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sharpnothashtag · 4 years

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The Good Ship CrushWay, Chapter 27

Bev, exhausted from a day of surgery and tutoring, collapses in her bed. Seven of Nine immediately enters her quarters.

Bev: We just had a 17 hour day, Seven. What could you possibly need? Seven: I wanted to update you on the number of Borg we have in the recovery chamber. Bev: And that couldn’t wait until morning? Seven: There are surgeries in progress right now. The number might change. Bev: FiNe. (is so tired she starts to change in front of Seven and prepare her bed for the evening) Seven: (in proper Seven fashion, unphased) We have 20 humanoids recovering from surgery right now. Erin is able to speak in full sentences and sit up on her own now. I predict she will make a full recovery. Bev: (wearing her blankets as capes) Splendid. Now go away. Seven: (on autopilot, not budging) Counselor Troi reports that her counselors are beginning week 2 of their studies, and the results in conventional trauma volunteers are promising. Bev: (in the middle of a hot milk toddy, in a comfy nighty, sitting on the bed) Brilliant. Leave. Seven: The Doctor--(interrupted by the sight of KJ coming out of the bathroom. KJ sees the look on Bev’s face of pure exhaustion.) KJ: Seven, you’re dismissed. That’s Starfleet for “Get out.” Seven: (as if back on Voyager) Yes, Captain. (turns and leaves)

KJ snickers and lays down next to a weary Bev. Bev rolls over to face KJ.

Bev: Tell me about your trip here. I’m really glad to see you. (small kiss) KJ: (kisses back briefly) Bev, we can talk about that tomorrow when you’re not asleep with your eyes open. Bev: No, (yawn) no. I want to know about your day. What about your mother? (through a yawn) What did she say about u--(sleep)

KJ smiles. She kisses Bev on the forehead as if to say, “Sleep well; I love you.” She rolls over and tries to fall asleep. As she does, visions of the last week fill her head. She flashes back.

Gretchen Janeway: Katie. My Katie. KJ: Hi, Mom. (they hug for a while. from the hug) GJ: I thought I’d never see you again. KJ: (confused) You’ve seen me since I got back from the Delta Quadrant. GJ: (incredulously) Are you forgetting you fought the Borg since then? KJ: Well...I, uh--I guess I forgot you knew about what was going on. GJ: (finally letting the hug go) Katie, I’m old, but I’m not blind. Or deaf. Do you know how many people ask me if we’re related when I’m out walking Rocco and Molly? (on cue, two large Irish setters emerge from behind the dog gate and tackle KJ) KJ: (laughing) I am so glad to see you guys! (petting, loving on, and playing with them) GJ: (sitting down on the floor) They’ve missed you so much. (Beat) She asks about you, you know? KJ: (a look as if her blood ran cold) You mean she woke up? GJ: It’s touch and go. The last time she was awake, though, I told her how you were coming home. KJ: After all the damage done, she still remembers me. GJ: You’re her sister. Of course she does. KJ: But her brain...it’s being eaten, cell by cell. GJ: You don’t have to put it that way. KJ: Yes, I do. That’s what’s happening. GJ: Just because that’s the science of it doesn’t mean you have to actually phrase it that way. KJ: What would you rather me say? Hmm? Would you rather me say that my baby sister tried to kill herself? That she was dead for an hour? That the doctors thought they saved her? GJ: They did save her, Kathryn. KJ: She had a stroke! GJ: One of their interns had asked to be in on the original surgery. She wanted to know exactly how to repair a spine from that kind of fall. She didn’t know she was sick. KJ: Is that supposed to make me feel better? GJ: The intern was immediately terminated from her position. Phoebe was supposed to make a full recovery. They spent another full day in surgery to try to make sure they cleared all signs of the virus. KJ: Phoebe is literally being eaten alive, inside out, by an infection. GJ: WHY do you have to say it like that?! KJ: BECAUSE. (struggling, trying not to sob) If I say it the way you want me to say it, I’m going to lose all my shit. GJ: (taking her to the couch gently. Molly whines at KJ because she knows she’s upset. KJ pets her absently and goes to the couch. Molly hops up on the couch with her and tries to distract her.) Katie, come on. Phoebe is dying, yes. She won’t be with us anymore. The way the doctors talk, it won’t be long now. Before too long, she’ll be completely wasted away in front of us. But the way I see it, this way, I get to say goodbye. KJ: What do you mean? GJ: If she would have succeeded, I would have never gotten the chance to tell her I love her one last time. I never would have gotten to replicate her her favorite breakfast, or help her paint, or dictate a story she came up with. I have cherished the last few years. And now that you’ve come home, I want you to cherish this time with her, too. KJ: What do I do? GJ: She’s your sister. Treat her like you would normally. KJ: Okay.

GJ and KJ join hands. They walk to a room. The door opens on a very sick woman. She’s completely emaciated; her collarbone juts out. She’s in a lot of pain, but upon seeing KJ, she smiles broadly. Rocco goes to her with a proud sense of loyalty.

Phoebe Janeway: Katie! KJ: (chuckling in spite of herself) Hey there, Pheebs. (looking around, she sees a portrait of her, standing on a starship bridge with her hands on her hips.) What’s this? PJ: Didn’t you know? KJ: Know what? GJ: Oh, Katie. You’d better sit down.

KJ in the present wakes up in tears. She goes to the living area. She replicates a fuzzy blanket and some coffee. She takes a few sips of coffee and then, lying down on the couch, starts a few breathing exercises. They don’t work, and she continues to try to cry quietly.

