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technowoah · 3 years

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THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FIVE : AND I REALIZE THREE FUNDAMENTAL TRUTHS AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

Chapter Summary: You had gotten what you wanted, but at what cost? Nightmares ensue, and Dream’s true colors begin to show.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// IM BACK!! hopefully yall like this chaper cause this is the last one that I wrote in the past, Im writing chapter 6 rn so it might take a while. Also sorry for not posting requests I really wanted to get this chapter out there

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, arguing, smoking, explosions, gaslighting(?), not proofread.

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"Good job you two! This is all yours now.”

Dream had led you and Eret back to the castle, all of them still battered and bruised from the war they recently had. You had already taken off your armor and now you were wearing underneath your L'Manburg outfit that was torn and burnt showing some of your skin which was also burnt or cut. You had noticed on the way to the castle that Dream had kept on looking at the outfit that Eret and you had on with disgust, like a taunt.

You could finally relax in the huge castle that you apparently deserved because you and Eret had taken the first lives of the citizens of L'Manburg. In your heart you knew that L'Manburg was still a country. They all have two more lives and they will build the country up again with those two lives. You sighed then kept walking into the throne room. you looked at the two big thrones that sat next to each other. One for a king and one for a queen.

"Why are you standing there? Sit down! Relax!" Dream patted one of the thrones.

You and Eret had sat down on the thrones next to each other looking around the huge throne room and Dream smiling right in front of them. Once you both sat down you tried to sit up straight, but you wanted to slump down into the comfy, plush, velvet and gold chair. The two of them sat on velvet and gold thrones while in burnt and torn L'Manburg uniforms. It was a sight to see, and if someone didn't know the context of what just happened, this scene would've made sense to them.

"I'm happy you did this. You deserve all of this." Dream said while walking along the marble floor.

"It's beautiful, but I'm exhausted." You let your head fall to the side. You sighed wanting Dream to leave so you could finally get some rest.

"I bet."

"Eret are you okay?" You spoke up after Dream.

Eret had a look that you couldn't make out. He just stared off into space in his own mind. He shook his head after you called for him again.

"Yeah, yeah I am fine. I'm just thinking." Eret quickly responded.

"What are you thinking about?" Dream said in a monotone voice.

"If we did the right thing." Eret sighed.

You slowly nodded because you were thinking the exact same thing. They were traitors, you had built somewhat of a connection with those people you helped kill. And now what? you're living in a huge castle and apparently you "Shouldn't be feeling this way", Dream claimed.

"You two are overreacting. They are fine." Dream said bluntly while staring at them with a straight face.

That was a huge lie, their lives were taken today. They're not just “fine”.

"You two were never a part of that place anyways. This is your home! Why would you need to wear those hideous colors? They look bad on you, it's unflattering. There is no need to go back." Dream explained.

You hang your head not knowing what to say to the man, there wasn’t really anything to say but you spoke up hoping the words will come to you.

"I don't-"

"You don't have to say anything, it's okay. You're safe now. Did you get hurt?" Dream asked.

The bruises and scars said differently.

"Remember when I said that?" Dream pushed the question.

You rubbed a burn mark on your wrist and laughed a bit. "No! Actually I don't. We're safe now, but that doesn't mean we aren't hurt." You chuckled in disbelief.

"Well maybe if you listened to me you wouldn't be so anxious. If you listened you wouldn't have been so hesitant. You're safe." Dream said sternly.

"Maybe you're tired, Dream. We're all tired. Shall we go to bed?" Eret stood up and held out his hand to help you up from your seat.

You accepted his hand and started to follow Eret through the huge castle making your way through the huge, high ceiling halls. The three walked towards the king's and queen's room in the castle, Dream kept a slower pace and walked behind the two wanting to get one more word in before leaving the castle.

"If you two are ever in doubt just remember that you are on the right side of history." Dream said then turned around to leave the two alone.

You both stopped and turned around to see Dream’s back facing the both of you as he walked away. You and Eret eventually made it to your new bedrooms. There was a big door which held a huge room made for the both of them to sleep in and two separate rooms next to the bigger door which were made for one person. Eret and you stood in front of the bigger door staring at the intricate designs on the door not speaking to each other.

"So?" Eret laughed.

"So!" You exclaimed while chuckling.

"Are you okay sleeping in that huge room tonight?" Eret asked.

"I'm not totally comfortable with that, but it would be weird if we slept in the same bed. Don't get me wrong! You're a great friend, but-"

"Y/N/N stop! I'm okay with that too. I wasn't looking to sleep in the same bed. Yes we're married, but we're just staying friends, hey we might get a divorce later." Eret explained.

"If I do, we won't be king and queen anymore." You said softly to your husband.

"Is that what you want? To be "queen"?" Eret asked while putting air quotes around the word queen.

You paused for a moment then answered his question.

"I don't know where I'm supposed to be, Eret." You looked up at him sadly and he pulled you in for a hug. It took you everything you had to not cry into the L'Manburg uniform Eret was wearing. Today drained you mentally and physically, your hands were raw from shooting arrows, you had burn marks on your skin and your feet hurt from running through the kingdom. You weren’t sure about where you would go, because this didn't feel like your home.

"Let's go to bed and we'll talk in the morning. Rest on it because I'll happily divorce you so you can find your place in this huge kingdom." Eret laughed and let you out of his arms.

You chuckled and then let him go walking into what was supposed to be the queen's room and right next to it was the king's room which they both walked in after saying goodnight and closing their doors finally having time to themselves after a long day.

You finally took off the L'Manburg uniform and laid it on a velvet chair in the corner of the huge room. You stared at the uniform before going to the nearest closet and picking out something to wear for that night. The queen's room was basically the huge couple's room that you found before, but just with a smaller bed. There were still trinkets, jewelry and even clothes in the closet. you took a nightgown out of the closet and sat on the plush bed. You ended up laying down staring at the high ceiling thinking of the predicament Eret's question brought.

You finally retired for the night and crawled into bed and got under the soft covers. The window was open so a soft cool breeze was blowing through the room letting the curtains flow with the breeze. If you left you wouldn't have anywhere to go except back to L'Manburg, they would never let you back even if you tried. They probably hated your guts by now, so maybe divorcing wasn't a good idea. You had a set home here, you had food, clothes, and you weren't under attack every minute. you didn't have to watch your back for any enemies.

Your mind slowed down as you finally lulled yourself into a deep sleep forgetting the troubles in your mind for only a moment.

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The sunset fell over the horizon making it a gold, red color. It was beautiful. The trees were illuminated and the lakes had a certain glow to them. you could see mobs began to crawl out of the ground and caves, but you was safe up here.

You looked down and saw the familiar obsidian walls. It seemed like a faint memory, but in reality the walls were real. It was like you could feel the stone underneath your feet at this moment. you could see inside L'Manburg.

you saw Tubbo and Tommy laying in the grass talking to one another. you saw Fundy sleeping in the grass next to them. There were two new faces you had never seen before. It was a woman with short pink hair and another man with a shaved head. It might've been your mind putting people in your dreams to fill space. Then you saw Eret sitting by a small river letting his bare feet flow in the water. It was a peaceful scene.

"Beautiful sunset isn't it?" A voice showed up beside you.

It was Wilbur. He had his uniform on, it was clean like the war didn't even happen.

"It is really beautiful." You agreed watching the sun continue to lower over the trees.

"You know everything the sun touches is yours? It's all of ours. It just so happens that you can see the sunset and sunrise from L'Manburg. You can do anything as long as you see the sun rise and fall." Wilbur said, keeping his gaze soft at the sunset.

You hummed but stayed quiet admiring his words and the sunset.

"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story. After you took one of my lives away I understand now. You can't control other people and their motivations."

You hang your head in disappointment, but then Wilbur continued.

