Not the Life of This Party
Book: Open Heart (Post-Series)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee)
Rating: Teen
Words: 794
Summary: Ethan gets Kaycee hot and bothered when he tells her he's made a commitment for them. Kaycee loves him, but she's not about to do this.
A/N 1: Based on this Reverse Uno from @dr-colossal-pita (who doesn't know the date, lol), the original prompt is highlighted in the text below. Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge - Flufftober - Laughter
CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS
Kaycee’s eyes were fixed on the numbers above the elevator door. Her jaw tense, chin jutted out, and foot tapping frantically, this contraption couldn’t get her to their condo quickly enough. The moment the door opened, she raced down the hallway without a word to Ethan… until they got inside.
Her purse met the couch with a furious thump as she marched over to the sideboard to pour herself a drink of his Scotch. His expensive Scotch. The second he walked through the door, she turned around with the fury of a thousand suns, and everything she held in on the ride home came barreling out.
“I can’t believe you!” She fumed. “How did you even think this was OK! To suggest that I….”
“Kaycee, I….” he attempted to interrupt, but she wouldn't have it.
“No! I don’t want to hear a reason or an excuse! I swear to God, Ethan! Do you even know me?”
As he hung his coat in the hall closet, she was too livid to see the twisted smirk on his lips. This started as a prank, and a prank it was. But seeing how her nostrils instantly flared and the fire filling her eyes was so amusing, he pushed it… but now, it wondered if it was a little too far. Still, that didn’t stop him from toying with her just a little more.
“I don’t care the reason! I don’t care who you promised! And I don’t care that he was your father’s best friend! Though, I’m really appalled and intend to speak to Alan. Friends, what that man!!! Are you kidding!”
She downed the rest of his Scotch in one gulp and plopped her glass on the counter, mumbling incessantly under her breath. “… have a reputation to uphold… doesn’t even think… people at the clinic would never… I just can’t believe….”
“What if sweetened the deal….”
“NO!” she said, “Not for a million dollars, Ethan! You couldn’t even pay me to do this!”
“Not even for me?”
“Not even for you! You can attend alone! And you will tell people why I am in attendance because if you don’t, I will!”
“Well, luckily for me, I won’t have to endure any of that because I’m not going either.”
“Wait! What? You told me you promised we’d both be there! Now neither of us has to attend?”
Ethan could no longer contain the laughter that had been building in his chest, and Kaycee knew she had been played at once. Her shoulders went slack with relief, but her eyes remained wild. She picked up the nearest dishrag and hurled it in his direction.
“Ethan Jonah Ramsey! Was this all a joke?”
“Do you seriously believe I would do anything to support the likes of Senator Cornell? After what that scoundrel has done to defund healthcare for the most vulnerable members of our State? With the draconian measures, he backs on the floor?” Ethan removed his tie with such nonchalance one would suspect his wife was not still seething on the other side of the room. “Come on, Kaycee,” he grinned. “Do you know me at all?”
“Then why... why would you….”
“It was a joke,” he smiled. “Tobias and I were having a drink, and we overheard Thorne saying he was hosting the fundraiser and looking for speakers. Tobias joked and said I should sign the two of us up and….”
“So, Tobias put you up to this.”
“Not exactly put me up, and let’s just say I succumbed to peer pressure.”
"And you dragged Alan's name into this...."
"I had to make you believe it was true," he winked.
“And you continued? Even when you saw how irate I was? Why?”
An impish grin spread on his face as he removed the cufflinks from his dress shirt.
“Truth? Or a lie?”
Kaycee crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him, and he chuckled as he approached her with caution.
“Fine, the truth.," he grinned." You look adorable when you get that little line between your brows when you’re really, really mad!”
“Ethan! You can get that effect by telling me we’re attempting to cut carbs for the week! You didn’t have to….”
Her words came to a halt as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his warm lips found that sensitive spot under her ear.
“The second reason,” he whispered between gently sucking on her neck.
“Yes,” she gasped, fully falling victim to his plan.
“Make-up sex. Hot, steamy, make-up sex.”
“What if I’m no longer mad at you,” she giggled as he unzipped her dress.
“I’ll put you on Cornell’s mailing list.”
Kaycee pulled on his tie, dragging him to her level for a heated kiss.
“Oh, now you’re on!”'
