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folklore - isaac lahey {9/?}

Hey lovlies ✌🏻💕 sorry this part took so long something wasn’t sitting right with me so I rewrote it like 3 time 😫 but don’t worry I figured it out.

It’s all angst from here I’m afraid crew

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Warning(s): fluff at the start :), a whole bunch of swearing, blood, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any! <3

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The next morning came by all too quickly, you’d barely gotten any sleep. Yourself and Isaac spent the whole night talking, just like you used to before the tone of your lives had changed drastically.

There was so much you needed to get off your chest, and of course Isaac had a lot to say too so that’s what the pair of you did- put everything out on the table.

You did a whole lot of talking, laughed a lot, cried a little and for the first time ever during one of your and Isaac’s late night chats there was an incredible amount of shared kisses. Those little perks of being a couple were something you could definitely get used to.

Your fingers drew circles on Isaac’s chest, the boy laid there, contently looking down at you. Your head was comfortably tucked against his shoulder, turned up at an angle so that you were still face to face.

He noted how your eyes glinted in the morning sun, watery due to lack of sleep. It was crazy to him; the effect that you had. He swore he could be on fire and all it would take to put him out was one of your reassuring smiles pointed even vaguely in his direction.

Realistically, Isaac knew he should’ve been sad- heartbroken, even. His father had just been quite brutally murdered, he should be a mess, but he wasn’t.

Maybe it had something to do with the years of trauma the man had inflicted on him or maybe it was Isaac’s new supernatural status, whatever the reason for it, Isaac wasn’t mourning the death of his father.

Instead, all he could think about was how warm your body felt against his.

“It’s morning time.” He smiled at your murmur, the smile widened when you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

Isaac hummed in acknowledgment and squeezed your leg that you had thrown across his stomach. “Yeah.”

You moved your chin to rest against his chest, eyes looking into his, “We can stay here if you want. We don’t have to go to school.” You suggested but Isaac knew it was more of a plea when he saw the hopeful grin growing on your lips.

“Nah I gotta go in. I have lacrosse practice.” He spoke out, his voice low and grumbly from how tired he was.

You scoffed jokingly, pushing yourself up so your lips were hovering over his, “Lacrosse huh?”

His eyes were hooded now as he glanced down at your lips, his hands moving to grasp your waist, “Mhm.”

With a smirk you ghosted his lips with your own, you could hear his heart beating through his chest and you could feel how badly he wanted to connect his lips to yours.

“Well then I guess we better get a move on.” You whispered against his lips, pulling away abruptly and hoping out of the bed, strutting to the bathroom with a sway in your hips as you knew he was watching.

A look of disbelief was painted across his face as he shouted through the walls, “Out of all the things that have happened this week that was the most fucked up!”

You were going to kill Scott when you got your hands on him. Seriously could he have been anymore obvious?

“Scott! What the hell are you doing.” You whispered from the bleachers, knowing he could hear you.

The boy whispered back, determination clear in his voice, “There’s another werewolf. I need to find out who it is.”

He must’ve smelled it off him. So much for keeping it a secret.

“Scott stop, I know who it is.” You panicked, by the time the words left your mouth both Isaac and Scott had sent each other flying through the air.

As you made your way down from your spot on the bleachers to separate the commotion happening between your two baby werewolves, you noticed sheriff Stilinski and a few deputies making their way across the field.

The sheriff’s gaze was set on Isaac and you found your feet matching the older man’s pace in a silent race to get to the boy in question.

Unfortunately, since you were unable to use vamp speed, the sheriff had beaten you in the unspoken race. His hand had wrapped around Isaac’s bicep as he attempted to lead him away.

When you realised what was happening, you threw caution to the wind and began jogging, not even sparing Scott or Stiles a glance when they called out for you to stop.

Once you were close enough you reached out, successfully grabbing Isaac’s wrist and stopping him and the sheriff in their tracks. “What’s going on?” You demanded, looking between Isaac and the sheriff.

“They think I killed my dad.” Isaac told you quietly and you couldn’t stop the look of utter disbelief that appeared on your face as you moved to stand between Isaac and the sheriff.

“Are you kidding me?” The sheriff sighed with exhaustion at your shout. He knew it was going to be a long day when he saw his son and Scott marching toward the already escalating scene.

“Look, kid. He’s a suspect we have to hold him.” Sheriff Stilinski had been making arrests for a long time but he was sure the look you were giving him was the most venomous he’d ever seen.

“A suspect? Why? What’s your proof?” You shot out, eyebrows furrowed and fangs ready to spring from your gums.

Maybe it had something to do with the night of the full moon looming but you were finding it extremely difficult to keep your anger in check. After yesterday, you were almost certain if your rage got out out of hand there’d be no stopping you.

“We, uh, have reason to believe that Isaac had motive to kill his father. That’s all I can tell you.”

You scowled at him, easing up only slightly as you felt Isaac interlocking his fingers with yours from behind you. “That’s bullshit! He couldn’t have killed his dad because he was with me.” You lied smoothly.

The sheriff raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “With you?”

“Mhm. At my place.” You continued, ignoring the squeeze of warning you were getting from Isaac.

“Look, we have an eye witness account saying that Isaac fled his home, followed by his father and your name never came up.”

Letting out a cynical laugh you all but squared up to the man, “Yeah? And where do you think he fled to?” You asked challengingly.

You would’ve said more if Stiles hadn’t shoved himself in between yourself and his father, sporting a fake smile on his face as he started to ramble, “Hey guys! How we all doing? Good? Good. That’s really great to hear. (Y/n) can I borrow you for a second?” Stiles prompted you, nodding his head rather aggressively in an attempt to get you to stand down.

“No.” You and the sheriff spoke simultaneously, shocking Stiles.

“Young lady, I don’t think you understand the seriousness of what you’re saying. Being an accomplice to murder is a serious offence.” He told you sternly, clearly wanting to give you an opportunity to back down and walk away.

“(Y/n) come on.” Scott pleaded from behind you and you could feel the anxiety seeping off of both Stiles and Isaac.

Stiles laughed nervously, also trying to give you a fighting chance of walking away, “She’s not an accomplice! You’re not an accomplice, right?”

He fixed you with a confused look and repeated, “Right?”

“No I’m not an accomplice because Isaac didn’t kill his father!” You rebutted angrily through gritted teeth, the boys surrounding you terrified of the look on your face in that moment.

With a hard look, sheriff Stilinski took your arm in one hand and Isaac’s in the other and pulled the pair of you towards the police car, “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to take you both into holding.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” You heard Scott exclaim desperately from behind you, his voice two octaves higher than usual.

Carefully, you began to whisper quietly under your breath so that only Scott and Isaac would hear you, “Tonight’s the full moon. I’m not letting them put him in a holding cell alone. Call Derek. Come get us out.”

You didn’t glance back at Scott to check if he heard you, you simply kept walking ahead and complied with the sheriff as he placed you into the car, beside Isaac.

“Since we’re technically in prison and you’re technically part k9, does that mean you’re my bitch?” You wondered out loud, looking across the holding cell at Isaac who sat (moping) on the bench.

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m mad at you.” He grumbled and you pouted from your spot on the floor.

“It was a serious question.” You whined.

Isaac groaned, completely disregarding your question, “You’re insane? You know that don’t you?”

“Rude.” You complained, leaning your head back against the cold bars of the cell.

“No seriously. You shouldn’t be in here with me.” Isaac grumbled yet again.

“Ok, first of all, you shouldn’t even be in here in the first place because-“ you paused, took a deep breath and looked at the camera adjacent to yourself and Isaac on the wall outside the cell before shouting, “He didn’t fucking do anything!”

You had to force yourself into calming down as you felt your anger causing your heart rate to rise rapidly, you took one more deep breath and then continued what you had been saying.

“Secondly, and in all seriousness, the idea of you being in here on your own makes me feel physically sick, especially since it’s your first full moon and all this crap with the Argents going on… I just wanted to be with you.” You admitted sheepishly, picking at the sleeves of your jumper to avoid his gaze.

Isaac’s heart beat picked up at your words but you couldn’t say anything as yours had too, with a soft sigh he muttered, “You don’t have to protect me.”

“I know. I know you don’t need protection, you never have. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t strength in numbers right now.” Isaac was quiet for a second before speaking up again.

“Hey, babe?” You looked up at the sound of his voice, he was giving you a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah?” Isaac was shaking his head in disbelief, he let out a short chuckle and made his way across the cement floor and slid down beside you.

You watched him fondly and couldn’t help the roaring laugh that left your mouth when he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I’m definitely your bitch.”

Before either of you knew it, night had fallen and you’d begun to feel antsy. Your chest grew heavy with each noise or set of passing footsteps. You paced the cell restlessly, wringing your hands together and doing your best to disregard the feeling of dread swelling up inside of you.

It wasn’t long before Isaac was holding his head in his hands, his knee jutting in the same restless manner that you were pacing.

Growls were rising from the back of his throat and you wouldn’t lie, it was making you more than a little nervous.

You slowly approached him, proceeding with extra caution you reached out and tugged on his sleeve, hoping the action would bring him a sense of familiarity and not startle him.

Isaac’s head whipped around, his eyes glowing amber when they landed on you. “What’s happening?” He asked in a growl.

As gently as you possibly could, you moved your hands to Isaac’s cheeks and did your best to ignore his changed features.

“It’s the full moon. How are you feeling?” You kept your voice quiet, again trying to accommodate his heightened senses.

Isaac only screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw tightly, “Like I want to rip apart everything I see within a fifty mile radius.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at the holding area door, helplessly wishing Scott would come rushing through the door.

Isaac’s face seemed, for once, not to be comfortable in your hold as he began to growl and attempt to break out of your grip.

“No, no, no. Isaac, hey. Look at me.” The wolf reluctantly stopped wiggling and fixed his gaze on yours. Your eyes were now blazing purple and you felt your own composure slipping from your grasp.

Another gutteral sound left Isaac’s throat, his clawed hands digging into your hips for some kind of leverage. “Just keep looking at me alright… God, I don’t actually know how to do this but, uhm, just think about something that’ll keep you grounded, ok?” You told him frantically, speeding through your words as you heard the approaching footsteps of someone who was definitely not Scott or Derek.

The boy in front of you nodded his head just as the door opened. No, it didn’t open, it was practically pulled off its hinges. Effectively ruining the progress you’d made with your moon crazy boyfriend.

The man who walked in was dressed like a deputy but the gushing wound and arrow sticking out of his leg gave him away as a fake. As well as that, the gun he was pointing at Isaac gave him away as a hunter.

“Oh shit.” It was your turn to growl when Isaac broke out of your grasp. He pulled the cell door clean off, and set off towards the hunter.

Immediately, you ran behind him but before you could stop the two from killing each other, something else caught your eye. And your nose. It had taken over all of your senses, actually…

The blood leaking from his leg had you frozen on the spot, your mouth watering and mind unable to focus.

By now, Isaac had tossed the hunter aside and you weren’t sure when, but at some point Stiles had entered the room and your boyfriend was now attempting to attack your main food source.

“(Y/n)! Little help here?” Stiles cried from the floor and you tried your best to pull yourself together.

It didn’t take too much strength for you to restrain Isaac, you had one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his torso, successfully holding him against your chest.

You hadn’t noticed how hungry you were in the moment, you needed to eat before someone would need to restrain you.

Pushing the hunger away you tried your best to get through to the new wolf struggling against your grip.

“Remember the thing that keeps you grounded! What was it? Tell me about it.” You tried to prompt, however as soon as Isaac attempted to respond a resounding howl filled the room.

The sudden noise had caused Isaac to cower against you. His body shook against yours, reluctantly you released him from your hold, allowing him to curl up in fear against the nearest wall.

Derek stood at the head of the room, his aura screaming for command as he glowered down at Isaac before turning his gaze to you and Stiles.

“I’m the alpha.” The Hale stated pompously.

With a questioning laugh you motioned towards the mess of the room, Isaac in wolf form shaking and whining like a kicked puppy, a mercenary bleeding and unconscious on the tiles and a very rumpled up Stiles.

“What you are is a grade A ass. Where the hell were you?” Derek stiffened at your agitated tone.

The man in question cleared his throat, his authority slipping away in the presence of your glare, “Scott & I went to scope Isaac’s house.”

“And that took you six hours?” You scoffed, kneeling down next to Isaac and running a gentle hand through the scared boy’s hair.

He whimpered at your touch, only quieting down when you transferred as much calming energy as you could manage to conjure up onto him.

It was getting harder to ignore the blood lust you were feeling, the smell of blood and Stiles’ racing pulse were beginning to cloud your mind. It wasn’t the usual hunger, though. It felt far more violent. Almost as if you’d never be able to get enough no matter how much you consumed.

“I need to leave.” You stated, standing from your spot beside Isaac and fixing Derek with a hard look, “Take Isaac somewhere safe.”

“Wait hold on, where are you going?” Derek asked sternly.

“To find some blood before I start ripping people’s throats out.” You responded bluntly, not waiting for his reply, you used your speed to leave the sheriff's station.

You found yourself in the woods. Close to the old Hale house.

There was a certain scent, you couldn’t quite place it though. It was metallic, but unlike the blood you were used to, it smelled stale.

But still, it was captivating your senses and you needed to get to the bottom of it. You couldn’t decide what was more overpowering, your hunger or your curiosity.

Impatiently, you made your way through the darkened tree line, following the scent until it led you to the building you were oh so familiar with.

The Hale house stood before you, menacing as ever and reeking of old blood.

As you walked up the porch steps, the rotten stairs creaked with every shift of weight. When you finally placed your hand on the door you realised your mistake.

What felt like a billion bolts of electricity shot through your body the second your palm met the door knob.

All of your breath left your lungs as your body hit the floor. As your legs and arms seized and convulsed on the forest floor, having rolled down the porch steps with the force of the shock, a voice sounded from out of the shadows.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here…” The voice was old and scratchy, something like a worn out vinyl, a record that had been played so often that some of the tunes now came out as a painful drawl. “Come on, let’s get her rigged up.” The man demanded and you writhed against the many pairs of hands that began dragging you to what you assumed was some kind of van.

Your vision was blurry as you attempted to get your bearings, sitting up in the van after the doors had been forcefully slammed and you were left alone.

“Le-“ You attempted to heave out words, your attempts were fruitless though as your lungs were still devoid of any oxygen.

Frustration seemed to give you the strength you needed as you finally regained enough control over your body to yell out, a very enraged, “Let me out you bastards!”

A cynical laugh came from the head of the van, “She has a lot of spunk. You’d know she was a L/n.”

“I’m going-“ You rasped yet again, fighting against the shackles that had been placed on your wrists at some point, “To fucking rip your stupid throat out! With my teeth!”

As threatening as your words were, your wheezy, out of breath voice let you down.

“Now, now. No need for that.” He spoke, only for a voice you recognised to cut him off.

“I’m starting to think this wasn’t the best idea.” It was Chris Argent. You forced yourself to move as close to the front of the van as your shackles would allow.

“What exactly do you plan on doing with an innocent seventeen year old, Mr.Argent?” You drawled, the electricity almost completely out of your system, your lungs finally working at their usual capacity again.

When the hunter didn’t grace you with a response, and you figured you couldn’t do much else right in the moment, you decided you’d poke the proverbial bear.

“You tried to kill my boyfriend tonight… it’d be a real shame if I had to retaliate.”

“Shut it.” Chris said, his voice unamused, bordering on nervous.

Bored, you clicked your tongue, “No, I don’t think I will. Anyway, unless you want me to go into graphic detail about how I’m going to disembowel both of you when I get out, tell me why you’re kidnapping me.”

The old man chimed in then, “Because you, little girl, are an abomination.”

“And you, old decrepit asshole, are getting on my last nerve. Give me a straight answer before I make you give me a straight answer.” You tugged violently at the chains, loosening them from the metal wall, to convey your point.

“Brute force will get you nowhere, little wolf.” Wolf? There was your opening. They didn’t have a clue about you.

Deciding you couldn’t give away your only edge, you played into their delusions, “Where was that a few hours ago when you sent a hitman to put down a seventeen year old boy who's never done anything worse than miss an assignment?”

He scoffed then, “No matter how sweet you think you are. You wolves are all the same. You’re all killers.”

A laugh left the back of your throat, “Are you senile or something? Last time I checked you hunter dickheads were the ones killing people.”

“That’s enough, we’re done talking.” Chris asserted, you couldn’t see either of the men you’d been speaking to but you could imagine their clenched jaws at your statement.

With a smirk you kept talking, “You killed, what was it? Oh yes. All of the Hale’s. Cora was only a little older than me at the time, Kate torched the house five years ago so that would have made Cora twelve years old when she was burned alive.”

You paused for a second, allowing your anger to seep off of you and onto them. “Tell me… what monstrosities could a twelve year old girl have committed?”

“This is your last warning.” Chris grumbled and you ignored him yet again.

“All of these broken morals lead me to wonder; what would precious Alison think of all of this? Maybe I’ll ask her at school on Monday.” You tormented the men, readying yourself to make a break for it as you felt the van slow down.

Quietly, or as quietly as you possibly could, you freed your wrists from their shackles. Shakily you stood up and then you waited.

When the door opened you fixed the two men who were looking at you in mild shock with a smirk, “Hi.”

“How did you… those shackles were doused in mistletoe.” At the old man's shock your smirk broadened. It was something you had found out from both Damon Salvatore and Deaton. Mistletoe only weakened wolves, not vampires.

With a coy shrug you shot them a wink, “I’d really love to stay and chat but, I have homework.” With that you began to run, but the older man caught your forearm before you got a clean break.

And normally, his amount of strength wouldn’t have been able to stop you, what was really hindering your movement was the dagger he had logged in your abdomen.

Your eyes were wide and you let out a pathetic squeal of pain when he twisted the knife in your stomach, his voice was menacing as he spoke, “You’re not going anywhere.” He spat out in your face, hand firm on the dagger.

“Yes. I. Am.” You seethed through gritted teeth, containing the blood that was filling your mouth.

Using whatever strength you could muster, you threw the man away from you and took off running, the dagger still lodged in your abdomen.

When you were sure you were far enough away, you fell to your knees.

Taking a shaky breath you looked around the street you’d landed on. You weren’t sure where you were and your phone was lying abandoned on the floor of the woods. It was times like this you wish you had a howl.

Then as if it was some incredible mirage, driving down the street was a light blue jeep. “Stiles!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, dragging yourself to the edge of the road.

“Stiles! Stiles please!” You cried out, letting out a breath of relief when the jeep stopped only a few meters from you.

Within seconds Stiles was sprinting over to you, sliding the rest of the way on his knees and cupping your face with a terrified expression, “Y/n!? What hap- hu- oh dear god!” He tried his best not to gag when he noticed that you were literally impaled.

“Ok. Ok. No what happened? Wait no. Right not important.” The boy rambled and you let him lead you as he picked you up from the dirt and placed you laying down across the back seat of his jeep.

Stiles drove like a madman to the hospital, wincing when you’d whimper and muttering apologies when you’d let out a cry.

“I think you would’ve been really proud of how I handled that situation.” You jested weakly from your spot, Stiles looked at you briefly in disbelief.

“What? By getting stabbed?” He shot back.

You offered him a faint giggle, “Nah, you shoulda heard me, Sty. I was such a snarky bitch.”

“So that’s how the stabbing thing happened. Got it.”

Only a few more minutes passed before you’d arrived at the hospital. Stiles had practically dragged you in and you couldn’t help the mewls of agony you were letting out as he passed you off to Melissa.

“What the hell happened?” She screeched and all you could offer in response was a blood filled cough, causing Melissa to nod her head in understanding, “Right. Questions later.”

Aimlessly you looked around for something, anything.

You were in complete darkness, but your body stood tall and seemingly healthy, no sign of any kind of wound.

A dull, yellow light shone in the distance. Cautiously, you took a step forward and it was only then that you knew where you were.

Under your feet, which were devoid of any shoes or socks, wet leaves crunched under your weight and you found yourself, yet again, standing in front of the Hale house.

It looked how it usually did, sad and decolate. However, what was unusual was that dull light shining through one of the partially melted windows.

Humming sounded from the home, hitting your ears in perfect pitch. It brought a wave of calmness over you, tranquilizing your fears as you twisted the knob that had once sent you into a horrific shock.

The rotten hardwood cooled your feet as you shuffled thoughtlessly through the house which you used to view as a home away from home.

“You put up a great fight.” A deep voice spoke from inside the lit room.

The voice was unmistakable, but you knew that there was only one explanation for why you were hearing it. For as long as you could, you wanted to hold onto your naivety.

“Who's there?” You called in response while small steps carried you closer and closer to the room.

The voice let out a chuckle, “I think you already know.”

Finally, you arrived in the room. Confronting the voice you knew all too well.

“Good to see you again, sweetheart.” You saw his face then, standing charred and battered like a fallen angel was Peter Hale.

The sob that fell from you was impossible to stop, you didn’t waste another second, you threw yourself at the man in front of you. A teary smile found your face when he welcomed you with open arms, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you cried into his shoulder.

“Quiet now, no more tears.” He said, pulling away from you, his thumb brushing under your eye gently, sweeping the falling teardrops away.

With a sniffle you looked at your surroundings before returning your gaze to Peter, “Am I dead?” You asked meekly.

Oddly enough, you felt accepting of it. Liked it, almost. It was quiet here- wherever here was.

“Temporarily.” He answered, guiding you further into the room. It had a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and two wooden chairs sat vacant underneath it. “Have a seat.”

Doing as told, you sat down on the chair opposite Peter. “Where are we?” You questioned, the silence, although peaceful, was overwhelming.

Peter gave you a small grin, gesturing to the room around you, “Purgatory.” He answered simply.

He stared at you then, a look in his eyes you recognised but, for the first time since you’d turned, you couldn’t feel it. It was something akin to sadness. It held love too, though.

“The next part is the hardest. When you wake up you won’t have a clue how you got there. You’ll be starving and all you’ll want to do is start tearing people apart.” He explained and your stomach dropped.

You were going to wake up and complete the transition, you’d be a fully fledged vampire and all because of some stupid knife wound.

“I won’t remember being dead?”

Peter shook his head, “You’ll remember this part, not the actual passing over part though.”

A tear slipped from your eye and you forced yourself to take in a shaky breath, “Passing over to where?”

Peter shrugged, “Don’t know. I’ve never gotten that far; too much unfinished business.” He tried to lighten the mood, but he realised there was no use as he noticed your breathing pick up and your eyes fill with tears yet again.

“You’re strong, you’ll be perfectly fine. You are my beta, after all.” He soothed, moving his chair so it would be next to yours.

You let out a croaky laugh at that, “I haven’t been strong. I’ve been drowning ever since you bit me, I haven’t done much other than fight with myself.”

“Not true. I’ve been keeping an eye on you. Keeping Derek under control is a job not everyone is up for, but you’re doing it like it’s nothing. Although, you’d be doing a lot better if I had gotten to you before Derek ripped by throat out.” He muttered the last part, obviously not happy with your trip to Mystic Falls.

“Damon told me you used to drink together.” You recalled with a smile, distracting yourself from the future of impending darkness.

Peter laughed at the memory but didn’t speak.

The dense silence returned, not for long though, distantly you heard shouts. They were more like pleads really. Or were they screams?

“Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n! Y/n!”

Softly, you turned your head towards the doorway, the hallway light was turned on now too, “Someone’s calling me.”

Peter stood up, a heavy grief filled sigh falling from him as he offered you his hand and pulled you to your feet when you took it. “It’s almost time. But not just yet, there's one last thing you need to do.”

“What is it?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

Peter pulled you close, placed a kiss to the top of your head then began guiding you, arm tightly wrapped around your shoulder.

He answered you solemnly, blue eyes sparkling with unwanted wisdom, “You have to say goodbye.”

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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Thank you for writing my Poppy sketchbook request!! I loved it! 😭😭💕💕

Anyways, I have another idea: Poppy and MC doing body shots at a frat party!

I'm so sorry I keep requesting stuff. Hehe

I’m really glad you loved it anon it means a lot. Sorry if you were waiting a while for this one because I’m working through the requests now, I hope you enjoy it 💖💖

pairings: Poppy x mc

(Takes place after chapter 7 of queen b)

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth (i forgot i had a taglist for poppy but if you wanna be added on in future fics let me know 😁)

word count: 2.3k (its a long one)

Body Shots

The party at the frat house is in full swing, music blaring from the speakers, the pulsating and infectious beat echoing throughout the entire house. Every inch of the house is filled with drunk college students, all immersed in the party, drinking, dancing, playing beer pong and the classic, hooking up.

Poppy Min Sinclair stands in the corner of the living room, a scowl etched on her face as she observes her surroundings. Veronica’s nowhere to be seen, undoubtedly live streaming for her picta fans and after many gruelling hours of begging and pleading, Chloe was back at the queen b’s side as her number 2. Chloe looks at the party-goers longingly, wishing she could join in on the fun but with Poppy in a sour mood tonight there’s no chance of that happening. After throwing away her remaining self worth to get back into the strawberry blonde’s good graces, she was not about to mess it up again by ditching her.

You hover at the front door of the frat house, self-conscious about being in the public eye after weeks of hiding since Poppy released that embarrassing hog calling video. Everywhere you went, you were met with stares, laughs and even a student or two who would mock you.

“Girl stop worrying” Zoey says reassuringly placing her hand on your shoulder, “everyone’s practically forgotten about the video.”

You glare at Zoey indignantly, and then roll your eyes, “no they haven’t. I mean yesterday someone literally sent hay to our dorm room. Maybe this was a bad idea.” You turn away from the door and begin walking away. Zoey chases after you, her hand firmly clasps your arm as she tugs you towards the door.