"But I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you, but remember from here on in that history has its eyes on you. History will forever have its eyes on you no matter what you do." Wilbur looked into your eyes as the sun set on the two of them the stars began to shine.

The light brown eyes Wilbur had turned darker because of the sunlight being gone. You looked out back at the mobs in the forest and the huge towers in the sky made the kingdoms members. you turned around and looked into L'Manburg. Or what was considered L'Manburg.

There was no one there anymore, instead of people there were huge amounts of TNT that filled the walls behind them. you could hear faint voices around them, people that you didn't know. It sounded like chaos. you whipped your head around to Wilbur who was dressed in a brown tattered trench coat, brown pants, and a white shirt instead of the L'Manburg uniform.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and matches in his hands. He smirked at you as the voices around you got louder and your head sounded like you were in the middle of a tornado. your head was buzzing as your eyes couldn't focus on Wilbur in front of you. It felt like these moments were happening right in front of your all at one time.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?"

"You know if I die, this country goes down with me."

"if respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?"

"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me! Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Look-"

"You know Y/N" Wilbur started next to you. He lit a match and turned around to L'Manburg which was now filled with TNT.

"Somethings. Somethings were never meant to be." He threw the match into the huge pile of TNT and all in a second the obsidian underneath your feet disappeared as you fell into the explosion beneath you.

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"Fuck! Where am I?!" You shot up from your sleeping position in a cold sweat.

You frantically felt around the bed trying to convince yourself that you were physically at the castle in your bed. You finally caught your breath and laid back down in your bed finding yourself staring at the ceiling again. Even with the window open blowing cool air into the room, your skin still felt hot. You ended up tossing the covers off of you and making your way towards the entrance of the kingdom to get some air.

That dream was so much stuff in it you couldn't comprehend all of it. It was like Wilbur was there as if he was talking to you directly and it wasn't a dream and it made you second guess yourself and think that it may have not been a dream. You finally made it outside and sat on one of the steps that led people up into the kingdom. you sighed and breathed in the fresh air and it immediately relaxed your body and mind. You were alive, you were here and sadly Wilbur wasn't there. You closed your eyes and felt the breeze around you until you were startled by a figure beside you.

"You're up late. I thought you said you were mentally tired." Dream chuckled sitting beside you.

"I had a bad dream." You sighed.

"Hey don't take my name in vain like that" Dream laughed trying to bring up your mood.

Dream sighed and stood back up when he didn't get a response from his companion.

"Come one, let's go. Let's get your mind off of the one bad dream." Dream held his hand out, gesturing to you to take it.

You took his hand and then released it letting him lead the way to wherever the wind may take them. The dream is currently still stuck in your head. The voices from different people confused you and made your head spin.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?" What did that mean? Was someone threatening Tommy? Will someone threaten Tommy? You grew to care for that kid.

Who said "If I die, this country goes down with me"? What country. L'Manburg?

"If respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?" That one stumped you the most. you didn't even know if this was being spoken to you or to someone else. All of them except for the Tommy one.

Were they all even dreams? The one that haunted your mind the most was the one where someone was telling a man named Phil to kill them. Were you there for that moment? Did Phil kill the person? Who was Phil? All these thoughts and questions plagued your mind so much that your feet mindlessly carried you wherever Dream led you to.

"Here we are." Dream led You on top of a hill, a tall enough hill to see the main attraction. The place you missed the most, L'Manburg.

Tears started to form in your eyes and you tried blinking them away. All the moments of that dream appeared in your brain, but even stronger. you never felt these emotions before. Maybe L'Manburg was your home all along. you missed seeing Tubbo, Tommy, Eret and Fundy doing their own thing while your and Wilbur had a deep talk inside the van. you had spent weeks with them growing too attached to them and then ended up becoming a traitor.

"That place. You never belonged there. You're too good for them." Dream started and you stayed quiet watching the stars begin to disappear.

"Do you trust me?" Dream asked.

You stayed quiet not having the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear you say that you trusted him when in reality you couldn’t, you weren't fully there yet, not anymore.

"They lied to you. It's not your home." Dream continued on letting you listen and not talk.

"How did you know if someone said it was my home or not?" You asked, startled.

"I might've been keeping an eye on you. I wanted to make sure my flower was okay." Dream kept his gaze on L'Manburg.

"Stop calling me that." You sighed.

"I never started. This was the first time I said that. Who called you flower?" Dream suddenly got serious, staring at you.

you kept your sights on the obsidian walls, not sparing him a glance. The stars began to fade and the sun peeked over the horizon. As they stayed longer the sun rose over the walls of L'Manburg. You started to remember the words in the dream you had.

L'Manburg stands for independence. Independence. That word kept ringing through your head like a mantra until a few voices below the hill and near the walls alerted you.

"HEY! Hey Wilbur! Give me back my shit!" Tommy yelled as he stomped after the older man.

"Wilbur get Tommy to stop shouting and give him his swords back please!" Fundy yelled trailing behind the two.

"No not until he learns not to go start stabbing shit!" Wilbur yelled back at the other two.

You missed that. you missed the bickering and the nonsense they all shared. you were upset that Tommy still hadn't learned his lesson and you wished you were there beside them at that moment.

Dream spoke up giving you a look you couldn’t quite get. "You are never allowed to step inside those walls again.

"What gives you the right to tell me what and what not to do? Who does that make you? Who do you think-"

"YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO GO IN THOSE WALLS!" Dream yelled getting dangerously close to you.

You continued to stare at those blue eyes as the bright sun rose over the dark walls of L’Manburg. you didn't say anything but descended down the mountain alone with the sounds of Tommy, Fundy, and Wilbur bickering in the background, wishing you were there and not next to the man next to you who was staring at you angrily.

"I know what’s good for you! I know what's good for this country! Just trust me Y/N!" Dream yelled starting an argument

"Would you calm down! You came here to be all quiet and now you're yelling at me. You might want to be quiet before Wilbur hears you. Or do you want me to get him myself?" You yelled back, getting furious.

"Oh you wish! He doesn't care for you as much as me, Sapnap and George do! They agree as well!"

"Don't put words into his mouth!" You accused

"Oh! So if he cares so fucking much he would've help save you. And do you know what would happen if he saved you?! You would've died! I saved you! You were in a perfect situation and all you had to do is not complain! You're always overreacting." Dream ended with a huff and rolled his eyes while turning away..

you were speechless at this point. Overwhelming emotions consumed you. you couldn't believe you were overreacting. Maybe Wilbur wasn't everything you needed. you were overreacting, you were being selfish too. Dream was right. Dream walked over to you pulling you in a hug with L'Manburg was still in your sights.

"I did everything because I love you. You're too precious for them, you're not for them. They don't deserve you, you deserve someone who wants the best for you. A flower that needs a home and I'm here to give it to you." Dream softly explained.

Your eyes kept tearing up at the words and different emotions flowing through you. The sights on L'Manburg make your memories and questions come back. Where did you belong? But more importantly who was telling the truth?

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ameliashepherdwannabe · 3 years

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This is a prompt from @doep1csh1t

Amelia gets sick (your choice with what) while living at the hospital in season 12 (after Mer kicked her out and she fought with Owen, before Mer’s attack). Maybe Jo and Alex find her and take care of her until Maggie can come help.

THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG IM SO SORRY!! i’ll try to be more active now that my school works done. There’s some jolex here too :)

tw//suicidal thoughts

Let Me Help You

My eyes burned. My throat burned. My head burned. Everything was on fire. I sent everything up in flames. Again. Of course I did.

I was doing good, after derek’s death, after Mer came home. I was with Owen, kind of. I was happy, I laughed, I smiled, I joked.

And now I was in a supply closet sobbing. Hugging a bottle of vodka I took from someone’s locker.

After I yelled at Meredith and she kicked me out, I felt empty, hallow. I went down to the clinic to avoid anybody that I had ever talked with. Which wasn’t a good idea considering it was the beginning of the flu season and people were spitting up germs left and right. I felt horrible. I couldn’t tell if that’s because i’ve been sobbing my heart out or coughing up my lungs for the past hour.

