t want to do this but I have to. In 5 days there will be an attack on the village. You and 2 others can stop us but it won’t be easy. Here’s something that might help you,” she says while putting an Akatsuki ring in my hand. I roll it around in my hand and put it on my left ring finger.

“Why are you telling me this?” I look at her.

“I’m being force to do the attack but I want you to stop us. You only have five days. Don’t waste them,” she tells me. I nod and give her a hug.

“I’ll help in anyway I can . I promise ,” I tell her. She nods and pushes me backwards. I wake up back in Sakura’s bedroom and it’s already morning. Sakura walks in holding my meds and a glass of water.

“Good morning, sleepyhead” she says while handing me my meds and water.

“Thank you,wheres Sarada?” I ask her after taking a pill with the water.

“She’s in the kitchen eating breakfast still why?” she replies.

“I’ll get dressed and drop her off at her house. I need to go to the Hokage’s tower,” I tell her. She nods and goes to check on Sarada. I get up and head to the bathroom. I hop in the shower and wash my hair and body. I hop out and put on some clothes and head to the kitchen.

“Why do I have to leave early Hana?” Sarada ask me. I grab an apple from the counter and put on my shoes.

“Something that I’ll tell you when your older,” I replie. She whines and puts her shoes on.She goes over and hugs Sakura and say goodbye. She grabs my hand and we head out. It doesn’t take long to get to her home.I knock on the front door and Sasuke opens the door.

“Hello Sasuke. I’m here to drop off Sarada,“I tell him. Sarada gives her father a hug and walks in the house. I bow to Sasuke and leave to head to the Hokage’s office. I enter and go to the mission room. I open the door and Yuuto Bokusa is standing there looking at the mission board.

"Hey, Yuuto would you wanna help me with something?" I ask him. He turns around with his sea green eyes shinning in the sunlight and blond hair with a blue streak. He smiles at me and I smile back.

"Yeah, sure I would love to. When are you leaving?" he asks me.

"You, Sakura and I will be leaving tonight at midnight. Go home and pack what you need and meet us at the village gates" I tell him. He nods and we walk out together. We go our different ways and I head to Sakura's house again. I walk in and find Sakura reading on the couch.

"Pack your bags , we're leaving," I tell her as I walk to grab some supplies for our trip. As I walk to the kitchen to get food for our trip Sakura grabs my arm.

"Wait, Hana where are we going," she asks me.

"We are going on a mission,that could save our home," I tell her. She lets go of my arm and I keep packing.

"What do you mean to save our home?" she mutters. I tell her what Addison told me in my dream and showed her the ring.

"Hana, why am I now finding this out? Who else knows? Have you told Lord Hokage yet? " she ask me looking me dead in the eye.

" I didn't know how you would react. No one but us and well maybe Yuuto. No I haven't told Lord Hokage and I won't," I tell her. She looks at me like I'm crazy which is a look I don't get often.

" Why haven't you told the Hokage yet and why does Yuuto know?" she almost yells at me.

" If I tell the Hokage he'll try and arrest Addison. I don't want to see my friend arrested because of me," I tell her. She looks at me with disbelief in her eyes.

" Please Sakura, just help her this one time and you can go back to hating her as soon this is all over," I ask her. She sighs and nods.

" I'll help her but only this one time, okay" she says. I cheer gleefully and hug her. She hugs me back and helps me pack. It's only 7pm so we rested for a while until we had to leave. We finish packing and head to bed for a while.. We wake up around 11:30 pm and shower, make sure we have everything we need to leave. We get everything and head to the gate. We hide from the gate guards and bump in to Yuuto.

" oh, you're early, guess we can leave now" I say. He shrugs and we sneak past the guards into the woods. When we get out of hear of them Yuuto starts asking questions.

" Is now a good time to ask where we're going" he asks me while running. We stop some where so I can explain. I look at the ring Addison give me and now relies it's the symbol of the village hidden in the sand.

" To the village hidden in the sand i guess" i tell them. They look confused and I show them my ring. They nod and we start running again. It's almost sunrise when we stop for resting. I take the first watch shift and let Sakura and Yuuto sleep for a while. 2 hours later it's my turn to sleep so Sakura takes watch and Yuuto scouts around. Yuuto wakes me up and we pack everything up and keep going.

" How do we even find where she is" Sakura ask me. Maybe her ring can locate the hideout.

" I don't know. Maybe her ring might attract it" I tell them. I twist the ring around my finger and look around. I feel the ring pulling my hand to the Northwest of us. I shrug and nod to the direction. We all nod and head to the direction.After running for a while the ring pulls towards two boulders

" Is this it" Yuuto asks. I look around to see if anyone is around.

" I guess, how would we even get in" I say. They both shrug and we hear rumbling and the two boulders slowly opening. We look at each other in shock and run to hide. 2 teenagers come out auguring about something. The 2 kids keep auguring and walk away from the 2 boulders that are somehow doors. We sneak in before the doors close. We look around in awe at the hideout. I walk around and just as I was about to turn the corner I hear to voices talking. I don't move in time and they turn the corner to face me.

Sakura and Yuuto yelp in shock and grab my arms to pull me backwards to them. The 2 teenagers look alarmed but the boy attacks first. He throws 3 kunai at Yuuto ,one of them traps him to the wall and the other 2 go above his head. Sakura goes to help set him free leaving me to face two very powerful ninjas's all alone. The girl who is a couple inches taller begins to chant something and I didn't stay around to find out.

Just before I could turn to Yuuto and Sakura the boy pulls a chain out and it wraps around my legs. I yelp as I fall to the floor. I groan out in pain as my head hits the cold, hard floor. Sakura gets Yuuto free but they can't reach me as I was being dragged by the boy towards them. Before we know it the hideout doors open and the two teenagers from earlier rushed in. The girl behind me finished chanting a while ago, that must be what she was doing.

The two at the door grabs Sakura and Yuuto before they can attack. The girl holding Sakura release some magic purple mist and everyone but Sakura, Yuuto and I cover their mouth and nose.We inhale the purple stuff and everything slowly start to fade away.

0 notes