Bev wakes up to go to the bathroom. When she sees KJ isn’t in bed, she gets up to look for her.

Bev: Kate? KJ: (sniffling) Yeah? Bev: (going to her on the couch) Kate! What’s wrong? KJ: (sobbing profusely) My sister killed herself because of me. Bev: What? No. (obviously still exhausted) What happened? KJ: Three years ago, when Voyager was declared lost, Starfleet command asked my sister to paint a portrait of me to hang at headquarters. She went up to the roof of her apartment building, and she began to paint. Hours later, when she was done, she sat back to look at the painting. My “death” weighed so heavily on her that she threw herself off the roof. Bev: Oh no, Kate.(stroking her hair) KJ: Someone found her immediately and got her to medical. Her spine and skull were severely fractured, but the doctors got right to it. One of the interns asked to assist in the surgery for first hand experience of how to fix a spine and skull that were so badly fractured. She didn’t realize she was very ill until halfway through the surgery. She became ill within a sterile environment with an extremely vulnerable patient unconscious before her. The doctors did all they could to clean her wounds out, but the day after her surgery was over, she had a massive stroke. The viral parasite was in place, and there was nothing they could do to remove it. Bev: Viral parasite? KJ: Basically, it’s a strain of a virus so vicious that it’s comparable to a parasite. (Bev nods) while I was home, she told me all this. Bev: and you think if you wouldn’t have left, she wouldn’t be like this. KJ: she would be alive and well and able to be my maid of honor if I get married. But she’s...not. She’s dead. (rocking back and forth, sobbing profusely) Bev: Computer, replicate weighted blanket, ten pounds, jersey knit. (Bev retrieves the blanket and places it over KJ’s shoulders. KJ relaxes a bit, but still collapses into a puddle of tears in Bev’s lap.) Kate, I am always going to be here for you. The late nights, the tears? I signed on for that, too. I will be there at the funeral, right by your side. Nothing is more important to me than you right now, right here. So cry all you need to. I’m going to shut up now and just hold you for as long as it takes. I love you.

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sweetpea-cc · 6 years

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Say Love

Request by: @poemfreak306 : “Can I request a Sweet Pea X Reader where the reader has to move in with Pea maybe for her safety and is in love with him but when she moves in he still keeps bringing girls home so she goes out one night because she's upset and something bad happens to her and you can come up with the end.” -In which reader and Sweet Pea are best friends but Sweet Pea is quite oblivious of reader’s affections. (I HOPE THIS IS OKAY OMG/ sorry it took so long!) Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader Warning: Language, underaged drinking, implied sex, strong violence, BITCH ASS PENNY PEABODY, I THINK a cute fluffy ending Word Count: 2,986

The Whyte Wyrm was bustling with noise— music, chattering, and laughter. The stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes swarmed around you, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, the atmosphere was contagious as you sat at the bar, joking around with your best friends, Toni Topaz and Fangs Fargety. Every now and then, your eyes would drift to a familiar and handsome face that was focus wholeheartedly on his current pool game against Tall Boy. You let out a dreamy sigh, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips.

"Hey. Hey, earth to Y/N!" A set of hands wave themselves in front of your face, pulling you out of your trance. You look at Fangs and Toni with apologetic eyes, struggling to force the heat rising in your cheeks to die down. Say you love me.

"This is sad. Literally, everyone who isn't Sweet Pea can see that you're in love with Sweet Pea." Fangs sassed, earning him a boisterous laugh from Toni and slap on the chest from you. It was true, you were in love with Sweet Pea but never had the nerve to speak up about it, so you merely shoved your feelings into a dark closet and prayed they would remain there.

"Shut up! Do you have any idea how totally cliche this is? We've been friends- all of us- since we were like, nine and then suddenly puberty hits and he's the hottest fucking person I've ever seen in my life? And what, we ride off into the sunset together? I don't know if you ever got the memo, but that doesn't happen in real life, plus he's always got his arm wrapped around somebody else. He's always going to see me as his best friend, and that's it." Say you love me.

"I mean, that's not really his fault, Y/N. You can't expect the guy to know exactly what you feel if you don't say anything." You let out a dejected groan, fiddling with your fingers as you busy yourself with your drink. Toni laid a hand your shoulder and patted it gently, her face full of support and a sympathetic smile before she spoke up, backing Fang's claim.

"As usual, your nerves are getting the best of you, if you don't say anything, he's never going to know. Plus, it's really possible that he has the same feelings for you. And I mean, I know you're only living with him because Malachi has taken a creepy interest in you for whatever reason but-"

"He wants me to be his little errand girl because my mom fucked up and practically bargained me away to save her own life. Mother of the year, man." You say, interrupting Toni mid-sentence while taking a large gulp of your drink, the alcohol burning down your throat. Your eyes drift back to Sweet Pea who currently had his arm slanged lazily around some girl as he knocked his head backward, letting out a hearty laugh and all you could think about was how you wanted that to be you. And how incredibly lucky the girl was. Say you love me.

"Right, there's that, and I sympathize, I do but maybe living with him is a blessing in disguise. You get to stare at him like it's totally normal, even though it's not."

"I love how you find this entirely amusing. It doesn't matter anyway, Sweets always has his arm wrapped around somebody else, he'd never give me the time of day. You wanna know how I know? This morning he walked into my room without bothering to knock and asked which shirt he should wear tonight to impress Molly."