The only thing stopping me from downing the entire bottle was how physically bad I felt. I really wanted to but I was exhausted, my chest was heavy and I couldn’t get my head to lift past the cold floor. What if I was dying? That’d be good. I would see Derek, my dad, Mark, i’d get to know Lexie better. And my son. What if I just died? It would be better then facing whatever mysterious deadly disease I contracted. I try to push myself off the floor but the world spins and another harsh coughing fit forces me back down. Well I guess this is how god wants me to die. Slow, and painfully. Like my life. No, no. There’s no god. No god would take away every ounce of happiness in my life. Nobody in the right state of mind would do it. Well, maybe god has a giant inoperable glioma. Then I guess I could forgive it.

My chest stings, so does my throat. I want to go home, run a hot bath and snuggle into bed, but I don’t have a home. I’m homeless. This wouldn’t be the first time. Hell, it wouldn’t be the second.

The door of the supply closet opens but I have no strength to move. I start crying even harder, tears blur my vision. I know whoever this is going on to think I’m some sort of crazy lady on the floor of a supply closet hugging an unopened bottle of vodka.

“Docter Shepherd?” someone asks, I hear the door shut behind them. I hear concern in their voice and it makes me cry harder. “Do you want me to go?”

I open my eyes and notice Wilson still standing by the door, her hand still on the handle. If she left, I’d be alone, I shouldn’t be alone right now. I shake my head and she starts to grab a few things, as she turns to leave she asks, “Do you need anything?” I start coughing again and crying.

“Don’t go,”’I beg softly, “Please,”

“I’m on Dr. Avery’s service today, I’m sorry but I need to get back. Do you want me to get somebody? Maybe Dr. Grey?” The thought of Meredith seeing she successfully hurt me panic more.

“No, no, please no. I’ll tell him I needed you,” I just wanted someone to hug me and tell me I wasn’t alone. It made me weak and pathetic but i’ve moved way passed the line of giving a fuck about what people think about me.

Jo closed and locked the door. She walked over to me and slowly slid down to my level.

“Alex proposed,” She said softly, I could trace a tear falling out of her eye. “I would do anything to say yes, but I can’t, I love him more then anybody. But I legally can’t,”

I don’t know what she means but I have no right to judge her so I just reach my hand out. Jo grabs it and just the simple human touch makes me start to sob again. And crying made me cough.

“Dr. Shepherd—”

“Amelia,” I interject between my body trying to jack up my lungs,

“Amelia, that cough really doesn’t sound good,” she runs her hand up and down my back in attempt of making my coughs slow down.

Eventually they do. Jo looks down at me with watery eyes and puts her overly cool hand on my forehead. Jo, I’m dying let it happen.

“Dr.-, Amelia. You have a fever,”

“Wilson, death is calling let it happen.”

“Amelia, I don’t think your dying. You probably just caught a bad case of bronchitis.”

I started crying again. I didn’t know if it was relief, embarrassment for thinking I was going to die, or regret for being sick but not dying.

I curl up into a ball, You’re being so weak, Meredith would be laughing her ass off at you if she could see it. My internal monologue is the death of me. I start laughing at the absurd conversation accruing in my head.

Jo sighs, “I can take you home, back to Dr. Grey’s?”

“No, no, no, no,”

“Okay, I’m working over shift and someone’s probably taken care of what I’m supposed to do,”

I took out my phone and texted Jackson that Jo was needed with me. I sat up as I continued to cough, even though every cell in my body wanted me to lie back down, I needed more oxygen. Jo sat there and just rubbed my back.

“I’ll take you back to Alex’s okay? So you can rest? Its the safest place for now I guess,”

I nodded and leaned back against her. My sweaty body against her cool one caused a set of chills to run through me.

“Okay, Amelia, let’s get you home,”

Jo lifted me up under my armpits and I slumpt against her. We walked out into the bright hallway, I heard people’s voices but they were muffled from my fever. I knew they were talking about me. I started to silently sob as we walked.

“It’s okay Amelia, we’re almost there. Hold on,”

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“I’ve been driving around looking for you for the past hour!” I heard someone yell, he sounded hurt.

“I was at Grey Sloan! And why were you chasing me around?”

“Well why did you bring Amelia back here? Did you kidnap her?”

“Alex, Look at her. How could I just leave her there? I found her crying in a supply closet coughing up her lungs.”

“Jo, why didn’t you just call Meredith?”

“She didn’t want me to!”

“What about Maggie!”

“Could you guys kindly shut the fuck up, or go outside? My head is killing me.” I said hoarsely, coughing a few times.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered,

“Amelia,” Jo walked up to me, “Can I call Maggie?”

“No,” I shook my head,

“Amelia-” Alex jumped in,

Jo whispered something to Alex and then went to the bathroom to get something, my chest burned too much to care.

“I’m sorry,” I coughed, “For making you lie to Meredith and have me infect everything around you with germs,”

“It’s no trouble,” Jo answered, “Alex just went outside to make a call,”

“Oh my god,” I sat up, coughing more, “Oh god this must be so awkward,”

“Lie down, and let’s not talk about it, maybe?” she stuck a thermometer into my mouth before I had the chance to respond,

“Rude,” I teased,

“Very mature of an attending like your self,” she put a teeshirt and sweatpants in front of me, “Put those on in a sec,”

The thermometer beeped, “101.3,” I started to put it on the coffee table but Jo snatched it out of my hands, “You’re pretty bossy for a resident,”

She scoffed, “You’re pretty immature for an attending sooo,” This made me laugh, so it made me cough. Jo sat down next to me and started to rub my back, a sorry attempt to calm my lungs down. “Yeah, that’s bronchitis. Change! Then get in the bed, don’t argue, I’m not ratting you out to your sisters like I should!”

The smile on my face immediately faded, “Meredith’s not my sister.”

“That’s arguable-”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I knew she was huge mood killer, that Jo was just trying to get me to laugh.

“Change, then get into the bed. I’m going to set up a humidifier and maybe we can watch a movie?”

I nodded as I finished changing into Jo’s clothes I jumped onto their bed.

“Maggie still has awhile ‘till her shift is over, so your stuck with us for the rest of tonight!” Alex exclaimed, closing the door as he reentered the loft. I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Karev, is that fake enthusiasm I’m hearing?” I mutter softly, my eyes slipping shut.

“WHAT!! Of course not!!” I laugh at his response,

“Okay Evilspawn,” I mutter, it made alex laugh. Once everything was quiet, my lungs were the loudest thing in the room. No doubt about it, they were struggling.

“Alex,” Jo asked, setting the humidifier down next to me, “Could you get a nebulizer from the hospital, just in case she might need it,”

”She probably will,” Alex muttered. Just then, I started coughing. Harsh, echoey coughs that made it almost impossible to breathe with.

“Okay, let’s sit you up.” Jo pushed me up and sat behind me as I coughed into my elbow. “Deep breaths, deep breaths.”

“Alex try to hurry up with the nebulizer. I’m gonna order something from the deli across the street so just pick it up on your way back.”

Alex nodded and hurried out. “Do you want noodles in your chicken soup?” I nodded, snuggling closer to her, “I’m making them make it spicy, since supposedly that’ll help the congestion in your lungs-”

I didn’t get to here what else Jo had said because I had just fallen asleep on the spot.

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“I’m your sister!” I scream,

“You are not my sister. Cristina is my sister. You are Derek’s sister, and derek is gone.” Meredith’s voice echoed. Of everything she has said to me, this one might’ve hurt true most.

“Dr. Grey, I changed the mediastinal drains—” Penny barged in,

“GET OUT!” I yell, “Is this why you hate me? ‘Cause I remind you of him? Does it help you to hate me?”