“Bea, pleaseeeee. Tonight is all about getting drunk and having fun. Please stay” She bats her eyelashes while giving you the puppy eyes treatment and your doubts start to dissipate.

You stand a little straighter, giving Zoey a resolute nod, “you’re right.” You begin mentally steeling yourself as you stare down the Alpha’s front door, which somehow looks way more intimidating than the first time you were here.

Zoey ushers you in through the front door where you are met by a half naked, unmistakably drunk, Ford who throws his arms around both you and Zoey, “looks who’s hereeee.” he takes a swig from the cup in his hand, “we were hoping you would come Bea.”

“Really?” you raise an questioning eyebrow at Ford who replies with an eager nod, pulling both you and Zoey into the living room. He motions at the dj who gives him a knowing nod, and the music suddenly changes and the sounds of your hog calling, which begins to echo throughout the entire frat house, evoking an assortment of reactions. All the students turn to look at you, humour written all over their faces while embarrassment is on yours. You look around the room and your gaze meets Poppy, whose lips quirk up, her eyes glimmering with amusement as she stares you down. You feel like you’re staring right at the face of the devil itself, and anger begins to flood through your body.

Zoey looks at you apologetically once the normal music resumes and she draws you into a hug, and mumbles an apology in your ear, “we can go if you want you.”

You eyes once again roam the room, most students once again indulging in the party while some gawk at you, finding the ordeal humorous. You mind drifts to Poppy and how infuriating she is, because this is all her fault. You shake out of your reverie and softly shake your head, “no.” Zoey raises a worried eyebrow at you, “I came here to get drunk so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” You both walk over to the keg, pouring yourself and Zoey some beer in some plastic red solo cups and drain the entire thing within seconds before refilling it.

“You might want to take it slow,” Zoey says, as she carefully sips her beer.

“Nope, I need to forget the last couple of weeks existed,” you raise the cup almost as if you're doing a toast before downing the rest of it. You sharply inhale as you feel the alcohol beginning to warm your body, and you feel yourself starting to feel more at ease. You’re about to pour yourself another cup until a familiar voice comes up behind you, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.

“I see the Alpha’s are doing their regular charity work by taking in a stray,” her voice crackles with detest as she looks you over, but you notice her eyes lingering on your body but you don’t blame her since the dress you’re wearing is doing wonders for your figure.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already used a line like that before Pops, don’t tell me you’re losing your touch already?” you give her a little smirk, her eyes glowering at the sound of the nickname you’ve given her but she brushes over it and returns a demonic smile.

“Hmm, maybe it’s because my point still stands. You don’t belong here. Maybe you’ll be better off on that farm of yours, getting down and dirty with the pigs than the frat boys.”

“You didn’t mind getting down and dirty with me a few weeks ago.” Chloe who’s standing behind Poppy gives a small gasp, while Zoey stares at you, mouth hanging open. Poppy however, stares at you, all sense of amusement wiped from her face as a fire begins to burn in her eyes.

Poppy turns her head slightly, speaking over her shoulder, “leave us now.” her voice commanding, and Chloe awkwardly migrates into the party. A few seconds later Poppy raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Zoey, “why are you still here new money? Did befriending Farmsville cause you to lose brain cells or something?” Zoey sputters and looks to, waiting for your answer.

“It’s okay Zo, go and enjoy the party. One of us should be able to without feeling like the air is being sucked out of the room.” Poppy lets out a small huff but Zoey obliges and walks but not before mouthing, “you and Poppy?”. You respond with a wink and then you’re left with the strawberry blonde who’s just staring daggers at you.

“Listen here you oversized gremlin” she takes a menacing step towards you, but you stand your ground no matter how much steam is coming out of her ears, “you weren’t even that good in bed so I wouldn’t get all high and mighty if I were you.”

“Funny, because I remember you screaming out my name.”

“Hmm, I remember you begging me to say yours.” she retorts, with less sass but her tone almost seductive. As the air between you intensifies, Poppy does something you would never expect, she looks away.

“So what’s her majesty doing in a place like this? You clearly aren’t having any fun?” You begin refilling your drink while Poppy’s face twists in disgust.

“You’re still talking to me?”

You roll your eyes, “Why are you always such an uptight bitch? Does it ever kill you to have some fun?”

“I have fun Farmsville. I’m just not a juvenile like you, finding entertainment in the most banal things.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or just plain boredom, you’re not sure but something within you sparks a challenge as you raise an eyebrow at Poppy and say, “prove it.” Maybe Poppy’s feeling the same way as you, because her eyes mirror your exact feelings when she gives you a small grin.

“Okay Farmsville, but first I need a drink.” You lift up your cup towards Poppy who pushes it away with disgust, “no a real drink.”

As the party blazes on, Poppy leads you to a secret room within the Alpha house which is a replica of a bar, only smaller but you repress making a joke about how it’s a literal minibar.

Poppy reaches behind pulling out a bottle of tequila and looks at you with a devious glint in her eye. “Now we can have fun.” She takes out two glasses, pouring out a drink for you both, and you both quickly down the drink. You slightly wince as the tequila burns your throat but Poppy seems unaffected as she refills the glasses again.

“Damn,”

Poppy raises a cocky eyebrow at you, “bet you didn’t think I could hold my own Farmsville.”

“I’ll have to remember to not underestimate you.”

“You have a habit of underestimating me Farmsville, just know I will never back down” she runs a finger down your chest, and you sharply inhale as you gaze into her eyes. As the atmosphere intensifies you find yourself almost drowning in Poppy’s brown doe eyes, and you begin to slowly lean in, Poppy notices your expression and quickly lifts her glass blocking your face and drinks it all before setting the glass down hard. “You’re falling behind Farmsville.”

You quickly grab the other glass draining the contents before giving her a small grin, “please, I could literally drink you under the table.”

Without missing a beat Poppy retorts, “but could you drink off me on the table.” her voice commandeering with confidence. In the moments that follow, Poppy easily unzips her dress and slips out of it, before hopping up on the counter and reaching behind grabbing a lime wedge and a few salt packets. She eyes bore into yours as you helplessly appraise her body, your mind flashing back to the night you had sex with her, and how perfect her body felt against yours. How her nails dug into your back leaving red marks all over it, but the pleasure was too much for you to care about it. As your eyes travel back up Poppy’s body you reach her eyes, which are glimmering with humour. “So?” She lifts up a salt packet in her hand, “are we going to do this or are you too much of a coward?”

You step forward daringly, and take the salt packet from her hand before licking your own hand and sliding it down Poppy’s chest, the substance of your saliva sticking to it. You rip open the salt packet with your teeth, while maintaining eye contact and slowly guide the strawberry blonde’s body down the counter and empty out the contents of the packet onto her chest. Poppy lets out a giggle, her cheeks flushing red as she takes you in. You pour some of the tequila into her belly button and eagerly begin licking her chest, your tongue exploring the swell of her breasts. You hear some light gasps from Poppy as you kiss your way down to her belly button, your lips encircling it as you begin to suck the alcohol out of it. Once you’re done, you move your head up and begin looking for the lime wedge, your brows furrowed with confusion until Poppy opens her mouth and you see the lime wedge between her teeth.

You stare at Poppy before slowly moving down to her mouth and taking the wedge between your own teeth, your lips softly graze together before you tilt your head up, biting down harder on the lime squeezing out all of its juice. You laugh victoriously as Poppy sits up and begins to pull you down onto the counter.

“My turn.” She begins hastily unzipping your dress and pushes you down onto the counter, as you lie down she straddles your hips. She pours a glass and balances it on your chest. She licks her fore and middle finger before sliding it down your throat and pouring some salt onto it. She delicately places a lime wedge on your lips, your mouth opens slightly biting down on the peel. Poppy leans down and begins to run her tongue down your throat, her tongue caressing it as she licks up every grain of salt before moving down your chest. Her lips curl around the glass as she picks it up with her teeth, emptying its contents, plucking it out of her mouth and moving down to the lime wedge. As she slinks down, your eyes meet hers, as she takes in the lime and begins to bite down on it. While the peel is still in your mouth, she finishes the rest of it, slightly wincing by the time she's done. In that moment you look over at Poppy and her eyes glisten with want and her gaze lingers on your lips. You turn your head spitting out the rest of the wedge, grab the back of Poppy’s neck as your lips come crashing together in a passionate kiss. Her lips taste sour, hints of the lime juice and tequila remaining on them as you nibble on her bottom lip, eliciting a few high pitched moans from the queen b.

You stay attached at the lips, Poppy’s tongue invitingly tangling with yours, as you kiss her without restraint. Your hands slowly start to trail down her body resting on her hip. You’re about to flip the strawberry blonde over on the counter until the door abruptly opens and a gasp pulls you out of the moment. You look over to see Veronica, phone in hand as she ogles at the two of you.

Poppy pushes you away, jumping off the counter, “you better not be live streaming Lombardi” her voice quickly sobering up as she glares at the ombre-haired girl.

“I wasn’t and I’m going to leave. Have fun with whatever this is.” Veronica gestures between the two of you before slinking out of the room and as you get your bearings, you see Poppy already slipping her dress back on.

“So that’s it huh?”

Poppy doesn’t answer, her gaze averted from yours, she quickly zips up her dress, before running a hand through her silky hair and moves towards the door. Before she leaves, she turns towards you, “this was fun Farmsville. Maybe one day we’ll continue this in a more private manner.” She gives you a small wink and disappears, leaving you and your whirlwind of thoughts.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

Zoey never considered herself to be a city girl, but the longer she lived here, the more accustomed she became. Of course, there were perks she missed living in the suburbs. Yards, gardening, a better sense of security. She missed those nights where she could sit on her back porch, listen to the crickets chirping, and watch the lightning bugs dance around the lawn. Hearing the trees rustle in the darkness was a calm she could never quite replicate.

But city life was exciting. There was always something to do or something to see. People were on every corner and energies were always high. It was never boring. Downtown LA was bustling with people, especially for a Sunday afternoon. Andy had taken her on a little shopping spree after brunch. He said he wanted to buy a whole new wardrobe to ‘reinvent himself’. She hadn’t planned on buying anything, but he wasn’t having that. They stopped in a bunch of little boutiques, trying on all sorts of dresses, bathing suits, and shoes. There were so many hidden gems in the way of local small businesses in the area. And the store owners were always kind.

“I can’t wait to bring my sister out here one day,” Zoey held up a cute graphic tee, “Katie would love these shops.”

“Do you two talk a lot?” Andy asked.

Zoey re-folded the shirt and placed it back, “I try to, but not nearly enough. I miss her.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t really close growing up?”

“Yeah. We didn’t start getting close until right before I moved. It made leaving harder. She’s getting ready to start college soon. I think my parents are starting to freak out a bit that she’s moving on campus. Empty nest syndrome.”

“Little bird’s gotta learn to fly,” Andy spoke, earning a nod from Zoey.

The two decided to grab some crepes to go and ate them on a bench, watching strangers pass them by on the street, catching up on all their work stories, and talking about how awkward her date was the other day. Nancy’s friend was nice, alright, but clearly hadn’t been in a relationship before and had no clue how to communicate with women. He had potential if he found someone with patience, but she just wasn’t prepared to baby someone at the moment. She recalled Harry getting a kick out of it when she told him about it, but Zoey just felt bad. She made sure to let him down gently.

Eventually, they got on the topic of Zoey’s birthday coming up in three days. She had already told Andy that she wanted to go to the beach, but he made it a point to remind her that it was a birthday, therefore they needed to celebrate all day. They discussed having dinner at a nice restaurant with all of her friends, bar hopping afterward, and ending the night with a karaoke club. She started to get excited, especially since she just bought the perfect outfit to wear.

“What about Brett? Is he invited, or are he and Rory not speaking?”

“I didn’t tell you?!” Zoey exclaimed, turning towards him and swallowing her mouthful of crepe, “he asked Rory out last night! They’re official.”

“No fucking way!” Andy exclaimed, covering his mouth, “Bitch! Imagine the babies they’d make!”

“Cute little foreign babies!” Zoey cooed, laughing.

“Does Harry know about them yet?”

Zoey pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, “I haven’t told him yet, so probably not.”

Andy went wide-eyed, an interested smirk stretching across his face, “Wonder how he’ll react when he finds out.”

Zoey shrugged her shoulders, looking down at her food. She didn’t know. She was getting these weird mixed signals from Harry. He’s been back in England for a week now and even with the dramatic time difference, they’ve talked more this week than they did when he was on tour. She’d attribute that to him finally having some time off from work, but she knew that he’d been in the studio and had a few meetings, so even that wasn’t necessarily true.

But the increase in communication wasn’t what she was confused about. It’s the conversations themselves. At first, she thought Harry was handling the ‘Rory situation’ pretty well. He had confided in her that he wasn’t sure he wanted to be with her to begin with, which she had suspected. He had told Zoey about how his friends keep making jokes about how they think he likes her. At first, Zoey laughed it off. Her and Harry? That would never happen. She just simply wasn’t his type. And he made that very clear.

But then there would be moments. Subtle. But enough to catch her attention. A tone in his voice, an expression on his face, an extra-long silence where there didn’t need to be. Maybe she was reading into it after what he told her. Maybe she was reading into it because she secretly hoped it was true, which killed her. He was her best friend. She finally met someone whom she could be herself around without feeling uncomfortable. Someone she could confide in about anything and everything, and that meant even more to her now that Jess was gone.

She didn’t want to jeopardize that by saying or acting on some stupid puppy love crush she had on Harry fucking Styles of all people. He doesn’t like her like that. And even if he did, how could they even attempt to make that work? Especially after he and Rory had a thing. What, so now they’re just swapping sexual partners? Even if Zoey was fine with her friend dating and sleeping with a fling of hers, it doesn’t mean that Aurora was. She couldn’t risk ruffling her roommate’s feathers. She didn’t want to lose her friendship or make things awkward at home, either. So, for now, she’d just keep her mouth shut while this little phase passes.

The two finished up eating when Andy checked his phone and suggested they start heading back to her place to get ready for work tonight. “Get ready? We’ve still got three hours before we have to leave!”

“Yes, but you need a shower and I want to show Nancy and Rory these clothes I got!” he shot back.

“Alright, alright! Fine!”

The ride back to the condo was like any other ride between the two friends: filled with painfully tone-deaf singing and dramatic dance. Nothing was out of the ordinary as the two rode the elevator to the twenty-second floor and discussed the predictions for the turnout at the bar tonight. Nothing seemed different as she punched her code into the front door and stepped inside. Except, instead of the typical scene she’d see, she walked in to see Nancy and Rory standing in the middle of the living room with huge smiles on their beautiful faces, surrounded by several large rolling luggage. One of which she noticed was her own.

“What are you doing?” Zoey asked them, turning to see Andy’s eager grin. Her eyes furrowed, confused, “What’s going on?”

“We’re taking you away for your birthday,” Nancy’s smile grew, stepping out from behind the luggage and walking towards her. Aurora followed closely behind.

“What? Where are we going?” Zoey asked, her heartbeat rising.

“That’s a surprise. ” Nancy grinned.

Zoey laughed skeptically, eyebrows raising, “This is a joke, right?” Everyone shook their head no and she asked, “What about work? What about Binx? Where are we going?”

Andy spoke up, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a hug, “I had our manager put in vacation time for us for almost a month now. We’ve had this planned for a while now.”

“And don’t worry about Binx. Brett’s going to watch him while we’re gone,” Aurora grinned, “We think we packed everything you’ll need, but if Nancy and I forgot anything, we’ll just get it while we’re there. Now come on! We need to go before we’re late!”

Overwhelmed, Zoey shoved the new clothes she just bought into her suitcase, double-checking her pockets to make sure she had her wallet and ID on her. Quickly, she grabbed a hoodie and they were off, making sure to grab Andy’s suitcase from his car before getting into Rory’s and heading to the airport.

The whole way she was trying to make guesses as to where they were going, but none of them faltered. They had managed to get to the airport, check their luggage, and go through security with her being none the wiser. She wasn’t allowed to look at her ticket. Nancy was always beside her, holding onto Zoey’s documents and explaining to TSA agents and any airport employee they encountered that she was going on a surprise birthday trip, asking them to please not ruin it for her until they got to the gate. Most of them got a kick out of it. Finally, when they reached the gate, there, above the seating area, with Nancy recording her reaction, is where she found out where they were going.

Zoey gasped, her hands shooting up to her mouth and her legs giving out, she crumbled to the ground, tears forming in her eyes, “Rome?!” Her friends stood around her, laughing, smiling, and tearing up at her reaction. “You’re taking me to Rome?!”

Andy put a hand out for her, “You better get your ass up off this dirty-ass floor,” he choked, pulling her to her feet.

“Are you serious?” She repeated, holding onto him for support.

“You said you’ve always wanted to come here,” Aurora reminded her, wrapping her arms around her friend, “You deserve it.”

Nancy came over and they all had a group hug, onlookers staring at them with smiles on their faces when they realized what was going on. “You guys, this is crazy!” Zoey laughed, wiping the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“Well, it’s a long flight. A little over seventeen hours,” Nancy warned her, “and because of the time difference, we technically won’t be arriving until tomorrow night around 5 PM. But we made sure to bring a bunch of snacks and games to play while we’re on board.”

“And bitch, we’re in first class!” Andy squealed, jumping up and down.

Zoey’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping again as she processed everything that was going on. “How the hell did you guys manage all of this? I have a passport? How did you get me a passport? Does Harry know about this? He had something to do with this, didn’t he?”

“We had help to get your passport,” Aurora admitted, “We had to snoop and call your parents to get all of your documents.”

“My parents know I’m going to Italy?!”

“And I’m a little offended you think Harry must have had some involvement in this! What, we couldn’t do this for you on our own?” Nancy feigned disappointment.

“No, I’m sorry, I just-”

“I’m kidding. He totally planned this,” Nancy laughed, “It was his idea to do this. We all just helped make it happen.”

“You guys!” Zoey smiled, pulling them into another long hug before they found a few empty seats in the corner of the seating area before they got ready to board. Zoey took the opportunity to Facetime Harry. It must have been a little before midnight, but she could bet that he’d still answer. And just like she suspected, the screen enlarged just in time to see the dark surrounding of Harry’s room illuminate when he switched on the lamp on his side table.

He rubbed his eyes and squinted. When he saw the expression on Zoey’s face, his mouth stretched in a smile, “Surprised?” he asked.

Zoey shook her head, there was no hiding her grin, “How could you keep this a secret?”

“Because of that look, right there,” Harry pointed at her face, through the screen.

Nancy leaned over Zoey’s shoulder, “I’ll send you her reaction. It was amazing!”

“You’re going to be there, right?” Zoey asked, her eyes hopeful.

Harry nodded, “Yeah, I head out in the morning. It’s a short flight for me. I’ll be there before you land.”

“Okay. I’ll let you get some sleep then. I’ll see you tomorrow!” she grinned.

“Safe travels,” Harry smiled.

Just before he could end the call she managed to say, “Oh, and Harry? Thank you.”

Harry nodded, winking before the call went blank. It was hard for him to sleep after that. He was too excited. She still had no clue what was to come.

Nancy wasn’t kidding. The flight was long. Excruciatingly long. Even in first class, it was hard to get comfortable. Her legs felt like jello and she had no feeling in her butt anymore. Her neck was so stiff that it was hard to move it. She had read an entire novel by the end of the first half of the flight, and she and Andy had gotten bored of playing cards. There was nothing else to do but sleep.

And sleep, she did. Until the discomfort of depressurization in the cabin made her ears painfully pop and woke her from her sleep. She looked out of the window to see a large city in the distance, slowly coming closer and closer. A chime throughout the airplane sounded, waking Andy beside her, and the pilot’s voice had announced their descent into Rome, followed up by a few other languages.

Quickly, Zoey’s exhaustion was replaced with exhilaration, excitedly staring out the window as the plane collided with cement and sped down the runway towards their gate. They couldn’t get off fast enough. She thanked the pilots and the flight attendants on the way out, skipping down the hallways with her friends, grabbing their bags, and heading out to the car rental lot to pick up an SUV for the weekend, which Aurora gladly drove, as she was used to European roads, having traveled to Italy a few times before.

The air in Italy was different. Cleaner. Less pollutant. It had a faint smell of lemon and roasted coffee that felt so dreamy. Rory plugged their destination into the GPS and Zoey pressed her nose against the window, staring out at the scene. The architecture was grand. Old. Historical. Beautiful. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she recognized something from the endless hours of research she had done on the history of Rome. She was simply mesmerized.

They rode for twenty minutes as the sun began to cast a golden glow across the sky, still brightly illuminating the streets below, the streets lined with tall cypress trees and stone walls that separated property lines from large estates to which you could barely see from the road when they finally pulled up to a grand, cast-iron gate. Zoey watched as Rory looked at her phone, punched a code into the call box, and the gate slowly started to open.

As soon as they pulled into the white gravel driveway, they noticed the vineyard that stretched the length of the grounds on either side of the driveway that separated them leading up to a huge water feature that sat in the center of the wraparound drive situated in front of a massive seven thousand square foot elegant Italian villa.

“Holy shit,” they all muttered, clamoring out of the car and gawking up at the building.

“This whole thing is ours for a week?” Andy exclaimed, dumbstruck.

“That’s what Harry said,” Aurora said, opening the trunk door.

One by one they began to pull their luggage out when a whistle caught their attention. They turned to see Harry standing barefoot on the stone landing wearing wool cream-colored pants, a white tank top with an unbuttoned white short sleeve shirt over top, and yellow sunglasses. His arms were outstretched and he smiled, shouting, “Finally! Took you long enough.”

The four of them ran up, dropping their bags to give him a huge hug, shouting out various greetings and shouts of thanks.

He turned to Zoey, grabbing the handle of her suitcase with one hand and wrapping an arm around her shoulder with the other. Her heart fluttered at his touch. He looked and smelled different in Italy. It suited him. Harry’s arm pressed down on the end of his ponytail as he pulled Zoey closer to him and he said aloud, “Now, we are going to make this the best week of your life. But to do that, we have one other surprise for you. So if you’d be so kind as to follow me inside…”

“...What is going on?” Zoey asked, suspiciously following the singer with her friends behind her, Nancy, again, filming her reaction.

Harry grinned as he took her hand, leading her into the home. Everyone took in the scene, gaze scanning the beautiful Tuscan terracotta flooring up the Venetian plastered walls lined with beautiful Italian paintings and artwork and the elegant staircase with wrought iron railing. He noticed she took a deep breath and turned to him.

“Is that food? Are you cooking us dinner?” Zoey asked.

Harry had them stop just before entering what she could see was the kitchen and said, “Well, it’s funny you should mention that. Yes, I’m cooking. But I had a little help. You can come out!” he shouted.

And he watched Zoey’s face change from confusion to absolute shock as she screamed, letting go of his hand and running to her little sister. “Oh my God, Katie!” she screamed, pulling her little sister into a tight embrace, both of them beginning to cry as they looked each other up and down and wiped each other’s tears, muttering incoherent words of sentiment to each other.

Harry knew how much Katie meant to her, but to see it firsthand almost felt like a privilege. And to think, he almost didn’t think to invite her. She only just turned eighteen. It took a lot of convincing for her parents to let her go. He had offered to pay for the entire trip, but her parents didn’t care about that. He had to Facetime and call them several times, promise to keep them updated at every point of the trip, make sure Katie called them every night before bed, send a general itinerary of the week's events, and give emergency numbers to all in attendance, which everyone was glad to give. He picked Katie up from the airport himself, arriving only two hours before the rest of them.

“You knew, too?” Zoey breathed, finally pulling away from her little sister, her words shaking along with her hands as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Harry felt a lump in his throat begin to rise as soon as he noticed Zoey’s chin quivering from the emotions and Katie nodded, explaining everything that Harry had done.

Zoey shook her head, overwhelmed, and took a deep breath, motioning towards her friends. “Have you met these guys yet, then?” When Katie shook her head again, she introduced the three, “This is Andy. He’s my amazing friend and coworker. And these two are my roommates. Nancy and Rory.”

The three of them pulled the shy Katie away from her older sister, giving her hugs and showering her with compliments while Zoey turned her attention to Harry. He noticed her red, puffy eyes and grinned, pulling her into a tight hug that she could sink into. It’s only been a little over a week, but it could have been longer for all he knew. Facetime was hardly enough.

When Zoey pulled away, she walked back over to her little sister, running a hand through her sister’s long brown hair and smiling. Seeing them side-by-side he could see the similarities in their features if he looked hard enough.

“Alright,” Harry announced, “We have about fifteen minutes until dinner is done, so how about a quick tour of the villa while we wait?” Everyone cheered words of approval, grabbing their bags and following Harry as he walked through the house, “There are seven bedrooms here and a few convertible offices, so everyone gets their own bedroom with more to spare. There are three bedrooms on this floor and four more upstairs. Katie already claimed her bedroom down here. Nice choice, might I add,” he winked at Katie who held onto Zoey’s arm as they peaked into Katie’s room which overlooked the vineyard. “I left the master bedroom upstairs for Zoey since it’s her birthday week. I also picked a room upstairs, so everything else is up for grabs.”

As they roamed throughout the house, everyone began picking rooms. Andy had picked a bedroom adjacent to Katie that had a walkout to the oversized Mediterranean terrace that housed an outdoor seating area with a firepit and a grapevine covered trellis with hanging outdoor chandeliers overtop of a long outdoor dining table, while Aurora and Nancy picked the last two bedrooms upstairs with Harry and Zoey, leaving their bags in their rooms before visiting the two large living rooms, the library, formal dining room, chef’s kitchen, and more. Finally, dinner was ready. Everyone helped take plates, utensils, and glassware out to the table on the back terrace while Harry carefully brought out the large serving plate filled with Chicken Tetrazzini and two bottles of wine tucked in his arms.