Toni and Fangs let out a groan at the same time, of course, Fangs went the extra mile and mimicked tearing out his own heart and dropping it on the ground, making a 'kaboom!' Sound. Shaking your head and glaring at Fangs, you shoved him in the shoulder which only made him laugh harder and soon, all three of you were laughing your cares away. You rolled your eyes at best friends and looked over the crowd again, suddenly you felt your cheeks flushed hot, and your stomach was heavy. Heart pounding in your throat, threatening to break out. Sweet Pea's eyes wandered around the crowd, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Your eyes stay locked on him, wondering how many love songs you had heard that said, "He takes my breath away."? That line made sense now. When Sweet Pea looked in your direction, he grinned slightly, and you snapped your head away, knowing that if you continued to stare, you would get lost in his dark brown eyes. You could feel eyes still on you as you silently inhaled and exhaled, wondering if Sweet Pea ever shared the same thoughts about you as you did him. Say you love me.

One night, you were sitting on your bed when the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by murmurs of giggling and quiet moans. Standing up, you walk over to your door and crack it open just enough to give you a visual of the hall. From your point of view, you could see Sweet Pea leaning down to kiss some girl, who looked like the same one he had his arm wrapped around last night. His lips were trailing down to her neck as she let out another moan. He then led the girl down the hall, and you quickly shut your door before either of them had a chance to lay eyes on you. You let out a quiet grumble, it was after midnight, and all you wanted was to sleep, and it didn't seem worth it nor smart to be walking around the Southside at that time.

Everything was excellent as you nestled yourself on your bed, pulling out a book to pass the time. Unfortunately, that peace didn't last very long when you felt your walls beginning to make a rhythmic thump noise, and all you could hear was continuous sounds escaping from the girl's mouth. Your eyes widen, she was loud, and after what felt like an eternity, you couldn't stand to be in the trailer any longer, you had to get out of there. Promptly, you gather your jacket, shoes, and snatch your phone from your nightstand, texting Toni on the way out. I'm stopping by, Sweets has company. Chances were, she was still at the Wyrm cleaning up or collecting last calls.

It was a cold, moonless night. The sky was dark and low, the air so chilled it hurt to breathe. Already, the ground was laid white with frost, and any water that has liquid under the winter sun had become ice. You cling to your body for dear life, trying to find warmth in the frigid night. From Sweet Pea's trailer, you could see the soft neon glow of Serpent sign.

You begin walking towards the Whyte Wyrm with haste, it may have been strange but something about the Southside after a specific time of the time always seems ominous and terrifying. You dart your head left and right, your heartbeat quickening with every beat. Maybe it wasn't a bright idea to be out here right now, but you were already halfway to the bar when you saw a shadow develop under the harsh fluorescent street light.

When you look up from the ground, you jump, partially from shock and part from being unnecessarily terrified. You squint, trying to get a good look at the person standing before you when the darkness was cast away, and her face came into view, you let out a sigh of relief. This was the first mistake, but sadly, you realized that only too late.

"Oh, Penny, it's just you. Christ, you scare the shit out of me."

"Sorry about that Y/N. Though it's probably not smart for you to be out here at this time, with Malachi's goons looking for you and all."

"Oh, I know, I just- um, I was just headed to the Wyrm to hang out with Toni."

"Right, well, you'll probably have to wait on that."

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, instinctively taking a step back but you weren't quick enough nor could you have anticipated that Penny would grab a clump of your hair, tugging on it so tightly you let out a cry. Despite fighting with all your might, you were no match for the woman, and with every struggle, she only held on with more force. Everything had happened so fast you didn't even have time to register the fact that Penny had been hiding a glistening silvery object in her jacket pocket.

Most of the time when someone describes being stabbed, they use the adjectives "painful" "horrible" or "terrifying," and while the experience definitely was all of those, it would seem that those people neglected to mention how cold and numb it feels. Without any warning, Penny dived the knife into your abdomen, twisting at almost a full one-eighty angle. You let out a sound that was torn between a strangled gasp and a pained cry, tears spilling down your face and blurring your vision but even under the harsh lighting, you could still see her emotionless eyes and a horrible smile that only read malice and death. Penny leaned down next your ear, whispering to you; her voice toneless and flat.

"It's not personal, really, but whatever issues Malachi has with you is becoming bad for my business with him." You let out another choked gasp as your hand traveled to the wound where Penny's knife still sat. Blood started trickling through your fingers, and your breathing hastened, trying to grip onto Penny's arm for support, but she speedily stepped back, allowing you to fall on your knees before collapsing on the snow-covered terrain. Without another word, Penny smirked at you and walked off, not carrying about the fact that she had just stabbed and left a teenager for the dead.

You strain your head up, the Whyte Wyrm wasn't too far away, maybe you could make it. The adrenaline floods your system like it's on an intravenous drip- right into your blood at full pelt. You begin thinking your heart will explode, and your eyes are wide, letting in every ounce of the fading light. At this point you had two choices, stay where you were and hope for someone to come along or you could get up and find help. The adrenaline surges so fast you almost vomit, you could taste the saliva thickening in your mouth to a rancid paste.

"Get up." You yell at yourself, struggling to put yourself up from the frozen ground, with a cry of pain and your mind pacing at hundred miles per out, you take off towards the Wyrm, clinging your bleeding stomach and running until your legs gave out.

The door was locked, but you bang with whatever energy you had left, praying to God that someone would hear. You pounded so hard you were sure the glass door was going to shatter in front of you. At last, through your fading sight, you saw a figure appear and let out a sigh of relief but as quickly as the adrenaline came, it was gone, and you were suddenly painfully aware of your wound. Slowly, your legs gave out from under you, and you fall to the ground, your eyes flickering. It felt like you were shifting in and out of consciousness

"Call an ambulance!" was the last thing you managed to grasp before your entire world faded into absolute nothingness.