I’m suddenly shaken out of my nightmare,

“Amelia! Amelia, hey. You’re shaking,” Alex looked at me concerned, “I thought it was your bronchitis but it was just a nightmare. What happened? Were you chased by a giant rubber ducky and thrown into a pool of ice?” he snorts,

“No I was chased by Medusa,” I replied hoarsely, It was then when I realized the uncomfortable nebulizer on my face and tore it off,

“Are you feeling up to eating something?” Jo asked sweetly from the kitchen,

“Umm, yeah. Could I have some of that?” I reached my hand out to alex who was eating some cheap delicious looking chips,

“Fine but you have to have some soup too,” Jo started preparing it while I leaned forward and snatch the bag of takis from alex. This was depressingly hard to do as I put my hands above my head to try and catch my wheezy breath.

“Dude, your pretty fucking desperate for some takis,”

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” I cough,

“He knows he just doesn’t care,” Jo laughed,

“Let’s watch a movie,” Alex interrupted, jumping to grab his computer, “How about a horror movie?”

“Fine, but nothings scary anymore. Like i’ve watched all the scary ones all ready,” I reply,

“He always gets scared,” Jo adds,

“I think your talking about yourself,” Alex shoots her a look.

I suddenly start coughing harshly, too harshly. Jo hurries up to me and puts the nebulizer back over my mouth, motioning for me to lie back down.

“How about we just let you rest?” I nod slowly, drifting off into a feverish dreamland.

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I wake up and feel someone stroking my head, I’m pretty sure I had just slept awhile but I didn’t feel much better. I push away whoever’s touching my head as it makes it pound harder.

“Amelia, hey, you’re awake!” Maggie says softly,

“Ugh, where am I?” I ask groggily,

“Back home, at Meredith’s,”

“What?” I sit up, “I can’t be here!”

“Amelia, it’s okay. Your sick, you need to rest,” Almost on que, I started coughing harshly. Maggie handed me a tissue to spit up some phlegm in.

“Meredith hates me though,” I layed back down on her lap, “I shouldn’t be here,”

“Well Meredith will get off her high horse when she sees how deathly pale and sick you are, huh?”

“Meredith will get off her-” Mer barged into Maggie’s room, “Amelia! What are you doing-, are you okay?”

I give her a thumbs up and cough quietly,

“She’s fine, but let’s not kick each other out, how about that?”

Meredith paled at Maggie’s accusation, obviously regretting what she said. But it was my fault, I pushed her too far. I knew it as I said it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I looked her in the eyes,

“No, no, save your breath,” She sat down next to me and rubbed my back,

“We’re sisters,” Maggie said, “Come on let’s say it together,”

“We’re sisters,” me and Mer muttered,

“Ugh good enough.” Maggie said.

It made me smile.

Fin.

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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Perfect Moment