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A/N2: Kaycee is not supporting any political candidate who goes against her personal beliefs for anything. Not even for Ethan. Luckily, they're on the same page. My girl's got standards! lol
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The Lost Island
Chapter 16 - Parted Ways
Summary: You're back on the island, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, whilst suddenly standing face to face with people you've lost and grieved. Meanwhile, Marcus lands in a heap of problems of his own.
Author’s Note: My head genuinely does hurt after having spent all day wrestling with this one. I do know how to complicate things for myself, but I love this story all the same, so I hope you'll follow me through the magical mystery tour :)
Rating: Mature 18+ONLY
Warnings: Cursing, angst, time-travel-headaches.
Word Count: 4761
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Marcus stepped out of the gateway straight into his own kitchen, and immediately called out for Missy.
“Whoa, dad. What are you shouting for? I’m still right here.”
She came from the living room, holding her index finger in between the pages of a book she was reading, and when she spotted him, her face turned puzzled.
“Hey, how’d you get changed so fast?”
He registered her questions while he stepped closer and pulled her into a hug, but he didn’t really clock the significance of them.
“What? I was wearing this when I left.”
“Uh… right. Are you feeling okay, dad?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re alright. How long was I gone this time?”
She pulled back to look at him, and he turned his head down to meet her eyes but kept his arms around her.
“What are you talking about? You haven’t been anywhere for like three weeks. Not since that thing with the beetles in Australia.”
He huffed a laugh, certain that she was joking. But her eyes told a different story.
At that point, he noticed that her clothes were wrong too, and that Anita should’ve been there.
He let go of her and staggered backwards, further into the kitchen, feeling panic gradually build internally as he struggled to absorb the implications of that, if it was true.
Because the unnatural beetle-infestation had happened over two months before the plane crash, which would mean that the crash wouldn’t happen until another six or seven weeks.
“No… no, no, no… that can’t be.”
He rambled to himself while he tried to find today’s paper, only to discover that it was indeed full of headlines that he already knew, and that the date was almost five months in the past.
Desperate to believe that it was some trick or mistake, he turned on the tv in the kitchen, which was usually set to a news-channel, but it was the same thing. He even recognized the phrases and the way they were delivered by the news-anchor in the studio.
“No… I was thinking of the same moment! It should’ve brought me back to the same moment…”
“Dad, you’re kinda freaking me out.”
He abandoned the tv and went to kneel in front of her.
“Sweetheart, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but was I in a plane-crash recently?”
“No! I think I’d remember that. What’s going on?”
Unable to keep his frustration in, he got up and started pacing, trying to think it through while mumbling to himself.
“Shit… This is bad. It brought me back to before it all happened… but why? What am I supposed to do here? Nothing important happe-…”
He stopped pacing abruptly, when something even more frightening hit him.
“Oh, god, where the hell did it drop Pita?”
“Wait, you’re working with Ace? On what? And why? You hate working with her.”
He turned and just stared at Missy for a few beats. Because she was right. In this point in time, the two of you were still bitter enemies, and if he went to HQ, he’d likely find you there, doing your normal job.
Unless the portal had sent you back here too.
“Miss, I’m sorry, I gotta go to work, and you’re coming with me.”
“Fine by me. Someone needs to make sure they scan your brain while you’re there.”
Once at the Headquarters, he went straight for your office, to Missy’s unending disbelief, but you weren’t there.
He took a quick peek at your itinerary and saw that you were scheduled at a meeting with Ricky, so he headed straight for R&D and Ricky’s office, stomping in without even knocking.
And sure enough, there you were, but it took less than a second for him to see that it wasn’t his version of you.
The harshness in your frame, the tight set of your jaw, the glacier of ice that met his gaze when he sought your eyes, all of it so familiar, and yet it now seemed to be hollowing him out, emptying him of everything that was warm and safe.
Both you and Ricky froze when he invaded your meeting, but it only took you a moment to regain your focus.
“You’re interrupting a security briefing, Moreno. So, unless it concerns a serious threat; get out.”
He couldn’t move.
Seeing you like this, so cold and hateful towards him once again, after everything you’d shared, tore his heart to pieces, stinging and flooding his eyes with tears.
He knew that it might just be temporary, that the portal might’ve just dumped him here for a while so that he could accomplish something, and that his Pita was still out there somewhere.