You don't know how much time had passed, but when you came to, your head felt like it was on fire and it was as if your brain was going to crack open your skull. Your eyesight was a little fuzzy, but you were able to make out a series of figures- namely what appeared to be FP Jones and Sweet Pea standing in the corner, FP sending his finger to Sweet Pea's chest repeatedly. It seemed like they were fighting but it was difficult to tell given how hushed their conversation was.

"Hey." a soft voice sounded, capturing your attention as you turn your head to the side where you found Toni and Fangs sitting next to you, both of their faces tear-stained and eyes red from exhaustion. Toni collected your hand in her's and squeezed it tightly, and you could feel her body was shaking from fear and all you wanted at that moment was to relieve that fear, so you did what you thought was best; a joke.

"Jeez, you guys look worse than me, and I'm the one who got stabbed." At the sound of your voice, both FP and Sweet Pea jerk their heads in your direction, cautiously stepping forward. It was as if you were glass and they were terrified you would shatter at any moment. You smiled as big as you could despite feeling groggy, not to mention high off the medication that was given to you. Thank god for these drugs because I'm pretty sure getting stabbed hurts like a bitch. You think to yourself, or at least, you thought you had until Toni let out a choked laugh, informing you, that you had indeed said that out loud.

As horrifying, not to mention, traumatic as the situation was, you couldn't help but giggle. Maybe it was your warped sense of humor, perhaps it was the fact that you almost died, or it was just that the entire thing was complete and total bullcrap. FP edged closer to you, his face wholly stoic and honestly, you thought he was going to chew you out for walking around the Southside after he had given specific instructions not to. After all, shit like this could happen.

"How are you doing?" His voice sounded hoarse, whether from yelling earlier or from pure exhaustion, you didn't know, but it didn't matter. You were alive, and you were surrounded by people who you knew wouldn't even hesitate to take a bullet for you, they were your family, and nothing could ever change that.

"Other than almost dying, I'm fantastic." It felt weird to speak, your throat felt dry, but you ignore it. Sweet Pea moved from behind FP, dragging the chair next to your bed closer to you and made himself comfortable as he gathered your other hand in his, caressing it gently. You could tell that he had been crying and it broke your heart. Toni let go of your hand and patted Fangs on the shoulder, motioning him to stand up.

"I'm gonna head down to the cafeteria. Fangs, will you come with me?" Fangs looked conflicted but solemnly nodded, giving you a soft smile and kissing your hand before walking out the door with Toni. FP had followed behind them a few minutes later when he received an urgent phone call, leaving it just you and Sweet Pea. The room was painfully quiet as Sweet Pea held on to your hand, staring at it as if he was trying to make sure you were still there.

"Sweets, hey, look at me. I'm alright, I'm okay. I promise." He didn't say anything as you tried to reassure him but your words almost fell on deaf ears. He still wouldn't meet your eyes until you pulled your hand from his and brought it to his chin, forcing him to look you in the face.

"I am okay. That's all that matters, right? I'm okay."

"Goddamit, Y/N. I thought I lost you and I don't know what I would do if I did. When I heard the sirens and saw your lifeless body being lifted into the ambulance, all I could think about was everything I never said to you."

"I'm not trying to ruin your speech or anything but this isn't some tragic LifeTime movie where we confess our feelings, and then I die, so unless you actually mean it, keep whatever you're going to say to yourself." Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at you, a small groan of annoyance escaping his mouth. It was fantastic how even in a hospital bed with a stab wound, you still had snarky comments rolling off the tip of your tongue.

"Look, Y/N, you know I'm not exactly exceptional at talking about my feelings or anything, you know this probably better than most people. I just want you to know that you got me and you always will. Nothing is ever going to change that, you and me til' the end."

"I love you." the words spilled from your lips faster than you could take them back but you prayed he didn't hear you, however, it would seem that whatever God existed, it wasn't answering your prayers. Sweet Pea looked at you with wide eyes for a few seconds, a slightly confused look on his face and you were terrified that you had just scared your best friend away until the corners of his mouth curl upright.

"I don't even know why you would have feelings for me, Y/N." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at Sweet Pea, he always did have a habit of being under self-appreciative, and you hated that because, in your eyes, he really was one of the most brilliant and kind people you had ever met.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Sweets. While everyone sees this terrifying and intimidating guy, I see someone who is brave and smart and totally lives up to his name because you're sweet as hell too." Sweet Pea closed his eyes for a brief moment, bring the palm of your hand to his lips before placing a tender kiss on it. At that moment, everything around the two of you was calm, almost blissful.

Say you love me.

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rookisaknight · 6 years

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Deputy

Might as well introduce her before I ramble about my good ending aus and self-indulgent shit

This is a questionnaire whipped up by @dutchisland

The Basics

1. Give their full name, and describe them or post a picture! (Height, build, hair, eye, and skin color, etc.)

Molly Sofia Kriz. A lanky brunette, around 5′8″. Skin is covered with freckles, acne scars, and is usually sunburned. Big black eyes. Her father was Czech and her mother was Latinx. Her hair was fairly long before the helicopter crash, after which she chopped it off to just under her chin to get rid of the burnt edges. She rarely has time for a haircut and usually just chops it off with whatever’s readily available. On the rare occasions that she has down time Kim will usually menace her into sitting still long enough to give it a proper trim. Big forehead. Small hands

2. How old are they?

3. Sexuality and gender?

Pansexual, she/her.

