#god fucking dammit gregory

[chavisory]

"She'd known about Trism already, if only theoretically. Her reaction of, oh, shock was it, didn't derive from the substitution of this beloved man for her mother. Any equation of simple replacement would be mere math--the situation called for melody. No, her being appalled wasn't as obvious as that. Nor was it squeamishness about the maleness of their mating. Or not much. It was rather that she'd left her father a single man, serene in his independence, building himself a solitary hideout and losing himself in his quiet work, and she'd returned to find he'd gone--common. Seeking common satisfactions. Or common enough. Companionship. Attention. Yeah, love too, in all its mess and cost. So what am I left with, she wondered. What is it. Simply more aloneness, is that it. I felt less isolated flying alone on my broom than I do coming home to a cottage with dishes drying on a towel and farm animals braying and snorting in the barn. Where everything is a matching pair. Except me, who matches no one and nothing."

-Gregory Maguire, The Witch of Maracoor

#god fucking dammit gregory #autismproblems #over the rainbow #the witch of maracoor #wicked #quotes #gregory maguire

[campsunshinevalley]

omg christophe are you and damien friends also which camp do you belong in

ZE-MOLE: more like acquaintancez, hez only here because he could be proven useful to me with hiz fire

DAMIEN: I am right here you know >:(

ZE-MOLE: acknowledged and don't give 2 sheetz.

ZE-MOLE: and i don't belong to any camp. Mother juzt wanted to be rid of me for a while, knowing her she'd rather I didn't come out of ze womb at all

ZE-MOLE: I'd bite godz fingerz off before I-AGH-

DAMIEN: Camp Redwood, the summer camp for problematic children, little arsonists, fat kids and emos

ZE-MOLE: mother fucker!

DAMIEN: silence peasant.

DAMIEN: we should be asleep right now but Christophe wanted to go rescue his "prince charming"

DAMIEN: and i had nothing better to do so I followed along

ZE-MOLE: ze plan iz zimple

DAMIEN: dammit not again-

ZE-MOLE: we go to ze borderz of Camp Bimbo and Damien burnz down ze bushez around ze area zo I don't need to dig around it.

DAMIEN: lazy ass-

ZE-MOLE: zen we go to ze cabin where zey have Gregory imprizoned and break him out.

ZE-MOLE: zen we sneak pazt zat dumb gay azz Counzellor, steal ze emoz car from zunshine valley and get ze fuck out of here.

ZE-MOLE: zere are juzt 2 more people we need incaze zis plan goez to utter sheet.

DAMIEN: what are you doing? Won't that make a noise?

ZE-MOLE: zats ze plan.

DAMIEN: there are so many other things I could be doing right now

DAMIEN: if we get caught or worse I'm telling my dad on you >:(

ZE-MOLE: I'd rather reazon with ze devil zan converze with ze unreazonable hand of injuztice god holdz.

#ask blog #southpark #southpark art #southpark ask #south park #south park ask blog #sp art #southpark au #southpark oc #ze mole #christophe delorne #damien thorn #gregory of yardale #sp gregory #sp gregstophe #pip pirrup #phillip pirrup #phillip pip pirrup #thomas south park #askawaycamper:)

[princess-of-the-corner]

... Natsuo's in med school you say?

Enji: I'm finally rid of that rude doctor. Never have to see him again.

Natsuo: Hey guess what, a highly respected doctor is offering to mentor me!

Fuyumi: That's great! Who are they?

Natsuo: Dr. Gregory House, I heard he takes no shit from his patients.

Enji: God fucking dammit.

EXACTLY FUCKING RIP

[stone-97]

GGY: SB - Truth

-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-CRACK-THUMP-THUMP-CRACK-

“I’m furious, beyond furious actually. This anger had been building ever since Becker was butchered by Glitchtrap and his obedient murder slave. Being stripped of control like that is nerve-wracking. It was important to send Becker on a goose chase, all those morons had to do was leave multiple trails out of the city. Should’ve known the plan was doomed to FAIL, but I’m not omnipotent, just overly cautious and paranoid.”

-BZBBZZZBZZBBZBBBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBBBZZBZZZZZZZBZZBZBZZZZZ-

I CAN’T BE EVERYWHERE; SLEEP IS A MUST FOR US! STABILITY REQUIRES SLEEP!

-BSBSBSBBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSBSBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSBSBSBBSSB-

I CAN FEEL OUR BODY TREMBLE AS THE A FAMILIAR VOICE YELLS IN MY HEAD

              My head shakes as the buzzing fades away again, refocusing on the matter at hand. It had slipped my mind what the ramifications of denying the blinding weasel and the braindead puppet. Although, HIS plans went beyond resurrecting a worthless zombie, unlike my “associate’s” belief in the zombie’s gospel. I’m not a fool, the only reason Vanny was still useful was because she has VANESSA’S BODY. My host’s existence was testament to the zombie’s failed initial plan. Then again, it was a miracle that Glitchtrap didn’t order Vanny to dispose of Gregory.

“God dammit! What’s the point of gaining remnant if the dumbasses want child remnant specifically.” My hands vibrate from pain as I tore up failed notes to grasp ointment and gauze.

-RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP-POP-SQUEELCH-FWIIIPPPP-RIP-TACK-

“Those two are doing as they please, disregarding the consequences and this new “plan” of theirs will be blown-up in their faces, don’t need to be a genius to see that.” My hair is ruined, and my base is dusty.

-CCCCCRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAK-

              I look at the worn photos in a corner, an echo of nostalgia filling my host before fading into obscurity. Gregory had turned every mirror in the base to the walls, but I know he’s hiding from that specter. I know the specter isn’t harmful, but Gregory suffered enough at the ghastly apparition of my “Boss” to leave mental scars. The apparition is talkative, a mechanic, and clearly a past victim, I don’t know who it is though they value family if their staring at pictures isn’t obvious enough.

“Gregory is an orphan by no fault of his own, I still see flashes of that night he became one by Glitch’s orders. I desired to be FREE, now I’m tired of it all, so fucking tired. Just a few more tuning sessions and I can set it all in motion.”

-CREAK-FWOOSH-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-

-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-

              The comforting, amber glow of Gregory’s remnant illuminates this room, the jars are quiet and calm in his presence. However, the room adjacent to this crawl space closet is different, almost joyous in the windy whispers. Although I hadn’t the reason to look into Gregory’s memories, I’m aware of their shared past, but the remnant isn’t picky in what is transferred back into the body. So, I see Gregory’s childhood before the headset, yet it’s clear that Vanny existed before it all. I can’t understand what made her wait to kill THEM, she could’ve done it at any time prior. I can theorize but no proof exists to answer this query of mine.

-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-

-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-

-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-

“It’s all irrelevant, I need to finish what’s in store before those two get wise to my lip service and platitudes. Lucky for me, Vanny’s forethought isn’t beyond covering up her crimes, or she’d ask about the remnant I’m using. Time to check the others.” Crossing the gap to the door.

              This was the other secret I’d kept for so long, these jars are almost gone, soon nothing will stop me from getting what I want. I can feel the exhaustion in my being, but I’m almost finished, soon nothing will matter after this is all over, not Vanny, the missing children, nor the past. Gregory will wake believing it all to be nothing short of a bad dream, it’ll be better for us all in the end.

-Staring into the, now hung, mirror, with the ghost behind me-

              It’s merely a feeling, but a warm echo settled into my chest, guess you agree with my plan. I’m no longer looking at a reflection of blue eyes, only weary amber stared back, a splash of ever-present pain apparent in them. How it feels to watch an imposter live your life, steal your friends, and continuously bloody your hands until knee-deep in bodies. That is a kind of trauma I could never understand, but freedom is near, yours and MIINE.

“Cassidy won’t agree to your plan, no longer will HE be in her grasp.” Sorrow hangs in the room from the ghost.

“What SHE desires is irrelevant, after all, she is still hiding from the consequences of HER actions.” Tis wrong to snap at him, but her actions led to this nightmare’s existence.

              I turn to the machine, Vanessa’s unconscious form strapped into the comfy chair. Moving her was easy, but Gregory worries, she’s gaunt, starved of nutrients, and so pale it’s as if she’s already dead. Yet, tis an improvement over how near-death she had been before the “tuning” I began. Calling it tuning was quite clever when the truth was that I’d been feeding the agony Vanny pulled from Vanessa back into Vanessa’s body.

-SLOSH-GURGLE-TINK-

              I stared down at the faintly glowing, emerald liquid sloshing and coiling the jar like a water snake. It YEARNS to return to the host. I lied when I told them that Vanny would overtake Vanessa, it wasn’t the opposite either, this would weaken Vanny’s hold tremendously, but it won’t be a miracle fix-it as I mentioned to the ghost. There are still other safeguards that wardens set up.

“When the stage is set, I won’t be able to communicate with him, so you’ll have to in my stead.” My eyes glance to the darkened corner.

-TINK-SHINK-TINK-SHINK-TINK-SHINK-WWWHHHIRRRMMM-BUBBLE-BUBBLE-FSSSSS-

“Now then Vanessa, this is your final round of shots. Soon, you’ll be right as rain and on your way.” I slot the jars into the feeder before pressing the button.

              I’d set up Gregory’s feeder last night, so all I need is to sit and let the machine work as we sleep. Everything is done, soon Freddy will deliver Vanessa to the Lost and Found office. As for Gregory, my faithful partner will hide him in one of my burrows near the Atrium, just in time for the show. Vanny and Glitch will be scrambling to brainwash him again. I’ll be laughing the entire time, wherever I land when they realize the chip is gone, from Gregory.

              Remnant is a wonderful quick fix, as long as the one healed match the one it’s pulled from. I glance at the faded scar that’s hidden by Vanessa’s right bang, it’s shrinking more, soon it’ll be completely gone. How easy those two were to convince, an unexpected accident with a Monty endo in P&S was all I needed as en excuse to put her under. Now to get rid of the last piece, her chips.

-POP-HHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS-SQUEAK-HIS-BUBBLE-SPARK-BZZZ-ZIP-GURGLE-

“It’s time for you to return, Gregory. This night will be nightmarish, perhaps traumatizing. No need to worry, you won’t be alone. Neither of you will be alone.” Situating myself comfortably, nodding to my assistant bot.

-WWWHHHIRRRMMM-BUBBLE-BUBBLE-FSSSSS-

              My vision blurs as the needles gently poke and the injections start flooding Gregory’s veins at once. No surprise, I feel at peace, my mind tranquil as the blur turns from white to black.

“-sigh- It’s finally time, will be amazing to sleep, uninterrupted.” Gregory’s head lolls as the rest of him relaxes into the chair.

“It’s time; wake up, Gregory, wake up.” My eyes close forever.