But his love for you had become as integral to his being as Missy was, which made the pain that he felt in that moment, as real as anything had ever been. Because right then, in that time, you didn’t love him back, and nothing he said would make you believe that you ever could.
So, what if it wasn’t temporary? What if the crash and the island would never happen now?
What if that timeline, that specific chain of events, was the only way that you could ever learn to love him…
“I know you’re not deaf, so unless you step outside right now, I’m gonna make you.”
“S-sorry… I’m… I’m so sorry.”
He should’ve backed away, but he just couldn’t.
Unfortunately, though, this version of you had never seen him heartbroken, and assumed that he was playing some angle, because of course, he couldn’t actually be this emotional from just seeing you.
“Whatever game you’re playing, I’m not in the mood.”
You got up and came towards him, clearly intending to shove him out of the office, but as you got closer, he suddenly didn’t care that you weren’t his Pita.
He needed to hold you, just one more time in case this was his last chance, as it was beginning to dawn on him that he had no idea what the portal was doing, or what it might have planned for him.
He’d always known that he was utterly powerless against it. But it had seemed to be on your side all this time, so he’d trusted it. But now that trust was breaking, and with it, so was his hope.
Desperate to cling to whatever piece of you still existed, in any timeline, he met you as you came at him and ensnared you in an almost bone-breaking hug.
“Oof… Marcus, what the hell?! Let go of me!”
“I should’ve stayed. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have run through like that, we should’ve crossed together…”
It wasn’t you; he still knew that. He knew that this Pita would have no idea what he was talking about, but he needed to say it, in case your souls were linked somehow. In case some part of you could hear him, across space and time.
“Crossed what? What’s wrong with you?!”
“Dad, you’re being really creepy… just let her go.”
Missy’s words made him feel terrible as he realized how invasive and unwanted his closeness was. He let go of you, instantly backing away, out of the office and as far as the corridor would let him without losing sight of you, breathing heavily against the sensation of his chest crashing in on itself.
“I wish I could explain… I’m so sorry. So sorry.”
“Dad, wait, maybe Ricky can help you.”
Hearing her, the man got up from his desk and came out to the corridor, making Marcus realize that he’d completely forgotten about him.
“What’s going on, Moreno?”
He laughed, but a little hysterically, as he stared at the expert scientist, and he felt like he was being defeated somehow.
“I’m being thrown around space and time by a sentient black rock… I think it wants my help to prevent the complete annihilation of Earth, but I have no fucking idea how or why it brought me here… only that you guys are living five months in the past, from my perspective.”
All three of them just stared at him at first, but Ricky was quick to recover.
“Why don’t you come with me to my lab, I’d like to take a look at you.”
Marcus laughed again, this time with absolute hopelessness.
“There’s no point. I already know what your scan is gonna say, which is that there’s a spatial anomaly around me that you can’t explain.
I wish I could stay and indulge you, but I need to try and figure out what the portal wants me to do before it’s too late… so that I can get back to my time.”
He glanced at you, before adding:
“My people.”
None of them said anything more, although Ricky looked like he was thinking hard, while you still looked about ready to punch him, so he turned to Missy.
“Sweetheart, I need you to stay with Ace, okay?”
“But, dad…”
“I’m not the version of your dad that you know. I need to get back to my time. As soon as I do, your Marcus will come back. I think.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m not sure that I do either… but it’s gonna be okay.”
He tried to make himself believe it, so that she would too, before he picked her up and hugged her for a long moment, and when he set her back down, he looked at you.
“I hope you won’t remember any of this, once it’s over. But if you do… just know that I’m not your enemy.”
“In your time… we’re friends?”
You sounded just as incredulous as he’d expect you to.
“In my time… we’re a lot more than that.”
He didn’t wait to see if your face would contort with disgust, he just turned away and left without another glance back.
<><><><><>
The wind was so loud that you couldn’t hear anything else, as you plummeted towards the ocean, having no clue how you’d survived this the last time and therefor no chance to replicate it.
But there was some comfort to the knowledge that you had survived this before, and should be able to again, even though it was hard to feel anything but panic as you watched the deceptively soft-looking surface close in on you.
You noticed the pod of orcas just before you made contact with the sea, suddenly terrified that you might hit one or more of them, which would surely kill both them and you.