Fandom: Friday the Thirteen Characters: Jason, Pamela Relationship: Jason/reader Request: heya! It's the Jason!Anon from earlier~ Super excited you're open to doing this though. So like I said, i really loved your jason imagine and was wondering if you'd maybe wanna put that 'into fic form' basically? Like the reader was friends with Jason growing up and didn't care about the deformity but then he died and her parents took her away until one day (bonus points if on the anniversary of his death or his birthday) she comes back and they reunite and fluff? If not lemme know AN: I kept it a little closer to my headcannon just by having his mother a little more involved. I hope that’s alright 😊 Original headcannons: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/176634985554/dating-jason-would-include “Stop it, STOP IT!” You screamed, thrashing against the kids holding you back. “HE CANT SWIM!” But the others continued to chase him along the floating rafts. You watched in horror as he stumbled a little then tripped. He looked to you, searching for some kind of help. Turning your head, you looked for the adults. They were meant to be here, they were meant to be watching. “Please! Leave him alone!” You scream out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggled against the two pairs of hands that held you in place. They were 2 boys who were three years older than you, so they easily held you back while their little friends chased Jason. Then it happened. Jason nearly got back to his feet when he slipped and fell head first into the water. Your heart stopped as you froze. He couldn’t swim. The boys froze as well, knowing that he couldn’t swim. They hadn’t intended to chase him INTO the water, just to spook him. You heard one of the boys behind you turn and try to call for a councillor but they didn’t respond. You managed to slip out of their grasp only to have a larger hand grab your arm. You turned to see one of the adults with his shirt partly open and lipstick on his neck. Another ran past and dove into the water but they immerged without him. “Let me go! I can find him. He doesn’t trust you.” You fought just as hard against the grown up, but with little success. You knew Jason wouldn’t go near the grownups because they dismissed him and treated him poorly, but maybe if you could get to him. “Sorry, no ones allowed in the water.” The man shook his head. Something in you broke and you twisted around and bit down on his bare forearm, hard. he screamed out, letting go of you and you took your chance and ran to the water. Only for another grown up to grab you by the waist, lifting you up and carrying you back to the cabins. You trashed and screamed, crying out his name. -------------time skip ------------------ You woke up in a cold sweat as your own screams echoed through your head. Sitting up, you gasped for air as you looked around you. It was still dark in the small motel room. The clock showed 4am although it flickered on and off a few times. you felt your tears running down your cheeks and you were quick to brush them away as you got out of bed, heading to the bathroom. You knew there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. Your nightmare would just replay that day on a loop anyway. Even after so many years, you still remembered it like it was yesterday. Sometimes you would still be a child, and sometimes you would be an adult. But the outcome was all the same. After Jasons death, you took a turn for the worse. But who could blame you. Seeing your best friend murdered then neither the kids nor the councillors facing any repercussions for their actions (or lack of), made you bitter and resentful for any adults that weren’t your parents or Mrs Voorhees. She had been one of the first to comfort you, wrapping you in her arms as the two of you sobbed. That day, you lost a friend and she lost a son. She understood why your parents were concerned and helped when it came time for them to take you away from that place. She would stay, but she hated the sight of you staring out at the spot, hoping he might return. You later found out that she had given your parents a massive lump some of money to put you through school and college. She had been saving it for Jason, but now wanted you to have it. So you went to the best school and graduated with top marks. For a few years, you studied a few different coursed but nothing ever stuck. You were smart, and had a wide range of talents but you never really connected with anyone again. So you travelled a little by yourself, earning money through your art. But then your mom and dad were involved in a crash. One which saw you left as an orphan and you didn’t know where to go. parentless and friendless, one place suddenly popped into your mind. Camp Crystal Lake. You stayed for as long as you were needed, giving your loving parents a nice send off and seeing their estate was handled correctly. They both had life insurance and a chunk of savings which was all left to you. This plus the sale of their home and a few other assists meant you were set for life. 5 months after their death, you packed up your car. Some items you put into a long term storage but the sentimental items like their wedding rings and a locket came with you. a weeks dive had lead to you spending the last night on the road at this motel. It was okay, a little dingy but just enough to get a decent nights sleep and a breakfast. You glanced at your wrist, the purple and blue friendship bracelet was tattered and seen better days, but it was made for you by Jason, so everywhere you went, it went. You had made one for him, the same colours to represent you both. You ran your brush through your hair while you contemplated spending another night here. You had already missed a full days travel because you decided to stay again last night so you knew you had to move on. Besides, if you left at 6, you would be at crystal lake by 4pm. After packing up your things and going down for breakfast, you handed back your keys and paid your bill. Heading out to your car, you couldn’t help but feel a slow building dread. Maybe it was the fact the day was dreary and grey. You arrived at the entry gate at 5.30pm, a little later than you would have liked but the roads were dangerous, so you took it slow. You felt a shiver run through your spin as you pulled up outside a cabin. Even though it was still daytime, the rain and black clouds made it look later than it was as you got out the car, pulling your hood up. Looking down at your bracelet, you felt a small rush of hope. You didn’t even know if she was still here. You could see someone moving about in the cabin she and Jason had called home. It took 10 minutes for you to gather the courage to walk to the cabin. walking up the three steps to the porch, you pulled down your hood once out of the rain and knocked three times, your hands shaking violently. There was a pause from inside, then you heard footsteps coming to the door. It opened and you nearly dropped to your knees as Mrs Voorhees stood in front of you, aged but still fully recognisable. And apparently, you were the same. “[y/n]?” She breathed, her hand dropping from the door as she stared at you. She reached out a trembling hand, pushing a strand of your wet hair back out your face so she could see your eyes properly. When she did, her face broke into a smile as her eyes pooled with tears. She pulled you into her arms, hugging you as she swayed. You cuddled into her, your own tears making you sob onto her shoulder. She felt your shaking body and you both ended up kneeling on her porch in each others arms. She pulled you into her home and set you down on the couch before rushing to make you tea. “Is it just you? Will your parents be coming back?” She asked when she returned, placing the cup in front of you on the small coffee table in the centre. You dropped her gaze, looking away. “They, um, they passed away.” You cleared your throat, fresh tears coming into your eyes. “Oh, im so sorry.” She sat next to you, wrapping one arm around you while placing one hand on your lap comfortingly. You told her about the crash, and about how you had decided to come back here. She said you could stay with her as long as you liked, and that she had seen a cabin not too far from here up for sale, if you were wanting to stay. ---------------time skip ----------------- “Mrs Voorhees? I bought some fresh bread.” You call as you enter her cabin, your handmade bread in a little tin to protect it. “Oh lovely.” She smiled as she walked out from the kitchen. “Smells delicious.” “Thank you.” You giggle as she takes it from you and heads back to the kitchen. After staying with her for 2 weeks, you had put in an offer for the cabin about a quarter of a mile from hers. It was accepted and you had been living there for 4 months now. But something strange had been happening. “May I ask you something?” You ask, following her to the kitchen. She hums a yes. “Have you noticed someone in the woods?” Pamela freezes, not daring to look at you as she glances out the window. “N-no, my dear. Why?” She stutters a little as you slid into a seat at her breakfast bar. “Well, ive just felt like someone’s watching me. Im sure ive seen someone moving about outside my house at night. Its just.. strange.” You shake your head, unable to describe it. “How so?” she asks, sitting down across from you with a raised eye brow. “Its not… I don’t think their… dangerous. It feels more like having a protector than a stalker.” You scorn yourself, unable to put it into a way that didn’t sound ridiculous. “Maybe you do. Maybe someone’s looking out for you.” She smiles kindly and it gives you some level of peace to your mind. “Oh, while Im here.” You suddenly remember. “One of the councillors is asking around about… him.” there was a moment of quiet that rushed over you both. “We’ll finish it all soon. Only a few more days I think.” She looks at you for your reaction to which you nod. After years of resentment that built up, she had offered you the only thing to stifle that need. She first told you about her plans after you ran in on her killing a couple who had been having sex. You had kept the girl while she killed the guy then the girl. You had joined her (after she had offered you an escape if you promised not to tell). So you helped to kill the young councillors. You vowed you wouldn’t let them open this camp again. It would disrespect Jason’s memory. Leaning back, you smiled as you looked up at the walls, which had a number of pictures hung up. Of the 8 photos, 2 were of her parents and their wedding, and the other 6 were Jason. You were in 3. “You two were always attached at the hip.” She smiled fondly, following your gaze to her son. “Your parents often joked with me that we’d be arranging a wedding about now.” “You might have been.” You smiled sadly. ----------------flash back----------------- “please take it off?” You begged, your pigtails bouncing as you jumped excitedly. Only a week before the tragic incident, you could have never guessed how drastically your life was about to change. Jason, with a small huff, pulled off the bag he wore over his head. His face, which was severally disformed, made him hid away from people. The only people he didn’t push away was you, his mama and your mom and dad. “I heard your mama saying we have to get married.” You giggled, pointing between you both. It was true. She had been joking about it over coffee with your mom. Jason glanced to the floor, a small blush dawning his normally pale cheeks as he glanced back to you. He adored you, anyone could see that. Even if it was a puppy crush, that didn’t stop every adult thinking you two were destined for each other. “If we did, we could live together and stay up late and drink all the fizzy drinks we can! It would be so much fun.” You giggle, skipping across to your room to the shelf. Jason ran up behind you, nodding excitedly as you pulled some books off the shelf and fell to the ground. Jason joined you as you opened the books up and spread them out. All on pages where the main characters were getting married. “I want to wear a dress like her.” You point to one of your favourite characters, having always wanted to wear a dress like in a the fairy tales. But Jason’s eyes were on another book. In that illustration, the two main characters were leaning forward and kissing while guests threw white confetti over their heads in celebration. He reached out and tapped the page, looking back to you in fear as he pointed to himself. Years of friendship had created a silent communication between the two of you that baffled the adults. “yeah, we’d have to kiss. My mom and dad do it all the time.” You nod but that didn’t seem to answer his question. He pointed to himself again and looked down, running his hand up the side of his misshaped face. “Of course I do.” You reach out, taking his hand off his face and answer his silent ‘would you kiss me?’ question. Jason jumped at your response, beaming at you as he grabbed both your hands. “You wanna practice?” the two of you leaded forward, meeting each others lips. A totally innocent kiss, one that adult would chuckle at and call cute. One which made an adult you smile back on fondly. When you pulled back, you were giggling but that didn’t cover the blush on your cheeks. Just then, your mom called you both for dinner. You dragged Jason to his feet, promising that when you got married, you could eat whatever you wanted for dinner. ---------------present -------------------- When you were walking back to your cabin, you felt the gaze of someone. You knew they were there, you knew it in your gut that someone was close by, but when you around you saw nothing. As your house came into view, you saw there was something on your porch. Frowning, you walked a little fast until you could clearly make out what they were. Daffodils. One of you favourite flowers when you were a child. Jason would pick some from his mothers garden when you were upset or if it was your birthday. Walking closer, you saw about 10 had been left on your porch. You picked them up before sliding to sit on the step. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you smiled at the flowers and looked up to the forest that surrounded the cabin. Taking one, you left it propped against your step before you went inside to place them in water. When you glanced back out about an hour later, the single daffodil was gone. --------------------time skip ------------ You gasped for air as you stumbled through the woods. It was dark and raining heavily. this couldn’t be happening again. The blood that covered your hands was mixed with wet dirt from where you had fallen a couple of times. Pamela Voorhees was dead. You gasped for air. Not another one. Not someone else you loved. You had just been in time to see that bitch councillor swing an axe and take her head off her shoulder. You screamed out in anguish as you watched the last person you had allowed yourself to love be killed. Killed. A rage took over you as you ran at the girl, taking her to the ground and punching her in the face. When she tried to swing the axe at you, you grabbed it and ripped in from her hands, straddling her torso and bringing the blade down into her skull one, two, three, four times. You began to lose count. Finally, you pulled yourself up and stumbled back from the murders, eventually running into the woods. sobbing, you ended up catching your shoulder on a tree and you fell to the ground in a wreck. Everything around you was collapsing again, and there was nothing you could do about it. You screamed in vain as you tried to relieve the pressure that rested heavily on your chest. Pushing yourself to your feet, you took a deep breath, trying to get it straight in your mind what you would do next. but you just broke into sobs that wrecked through your whole body. Until, you heard something move in front of you. Your head snaps up and you freeze. about seven foot away from you stood a man. He was tall, reaching at least six feet and maybe 6 inches tall compared to your smaller height. He towered over you and yet, he seemed scared of you. He wore a sack over his face, the moon showing a single eye hole for him to see out of. It looked like the type of thing Jason would wear. Jason. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be alive. looking away, your eyes closed as tears flooded your eyes again. “You cant be him.” You breathed, more to yourself than to the man. You heard him coming closer and you opened your eyes again to see him holding out something to you. You looked into his large palm and saw two things that made your heart jump into your throat. In his palm was the head of a daffodil, like the one you left out a few days ago. And around it was a purple and blue faded friendship bracelet. You raise your right hand, the very same one on your wrist. The one he had given to you, which meant that was the one that you had given to Jason. While your wrists hadn’t got that much bigger, he had grown massively, so the thought of him carrying around your friendship bracelet with him all this time. It could only be him. A smile dawned your lips as a fresh spark of hope went through your body. “J-Jason?” You looked up as you step closer. Your heart was hammering and your blood racing. You didn’t know how much more you could take tonight. A single nod was enough to send you over the edge as you collapse to the floor unconscious. -------------------time skip ----------------------------------- When you woke up, you had been carried back to your bed and tucked in. From the moment you woke up, you had felt that spark of hope once again. This was different. Even after your parents past, you knew Pamela might still be around. But you never thought for a moment that Jason might still be alive. The first few weeks, you didn’t really see him again but you understood. While he knew who you were, he didn’t know you. But that didn’t stop him staying close to you. The disappearances of the councillors was investigated and decided it had been one of the guys who was unstable. Said guy was at the bottom of the lake but the police think he is on the run. Even Pamela’s murder was made up to him rather than the girl and then you. You were given a miss because you had been in town during one of the murders and people had said it couldn’t have been you. Plus they doubted you could take a woman’s head off. Pamela was buried next to the empty grave of Jason’s. She was given a nice send off like you had done you own parents. You had seen Jason’s figure by her grave a few times but left him. But his presents became known more and more. When you walked through, he forest, he would follow you at a distance. It was nice and calming, knowing this great beast of a man was protecting you. It made you shiver at the thought. today, you had decided to try and lure him closer for the first time. It was his birthday today. You knew and remembered every year. But this year, you had bought him a few little things from town as well as painting him a portrait of his mother which had come out perfectly in your eyes. You planned to bring him back later but, for now, you wanted to wash up. It was a warm day and, for the first time since you were a child, you wanted to take a dip in the cool water of a lake. taking a towel, shampoo and conditioner and changing into a bathing suit and putting a summer dress over your suite you had picked up from town, you went to the lake which was about a ten minute walk from your home. Placing your things near the water, you pulled your dress over your head and slipped off your sandals. Walking slowly into the water, you smiled at the feeling of the fresh water on your skin. You walked out till the water came up to your chest and ducked under the water. When wet, you went back to the shore and grabbed your shampoo and conditioner to wash your hair out. Once done, you thought about getting back out, but then you looked out over the sparkling lake and you wanted to swim for a while. Going back out to your waist, you slowly started to swim. You kept close to the bank, having not swum in years but you found it was like riding a bike. Your body still knew what to do. You ducked your head under the water to wet your hair again. Coming up, your hair fanned out around you in the water and you felt nice and cool in the hot sun. twisting in the water, you floated on your back with closed eyes. Then you felt something was off. Opening your eyes, you glanced to the bank and saw Jason. he was pacing the bank desperately. He tried to come into the water but only got the water to his ankles and he moved back. You could see how tense he was and how desperate he was looking at you. He was scared. Twisting back to your front, you started to swim back to him. “jason, its fine. Im fine.” You call out to him but that didn’t calm him. When you were able to reach the bottom, you stood up and started to walk out of the water. You thought of running, but then you imagined yourself falling over and him freaking out even more. When you were up to your knees, you saw Jason charge into the water. You reached out for him, thinking he would just take your hand and lead you out. But he didn’t. He wrapped his arms around you and swept you up into his arms. You couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling as he pulled you out the water. But you could feel how hard his heart was hammering in his chest. He was really worrying. He was panting and his whole body seemed to tremble as he looked up at you. Once on the bank, he set you down and looked you over for any sign of injury. “Im fine.” You smile, reaching out and taking his hand, as you often did when you were children. He froze, looking down at your smaller hand in his own. You notice his green jacket was now partially wet from picking you up. You suddenly felt a little exploded in your swimwear. Ducking down, you picked up your towel and wrapped in round your torso, smiling at Jason as you did so. The you grabbed your dress and, after quickly drying yourself off, you pulled it over your swimming costume. Sure, it stuck a little because you were still a little wet, but you thought it was better to show him you were okay. you glanced down and realised that during his pacing, he had knocked one of your sandals forward into the water. “Damn.” You whispered, darting down and picking up your now soaked slipper. But before you could consider what you were going to do, you were swept up into his strong arms once again. He didn’t both picking up your shampoo, conditioner or soggy slipper, but you didn’t mind as he started to carry you back into the woods. He lifted you so you were perched on his shoulder, his arm wrapped security around your legs. You smiled at the action, feeling like you weighed next to nothing. You placed your hand on the other side of his bagged head to steady yourself. You could feel his malformed skull under the bag as he tensed under your touch, glancing up to you. But you just smiled, looking in front of you both as Jason turned back to watch where he was walking. When you reached your home, Jason slid you off his shoulders. You had left the door unlocked but as you padded up onto your porch, Jason stayed back. You opened your front door and were about to go inside until you realised he wasn’t following you. He had stopped at the stairs, looking down at them as if he was scared to step up. Turing back, you leaned against your door. “Jason?” You called to him. “Do you want to come inside?” Jason paused, staring at you like you were some kind of angel before nodding and slowly climbing the stairs. Once he was close enough, you reached out and took his hand, dragging him inside like you use to do when you were children. Once inside, you turned to him, your eyes falling on the mask which felt a little like a brick wall now between the both of you. “Could, could you take it off?” you asked, your eyes darting to the bottom of the bag over his face. You saw his whole body tense and he took a step back from you, his eye moving to the floor. Hunched over on him self, he shook his head. you considered leaving him, but something drove you to push him a little. “You know I never cared when we were younger. Why would I now?” You duck your head a little and he glances up at you. When he meets your gaze, you smiled softly. He took a few deep breaths and shakes his head again. You felt your heart break a little because he no longer trusted you. That bond was broken. Looking away from him, you blink back tears. You thought that when he finally came to you and spent time with you that it wouldn’t be a problem just like when you were children. Maybe he thought you were like the ones who had hurt him as a child. The thought made your heart ache because you loved him. You loved him. The realisation dawned on you as you realised why you were so drawn to him. That child like love you had felt had exposed since you had seen him that night in the rain. You thought your heart raced when you saw him because you were excited to see your oldest friend, but that wasn’t the only reason. You loved him deeply, whole heartedly and eternally. You hadn’t realised it but your tears were running down your cheek. Jason moved forward, taking a hesitant step towards you. He didn’t realise your tears were something more than just you bring upset. They were part of a complex hurricane of emotions. But he didn’t see that. He thought it was purely because he had refused your request. you looked up, your eyes wide with tears as he reached up and started to draw the bag up slowly. “Don’t.” you blurt out, holding out your hands to stop him. “Don’t do it if you aren’t ready. You can wait until you trust me.” He looked out of the one eye hole and you felt like he was looking into your sole. The intensity coming from him was overpowering before he continued to raise his shaking hands to his bag. Slowly, he pulled the bag up over his face and off his head. He refused to meet your gaze once his face was revealed, instead his gaze fell to the floor like he was ashamed or embarrassed. But you couldn’t pry your eyes away from his face. His face had matured immensely since you had last seen him. His skull was bald and misshapen but he barley had any hair when you had known him. His right eye was sunken a little and not in line with his left and his nose was a little flatter than normal. His cheeks had small indents and dips. His mouth seemed to droop at the side but you couldn’t tell if it was him controlling that. But to you, he was ever so handsome. He wasn’t the boy you remembered. His new height, strength and muscles compared with his matured features was enough to drive you mad. Then you realised he was waiting for you to do something. He had glanced up to you but when he met your gaze, he dropped it again, a soft whine leaving his lips. It broke you. Walking up to him, you reached up and cupped his cheeks. He moved his face up so his eyes met yours. Moving closer, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss. One of your hands ran down his cheek to rest on his broad chest which you could feel his heart hammering under his shirt. After a moment, a shiver ran through his body and his hands grabbed your waist as he slowly responded to your kiss, moving his lips against yours. You could feel how he trembled under your touch but responded so eagerly to your affection. You pulled back to gasp for air before feeling him lean forward to retrieve another kiss as if it was his new source of air. Your hand slips to the back of his head, running down to his neck, keeping him close. Your body was pressed against his own, his height dwarfing you but you felt like you were both equality as dominating in the kiss. You were glad because you were scared it might intimidate him but he seemed just as eager as you were. When you parted, you were both panting. Your cheeks were a dark red from a deep blush as you looked up at Jason. He was breathing heavily staring down at you in surprise. Then he collapsed to his knees in front of you, his hands grabbing your waist as he presses his forehead against your stomach. It took you a moment to fully realise what had happened just because your head was still spinning from the kiss. He was on his knees after he had received his first kiss from you. Looking down, you might have thought he was frightened but then he looked up at you. In his eyes, you saw he adored you and was staring up at you with awe. There was tears in his eyes but his lips were pulled into a smile. You dropped down in front of him, sitting across his lap as his arms engulfed you once again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck and holding him close as he mirrored your affections. You pressed soft kissed to his neck whenever you could. Suddenly, you remembered the small items you had gathered for him. “Oh, I almost forgot.” You scrambled out of his lap and darted to the side, grabbing the wrapped items. When you came back to him, you kneeled in front of him, presenting them to Jason. “Happy birthday.” You smiled, seeing something that reminded you of surprise in his eyes. His hands, still shaking from before, took the presents. Slowly and without even ripping the paper, he opened each in turn. With each one, his smile grew wider until he got to the portrait of his mother. His smile faltered and fell as tears welled in his eyes. you moved closer to him, wrapping you arms around him. you allowed him to take as much time as he needed before he turned to you. His arms locked around you as he silently thanked you again and again. Her portrait was hung up on your wall, right beside your own parents wedding photos. After she were hung up, you pulled Jason to your sofa, sitting with him on your sofa. That night, he stayed the whole time with you, answering your questions as best he could and asking his own through a note pad. You fell asleep on his shoulder and he didn’t move you, instead wrapping his own arms around you and lying with you till morning. --------------------time skip --------------------- Since that first kiss, Jason never left your side. the only reason he left you was if someone came too close to the camp and he would rush off to protect you. Sometimes you would follow him to try help. He would be annoyed with you for putting yourself in trouble but then you showed you could handle yourself and he would relax a little more. “Can you come on a walk with me?” You ask, as you meet Jason on the porch of your home. He ha just come back and was slightly bloody, but you didn’t mind that. you could see the smile even though he now wore a old hockey mask. You much preferred this to the bag. Jumping down the stairs, you took Jason by the hand and led him into the woods. It was late afternoon and the sun was starting to set in over the lake. You had been waiting for him to get back for a few hours. Of course, Jason would do absolutely anything for you, regardless of what it was. As you walked, you looked down at your intertwined hands, your heart skipping as you saw how truly bigger he was than you. How his hands could rip people in half, had killed people, and yet he was so gentle with you. His touches were sometimes filled with fear, like he was afraid he would break you. Looking up at Jason, he glanced over and caught your eyes. You smiled sweetly at him, being truly happy for the first time in a long long time. Jason ducked down, lifting you up and placing you daintily on his shoulders, as he had done so many times before. You giggled, allowing your fingers to trail over the back of his neck and sides of his head. leaning down, you press a soft kiss to the top of his head. Jason froze, but not from your affection. No, he heard someone moving in front of you both. He lowered you to the ground, cautiously before pulling out his machete which he carried on his belt. “I’ll head down to the lake. Come find me when your ready.” You smile, reaching out to run your fingers over his forearm before walking away. Less than 10 minutes and a scream later, Jason found you by the river. You had taken off your shoes and socks to dip your feet in the cooling water. When you heard him approaching, you turned to see him over your shoulder and you couldn’t help but smile. Jason froze. The image of you, beautiful and perfect, with the crystal blue water and setting sun in the background made his heart stop. He never dared to join you in the water, but he was no longer completely fearful you might be swallowed by the water. you moved out of the water to him, taking his hand in yours and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. in that moment, everything was perfect in both your eyes and his.