Pre-Game

1. How did they end up at the Hope County Sheriff’s Department? How long have they worked there?

She’s not a Hope County native but he knew when she graduated from Police Academy that she had no interest in being a big city cop, and angled for a small town assignment. She lucked out with Hope County. Or at least, so she thought. If we was hoping for things to be less complicated out here....In any case, she’d been working there for just under a year before the raid on Eden’s Gate

2. Relationship with Pratt, Hudson, and Whitehorse?

Pratt: Staci was delighted to no longer be the lowest rung on the totem pole and enjoyed giving her as much hell as Hudson gave him when he was the Rook. Based on what little we see of him before Jacob gets a hold of him I’ve always imagined Pratt as just a bit of a prankster. To this day Molly doesn’t drink coffee or sit in a chair at the station without thoroughly examingin both for traps. Still, they have a certain rapport and had each other’s backs. Some possible romantic tension that might have gone somewhere, in a better world.

Hudson: they weren’t exactly having sleepovers and braiding each other’s hair, but they wre close enough to grab coffee a few times when they weren’t at work. Hudson isn’t known for being friendly but she was a little relieved to have another woman in the department. Joey took a few hits for Molly when she thought Pratt or the Sheriff were making life too hard for her, and in return Molly did her best to learn the lessons Joey taught her. A bit of an older sister relationship.

Whitehorse: He’s not a man to get chummy with his deputies but their relationship was amicable enough. Whitehorse has been in the game for a long time, and once she became aware of how bad things really were in Hope County she was a little in awe of him. He has a lot more respect for her than she thinks, but he rarely expresses it. Whitehorse thought she had potential, just no real call to action yet.

3. Do they have an education?

An unremarkable academic career in high school, a couple of years at a community college, and Police Academy. Not much of a scholar, although she does like to read. Or did. At this point she doubts she could relax enough to sit down with a novel.

4. Where are they from? Did they speak a different language there?

Eastern Washington. No, but she did pick up some Spanish from her mom.

5. Is there anyone outside the valley that might have come looking for them?

If she had kept her parents in the loop they might have come looking, but she’d never wanted them to worry.

6. Did they have a religious background of any kind?

Her parents wee Catholic enough to drag her to Mass every Sunday in childhood but not enough to kick up that much of a fuss when she slowly stopped going at 16. She knows enough to pass and would comfortably say that she believes in a God, but even before her time in Montana she was suspicious of organized religion.

Inside Hope County

1. What was going through their head when the helicopter went down and during the subsequent chase?

She was running on raw adrenaline the whole time and there wasn’t much room for coherent thought beyond “please don’t let me die” . The guilt came later

2. Were they afraid of Joseph and Eden’s Gate? Angry?

She was terrified by Eden’s Gate pre-game, but lately that’s shifted into just a reisgned anger. She can’t hate most of them, they’re simply too sad. Instead she’s just generally frustrated. And tired. So soooo tired.

3. Did they trust Dutch?

Not at first, but once the words “mostly it means we’re all fucked” left his mouth she kinda figured this was either a really elaborate roleplay or a guy she could trust. She bet on the latter.

4. How did they feel about their team being taken by the cult, did they count them as lost, did they want them back, did they not care?

Her team was the main reason she bothered to stick around instead of high-tailing out and hoping the National Guard could take care of it. Molly’s a good cop but she’s no hero. She didn’t have any high-minded ideas of resistance or revenge when she started out, she just wanted to find her team before it was too late. By the time she’d rescued all of them, though, she found she had other people to care for.

5. How did they take to the idea of being part of, if not leading, the resistance?

Pre-game she thought of the resistance as four or five gun-crazed survivalists who though dumping more bullets into the situation would somehow make it better. After she found herself on the outside of police protection, though, she gained a newfound repect for what they do. She condiers herself a solo act (more for convenince than for ideology), but she has a lot of loyalty to many many members of the resistance, and yes Virgil, she’ll wear the stupid button.

6. Which companions did they recruit, and who did they travel with the most?

Jess and Sharky are her usual partners in crime for general mayhem. When she’s inhHolland Valley and knows she won’t be pulling him far from his family she’ll call in Nick for air support (usually getting dinner at the Rye hous after). She adopted Boomer and loves him to death but is far too anxious to take him into battle, so he stays at the abndoned farmhouse she’s been camping out in. When Sharky’s laid up she calls Hurk, but that doesn’t usually go well.

7. Did they have time to find romance amidst the chaos? How did they do it?

Romance is a strong word. She ends up with a truly hopeless crush on Nick Rye. Not that she’d ever act on it. She loves Kim to death and honestly thinks they make a great couple. But she’d be lying if she said there weren’t a couple late nights in the Rye household where she looked over at Nick and thought “what if?” Still, she keeps it to herself and is pretty sure he doesn’t have a clue.

8. Feelings about Joseph?

Mostly fear. After that, probably anger. But.she understands the draw. The man has undeniable charisma. In her encounters with him it has honestly been a struggle not to find herself swallowed by those hypnotic voice and that voice. Sometimes, when no one’s around and she’s taking a day in her house...she turns the radio to the Project’s station and just listens to his sermons. Wondering how someone so monstrous and so unhinged could make it sound so wise.

9. Feelings about the other Seeds?

John: Hates his guts, but honestly he makes a good arch-nemsis. She loves doing things just to stick it to him. Right up until he started taking it out on Hudson.

Faith: she’s felt odd moments of pity for her, but mostly she’s just unnerved by her. Something about that flower child appearance mixed with the cold-blooded calculation that makes her feel very off-balance.