But just before you hit the water, something seemed to flow over your skin, almost like the softest silk, barely even noticeable when it just brushed against you.
Whatever it was, it was beyond your control, but it had to be what ultimately saved you, because as you were pummelled against the surface over and over again, before you eventually dropped under it, no bones broke. No limbs were torn or thrown out of their sockets.
You knew that you’d been knocked out for a few seconds at least, the last time, but this time you managed to stay awake, which also meant that you felt the multiple impacts, and it wasn’t pleasant.
Thankfully, you hadn’t hit any of the whales, and just like last time, Whelma soon came to your aid, which was good because every muscle was screaming in pain.
Had it really hurt this much last time?
“Hey, girl. I missed you… but I wish I hadn’t been forced to come back. No offense.”
She came right up to you, nudging your hand as you reached out to her, as though you were old friends, making you wonder if she could somehow remember your last visit.
Perhaps cetacean brains had some natural resistance to space-time trickery.
“I need to get to the creepy-ass island this time too. Can you help me?”
She turned to position her side next to you, so you could clumsily get your sore body up on her back, and then signalled the other four orcas to join her. You assumed it was the same four that had been with her the last time, and it all felt like déjà vu.
You hoped that since you hadn’t wasted time on first travelling for hours in the wrong direction this time, you’d get to the island much faster, and tried to think back to what you knew had happened that day.
It was the day that Marcus had nearly destroyed the village, before his failure prompted the Ozsha to send the tsunami, and he’d stopped them by discovering his new abilities, killing ten of them in the process.
God, this was infuriating! You’d already done all this, already made so much progress since this day, and now it was all undone and you had to start over.
What the fuck was the portal trying to accomplish with this?
You hoped with everything you had that the damned thing had at least sent Marcus to the correct time, and not back here where everything was just terrible.
You’d already forgotten how hard it was to ride a swimming whale, through currents and waves, but at least this time you managed to stay on for the whole ride.
Getting to the island did take much less time now, so the sun was still halfway up from the horizon when you disembarked and prepared to swim the final few yards to the beach.
“You’re a gem, Whelma. I hope you won’t have to fight this time.”
You pushed away from her and headed for the warm sand, stepping up on dry land to find the beach intact, meaning that the wave hadn’t happened yet.
So, you took off running towards the village, to warn them.
But you’d forgotten how traumatic this day had already been for them. The roots and the acid having destroyed many of the houses, leaving most of them wandering around, assessing damage or dressing wounds and checking each other over.
You ran into the area to find a horrid-looking Marcus talking to Akela, and your heart jumped.
Partly because you were relieved that this was old Moreno, meaning yours was likely back safe with Missy, but also because you hadn’t thought about the fact that you’d see the Chief alive again.
It hit you like a gut-punch to suddenly see his bright and insightful eyes turn to meet yours, after noticing how all colour drained from Marcus’ face as he caught sight of you first.
“Mana… Praise Kãne and Kanaloa, they brought you back to us.”
Oh, how you’d missed that voice. How you wished that you could’ve just talked to him for a bit.
Tears filled your eyes as you stared at him, struggling to believe that this was real for the first time since the portal had dropped you back here.
You closed your eyes against the tears and shook your head for a second, trying to keep yourself sharp and alert.
“Chief, listen to me, you have to run. The Kaiaka are sending a giant wave that’s gonna level everything in its path and I don’t know how long we have.”
You had no idea how to convince the one super available that he had the power to stop it, since he wouldn’t have discovered his new abilities yet, but as it turned out, that was far from your biggest challenge.
Because in that moment, the only thing that Marcus was capable of focusing on, was the fact that you were alive. That he hadn’t killed you.
You remembered all too clearly how this regret and shame had weighed on him.
“Pita… I-… I’m s-so sorry…”
In your timeline, you hadn’t seen him until after he’d had a chance to begin healing himself from the Ozsha’s manipulation, so to meet him now, to see him still so raw and hurting so much more than he’d ever allowed you to see, was breaking your heart.
He might not yet know how important he was to you, or you to him, but you had to try and take that pain away from him, it was too devastating to witness.
You closed the small distance between you and trapped his chest against your own, ignoring the persistent ache from your bruised body, holding him as tightly as your arms would allow without constricting his breathing.