They each filled up their plates as Harry passed the wine around. “You’re legal to drink here,” Zoey grinned, filling up her sister’s glass.

“Oooh! You’re going to have so much fun while you’re here!” Andy cooed, smirking at Katie. “Don’t tell your mama on us!”

“Definitely not!” Katie assured her, taking her first sip of wine, and smiling.

Dinner was wonderful, and the view made it even better as the sun began to set. The villa sat up on a hill, overlooking miles and miles of beautiful land with an abundance of pine, fig, cherry, pear, and apple trees. The pool sat yards away with lounge chairs surrounding it. She couldn’t have dreamt up a more beautiful place if she tried.

After dinner, Harry made up a fire in the firepit and everyone sat around with their glass of wine, laughing and enjoying each other's company. One by one they began dropping like flies, heading inside to take a shower or get some rest until there were three left. Harry sat with his back against the view of the yard while Zoey sat opposite him, Katies’ head resting on her lap, sleeping, as her big sister braided and unbraided her hair.

Harry grinned adoringly, “You’re not what I expected.”

Zoey snorted, looking up from her sister, “What does that mean?”

He shifted in his seat, cocking his head to the side, her face illuminating in the reflection of the dancing flames, “Well, you’re a bartender. And for some reason, whenever I think of a bartender, I think of a badass, tattoo-covered, wild child, tough girl. And I don’t mean to stereotype, but you’re nothing like that. I mean, yeah you can handle yourself. But you’ve got no tattoos, you’re so sweet, and you’re almost like the mom of the group, always making sure everyone else is happy first.”

“I think most bartenders are like me, we just have to put on a tough act in front of customers so they take us seriously,” Zoey said before grinning, “And I do have tattoos.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “You do? Where?”

She winked, taking a sip of her wine, “Don’t worry about it.”

His mouth dropped, inadvertently scanning her, wondering where her tattoos could be hidden and what on earth they could even be. He hadn’t pegged her for the type to even have a tattoo, let alone in a suggestive spot.

He watched as Zoey raised her wine glass to her lips once more, taking the smallest sip. The way that the light illuminated her features gave her a romantic and sultry glow, hitting the highs of her cheekbone and accentuating the shadows and curves of her collarbone. He decided he’d had enough wine and would end it there for the night.

“We should get to bed before jetlag gets us,” Harry suggested.

Zoey nodded in agreement, lightly shaking her sister awake. Harry put out the fire and reminded Katie to send her parents a quick text as they sent her off to bed and the two began to climb the steps, his arm over her shoulders, turning off lights along the way, passing Nancy and Aurora’s room before reaching Harry’s next. They stopped for a moment as he backed up to his door, slowly dragging his arm off of her shoulders. Apart of him wanted to invite her in. He didn’t want the night to end, he wanted to stay up for a few more hours and talk. He still had so much he wanted to tell her. But the more he looked at her, the more he heard his friends taunting him in the back of his mind. ‘You love her’ ‘You’re blind’ ‘By the end of this trip you’ll realize it.’ They weren’t right. He couldn’t let them be right.

“Night,” he grinned, opening his door.

Zoey’s expression looked uncertain for a moment, hesitating which caused Harry to freeze, almost in a panic, before she blinked and smiled, looking up at him, “Night. See you in the morning.”

He watched as she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her, achingly wondering what she was thinking about.

Zoey leaned her back against the closed door, closing her eyes tightly and sighing before standing up straight and flipping her suitcase open, pulling out the contents and placing her clothes in the proper drawer or hanging them in the closet before putting her toiletries away in her en suite. Anything to distract herself from the absolute embarrassment she almost just made of herself. How much wine did she drink to think that it might be okay to kiss him?

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endless-vall · 4 years

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Old friends - Thomas x Isobel (MC) fanfic

Summary: Isobel and Thomas used to be childhood best friends, but lost touch after she moved at the age of fourteen. Now, moving back to Goldcliffe, Isobel wasn’t expecting to see Thomas again. But sometimes surprises turn to be the best things in your life.

Author’s note: I know the ‘childhood best friends’ trope is so cliche’, But I’ve never actually got the chance to write one. So here’s one ~

This is going to be a series (not exactly a story with chapters, but it is reccomended to read all parts for a better understanding of the story). This is the first one, hope you’ll enjoy it!

Isobel strolled through the department store isles, furrowing her eyebrows when she couldn’t find the school supplies she had to get for Zoey.

“Let’s see,” She scanned the shelves in front of her for something, anything to cross off her list.

Finally - a five section binder appeared before her eyes like the savior she needed. At least this trip to the store wasn’t a complete waste of time.

And she was in luck, it was the very last binder on that shelf.

With a victory smile Isobel strode off towards the shelf and rose to her tiptoes, grabbing the binder just as another hand grabbed at it from the other side.

“Hey, I was going to--” She starts to argue, turning towards the man who grabbed her binder a second before she could call it hers, but stopped in her tracks when she realized the figure standing in front of her looked familiar. Too familiar to be a coincidence.

In mere moments, her eyes scanned the charming man standing in front of her, his eyes having a familiar glint she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Wait--” Her eyes widened with realization. “Tom?!”

There he was, her childhood best friend, Thomas Mendez, standing in front of her.

He certainly was much more handsom than she remembered him, but he was still her adorable nerdy Tom.

“Izzy?!” Realization hit him too, and before they could completely process the situation, they both wrapped their arms around each other and colided into a tight hug.

After what felt like forever, not that Isobel was complaining, they finally broke apart.

She needed that hug, if she was being honest, and it seemed Thomas needed it too.

“I can’t believe it. It’s been what... Fifteen years?” Thomas asked, shaking his head and looking her over again, as if he was trying to check she was real.

“Almost sixteen, yeah,” She was barely able to believe it herself.

She knew that Thomas lived somewhere around this area, but she haven’t really given it thought with work, the move, and Zoey on her mind 24/7. She certainly wasn’t expecting to just run into him like that.

“Time sure flys.” Thomas nodded, trying to find the balance between once being best friends, and now barely knowing each other. They were now completely different people than they were when she last seen him - at the age of fourteen.

“It does. And still, it feels like just yesterday we were playing under that pine tree, or sneaking off to aunt Hilda’s house after hours, just to eat some freshly baked cookies and listen to her stories.” Isobel reminisced.

Thomas laughed warmly. “Oh god, you’re right. I haven’t had cookies that good in YEARS.” Now they were laughing together.

“Well, you can definitely keep the binder,” Thomas finally let go of it, and Isobel tossed it into her shopping bag.

“What are you doing here in Goldcliffe anyway?” Thomas asks her, as they started walking together with him showing her around all the good places for school supplies.

“I... Just moved here, actually.” She admits, suddenly catching herself blushing a little.

Why was she blushing at him?

It was just Thomas. they were friends since day one at the first grade.

“You moved back here?” Thomas didn’t hide the smile forming on his face.

“Yeah, my daughter, Zoey, got accepted to Bernhardt, and since it’s such a good school, I decided it was worth to move back. Although being back here does bring back all kinds of memories.” Isobel got lost in thought for a moment.

“Good memories, I hope?” Thomas peeked at her and caught her off guard. He was almost blushing himself, as if he was asking some unspoken question.

“Oh, definitely good, of course. But also some sad ones like having to move, and say goodbye to all my friends and start over someplace else.” Isobel explained.

When she was fourteen, her father got a job offer in a different town, far away from Goldcliffe, and the entire family moved. She haven’t really been to Goldcliffe since, but when she met Guy at College they hit it off by striking a conversation about Goldcliffe, and how they never met back there.

Thinking about it now, Isobel was glad she never ran into Guy while she lived at Goldcliffe, and that couldn’t ruin her memories of this place.

“Well, it looks like you did a wonderful job. You say you have a daughter, Zoey? Right? I bet she’s as brilliant as you are.” Thomas throws another thing from Isobel’s shopping list into her bag, and ticks some off his list as well.

“She’s much more briliant than I ever was. She’s honestly the best thing in my life.” Isobel beams whenever she talks about Zoey, and this time is no different.

“I noticed you have a school supply list too.” She motions to his own list, her tone asking...

“Her name is Luz. She’s the light of my life, as well. I guess we still have things in common, even after all this time.” Thomas answers, still smiling although his eyes tell a little different story, but Isobel isn’t sure if she should pry.

“So you moved here with your...” But here came the question, and Isobel wasn’t able to catch herself before she sighed.

For some reason it was too easy to be herself around Thomas, even if she haven’t seen him for more than a decade.

“Her father is out of the picture... It’s just me and her. Been that way for a while now... Four years, actually.” Isobel explains, her shoulders shrugging.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m a single father too, actually.” He puts a hand over her shoulder. Somehow comforting, even though she should probably be the one comforting him.

“But Soledad-” Isobel starts to protest. Guy was a horrible person, but Soledad seemed to be an incredible woman. Isobel was actually present at Thomas and Soledad’s wedding, although she never really got to talk to him past congratulating him.

“Passed away... Two years ago. Well, passed away is putting it mildly. Killed is more appropriate.” Thomas’s expression turns angry, angrier than Isobel had ever seen him.

“Killed??” Her mouth hangs open.

“It was a car accident on paper. Unofficially? Her brakes failed. Manufacturer defect.” He explains.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Thomas.” She reaches for him. Now it her turn to assure him.

A few moments pass, they’re standing in silence, as Thomas draws comfort from her.

“How’s Luz taking it?” Isobel dares to ask, finally, barely audibly.

“Honestly? Not great. With my job Solded was usually the alpha-parent. Now I’m struggling to find the right words and Luz acts out in school.

We’re holding it together, but it’s not easy. But I’m sorry to dump this all on you on your first day back.” Thomas shakes his head, and tries to plaster back his smile and change the subject.

“No... No, it’s okay. I can’t imagine how hard it is to lose a spouse. Although I definitely know a lot about struggling.” Isobel resume their walking, her hand still intertwined somehow with Thomas’s.

“Thank you...” Thomas nods, and suddenly it sounds as if he can breath more easily.

“It’s good to have you back, you know?” He tells her, as they finally find the last of their supplies, and head towards the counter.

“It’s good to have a friend here, too.” Isobel smiles at him warmly.

At least she won’t feel all alone in Goldcliffe, and putting on a brave face for Zoey won’t be as hard anymore.

After finally ringing up all their supplies, Isobel turns to look for Zoey in the fantasy books isle.

Thomas is still walking alongside her, excited to meet the little one.

“You know, since we’re both single parents now... We could definitely help each other,” Thomas suggests, as they approach the isle and Zoey comes into view.

“Oh, I’m counting on that. Besides catching up and helping me find ultra-fine pens you’re definitely going to help me with this Berthardt’s crowd and stuff,” Isobel orders, and Thomas chuckles lightly.

“I’m not sure if I can really help with that, I don’t exactly fit in either, but it would definitely be a life-saving experience to hang out with you during those boring parent-meetings.”

Isobel laughs. “We’ll just have to find something else you could help me with,” She winks at him.

“And you could teach me how to braid Luz’s hair, since I can’t do that for the life of me.” Thomas answers, as Zoey finally raises her eyes and notices her mom getting closer.

“Mom!” Zoey calls excitedly and runs over.

“Was this your plan from the beggining? Did you approach me just so I could teach you how to braid your daughter’s hair?” Isobel was teasing Thomas now, raising an eyebrow coyly at him while Zoey zoomed in.

“Mayyyyyyybe” He teases back, and she punches his shoulder lightly. He laughs in return, and then they both turn to Zoey - who’s looking between them questioningly.

“Did you make a new friend?” Zoey finally asks, turning to her mother with sparks in her eyes.

It was obvious to anyone who looked at them from the side to see that that kid adored her mother just as Isobel adored her.

“It’s an old friend, actually. Zoey - I want you to meet Thomas Mendez. He was my best friend, actually, back when I lived here.” Isobel introduces them.

“Hi Zoey.” Thomas offers his hand.

Zoey shakes his hand lightly before taking a step closer to her mom. “Hi Thomas.” She says politely.

God, he wished Luz would be so polite when meeting new people. Luz would’ve offered Isobel to sword-fight her by now, or something along those lines.

“How do you like Goldcliffe so far?” He asks Zoey.

Zoey’s eyes sparkle before she starts blabbering. “Well, I have’t seen much of it, yet, but it’s huge! And my mom used to live here so it has to be awesome. Also, my new room rocks! I can’t wait to find cool things to decorate it with. Ooooh, and also-”

Isobel sends a questioning look at Thomas, but instead of looking bored or regretting he asked - Thomas listens contently and carefully. He nods and smiles along to Zoey’s story and Isobel heart warms.

She was happy to reconnect with Thomas, but she was even more happy that him and her daughter were getting along.

She had a feelings this move was going to be good for them. For all of them.

#playchoices #mother of the year #moty #thomas mendez x mc #thomas mendez #zoey day #isobel day #luz mendez #fanfic #my writing

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itgetsbetter-ff · 5 years

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Chapter 1 ~ Wake Up Call

**6 MONTHS EARLIER**

Andrea Dominique

“MA!!!!!! CAN YOU COME GET THE TWINS PLEASE!!!!!” I screamed while I was in the bathroom,

My little brothers were bothering me while I was in the bathroom, they were 8, and absolutely annoying.

I heard my mom come into my room, and yell at the boys, “Micah and Major! Why are you bothering your sister!”

They both mumbled, but I didn’t really pay attention. “Go find your father somewhere! and get away from your sister’s bathroom.” She scolded

“Yes ma’am.” and they ran away.

I let go a sign of relief, until I heard a knock at the door, “Nique, hurry up with whatever you’re doing, we have to drop you off at to see your mother, and then we have family dinner tonight.”

I opened the door, and stood my mom in front of me. Technically, my step-mother but as far as I’m concerned she is my real mother. Giselle Cartier.

By the look on my face, she knew I wasn’t too keen on the idea of my plans for the rest of the day.

“Look, Daddy and I don’t want to take you to see her, but until you’re 18, that’s the deal, twice a month.” She smiled, empathetically

“I know, but family dinner, like the whole family?” I grimaced

She laughed, “Yes, the whole family. Now get dressed sweetie.” She kissed my head and left.

I sighed sitting on my bed, now if it was just my family, I would be fine. But everyone? That’s not something I look forward too.

Now, we have my family:

My daddy is Dominic, My Mom is Giselle, My older brother is Dominic Zacharie Mason, My little sister is Adrianna Madison, My twin little brothers are Dylan Zane Micah and Dorian Zacharyah Major.

My Aunt Elizabethe, my mom’s sister, and her daughter Zoey Kaliea.

My Aunt Olivia and Uncle Jeremiah and Their kids, Marie, Maurice, and Aiden

My Uncle X and his ex wife my aunt Kamryn, with their kids, Kamani, Kamari and Xavier III

My uncle Rakim and his wife my aunt Rosie and their son AJ

My aunt Lei

and last but not the greatest, the most two horrible people in my family, my own older sister Angelique Marie and my aunt Liv’s daughter Sage Elise.

You’d think, I would get along with my own sister, but I haven’t and I never have.

“NIQUE!! IT’S TIME TO GO!!!!” My daddy yelled.

“COMING!”

You’d think visiting my birth mother in jail would be the worst part of my day, but it truly wasn’t.

My real mom is Alexxandra Kaitlyn Rossi. My full name is Andrea Dominique Rossi Cartier. and I prefer to just be called Dominique Cartier.

The reason she’s in jail, is because she shot and almost killed my father, aunt and brother, while killing a judge, and 2 officers. She got pregnant with me to get my dad away from my step mother. But we see how that all worked out.

My real mom hates my step mom and vice versa. Whereas, I adore my stepmom, And sometimes, my real mom prefers Angelique over me. and I cant stand my sister. So as you see we don’t have the best relationship.

Sitting in the car, Maddie whispered to me, “Nique, you okay?”

I nodded my head, “Are you worried about Angel?” She asked again

I shrugged, “ I would just rather she not speak to me, but you know how that goes.”

Maddie just nodded, “Well let’s hope she’s not on 1000 tonight.”

“Let’s hope.”

Sitting at the table, everyone was talking and laughing, enjoying everyone’s company. I was sitting by Zoey, or as I call her Lea, we are the same age, 16, and our birthdays are a few months apart, with her being older. She’s literally my best friend.

We were talking about school and the latest party coming up, when Angel and Sage walked in, as late as always.

Angel went around the table giving hugs and hello to everyone at the table except me. Sage did the exact same thing, only she said hi to me. And just by my luck, the only two chairs available were across from Lea and I.

“Angelique.” My father scolded.

“Yes daddy?” She said batting her eyelashes at our father.

“Angelique Marie, stop. Say hello to your sister.” He said

“I did Daddy, I said hello to Maddie.”

Lea whispered under her breath, “Here we go again.”

That’s when Aunt Lizzie gave her a look, and she instantly shut up.

“It’s fine Daddy, she doesn’t have to speak to me. I’m okay.” I said, trying to smile, but it was totally fake

“Angelique.” My mother said sternly, Angel knew not to play with Mommy.

Sighing, she turned towards me and grimaced. “Half-breed, how you doing?”

“I’m great bitch, how are you?” I replied back while looking at the menu

Before she could even say anything back, my mother slapped the table and scared the both of us.

“Andrea, how are you?” She asked again, she knew that name makes my skin crawl

“I’m fine Angelique, how are you? By the way, Katie says hi.” I smirked.

The way she looked at me, I knew I was going to pay for that, but she knows the name Andrea pisses me off, just like the mentioning of my birth mother pissing her off.

Everyone around us, was still talking, but Angel and I just death glared at each other.

God, can tonight just be over with?

Marie

After dinner, we all went over uncle Dominic’s and Auntie Gi’s house. I always loved their house and being around them. I was the only girl cousin my age, Mason, Maurice and Aiden were my age, but they all had each other. It wasn’t the same as Sage and Angel or Kaliea and Dominique. Hell, I had Mani and Mari, but they stayed secluded to themselves most times.

“Marie, what are you doing?” Aunt Lei asked

“Nothing, just chilling, how about you?” I asked

“Nothing,”

“Aunt Lei, can I ask you a question?” I quizzed

“Sure, Honey.”

“Do you think that Sage will ever be that mean to me, like Angel is to Nique? You and Mommy have different dad’s and y’all were best friends.”

“Honey, I can’t speak for Sage, she’s your big sister.”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t hang out with me, like she use to. She’s 25, I’m only 20, She hangs out with Angel, more than she does with me.”

“Well, for a long time, it was just Sage and Angel, then came everyone else, they’ve been Best Friends since diapers. But if it’s bothering you that much you should talk to her about it. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am” I sighed,

That didn’t really help but okay.

“What’s the matter?” I heard Reese say,

“Nothing,” I spoke quickly

I knew that if Maurice knew I was upset, he would tell Aiden and they would confront Sage and tell my parents. I don’t need that right now.

I’m the oldest of both Maurice and Aiden and they act like I’m the most fragile thing in the world. Okay, am I the most sensitive, yes, but I don’t always need protection from my little brothers. or my cousins. or my parents.

“What’s wrong Ree.” Aiden asked

I looked at the both of them, you would think they were twins instead of me and Maurice, I rolled my eyes.

“Nothing. Why aren’t y’all with Mason, somewhere not bothering me.”

“Mason is arguing with his bitch, again” They both said, looking annoyed as hell.

Shit, I was annoyed, and I’m the sensitive one. Courtney is one annoying bitch. Literally no one likes her in the family. I’ve heard my auntie Gigi tell Mason, that if he ever got her pregnant with her grandchild, she would kill Mason and tell God he died. This girl literally rubs everyone the wrong way. and the fact that Courtney isn’t her real name cracks me up.

“You know if Aunt Gigi finds out that Treasure La’Quasia is here, she will have a fit.” I giggled.

“Bro, Don’t let Angel, Maddie or Nique hear you say that name, cause you know all three of them will go off together.” Aiden laughed

I shook my head, “I guess”

Mason

“Courtney, I’m going to tell you one more time, stop hitting me bruh.” I was seriously getting annoyed with her, I took her hands and slightly shoved her away from me.

She knows today is family day, and she wanna start this shit TODAY! While my whole ass family is in my house, like my mom, sisters and cousins won’t beat her ass.

“NO FUCK YOU MASON!” She yelled pushing my head yet again

“Who the fuck this bitch in your phone!” She yelled at me

“Bruh, you act like you’re my girlfriend …….. you bugging my nigga.” I sighed.

She’s yelling at me, for no reason. Courtney acts like she’s my girlfriend, when she’s not. I don’t take her out on dates, I just call her when I want them cheeks. The fact that she met my entire family was strictly by mistake. My maw maw saw her ONE TIME, and then let her stay for the whole day. When I tell you I was salty as fuck. I was salty as fuck. Now she always want to come over and start shit with me, I don’t even have a girlfriend.

“Who is she Dominic Zacharie.” She said smartly

“I don’t know Treasure. Since we using first names” I spat back

“MY NAME ISN’T TREASURE!” She screamed.

“Can you please shut the fuck up. My WHOLE Family is in the house! You know if my Ma or sister catch you out here, that’s your ass.”

I saw the fear come across her face, and she quickly removed it for a strong exterior.

“No one scared of your fucking sisters.” She spat

I chuckled, She know damn well she scared of Angel and Dominique, she slightly scared of Maddie too. Listen, I understand being scared of Angel, she scares me majority of the time. I also understand Dominique. Angel fought Domi so much that she taught her how to fight. But being afraid of my 12 year old sister Maddie, that’s what cracks me up.

“Oooooooooh, you know you not supposed to be here.” Major said

“They bout to whoop your ass,” Micah said

Before I could even say anything to stop the terrible two, they both screamed.

“ANGEL, TREASURE OUTSIDE WITH MASON!”

Aw, hell here we go.

Angelique

I was on the balcony in my old room, on FaceTime with my nigga. I missed him, but him traveling all the time kinda put a damper on our relationship. You know him being famous and all.

I was all in my own world, when my daddy came to talk to me. So, I had to get off the phone with bae. The way he looked at me, I knew this was about Andrea.

“Daddy, please, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“I don’t give a damn. You need to be nice to your sister, Your mother and i didn’t raise you like that Marie.”

I knew he was serious when he called me Marie,

“But Da-“

“But nothing. She’s your little sister. Just like Maddie. Just like Mason, Major and Micah are your little brothers.”

“The only difference between Maddie, Mason, Major and Micah, and I versus Andrea. We have a mother that is Sane. Her mother is the reason why you have to walk with a cane some days or why Mason’s right arm gets in excruciating pain when the weather changes or when Aunt Liv gets Migraines to the point she can’t even see.”

“But you cant blame Dominique, for her mother’s actions.”

“Daddy, I saw you get shot, and I saw Mommy crying over you. I tried to run to catch you before you fell. I saw you in a coma, I saw you fall every time you tried to walk. Because Andrea was born, mommy took us and left for 2 months. I can never forgive that.”

My daddy sighed, “Could you at least try to call her Dominique. You know she hates Andrea.”

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t know why she’s named after you in the first place. We all have M’s for Middle names, or A’s and D’s/Z’s for first names. Angelique Marie, Dominic Zacharie Mason, Dylan Zane Micah, Dorian Zacharyah Major, and Adrianna Madison. She’s an Odd ball out.”

“I didn’t name her, her mother did. and she’s not named after me, she’s named after DJ.” He said softly

“And What was his name Dominique Maurice Cartier II, Who, I BELIEVE, is named after you, so point invalid, daddy.” I giggled. “You know I got his name tatted on my wrist.” I smiled brushing the ink.

That’s the only thing Mason, Andrea and I have in common. The same matching tattoo of our brother’s name in honor of his memory.

“I know, and that put you in a great mood with her for awhile, and a terrible one with your mother.” He chuckled

“Can you at least please try for me Princess?” He quizzed

“I can try, but I cant make any promises”

“Thank you.” He said kissing my forehead, then he got up and left.

No, I have never like Andrea, Not since we were little. I didn’t play with her, I didn’t claim her as my sister, nothing. It might seem childish, but I didn’t view her as my sister. She came from a monster. A demon and I don’t fuck with half-breeded, demons or even real demons.

I left the balcony, as it was getting too cold, and I looked around my room as I went to go pee in the bathroom that connected to my room. Teenage me had some good ass taste. I had to fight mommy so she wouldn’t change my room into Maddie’s or even Andrea’s. but I’m glad that it’s still a place, where I can come and relax with my family.

After i finished using the bathroom, and I washed my hands, I went to dry them and I saw a pregnancy test in the trash.

I picked it up with toilet paper, and it read positive.

Before I could even think about what do next, I heard Major and Micah

“ANGEL, TREASURE OUTSIDE WITH MASON!”

I wrapped the test up and hid it in my purse, grabbed my hair tie off the dresser and zoomed downstairs because I know I’m about to hit this bitch.

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By time I hit the front door and walked on the front porch, my mother and aunt was standing out there. They knew if I got too close, I was going to knock her the fuck out.

I spoke calmly, “Treasure, why are you here? I told you what would happen the next time I saw you didn’t I?”

“Bitch, shut the fuck up.” She spat

I nodded my head laughing while tying up my hair, “See, there we go with that bitch word again. I told you about that last time, didn’t I?”