#fnaf ggy #mentioned vanny #fnaf au #canon divergent au #dr rabbit #fnaf gregory #mentioned glitchtrap #failed possession #fnaf remnant #mentioned ghost #implied surgery

[fnafsbheadcanon]

Vanessa: Status update?

Gregory, sleep deprived: MXES has gotten their third… *yawn* update in the last few hours. Any issues they had before should be fixed- *Head drops on keyboard*

Vanessa: God dammit. Freddy, I thought you said he was getting sleep?

Freddy’s head: I- Well, you see- He-

“Caution. Going into rest mode.”

Vanessa: Freddy, don’t you dare-

*Powers himself down*

Vanessa: … Both of you are grounded when you wake up

At the moment Vanessa realized how fucking cute they look when they are asleep

#fnaf security breach #fnaf headconons #fnaf vanessa #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanons #fnaf gregory #fnaf glamrock freddy

[witch-park]

Clyde: what the hell are they doing there

Tweek: shh! keep quiet or you might hear us

Tolken: man that's weird, is this place some kind of cult or something?

Stan: you are right it seems that they are doing something strange

Kyle: might not think that this is a type of worship?, what if it is a tradition? it's not always the same as in south park

Clyde: So why the hell it seems that they are doing an initiation to invoke something

Tolken: friend, if they were to invoke something, it would most likely be satan or damien, apart from that we have already had experience with those two, I don't think that if they discovered us they would sacrifice us

Stan: if that were to happen we would already have new gossip to tell others

Craig: Leopod, I'll go get more spices for the food

Butters: Sure Craig, I'm glad you're helping us out this year, and you know I'd rather be called butters

Craig: whatever you say, butters........."I'm glad you're helping us out this year" if we just drink a fucking broth to exercise our powers, I'm getting fed up

Tweek: guys, it looks familiar to me

Kyle: tweek is silent, they must not discover us

Tweek: B-But...

Kyle: But nothing, end of discussion

Clyde: dude, why are you so cruel to tweek? It even seems that you don't care what I say

Kyle: you shut up! I just don't want to be found out! We still don't know what they are capable of!

Craig: What the hell are they supposed to be doing? They are in serious trouble, intruders

Stan: shit...

Kyle: let's clarify that we will die because of tweek

Tweek: DAMMIT!!! YOU REALLY ARE A GOOD DAMN BOYFRIEND JEW!!!

Butters: I promise that as craig you will bring more spices this broth will be stronger this year, I wish pip and Christophe had been here.....

Craig: Hey! Look what I found looking for the spices! What do we do with these intruders who seem to want to kill each other?... I think?

whispers: Intruders?

whispers1: can not be!

whispers2: What will we do!?

whispers3: Are they going to ruin our night?

Butters: ENOUGH!!! I-I'm sure these intruders weren't trying to ruin our feast! Better thank craig for catching them!

person: Why don't you tell our leader?

Person: Yes! she will surely know what to do with them!

Butters: I-I don't I-I think it's necessary, she must be busy, you know, doing leader things

Estella: What the hell is going on here!? What do they not want to tell me?

Butters: E-ESTELLA!!! N-You didn't have to come yet, things aren't ready yet-

Gregory: You have no right to yell at the leader like that.I remind you that she is your superior, and you should refer to her as leader

Butters: Ahg....whatever you say general gregory...leader, craig found some intruders while looking for more spices

Estella: Really? My witch! Craig I'm proud of you! You caught your first intruders!

Craig: T-Thank you my leader

Gregory: congratulations young tucker

Estella: Now...let's see what we will do with these intruders

Stan: now we're screwed...

Estella: who the fuck are you? And why did they come here? Are they hunters or something?

Clyde: w-well, the truth, miss, is that we got lost

Tweek: E-It's true, my friend is absolutely right, we don't know where we are, please we ask you not to do anything to us

Gregory: I say we drop them from the top of our mountains to rot in the depths of the sea

Estella: GREGORY!!! Excuse him, he usually behaves like a fucking rat!

Kyle: Good, now I have to put up with two blondes? GOD I CAN BARELY WITH TWEEK!!!

Tweek: HEY!! That sounded cruel....

Gregory: HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT US!!!

Estella: Greg, I'll take care of it.........DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER JUST FOR INSULTING US!!??!! YOU KNOW TO BE A STUPID REDHEAD YOU ARE VERY CRUEL TO YOUR FRIEND!!!!

Tweek: Boyfriend, I'm your boyfriend....

Estella: Even worse, he really doesn't know how to take his role seriously

Kyle: Yes tweek thanks for making two blondes yell at me

Stan: There you know that kyle already shut up, you need a nap

Kyle: W-Wait what are you goi-

Stan: Sleep!

-Snap-

Estella: What did you just do?

Stan: It's a skill that I have, with a click and saying sleep, I can put people to sleep

Estella: oh that would be good for you gregory so you at least stop being a bigot shit

Gregory: Just because I have respect for you Estella, I would have already torn you to pieces

Estella: If yes, what you say, better because we don't let intruders accompany us to our party, only if they keep the blonde's boyfriend tied up

Tweek: That could be a good idea, thank you very much miss

Estella: Please call me Stella

#south park #south park au #alternative universe #gregory of yardale #estella havisham #tweek tweak #stan marsh #tolkien black #clyde donovan #kyle broflovski #butters stotch #craig tucker

[kayfarafey]

oh my god oh my god wait is-7 happened in 2000 that means miles hadn't become friends with phoenix and larry yet im gonna cry gregory edgeworth was so legitimately worried abt his son making friends imagine how fucking happy he mustve been. god dammit.

#lukewarm tybalt content #aai2 spoilers

[helenofsimblr]

Elita: Gregory emerged and sat down he had already decided he wasn’t going to say anything. But Jimmy love his little cornball self was going to try.

Jimmy: Hey sport, my name’s Jimmy and I’m…

Gregory: A cop, I can see. Look I didn’t see shit and I don’t know shit. Those guys being hurt, I dunno anything about that.

Mr Blakeman: Gods dammit boy. You better answer this officer’s questions, or you’re gonna be real sorry. You get me? Now come on, spill the fucking beans!

Jimmy: That's ok sir, look now son, I just need you to tell me what you saw? Because… tween, you and me… I find it hard to believe a slip of a girl like that could do that kinda damage you understand?

***

Gregory: Woah! Nice try cop. But like I told you, I dunno squat.

Jimmy: Do you know the girl? You hang out with her?

Gregory: I can’t remember. I see lots of people.

Jimmy: Now look, I know you don’t wanna be snitchin’ on a friend. But this isn’t about not being a snitch, its about finding out what happened to a couple of poor guys who got their asses kicked.

Gregory: Sorry - Officer - I can’t help you.

Jimmy: Well, funny thing is see, I been to your school and spoke with a very helpful boy called Ben. Now, Ben says one day you and your friend Jarad were being a bit mean to him and then this blonde girl showed up and gave you both a good kicking. She had an older kid with her too, in both instances, so… Shall we talk about Ben instead?

***

Mr Blakeman: My gods, and I thought stealing my smokes was the dumbest things this kid was doing! Spit it out boy! Talk!

Gregory: Ben’s making it up. Yeah we were being a bit mean to him, but he’s an asshole and he was spreading bad shit about me. We was just trying to scare him a bit. I don’t remember any girl and her brother coming along.

Jimmy: Now see, I said he was an older kid. I never said he was a brother. So thanks for clarifying that for me.

Gregory: I didn’t say nothing!

Jimmy: So, what I’m gonna do is find this girl’s older brother and then take it from there. It’d be very helpful if you’d offer a name.

Gregory: Told you. I don’t know the name of the girl, or the older kid which may or may not have been her brother.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #The Tomorrow Men #KSU #Gregory #Jimmy #Mr Blakeman #tw swearing #tw bad language

[bridgertonbabe]

Things I Loved in S2

In no particular order;

- I can’t praise the cast enough for their acting, everyone was on their A-game and fucking knocked it out of the park

- Baby Basset!!!!! The cutest little bubba!!!!!

- The country dance scene at the unattended Bridgerton ball! Anthony calling to Hyacinth and the reveal that she and Gregory were lurking upstairs - the way Anthony twirled Hyacinth when she reached him - everyone having fun and getting lost in the dance - even Eloise enjoying herself - Hyacinth and Eloise getting spun around by their brothers - Violet dancing with Mary and Edwina - Gregory dancing with Lady D - Kanthony dancing together at the end - Hyacinth asking if they can do the quadrille next... the whole scene was perfection!!!!

- Gregory and Eloise practicing dancing together and how he genuinely had an interest in learning!!!! 

- It really got me the way Penelope whipped out a full parchment from her cleavage during the Whistledown flashback at the top of the season.

- Theo Sharpe and Mr Dorset being very cute additions to the cast  😏

- Kate fitting in with the Bridgerton siblings right away during Pall Mall

- Anthony’s face when she happily waded through the mud to retrieve her ball

- I adored the moment they fell into the mud together and couldn’t help but laugh

- Violet and Lady D losing it and laughing with hopelessness during the wedding; very relatable

- The scene with the king; the queen was so vulnerable with her love for him and how incredibly well Edwina handled the situation

- Anthony’s scene with Gregory... god dammit the emotions...

- As well as Kate’s scene with Mary in the final episode, fucking A* acting

- Just how much Kate and Edwina love each other

- Dorset wondering aloud with Kate and Anthony should be separated at the races for encouraging each other

- The fencing scene! Brothers trying to best each other! Brothers needling each other! Brothers avoiding real conflict but giving us a glimmer of underlying and unsaid feelings!

- Anthony and Newton’s face-off through the crack in the door

- Anthony inhaling Kate’s scent and Lady D catching him 

- Honestly just how fucking horned up he kept getting just from her scent

- The way I squealed when Sir Phillip appeared! And how happy he was to chat with Colin about all the plants he saw on his travels!!! He’s so pure!

- Oliver and Amanda confirmed!!!! 

- Philippa marrying Mr Finch!!!!!

- Anthony’s siblings hoping Kate comes to live with them when he marries Edwina! The panic he had at the mention of her name!

- The general sibling sparring and teasing

- Kate telling Anthony she’s to return to India once Edwina marries him and his face completely falling

- Edmund’s death scene... the anguish of it all...

- Anthony tearing up when he heard Kate had woken

- I’d have to say my favourite cover was You Oughta Know

- When Colin took Penelope’s hand in the final episode!!! How he took Marina’s words on board and recognised how important Pen was to him!! How he was ensuring to look out and protect her and her family!!! The way he stood up to Jack and played the hero!!! Dancing with Pen!!! 