He seemed understandably confused at first, and reluctant to touch you, whether because of the state you were in, or his surprise at you apparently wanting him to. But he soon surrendered to the sincerity of your warmth, wrapping his arms around your back and holding you as gently as a delicate butterfly.
Grief rippled through him, tearing unwanted sobs up through his throat, and he buried his face against your neck, trying to muffle them, all while his hands kept moving, from your waist to the backs of your shoulders and down again.
As if he needed to make sure that you were real and not some apparition.
You wanted to explain that it wasn’t his fault and that you knew why all of this had happened and what it would lead to, but how could he ever believe it without experiencing it for himself?
And if he didn’t experience those things, would the future you knew even come to pass?
This was so fucking complicated! Why did it have to be time-travel?!
“Mana, where have you been? Where did you find these new clothes?”
Oh… crap. How to explain that little nugget.
You pulled away from Marcus, who surprised you by not letting go of you, instead trailing his hand along your arm, down to your hand and holding on to it as you turned back towards Akela to try and answer his questions.
“That’s hard to explain right now, Chief, and time is not on our side.”
He slowly came closer, keeping his eyes firmly locked with yours, and you sensed that he was seeing more than anyone else ever could.
“I think you mean that time is not on your side. Am I correct?”
How he was able to somehow see that just by looking at you, was incredible, but you still had no idea exactly how much he understood, so you tried to tread carefully.
“Yes, but I don’t know why.”
You flinched when your peripheral vision alerted you to a movement next to you, and turned your head to find his mother, Koa, suddenly standing there.
You’d forgotten how utterly unnerving she could be. But you’d also forgotten how powerful she was, in her own way.
“You are Mana. That is why you are here.”
Just like the only other time you’d heard her voice, it stunned you with how clear it was, but also with the uncanny sense that something was being passed into you, through her words.
It hit you like a car doing a hundred miles an hour. How had you not figured it out earlier?
Mana. Spiritual power.
This… all of this, being brought back here, at that precise moment before you hit the water, it was to help you understand how powerful your own soul really was.
It wasn’t some unknown power or ability that had saved you from being torn apart, it was your uniquely strong soul, reaching out and borrowing a little extra strength from Whelma and her family. Managing to boost itself just enough to cocoon your body in a tougher shell than your usual aura.
Just enough to save you from breaking any bones or cracking your skull open.
And that momentary connection probably explained why the orca seemed to understand what you wanted as well.
But what the heck did your soul have to do with stopping the spores?
Right on cue, now that you’d apparently done what it wanted, the portal appeared before you, and everyone else literally jumped away from it, except for you and Koa.
You sighed heavily and let your head fall into your free hand for a moment, before looking up at the fucking thing again.
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
As usual, it just stood there, always in motion but also somehow so permanent. So inescapable.
“Why do I need to know more about myself in order to stop what’s coming? How will that help anything? I don’t understand what you’re trying to do…”
Marcus hadn’t let go of your hand even though he’d jumped back as the portal appeared, and now that he saw how familiar you were of it, he came closer again, tightening his grip on your hand as if he was afraid that you’d vanish.
A sharp pinch bothered your chest at the thought that his fear was about to come true.
“Pita, what is that? What’s going on?”
There was no use in telling him. Either this timeline would revert to normal after you disappeared, which would mean he’d soon learn all about it, or this timeline was forever corrupted, in which case you couldn’t know anything that might happen.
“I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I have to go.”
“No, you can’t. I-…”
He tugged on your hand as he spoke, urging you around to look at him, but then cut himself off when he realized that he didn’t actually know what he was trying to say.
It was almost as though your connection to your Marcus was bleeding into this one the longer you were around him, because the Marcus you knew would never have been this affectionate towards you at this point in time.
That was possibly why he struggled to put words to his feelings. Because to some extent, they weren’t really his.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. This is all just a weird dream. I’m gonna step into that black thing, and you’re gonna wake up and not even remember any of this.”
You wished that what you were saying was the truth, but you also feared everything about what was happening right now. Regardless of timelines.
You feared that you’d become lost to time, no longer belonging anywhere, and that your Marcus might not even exist anymore, or perhaps that you’d just never find him again.
“But I want to remember… because even if this is a dream, you like me here.”
No, no, no, this was not what you needed to hear right now. Leaving him was hard enough, no matter how or why it happened.
Your eyes stung when they met his. At the very least, you had to leave him with some hope.