“Angelique, she isn’t worth it.” My Aunt Liv said

But that went in one ear and out the other. I was ready to dead this hoe. Why my brother decided to fuck her? I don’t know but, she was too disrespectful for my taste. I saw Andrea and Maddie sneaking up on the sides of her, while everyone was paying attention to me not getting to her. Big mistake

“Bitch, you’re not going to hit me, you can’t even get to me!” She yelled again

I nodded my head, while she was talking all that trash. Cause I knew that Andrea or Maddie was gonna knock her the hell out. They know how to fight because of me.

“But I can” Andrea said, and snuck the bitch and she was on the ground.

Everyone turned around, and that’s when I ran and beat that bitch ass.

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After the fight was over, and everyone calmed down and left, I helped my mom clean up everything and settled the house. By time we finished it was about 2 in the morning, there was no way in hell I’m driving all the way to Sage’s and I’s apartment.

“Mommy, is it okay I stay the night? I’m tired.”

“That’s fine I don’t care. Behave yourself Angelique.”

I sighed knowing what she meant, “I’m just going to bed. I promise.”

She nodded her head, and we turned off all the lights and turned on the alarm, and went upstairs

“Night Honey.” She yawned as she walked into her room

“Night mommy.”

I walked into my room, and just collapsed on my head. I took off my shoes, socks and pants. Reached in my night stand and pulled out my extra bonnet and charger, tied up my hair and plugged up my phone, and snuggled up in my King sized bed.

I was damn-near sleep, when I heard commotion in the bathroom. Hearing her say “Where is it? Where is it?” I rolled my eyes,

“I promised mommy, I would behave myself. I don’t know why they joined our rooms together by a bathroom.” I mumbled to myself

I got up and opened the door to the bathroom, and Andrea jumped

“You scared me!” She said

I rubbed my eyes, “Why are you on the floor, making a shit ton of noise.”

“No reason, I’m fine Angelique. Go back to bed please” She sniffled

I took a closer look at her, “Why are you crying? and why are you digging through the fucking garbage.”

“No reason,”

I shook my head, and went to close my door, when I remembered my purse. I went over to it, and got the pregnancy test out of it, going back to the door.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” I say to her, handing it to her

While she was kneeling on the ground, she took the test out of my hand cautiously, closed her eyes, took a breathe and then looked at the test. She instantly started crying.

“Andrea-“

“PLEASE STOP CALLING ME THAT!” She screamed

“I’m just trying to help!” I yelled back

“Help how Angelique! What are you going to do, tell Mommy and Daddy. Make you look like you’re the ‘Angel’ that everyone thinks you are! Exile me even more because Giselle isn’t my real mom and Katie is!!! I’m pregnant! Are you going to call me names because you know I cant do anything about it!!!”

“An-Dominique, no, I wasn’t, You’re 16 years old” I said

“I know how fucking old I am Angelique.” She snapped.

“Fine then, I’m going back to bed. Good Luck with that shit.” I said turning around, going back into my room.

She started crying harder than before and wrapped her arms around herself, “Gigi… please. I’m scared.” she whispered

I stopped in my tracks, she hasn’t called me that since we were little, I forbade her from doing so.

I knew she was desperate and serious when she said it to me.

“I’m 16, pregnant, Daddy and mommy are going to kill me. I don’t know what to do.”

I turned around and came back into the bathroom, I sat on the floor and decided to hug her, and she backed up at first.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to give you a hug.” I rolled my eyes

I tried again, and she instantly hugged me back and started bawling on my shoulder.

I just continued to hug her and rub her back until she cried herself to sleep.

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Homeward Bound part 3

After long last I finally got this continuation of my saga where my courier six, Travis Blackfox, travels to Arizona with his partner, Riley White, to try and find his parents. The emotional part of this story was a bit difficult to write as I really couldn’t relate or put into proper words, but hopefully I did well on it. Story posted under the Read More thing as always since it’s long.

Hope y’all enjoy it and if you need to start from the beginning....

part one part two Enjoy!

@zoey-and-dakota sorry I kept you waiting for so long! Hope you like it!

The walk towards the house had Travis feel as if he were in a surreal dream where everything moved painfully slow. He did his best to keep the flood of emotions at bay by concentrating on the crunching of gravel beneath his black boots. With each step he took the crunching seemed to get louder until it was an almost deafening roar in his ears. However, it still wasn’t loud enough to block out his fears and concerns.

What if they don’t care I’m back? What if they don’t approve of my relationship with Riley? What am I even going to say to them? Howdy, nice to see y’all again! Sorry if I don’t remember who the fuck you are let alone your names. What if...he flinched and forced that thought and any others out of his head. He remembered what Riley said earlier about the ‘what if’ stuff and it was a very valid point. There was no use in worrying about things that might not even be an issue.

As they continued forward, Riley felt a discomforting pressure on his hand as Travis suddenly squeezed it tightly. Giving his partner a sideways glance, Riley asked if he was alright. The question went unanswered for a few long seconds before Travis numbly nodded. The courier then vaguely heard Riley ask if he wanted to stop a moment, but Travis shook his head while still keeping his gaze fixated on the ground. “Can’t stop...gotta face this and get it over with...been buggin’ me way too long,” Travis admitted uneasily as the butterflies in his stomach seemed to intensify.

Sooner than expected, the pace abruptly slowed and Travis felt Riley’s hand release his. This simple action caused a shudder to surge down his spine and pace to falter almost causing him to stumble. Lifting his head, Travis turned to stare at his partner, eyes wide.

“It’s ok. I’m right here,” Riley said as soothingly as he could, noticing the slight panic in Travis’ eyes. Riley truly didn’t want to disconnect from him, but this was something Travis needed to face on his own. There was also the fact that the Blackfoxes might not know about Travis being a confirmed bachelor. The last thing Riley wanted to do was cause more tension on top of this already emotionally charged encounter.

An anxious knot now formed in Travis’ stomach. It felt as if a great weight was pressing down on his shoulders and his lungs were filling with cotton. A bead of sweat rolled down from under his hat, along his cheek and jaw until it got to his goatee where it seemingly vanished from the world. Travis absently rubbed his whiskered chin and swallowed hard to try and keep his nerves in check. However, the longing for the whiskey bottle he knew was resting on the floor of his car teased his thoughts and he licked his parched lips.

It wasn’t long before Travis noticed Riley stopped walking and was standing a few feet behind him. Travis instantly knew that his long journey had finally come to an end. With that realization, Travis halted and began kicking at the gravel with the pointed toe of his boot all while keeping his gaze to the ground. This is it, he thought while taking a calming breath and hooking the thumb of his right hand in the belt loop of his jeans.

Mustering up his courage,Travis tilted his head to the side and slowly looked up from under the brim of his hat. He squinted in the sunlight at the cowboy and his wife standing in the shade of the porch. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, maybe a flood of remembrance or some sort of recognition, as he stared up at them. However, none of that happened and he felt awkward looking at the eager faces of two strangers. Not knowing what he should say or do, he forced a nervous grin and drawled a soft, “H-howdy.”

The world seemed to have come to a standstill where not even the wind dared to blow. Rex picked up on the nervous energy in the air and he sat down near Travis’ feet, whining and feebly wagging his tail. Travis glanced at him for a moment, but quickly lifted his eyes back up hearing a soft gasp come from the direction of the porch. The sound came from the woman who was standing next to the stoic black-clad cowboy.

The blonde woman pulled from her husband’s embrace, her hands moving up to cover her mouth, daring not to believe her boy was alive. Taking a tentative step forward and down the stairs, Tracy continued to stare in disbelief at the lanky courier standing a mere five feet away from her. Although it’s been close to ten years since Travis has gone missing, not much about him has changed looks wise. His body might have filled out slightly now that he wasn’t trekking through the desert on deliveries. His hair might be shorter and his skin a little tanner, but he still looked exactly the same. Riley observed those subtle differences when he saw the photo on Travis’ courier ID so most certainly Tracy did too. Regardless of changes, no matter how subtle or strong, a mother will always know her child. Travis could be shaved bald and painted blue, but his mother would still know him.

“Travis?” she asked nervously, a soft waver to her voice. “Travis, is it...is it really you and this ain’t some cruel dream?”

Taking a deep breath, Travis gave a short nod. “A’yup,” he softly replied as he forced himself to give her a crooked grin.

A long moment of silence followed and Tracy stared at her son daring not to blink in case he’d vanish from her life once again. Long minutes passed until her mind finally accepted this was no dream. She tentatively reached out as if to touch his cheek, but instead gave a joyful cry and Travis found himself in a bone-crunching embrace. “Travis! My Travis! It’s really you! You’re alive!” she exclaimed, sobbing against his chest while clutching his red shirt tightly to keep him near. She lost him once, she wasn’t about to lose him again.

Travis was froze in place completely unsure on what he should do or even what he should feel. On one hand he was glad he finally found his parents and it was obvious they were happy he was alive. However, they were completely unknown to him and this encounter had him feeling out of place and lost. He glanced over to Riley who was biting anxiously at his thumbnail. Travis mouthed “What do I do?” to him when he suddenly felt a firm hand clamp hard on his shoulders. He then found himself being yanked from the woman’s arms and into the strong grip of the cowboy who was previously at her side on the porch.

“My boy!” Dante exclaimed as he released Travis’ shoulders and pulled him into yet another bone-crunching hug. Fortunately it only lasted a few seconds and Travis again found himself clutched tightly by the shoulders and held out at arm’s length. “Let me get a good gander at’cha, son!” However, the joy in Dante’s eyes quickly extinguished as he stared at the blank, no emotional attachment look Travis was giving him. “Ya really ain’t got a clue who’n the hell we are, do ya?” the black-clad cowboy asked in disappointment.

Travis felt dread fill his entire being as he knew this was going to happen. He saw the couple’s happy smiles vanish and were instantly replaced by those of heartbreak and concern. “N-no, sir,” he muttered sadly while instinctively pulling away and gravitating towards Riley seeking out the comfort he knew he’d find there. “It...it’s awfully nice to finally meet y’all, though.” Travis flinched and inwardly groaned at how stupid that sounded.

Stepping forward and gently touching Travis’ face, Tracy looked up into his crystal blue eyes and frowned while the tears continued to trail down her cheeks. The empty look he gave as if she were a complete stranger stabbed her right through the heart. “It’s all true what your friend said, ain’t it? You done lost all your memories ‘cause you got shot and...and...k-killed?” she choked on the last word and bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling.

Travis nodded slowly and kicked at the dirt with the point of his boot. “Yes’m...ain’t lost everything though, but...enough. It’s a big story to tell and I can only go by what I was told and all. Y’all ain’t gonna like most of what you hear, but I reckon with me being alive y’all know it at least ended good,” he chuckled weakly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh,Travis! Who could have done such a thing to you? Why? Why would anyone shoot you?” Tracy sobbed as she fought the urge to gather him up in her arms and cry against his chest.

“Who’s the son-of-a-bitch? I’ll kill’em with my bare hands!” Dante interjected as his arms bent at the elbows close to his side with fingers wide-spread in a stereotypical gunslinger stance.

Smirking, Travis glanced over at his father. “Ain’t gotta. I done killed the man myself,” he casually stated. “Took some searching, but I took care of him.”

Dante’s scowl suddenly changed into a matching smirk and he stared proudly at his son. “Didja now? That’s my boy!” he exclaimed while giving Travis a congratulatory thump on the back.

The somber mood temporarily broken, Tracy took a deep breath to calm herself. Mustering up a smile she began to wipe away her tears. “Listen, y’all drove a long ways to get here and I’m sure y’all are probably hungry and thirsty. How’s about we head inside and I’ll get us all something cool to drink? I can show you around some or you can share your story whenever you’re ready. Does that sound good?”

Dante nodded in agreement to his wife’s proposal and he stepped forward to embrace her and steal a quick kiss. “First I’m gonna go inform the staff I won’t be finishing up the day’s chores. This is a little more important than shoveling shit.” Giving his wife another kiss, Dante turned towards his son while shaking his head in amazement. “Wonderful to have ya back, Travis.” Touching his fingers to the brim of his hat, he gave a nod to Riley and strode towards the house and vanished inside.

“Come on in, fellas,” Tracy grinned as she eagerly climbed the stairs, following after her husband. “Just make yourselves at home and I'll rustle up some drinks.”

When the screen door banged shut leaving him alone with his partner, Travis let out the breath he’s been holding for too long. He removed his hat and rubbed his face with his free hand. “Fuck.”

Riley arched an eyebrow and stepped closer to him. “How you holding up?” he asked while placing his hand on Travis’ shoulder and giving a tender squeeze. “Is everything ok?”

Travis nodded and wiped the sweat off his brow with his shirt sleeve. “A’yup. Overwhelmed I reckon. I mean, it’s exciting and scary and confusing all at the same time. Part of me wants to look around and see if anything triggers a memory, another part wants them to tell me all about my past, and another part wants to go with you back to town and get drunk. I really don’t know what direction to think.”

“Take your time. It’s a lot to take in. I can’t even pretend to know how you must be feeling now. The hardest part is over I think. Your parents are completely overjoyed that you’re alive and back in their lives. Hopefully the rest of this visit will go easier.”

“Maybe,” Travis shrugged while reaching for Riley’s hand, but hesitated and decided against it. Placing his hat back on his head, Travis made his way towards the porch with Rex close at his heels. “Stay out here, bud,” he directed at the dog while giving him an affectionate scratch on the ears. “Don’t know how they’d feel having a critter in the house. Go explore and maybe find yourself some new friends. We’ll catch up later.”

The dog looked up at him and gave a sad whine. He turned towards Riley almost as if looking for approval from the redhead instead, but was ignored as the man was staring intently at his mate. Making a soft huff, the cyberdog gave Travis’ hand a lick before bounding off back towards the car while stopping to sniff things along the way.

“Here goes nothing,” Travis muttered while slowly climbing the stairs. When Travis’ feet touched the worn wood of the porch, he locked his knees. His stomach clenched in excitement, but still he hesitated, unsure on what he should do or if he was even able to go forward with this.

Placing a gentle hand on Travis’ back, Riley felt him stiffen then relax at his touch. “I'm right here, babe. Are you ready?”

Wordlessly, Travis nodded and pushed open the screen door. He flinched at the metallic squeak it made and took his first step into the house. At first he stood in the doorway, his crystal blue eyes scanning the room briefly before taking a few more steps inside. Once his eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings, he began to slowly wander around the living room. To the left was the dining room and kitchen and to his right was a hallway no doubt leading to the bedrooms and bathroom.

Keeping his focus on the living room, Travis was impressed at how neat and organized everything was. He marveled at the decor which was mostly typical of the times and place. Many wood carvings and handmade crafts adorned the walls, end tables and shelves. As fascinating everything was and piquing his curiosity, he found himself gravitating towards the fireplace. Hanging over the mantle were large horns of some kind, their tips looked very sharp and Travis furrowed his brow wondering what kind of animal they could even be from. Under the horns was a bracket holding a worn shotgun that has seen better days. A small wood and brass clock was centered on the mantle and it was surrounded by a various assortment of pictures in frames. As he looked them over, Travis’ heart seemed to have stopped as most of the pictures featured him either alone or with his parents.

Frowning deeply, Travis looked closely at the photos before choosing one of interest. He stared hard at it, his mind working frantically trying to find some shard of remembrance. The scene was of he and his parents standing outside of the Mojave Express building. All had happy smiles and Travis looked excited to be there. “This is way too weird,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off the picture when Riley stepped to his side. “I mean...that’s me! This one is probably my first day as a courier or something, but I ain’t got any recollection about it at all.”

As he continued to scan the framed photographs, he stopped at another. This time it was him on top of a bucking bighorner. Travis couldn’t help the confused chuckled that came from his throat. “Ok, this is too surreal now. This I do remember. Did this during the run at the Big Circle.��

Riley smiled hopefully with Travis recognizing something, but then realized it was yet again another memory outside of his home and family. “I recall you mentioning this story. It’s amazing there’s a photo to go along with it. Are there any other pictures here you might remember?”

Travis shook his head at the rest which were random scenes during his childhood or with his parents. “Naw...not these anyways. Looks like I had a good growing up at least. Woulda been nice to still have these memories around.” Frowning, he placed the bighorner picture back on the shelf. Picking up another frame, Travis gave a nod to it. “I mean lookit this,” he said sadly while showing it to Riley. “Here I am playing a guitar with a bunch of other folks, including my father. Looks like some kind of fun party with everyone enjoying the music, but I ain’t got one damn clue what it all is about let alone who these people are.”

There was frustration growing in Travis’ voice now and Riley knew he was getting overwhelmed trying to process everything. Riley noticed Travis’ hand shaking slightly and he took the frame from him and set it back on the mantle. “Don’t stress yourself, Travis. Try and relax. Come on, let’s take a seat.”

Giving a soft grunt in agreement, Travis sat down heavily on the couch and began to absently scratch his fingernail over the faded flower print pattern. Riley took a seat next to him and gave Travis’ knee a squeeze. “Pretty nice house, don’t you think?” he asked in hopes to get Travis to focus on something else other than lost memories and photographs. “I can’t wait to see the outside and what kind of animals and crops your folks are raising. What about you?”

Numbly nodding, Travis pushed his hat off his brow and sighed. “Yeah. Could be nice. Little stuffy in here, though, but ain’t nothing I can’t get used to,” he chuckled weakly realizing how spoiled he became from living in the air conditioned coolness of the Lucky 38. “At least they got ceiling fans.”

“Here we go, dears!” Mrs. Blackfox suddenly announced while entering the room bringing two bottles of water and plates with some kind of pie on them. “Hope y’all like mutfruit pie. Made it up yesterday. Thought to do something a little different than the typical apple.”

“Much obliged, ma’am,” Travis quietly replied while taking a plate and bottle from his mother.

She smiled faintly at his politeness and handed the remaining items to Riley. “Travis, your father is on his way back and thankfully alone. I was scared he’d be tailed by Tim and Brad, our ranch hands. They have worked for us ever since you were a little boy and saw you grow up and truly mourned your loss so many years ago.” Tracy sighed wistfully and took a seat on a blue fabric chair next to the fireplace. “I do know they’re going to be champing at the bit to come and see you, so just a fair warning on what’s probably going to come later on.”

Travis grimaced and took a deep swallow of his water. Great, more people I won’t know that know me, he thought glumly while he began to absently flick his fingers against the glass bottle.

His mother mustered up a smile and gave a nod towards him. “I see that you still flick at bottles when you’re really pondering something. Don’t be nervous, Travis. I’m quite sure your father told them to stay away until you’re ready to see them.”

Arching an eyebrow, Travis suddenly grew self-conscious and stopped flicking the bottle. He felt even more awkward now and wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to these people knowing things about him when he had no clue about them himself.

The abrupt bang of the back door sounded through the house indicating Dante had returned. “Dang, those idjits were too excited hearing the news,” Dante called out from the kitchen to anyone listening. “Told ‘em to relax and do their work. Told ‘em maybe we’ll see ‘em after dinner.” The lanky cowboy strode into the room clutching a beer and dragging a wooden chair behind him from the dining area. Placing the chair next to his wife, he took a seat, twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long guzzle practically emptying it in one go. “I miss anything?” he asked, his pale eyes going from his wife to his son then back to his wife again.

“No,” Tracy responded. “To be honest, I’m really not sure where to start. Isn’t that silly? I mean, almost ten years thinking my only son was dead and gone and here he is back home and in my company and I have no clue on what to say.”

Travis frowned deeply and swirled the contents of his bottle before downing the remainder of his water. “How do you think I feel?” he muttered while stuffing a forkful of pie in his mouth. “Ah hell, sorry, that sounded rude. I...it’s just all of this is so dang confusing for me.”

“I understand. I got my own bit of confusion myself,” Tracy replied as her husband took her hand and entwined their fingers together. She felt tears welling up in her eyes once again, but did her best to hold them back. “I have lots of questions, way more than you can probably handle right now. Still, you’re in charge of the pacing, Travis. Take your time. Tell what you want and what you’re comfortable with. The important thing is you took the first big step and are sitting here with us now.”

“Dang, she sounds like you,” Travis nervously snickered to Riley making his partner blink behind his glasses and blush. Removing his hat, Travis ran his fingers through his hair before placing the hat on his lap. “Reckon I might as well start at the beginning on what I can remember before I got shot and what I was told about it afterwards. After that things get a little crazy and unbelievable at times, but like I said earlier, y'all know it ended good.”

Taking a deep, calming breath, Travis began telling his somber tale. He started with what he was able to remember on his arrival in Nevada for the all important delivery to New Vegas. He recalled making camp for the night and that someone approached him asking if he had any caps to spare. “Right as I gave him the caps I got whacked from behind and everything went black. Was told later by my savior that I was found in a cemetery where I had been shot in the head and left for dead in a shallow grave.”

Hearing those horrid details caused Mrs. Blackfox to loudly gasp, cover her mouth with her hands and begin crying again. Dante frowned and gathered her up in his arms. “Shush, love, it's ok,” he said soothingly while stroking her hair. “Travis said it himself, at least you know the ending is good.” His wife nodded against him, but still kept her face buried against his shoulder and sobbed.

Travis squirmed uncomfortably seeing his mother cry and he wished to be anyplace else but here. He twitched his moustache and gave a side glance to Riley who gave him an empathetic smile. Clearing his throat, Travis adjusted his position on the couch and waited patiently for his mother to calm down.

Realizing she was carrying on and that Travis had stopped his tale, Tracy pulled from her husband and nervously laughed. “S-sorry about that. It’s just...wow. I know the wasteland is a harsh place, but I never would have thought someone could be so horrible to someone like that. You were being kind to boot! What was all the fuss about? Why would they even do such a horrible thing?”

“Had no answer right then,” Travis responded with a shrug. “When I came to, a fella named Doc Mitchell was at my side and explained what happened to me. He was amazed I finally woke up and all. He then did some random questions to see how my brain was doing and stuff. I had to relearn a few things as time went on like buttoning my shirt and how to shoot a gun, but the doc told me I made a complete recovery. He was a bit unhappy I couldn’t remember my family or where I came from, but said if I was lucky, maybe it’ll come back in due time. Once I recovered enough to his approval, the doc gave me some supplies and things for my trip to New Vegas. I was accompanied by the robot that dug me out of the grave and got me to Goodsprings. Honestly, I would have preferred to stay in that little town and see if any memories come back, but for some reason I felt I had to meet the person that hired me and get some answers first. Also figured he might be able to help me find the ass who shot me so I could return the favor of a bullet to the noggin.”

By now, Travis’ throat was starting to get parched and he began to long for a beer or, better yet, that whiskey he knew was waiting for him on the floor of his car. Almost as if reading his mind, Tracy held up her hand and suggested, “Now might be a good time to pause your story, Travis. I think we all could use a drink.”

Travis breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his back against the couch cushions. He was quickly becoming mentally drained and wanted to disappear somewhere with Riley and melt into his embrace. There was nothing Travis hated more than being the sole focus of attention. Being in center stage was bad enough, but everything else wrapped around this emotionally charged situation was really taking its toll on him. He also knew that his telling of the last few years was only the beginning. There was no doubt going to be plenty of questions asked afterwards. Couple that with being shown around later and meeting more people that were once part of his life only added to his anxieties. “Shit,” Travis softly groaned and nervously ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if this trip was even a good idea.

Fortunately Mrs. Blackfox returned before Travis’ nerves got the best of him. She was carrying three mason jars, a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla and a large, brown jug. “Figured y’all might need something a little stronger than water or beer for that matter. This is my husband’s make of moonshine. Got a good kick to it, but goes down nice and smooth,” she explained while handing over the jars and filling them two fingers high with the alcohol. Setting the jug on the coffee table, she returned to her seat and handed the third jar to her husband. “Drink up, fellas. Hope y’all like it.”

Travis briefly sniffed the contents and detected a hint of cinnamon mixed over the sharp alcohol scent. He quirked an eyebrow at his father who gave him a wink before downing his own portion of liquor in seconds flat. Twitching his moustache, Travis took a bigger mouthful than he probably should have and coughed. “Hoo dang, you ain’t kidding! This sure does got a kick to it!” he coughed again and felt his eyes begin to water.

Seeing his partner’s reaction to the liquor, Riley took a more moderate sip from his jar. An impressed smile danced on his lips and he nodded in appreciation. “Wow, this is really, really good! It has the distinct flavor that sort of reminds me of apple pie from back home. My compliments to you, Mister Blackfox.”

“Please, y’all can call me Dante. Ain't no need to be so formal. We're all family here,” the black-clad cowboy casually replied while giving Riley a knowing look which caused the redhead suddenly feel his cheeks burn with a blush. Seeing Riley’s subtle reaction made Dante narrow his eyes and grin all the more, but he refrained from saying anything else.

Not catching went on between Riley and Dante, Travis cleared his throat and continued onwards with his story. He briefly talked about the days he and the securitron, Victor, traveled through the Mojave heading to New Vegas. Once at his destination, he met the being by the name of Mister House who resided in the well guarded casino, the Lucky 38. Here Travis got all his questions answered and was even offered a huge reward if he would continue what he was originally hired for. “He wanted some dumb doohickey called a platinum chip. Said it was gonna help restore peace to the Mojave and bring New Vegas back to its glory. Well, best it could all things considered,” Travis smirked while taking another mouthful of moonshine.

“House said as a reward for going above and beyond helping him I could live in the luxury of the casino for as long as I like even after the mission was over. I could have anything I wanted and had tons of caps at my disposal. I didn't care too much about that sorta thing, but I ain't stupid and agreed.”