- And then what she overheard after all that... as much as I adore the sweet Polin interactions, I also live for the Polin angst!!!!

- Eloise and Penelope’s showdown... the acting was off the charts, the emotions were palpable... Claudia and Nicola fucking nailed it

- Penelope befriending and teaming up with Madame Delacroix

- Every time Kanthony held/brushed hands like you dumb sluts

- And the tension in their dances... I live off of that shit

- Colin having to cover for a high!Benedict

- How little Eloise cared to hear about Colin’s travels

- Also that interaction between Eloise and Colin when the family convened during the wedding which was essentially Colin saying;

- And of course; Newton

#bridgerton spoilers #season 2 spoilers #to those wondering why there's a lack of benedict in this post #i'll be doing a separate list for him

[alex-guerin]

Diego...you're pushing this grant for a place that is "above the red tape"...I don't like the sounds of this. This...sounds military. It sounds...like it has something to do with the Manes men....I trust TWO (2) Manes men (...okay, potentially three (3)...Tripp is still an unknown in my opinion so far, though).

Yes! Good! Get 'im, Michael! Flint needs to have the snot beat out of him!

Oh Rosa...sweetie...you deserved so much better than what life has handed you. I hope you get better and nothing bad happens to you and that you and Isobel can be friends....

Kyle Valenti and Max Evans trying to be sneaky and searching Flint Manes' house for info not regarding the missing Sneaky Sneaky Codebreaker Alex Manes is just hilarious. Boys, hiding in a closet? Really? No kissing in there, okay? Kyle, last time you hid in a closet you and Liz ended up kissing....you don’t have a great track record for hiding in closets, Valenti.

"Dude. Anyone ever tell you you smell like rain?" Kyle...really? I just can’t with your dumbass. Really!!

Michael, beat the snot out of that smarmy no good rotten bigoted racist asshole that doesn't even deserve to be the slime under his brother's boots.

Okay. No. NO!! YOU BITCH! YOU DO NOT GET TO LIMIT MICHAEL'S TELEKINESIS AND BLACKMAIL HIM INTO BUILDING YOU A FUCKING BOMB! YOU BITCH!! YOU HELPED TO KIDNAP ALEX! LIZ! ROSA! KILL YOUR MOTHER! SHE'S BAD AND WICKED!!

Maxwell. You are becoming a junkie on Liz's antidote...this is not good. Not good at all...

Kyle Valenti. How did you go from high school jackass to such an adorable, sweet dork?

And omg I am legit terrified for my precious Michael. Like, he's being forced to help build a bomb that will ultimately kill him, Liz, and Max. And probably Rosa. And potentially even Mimi Deluca and Maria Deluca. Depending on how much alien DNA is still present in them? Remains to be seen on their front...

I love the love-hate relationship between Isobel and Maria. It's fantastic.

"If disaster doesn't strike, justice can't be served" there's something wrong with that sentence...Michael, figure it out for me. And then beat the snot out of Helena Ortecho. And Flint and Jesse Manes just for good measure.

Nope. I change my mind about Diego. I don't trust him.

And that had better not be my Alex chained to a fucking radiator!

It is! It's my baby! And Michael found him! And they're hugging!! And Michael was worried about him!

"Your leg..." "Yeah, they took my prosthetic. I tried to bludgeon my brother with it" omg Alex Manes how are you so fucking perfect??

MY BABIES!

"She's avenging her murdered lover," "Oh my God, I love a good Tela Novela" Isobel, seriously? Alex is still in trouble, dammit! That thing will target Manes blood! ...my only hope is that it takes Flint along with it....

"He wants the parades, he wants the medals..." all I hear in my head is Tony Stark, "He's a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades. He wants a monument built to the skies with his name plastered...son-of-a-bitch..." which oddly seemed to fit with Liz's line of thought there...

Have I mentioned that I love Sanders, lately? May nothing bad ever happen to the man who tried so hard to adopt Michael but was refused every time...

Also, definitely definitely no longer trust Diego. He is NOT good peoples. Screw him! I hope he gets his!

Noooo! No good can come from this!

Max Evans, how many times are you going to die? Is this going to become a running season ending? You dying somehow? Did you at least take out Flint, first?

"You know what he is, son." "I know what he means to Alex." Bless you Gregory Manes! Bless you! May the sun forever shine on your beautiful soul.

Omg Maria got a dose of the alien destroying bomb...not good. Not good at all...I may not like her being with Michael, but I do like her and want her to be okay!

GREGORY MANES! YOU BEAUTIFUL PRECIOUS THING!!! YOU SAVED ALEX AND MICHAEL!!! ...I just hope you don't get sent away for killing your father. Self-defense plea?

...people are calling Jesse Manes a...savior? WHAT. THE. FUCK???

Diego, you need to leave. Go away. Leave now. Be gone.

Michael and Alex destroying the shed is *chef kiss*

Weirdly enough, I ship Liz/Max more in the reboot than I did in the original series. That's weird, right? Like, original series I was totally Michael/Maria and was eh over Liz and Max. Reboot I am all for Liz and Max and much of the no for Maria and Michael. It's weird. I know it's weird. Shuddup.

Yes. Good. Break up. Because Michael belongs with Alex. How many times must I scream this? THEY’RE COSMIC!!!

"It's as if we were built from the same star. Brought together by something cosmic..." uhhhh sooooo...Alex's great uncle Tripp had a cosmic connection to Michael's mom? I have so many questions but none of them matter because THEY'RE COSMIC!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

I love the awkward look between Michael and Alex after Alex read that line and Isobel is just sitting there all dreamy thinking how romantic it is. While those two are like, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....."

Jenna Cameron you are perfection. That is all.

"I am vaguely uncomfortable with this description of my mom tasting ice cream for the first time..." lmao! That or are you vaguely uncomfortable with the fact your mom and Alex's great(great?) Uncle were uh...rather close?

Yuuup. They were definitely close! O.o so weird seeing og Max Evans as a human falling for an alien! My brain is getting so screwed lol!

Max...I'm not sure if Liz is going to forgive you for blowing up her lab, even if it was for her (and yours, Michael, and Izzy's) best interest because Diego is scuuuuuuuum!

Waaaait...waaaaait...no. Is Max....Tripp and Nora's son?? To the Google I go! Tell me your secrets Google....

The Google tells me no, Max is not Nora and Tripp's son. I guess that's kind of a relief...

Awwwww! Charlie and Jenna!!!

"I apologized. I STOPPED." Did you tho, Liz? Did you? Because I don't think you did.

Max, you did kinda have that coming...

Omg...omg...omg...Alex singing. Alex. Is. Singing. I...think I'm totally in love!!!

My baby! MY BABY!! SINGING A SONG FOR MICHAEL! I CAN'T! OH GADS!!

*shrill screaming that breaks the windows of every house on the block*

TYLER BLACKBURN WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HAVE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE AND MAKE ME FEEL THINGS?!?!?

OH GODS! THE LOOK BETWEEN ALEX AND MICHAEL!

🎶🎵You never looked away, now I can't look away...🎵🎶

Oh my God...I am legit crying over Alex's song. Someone please tell me Tyler has the full thing released somewhere? I'm running to Youtube to check...

OMG IT'S ON YOUTUBE!! I AM SCREAMING AND SOBBING!!!

IT'S ON PANDORA,TOO??? AHHHHHHHH!!!! *screams in sobbing mess*

I know how this episode ends...I don't think I can bring myself to watch Michael leave the bar and see the heartbreak on Alex's face...I just...y'know what...gonna skip the rest of this scene. Can't see my baby's heart shattering knowing Michael left before the end of the song. I'm just gonna download this song and listen to it on repeat for the rest of my life. Goodnight all...

#roswell nm #roswell new mexico #alex manes #michael guerin #max evans #isobel evans #kyle valenti

[adrenaline-roulette]

Four Eighths

Pairing: Four x Eight (Reader) Word Count: 8K+ (She’s a doozy!) Warnings: Language, angst, very basic medical procedures *Disclaimer: Hey again guys, so sorry about the delay with this chapter. But I’ll admit, I actually got this posted a lot sooner than I thought I would! So kudos to me I guess? I just want to say a huge thank you to all of those who have been with this story since the beginning, and those who have joined us along the way. This isn’t the end of this story, but I just want to let you all know how much you all mean to me.  And please remember, if you read this story and you like it, give it a like, a comment and maybe even a reblog if you think your followers may like it? I know there isn’t much happening in the 6 Underground fandom these days, but the only way to keep it alive, is if people keep reading and writing for the characters!

All my love my dudes ❤❤❤

Probably best if you check out the other chapters first..... One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

Chapter Eleven: Don’t let me fall, at least not alone

“Four? Can you hear me?” Billy felt weak, and highly disoriented. His head was spinning, as if he actually was fighting a migraine, unlike the one he was supposed to be faking…. Faking, why was he faking a migraine again? “Four, stay with us!” The voice continued calling out, though why was this person yelling out a number? A name sure, he could understand that. But calling out random numbers? That just served to confuse him more.

“Four, god dammit! Keep your fucking eyes open!” This was a new voice now, one which sounded just as Billy’s eyes had slowly drifted closed against the harsh fluorescent lights above him. How strange, surely these people weren’t addressing him were they?

“Four, please just stay with us a little longer! Five, how are you going with those injections?” The same voice from before was firing orders, her voice holding an edge of fear and concern. Suddenly a shadow appeared above his closed eyes, and carefully he peeled them open, relieved to not be greeted with bright lights, and instead by a shadowed figure. “Billy, please just keep your eyes open for me. You’re going to be fine, I swear.” She was whispering to him, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Though it was hard to be sure, especially as he struggled to keep his eyes from falling shut once more.

How had things turned out like this? The last thing he could recall, was speaking with a woman dressed in white at a reception desk. Then it had all gone blank for him.

*****

You paced around the small living room of the house you had all been calling base for the past few weeks, sucking in deep breath after deep breath, all the while clutching your arms around yourself in a tight embrace. “Nope, I can’t do it. I cannot do this guys!”

Two looked up at you from her gossip magazine, having taken great pleasure in the abundance of French reading material. She was the only one of you in the group to have settled into your temporary accommodation, and was fitting in with the locals perfectly. Rolling her eyes at your outburst, she returned to her reading. It wasn’t that she was being unsupportive, far from it actually. It was just that she had reached her limit of words of support, forty odd minutes ago, at the beginning of your breakdown.

“Yes, you can. You know you can! We’ve been over the plan hundreds of times now, everything is in place. Weapons are stored in the hospital, the Lushnick’s are there, we’ve seen them! Everything is working out according to plan. Four will be on his way to Emergency within a few hours, then it’s all up to us. We can’t leave him.” It was One’s turn to play reassurer this time around, and he was the first to raise Four as if knowing it would get a rise out of you.