Jacob: despite all he did to Pratt, she has a hard time hating him. Jacob is what he is. She can understand every step that was taken to make him end up like this and on weird level she respects him. Part of this is teh process of conditioning, which requred them to spend a long time in close quarters while he tried to get in her head and turn it inside out. She doesn’t pity him, but she feels sympathy. Which doesn’’t mean she would hesitate to put a bullet through his brain. The best they could do for each other is the decency of a quick death. As befitted a fellow soldier.

10. How did they handle having to kill animals and other humans? Had they done it before?

Animals were fine, she used to hunt with her mom. People....well, eventually you get used to it.

11. Which canon ending did they choose in-game, and would you have changed the ending at all?

Resist. Absolutely not

Personal

1. Favorite weapon(s)?

She’s a simple gal with a sawed off shotgun and pistol. That’s all you need.

2. Stealth or firepower?

She’ll usually send in Sharky as the literal firepower while she and Jess pick off cultists drawn to his display.

3. How did they spend their time, when not fighting peggies?

She spends a lot of time at the Spread Eagle or hanging out with Jess and Sharky in her house, blasting music and playing cards. She loves when she has time for dinner with the Ryes, and sometimes she’ll go fishing with Jerome.

4. Where did they live during the events of the game?

A small, abandoned farmhouse nestled in a copse of woods between Holland Valley and the Whitetail Mountains.

5. Any other facts you want to share about your Deputy!

She swears up and down she saw Bigfoot in her front yard, but no one belives her.

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Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Thirteen

With unsure nods, the pair vacated the kitchen and back into the living room. There was a mix of weeping family members and those out doing something. Searching the area, thinking of where Hermione could’ve gone.

Ron soon decides he’s done being in the mourning category. He needs to remain strong and vigilant, for no one else but Hermione.

“Someone needs to get Dumbledore here.” Ron’s shaky voice says, commanding all eyes to him.

“Albus?” Arthur asks curiously, his eyes a little glassed over as he rubs Molly’s back.

The youngest Weasley brother nods, “You-Know-Who he wanted,” he inhaled, trying to keep his voice leveled, “he wanted Hermione.”

Eyes widened in shock. Bill’s mouth hangs open as Lupin furiously paces the room, tapping at his temple.

“What would that bastard want with Hermione?” George grumbles lowly, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“We don’t know,” Harry finally spoke, “that’s why we need Dumbledore. Now.” His tone left no room for argument.

“I’ll do it.” Lupin tells the group, stalking off to the kitchen.

Everyone was rather astounded by the proclamation, they were expecting Remus to push Ron or Harry to divulge what happened.

“I got it.” Tonks announced, suddenly appearing from the back door.

Everyone whirled around to face her, “her wand, I have it. It’s Hermione, isn’t it?” The woman’s voice became softer.

Ron stepped forward and gently took it from Tonks hand.

‘Not so brave without our wand, are we muddy?’

He shivers as the cold wood caresses his hand.

“She hasn’t got a wand,” Ginny moaned behind the veil of hair she had been hiding behind, “she’ll die.”

“Oi Ginny!” Ron said angrily, no one had ever seen him this mad before, his sister flinched.

“Don’t you say things like that.” Molly told her daughter, hugging her to her chest.

They were all interrupted by a soft rapping on a nearby window.

“Dumbledore already?” Charlie said aloud.

Instinctively, Ron pocketed Hermione’s vine wood wand and drew his own. Arthur lurched to the window, ready to strike, when he stopped.

Breathing a sigh of relief he turned, “it’s your owl Harry.”

“Hedwig?” He asked suspiciously as he stalked toward the bird.

Tied to her leg was a rolled up piece of parchment. Giving her a nice pet first, he soon untied the contents and noticed it was addressed to Hermione.

“Who is it?” Bill asked.

He sucked in a breath, “it’s for Hermione, it’s from her parents.” His voice dropped at this.

Molly suddenly let out a small cry, completely forgetting that her own parents were to be told that their child, their only child, was gone.

“What’s it say?” Fred piped up from his spot on the arm chair.

Harry’s eyes fell on Ron’s, “I’m not sure if it’s my place to open it.”

Wordlessly, he passed the envelope over to Ron, whose mouth was agape at being trusted with such a thing.

Ignoring the gazes from his family, he peeled open the thing and let his eyes fix on the page. He skimmed every other line as certain sentences stuck out.

Merry Christmas!

We’ll send your gifts as soon as we’re home.

I hope you’re being kind to the Weasley’s.

We’re sorry to tell you this way, please don’t be too upset.

Grandma Jean passed last night, on Christmas Eve.

It was peaceful.

She thought of your grandpa.

She thought of you.

Don’t disappear on the Weasley’s.

Stay where you are.

We’re fine.

You have Ron and Harry.

We love you.

See you soon.

He let the parchment flutter to the ground. He hadn’t had it in him to read the entirety of it, but what he read was enough.

The phrases like ‘don’t disappear’, ‘stay where you are’, and ‘see you soon’ reverberated around in his head.

“Ronnie, what is it?” Bill probed gently from his spot next to Fleur.

He swallowed the bile in his throat, “her grandmother, she passed. She’s gone.” A few gasps filled the room, “their daughter, she’s, she’s gone too. How are we gonna tell them? How am I gonna tell them? It’s all my fault.”

Despite not knowing what entailed, no one, besides Ron himself, blamed him for what happened.

“Ron,” his mother swiftly budged in, ready to console her son.

However, he was having none of it, he didn’t deserve it, “her parents they don’t know about any of this.”