By now, Travis was steadily starting to feel more relaxed with the telling of his tale. However, he was certain most of it was due to the liquor he was consuming. Still, he wasn't exactly happy discussing the events that lead up to tracking his assassin, Benny, to the Legion camp at Fortification Hill. Much to the delight of his father, Travis hastily discussed his dispatching Benny in the Legion fighting arena. This deadly battle had to be done. It was the only way to prove his worth to Caesar. Being victorious he was granted permission to head to the underground bunker where Mister House previously instructed him to go once he obtained the Platinum Chip. However, what came after, Travis gave a ten cent version so to speak. He hated the army of robots that he was forced to activate and hated that he was now going to be in the middle of something much greater than his original job of delivering a simple package.

To prevent his parents thinking he was some sort of super hero or vengeful maniac, Travis talked about all the allies he gained at this point. They were all valuable friends ranging from the Great Khans to the Boomers to the Enclave Remnants to the Brotherhood of Steel who aided him in the upcoming battle. He also briefly mentioned his NCR 1st Recon companion, Craig Boone. However, he omitted the short affair they had for more than one reason, but mostly it was something he wanted to forget himself. Travis also assured his parents that during the final battle he oversaw everything in the safety of a control room inside of Hoover Dam. Fortunately the battle was over quickly as Caesar’s army couldn’t defend itself to the crippling blow Mister House’s Securitrons delivered from inside the Fort. Travis’ allies also lent their hands delivering crushing blows to the Legion army. As a result the tyranny of Legion threat was finally over.

Travis was beyond drained now and wearily sighed while helping himself to another serving of moonshine. To him his tale of adventure was done and he tried to think of a way to tie it all up in completion. “When the dust settled, Mister House, my robot army, and myself made it known to the NCR we’re taking over and they need to get out of Dodge so to speak. They weren’t happy, but they had no choice. After the NCR cleared out and all, I continued to live in the casino and work with Mister House on restoring New Vegas and the surrounding areas best as the wasteland could offer. We still got an uneasy collaboration, but he’s been quite pleased with all I got done and suggested. I reckon I sorta am too.” Travis took a sip of his drink and stifled a yawn with a dismissive wave signaling he was finally done with telling his saga. “Obviously got lots more years after to talk about, but that's for another time.”

All through Travis’ story, the Blackfoxes sat in wide-eyed wonderment hearing all their son had not only gone through, but accomplished. Now that his tale was complete, they continued to sit in almost stunned silence until Dante let out a low whistle. “Holy shit! Ya know, we heard about the battle and stuff over the radio, but they ain’t never gave a name or nothin’. Who’da thunk it was my own son that what did all that stuff?”

“Oh, if only the radio announcer said your name!” Tracy chimed in with sadness in her voice. “Had they mentioned your name we would have known you were alive! Might have been able to find a way to travel to New Vegas or even get a message to you...and even if we couldn’t do those things just knowing you were alive…” she trailed off and bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling from that realization.

Travis frowned deeply and cast his eyes to the floor. It was per his request to radio announcer, Mister New Vegas, and anyone else picking up the story, to please keep his name out of it. He wanted the anonymity as he really didn’t see the need to get shoved into celebrity status especially over something like a battle. He never even considered news of his exploits might have traveled far from Vegas anyway let alone here in Arizona If he knew having his name out there would have prevented the heartache and pain thinking their son was dead, Travis most certainly would have done so. Having that realization made Travis’ heart sink and he felt even worse than he already did about all the sorrows he put his parents through all these years.

Thankfully before he had a chance to dwell too much on things he couldn’t change, a banging could be heard sounding from the back door followed by a man’s voice calling, “Dante! Hey, Dante! I know yer busy with yer boy, but we got ourselves a situation out here and we need help!”

Dante rolled his eyes and groaned. “Goddammit...I figured this was gonna happen. Those boys ain’t got no clue how to operate nothing without me half the time. Reckon I might as well give those idjits a hand. Got some amazing stories to tell ‘em anyways about…”

“Hold your steeds there, honey,” Tracy interrupted with a laugh. “Don’t go firing them up too much! We got important guests that come first. You know those boys’ll want to start busting out the drinks and food and have a big party right as the sun sets all the way 'til it comes up again!”

“What’s wrong with that? We got a grand reason to celebrate!” Dante exclaimed getting a playful shove from his wife in return.

“That we do, but I think Travis has been through enough excitement for today...in fact all of us have. Besides, I have to start making dinner anyways. It’s getting late.”

Dante nodded and gave his wife a light kiss on her lips. “Sounds good. I’ll go see what those fellas got into and I’ll be back in time for chow.” The lanky cowboy stepped to the couch, smiled proudly down at Travis and clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, I gotta scoot outta here so fast, but it was great hearing your story. It was really somethin’ else. Great ta have ya back, son. Cain’t wait to show ya around and keep catchin’ up with ya.” Giving a grateful nod to Riley, he added, “Much obliged to you for bringing him home. I owe ya one.” Dante then patted his son’s shoulder on last time, turned on his heel and loped out of the room.

With the previous mention of food, Travis’ stomach impulsively growled. Standing quickly, he placed his black cowboy hat on his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Well, this was great and all and I don’t want to sound rude, but I am getting rather hungry myself. We saw an eatery back in town and I think we should head out and get some chow right quick. I can bring y’all something back if you like? This way you ain’t gotta cook since I took up lots of your time.”

“Heading out? Absolutely not! You came all this way to find your past and what kind of mother would I be telling her only child he can’t stay for dinner? Travis, you and Riley are welcome to join us and I’d be downright insulted if y’all say no!”

Travis swallowed hard at the invitation. He had assumed she would offer dinner to them, but now that the words actually left her lips, he was at a bit of a loss. He looked helplessly at Riley, his mouth refusing to work properly. However, getting an affirmative nod from his partner seemed to have somehow gave him that push he needed. “Well...if you insist. I mean I don’t wanna put y’all out or nothing.”

“Nonsense! I always end up making more than enough food as it is. At least this time whatever leftovers we got won’t be getting tossed out for the coyotes. Then it’s settled. There’s a bathroom down the hall if y’all want to get washed up first.” Mrs. Blackfox sighed and stared in amazement at her back-from-the-dead son with tears glistening in her eyes. “It truly is a miracle that you are here, Travis. You can’t even imagine what the last bunch of years were like for us. We even kept your room exactly how you left it on that day you left for New Vegas. It’s the second door down the hall on the left.” Wiping at her eyes to prevent the tears from spilling over, Tracy took a deep breath and did her best to compose herself. “Now if you do excuse me, I’m gonna go and get dinner started. See you boys in a bit.”

As she exited the room, Travis groaned and released the breath he was holding. “Shit. Didn’t think this was going to be so dang exhausting,” he complained. “Feels like I got a pregnant brahmin sitting on my chest.”

“You’re doing perfectly fine, babe,” Riley gently replied while he took Travis by his wrist. “Now, let’s go check out that room of yours and see if you can discover any long forgotten memories.”

to be continued...

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So many thoughts were going through my head. So many pretty girls I can't help it. I can't help feeling insecure. They seemed so much better than I did. And Dan seemed to like those girls. He liked different models photos. They were so skinny and beautiful. And I didn't see myself as that. Nothing compared to them.

"Come on! Why don't you just come in the pool, it's our last day here!" Zoey (not zoella) yells. My brunette friend who was swimming in front of me. "Take it off for me baby!" She acts as if she's stripping. I giggle at the fact that she was so nice. She was funny, and that's why she was my best friend. "C'mon Darling, you look like an absolute queen!" She claps her hands. I roll my eyes playfully and take off the dress leaving me in my black and white gingham swimsuit. I sit on the edge and watch the water.

"Watch out!" I hear behind me and feel myself being pushed in. I take a deep gasp once I reach the surface.

"For fucks sake Dan!" I whine.

"What? It was funny." He swims besides me.

"Was not." I hold onto the ledge.

"Don't tell me you can't reach the bottom?" He stands.

"It's almost 6 feet deep! I'm not a tall freak!" I splash a bit of water.

"Hey! I am not tall!" He lies and points a finger. "I like your swimsuit, goes with my aesthetic." He nods his head.

"Oh, yeah thank you." I smile and fiddle around.

"Anyways, your friend, Zoey, she's cute." He chuckles. I just laugh to hide the hint of pain my heart had suddenly felt. "Is She single?"

"Unfortunately For you, she isn't. She has a girlfriend." I emphasise the girlfriend.

"Well, you seem to have the prettiest of friends. Maybe you could introduce me to any single gals?" He elbows me playfully and lightly.

"Most, if not all of my friends are in relationships except for me. Im usually the third wheel." I shrug at the thought. Most of the times I was happy to hang out with my friends and their partner but when I felt low about myself, I would absolutely hate it. "What about Phil, is he single?" I tilt my head as I give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Aren't you a little too young for Phil?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"He's thirty-one. I think I can handle him." I joke.

"Well yeah he's single. But I don't think he has an interest in...girls like you?" He questions his own statement. I look at him confused and a bit taken back at to what he had just said. "Wait that came out extremely wrong-"

"No it's fine. I'm sure no one has an interest in girls like me." I try to keep my tears in by laughing.

"No-it came out wrong-I have nothing against you and neither does he-but-"

"Really It's fine. I get degraded all the time. I'm pretty much used to it." I shake my head in disbelief and push myself out of the pool, sitting where I last sat, a towel wrapped around myself. Zoey came up to me at least five minutes after I got out.

"Hey what happened?" She sits next to me.

"Nothing." My voice was croaky.

"I know when somethings up, so tell me who hurt you so I can ratattack the shit out of them." She hisses.

"I know he didn't mean it that way, I was just already in a bad state of mind." I shut my eyes.

"Who is he?" She rubs my back.

"It's Dan. He said Phil didn't have a thing for girls like me." I purse my lips.

"Wait you like Phil? I thought you had a thing for the ugly brunette one?" She gasps.

"I was just kidding though. I don't have a thing for Phil. I mean he's still hot but I just don't see him like that, you know?" I finally look up.

"If I'm honest, no I don't know. I'm a lesbian. But I do understand what you mean. And also, girls like you? What's that supposed to mean? Phil doesn't like sweet, friendly, affable, hot as fuck girls? Well then that boy has something going on in his head." Zoey lifts my chin.

"No. Dan said Phil doesn't like girls my age. Which I have nothing against. I don't even like Phil." I throw my hands forward in front of me.

"Look at that loser, sitting alone. Feeling bad about himself. Why? Because he was stupid. He probably has like, two brain cells left. Look at him!" She laughs like a maniac.

"He told me he liked you and asked if you were single." I blurt out. She turns her head slowly and laughs even louder.

"Dick inside me? Bitch I think the fuck not! I'm all about them scissors if ya know what I mean." She winks as I groan.

"Stop! No! No scissoring!" I cover my eyes.

"Ew look at that thing? Standing up...oh shit coming over to us Ew no. No animals! No rats!" She makes a disgusted face.

"Hey..." He takes a seat in front of me.

"What do you want? Aren't you embarrassed to talk to a girl like me. I'm three years younger than you, shouldn't you be scared?" I hold Zoey's hand under the towel. Zoey was glaring daggers at him. If looks could kill, oh boy would he be deep down under.

"I said Phil, not Dan-I mean not me." He shakes his head. "Look, I'm really sorry for saying that. I don't even understand why I said that. I also didn't say it correctly. I'm sorry for sounding like a total dick. I-I appreciate you. For not going completely ballistic on me. And I-You have a lovely-everything. I'm really nervous. And awkward. Sorry." He wipes his hands on his trunks.

"Well thank you for the apology. And thank you for appreciating me-kind of. And thanks for saying I have 'a lovely everything.' You can go now..." I say awkwardly.

"You should see the rest of her because you don't know beautiful until you know her you stupid-" I cut off Zoey by just simply shushing her.

"Phil said you're cute, by the way." Dan slowly stands up.

"Zoey said you're not. But tell Phil thanks. I think he's pretty cute too. But I also don't have a crush on him. I mean unless he suddenly has a thing for twenty-four year olds." I wiggle my brows.

"Gross." He whined. "I-um-I also think you're cute. Well pretty. I think that's all I can say because your friend is staring at me like she's ready to kill me." He walks away slowly.

"Thanks." I blush, suddenly forgetting about earlier.

"So...this is what it feels like to third-wheel....I mean I'm always down for some action." Zoey winks.

"Ew no! No Zoey! Nopety nope nope!" My eyes widen at the fact that I just said 'nopety nope nope.' A habit Dan had engraved in my brain.

"That is my cue to leave! I'll see you, yeah? Phil probably wants to hear how pretty he is coming from a girl so I'll make sure to tell him!" Dan stands and walks awkwardly to Phil. I'd pay millions to do those boys-Wait! No I wouldn't! That's crazy!

"So Anna is coming to our hotel room tonight-" Zoey says suggestively.

"I'll have to make plans than because I do not want to hear anything tonight!" I cover my ears.

"I'm just saying! Maybe you should try some scissors!" She says high-pitched as we go back into the pool. I made sure to keep eye contact with Dan, as a sign to tell him to get his ass in here. And soon both boys headed to my direction. I suddenly got nervous. Zoey had ditched me to go have a full make-out with her girlfriend right next to me. I swam closer to them so that I could get away from the horror.

"Did you need saving?" Dan asks, I nod my head and swim towards the stairs, climbing out as fast as possible. "Wow. Made us go into the pool just to immediately get out?"

"So. Um, Zoey is going to have some, fun, in the hotel room..." I stop myself.

"So you want to stay at ours? Yeah that's fine." Phil shrugs.

"Thank you guys so much." I run a hand down my face. "I don't know how I can repay you both."

"I have a few ideas." I see a smirk suddenly raise on Phil's lips.

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broken-heartedgirlff · 5 years

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Chapter 30~ Girls Need Love (Part 2)

Giselle

“Mommy, when we go back to Daddy’s house? He needs help.” Mason asked me, sitting in the back of the car.

We had just parked to get Angel from school, and he’s been asking me about Dominic for the past few weeks.

“Do you miss Daddy?” I asked quietly

“Yes, he need help, I help him.” He told me

“I’ll call Mawmaw, and see if she can take you to Daddy.”

Was it selfish to take our kids away from Dominic? Very. I can’t justify what I did, I was angry, and upset, I’ve been thinking about it for the last three months. I couldn’t leave without Angel or Mason, but I couldn’t be in that house anymore. I needed my time away. It was suffocating.

I didn’t want to take the kids away from their normal life, so I got a loft just 20 minutes away from Dominic’s place and Angel’s school. I just couldn’t live in the house that much longer.

Had I really talked to anyone besides the kids? Not really. Everyone stopped calling me after the first week, which I am glad about. I do know what’s going on in the family though.

Just as Mason was about to say something else, a knock came at my window, It made me jump. It was Jeremiah, so I rolled down the window

“Uncle J!!” Mason screamed excited

“Hey, Little man, you good?” He asked.

Mason nodded, “You with daddy?”

“No, He’s at home right now, I’m here to pick up Sage. Gi, can I talk to you?”

I sighed, and got out of the car. “Mason, stay in your car seat. You hear?”

“Yes, momma.”

I closed the door, and stood there in silence.

“See, you wont even look at me, you know you wrong.” He scolded.

“What do you want me to say?” I shrugged

“You know, if you keep leaving and coming back, he’s going to get tired of that. He’s really going through it right now.”

“I know, but-“

“But what Gi?” He sighed exasperated.

I shrugged, I didn’t truly even know all of my feelings towards the situation. I just knew I was tired of Katie and her manipulation and her demands. I only did what I knew how to do best. Run away.

J sighed again, “You know Lizzie is still in the hospital with Zoey, and she is worried, you know she would very much like to see you.”

“I know, I talked to her. I planned to go see her soon I guess.” I said messing with my nails.

I heard him chuckling, so I looked up and he was staring at me.

“What?”

“You’re the same 16 year old girl obsessed with Dominic…. You love him just as much as he loves you, but when you get scared, you revert back to that same little girl. Come to your senses, and go home Gi.” He said before kissing my head and saying bye to Mason.

By the time Jeremiah left, Angel came to the car and we got in and drove off towards our apartment.

“How was your day?” I asked her.

She shrugged, and looked out the window. I knew something was bothering her, and I knew it was best to not pressure her.

“Did you know Katie was pregnant?” She mumbled.

“Yes.”

“Is that why we left?” She asked again

I sighed, “Yes.”

She shook her head, and started playing with the ends of her hair. The nervous tick that I have, except with my nails.

“Why do you ask?” I asked her

“Sage overheard Auntie Liv talking to Lizzie and Rose about the baby. Katie had it and it lives with daddy now.”

“Oh, how do you feel about that.”

She shrugged and spoke very monotone, “I don’t think anything about it. I don’t care about anything anymore.”

“Well, I promised Mason that I’d get your maw maw to come get you to go see your dad. Would you like that?”

“No, thank you.” She said before putting her headphones in, and blasting music

I knew she had shut down and there was no way getting to her.

Angel

After the car ride with my mom, and getting to the house, I don’t even know what to think or do. Every single time that my life is going perfect, something comes and messes it up. And it all has to deal with Katie.

I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone more than I hate Katie. Not only is she the reason I don’t live with my dad, but now I have another sibling, that isn’t Mason or DJ and my dad is now taking care of it. It makes me feel just like when my mom came back with Mason, how mad I was. But this is worse.

My dad had a whole baby with someone who tried to kill him, my brother and my aunt. If she could’ve I know she would’ve tried to kill my mom too.

I went straight to my room, and just laid on my bed. I didn’t really feel like talking, I just wanted everything to be good in my life, but it never is. Hell, Sage is getting her parents back, why cant mine just do the same thing.

I honestly don’t think that I’ve ever been so angry with every adult in my life. It’s not fair, I’m always the one that doesn’t get attention or I get dismissed. My mom left when I was a baby, and I didn’t really grow up with her, but she raised Mason. Then i finally get to have a relationship with her, for her to take me away from my dad…. and now he’s raising this new baby.

Sage showed me a picture of it, it did kind of looked like me but it has sandy/black curly hair, and she told me that she was only a few days old. I was unimpressed by it. She even told me it’s name: Andrea. All I did was shrug. Sage told me to not be mean, but isn’t that funny because she did the same thing with Aiden, but now she likes him. The thought made me roll my eyes.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t care, and as long as it lives with my dad or it’s alive…. I will never care.

Lizzie

Finally after about three weeks, the doctor said that I could take my baby home. They gave me antibiotics for her and told me to watch her carefully as she was still sick. I was extremely excited to get home, because I was sick of these four walls. Jax and Eva were supportive but they weren’t exactly much help. I knew they were both out of their comfort zones and decided to leave me be, which I was glad for.

As I was moving around slowly, packing up everything, a knock came at the door.

“Come in!” I yelled not really paying attention

“Wow, I can’t believe my little sister is really a mommy now, got her first hospital scare down for the books”

I turned around and I smiled, I instantly hugged my sister.

“I missed you,” I said to her

She laughed, “I haven’t been around for about a month, but it’s fine.”

I punched her arm, “I don’t give a fuck what’s going on with you and Dominic. Stop running away and not telling no one, you have to stop doing that.”

She laughed and rubbed her arm, “I’m sorry, where is my niece, I want to see her.”

I smiled and walked over to the carseat that held my baby.

“Here Lizzie, I got her, why don’t you sit down.” Gi said putting the carseat on the bed, while I sat down.

She took her out to hold and instantly started smiling. “She looks just like you.”

I smiled, “She’s beautiful isn’t she?”

“She is. I want another one, honestly.” Gi said sitting down on the bed.

“Speaking of, you know Katie had the baby right?” I asked.

I didn’t really know how Giselle felt about the whole thing, but I know it wasn’t good for her to leave Dominic, high and dry.

She sighed, “Yeah, I know. Sage told Angelique and she’s been in a mood ever since about it. Mama C took the kids over to see Dominic, and she told me that she barely talked to Dom or even looked at the baby. But I don’t know if I should talk to her about it.”

“I mean, I don’t know, but you don’t want this to turn into a bad thing or a resentment thing. With Dom or with you.” I spoke

She shrugged, “I don’t know what I want to do. Katie’s mother contacted me, and gave me adoption papers for the baby.”

I was confused. “What?”

“That’s what I said. I would’ve never thought that she would give up parental rights, let alone let me have them. And I don’t feel comfortable adopting a child, and I’m not even on good terms with their father. This whole thing is a mess.”

“Sure the hell is.”

Dominic

“Angel, can you warm up your sister’s bottle?” I asked her, Andrea was screaming her head off and nothing I did worked.

I heard her smack her lips. “No.”

I turned around and looked at her. “Marie, I don’t know what your problem is, but I suggest you fix it, I need help Angelique.”

She rolled her eyes, “ I suggest you give that baby back to wherever it came from. I don’t have a sister.” She moved past me and went upstairs slamming the door, making a now quiet Andrea….. wake up and start screaming all over again.

Mason just looked at me and the baby, he shrugged. “I like baby, daddy.”

I smiled “Least someone does.”

Just then the doorbell rang, “Mason, I’m sure it’s maw maw, can you open the door please.”

He nodded and ran to the door. I sighed and tried to rock the baby, but it just made her cry.

Being in a wheelchair and raising a newborn baby. Is equivalent to hell. No help majority of the time, either. Is another set of hell.

This is honestly the worse part of my life, and did I need a newborn baby? No. But I love her nevertheless. As soon as I saw her, I fell in love with her. But she wasn’t quiet like Angel was, and hell I raised her all by myself, but at least I could fuckin walk.

I was trying to get her to stop crying when I heard her say:

“You should swaddle her, and it’ll make her stop crying.”

I looked up to see Giselle standing in front of me. She reached for the baby and asked “Can I?”

I nodded and handed her Andrea, and she instantly stopped crying. I was shocked, Giselle then swaddled her in the blanket and slowly started rocking her.

“You’re a natural.”

“Comes with the territory of being a mother. Mason was just as loud and fussy as a baby.” She mumbled.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her.

I hadn’t seen her since we got into that big argument… then she moved out and that was about a month ago.

“Mama C couldn’t come pick them up, and you bring them home so, here I am.” She said giving me back the baby

“Are we ever going to talk about why you left?”

“You don’t think me throwing a knife at you is enough talking?” She said picking with her nails

“I apologize, I overstepped that night. I went below the belt and I shouldn’t have. So, I’m sorry.” I said.

I was sincere, I did go overboard, but it was because I wanted a reaction out of her. I wanted her to do something or show that she cared, and i pushed her too far. So she left me. It was childish, but I wanted a reaction, and that’s exactly what I got. I can only blame me.

She cautiously looked at me, “Thank you, I apologize for throwing things at you, especially with….” She trailed off looking at my wheelchair

“I’m slowly but surely getting back to walking. I should be up and running in less than a year my doctor said.” I told her,

She smiled, “I’m really glad about that Dominic. I’m happy for you.”

We kind of stood their awkwardly, not really knowing what to say to one another. That’s when Angel came back downstairs.

“Thank God Mommy, can we please go? I have a headache from this baby.” She said.

“Grab your stuff and put it in the car, and say Goodbye to your father.” She said handing Angel the keys.

Angel came and kissed my cheek, “Bye Daddy. Maybe when the baby isn’t here, we can actually spend time together.”

“Angel, she is your sister and she isn’t going anywhere. You can say bye to her as well.”

She scrunched up her face, “Ew. No thanks. Let’s Go Mason!!!” She yelled and ran to the car.

Mason came running right after her, “Comin Gigi!! Bye Daddy! Bye Baby!” He said kissing us both and running out the house.

Leaving Giselle and I, in silence.

“Um, I’m- Uh, I’m going-, I’m going to go?”

“Will we ever just be normal?” I said

“Dominic, we cant force or focus on us. You have to worry about your new baby, getting healthy, and I can worry about Angel and Mason.”

“Please get her with the attitude, I don’t want her to feel some type of way towards Andrea.”

“She has a right to be upset Dominic. It’s the Mason situation all over again. I will talk to her, but I’m sure she will grow out of it.” Giselle said passively

“Thank you.”

“Oh, tell your baby mother, that I don’t want to adopt her kid. It was surprising to get served with adoption papers.”

“Adoption Papers? For Andrea? Why the hell would she give you adoption papers?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not signing them, so. Bye Dominic.” She said and walked out of the house.

Which, leave me alone, yet again.

I don’t know how much more I can take being in the house by myself, it’s depressing.

Olivia

I was cleaning up the kitchen, when the doorbell rang.

“Coming!!!” I yelled, I finished the last dish and ran to the front door and was highly displeased

“Why the fuck are you on my porch?” I spat

“I want my son back, Olivia!” Avery yelled.

“Bitch, I know I’ve been dealing with concussions and shit, but I know damn well you probably lost your mind speaking to me like that.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m not afraid of you! I want my fucking son, you cant have him.”

I closed the door and I got in her face, “Aiden hasn’t seen you since when? How long? Are you back all of a sudden cause you heard Jeremiah moved back in? Or that we’re back together?”

I knew I got her, when I said that.

“You’re insecurities are showing baby. I’m a better mother to Aiden then you will ever be! I have been there even when J was still living in the loft. I took care of him like he was my own, and you want him back because you cant handle J and I together? YET AGAIN! Bitch get the fuck off my property before you end up in a body bag.”

I mushed her head and she stumbled back off the porch. The way she looked at me, I know it’s only gonna be trouble in the future.

“This isn’t over yet Olivia, I will get him back.” She said

“Well, bitch, you got to go through me first. Get the hell off my property.”

I walked back in the house, only to see Aiden standing at the window.