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soaimagines · 6 years

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Happy Thanksgiving 🦃

Part Two of The Holly-Day Series

Part One: Happy Halloween

Pairing: Happy x OC Holly

Word Count: 3,115

Authors Note: Im sorry this is late! Life got in the way. But heres part two of the Holly-day series. Part three will be up for Christmas 💕

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Holly leant back in her chair in the office, her feet resting in the eye of the desk as she doodled in the notepad in her hands. She wasn’t the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and was working hard to perform both parts of ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’. Jax and Chibs were working in the garage, although they were spending more time talking about club business than doing any work. Holly’s voice grew louder as she sang the song and once she reached the chorus she was really belting it out. They could even hear her pens hitting the desk as back up music and Jax rolled his eyes. Chibs chuckle and they both walked into the office. Holly glanced up but continued singing. “I really can’t staaaayy..” She flung her ‘microphone’ pen out and held it to Jax who simply shook his head. Holly threw her hands up and shifted in her seat to sit up straight. “How rude, Jackson, just barging in here. Can’t you see I’m busy?” She pointed to a pile of paperwork on the desk that she had been ignoring all morning. Chibs laughed at that and leant against the wall. “Ye know it’s only November, Holly.” “What’s your point, Filip?” “The point is, stop singing fucking Christmas carols.” Holly gasped and held a hand to her best in faux hurt. “How dare you!” Jax smirked and shook his head and Holly cracked a smile too. “Well now that you boys are here you can tell me, What time are we meeting at the maze tomorrow?” Jax blanked and looked to Chibs, whose expression mirrored his own. Holly rolled her eyes. “Gems been talking about it all week! The corn maze?!” “Ohhh youre wanting to know if your boyfriends gonna be back in time huh?” Jax teased. Holly glared at him when Chibs jumped in. “A romantic walk, getting lost in tha corn.” “Seriously, boys. Grow up.” The boys were about to respond when the roar of motorcycles filled the lot and they all peered outside. Four bikes rolled in and Holly recognised them as Happy, Juice, Kozik and Bobby. For almost a fortnight the four had been away, helping out in Tacoma charter, though Holly wasn’t sure of the reasons behind it. All Holly knew was that the absence had most definitely been noticed. Especially of one in particular. Happy had been the forefront of her thoughts even more than usual ever since the Halloween Party she had thrown where she could have sworn they had shared a moment before Tig had interrupted. She watched longingly as he backed his bike up and imagined herself running down from the office to greet him. How hed look up and grin while shed run in slow motion. How he’d run towards her and meet her halfway. How he’s lift his helmet off and toss it aside and she would leap into his arms, ‘The Notebook’ style, his strong arms wrapping around her. He’d say something like “oh how I’ve missed you, my one true love!” And pull her into a smouldering, earth-moving kiss while music played and the guys clapped and cheered and in the background, fireworks!... “Holly!” “Huh?!” She snapped out of her imagination to find Jax and Chibs smirking at her dreamy flushed expression. “Jesus darlin, you might need a napkin for all that drool.” “Shut up!” Holly snapped and stood up. She grabbed a wad of paperwork and shooed them out of the office before slamming the door behind him. The commotion drew the attention of the new arrivals and Holly twisted the blinds shut before slumping back to the desk.