You whirl on the spot, eyes growing wide and pupils blown. “I never suggested we leave Four! I ju– I just don’t know if this mission is a good idea is all?”

One sighed, squaring his shoulders before smoothing his hands down his turquoise scrubs. “Eight, if you had one shot, or one opportunity. To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would capture it? Or just let it slip?”

You stare at One, blinking slowly as silence fills the room. “Is – Was that Eminem?” You stammer, shaking your head gently, as if to clear the fog which had settled there. Surely you were mistaken, One couldn’t be quoting Lose yourself, right?....

“Does it make it any better or worse knowing this isn’t the first time he’s used that as a motivational speech?” Seven grins, winking at you impishly.

“I think what makes it worse is knowing that no matter what reaction he got last time, he still decided to try it again!”

“Touché, and dude, get yourself a better speech already!” Seven smirks, patting One on the shoulder as he walks by and towards the kitchen. His uniform shirt half buttoned as he goes.

“Why does everyone know that song straight away?” One groans, looking genuinely confused.

“Because it’s the bloody 2020’s! And not to hate on Slim or anything, but for the love of god, replace your ipod shuffle, and listen to some new music. Please!” You plead, as the startling thought of One thinking lose yourself was a new song creeped its way into your mind, causing you to shudder.

Five steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind her. Looking like the absolute goddess she is, with her hair wrapped in a fluffy towel, and a robe concealing her, she fixes you with a strong look. “Eight. You are ready for this. Upon our first mission, we were all terrified. But we pulled through, one way or another we did what needed to be done, and look where we are now. I know what you’re feeling, we all do. We’ve all been there, trust me. But the only way this will work, the only way we will be able to get to the Lushnick’s, is if we stick together and work this mission just as we’ve planned. That means all of us. We can’t be a member short, not this time.” Without waiting for your response, Five walks away, closing a bedroom door behind her.

You have no response, no witty retort. Nothing. Not that it would matter, Five wasn’t there to hear it anyway. Chewing on your bottom lip, you turn back to One, who still looked somewhat put out by your ipod comment. “Has anyone seen my uniform?”

*****  

Just after 11am, Billy made his way to the hospital and into the Emergency department, cradling his head between his palms, and groaning in mock agony. His earpiece was safely tucked in his ear, providing him contact with his team. Contact which he had been severely missing these past few weeks. At first it had been bearable, what with your secret texts on your burner phone. But when One had arrived at the safe house, it had been harder to sneak messages, until finally they had ceased all together. But hearing your voice now, ringing through his ears, he felt like he was home. Despite walking into a hospital.

“Genevieve Lushnick is on the move. Last seen leaving Ward 11A.” You advise everyone.

“She finished her rounds in Paediatrics much earlier, not sure where she’s headed now.” Five recalls, the sounds of crying infants in the background of her voice.

“Usually her roster would have her checking on Geriatrics in Ward 7B next. But She’s already been there. That was her second visit of the day.” Seven advises, though he sounds confused. To be fair, so does everyone else. Genevieve was changing up her routine, something she hadn’t done at all during their surveillance of her. So why now?

“Hold on, let me see if I can track her down through the live camera feeds.” You suggest, the sounds of your fingers flying across a keyboard breaking the silence which followed.

Billy’s concentration on the conversation happening in his ear is cut off by a woman dressed in white sat at the Emergency reception desk. A nurse from the looks of her. “Bonjour, comment puis-je vous aider?” She blinks wide amber eyes up at Billy, who stares back confusedly.

“Uh, En-English?” A part of him wants to chastise himself for not learning French for this mission. But knowing he was playing the part of a tourist he allowed himself some leeway in the preparation department.

The nurse smiles further, though the more teeth she shows the more forced it looks. “Of course. How may I help you today sir?”

“I just flew in a few days ago, and I have an awful headache. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. All lights are too bright, I feel weak, my head is pounding, and I feel nauseas.”

“Has this just begun, or is this an ongoing issue?”

“No, it just started this morning. I took a couple of paracetamol to help when I woke up, but they’ve done nothing.”

The nurse nods her head, looking down at her computer, as Billy adds in a groan for effect. Just as the nurse asks for personal details, One appears from the behind the desk. “Goodness, what’s wrong with this man? He looks like death on two legs!”

Billy repeats what he had just told the nurse, with One nodding along, and playing every part the good doctor. “You need to be seated immediately. Someone, bring me a wheelchair!” One calls in the direction of the wardsmen who are stood around the waiting room. “Jennifer, you need to be more familiar with signs of a migraine. This young man, what was your name sir?”

“James.” Billy moans, falling back into the wheelchair once it appears behind him, laying his head back for added effect.

“Yes, James could have collapsed at any moment. Please be more mindful next time.” One warns, a harsh glare in his eyes directed at the young nurse.

“O-of course Doctor Cleavers. It won’t happen again.”

Billy can barley contain his smirk at the sound of One’s alias, covering his attempted chuckle with a well-timed groan.

“Does anyone have eyes on Gregory?” Two whispers harshly into her earpiece, causing Billy to flinch slightly, just as one does the same. Christ, Two needs to keep her tone down!

It’s Three’s turn to respond first now, who sounds quite proud of himself as he speaks. “He’s up in theatres, doing God knows what to God knows who.” The sound of a trolley filled with rattling dishes being pushed, barely making his mumbled voice audible.

One moves around behind Billy, kicking up the brake on the wheelchair, and pushing him towards the swipe pass activated doors, leading to the Emergency treatment area. The deafening silence flowing through both his and Billy’s earpieces cause the two men to glance at each other nervously.

“How long ago did you see Gregory heading to theatres?” You ask, an edge of worry hinting at your tone.

Yet another long pause, until. “During breakfast rounds… I suppose two hours ago, maybe?” Three no longer sounds sure of himself, which sets in a sinking feeling in all those on the team.

“He was scheduled to finish surgery one hour ago. Has anyone seen him this past hour?” You snap back, perhaps more of a bite in your words than you had intended.

“Negative.” Replies One in a quiet voice, while smiling at fellow doctors as he pushed Billy.

“No.” That was Two.

“Nope.” Five now, who had been awfully quiet so far.

“Neither.” Three mumbles, likely feeling as dejected as he sounded.

“Well you know I haven’t.” Billy smirks. It was a risk him speaking to the group like this, but currently with his head tilted back, and staring up at the ceiling as he was being wheeled down a corridor, no one really paid any attention to him.

“I’ve only seen Genevieve. The two haven’t been together all morning sorry.” Seven whispers.

“Fuck me…” You breathe out, slamming your fists down on the desk. “I can’t see either of them on the live feeds!”

Carefully, Billy lifts his head once again, turning over his shoulder to peer up at One, who was frowning and staring dead ahead.  “Is there a problem Doctor Cleavers?” He mumbles, keeping the act up for anyone who may pass.

“There very well may be.” One mutters, only glancing down at Billy for a brief moment.

The two continue down the corridor for another few minutes, the bright clinical lights beginning to bring on a genuine headache for Billy now. Finally, they come to a stop in a large treatment room, multiple beds lining the walls, all encircled by blue curtains. Some had been drawn for patient’s privacy, while others remained opened. In the centre of the room was a large desk where Nurses and Doctors hurried to and from, collecting and depositing various prescriptions and clinical orders. “James, are you able to stand to bring yourself over to the bed?” One asks, raising his voice enough to somewhat put on a show for those nearby.

The temptation to ask One to pick him up is almost too great to pass up, but knowing that somehow it would come back to haunt him, Billy opts for standing himself. “I think I can manage, thank you Doc.” Standing slowly, Billy pivots on the spot, and shuffles over to the bed, hoisting himself up and laying back.

“We’ll need to bring your fluids up, I’m worried about you becoming dehydrated. We’ll need to cannulate you. Have you ever had a cannula before?”  One asks, waving for a nurse to come and assist him.

“No, I don’t think I have.”  

“Not to worry, it’s relatively quick and painless.”

The nurse hurries over, and listens as One fires orders at him, orders which he had picked up from watching medical shows, mostly scrubs…. “We need James on a drip ASAP, get that started now!”

“Right away Doctor Cleavers.” The nurse agrees, before moving off to grab the necessary equipment.

Billy turns his attention to One, raising his eyebrows in concern. “Are you seriously going to stick a needle in me?” He hisses, emerald eyes flashing in fear.

One shrugs lightly, turning away from Billy to keep an eye out for the nurse. “Well, I’m not going to be injecting you. Can’t say the same for the nurse though.”

Billy wants to scream, at no stage during the briefings had there been any mention of him having a needle jabbed into him! Hell, if there had been any discussions of such a thing, he likely would’ve backed out! Perhaps that was why there was no mention? The nurse reappears, and preps his work station, all the while One, or Doctor Cleavers stays around to supervise the proceedings, occasionally chiming in with his theories as to what the cause for his sudden pain could be.

“Four! One! They’re coming!” Your voice breaks through the stinging sensation of the needle, panic flying through Billy’s veins. “The Lushnick’s! I finally found them on the cameras, they’re headed straight for-” Your voice is broken by puffing breaths, and the sound of your feet pounding on the tiles as you sprint from somewhere else in the hospital.

“Emergency.” Billy finishes, as the two people who he had been staring at photographs of for months now, strut into the treatment room, patients and doctors alike parting like the red sea as the couple head towards Billy and One. Four sets of eyes meet, and no member of either team is willing to break concentration.

“We’ve been expecting you.” Genevieve grins, her canine teeth almost too pointed, like fangs brushing against her ruby painted lips.

“Thank you, Eric, you’ve done a wonderful job here.” Gregory turns to the nurse and nods his head, the nurse returning the gesture and leaving the group.

“Eight for Four, come in Four!” Your voice shouts in his ear, causing Billy to flinch away.

“Ah, that must be the rest of your team I take it? Not to worry, we have our people taking care of them as we speak.” Genevieve shrugs, before turning to One. “Seeing as you’re so good at playing Doctor, you’ll be pushing your friend. He won’t be awake much longer. I would hate for him to collapse.”

At these words, Billy shoots up on the bed, his head spinning as he does so. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Genevieve waves him off, her nails painted the same shimmering ruby as her lips. “Surely you don’t expect me to give away our secrets? That’s not how people like us work.”

One steps behind Billy’s bed, and begins driving it forwards, following behind the Lushnick’s with a scowl. Billy could see the wheels in his mind turning, as he tried to formulate a plan of escape, though from every way he looked at it, they were pretty well fucked. He could feel his body growing tired, and his mind becoming clouded and dazed, whatever they had given him, it was taking over his body quickly, and any minute now he would be useless to the team.