“Aye, why are you down here, It’s nap time with Marie and Maurice.” I asked him

“Was that my mommy?” He said looking out the window

“That was, do you remember her?”

“Some time. I member you and daddy most. Why was she yelling?” He asked, focusing all his attention on me now

“She wanted you to live with her, because you live in my house with daddy now.”

“You make me leave?”

I shook my head, “No, do you want to go?”

“No, I like Livie as my mommy.” He smiled and hugged my legs

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After dinner, and all the kids were asleep, I was sitting in Jeremiah’s room. Are we getting back together? Slowly but surely. We haven’t had sex, we go to counseling, sleep in separate beds- mine on the top floor and his in the basement, we go on dates. We are getting to know one another again.

Am I still hurt about his cheating, yes. We are working on getting the trust back. I think the only thing that’s holding us back is Aiden.

Dont get me wrong, I love Aiden as my own. I treat him like my kids, I whoop him just like I do my children. As far as I’m concerned, he is mine. But his mother will not go down without a fight. Especially now that she knows he lives here with Jeremiah.

“Why your face like that?” J asked me

Instead of keeping it from him, like I’ve done in the past, we are keeping everything 100 % honest all the time.

“Avery stopped by today.”

He instantly got mad, “For the fuck what? She hasn’t been involved with Aye in over a year.”

“I know that, but she heard were getting back together and that you live in the house with hi, and she came on some bullshit saying she wanted him back and all that shit.”

“What you tell her?” He asked me

I shrugged, “I told her get the fuck off my porch, don’t come back, Im more of a mother to him than she is. And what makes it worse, Aiden saw the whole encounter. He asked if I was going to make him go with her, and i said no. He told me he likes me as his ‘new mommy’”.

“How do you feel about that?”

“I feel the same way. I want to make it official though.” I finally spoke my true intentions

“What do you mean? Make what official?”

“I want to take Avery to court for Full Custody and I want to Adopt Aiden as my son.”

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obfuscateyummy · 6 years

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Things I am bad at: titles

I had the idea for the ending first, and went from there. I have been writing this for almost 3 weeks, and finally finished (editing) tonight! Also the title of this is “what the x2″ i don’t even KNOW why i title things because they are never real titles.

I mean. I know I had that anon ask if I would do requests and I will TRY if you send them, it might take me forever but I will try I am just so happy ya”ll like my stuff I could CRY I just want all you souls to be happy. :’) ONE DAY I WILL TITLE FICS I PROMISE AND ONE DAY I MIGHT DO A MASTERLIST i love you guys so much thank you so much for reading and liking and replying and everything ya’ll make my day

okay. enough of me being sappy

“Cariño, you don’t have to do this..” Rafael started as the two of you and Sonny arrived at the jail. “Yes i do, I have to help you put his ass away” you said. The case had haunted you. Two little girls aged one and four, were murdered by their father, who turned himself in. Ever since Sonny and you got the case 2 days ago, it was all that was on your mind. Your sleep was restless, you hardly let your children, Zoey and RJ, leave your sight for more than 2 seconds. You were constantly checking on them in the middle of the night. You thought he didn’t notice, but he did, he always did. Their own father? He couldn’t imagine hurting Zoey or RJ, or you. Because Rafael Barba was not his father. “I’m putting this guy away for life,” Barba said, as he kissed your forehead, “Are you sure you don’t want me to go in?” he said as he put his hands around your hips. You rolled your eyes, and moved away from him towards the door. “We’ll be fine,” you said as Sonny led the two of you in. “I’ll be right here,” he called out as the two of you went into the interrogation room, if you could call it that. It was more of a card table in the middle of the room.

“Mr. Banter, I am Detective Y/L/N, and this is my partner, Detective Carisi. We have a few questions abo…” “You wanna know why I did it?” He said as he leaned over the small table and almost getting in your face. His eyes were dark, and you swore they would be throwing daggers at you if they could. “We need to know what happened.” you said finching back away from Banter. You sat directly across from Banter, and Sonny sat on your right. He said “Well, maybe I just like hearing little girls scream for their life.” as he sat back in his chair and laughed. “I can see why Y/N can’t get her mind off this case, he’s scum,” Rafael said to himself, but the guard overheard and snickered. Then Banter stood up, leaned over the table in your face, and spoke again, “Scared, detective? You should be.” Sonny jumped up, ““Hey! That’s enough. Sit.” Causing Banter to find his seat. Rafael rolled his eyes and said to the guard, “He does it again and she’s out. She already can’t get this out of her head, I’m not letting him hurt her.” The guard nodded and they went back to watching, but Barba couldn’t take the silence, “You know, the kids were the same age as mine. I don’t get how he just...killed his own kids.” he sighed. “Parenthood changes you, doesn’t it?” the guard said, smiling, as he explained his wife was expecting. Before Barba could respond, it all happened.

Banter asked if you had kids. Barba tensed up, “She’s out of there.” “Wait.” the guard said, blocking the door. Barba rolled his eyes, and Banter spoke again, “Let me guess...you have two kids...same ages as mine are. Or should I say were?” Banter moved his hands from the table, causing you to jump. Barba looked at the guard, waiting for a move. He stayed still. You turned your head to the glass, Barba knew you couldn’t see him, but your face was covered in fear. You spoke to Banter again, “w..hy” your voice was shaky and barely audible. Sonny noticed and spoke, “Y/N, let’s go.” Banter smirked and you said in a, shaky voice, “I can’t.” A tear started to roll down your face. Rafael couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m getting her.” Barba said. The guard tried to stop him, then Banter spoke, “I already warned you, detective, you should be scared. I know more about you than you do about me.”

Barba moved around the guard and opened the door. “You, you’re done.” he said to Banter. “Hmmm, your papi to the rescue.” Banter said looking at you. You flinched, still sitting in your chair. “Excuse me?” Barba said moving towards you. “Are you here to get her mind off the case? Like last night?” Barba shot a glare at him, then looked at you, frozen in the chair, with your eyes filled with tears. Why the hell isn’t she moving? Barba thought. You looked down at the sharp metal brushing against your leg, trying not to cry. “What….How..” you said as he cut you off. “Hidden cameras are such a beauty.” he said with a laugh. Barba charged towards him, and you put out your hand to stop him, but there were no more fighting tears you began crying, and mumbled, “amanecer”. It was the Spanish word for sunrise, but also your and Rafael’s safe word. Rafael froze when he heard it, he knew you were somehow in danger. Then, you looked at Rafael then at your leg. Rafael saw it, the knife on your leg, Banter was teasing you with. “I wanted to make her scream my name, too” he said, laughing tracing the knife up and town your leg. “Carisi, get him into lock up, now” Barba said as he pulled your chair back. “Move again and the knife is in her leg. Goes for you two” Banter said, looking at Barba, then at Carisi, causing both the men to freeze. You were terrified. “Why...why are you doing this?” you asked him, trying not to break down again.

Banter laughed, “Well you see, I’ve always admired how you put away these bad guys from afar, since you were attacked you know, almost 2 years ago, and I wanted you to notice me. I started bringing my kids to the park to play see, and you never noticed me. Then I saw you with him,” he looked at Rafael with a smug glare, then turned all his attention to you. “I hated him. I tried to threaten him away, and that obviously didn’t work. So about 2 weeks ago, I broke into your house, nice place by the way, and I hid that camera in your bedroom, see.” The knife was traveling further up your leg, Banter was looking only at you, and Sonny inched closer to Banter. Rafael put his hands back on your chair, both unnoticed to Banter. “And when that didn’t make you notice, I kidnapped my kids, and killed them, knowing the case would eat at you until you found who was responsible.”

He looked over and saw Rafael’s hand reaching for your shoulder, and you moving your head towards his hand, “What the fuck did I say? Don’t move.” He reached over the table and tried to grab you with his free hand, you flinched, and Sonny tackled him. But Banter had the last laugh, stabbing the knife right in your knee as he saw Sonny lunge towards him. “Fuck, No,” you screamed as you fell to the ground, grabbing your knee. You began sobbing instantly. Banter laughed. You remember Rafael stroking your hair, reminding you to breathe, to keep your eyes open, and telling you how much he loved you. Then everything went black.

You had no idea where you were, or how long it had been. You could hear him talking in this distance, “Si Mija, Papi and Mami should be home tomorrow, be good for Abuela okay? Te amo, princesa. Sleep well. Give the phone back to Abuela.” You started to open your eyes. “Mami, thank you..I owe you. Yeah, the doctor said she should be able to come home tomorrow, as long as everything else is okay...” He looked towards you and noticed you were opening your eyes. “Mami, lo siento, Y/N is waking up. Te Amo, I will call you later.” He rushed to your side as you were still blinking, waking up, “Hey, Cariño” he picked up your hand and kissed it. “Rafi..” you tried to sit up. “Shh, rest, mi amor” he said kissing your forehead. “Rafi, what…” he stroked your hair. “You have a torn ligament in your knee, they had to do surgery. But Banter is going away, for a long time.” You shook your head. You could care less about your knee. You tried to prop yourself up to talk to him, “Rafael what about….” He placed his hand over your stomach, the only people that knew were the two of you and Lucia. “Cariño, don’t worry the baby is fine,” he pulled out an ultrasound photo from when the doctors checked on the baby, Rafael requested it. 16 weeks. You were 16 weeks. “See? Perfect” he said with a huge smile as he kissed you and you smiled into his kiss.

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#ZoeyWinchester #DSM Part Eight

@ValanceZoey @DeanWImpala79 @DeanWinchester_ @JakeValance3

Cowboy: It’d been a crazy week at the ranch. Another rift opened and yet another unsurprised visitor popping up. Dean still wasn’t sure how to feel about it. It was Jake but . . . How similar were they? The Texas sun was just starting to set, so he grabbed a six pack and headed outside to drink by the pool, gathering his thoughts. ::::::::::::::: Zoey: *steps out to the pool to take a late swim, stretching before glancing around and noticing Dean on the edge of the pool drinking a beer* You got any to share? ::::::::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Looks up from his chair, eyeing your outfit before turning back to stare at the sunset.* Depends on who’s asking. ::::::::::::: Zoey: *looks around then back at you* Um... it's me, Zoey. I'm pretty sure I met you yesterday right? You're the one they call Cowboy and that is dating /both/ Colt and Jake. :::::::::::: Cowboy: *Sips his beer and looks back at her* Yeah. That’s me. You can call me Dean or Cowboy. And I know who you are. I’ve seen pictures even before you got here. *Picks up a bottle from the six pack.* You asking for a beer? ::::::::::: Zoey: *frowns* Jake... showed you pictures? I assumed he was trying to forget this time. *grabs the beer and sits on the deck, dangling my feet in the pool* Why wouldn't he just stay like this then? :::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Nods* Of course he showed me pictures. He was proud and wanted to show himself off. *Shrugs nonchalantly, finishing his beer and going for a second* I don’t know, you’d have to ask him. I suppose he felt more manly. But he can still rock a little black dress. *Smiles softly* ::::::::::::: Zoey: *rolls my eyes as I twist the top off of my beer* Originally I just stayed this way because we were still trying to have kids after the twins... didn't make it. *takes a swig* But now... I couldn't imagine being a man again. That's... it's just not who I was meant to be. ::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Pauses before taking his next drink* Oh . . . Zoey I didn’t know. Actually, guess I don’t know a whole lot about you. *Sighs and wonders how someone could be the same person he loves, but so different.* Is it just me or . . . Is this like really weird? Like even for me, weird? ::::::::::::::: Zoey: *turns to face you completely* Yeah, it's weird. Colt... is like talking to my Dean. The look in his eyes, the way he immediately tried to protect me. But you... *shrugs* You're like a stranger. ::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: Technically we are. I’ve never met /you/ before. And Colt and I have very different background. Hell, my dad died over a decade ago. ::::::::::::::: Zoey: Right... Right. *sips my beer again* It's just weird is all. I thought, when Colt said there were five Dean's I thought, it would feel like seeing my husband all over the place. *shakes my head* But it's not. :::::::::: Cowboy: *Eyes you curiously* So how long were you and me . . . Colt . . . Dean, married? :::::::::::::::: Zoey: /Dean/ and I were married for sixteen years. *smiles softly* It was an amazing marriage. We were... so in love. :::::::::::: Cowboy: *Eyebrows shoot up* Really? That long? I’m . . . Wow. I heard through the grapevine what happened to him. I’m really sorry Zo. :::::::::::::: Zoey: *nods* Yeah, That long. We lost the kids many years ago. *nods sipping the beer* We were a great couple. ::::::::::: Colt: -Having had more than a few whiskey's he come rolling up to the house and caught a glimpse of Dean and Zoey out by the pool. Opens the door and walks out to meet them.- Well, how's it going? ::::::::::: Zoey: *looks up as Colt comes out, sipping my scotch* It's great. Just sitting by the pool. Talking about our past. Come on out and join us. :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Pats his lap and smiles* Hey, got you a seat right here. We’re just talking. :::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Walks over and parks his ass on Dean's lap, stealing his drink.- Awesome I'd rather not watch the Zoey sex show tonight. -Was he being a dick? Just a little bit.- :::::::::::::: Zoey: *rolls my eyes* I was just talking to Cowboy. I'm not having sex tonight. *downs my scotch* ::::::::::: Cowboy: *Looks between the two of them.* Sex show? She just got here. Who’s she having sex with? :::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt got up, fucking with him right now was a real bad idea. He walked over and knocked the drink out of her hand and grabbed her by the wrist hauling her up. His eyes flashed with barely contained anger.- Listen and listen good. If you know me as well as you say you do then you know I won't hurt a woman but I'll sure as fuck drag you out of here and you won't come back. Now I'm sorry as hell for the loss of your family, Fuck! I look at you and it fucks my head up and all I can see is my Zoey. Don't you mistake my kindness for weakness. This, right here is my /family/ and I'd kill without a thought for them. So you acting like fucking my son under my own roof wasn't a big goddamn deal.... after giving me that poor widow act lastnight. My /son/ is not your fuckin' toy and if you hurt him I swear to god you'll never come near him if I have anything to do it. I don't give a shit if you are a version of Jake or not that does not give you any leverage with me around here. You want to make the rounds to any guy who pays attention then that's your business but no fucking way you're gonna destroy what I've been trying to piece back for years. There are no excuses in my head that will make it right. I didn't physically step in because my son deserves the respect of being a man to make those decisions and hell as his father I'm rooting for him. But the fucking games... NO. It's not fucking happening. -Looks over at Dean and points to him while still holding her.- I'm /in love/ with him and Jake. -Looks back at her.- You best watch your step Zoey. Don't make me hate you. -He was so fucking mad he wanted to kill something.- :::::::::::::::: Zoey: *crosses my arms and stares at you, chin jutting defiantly* I'm not /playing/ the widow I /am/ the widow. And I haven't had sex with /anyone/ but my husband for over sixteen years. /That/ was the first time. I'm sorry it was in your home. I'm sorry it was with your son. But I I /like/ him. I'm alone and... we actually have things in common. *glances at Cowboy then back at Colt* And you have made it /perfectly/ clear how you feel about /your/ Jake and Cowboy. I get it loud and clear. I wasn't playing any games with anyone. I was scared and alone and yeah, maybe sex /wasn't/ my best choice. But it happened. And I'm sorry it's not what you had planned. Trust me, if I didn't have to come through that rift... if I could take it all back and die with the rest of them. I would. *turns to leave the back yard* ::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Sits taking it all in, watching as Colt starts to lose his shit. He stood, ready to defends Zoey, but then heard she’d had sex with Ian. Ian? IAN?! Her son? Technically it wasn’t, but was? His jaw dropped and he was ready to ridicule her when Colt pointed to him and said he was in love with Dean. He knew how much that meant for him to confess it and it knocked the wind out of him in a good way. He wanted to turn and stop Zoey, to try and sort through the chaos, but his eyes were locked on Colt. He walked over and took his hand.* For the record, I’m in love with you too.

*Redirecting his attention back to Zoey, his mind started to catch up* Wait a minute, don’t go. You seriously slept with your own son? Your /son/? Are you insane?! ::::::::::::::::::: Zoey: *turns to look at you, frowning* So... Ian is your son? Because I thought he was Jake and Colt's kid. *glances at Colt, licking my lips for a moment in thought* It wasn't /nothing/ to me okay? Sex hasn't been nothing to me in a /long/ time. :::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt stood there a minute just looking into Dean's eyes, his hands were shaking. There was a lot more going on here than was being said. How the fuck did explain the pull he felt, it scared him. It was like a rewind and he knew back then he had fucked up. When Zoey was pregnant he'd been working with the DEA and he'd be gone for weeks at a time. It fucking killed him and then when she disappeared with the twins he just gave the fuck up. It hurt so bad that only two people in the whole fucking world knew they existed. And by the time he'd finally got them back they were grown. Jesus would Jake and Dean understand why wanted to take care of this woman and make sure she never wanted for anything again. Never have to be alone or afraid again. He knew in his head she wasn't /his/ Zoey but in his heart the lines were blurred. And he'd fucked up so much in his life and hurt so many people, he didn't want to be /that/ guy anymore. He wanted to take care of those he loved, be happy for once. He looked at Dean searching his eyes his own watering. He couldn't do chaos.- :::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Rolls his eyes at Zoey* No, Ian isn’t my son, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna go fuck either him or Ali. He turned and looked back and Colt, saw how close to the edge he was and knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more tonight. He gently pulled Colt’s hand, leading him towards the house.* Zoey . . . Let’s just put a pin in this tonight. Please? I’m gonna take Colt upstairs and get him into bed. We can have brunch tomorrow and . . . Try to work through this. :::::::::::::::: Zoey: *looks down* Yeah, yeah, I'll just... *points to the house* I'll go to bed... soon. ::::::::::::::::

#DSM SPN RP

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I should be doing homework, but whoops I’m not. This is part two to this fic.

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“When is your mom bringing Oreo back?” Zoey asks sleepily into Hayden’s chest.

It’s mid morning, and neither of them had gotten much sleep. It’s been about five days since Hayden came down with the head cold from Hell, and although he’s finally starting to feel human again, he’s still snoring because he’s still congested beyond belief. Zoey is completely drained, and has no energy to do anything but lie there, half asleep.

“She texted me a little while ago that she was bringing her back later today,” Hayden rasps, his voice is still congested, but nowhere near as badly as the past few days. “I think she likes the dog better than she likes me.”

“I like Oreo better than you, too.”

“Wow, thanks. Love you, too.”

She chuckles weakly, nuzzling closer to him, “you’re cute and all…but Oreo will always be cuter.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, “whatever, I like Oreo more than all of you anyways.”

“Oreo is the best, it’s okay.”

“True,” he grins.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, eyelids drooping.

“I’m fine…I should be asking you that. Are you alright?”

“Mmm…” she hums, “just tired.”

“You sure? You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“Well, I hope not,” she groans, “I’m just so tired.”

“You haven’t been sleeping much…and you’ve been working, and making sure I don’t die,” he sighs, looking down at her so he can brush her hair off her face, “thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course I’m going to take care of you, you don’t have to thank me.”

“You have the day off, don’t you?”

“Mmm…no..there’s a visit tomorrow.”

He grimaces, “visits are always awful. When do you work?”

“Three to eleven…probably longer,” she sighs, “no, definitely longer, but I’m not sure when.”

“Well…try and get some sleep, it’s only ten.”

She hides her face in his chest, “are you alright? You don’t need anything?”

“Zo, I’m fine, I promise.”

“You still sound like shit.”

“I know, but I feel better than I sound.”

“Okay,” she mumbles, closing her eyes.

Hayden starts to try and get up, but she tightens her grip on him and moves even more on top of him, “excuse you, sir. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was going to let you sleep.”

“Nuh-uh. You slept on top of me and snored in my ear for five days. You owe me.”

Hayden chuckles, “alright, you make a valid point.”

He wraps an arm around her and pulls the blanket over them. She intertwines her legs with his just as she’s hit with another wall of pure exhaustion.

Hayden is half asleep on the couch, cuddling with Oreo and watching Netflix when the front door opens.

He shoots up into a sitting position, rubbing his left eye with the heel of his hand.

“What time is it?” He asks tiredly.

She immediately drops her bag on the floor and bursts into tears. Hayden is at her side in an instant, he wraps her up in a hug, and she slumps into him.

She’s exhausted. She was exhausted before her shift even started, but it had gone so much longer than she was anticipating (twelve hours), and now it was three thirty in the morning, and her body throbs and feels heavy with fatigue, and she’s desperate for sleep.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m so tired,” she cries.

“Okay, okay, breathe, honey,” he says softly. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

She groans weakly, knees buckling. Hayden catches her with a yelp before she crumples to the floor.

“M’not feeling well, Hayden,” she mumbles, eyes burning with exhaustion.

He scoops her up so that he’s carrying her bridal style, “are you not feeling well because you’re tired, or because you’re sick?”

“I dunno,” she mumbles, shrugging listlessly.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Everyone works on Saturdays.”

“When’s the last time you’ve had a day off?” He demands, putting her on the bed. She flops over on her side and curls into herself.

“Um…eight days, I think.”

He purses his lips, “when do you work?”

“‘leven t’seven.”

“Are you kidding me? Honey, you need to call out tomorrow.”

Zoey mumbles something incoherent, and when Hayden looks down, she’s fast asleep.

She wakes briefly as he changes her into something more comfortable, but by the time he pulls the blankets over her, she’s dead asleep again.

“Zoey, you need to call out of work,” Hayden says, watching from the bed as she stumbles around the room.

“Can’t…needa work…we’re short-staffed…haveta…go,” she mumbles, the room suddenly tilting. She sinks to the floor shakily, getting onto her hands and knees as she lets out a groan of discomfort.

“No,” he says, kneeling next to her, “no you’re done. Call the store and tell them that you’re sorry, but they’ll need to find someone else to cover your shift…and maybe every shift for the next week.”

“I can-”

“-Zoey,” he snaps, “you physically cannot make it to work. You are on the ground, how the hell are you planning on getting to work? I don’t want you driving this tired.”

“I-“

“-You came home in tears, honey. You’re exhausted, call a manager and tell them you can’t make it.”

“I-I…I…okay…Hayden, I really don’t feel well.”

“I know,” he says softly, “you’ll feel better when you get some sleep.”

And they really thinks she just needs to sleep. That is, until she wakes up after a solid eighteen hours at 3 in the morning, feeling like death.

“Hayden,” she rasps, coughing into the blankets.

He inhales sharply, and looks around bleary-eyed, “Huh-wha? …Oh, hey. Look who’s back from the dead.”

“Hey, could you do me a huge favor?” She asks, patting his chest weakly.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I think…um…sleeping didn’t help…could you go get me Advil or something.”

He puts his hand on her forehead and then sucks his teeth, “yeah, you’re running a fever.”

“What time is it?” She asks, going into a spluttering coughing fit.

He attempts to pull her into a sitting position, but she’s so tired and weak, she resembles a rag doll more than she does a human.

“Geez, Zoey,” he winces, “that doesn’t…sound good.”

She groans into the comforter, “you didn’t answer my question.”

She coughs again, and he stacks up a couple of pillows before propping her up on them. He glances at the clock, “it’s…ah…about three thirty.”

Her eyelids droop and she gives a weak little cough, “oh…why were you sleeping so late? Are you okay?”

He blinks, “it’s three thirty in the morning, Zo."

“What?” She squawks, which triggers another coughing fit.

“Relax, it’s okay. You needed it.”

She groans, dropping her head back, “nnnnngh.”

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, kissing her too-warm forehead.

Zoey is pretty sure they’re cursed to never sleep. Before, it was Hayden keeping Zoey up, and now it was the other way around.

By the time morning rolls around, they’re both sleepy and ready to go back to bed. Instead, Zoey is curled up on the couch with a blanket, and Hayden is standing in front of her with his hand on her cheek.

“You want some tea? You’ve been coughing a lot.”

“I can get it…I feel bad I kept you up,” she rasps, “you should go back to sleep.”

He cocks a brow, “you’re not serious, are you?”

“Huh?” She frowns, struggling to get up.

He pushes her back down gently, “Oh my God, Zo, will you just lie down? I’m not even sick anymore. You’re basically dead.”

She groans, “I hate sitting around.”

“I know, but you still have a fever,” he says, crossing his arms. “Just rest and let me take care of you. Please?”

“Okay…but only because I’m exhausted,” she mutters, coughing into her blankets.

“Good. What do you want to eat?”

“Nothing…I’m not hungry.”

“You didn’t eat anything yesterday, you need food. Does anything sound appealing?”

She shakes her head, “could you make me some tea though? My throat is killing me.”

He sighs. Her appetite always goes right out the window when she’s sick, and it’s a struggle to get her to eat anything.

“How about broth or something?”

“I guess.”

“How’s your stomach?”

“S’fine…just not hungry.”

“It’s been a week, Zo,” Hayden frowns, handing her a cup of hot tea.

“Huh?” She frowns, brain fuzzy from the fever.

“You’ve been sick for a week, I don’t think this is just a cold.”

“Colds last seven to ten days,” she mumbles, fully aware that she shouldn’t be this weak and fatigued with a cold.

“You sound like hell.”

“I know.”

“You look like it too.”

“Hayden, stop,” she groans, head throbbing.

“Sorry,” he sighs, “I’m sorry. I just really hate how awful you’re feeling.”

She takes a sip of the tea, before shoving the cup weakly back towards him. She’s too tired to hold it any longer, and just wants to go to sleep.

“All done?”

“M’tired,” she blinks.

Hayden puts it on the coffee table, and then presses his hand to her forehead, “you still have a fever.”