Late at night in fifth year, he found Hermione in the common room. She was working mercilessly over a piece of parchment as tears pooled on the pages. When he asked what was wrong, she finally let it out and admitted she’d been living a lie. Telling her parents Hogwarts was lovely and the only thing on her mind were exams. No dark lord, no death eaters.

For a brief moment, he wondered if Harry knew too.

“Not about You-Know-Who, not about Cedric, the department of mysteries, not even about prejudices against Muggleborns.” He admitted to everyone in the room.

And by the look on Harry’s face, this was news to him.

“Did you know?” Ginny dared to ask Harry.

At this, the chosen one shook his head. Suddenly feeling guilty, Harry had been wallowing so much in his own problems he failed to be there for Hermione, who was fiercely loyal to him.

“Why would she lie about that?” Fleur butted in, not judgmental, but just trying to understand.

“She was scared they’d take her out of Hogwarts.” He told everyone, Tonks nods in understanding, her dad being a Muggle.

“Because of me.” Harry said without missing a beat.

“No,” Ron protested.

“Yes, she wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for me. She wouldn’t be gone, she wouldn’t be lying to her parents.” He stated, sure that was the case.

“You’d also be dead without her.” His best friend stated with conviction. Ron was already lost in self wallowing, the last thing he needed was for Harry to drown in it too. “We both would be.” He couldn’t help but add, despite the situation being so close to home.

“Ronnie,” Fred’s voice, sounding the most gentle he’s ever heard, broke through the air, “can you tell us what happened? Please.” He pleaded. After all, everyone here cared for Hermione too.

A few times Ron opened and closed his mouth, not really knowing what to say. After fumbling like a fish for two minutes, he settled for something, “I’m not-“ I’m not strong enough.

But, the words never came, a crack sounded outside, and for a sickening moment he imagined Bellatrix Lestrange to waltz through the door.

Instead, he was meant by his fathers shouts, “it’s Dumbledore!” He exclaimed, opening the back door.

In a moment's notice the Headmaster's looming six foot frame is towering in his doorway and at the sight, Ron knows somewhere within him he has to manage to be strong enough.

“Albus.” Molly said, relieved at the sight of him, “we’re sorry to do this to you on Christmas and all.” She stood wiping at her eyes.

The old man didn’t have the heart to tell everyone here that Christmas had long gone, it was nearing two in the morning.

“Of course Molly. I’ve had Remus go collect Alastor and Kingsley. Nymphadora, do you mind getting Minerva for me?” He asked kindly, annoyingly calm if you ask Ron.

Dumbledore, being one of the only people to get away with calling her that, Tonks just nodded to him as she stalked out to the backyard.

Ron gulps, it’s just now hitting him how serious this all is. The Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Wizard living, someone with their own bloody chocolate frog card is in his living room. But there’s no time to marvel at it or even feel shocked, because he knows why he’s here.

He’s here because Hermione’s gone.

Next, the white haired man found a spot on the sofa and surprisingly plopped down. “Now, I need to know everything if I am to help.”

Ron’s still reeling from telling Harry and because of the owl from Hermione’s parents. And by the looks of it, Harry’s feeling the same as he stands stock still and paler than usual.

Thankfully, Bill notices the boys expression and takes over as much as he can, “it all started we were all in here, opening gifts, and then,”

“I was in the garden, we-,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “we were in the garden.” Ron almost whispers.

A little awkwardly, unsure what to say, Bill just nods and goes on, “we were opening gifts and we heard a crack, apparition.” Dumbledore nods at this.

“Two cracks.” Charlie interrupts, earning a slanted look from Bill.

Doing his best to not get frustrated by the multitude of people butting in, he ignores it. “So we went outside. We heard her first...” he trailed, not wanting to say it.

“It is crucial you tell me everything that happened, everything that was said.” Dumbledore reminded at his uncertainty.

“Bellatrix,” Harry’s shaky voice said, “she was saying how she killed Sirius.”

Everyone, Bill included, waits for Harry to continue the story on, but instead the dark haired boy offers the eldest Weasley a nod.

“Greyback was with her too.” Bill added, “She didn’t say much honestly, nothing out of the ordinary. Recognized the lot of us, Tonks, Lupin, Harry, called us blood traitors, remembered Hermione from the ministry.” At the mention of her name the room tensed, “then she casted incendio around the Burrow and skipped away, literally.”

Neither Ron or Harry made a move to fill in the gaps.

Bill sighed, “Harry, he ran after her, Hermione followed, so did Ronnie. By the time they were all gone, the fire, it blocked the path.”

At the admission, the chosen one's eyes bulged, “it’s all my fault. She ran after me.”

“Harry,” Ron tried weakly.

Sensing the lack of energy, Fred surprisingly jumped in, “if one of you went all three one of you would’ve. You know that just as well as I do.”

“Mr.Weasley is correct, now I know this may be difficult but I’m going to need one of you to please tell me what occurred. This is the only way I’m able to help your friend.” The old man eyed Ron and Harry who had found themselves standing side by side against the window.

“I can’t say much, I was running before I stunned Greyback. Hermione and Ron were with them longer.” Harry was able to speak, mustering any courage he had left.

Ron stared blankly at his headmaster.

“Ron.” His mother said gently, “please.” She sounded like she was crying.

Sucking in a shaky breath, he hoped to some higher power this would be the last time he ever told this story. He knew he would be reliving it for the rest of his nights, whenever he fell asleep.

“I didn’t hear Bellatrix say much, not the first time at least,” this made the room shudder, “all I could see was her wand pressed to Hermione’s throat, Greyback was eying her like a meal, so I tried to disarm her.” His voice dropped, “it didn’t do anything, I couldn’t use any spells, I couldn’t hurt Hermione.” Ron’s eyes grew glassy, “then Harry came.”