*****

Fuck! The entire team had lost the Lushnick’s! How did that even happen? Seven was supposed to be trailing them, he had been doing so every other day perfectly, but what the fuck had gone wrong today? Your fingers fly across the keyboard, frantically switching between all the cameras in the hospital. Some provided a live feed, while others only offered playback, but at this point in time you would take what you could get. Window after window pops open on your monitor, squinting at the slightly pixelated images to try and identify who was being filmed.

“There!” You practically scream, causing one of the guards walking past your office to jump, turning a concerned look your way. “Sorry, just uh – finally got a fly that’s been harassing me all morning.” You blurt out, though with a shrug, the guard walks on, either having bought the lie or not caring enough to question it further. You gaze back at the image on your screen, it was from one of the playback cameras. Both Gregory and Genevieve were spotted seven minutes ago in one of the staff only corridors, leading between the imaging department and emergency. “Seven minutes…. How long does it take to get there?”

“Three! Come in Three!”

“Bloody hell, no need to yell Eight. What is it?”

“On your delivery route, how long does it usually take to get between X-ray and Emergency?”

Three pauses to think, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he does so. “Roughly twenty minutes.”

“We’re fucked.”

“What? What does that mean?!”

You ignore the frantic questions streaming from Three, the others shortly joining in with their own confusion. But you didn’t have time to address their concerns, right now there was only one thing on your mind. Beating the Lushnick’s to the Emergency room. With your heart hammering in your chest, and breathing coming out in desperate gasps you turn back to your computer, snaking your way into the hospital power grid.

You know how to do this, it’s just like what you did for your museum heist way back when you had met One. But for some reason, your brain can’t seem to summon the image of what you need to do. You could try a keyboard smash now that you’re in the controls, but that could seriously damage literally everything… “Come on, just think dammit.” You snarl at yourself, clasping your hands into fists, and pressing them against your temples.

Eyes springing open, you fix a harsh glare at the blinking screen before you, asking for a password. “Y’all Lushnick’s are fucked.” The password it simple to guess, trust the Lushnick’s to use their fucking last name as a password. They may be smart in what they do, but they sure as hell know nothing about internet security. The screen turns black, with a 3D model of the hospital slowly building itself on your screen. With each scroll of your mouse, the model shifts, and enlarges to a new section of the hospital.  A blinking blue bar in the top left of the screen offers a text space, and going on a hunch, you type in ‘Geriatrics’ and press enter. The model disintegrates into tiny pixels, before rebuilding just the section you had searched. “Brilliant…” You whisper to yourself.

The geriatrics ward of the hospital consisted of one main power source, with a backup which would boot up and provide energy to the most necessary equipment and lights in the event of the main grid failing. “Five for Eight, come in?”

“Eight here, what’s going on?”

“I’m being followed. There’s security blocking off just about every exit on this floor, and no matter where I go, there’s someone behind me, or waiting for me.”

“Has anyone else got this issue?” You call out, eagerly awaiting replies. There’s a resounding yes in response, with the only discrepancy coming from Seven.

“A couple of guards caught up to me in 11B, they’ve brought me along to help catch the infiltrators.”

“So they don’t know you’re a part of this?”

“Seems like it. And from what I gather, they aren’t onto you either…”

“Perfect, Seven stay with your team. There’s about to be a Code Blue in geriatrics. I’ll put the call through to all security to get to the ward, that should give the rest of you time to escape. Rendezvous in Staff corridor D.”

You don’t wait to hear the replies from your team, once again your body working quicker than your mind. Your hands already working on shutting down the power to the Geriatrics ward. You should feel worse than you do, you were putting innocent people’s lives at risk. But the one thing which had been drilled into you from the begging was, the team comes first wherever possible. It was Seven who insisted on this. But who were you to argue with him?

Your eyes are glued to your screen as you watch a warning light appear over the 3D model you had been working with. ‘WARNING! Main power grid will be turned off. WARNING!’ It was rather polite of the system to warn you of the damage you were about to inflict, however the flashing red image did little to stop you. With one final mouse click, a new pop up appeared on your screen. This one somehow even more urgent, despite no red flashing lights. ‘WARNING! Main power grid for geriatrics has now been turned off. Back up system now operating.’ An alarm was blaring throughout your office, warning you and all security who remained nearby of a system failure. “All units. Repeat, all units to Geriatric ward immediately. Power failure. All units report.” You instruct through the P/A system.” Instantly, you watch as two security guards’ race past your office, down the hall and towards the stairwell.

“Five, have they gone? Can you get out?” You ask carefully, keeping your voice low in case of any security stragglers.

“Yeah, they’ve all gone now. Jesus Eight, what kind of a system failure did you make?” You can hear her laughing now, though you know the doctor side of her is genuinely concerned as to what chaos you had caused.

“Nothing that should cause any real harm, but it’s done the trick.” You smirk, locking your computer and stepping out of the office.

You knew the security alert wouldn’t deter the Lushnick’s, hell even if the building was on fire, you doubt they would stray from their current target. But if your calculations were correct, you still had at least five minutes to warn One and Four of their impending arrival. Your heavy combat boots pound against the tiles, sprinting your way towards corridor D, praying the others would already be there, or at least arriving soon. Pressing your index finger against your earpiece, your voice sounding frantic even to you. “Four! One! They’re coming!”. They had time, they had to have time….. But with no response from either, you try again. “The Lushnick’s! I finally found them on the cameras, they’re headed straight for Emergency!”

Nothing, not a single word from Four or One. This wasn’t right, they were supposed to have time still, plenty of time to get out of Emergency and meet you and the team. But as you round the corner to Staff corridor D, there’s no One, and sure as hell no Billy. “Thank God you got here alright!” Five gasps, running over to you and wrapping her arms around you. You had never known her to be much of a hugger, but you suppose high stakes situations like this could change a person. Checking over her shoulder you spot Three, Seven, and Two all talking amongst themselves. “Where’re Four and One?” You ask timidly, stepping away from Five’s embrace slowly, and looking between her and the rest of the team.

No one seems inclined to answer you, which only serves to send a deep chill down your spine, and for a solid mass to feel as if it had been lodged in your throat. Pressing on your earpiece again, you try calling for the two again. “Eight for Four and One, come in both of you.”

There’s again no reply, and your heart feels like it’s being strangled. “I heard some of the guards talking. There was talk of a couple of intruders being found…” Seven begins, his dark eyes meeting yours, with a look which could only be described as true sympathy.

Sharp, electric static echoes through your teams ears, all earpieces but yours going haywire for five seconds, before silence once more. “What the fuck was that?” Three snarls, ripping the piece out and glaring at it between his large fingers.

An all too familiar voice speaks slowly now in your ear, but as you look around you realise this voice was only speaking to you. No one else could hear her. “Well, who do we have here. You’re not the Doctor, I would recognise her voice anywhere. And you’re obviously not the French one, unless you’ve managed to disguise your accent, which I truly doubt. So who are you…”

“I’m not playing any of your sick little games Genevieve. Where is the rest of my team?” You hiss, causing the others to look up and over to you.

“Eight? What’s going on?” Two asks carefully, stepping towards you slowly.

“Who are you talking to? Three asks, lifting his brows up.

“Ah, see. There’s the French one! I knew you had to be someone else! Eight was it? Oh how interesting. So what, did another one of your team die? Is that why you’re here?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m not someone’s replacement.”

“Oh aren’t you? Well that just makes this even more special then doesn’t it? Tell me, which one of these charming young men is Four who you seem so concerned about? Is it this ruggishly handsome tall fellow who keeps glaring at me? Or is it the pretty blonde, with the gorgeous green eyes, who’s having a hard time staying awake right now?” It’s an involuntary reaction, but at the mention of Four, your breath catches in your throat, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. “Ah, the blonde it is..”

“What have you done to him? What can’t he stay awake?”

“My my, so many questions! If you didn’t want anything to happen to him, then maybe you shouldn’t have used him a bait silly little girl!”

“Where the fuck is he?”

“I suppose I could tell you, it would be rather enjoyable to see the look on your face as we operate on him, while there’s nothing you can do about it…”

You don’t wait to hear anymore, ripping the earpiece out and throwing it as far down the corridor as possible. “Theatres. The Lushnick’s have Four and One. They’re about to do something to Four.” You gasp out, barely able to catch your breath, as tears prick the backs of your eyes.

“Shhh, Eight it’s going to be fine, I promise.” Five offers, soothing her palm down your back gently.

“Don’t you dare make empty promises.” You growl, shaking her off and racing down the hall, towards the stairwell.

*****  

“What have you given him?” One growls, glaring between both the Lushnick’s and Four who lay on an operating table, barely moving and occasionally groaning. He rattled his arm against the handcuffs which kept him bound to a side railing. He was completely useless, both to himself and to his teammate.

Genevieve turned to him now, regarding him with a cold stare. “I hardly see why that matters now? You can’t do anything to help him, especially not in your current predicament.” She chuckles darkly, before turning her attention back to Gregory. The man barely spoke a word, but the sick sadistic smile which had been growing across his lips these past few minutes, was enough for One to get a better sense of his character.

“At least tell me what you’re going to do to him!” One tries again. He was running out of questions, and by the looks of things, time too. He had hoped he would be able to keep the Lushnick’s occupied long enough for you and the rest of the team to get here, but ever since Genevieve finished her conversation with you, she seemed all the more eager to get this started.

“Well that’s the fun part. Greg doesn’t know yet! Here’s how this works. Greg cuts the patient open, has a bit of a poke and prod around. Takes out what he wants, and then stitches ‘em back up! You never know what will be taken!” Genevieve grins, pressing a red kiss to Gregory’s cheek, who only grins broader.

One has to fight back to urge to both vomit, and throw punches, instead opting to glare at the duo. “You’re both sick, and you’re going to rot in hell once we’re through with you!”

Genevieve waves him off, turning her attention to Four, who was more unconscious than conscious now. Though he occasionally made a slight jolt, or mumbled a quiet sentence. “Should we wait until he is a bit more under before beginning the procedure?”

Gregory turned to her, lifting a brow in curiosity. “And risk the others getting here, before it’s too late for them to rescue him?”

Just as his words die off, a loud crash against the operating theatre door causes both Doctor’s to glance towards the sound. The crash was quickly followed by another, before a gunshot can be heard echoing throughout the circular room, the sound of a heavy body hitting the ground following. “Greg…..” Genevieve whispers, turning to the Doctor, as the double doors slam open. The metallic hingers screeching under the sudden movement.