“Figured,” judging by how sluggish and achy she’s feeling, it doesn’t come as much of a shock.

“I think I’m going to call your doctor.”

“Noooo,” she croaks, going into a coughing fit.

“You’ve had a fever for nearly a week. This isn’t just a cold.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she groans, head lolling to the side as her eyelids droop.

“I’m not being dramatic. You haven’t been to work in eight days, you never call out either, I have to practically force you to. We’re going to the doctor.”

“Fine,” she mumbles.

He nods once, “I’m going to go call…try and get some sleep, do you need anything? Want to go back to bed?”

“Don’t wanna move…too tired.”

“Okay,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair before he bends down to kiss her forehead, “I’m really sorry, Zo.”

“For what?”

“Getting you sick…this is my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself, it’s okay.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Just go call the doctor. Stop feeling guilty, I was going to get sick at some point. I’m not mad, you can’t be either.”

“Fine, fine,” he sighs.

“Wow, what a great doctor’s appointment,” Zoey grumbles from the passenger’s seat. “I swear, she’s the most incompetent doctor I’ve ever gone to.”

Hayden glances at her out of the corner of his eye before focusing back on the road, “she wasn’t that bad.”

“She literally listened to my chest for two seconds, shrugged and said ‘I dunno what’s wrong…could be the flu…could need antibiotics.’”

He grimaces, “yeah, she sucked.”

She couldn’t get in to see her regular doctor, so the receptionist got her in to see another one neither of them had heard of before, and it’s soon apparent why.

Zoey coughs miserably, pinching the bridge of her nose, “hey, Hayden?”

“Yeah? You okay?” He asks, looking over at her.

“Could you take me home before you get them? I really just want to lie down…I don’t feel well.”

He frowns, “you sure? The pharmacy is right here.”

“Please?” She asks, sounding so small and tired and broken, his heart aches.

“Yeah, okay…are you feeling worse?”

She nods mutely, curling even tighter into herself as she coughs.

Hayden grips the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turn white. Hopefully the medications help, because he hates seeing her so miserable.

She spends most of the drive home half-asleep, facing the window. When he finally pulls into the driveway, he touches her shoulder.

“Zoey? Wake up, honey,” he says softly, rubbing her back. He manages to get her into the house and lying down before pressing his lips to her forehead, temple and cheek. “Are you good?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles as he pulls the blankets over her.

“I’ll be back soon, text me if you need anything, okay?”

She nods, blinking heavily, “thank you.”

“Zoey…I don’t like this idea.”

“Hayden,” she whines, looking up at him from beneath the blanket with big, fever bright eyes. “Pleeeeeease?”

“You’re still sick.”

“But this is the best part of the holidays,” she croaks weakly before coughing miserably.

“I’m not dragging you around in the freezing cold with that God-awful cough,” he grimaces.

“Haydeeeeennnn.”

“Zoeeeeeeeey,” he mocks, quirking a brow as a smile plays on his lips.

“Shut up you jerk.”

He laughs, “honey, you’ve been sick for two and a half weeks and you’re just getting worse. I think we should be going to the emergency room, not out looking at Christmas lights.”

“We’re going, grab my coat, bitch.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I just want to go look at Christmas lights,” she moans dramatically.

He bursts out laughing, “Zoey."

She shoots him a grin that he thinks is her attempt at flirting, but she looks too miserable and out of it to accomplish what she wants.

Still though, it's an adorable fail.

She bats her eyelashes at him, "hey, hot stuff, you wanna-" she breaks off into a coughing fit.

“Honey,” he sighs.

"Just ten minutes. I just want to look at them," she says, looking at him hopefully.

He purses his lips, "okay. Ten minutes. That's it. Don't try and weasel anymore time out of me.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

He squints at her, “I don’t believe you.”

She chuckles, which turns into a coughing fit, “I really do promise this time…ten minutes is all I can take, I think.”

A few minutes later, he’s shoving a hat over her head, and wrapping a scarf around her neck.

“Hayden, this is overkill,” she whines, voice muffled by the scarf.

“It’s not overkill,” he said, “and if you want to go walk around in the cold while you’re this sick, you’re going to be bundled up.”

It seems like as soon as she’s in the cold air, her coughing increases tenfold, as does Hayden’s worry.

“Zoey.”

“I’m fine,” she croaks between coughs.

“I think we should go back inside.”

“You said I have ten minutes.”

He purses his lips, “fine. Just try not to die on me.”

They lapse into silence, but it’s clear pretty quickly that Zoey is struggling. They’re stopped at the first house in the neighborhood, and Zoey slumps into him, suddenly too exhausted to stand up without help.

“Hey,” he frowns, when she starts coughing again “I know I said ten minutes…but you sound really bad.”

She tries to get out that she’s starting to feel worse, but she can’t stop coughing. She can’t even stop long enough to get in a breath.

Hayden feels his heart pound in his chest when she begins wheezing. This is bad. This is really bad.

“Hayd-“ she croaks out before her lungs are trying to eject themselves from her chest again.

“Alright, we’re going to the emergency room.”

Spots are dotting her vision, and she feels him scoop her up and carry her bridal style. She buries her face in his chest, the coughing finally having subsided.

“I c-can’t breathe,” she wheezes, trying to take another deep breath that just triggers another coughing fit.

“I know.”

“Hayden, it’s not your fault,” she croaks weakly from her hospital bed before resuming coughing.

“You have fucking pneumonia, Zo,” he says, pausing briefly before resuming his pacing. “How did I not know you had pneumonia? You sound awful.”

She just shrugs, too tired from the amount of coughing she’s done. Upon arrival at the emergency room, the doctor had her inhale deeply, and as soon as she did, it trigged a cough that would not subside. She tried stopping for the chest x-ray, but that just made her cough harder. Her chest burns, it’s as if someone had ignited her lungs, and she feels like she’s burning from the inside out.

She’s also exhausted from the fever that had spiked to a worrisome one hundred and four, and left her weak, achy and tired.

Hayden chews on his bottom lip, staring at her with concern etched into his features. She looks so small in the hospital bed, which is what everybody says when describing their loved one in the hospital, but she really does. Especially hooked up to all of the machines.

“Will you just come lay with me?” She chokes out. Hayden nods and climbs onto bed next to her.

“I’m so sorry, Zo.”

“About what?”

“I should have gotten you to the hospital earlier….now you’re going to be stuck in here over Christmas- oh my GOD YOU’RE GOING TO BE STUCK IN HERE OVER CHRISTMAS.”

“Hayden, shut up,” she croaks, coughing into his chest.

“I’m just really sorry.”

“It’s o-“ she breaks off coughing, and grips his shirt tightly. Hayden grimaces and rubs her back, guilt eating at the pit of his stomach.

He has to do something to make up for this - he’s the one who got her sick in the first place, and now she was in the hospital.

“Hayden?” She croaks, opening her eyes.

“Oh you’re up! How are you feeling?” He asks, wheeling around on his heel to look at her.

She just groans before the coughing starts up again.

He grimaces, “I wish you would have slept longer.”

“Me too,” she mumbles, eyelids drooping.

Hayden had sat up with her all night, listening to her cough and sniffle and sneeze. She didn’t even fall asleep until two and a half hours ago, and she’s exhausted.

He walks over to her and presses his hand to her forehead, “you’re still running a fever.”

“Thought so,” she mumbles weakly, coughing harshly into the blankets.

Hayden grimaces, each cough makes him feel even more guilty, because he can’t shake the feeling that it’s his fault she’s in the hospital.

“I decorated your room,” he says, cupping her burning cheek.

“Huh?”

“For Christmas!”

“Oh,” she mumbles sleepily, blinking heavily.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmm,” she nods, closing her eyes. “S’nice.”

Hayden sighs, he knows she’s too miserable and exhausted to really care, but he’s hoping she’ll start feeling better soon and they can enjoy some sort of Christmas celebration together.

“Zoey, wake up,” Hayden says, poking his head in the room. When she doesn’t wake up, he walks over to her, and shakes her with one hand gently, “Zoey, wake up.”

“What do you want?” She slurs, forcing her eyes open. The doctors had finally given her something to suppress the coughing, because she hadn’t been able to sleep for more than a few hours at a time.

“I bought you a present.”

She squints at him, “what are you doing? Why are you holding your jacket like that?”

He opens it, revealing a tiny grey kitten, “look.”

“You…am I hallucinating, or is that a kitten?”

“It’s a kitten!” He cries happily, grinning widely at her. “He doesn’t have a name though.”

“Why…um…why did you buy a kitten?”

“Well, you’ve been wanting one…and I didn’t know what else to do…so I panicked,” he says, placing the kitten on her stomach.

The kitten immediately lets out a tiny ‘meow’ and curls up on her stomach.

“He’s so fucking cute, ohmigod,” she squeaks.

“You like him?”

“Yeah, duh,” she mumbles, scratching him behind the ear.

“What do you want to call him?”

“Um…I dunno…um…Toby?”

“Oooh I like that.”

“Me too,” she coughs lightly, eyelids drooping, ‘m’really tired.”

Hayden kisses her forehead, “get some sleep.”

“Hayden?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you…I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#Hayden and zoey #OCs #sickfic #pneumonia #fever #coughing #I need to get off my ass and do homework bc i'm running out of days rip

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nico-meridius · 7 years

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Afternoon Fic - Option 3 (Timestamp - Part 1)

Okay so technically this Afternoon Fic finished on Part 15 ... But of course they just couldn’t stop there - so there is two Timestamps.

This is Part One

***

It had been six months since they were officially married.

Six months of dealing with the Numbers, building assets, and the CIA.

Harold wasn't thrilled Nathan had gotten involved in their little scheme, but he had to admit he had taken to helping the numbers with gusto. Nathan became their ace in the hole, much like Zoey, the fact the two are still dating shocked the two of them.

Lionel was starting to show his cop colors. He was a good man - John just needed to drag him out of the corruption of HR.

Elias was something neither wanted to talk too much about, especially his interest in John. Harold took to growling when the man's name was even mentioned.

Joss Carter had proven a good asset, understanding over time the need to slide across the line to get things done. Unfortunately, her realization came with almost handing John over to the CIA.

They hadn't realized that John's prints were run through the system, after the bar fight on the night they were reunited. They sent enough flags up, that she'd been assigned the case.

It was enough to alert Snow that one John Reese was not nearly as dead as they had hoped. As they wove their tale to Carter, she had suspicions about the whole thing. She had seen the wedding ring on John's hand, when he had saved her from her informant, and knew this wasn't a 'cold blood' killer they were making him out to be. Their mistake had been when they mentioned he had killed his partner … lover Kara Stanton.

If there was one thing Carter had figured out, John was loyal. She at that moment didn't know who he was married to, but knew there was no way he would betray them.

When he had called to hand over the suspects at St. George hospital, she warned him. The problem was the CIA had bugged her phone. That night she learned who wore the matching ring, and part of her wanted to laugh at how obvious it was … Burdett aka Finch.

Harold had snatched his bleeding husband from Snow, while Nathan picked up Megan and got her to the safe house. She patched him up, and while he recovered she yelled at him for scaring Harold. John just held her hand, while she ranted.

Their friendship fascinated Harold.

The fact she was dating Grace still threw him for a loop.

In a few weeks he was back working the Numbers.

Then came Caroline Turning.

John found himself in the back of the squad car with Fusco and Carter, both yelling at him about them not knowing about the other. He introduced them to each other, getting double glares, and with a smirk he blew the HR car behind them.

"It's been a pleasure how about coffee later?"

Carter shifted in the driver's seat to stare at him. "What I can't tell is if you're being serious."

Lionel snorted. "Well at least he talks to you more civilized. I get the creepy stalker voice."

"Seriously coffee, next week." He got out of the car, and made his way towards parking lot, in search of a car.

Just as he slid into the nearest Camry, his phone started going off. He glanced down to see 'Admin Locator App' going off.

"Harold?" He opened the application, street map popped up showing a car moving out of the city. "What's going on?"

'Caroline Turning aka Root.' The Machine sent a text message. 'Did not see threat until too late. She used my system against me.'

"Dangerous."

'Quickest route to intercept.'

"I'm going to need a bigger car." John looked up to see some skinheads get out of their hyped up truck and headed into some dive bar. "That works."

***

Harold sat in the back of the town car, wondering exactly how he ended up in this situation. First there was Alicia, who was not dealing with the concept of 'The Machine' at all. Though he had no love loss for the woman, seeing her shot in front of him had shocked him. Enough of one, that Miss Turning had been able to pull him out of the car, handcuff him, and push him into the back seat … well at least she put on his seatbelt.

Which was good for him, because he had no idea how John was going to react to his kidnapping.

No, he took that back.

He knew exactly how his husband was going to react to his kidnapping, and it wasn't going to end well for Miss Turning.

He knew how he reacted to the CIA shooting his husbands. He broke enough traffic laws, and hadn't really cared. John on the other hand … traffic laws were the least of his worries.

"This is going to be great Harry!" She smiled over her shoulder at him. "You'll see we'll be one happy family, you, me and your machine. She's so beautiful. So much better than humans."

"I'm already spoken for."

"You mean the redhead that dumped you?" She gave him a smirk. "I know all about Grace, and that she broke up with you."

"Actually…"

"Oh you mean your puppy." Root rolled her eyes. "He's good and all, but he's got no real bite. By the time he figures out I'm not a sweet and innocent victim, we'll be out of the city. He won't be able to find you."

"Obviously you don't know anything about Mr. Reese." Harold's eyes narrowed at the woman.

"Harry. He's a grunt, a dime a dozen…." She turned her head to face him, ranting off about the inability for someone like John to think ahead. He was only meant to point and shoot, and look pretty if you liked that kinda of thing.

Harold tried to relax his body.

He saw the impact coming.

Root frowned at Harry's expression forcing her to focus back on driving, only to see a large black truck in the middle of the road, she slammed on the brakes skidding straight into it's side, rocking both vehicles.

John had watched the car slam into the truck, he cringed only slightly at what the impact would do to Harold. He was moving towards the sedan before it came to a shuttering stop. Without thought he pulled his gun, and shot through the driver's side window, finishing off Miss Turning. He settled the gun at the base of his spine, and made his way around the car, opening the back passenger door.

"Hey honey."

"John." He looked up at him cringing.

"Let's get you out of here, and take a trip to see Megan. She can yell at you this time." He gently helped Harold out of the car, unhooked the cuffs and slipping them into his coat pocket. "What did she want?"

"Me and The Machine."

"You're already spoken for." John wrapped an arm around his husband leading him across the street. He leaned him against an old Pontiac as he shimmed the lock to get Harold inside.

Root hadn't noticed that the lights and signs had led her into a deserted area, straight into John's trap. The Machine was also spoken for, and didn't appreciate it's Admin being kidnapped.

He buckled Harold in, ran a hand down his chest and side, making sure there were no broken or cracked ribs.

"I'm fine," he assured him.

"I'll let Megan see to that." John stood up and whistled.

Harold watched as a big brown dog came from around the corner, straight for them. John opened the back passenger door and commanded him to get in. He then made his way to the driver's side, and slid behind the wheel. A few seconds later they were leaving the scene, all footage from the cameras in the area had been deleted.

Harold looked at the panting dog, then at his husband.

"I stole the truck from some white supremacist. Bear was in the back seat, decided to keep him. Figured I could train him to eat people who get too close to you."

Harold looked at the dog, then at his husband.

"He needs a bath."

Bear whined, laying his head on Harold's shoulder. He only sighed, before reaching up and petting him softly. The grin on John's face was enough to make him take the dog in. He couldn't help the snort, only married six months and already with a kid.

John got out of Megan's way as she pushed past him to get to her patient. "I'm going to be working for you two full time if you keep this up!" She gave Harold a glare, shutting him up instantly. "Did you have to ram him with a car?"

"I didn't." John shrugged. "She wasn't paying attention to the road."

Megan wanted to be pissed, but she was more scared that someone had actually kidnapped Harold. "Well at least you had your seatbelt on."

Harold just nodded, knowing not to argue with his doctor.

John looked down at his buzzing phone, stepping out of the small clinic room, moving towards the front lobby. Harold had set Megan up in a clinic in an area it was much needed. Andrea was working next door, for legal purposes, and Josef had taken to guarding the area. John was kinda proud of the guy, and didn't mention that between the cameras and security system Harold set up no one was breaking in to the growing clinic.

"Carter, didn't I just talk with you?"

'I'm going to take a while guess that the stolen truck and dead woman has nothing to do with you?' She barked into the phone.

"Why would you think it would?"

'Description of a man in a suit who beat the crap out of some white supremicists, who said you stole their truck and dog.' He could hear the exasperation and humor in her tone. 'And look I find the truck at a scene of a hit and run.'

"Wow Detective seems like you're having a bad day."

'John!'

"The woman took Harold."

There was a pause, then cursing. "I'm not going to find any evidence."

"No." He answered honestly.

'Where's the dog?' She asked with a sigh.

"Getting a checkup and a bath. He's ex-military, you know how Harold is about taking in former military."

She laughed. 'Is Harold okay?'

"He's in good hands detective."

'You owe me more than coffee!' With that she hung up.

John chuckled, he was halfway out the door to talk to Josef, when his phone buzzed. He glanced down to see a picture of Kara Stanton.

'Regency Hotel Room #334.'

'What does she want?' He typed back, moving towards Josef, knowing he was going to need some weapons.

'Revenge.'

He couldn't blame her not really, but she was a threat to him and Harold. He texted Megan telling her he had a Number, and to take care of Harold. Grabbed Josef, told him to watch the place then took a few of his weapons.

The Machine guided him into the hotel, avoiding detection from all the cameras. He slipped into the hotel room, slightly startled to see Snow tied up to a chair. Mark's eyes narrowed at him, then he began to demand John to release him.

He gagged him instead.

It was an hour later, when the door opened.

He gave her credit for not flinching outwardly, only way he knew she was startled was by the way her hand gripped the door.

John was sitting in the chair gun resting on his knee, he gave her a big smile. "Hello Kara."

Continued

#rinch #harold finch #john reese #afternoon fic #option 3 #poi husbands #alternate universe

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clevernewdimension · 7 years

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Inhumans Part Thirteen

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Epilogue P1.

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4.4K

AN: Let me know how you feel after reading this part. I’d love to hear it!

“Alright,” Baekhyun says, sitting at his desk. Luhan took another one of the spare chairs, sitting close enough to see but still between Baek and the door. The younger of the two hands him a headset so he could hear them. “In fifteen minutes, the siege will start. I’ll tell you when it does, and then I’ll hack into their systems. Wait until I tell you that I’m in before you all do anything, am I clear?” “Yes,” Junmyeon says, standing along the dark and wet abandoned tunnel. They arrived at the door, waiting to see what happens. Everyone is standing, waiting for Baekhyun’s signal. “I think I’m going to head back,” Neon says, looking at everyone. “I just… I’m pretty useless, honestly. I’d just be in the way.” Yixing looks at her, nodding, “Thank you. I… I could never repay you for your help.” Neon nods, putting her hands in her jean pockets nervously. “I… Xing, just… make sure you don’t kill yourself trying to do this. Help Y/N, but don’t get yourself killed doing it.” She nods, “Same goes for all of you. When this is over… I’m going home and I’d really like to see you all again, so if you all could not die that would be great.” Jongdae smiles, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry,” He says with a grin, “We’ll visit and annoy the hell out of you for sure!” “I’ll take it if it means you’re all OK,” Neon says with a small smile. “And when you all visit… call me Zoey. It’ll be nice to have my actual name again.” “Will do,” Chanyeol says with a huge smile. Sehun places his head on top of Junmyeon’s, leaning against him. He nervously taps his fingers which are wrapped around the leader now. “It’ll be OK,” Junmyeon whispers so that only Sehun hears, attempting to comfort the youngest man he’s had to drag out of the darkest of thoughts. He feels Sehun’s fingers stop for a moment, before continuing even faster. With a sigh, he reaches up, taking hold of one of his hands. Sehun was like a little brother to him. Most of them were his brothers, but he felt especially protective over Sehun. “Any minute now,” Baekhyun says, typing away at his computer. Luhan sat there, juggling pens with his power, trying not to think of the danger they were all about to be in. He was listening out for any noises that didn't come from them. Luhan couldn’t help but feel like he’s forgotten something important. Every now and again he’ll get a flash from his memories when he was being controlled, and he remembers seeing something that, in his own thoughts, had him extremely upset. Baekhyun could sense that Luhan was tense about something, but thought it was best to let him work it out unless he spoke about it. After all, how are you supposed to comfort a person who was being controlled to do things they regret? A loud bang on the computer screen caught Baekhyun’s attention. In a split-second, he started typing away. His fingers moving fast across the keys, the security feeds from Kiyoung’s labs popping up on the screen. The hidden door opens, the mechanical lock coming undone as it opens inward. “Alright,” Junmyeon says as Sehun lets him go. “We don’t know what we’re walking into, if they have any Inhumans in there to keep us back. Anything you see, you tell everyone else. We also have to try to free the other Inhumans as well.” “Got it,” Minseok says. “Chanyeol, you lead the group and Jongdae, you follow behind and watch our backs,” Junmyeon says, “If you see anything that seems unusual, tell the rest of us. The only way we’ll make it out is if we communicate.” Chanyeol lead the group, fire crackling in his hands. Sehun after him, then Jongin. Junmyeon and Yixing after, Then Kyungsoo, Minseok and Jongdae bringing up the back.

A loud bang, the room shaking. My eyes open wide, wondering if I actually did it. I looked back at the small gun in my hand. I bring a hand to the side of my head, feeling no hole or blood. Wiping my tears away, I throw the gun onto the mattress. I watch as people are rushing around, moving to two separate parts of the labs. I look ahead, seeing my mother standing completely still with a gun. She was still, not moving at all.

My hands shaking, I close my eyes, trying to remember all that's recently happened. “I know you're still in there,” I say out loud, lying back down, trying to stop myself from getting sick from the memories as my body throbs in pain.

A small girl was running, dressed in completely white. She looked scared and terrified. She came to a cross section of halls, running into someone.

“Hey,” Jongin says, catching the small girl, “Hey, it’s OK, we’re not going to hurt you!” “Ahead,” Chanyeol says, “Another one!” Fire was leaving his palms in a stream, roasting another man. It was like dragon’s fire, hot and dangerous. Sehun reached forward, his face in a frown. He could feel the bit of air he wanted, pulling it out. He watched as the new man gashed, the air leaving his lungs. Sehun creates a tornado around his head, making it impossible for him to breathe in. It didn’t take long for the man to die of suffocation. “Please,” The small girl said, tears running down her face. “Help me! They want to hurt me!” She had a cut on her forehead, limping now as the adrenaline is running low. “Hey,” Yixing says, “It’s OK.” He crouches down, placing his hands on her shoulders. He let the healing energy flow, feeling her wounds heal, but there was something still off about her. Yixing put it together a second too late as the girl reaches back, slamming a needle into his neck.

A loud bang comes from the entrance. Luhan stops spinning the pens in the air, pointing them to the door. It opens, and he sees Neon standing there, gasping for air. “It’s me,” She says in English, slipping out of Korean for a moment, before remembering to use it again. “It’s a fucking war zone out there!” Baekhyun didn’t look away from the computer as he attempts to find the one in Y/N’s cell. His eyes watering from his lack of blinking. He gasps, “There, I found her!” He locates the cameras around her cell, “Who is that outside her cell?” Neon looks over as Luhan peaks at the person. He gasps as if he was punched in the stomach. Suddenly, memories flash in his mind as he sees Nayeon being tortured. He hears her screams as she’s finally killed. He remembers helping her death look like an accident, slamming the two cars together with his power. Luhan remembers them bringing her back like they did him, making her be their nurse. The hand on his shoulder pulls him out of his memories, tears coming from his eyes. “What is it,” Baekhyun asks, looking him in the eyes. “Nayeon,” Luhan gasps, “That’s Nayeon!”

Neon jumps back, the door slamming open that she just came through. The pens Luhan had rush forward, stabbing one of the men as the other raises his gun. Baekhyun pulls Neon to him, bullets hitting the computer. The ones that were going to hit them, Luhan stopped in midair. “If you could do that,” Baekhyun starts. “A sniper shot is significantly faster,” Luhan explain, sending the bullets back into the man before them. “And I didn’t know it was coming!” “No,” Baekhyun says, looking towards the computer. “NO!” He slams his fists down angry that it was completely dead before them. “We have to go,” Neon says, pulling him. “No,” Baekhyun says, “I’m not letting them run us from the one place we felt safe!” He looks over at Luhan, “We can’t let them destroy this place.” Luhan nods, “Alright… but it may get bad.”