Seeing Ron needed a minute, the dark haired boy jumped in, “I stunned Greyback. He fell to the ground. It surprised Bellatrix, Hermione was able to get away. Next thing I knew, I was running.” His eyes flicked back to blue ones.

“So were Hermione and I. She started going-going,” he’s stuttering, “going on about how Lestrange told her that You-Know-Who, he’s been talking about her.”

Small gasps filled the room, even Dumbledore’s eyes grew wide, “about Miss Granger?”

Ron nodded stiffly, “she was certain they wouldn’t kill her, said they needed her for-for something. Bellatrix, she said she wasn’t here for Harry.”

It was Harry’s turn for answers. His eyes pleaded with Dumbledore for any piece of wisdom, practically begging to know what game they were playing at. However, for once, the old man didn’t seem to know any answers now, they laid with Ron.

The youngest Weasley brother sensed his responsibility and thought of Hermione, using her to be strong.

“We stopped by the old oak tree to catch our breaths, we knew we had to go after Harry, but before we could we heard the two of them. She thought we were Harry, when she said as much, Greyback asked why it had mattered, they were on strict orders not to kill him.”

“Why?” Harry’s voice broke, he needed to know. Bellatrix had ample opportunities to end it but she hadn’t.

Dumbledore shook his head, “I can’t say for certain Harry. It sounds as if Voldemort,” the Weasley family shivered at the name, “wants you for himself. Tom has always been one for theatrics, anything for an act of defiance. What I can’t understand is why they didn’t attempt to apparate you.” He voiced aloud.

Slowly, the Boy-Who-Lived nodded in acknowledgment, but certainly not in understanding.

“What happened next Ron?” The man asked softly.

He cleared his throat nervously, “Bellatrix, she said if she found me, that she’d-she’d kill me.” Nearby, Molly moaned in pain, falling into Ginny, “that I was just another blood traitor. But for Hermione, she said-” he shut his eyes tightly, “said she’d be a perfect gift for him.”

They all knew who ‘he’ was. Fleur was trembling as the story continued, Ginny had the urge to clamp her hands over her ears, Charlie was fully engaged, and the twins nervously eyed the floor.

“Said she was the brilliant one and all that, that she must know something and they’d get it out of her.” He released a breath, “Merlin, she’s so stupid, so stupid.” He began to cry.

“Ron, you need to tell them. For her.” Harry reminded in an equally as broken whisper, clapping a hand on his shoulder to give him strength.

“She knew they wanted to kill me and she knew they didn’t wanna kill her...” he trailed, wiping at his eyes.

“No.” Fred said aloud, before he could help it, dropping his head in his hands, putting together what happened.

“She casted the stunning spell on me and a disillusionment charm, there was a crack and she was gone.” Ron said it rushed, sloppily, unable to even get through it before collapsing against the wall.

Molly stood up, sat down and embraced her son.

“Did Bellatrix perform any spells or curses on Hermione?” Dumbledore asked the sobbing boy.

“Albus.” Missus Weasley scolded.

Ron shook his head numbly, “expelliarmus, that was it.”

The old man paced around the room before directing his attention to Harry and Ron, the latter now calming in his mother’s embrace.

“Did she know something?” He asked flustered. Harry’s never heard the professor sound so rushed, so panicked. It worried him to the core.

Frantically, Potter shook his head, “I don't know, maybe, no? I don't know.” He’s panicking now too.

The white haired man turns his attention to Ron, “she wouldn’t have to me anything, she wouldn’t.” It broke his heart even more, it’s just now hitting him that Hermione’s gone and he can’t remember the last thing he said to her. Just what he wanted to say.

“Has she been fixated on anything? Talking, asking, reading?” He lists off, Harry hasn’t heard him use this tone since his name was pulled from the goblet of fire.

The boys look at each other and think, but nothing comes up, they can’t even see straight.

“That book.” Ginny states in a crisp voice, “she’s been reading the same book for weeks. Writing notes on it.”

He rounded to the young girl, “what book?”

Ginny shook her head unknowingly, “I don’t know. She puts it away whenever anyone comes around.” Her voice is uneven, but it’s evident she wants to help anyway she can.

“The cover is black, there’s gold trim. There’s no title, very old looking.” Fleur speaks for the first time, recalling their time under the tree.

“Do you know where it is?” He seemed determined to find it, Harry sensed realization in his eyes.

Fleur shook her infadictly, Ginny shrugged, “her trunk?” She suggested.

“Please take me there.” He said to no one in particular.

Over his large frame, Ginny’s eyes found Harry’s, she nodded at him, signaling it was his duty.

“Follow me.” Harry stood from the floor and rushed to the steps.

Dumbledore’s robes flew behind him as the old man climbed the steps with fervor. When he reached Hermione’s trunk, he flung it open unceremoniously and ripped through its contents like a mad man.

Harry had half the heart to scold him and be more gentle with her things. And he was just about to say as much, until the headmaster stopped moving.

In his old, shaking hands, was that old thing that had been attached to Hermione for weeks.

Harry had asked her about it a few times, she just said it was for ‘light reading’ and brushed him off. He chose not to mention it, reading was ordinary for her.

Next, a brown journal was being pried open by Dumbledore. By the looks of it, the pages were spelled as he whispered a counter incantation to it as the witches neat scrawl filled the pages.

“Hey, it’s just her diary! That’s private.” He scolded.

And for the first time since they got up here, Dumbledore turned to him, eyes wide as saucers.

“This is no diary Harry.”

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