“Where the fuck is my boyfriend?” You scream, pistol raised, and aimed directly at Genevieve Lushnick.  Seven and Three stand beside you, each holding a gun of their own, with Three aimed at the nurses in the theatre, and Seven poised to fire upon Gregory. Two and Five stand either side of them, aiming at the guards behind them who were writhing on the ground, though they both remained vigilant for any further arrivals.

Gregory lifts a scalpel and hovers it directly above Four’s abdomen, poised and ready to cut. “Ah, you must be Eight.” Genevieve grins, taking a careful step towards you, as Gregory lowers the scalpel closer to Four’s bare skin.

Seven aims at the wall just above where Gregory stands, the bullet ripping a hole in the sterile room, causing Gregory to jump back almost an entire foot. “Don’t even think about trying that again.” Seven hisses, fixing the Doctor with a glare.

“Now now, there will be no need for violence.” Genevieve begins, before taking a look at the guards who were slowly bleeding out in the entry way. “At least, no more violence that is.” She steps forwards again, fixing you with an interested eye. “My goodness you look familiar. Have we met before?”

“I’m positive I would recall meeting someone as wicked and vile as you.” You spit, keeping your pistol trained on your target, your eyes following her every step.

“Hm, yes I suppose so.” You were now engaged in an odd type of dance, Genevieve was slowly circling around you, and you followed her every move, moving in a circle on the spot. “This is where the negotiations begin, I imagine.”

“There will be no negotiations. You tell us what you gave Four, you let him go, and we take you to the authorities who will make sure you both rot in a prison cell for the rest of your sorry lives.”

Genevieve shakes her head no, still walking in her slow circle around you. From an outside perspective, it was that of a lion circling its prey, though to your perspective, you had the upper hand. Or at least, you had the weapon. “No, you see that doesn’t work for us.”

“Fine. You tell us what you gave Four, you let him go, and we kill you both right here, right now.”

Genevieve shakes her head again, looking over to Gregory who was clutching the scalpel for dear life. “Eight, something’s wrong…” One calls, looking over to Four. The young man was beginning to convulse on the operating table. His skin was flushed in tiny pinprick sized red dots, and his chest was rising and falling in rapid laboured breaths.

You chance a glance over to Four, and your heart stops. Something was horrendously wrong. “Five, go check on him!” You screech, turning your full attention back on Genevieve as Five races past you. In a split second, you pocket your gun in the back of your jeans, and lurch forwards, fists griping into the collar of Genevieve’s shirt. You hold the fabric with such ferocity the seams popping in her shirt is almost audible, but your blood is pumping too loudly in your ears for you to hear. “Tell me what you gave him!” You’re practically screaming now, directly in her face, yet Genevieve doesn’t seem phased at all. She was used to outbursts such as this, granted they were typically from a grieving mother or father, and not someone threatening her life, but none the less, it felt like just another day in the office.

“Not until we strike a deal!”

There’s only one thing running through your mind as your eyes lock onto Genevieve’s, the training fight you had had with Three all those months ago. Only this time, there was no one fighting back, you had the power. Your leg steps behind Genevieve’s left, and you sweep out with your entire weight, releasing her collar just as her knees gives way and buckle beneath her weight, and she crumbles to the ground bellow you, her back smacking the hard tiled floor with a crack. Instantly, you’re on top of her, kneeling down against her stomach and pinning her to the ground.

“You bitch!” She shrieks, coughing as she attempts to regain the breath you had knocked out of her, though with almost your entire weight leaning into her now, it was unlikely she would.

“I’m terribly sorry. I guess I lost my footing.” You smirk, pressing your knee harder against her. Causing Genevieve to cry out in pain.

Gregory races forwards, his scalpel dropping to the ground in his haste. “Get off of her!” He calls, wrapping her palms over your shoulders and attempting to tear you away.

Three steps in, shoulder barging him in the stomach and sending the Doctor crashing to the ground beside his wife.

“Guys! I think Four’s having a severe allergic reaction to whatever concoction he was pumped full of!” Five yells, a stethoscope looped around her neck, as her frantic eyes meet yours. “Is he allergic to anything you know of?”

You stare back at Five, your mind going completely blank, you feel like a deer caught in headlights. Surely Four would’ve told you if he had any allergies, right? And perhaps he had done just that, but standing here now, with all hope resting on your shoulders, you couldn’t think of a single thing which may be useful in this situation. Shaking your head, a growing sense of dread filling you, as the rest of the team remain silent. “I- I don’t know….”

“I can give him an Epipen, but I need to know what he’s either had, or what he’s allergic to so I can get him the proper antidote!”

Tearing your eyes away from Five, you look over to One, who not only felt but looked entirely useless, chained to a handrail on the opposite side of the room. Your eyes searching his for an answer. Your mission was to capture the Lushnick’s, and right now, that was exactly what you had done. But if you kept them as they were now, as prisoners, Four could die….. Was that a sacrifice you were willing to make?

All One could offer was a gentle half smile, shrugging his shoulders slightly in his compromising position. He couldn’t offer you an answer, hell you couldn’t even offer yourself an answer….

Carefully, you release some of the pressure from Genevieve’s stomach, just enough for her to look up at you in surprise, blinking wide eyes up at you. “Tell me what you gave him, and we’ll let you both go.” You mutter, fighting back the urge to swallow back your own words.

A wicked smirk unravels over Genevieve’s lips. The kind of smirk which one would associate with a wicked stepmother, or evil queen from a Disney film. “Deal.” You release more pressure from your hold on her, until she can breathe properly once more, and Three steps away from Gregory, giving the man a swift boot to the hip just to make his point. “We gave him a combination of penicillin, general anaesthetic, codeine…” Genevieve stands, as does Gregory, both stepping backwards towards the door. Your team moving out of their way upon looking at you for clarification. No one wanted to move, that much was obvious in the frantic looks the others were throwing your way. But at the same time, they all knew the price they would have to pay if they kept the Lushnick’s as they were now. A price no one was prepared for.

“There was some paracetamol mixed in too….” Genevieve continues. They were at the doorway now, hand in hand, gazing behind themselves to make sure the way was clear. “Hm, what else?”

“Gosh, I just can’t recall.” Gregory shrugs, an evil smirk crawling its way over his lips. His eyes glowing with malice. “I simply have no idea what ese they’re may have been!” He calls with enthusiasm, before both pivot on the spot, racing from the theatre.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” You shriek, your sight going red as you sprint after them down the corridor, pulling your gun out as you give chase. Genevieve looks at you over her shoulder as they reach the stairwell, regarding you with a look of familiarity.

“Eight! Eight, it’s not worth it!” Two yells from the doorway, watching you with a deep concern. She knew what you were capable of, your whole team did, but not the Lushnick’s. And from the looks of things, they didn’t care either. You stop halfway down the corridor, releasing the safety on your pistol and firing three shots at the door Gregory hand his hand pressed against. He jumps backwards in shock, glaring back at you, pure fury masking his features.

“Yes Eight, listen to your friend. She seems to be the brains of this group. We wouldn’t want you getting hurt now would we?” Genevieve snarls, baring too many teeth to be considered even remotely friendly.

Aiming the pistol once more, you line up your sights, finger hovering over the trigger. One shot, that’s all it would take. A bullet to the middle of Genevieve’s forehead would kill her instantly, and Gregory would have no choice but to surrender. “Are you going to kill me? Shall I say hello to Kellie when I see her?”

You stare at Genevieve, her words ringing through your ears, and sending a jolt of shockwaves straight down your spine. In that moment of hesitation, the Lushnick’s push through the stairwell door, and flee.

You’re paralysed on the spot, staring after where the Lushnick’s had stood moments ago. They recognised you. They knew who you were and why you wanted revenge. But how? It had been years since you last saw them, you had been a child! Surely you looked different now from back then? But they knew you! They remembered Kellie… A gun shot rings down the corridor, the sound of metal clanging to the tiled floor following directly after.

“Eight! What happened?” One yells, now free of his handcuffs, and jogging down the corridor to meet you. You hadn’t moved. Still stood with your arms raised, and gun pointed to where Genevieve had stood.

“They – They knew me.” You gulp, putting the pistol away with shaking hands, and turning to look up at One. Tears were brimming in your eyes, though you refused to let them fall. At least not yet.

“What? But how?”

“I don’t know! That’s the fucking problem.” You hiss, storming away from One back towards the theatre. Once back, chaos surrounded Four, with everyone racing around him handing various different equipment and medications to Five, as she prepped some kind of antidote perhaps. “How’s he doing?”

Five looks up at you, regarding you with a careful mix of sympathy and hope. “The EpiPen gave him enough adrenaline to wake up again, though he’s extraordinarily groggy. Now I’m just tyring to figure out exactly what to give him to counteract the other shit that’s pumping through him.”

You nod your head in thanks, knowing you would find the time to thank Five properly once all of this was over. “What can I do to help?”

“We need to try and keep him awake, he keeps coming in and out of consciousness.” Three replies, as he passes Five a vile of clear liquid.

“Four? Can you hear me?” You ask carefully, stepping over to him and squeezing his hand tightly. His warm fingers curl around yours in reply, before falling limp against your palm.

“He’s out again! Wake him up!” Five yells to those in the room.

“Four, stay with us!” You plead, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles. To hell with anyone seeing the act of intimacy, if One wanted to give you shit for it, he could do so when you were all in the clear. Though checking the room, you can’t find One or Two for that matter, they must still be in the corridor where you had left them?

Slowly, Four blinked his eyes open, frantic emerald flickering around the room and searching for something, or someone. Just as his eyes landed on yours, they fell shut again, and his body spasmed once more.

“Four, god dammit! Keep your fucking eyes open!” It was Seven yelling this time, his voice booming above all other noises in the vast room.

“Four, please just stay with us a little longer! Five, how are you going with those injections?” You can hear the tears in your voice as you beg for him to open his eyes again, but they remain closed. Turning to look at Five, she looks frazzled. Her hair which had started in a neat, slicked back bun, was now hanging loose down her back, and was wild with frizz. She looks up at you, not quite in a glare, but with enough ferocity behind the look that you know better than to bother her anymore.

Leaning down, you card your fingers through Four’s blonde curls, brushing away a few stray locks which were plastered to his forehead with sweat. Barely more than a slit, his eyes open and stare directly up at you. “Billy, please just keep your eyes open for me. You’re going to be fine, I swear.”

Three looks over at you, his ears perking up at the use of his teammates real name. It was one thing to use names in privacy back home. But during a mission, however failed that mission may be, now that was new. Shaking his head, he spots One and Two heading over, but with grim looks on their faces. “What’s the plan?” Two asks, her eyes locking with Three’s.

“There isn’t one, not really. We just need to keep him awake.” Five sighs. “I think I know what to give him to help, but I want him awake when I administer it. If it works correctly then it should knock him out for a bit. If he’s already unconscious when I give it to him, then I won’t know if it’s doing more harm than good.”