Yixing shoves her back with all his might, feeling the warm liquid spread under his skin. He braces himself against the wall, the world becoming a blur. “Yixing,” Minseok yells, moving to him as Kyungsoo quickly grabs the small girl, holding her so she can’t escape. Jongin picks up the needle, looking at it. He frowns, throwing it against the ground, making it shatter. “She used the thing that blocks his power!” “Why,” Kyungsoo asks, holding her as she trashed against him. “She’s being controlled,” Yixing mutters, “Don’t hurt her, she’s… she’s not in control of herself!” “Are you alright,” Sehun asks, looking at him as he regains composure, the medicine’s side effect going away. “Yeah,” Yixing answers, “But what are we going to do about her?” Their ear pieces squeal, Baekhyun’s voice coming through, but breaking up with static. “Gu… there’s a per… it’s...eon!” “We can’t hear you,” Kyungsoo said, looking around at the empty cell. He places the small girl in it, pushing the button on the outside, and closing the door as the small kids slams her fists against the clear wall. The pieces in their ear squeal loudly, causing them to take it out of their ears. The pieces now completely silent. “Fuck,” Junmyeon says, cursing loudly. “Without Baekhyun telling us where to go, we’ll never find her in these huge labs!” “Then it’s simple, isn’t it,” Minseok says, looking at them all, “We split up.” “How will we get back to each other and out,” Jongdae asks, shooting lightning towards another guard that came rushing up. The sparks hitting the man, the electricity humming loudly. “I can picture people and go to them,” Jongin offers, “But the problem is I can’t do it a bunch. We’ll have to find a new way to communicate.” “The guards have walkie-talkies,” Sehun says, picking up the one from the guard he killed. “Next one to show up, don’t roast him or do anything that will ruin it.” It didn't take them long to run into another guard. Minseok grabs the second walkie-talkie, freezing the man completely after taking it. “I’ll be one group. Junmyeon another. When we find her, we’ll say it over this. Channel four.” “I’ll go with Minseok,” Chanyeol says. Jongdae puts an arm around Junmyeon, “Looks like I’m with you.” “I don’t care what team I’m on,” Sehun says, “But I’m not leaving Yixing, so I’ll go with whoever he does.” “I’m going with Junmyeon,” Yixing says, “Just… I can’t heal you all if something happens. We don’t know how long this stuff works. Be careful, please.” There was a moment of them not saying anything as they all hug one another, silently wishing that they all come out of this fine. They took a moment to look at one another, knowing this could be the last time they see each other alive. As they kept searching, the knot in Yixing's stomach began to grow as he started feeling ill. Turning the corner, he sees a cell with a woman outside of it, as he looks in, sitting there, her back to the wall, was the person he was willing to sacrifice everything for. He yelled out, sprinting ahead of everyone as Sehun followed closely behind. He glances in an audible gasp comes from his mouth as he looks at her. She had bandages all over. Her arms, her legs, her neck, her face, anywhere that could be seen there was a bandage. Her hair was a mess, like she fell asleep with it wet. She was thinner than before, with dark circles under her eyes. Yixing’s eyes filled with tears, a sense of overwhelming joy that she was still alive. He bangs on the wall, but her eyes don’t move as she stares blankly ahead. He looks to the woman, grabbing her arm, “Open this door now!” With robotic movements, she moves and opens the wall. Yixing was looking ahead at her as Sehun finally caught up, just in time to see the woman pull a gun and hold it directly to Yixing’s temple.

The walls started to move, I noticed, as it took everything in my power to move my head to look forward. My eyes widen, seeing Yixing standing there as I try to tell myself that this can’t be a dream. That he’s really here, just as I see my mother pull the gun at him. “No,” I try to yell, but it comes out barely above a whisper, “Please! I know you’re in there!” Jongdae glares at the woman in front of him, “Let him go!” His hands have an electrical current running between them, sparks flying off. “No,” I scream, Sitting up, painfully. Tears fill my eyes as I try to fight against the exhaustion. “You can’t kill her!” “Why not,” Junmyeon asks, glaring at the woman. Sehun glances at me, seeing how desperate I was to stop not only her from hurting Yixing, but from them hurting her, send a gust of wind up, knocking the red visor off. His heart freezes for a moment, seeing Nayeon standing there, blinking but completely unfazed. “Please,” Junmyeon says, placing a hand on Jongdae’s shoulder. “We don’t want to hurt you!” “We’ll that’s a shame, really,” A voice says, walking up confidently behind Nayeon, “Because, If I want her to, she will most certainly hurt you.” Stepping forward from his hiding spot around the corner or a wall, Kiyoung strides confidently. He smirks at the four men in front of him, reaching and placing a hand on my mother’s shoulder. His eyes full of worry as more gunshots could be heard around us. I reach over for the small gun beside me, holding it in shaky hands. Kiyoung notices, pulling my mother so that she was a shield from me, too. “You all couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you,” Kiyoung says, glaring at the four men. Yixing’s hands clench into fists. “Oh, you’re angry? What, That’ I took her,” He asks, gesturing toward me. He smirks, “Well, your anger is misplaced. You see, I didn’t do anything to her. All those injuries were provided by Mommy dearest,” He says with a laugh, looking like an absolute snake. “I’ll kill you,” Yixing says, his hands still shaking. “You either leave now, or you’ll be dead!” “A man with a gun to his head has no room to make demands,” Kiyoung laughs. “Then I’ll make them,” Sehun says, taking a step forward. I take a look at everyone, seeming them really for the first time. They all looked tired and angry. Some had a few cuts, and I notice Junmyeon keeping his weight off one leg. The gun in my hand shakes as I wipe tears from my eyes. Kiyoung smirks, “I honestly just came here to tell you all I’m leaving. You see, I’ve decided to take my interests elsewhere.” He turns on his foot, “Nayeon, if any of them make a move to stop me, kill the one you have a gun on. Once I’m gone… well, kill him anyways, I suppose.” Kiyoung turned and started to walk away. Sehun moved, Junmyeon takes his shoulder and kills him back, but my Mom’s finger goes tense on the trigger, almost pulling it, but hesitating for a moment. “Mom please,” I scream, begging. “Don’t kill him! You know Yixing! You know all of them! Please, you can’t kill him!” I watch as her face goes to confusion as her hand starts to shake. Kiyoung was now completely out of sight. I raise the gun, pointing it at my mom. “Please,” I yell, tears falling from my eyes, “Don’t make me do this!” She looked like she was having a huge internal battle as Jongdae was also begging her not to do anything. Yixing just looked at me, “Y/N…” “No,” I yell, looking at him, “Don’t say anything!” My mother’s face goes back to robotic and I knew she was going to kill him. A loud bang goes off. A bit of smoke in the air, the smell of a fired gun. I watch as there is more red than I’ve seen in week come forth, pouring to the floor as a body falls limply. I look at the gun in my hands as they still sting from the shot. Ignoring my pain, I get up and run over, tears falling down my face. “Mom,” I yell, my hands covering the spot on her stomach where I shot her. “Mom please, I… I’m sorry!” For the first time since I’ve seen her alive again, she smiled, “Y/N, my sweet girl… you did the right thing.” I could feel myself quickly become hysterical, “Mom please don’t die!” The amount of blood coming from her, the bullet must have hit an artery. If something didn’t happen quickly, she was going to die. I could sense someone crouches beside me, a hand on my shoulder. I look up into Yixing’s eyes. They are wide with terror, thinking for a moment he had been shot. “Yixing,” I gasp out, “You… you can heal! Heal her!” “I can’t,” He whispers, shaking his head as he looked away from me back at my mom. “What do you mean you can’t! Yixing please, she's dying! Why won’t you heal her?!” I scream, taking one hand off my mom’s wound, grabbing his arm, blood completely coating my hand. “Why won’t you help her?!” “I can’t,” He yells, looking up at me, his eyes filled with tears. “They injected me with something! I. Can’t.” My mother reached up, touching his face, “Don’t blame yourselves… Y/N, I love you… I love them too but you are the light of my life and I… I’m so sorry for what he made me do!” “Mom, I don’t blame you,” I say, looking into her eyes, seeing them well up with tears at my words. I turn, looking up at Junmyeon, “We have to get her somewhere!” “Y/N,” Yixing mutters, putting a hand on my back. “If we can get Jongin here, we can get her to a hospital and I can-” “Y/N,” Yixing yells, sorrow making his voice crack. The sound of how broken he sounded was something I was never going to forget. Looking down, I see my mother’s lifeless eyes staring up. “No,” I say, leaning forward, “Mom, wake up. You’re still there! Wake up! Please!” A loud bang happened, making Junmyeon looks at Sehun. “We have to go,” He yells, getting the walkie-talkie. Yixing stands, taking my arm in his hand. I pull back, “I’m not leaving her!” “Y/N,” He says, his voice strained. His hand was grasping my arm is trembling. “No, there has to be something!.” I say, trying hard to see through my tears. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” He says, his voice tense and hard. Suddenly, he forcibly yanks me to my feet and picks me up over his shoulder. My screams make my raw throat hurt more as I kept yelling everything and anything I could. My fists pounding against his back as I try to convince him to turn back around. I fight against his grip as we start to get further and further from my mother. I scream and yell until my voice is hoarse, until I no longer see her anymore. My sobs were uncontrollable once I couldn’t see her. I tried to speak but all the words were unintelligible, even to myself. The next few hours were a blur. I don’t remember what happened after the death of my mother. We got out of there, getting back to the old hide out. My eyes opened, looking around, seeing myself covered in bright colors. The pieces started to fall back together. I remember being teleported here by Jongin, being forced into the shower by Sehun… I remember Baekhyun trying to get me to eat, but I refused. I remember trying to stay away in Yixing’s arms as he carried me somewhere, before seeing me down and kissing my forehead softly. But that’s where my memory ends.

I sit up, realizing that I was in Yixing’s clock tower, but the person beside me wasn’t Yixing. Sehun glanced over, nodding. He looked tired as he sat there, his legs pulled to his chest. His eyes were red, but his face looked calm. He reaches over, grabbing a bag of fast food, setting it between us. “Eat,” He demands, “You need to eat. You will die of starvation if you keep this up. We all didn’t risk our lives for you so that you could die like this.” My throat was sore as I spoke, “Is everyone… are you all fine?” He laughs sadly, “Fine? If you mean to ask if we’re all alive, then yes. Once the serum wore off of Yixing, He healed all of our wounds. He has a pretty nasty cut on his side he didn’t even realize he had, but Baek took care of that. Before he healed us, The only one of us that got hurt were Minseok. Got a new scar across his back he’s quite proud of.” I open the bag and eat silently for the next few minutes as Sehun tells me what’s going on. The government has been overthrown and other countries are opening their borders to Inhumans who no longer wish to live here anymore. All of those who killed and tested on Inhumans who were not killed have been taken into custody, except Kiyoung. “That snake manages to get away just in time,” Sehun growls as I finish the last bite of my cheeseburger. “You hinted at you’re all not fine,” I say, looking down at my hands. Sehun pulls me to him, an arm over my shoulder. He just pats me gently, comforting like a friend. “He’s… He’s not fine at all.” “Take me to him,” I say, looking up at him. “Take me to Yixing!” The look of guilt flashed in his eyes, “Y/N… He’s not here.” “Then where is he? Take me to see him, I need to help him!” I argue, getting out of his grasp, looking at him in the eyes. He reaches over, grabbing a laptop, setting it in front of me. I ask him what’s going on, he just types in the password, put in an external drive before pressing on something, before quickly going down stairs. I hear the door close, leaving me with the laptop. Looking back at the screen, I see it was a video. I press play. The camera was focused on a wall, before Yixing moved it and it was pointing at him sitting in a chair. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes, even darker than before. He looks at the camera, “I… I know you’re going to be angry once you see this. You may even hate me but… I just. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He runs his hand through his hair, not even looking at the camera. “I just need some time. I know you’ll be upset but I just can’t. I can’t be next to you knowing that, at the moment when you needed me most, I failed you.” It hurt watching tears fall from his eyes in the video as I remained still, not moving, not even blinking. “When you looked at me, after shooting your own mother to save me, asking why I wouldn’t help you… I can’t get that out of my head.” Yixing wipes his eyes, head in his hands, “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I know she said not to blame myself but how could I not? If I wasn’t stupid, I could have saved her. You wouldn’t have to suffer like this… Like I did with my mother. It reminded me of my mom and I…,” His voice cracks as he takes a moment to regain his composure. “I can’t look at myself in the mirror without hating myself. I can’t look at you without hating myself. I can’t look at anyone there without despising everything about me.” My tears started to fall as I kept silent. “Don’t blame any of the guys, they didn’t know I was doing this. They found out in a similar way, too.” His voice calming down as he played with the necklace my mother gave me, which is in his hands. “I’m sorry I took this. I left something precious of mine on the bedside table for you too. I… I left you that so that you could know that we’ll see each other again. Sort of as an insurance. That ring was my mother’s. She had it since she was a girl. I kept it safe in the box under my bed. I just wanted something to remember you by while I’m gone.” “I don’t know how long I will be gone. I just need some time alone. To sort out myself… to fix myself.” He finally looks into the camera, tears still falling from his face. “You deserve someone who isn’t completely broken. So, I’m fixing myself, and when I do, I’ll be back.” He smiles sadly, “I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything and anyone. I know I said I’ll always be there for you, but… I have to do this for myself. I wouldn’t have left you if it meant you’d be alone, but you’re not going to be.” He smiles to himself, “Take care of them for me. They always manage to get themselves into trouble.” The joking tone of his voice doesn’t make me smile at all as tears fell silently down my face. My heart was beating so loud as I found it hard to breathe. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t need it. I don’t expect anything, and I’ll understand if you decide to stop waiting for me for however long it will be or if you move on. I will always love you. Nothing will ever change that.” He smiles at the camera one last time before the video ends. I stare at the screen blankly, taking the drive out, knowing the video was in there. I yell resentfully, throwing the laptop against the wall, seeing the screen shatter and the power turn off. My tears turn into sobs which turn into scream of agony. I hear the door downstairs open, feet rushing up at this time, when I looked over, seeing Minseok there. He calmly takes me in his arms, trying to comfort me as I spend what feels like an eternity sobbing and crying out for Yixing.

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Different Kind of Dynamite [8]

Alexandria opened her mouth but it was my voice that said, “For the tenth billionth time me and Eric are not dating.” The two of us were driving from Anaheim to Texas where the next round of Raw shows will be taking place. Katrina decided to ride with Fergal so it was Alex and I in the car we’re in now.

“Honestly, I wasn’t going to say anything about that. I was going to ask why the Hell did you allow Eric in your corner and not either me or Kat or the both of us for that matter?” Alexandria questioned.

“I didn’t even want him there – I was perfectly fine with me being out there on my own and trying to overcome the Bitch twins. However, Eric wanted to cause he was in the same boat as you and Kat over how he didn’t trust Zoey being out there and…yeah,” I explained.

Alex shrugged her shoulders in an ‘okay’ kind of way. Silence blanketed us for a little bit before Alex said in a sing-song voice, “Faith and Eric sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-OW!” I smacked her in the stomach, prompting her to yell out in pain. “What the Hell was that for?” She questioned.

I opened up my mouth to say something but nothing came out, not wanting to fight Alex and even Katrina on the matter of my love life. More silence blanketed the two of us with the only noise that’s being made is the music coming out of Alex’s iPhone connected with the aux cord. After a little bit of time went by, my phone decided to go off out of nowhere. I grabbed it out of my sweater pocket and saw that it was a text from Colby.

To: Faith From: Colby

Hey :). What’s up?

“Who is that? Kat?” Alexandria questioned.

“Nope.”

“Eric?”

“Nope.”

“Jon?”

“How about you mind your damn business Anoa’I,” I answered with a joking laugh added to it. I glanced back down onto my phone screen and tried to figure out what to say to Colby as a response. Once I figured that out, my fingers went to work and sent that response.

To: Colby From: Faith

Hey. Nothing much, just riding with Alex on our way to Texas. Hbu?

Just as I was about to put my phone away, my phone instantly went off.

“Okay that is definitely Eric,” Alexandria stated.

I rolled my eyes and checked my phone again. “I swear to God you love to act like a handful. Thank God Kat isn’t here.”

“What?” Alexandria asked. “I’m just happy that you and Katrina wanted to be friends with me since I was the TNA outsider when WWE signed me,” Alexandria explained.

“Which is an awesome idea because you’re one of the only few people that I can tolerate without wanting to viciously murder them,” I said as my eyes were still locked onto my phone screen.

To: Faith From: Colby

Same here but with Claudio(Cesaro). Can I ask you a question?

I saw Alexandria open her mouth to say something but I beat her to the punch. “If I tell you who’s texting me, will you shut up about it?” with a slight joking tone laced in my voice as I looked up at her. Alexandria nodded her head in a ‘yes’ motion. “Colby.”

Alexandria didn’t say anything for a little bit. When she did she asked, “Kat’s brother Colby? The one that—“

“Yeah that one. He just randomly texted me out of nowhere and yeah,” I answered. I looked back down on my screen and answered his text.

To: Colby From: Faith

Yeah sure. What’s up?

To: Faith From: Colby

Nothing too too important that you need to worry about. I was just wondering that when you get to the hotel, maybe you want to hang out? Just two friends, nothing too awkward for you. If I start to get touchy feely or anything, I give you my hundred percent permission to kick the living daylights out of me LOL. If you don’t want to, that’s completely fine with me :).

“What does Colby want now?” Alexandria questioned.

“Apparently to hang out once I get to the hotel or something along those lines,” I answered. “I don’t know what he has in mind but he promises me that if he gets touchy feely – his words, not mine – I get to beat the crap out of him,” I quickly added.

“Faith—“

“What?” I questioned.

“Nothing,” she answered. “Just be careful about what you’re doing,” she stated. “Or at least, don’t tell Kat this if you’re going to go through with it. I mean, from what she told me about what happened, she would have no hesitation in killing her own flesh and blood family member if he would ever hurt her best friend,” she nodded her head slightly towards me, referring to me in the process.

I opened my mouth to question what she’s talking about, but closed it. With the music playing in the background, I sent Colby my response to him.

To: Colby From: Faith

As you absolutely sure about what you said about giving me permission to kick the crap out of you if you get all touchy feely with me?

To: Faith From: Colby

I am absolutely sure about that.

A sign escaped from my lips as I thought about my answer. The first thing that came to my head was what I responded to him with.

To: Colby From: Faith

I’ll think about it.

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AN: Sorry for the chapter looking like it was all over the place and being all crazy, I was suffering from a writers block with this chapter and this is what my brain reproduced. Thank you for those who read :)

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Did You Doubt the Curve of the Earth | Part 4

MOOD MUSIC

It had been a long night for everyone. The house was so full of people it was hard to know when one was actually being helpful or if they were simply in the way. Zoey had found that she’d begun to fit in the latter category, thus when Addison had arrived finally, Zoey had taken over for Mark with Adam. She sits with the little boy in her lap looking at story books while waiting for the appropriate time to take him to meet his little sister. “Wow bud, you have some really cool books– would you mind if I borrowed this one?” She asks the sleepy looking child softly.

“You can borrow my book Aunt Zoey.” He tells her craning his neck to look up at her. He knows that he’s getting a little sister but he’s very tired. He begins to wonder when he’ll be allowed to go to bed.

“Well thank you, that’s very considerate little man.” She smiles. She can relate to how tired Adam must be but knows that it’s going to be a while yet.

He watches her interact with his nephew for a while before he even makes his presence known. From her sweet and spicy scent, he isn’t sure what type of fae she is. But then, he knows he saw her eyes flash blue earlier, narrowing down the options. If he had to guess, he’d say she were a succubus but never the less the smell is just as pleasant as its owner seems to be.

He’s snapped free of his thoughts as his younger brother enters the room in a hurry. He watches him speak quietly to his younger son and nod toward the elder. He waits for them to leave again, still watching the other fae on the couch. As instructed, she wakes up the elder titan king. “What?!” The old man rouses in annoyance.

“Sorry Lee.” Zoey fires back, her own voice laced with irritation as her eyes flare. “Your granddaughter just entered the world-- thought you’d like to know.” She snarks, seeming completely unafraid of the other fae that could kill any of them soon as look at them.

Emma’s father seems to come to his senses, shooting the succubus an apologetic smile. “Guess I better get up there--” He heaves himself out of the other easy chair in the room. He mutters an apology under his breath as he follows after the others who left the room moments ago.

When they’re finally alone, he clears his throat. “You must be brave.” Aryn teases airily.

There’s a jolt of movement from the fae as Dyson’s mysterious older brother emerges from the shadows. She’d met him a few times in the past long ago but she’d never been able to get a read on him. Emma seemed fond of him even if Dyson seemed to despise him. There was an obvious power struggle between the brothers, both of them too much of an alpha and too far gone down the path of being a lone wolf. “I’ve known that family since I was a girl-- he doesn’t scare me.” She counters nonchalantly.

Aryn laughs from behind her, with such a sense of warmth she’s not sure what to think anymore. Then again, she hasn’t always been the biggest fan of his little brother because of all he’d put Emma through. She supposes after everything though, maybe it was time to forgive. She turns to the elder Thornwood and offers a fatigued smile before rising from the couch and stretching. She isn’t sure what she should say to him if anything. She hardly knows the man and Dyson always seems so wary of him.

“Guess you made it just in time for all the excitement.” She comments conversationally.

Aryn is relieved that if she shares similar sentiments toward him as most everyone else, she remains polite. The corners of his mouth tug upward again with a slight nod. “I’ve been around for more than it would seem at first glance. But no doubt I missed plenty of ‘the excitement.’ However, if you ask me, this occasion is long overdue.” He replies vaguely.

Zoey’s eyebrows pull together at his words, her head tilting to the side in thought. “How do you mean?” She asks, stifling a yawn. She knows that they should probably both be upstairs with everyone else but she’s so exhausted the idea seems overwhelming. That and she can’t resist the good mystery the wolf before her presents. In truth, her question encompasses far more than she lets on-- call her a creature of curiosity.

He forgets her question for a minute and reaches out a hand toward her. “Please, you’re tired. Sit, I’m sure they can spare you.” He offers moving closer to her. Leading by example he takes the seat next to her previous place. He waits for her to join him before glancing over his shoulder in the direction of the master bedroom.

Zoey watches him, reminding herself that even terrible people can seem charming and have exceptional manners. As she sits back down facing him she pulls the hair from her face. She gives him an expectant look and tries not to look too rigid as she sits with him. “So?”

Aryn pushes out another short laugh and brushes a hand through his hair. He grips the back of his neck and clears his throat. “What I am about to say might not be any of my business to tell and forgive me if I seem too forward– this is merely the truth…” He begins leaning toward her ever so slightly. He then lowers his voice so as not to be heard by ears that shouldn’t be hearing the things he has to say. “You might have noticed that Emma and I share a bond that seems extraordinary if not given all of the pieces of the puzzle.” He goes on.

“Just because I haven’t made known my presence doesn’t mean I haven’t been around. I’ve always been relatively close in case my brother had need. It was a promise I made my parents long ago when Dyson went through a-- how shall I put this-- rebellious phase soon after our youngest brother was killed by human hunters.” He explains carefully.

“I’ve known Emma lifetimes-- when she first met my brother she was favored by our family as his mate. You see, I love my little brother– in fact I’d say that I’m one of the few people who are truly on Dyson’s side.” He continues. “One other such person– is Emma Harper…a truly magnificent woman– perhaps the strongest I’ve ever known.”

As she listens to him speak, she feels as if she should probably cut in with something but she’s almost entranced by his voice. When he speaks of Emma she’s surprised to say the least. She wasn’t aware that they even knew each other, nor that he had such a high opinion of her best friend. She supposed if their family had wishes for a union between the nymph and the wolf shifter it would explain why this would all seem overdue.

“I must confess that I feel my brother a fool for his dealings with her. Did you know that before that succubus came waltzing into his life– he had one– with Emma.” He shakes his head in disappointment. “Again, forgive me,” He wipes at his mouth. “I know you’re a good friend of hers, I’m sure she’s confided in you about such matters so you must know of what I’m speaking.”

And she does-- well some of it. At least she’d known of the troubles between the two of them. Zoey knows exactly what he’s talking about. Again, she has to conceal the shock. This goes beyond what she’d initially thought about him being acquainted with Emma. It seems he knows intimate details she wouldn’t have given him credit for before this conversation.

“I can’t imagine her dad favoring that union--” She snorts under her breath before she can stop herself. She squeezes her eyes shut and grimaces when she realizes what just came out of her mouth. “I’m sorry-- he’s your brother-- I shouldn’t be so blunt.” She looks down. “Really-- your history is beautiful-- I didn’t mean to knock it.”

Aryn chuckles lightly as she tries to apologize. “Ah-- you seem to forget-- I already said that this was the truth. You needn’t apologize for that.”

She offers him a timid smile, nodding in agreement as her lips pull back more. “Does Dyson know you’ve been watching his back all this time?” She inquires, finding a sense of comfort in this deeper discussion. She wants to know more, making a mental note to ask Emma about it later on.

“No-- and if you wouldn’t mind-- I’ll tell him that in my own time.” The elder wolf confides.

“Of course, I might be abrupt but I’m not tactless, your secret’s safe with me.” She replies, the dimples in her cheeks dipping into the sides of her cheeks. She tenses and relaxes her muscles again. “You should probably get up there-- ‘uncle’ is a pretty big role. We already know how Adam feels about you.”

He must admit that he has little desire to leave the quiet space of the living room where he sits with her. He glances toward the bedroom upstairs again and chews at his lip as she finishes. “Meaning?” He inquires.

“Oh come on-- that little boy couldn’t be more disappointed he’s not going to grow up to be a wolf if he tried.” She quips. “I think he loves you even more than his father.”

The other fae huffs a laugh. “I’ve just been around more.” He takes one final jab at his brother’s expense. He stands and gives a stretch of his own before heading off toward the stairs. Just as he leaves her sight he looks back to toss her a wink and a smirk before disappearing around the corner.

Zoey sits there with her mouth hanging open. She’s more than a little bothered by certain revelations that had come to pass. Suddenly, she isn’t sure that she can blame Emma for being so in love with Dyson. Apparently the wolves in that family had a way with women. She swallows and leans back into the couch, needing a minute before following after him.

#lost girl drabble #lost girl rp #indie drabble #muse: zoey #muse: caelan #muse: lee #muse: adam #series: theres no point now in starting something new; the heart wants what the heart wants #i cant even call this a starter #drabbles: zoey #drabbles: caelan #verse: lost girl

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