“I like you everywhere, Mo. …I love you.”
Taking advantage of his shock, you slipped your hand out of his and quickly backed away, towards the portal, only turning to face it once you were about to step through.
But you paused, staring into it through the tears that would no longer be held back, for the first time feeling unwilling to trust it.
“Take me to him. Please.”
The liquid just kept softly billowing, perhaps moved by the winds and currents of the universe itself.
You closed your eyes, hoping with all the might of your soul that this was the last lesson it had needed to teach you, and then you stepped through.
<><><><><>
Marcus stood under a tree in his own garden, staring at his house, seeing his mother and daughter through the living room window, sitting in the sofa and talking, probably about him.
Their version of him. The person he’d need to become for the foreseeable future.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there, but it had gone dark.
He was trying to think back, to remember everything that had been going on five months ago, but he kept losing track of his own thoughts, finding them drifting back to what the portal had showed him earlier that day, after he’d left HQ.
He’d been wandering around for a while, trying to figure out what to do next, what had been significant enough about this point in time for the portal to need him to come back here, when one of the smaller pieces of it had suddenly appeared.
On its own, the little black creature couldn’t take him anywhere, but as it turned out, it could still show him things.
It had climbed up onto his head, and somehow projected images into his mind. Images that would surely rob him of all sleep for a long time to come. Or possibly even drive him mad.
There wasn’t really any point in putting it off any longer, it wouldn’t get any easier to explain no matter how long he stood out there.
Stepping into the house, he was met by Missy’s voice calling for her dad, before she came running to meet him, a hopeful smile on her face that faded when she realized that it wasn’t the right Marcus that had walked in.
Anita followed behind her, but upon seeing her reaction, told her to go to her room.
“No, you both need to hear this. Please.”
His voice was weak and hoarse from all the crying, but he had to explain, as best he could, because there was nowhere else he could go, and no other version of him would be coming back any time soon. Meaning he was the only father that this Missy had for now.
They exchanged a look, and after Anita nodded to her grandchild, they all went into the kitchen and sat down around the table. The two of them close together, and him on the opposite side.
“Sweetheart, did you tell Abuela what happened at HQ?”
“Yeah. As best I could.”
He nodded slowly a few times, once more attempting to gather his thoughts.
“I had hoped that I was brought here in order to learn or understand something that would have importance in the future, but as it turns out, that’s not what this is about for me.”
He paused to take a breath, trying to keep his emotions in check for as long as he could, while they both patiently waited, looking more apprehensive than confused, thus far.
“In my timeline… something horrible is about to happen. And Pita and I are the only ones who know about it.
This portal thing, it’s trying to help us stop it, and I thought that it brought me here to find a clue, something that would…”
Pain overtook him, stealing his voice for a moment, because as he said it out loud, he suddenly felt like the portal had betrayed him.
He cleared his throat and tried again.
“This is all about Pita. I’m here because the portal knows everything. Every possible version of the future, and in order to prevent what’s coming, I have to stay alive.
I have to be safe, because Pita is the only one that can stop the annihilation of all life on this planet, and if anything happens to me… she won’t be able to do that.”
Anita tilted her head to the side, but her eyes kept studying him closely.
“So, you’re hiding.”
“Not by choice… but yes, I suppose that’s true.
I’d give anything to go back there, to help her.”
He was able to keep the tears from falling, but the pain refused to lessen.
Knowing that you’d be forced to face this enormous threat all alone was enough to make him wanna beat his hands bloody against the fucking goo.
He wanted to trust that it was doing what needed to be done, but how could he when the odds of your success seemed so insurmountable?
Missy could see his pain as clearly as he could feel it, and it didn’t seem to matter to her that he wasn’t technically her dad, because she came to sit next to him and hugged him.
“I know how she feels, if she loves you so much that she’ll break without you. But I don’t understand how she can fight something that dangerous alone?”
“Neither do I, really. I just know that it has something to do with her soul. It’s very special, and it needs to be whole when she faces her enemy, or she’ll fail.”
“Is your Ace a super?”
“No. Her power is something else.”
She paused, and then pulled back so she could properly look at him.
“Do you believe she’s strong enough to win?”
He met her worried eyes, knowing that she’d see the truth whether he voiced it or not.
“I want to. But I’ve seen what’s coming… and… I just can’t.”
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