One turns his attention over to you now, lifting one brow as you meet his gaze. “Any idea what will keep him awake?”

You pause, clutching Four’s hand tightly, and staring blankly at One. “Trivia. He loves random trivia facts!” You blurt out after a beat of pause. All eyes turn to you in surprise, no one quite knowing how to respond to this information. You shrug lightly, averting your gaze from One’s. “We play a lot of trivial pursuit back at base.”

Seven is the first to break the silence, though not to mock you as you had thought would be the case. Instead, he looks down at Four. “Hey mate, did you know high heels were originally invented for men. Imagine Three chasing down the Lushnick’s in stilettos.” He laughs, which causes Four to stir slightly, his eyes opening just a tad.

“Fuck, you’re right. That did work.” One blinks in surprise, running a hand through his short hair.

“Of course it did. I know Four, I know what works on him.” You mutter quietly.

Without looking up, Five smirks to herself. “You sure do kid.”

There’s no fighting the embarrassment which claws within you. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to be making suggestive comments… “Alright, keep ‘em coming guys!”

“Um okay…. Uh, Canada has more lakes than anywhere in the world.” Seven offers unsurely.

“Those greedy fucks….” Four moans, causing everyone to pause, before laughing quietly. Good, his sense of humour was still intact, that’s surely a good sign!

Two steps closer, and looks down at Four in deep concentration, before leaning back slightly. “David Bowie, he did not in fact have two different coloured eyes. One of his pupils was permanently dilated after he was punched in the eye during an argument over a girl.”

“Bugger me, really?” Five pipes up, both brows raised in surprise. “I always thought he had one blue and one brown eye.” She shrugs, priming a syringe carefully.

Slowly, Four was waking up. Granted he wasn’t exactly moving very much, but his eyes were opening, and he was grinning somewhat at the facts that were being thrown at him.

Staring down at Billy, something pops into your mind, a fact which you had learnt years ago at school but never shared with anyone else. “Okay, here’s one for you. Madonna’s like a prayer, is actually not about praying, it’s about giving someone a blowjob!”

Silence follows, and you swear you could hear crickets chirping. “Why the fuck is that something you know?” Four groans quietly, his eyes searching all over your face, before finally meeting your own.

“Shit, I don’t know… I also didn’t think that would be the fact that would wake you up the most! I was hoping someone else would say something after me!” You grumble through a grin.

“Nothing could possibly beat that fact.” Four chuckles weakly, squeezing your hand as tightly as he could muster.

Five turns around, holding a full syringe in her right hand, and a sterile swab in the other. “Glad you’re awake. What I’m about to give you however, is going to send you right back to sleep. Sorry about that. But I assure you, next time you wake up, you’re going to feel amazing.” She grins, ripping open the swab, and swiping it over the inside of his elbow.

For the second time that day, Four winces in pain as a needle plunges through his skin. Squeezing his eyes shut against both the sight of the injection, and the stinging pain. Whatever Five had given him was fast acting, and soon enough Four finds it nearly impossible to reopen his eyes now that he’s closed them.

“Move him into the wheelchair there, it’ll be easier than carrying him out of here.” You suggest, pointing to the blue cushioned wheelchair in the corner of the room.

One, Three and Seven all nod their agreement, and move around the operating table, getting into position to lift Four. “Count of three…. One, two, three.” Three instructs, as the men lift Four who simply groans in protest. You watch his limp body be carried across the room, your heart aching at the sight. ‘It could be worse… He’s just asleep.’ You repeat to yourself, once again fighting back the tears which had remained ever present at the corners of your eyes.

Three pushes the wheelchair as you all follow in a daze. Your mind felt as if it were a million miles away from the current situation. For the briefest of moments, you had genuinely considered murdering Genevieve. Never once had you thought yourself capable of doing such a thing. But yet, there you had been. Gun poised, and trigger finger rearing to go. If it hadn’t of been for her words, then she would be dead…

The escape route was an easy one, especially with security still trying to figure out what had gone wrong on the geriatrics ward still. Swiping the keys to an ambulance at the docking bay, you load Four inside the back with Five to monitor him. One drives, Three and Two sitting beside him up the front. While you and Seven sit quietly in the back. Occasionally your focus returns to Four, but mostly you stare out of the back windows, watching as traffic zips around you. You nearly killed someone today… What sort of a person were you becoming? And did you even like the person you were turning into?

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2x13: Houses of the Holy

Providence, Rhode Island

A woman sits in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and watching TV.

The lights start to flicker and the television flickers back to an evangelical preaching. Her house starts shaking and her angel statues start falling. There’s suddenly a bright light and the woman watches it in awe. 

Sam Winchester, decked out in white scrubs, greets his patient, Gloria. Sam wants to talk to her about what she saw that night. Gloria tells him that she stabbed a man in the heart “because it was God’s will.” Sam wants to know if God talked to her (too busy fucking with your life, Sam) but she says no and that an angel came to her. The angel told her that the man she stabbed was guilty. She needed no other proof to do it. 

Sam later finds Dean enjoying some music and magic fingers. 

Dean’s on lockdown because he robbed a bank in Milwaukee. They discuss the case. It really seems that Gloria is just a religious nutjob. And Sam would agree if she wasn’t the second person in town to have murdered someone because an angel told them to. “Supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so,” Dean insists. BLESS. 

They then have a very fun conversation about how unicorns don’t exist (And Truly, BLESS Andrew Dabb. This dude took this one off joke and made it reality.) In any event, Dean firmly doesn’t believe in angels. (In a far off voice I hear: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.) 

Once they stop arguing about angels, they decide to check out the victim, Carl’s place. They head to the basement to see what secrets he had hidden. 

Sam finds scratch marks on the wall. On a closer inspection, he also finds a fingernail. They start digging up the dirt floor and find a skeleton. 

In a lonely apartment, a man lays on his bed, drinking himself to oblivion. His lights start flickering and the room starts shaking. Suddenly there’s a bright light.

Cut to the man, Zach, walking to another house and stabbing a dude right in the gut. 

Dean’s listening to the police scanner when Sam walks back to the motel room with food. He also has news that three people disappeared from the library where Carl worked. Dean has other news --the not-angel struck again. 

They head out to the victim’s house and sneak inside. Sam hacks into the dude’s computer and Dean browses his catalog collection. Sam finds locked emails that turn out to be to an underage girl. 

Dean is baffled by this spirit or demon they’re dealing with. Sam points out it’s like an avenging angel. Oh, Sam, if you only knew angels are dicks. Dean connects the two victims --they both go to the same church. 

They meet with the priest posing as new parishioners. They discuss this whole angel crap but the priest is a believer (obv.) and talks openly with Sam about what angels are thought to be like. They look at a painting of Michael, the archangel, while the priest describes his belief that they’re “more loving, than wrathful.” 

As they’re leaving, Dean notices a memorial on the steps of the church. It’s for Father Gregory, who was shot there two months prior in a carjacking. Dean thinks they’re dealing with a vengeful spirit, but Sam still humors the angel aspect of it all. Dean knows that Sam prays everyday (and I sit weeping in the corner, thinking of Purgatory.)

An angel statue begins to quake. Sam looks at it with curiosity, only to be overtaken by awe as bright light suffuses the room. He passes out. 

“I saw an angel,” Sam gasps to his brother later. He reports that the angel spoke to him and told him to kill a man. The kicker is, the doomed guy on Sam’s hit list hasn’t actually committed any crime...yet. Dean’s unimpressed by Sam “Minority Report” Winchester’s insistence that he’s been chosen by the angels and God for this mission. I give Dean a high five, then methodically throw rocks through every single one of my windows as I think about the next thirteen seasons. 

Their mom used to tell them every night that angels were watching over them. “She was wrong,” Dean says bitterly, “There’s no higher power. There’s no God. There’s just chaos. Violence. Random unpredictable evil that comes outta nowhere. Rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I’m gonna need to see some hard proof.” (I gallantly resist making a dirty joke about Castiel’s “hard proof.”) 

Ahem. Anyway, Dean’s solid on the ghost theory. At the priest’s crypt they find wormwood growing - it’s a sign of a restless spirit. LOLLLL early seasons. Sam agrees to hold a seance. 

They head out of a corner grocery a little while later, stocked with SpongeBob mats and candles for the seance, when Sam sees THE SIGN. Light glows around his mark - the guy he’s supposed to kill. While Ace of Base plays in my head, Sam makes a move  to kill - er, stop - the ghost-tagged perp. Looking to forestall Sam’s murder-to-be, Dean tells Sam to run the seance and tails Sam’s suspect on his own. Dean watches the guy pick up a date, and then they’re off again.

Meanwhile, Sam’s obediently running the seance.

The priest appears in the crypt, horrified to see what looks like THE VERY DEVIL WORSHIP taking place. “I can explain,” Sam says before utterly failing to explain anything. And then light fills the room. The priest wonders if it’s an angel, but Sam sorrowfully notes that it’s only Father Gregory’s ghost. 

The glowing angelic vision suddenly distills into a normal human figure. Father Gregory wonders why Sam isn’t killing his marked man. After all, he’s an angel and he commanded it! Sam glumly explains that NO, Father Gregory is just a normal ectoplasm-slinging ghost. 

Dean loses the trail of the marked man, while Father Gregory explains that his kill orders are redemption for the killers and every one of his marks is guilty. “This is vengeance. This is wrong,” the older priest declares and I look VERY HARD at the rest of the show. 

Meanwhile, the guy Dean was tailing parks his car in an abandoned alley and attempts to attack his date. JAB HIM IN THE EYEBALLS, LADY! Dean bashes his head in just in time and saves the date. The guy drives off and Dean follows quickly on his tail.

The old priest offers last rites to Father Gregory, who begins to flicker. 

Sam watches in full puppy eyed mode as Father Gregory disappears, presumably to high five ghosts in Heaven. 

Dean chases the Bad Guy through the streets until a truck pulls out in front of Bad Guy’s car. A metal pole bounces off the truck, pierces the windshield, and impales the guy right in the chest. 

Later, Sam morosely packs his bag back at the motel. 

For What the Fuck is this Motel Room Design Science:

Sam’s sad that there wasn’t an angel watching out for people on Earth. Dean pulls out his flask, takes a big swig, and promises to watch out for Sam. “You’re just one person,” Sam tells him. He’d hoped there was a higher power guiding their lives. One who’d grant Sam salvation. 

“Knocking on Heaven’s Door” starts to play, while Dean confesses his current emotional state. He proposes that the insane way the Bad Guy died MIGHT have been God’s will. I kick Chuck right in the nuts. 

Quakin’ Quotes:

Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?

There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass

You’ve got faith. I’m sure it makes things easier

One of the perks of the job. We don’t need to operate on faith

Men cannot be angels

There’s so much evil in the world, Dean. I feel like I could drown in it.

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I’m gonna start giving my body parts random names so I can angrily shout “god fucking dammit gregory” whenever Gregory (my feet, plural) hurt.

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[redpop-axolotl]

So I was looking through the ghs tag and had this little epiphany. I regret everything.

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[ukthxbye]

This is All I’m Asking For

a slightly cracky fun Christmas Sherlolly fic

on ao3

Greg Lestrade welcomed the warmth of the nightclub as he stepped in. December is already icy and bleak, and for once the stuffy club a blessing from the chill.

 John stayed posted near the door with a nod to him and Sherlock as both men pocketed their gloves. Greg handed his coat to the coat check, but Sherlock kept his as usual.

  Greg scanned the room, eyes adjusting to the mixture of darkness, coloured lights, fairy light strands, and glittery clothes. Two Drag queens on stage set the crowded room into rolling laughter. Greg listened to their set and cackled at the banter.

 Sherlock remained at his side, silent and wholly uninterested. Greg elbowed him in his side. 

 “We’re supposed to look like we’re out here after work.”

 “Yes… we really look the type, don’t we?” Sherlock said with a mocking shake of his head. 

 Greg squinted and waved his hand,  “Oh shut it.’

 Sherlock spoke low near Greg's ear. “Yes.. plan is, the suspect in question slips out during the show. That’s the suspicion, anyway. John has the front covered.”

 “And Sally the back,” Greg said, rubbing near his mouth to obscure in case there was a lip reader in the crowd. “We’re set. Talked to one performer yesterday, and they said they got a big holiday number tonight. The suspect was pretty miffed they were cut from it for a new girl, apparently. They’ve been stealing all the performers’ tips, but they got motive tonight,” Greg said with a smirk as he looked around Sherlock checking John’s location. 

 Sherlock shrugged as if in boredom, and Greg rolled his eyes as he sighed. “Look, it’s petty crime, but apparently they know some people in something bigger.”

“Bigger?” 

 Greg shrugged, considering taking the jacket off of his dark grey wool suit. “Yeah… drugs maybe? Hey, the performer I talked to said they chat about having a boyfriend in some sort of criminal organisation.” 

 “Hmm” is all Sherlock said with a sniff and returned to the mobile. 

 “You know something then?”

 “Yes, your information is… well… but I’ll let you suss it all out. Consider it a Christmas gift.”

 Greg shook his head but turned to see their informant approaching. He’d met the person out of drag, but Greg’s jaw dropped a little at the vision before him. Very fishy as the drag queens say, Greg mused as the informant slinked over in a red sequin gown. 

 She leaned against the bar, and Greg mirrored her.

 “Hey darling, not sure if you remember—”

 “Yeah… DI, after all, got to remember faces, even in disguise,” Greg said, flashing his boyish grin. “What do I call you tonight?”

 “Anything you like if you keep smiling like that,” she grinned back with a wink. 

 Greg snickered, “So when does the show start?”

 “Baby, the only show you need is right here,” the queen said. “Ms Shantala is a star just standing. You should see me dance.”

 “Do I get that pleasure tonight?”

 She bit her lip, tapping his arm lightly as she raised an eyebrow.  “Later darling… or even later later if you like a different sort of—”

 But another queen who rushed up whispering in Ms Shantala’s ear and with a quick nod she hurried off, blowing him a quick kiss.

 Greg watched her walk away intently. Sherlock shot him a look and Greg shot one back chin raised.  “What? I ain’t got a date for Christmas. You never know...”

 “Hmm,” Sherlock murmured as she took off his scarf and placed it in his coat pocket, and glanced and raised an eyebrow at Greg.

 A disinterested Sherlock wasn’t unusual, but tonight it irritated Greg.

 “You got a date for Christmas so you can insult me?” Greg smirked.

 Sherlock’s eyes widened and narrowed as he swallowed hard.  Greg spied it and frowned.

 “Of course I do not… anyway irrelevant… can we be seated for the show ?”

 Sherlock pushed past him to avoid a group headed to the bar. 

 He contemplated the change in his friend but stored it away for later and put his thought to the task ahead. 

 Greg settled into his seat, and Sherlock beside him just in time for the stage lights dimmed out as the crowd cheered and clapped.

 A small curtain opened as the song began, the tinkling notes of a familiar song. “Mariah Carey then” Greg murmured.

 The spot landed on a figure on stage dressed in a red fur trimmed hooded floor length coat with their back to the hushed audience. They turned, but their face except for cherry red lips obscured as they moved their hand to their hood.  On the lyric of “you”, they looked right at Sherlock and pointed. The piano and music came in and they lifted the hood.

 Greg gasped and coughed.

 Molly Hooper, dancing and lip syncing, right before them.  Heavy makeup with smokey eyes and false eyelashes, but no denying it's her as she shimmied across the stage. Greg hardly noticed the two drag queens, including Ms Shantala, also spotlighted as the backup singers. Or the two shirtless male dancers, one dressed as an elf and the other as a reindeer.His stare locked on Molly dancing as she opened up the jacket revealing a body suit of red velvet with fur trim and a very low cut. 

 Greg’s elbow connected with Sherlock’s ribs but no response made him slap his arm until Sherlock slapped back.

 Sherlock gritted out, “Why are you hitting me?”

 “Sherlock. It’s Molly” Greg mouthed with exaggeration and pointed. 

 Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Yes, I can see that clearly.”

 Greg glanced back at her, as she dropped the coat down to just the bodysuit which the low cut matched in the back as she twirled around and she danced to the other side of the stage for a setup with a prop with a fake fireplace one of the mail dancers wheeled on. The reindeer one wheeled a Christmas tree on the other side. Shock washed over Greg on multiple levels as she slid down the side of one dancer and back up seductively as they lifted her up under her arms.

 Greg turned to Sherlock, not sure if he should even stare at Molly dressed like that, dancing like that, and Greg’s blood boiled immediately. Sherlock’s eyes on his mobile and typing. 

 He reached across with two hands on Sherlock’s mobile. They tugged, staring at the other silently. Greg struggled, but he whispered, “Look!’ and gripped hard, yanking away the device by the time Molly danced back around to in front of them. They both glanced at her, Greg shooting her a quick smile as she looked his way. But he stared back at his friend.

 Sherlock bared his teeth at him.  

 Greg whispered, risking leaning in.  “I’m gonna kick your ass.”

 “Sure, Graham,” Sherlock mocked.

 “Fucking hell, I swear to God—“

 “You can glare all you want,” Sherlock huffed.

Greg looked back as the two dancers dropped fake snow on top of her.

 “I’m throttling you after the song.” Greg demonstrated it with his hand as he whispered it loudly. 

 “O-kay” Sherlock smirked and rolled his eyes. 

 “Jesus Christ...Sherlock. ” 

 “What?”

 Defeat washed over Greg as he leaned in so Sherlock could hear him. “God dammit man, she’s singing it to you, you fucking twat.”

 Sherlock frowned deep. “Its lip-sync not singing you can clearly see by her breath she’s—”

“That’s it. Oh, no… mmm no ok I’m kicking your ass after this” Greg folded his arm and then unfolded them. 

 ‘Wasn’t there a case you were supposed to do something?" Sherlock huffed. 

 “Well, this is more important now.”

 “Is it?”

 “Yes, pay... attention.” Greg pointed at the stage, holding Sherlock’s stare.

 “If I do... will you give me my mobile back?”

 The last line of the song approached. “ Make my wish come true”  and Greg sucked in a hard breath. “I’m gonna kill you. “

 “Fine!”

 As the last “ You ” note started, Sherlock leapt up on stage and kissed her at the high note, holding her tight to him. 

 Crowd whooped and hollered and Greg sat stiff still with his jaw nearly on the floor. 

 Greg’s, and Sherlock’s mobile buzzed. Text from John about the criminal being in custody. Greg cocked his head to the side in thought, trying to piece it all together. 

 When he looked up at the stage, he saw the reason the crowd cheered again. Molly jumped up and wrapped her legs around as Sherlock placed his hands under her bum for support. Greg’s smile crept in despite the confusion and he clapped, forgetting the mobiles in his hand and nearly dropping them before shoving them in his pocket.

 Ms Shantala cackled into the mic,  “Yaaasss gurl yaasss! Climb him like a tree! We love love! Merry Christmas indeed, Sherlock Holmes!”

 Greg stared at the couple now still clinging to each other but chatting with Ms Shantala as they exited the stage with a bow to much uproar and whistling from the crowd.

 He smugly strode around the crowd to find Sherlock helping Molly put the coat back on. 

 Greg chuckled as he folded his arms “So—”

 “We’ve been dating 6 months.” Sherlock smirked.

 Once more thrown off. “What?” He glanced back and forth between Sherlock and Molly.

 Molly bit her bottom lip and grinned, “It’s true. It was all part of the setup.”

 Greg huffed. “Well, I was certainly distracted but not so sure about the suspect—”

 “It’s really simple, George—”

 “Greg,” Molly said, smacking Sherlock in the chest with her free hand.

 Sherlock smirked at her, and then back at Greg. “Gregory, the suspect knew you were here, but he thought you would have arrested him. Us watching the show so intently, he saw your preoccupation and assumed he could leave unencumbered. He did not however bet on me, or John or Scotland Yard you placed outside.”

 Greg rubbed his forehead and down his face, smiling wearily. “You could have just told me... any of it… all of it. I mean, congrats. God, I’m chuffed but… helluva way to find out. Next time just tell me.”

 Sherlock glanced down at Molly, and they shared a mischievous smirk together. 

 Molly looked back at Greg, “Well now where’s the fun in that?”

#sherlolly #greg lestrade #sherlock holmes #molly hooper #comedy #ukthxbye

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((for the passed out meme)) Christophe tilted his head to the side, cigarette smoldering between his lips. He crouched, pressing fingers to the pulse point at Gregory's neck. Finding it normal and quite steady, he hummed for a moment, taking a drag from his cigarette. Pulling it from his lips, he exhaled the smoke, staring down at his friend. Then, abruptly, he gave the blond's cheek a firm backhand. "Princesse. Wake up."

The grating silence of unconsciousness is pretty swiftly interrupted by a sharp ringing and a sudden pain that quickly descends into burning. Gregory is immediately conscious enough to register that he had just been backhanded. The Brit is prone for perhaps a few seconds before finally moving, slowly sliding a hand under himself and pushing. He manages to sit up, bringing his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“God fucking dammit.”

#asks #memes answered #furieuxveneration