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Holly stepped out of the taxi, thanking the driver and walked swiftly to the front door. Knock-knock. Holly adjusted her grip on the dish in her hands and waited rather impatiently. After twenty seconds of no response she knocked again and this time she saw a light flick on through the window. Eventually the door cracked open and she saw Clay peering at her through the gap “Holly?!” “G’morning!” She pushed the door open with her hip and walked into the house. Clay looked baffled as he watched her place the dish and the bags on the counter. “You know what time it is?” Clay asked stifling a yawn. Holly turned to him and noticed his boxer shorts and black singlet, and from his tired expression she could tell he had just woken up. “Where’s Gemma?” “In bed, like a normal person at,” He glanced at the clock. “Twenty past five, Jesus.” “Oh no.” She walked away from him, leaving him staring after you with a mixture of annoyance and confusion on his face. She walked down the hallway and entered the main bedroom, rolling her eyes at the form of Gemma’s body under the comforter. She strode over to the window and ripped the curtains open for dramatic affect, although it was still dark out. “Rise and shine, Gem!” She sang. Gemma groaned and sat up. “Is this a nightmare or are you really in my room?” She asked as she reached for her glasses. “I thought you would have known better than to sleep in.” Holly tutted. She grabbed the robe hanging off the door and tossed it to Gemma. “Get showered, we have a schedule.” And with that she turned and walked back to the kitchen. After twenty minutes Gemma walked in to see Holly hauling the turkey out of the refrigerator. “Need a hand?” Gemma mused as she reached for her cigarettes. Holly glared at her. “Look who finally showed up!” Gemma smirked. “Oh sweetheart it’s far too early for your attitude.” Holly rolled her eyes and opened the dish of stuffing. She had stayed up late last night preparing it. It was an old family recipe passed down from her grandmother and she had wanted to make it perfect. She knew Donna used to make it for Opie and she knew it would mean a lot to him.

The next few hours went relatively smoothly. Gemma had finally gotten stuck in although Holly was still stressing about being behind schedule. Jax and Tara had arrived with the kids although Tara was no help. That was mostly Gemma’s fault, as she didn’t trust her to touch any of the food prep so Tara was stuck cleaning up after them. Holly glanced at the clock and called for Clay, who groaned immediately upon hearing his name. “Can you get the table ready?” Holly asked as she rolled out the pastry for her pumpkin pie. Clay frowned. “Why? We’re not eating for ages.” “God do none of you care about things being perfect?! Just get the extra chair out at least. We need five for the kids table and twelve for the adults.” Gemma shook her head. “We need thirteen.” Holly frowned. She never counted wrong, not when it came to place settings. “Did you change the guest list?” She nodded casually. “Happy and his mom are coming.” “WHAT?!” Everyone stared at Holly, surprised by her outburst and she blushed deeply. “I mean it’s fine it’s just I didn’t plan for extra people and there might not be enough pie for everyone, and ahh..” Gem smirked and winked. “I’m sure you could share your pie with him, sweetheart.” Holly’s cheeks went an even darker shade of red and she tore her apron from her waist. “I need to.. pee.” And with that she ran to the bathroom, leaving the rest of her strange family in laughter.

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The house was filling up with guests, and Holly was in an even bigger frenzy now as she waited for Happy and his mother to arrive. She had never actually met Mrs Lowman, but in her imaginary life, where her and Happy were madly in love, they got on well. The nerves were setting in well and truly and she wanted everything to run smoothly, even more so now. The only guests to arrive were Happy, his mother, and Tig. All the food was ready to be served but Holly was still pottering around the kitchen, double checking the dishes were presented to a high standard. “Here.” She looked up, to see Juice holding out a glass of wine and he laughed at her startled expression. “Relax, Hol. Everything looks great.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she smiled at her friend as he embraced her. Just then there was a knock on the door and Holly quickly finished the wine and made herself look busy. Juice rolled his eyes and beamed at the newcomers. Happy held out the door for his mother and Gemma hurried over to greet them. Juice and Holly smiled as they watched them hug and Mrs Lowman turned to face them. Her eyes fell on Juice and she looked him up and down. “My my.. You are looking good, my Juicy.” Juice chuckled nervously, avoiding Happys narrowing eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. He shoved Holly forward. “This is Holly.” Holly gulped, her eyes similar to those of a deer caught in the headlights and she adjusted her outfit. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Lowman.” She smiled. Mrs Lowman pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Please, call me Maria.” She stepped back and looked at Holly warmly. “I have heard so much about you.” “Oh?” Happy cleared his throat and stepped in, ushering his mother to the side where Chibs was waiting to greet them. Juice nudged Holly with his elbow. “Shut it, Ortiz.” Juice scoffed and raised his arms in defence. “I didn’t say anything.” He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some more into the glass. “Thanks.” Holly sighed in relief. She reached for the bottle and walked away, chugging the contents and leaving Juice holding the glass he had filled for her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. It was going to be a long night.

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Laughter and banter filled the room as everyone filled their plates and took their seats around the table. Clay had finally gotten off his ‘lazy old ass’ (as Holly called it) and carved the turkey and Holly watched with a smile as she waited for all the guests to serve before she grabbed a plate. She scooped a variety of salads and casseroles onto her plate in small quantities and picked out the white meat of the turkey before turning to the table. Everyone was seated, and Holly scanned the table for an empty seat. The only chair left empty was between Opie and Happy, and Holly gripped her plate as she walked closer. She couldn’t help but feel she had been set up and by the cheeky grin Opie flashed her she knew she was right. Mrs ‘Call Me Maria’ Lowman was seated opposite her son and next to Juice, who looked uncomfortably awkward by the seating arrangement. Holly slid into her seat and laid a napkin across her lap. “Holly, Opie has been telling me you cooked all of this?” Holly blushed. “Not all of it, it was a joint effort.” “Well, food is the way to a mans heart.” Maria winked, sending Holly’s cheeks and darker shade of red and she turned to look at her son. “Hasn’t she done great, Happy?” Happy nodded and glanced at Holly. “It looks amazing.” He rasped quietly. Holly smiled and wished the ground could swallow her whole and she shot Juice a pleading ‘save me’ look. Thankfully he caught on and roped Mrs Lowman into a conversation, diverting her attention to ‘my Juicy’ as she called him. As the night went on Holly became more relaxed, mostly due to the wine she was consuming but she found herself chatting comfortably with Happy. Every now and then his denim clad thigh would brush against hers and every time it sent shivers down her spine. She fought hard to keep her cool, despite the manic thoughts that were running through her mind and she even managed to hold a conversation with Maria. And just like in her imagination, they got on well. Maria watched from across the table as Happy and Holly chatted between themselves. She could tell there was something was growing between the two, if only they could see it for themselves.

After dinner Holly cleared the dishes, with the help of Lyla and Tara. She had just placed a stack of plates on the counter when Juice darted into the kitchen. “What the hell, Hol!” “What?” Holly asked, taken aback. “I’ve been sending you signals all night. Happys mom is in love with me!” Holly laughed and rolled her eyes. “We all know you're handsome Juice, but get over yourself.” “I’m serious! If you hadn’t been eye fucking Happy all night maybe you’d have noticed her stroking my Mohawk!” Juice hissed. Holly laughed, brushing off his comment and began scraping plates. Juice threw his hands in the air in defeat and walked out of the kitchen, muttering something along the lines of “its a curse, being this good looking.”.

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The night was drawing to an end and those that were left were lounging on the sofas, chatting amongst themselves. Holly had headed to the kitchen to clear up the rest of the dessert dishes and pack the leftovers into containers for the guys to take home. Juice was helping her, and he groaned as he watched her scoop a generous portion of sweet potato casserole into a Tupperware container. “I don’t ever wanna see that again.” “You didn’t like it?” Holly asked. Juice shook his head. “I liked it too much. There’s no more room in here, I’m so fat.” He poked at his sculpted torso and Holly rolled her eyes. “Take some. I know how useless you are at cooking and you’ll want it tomorrow.” Just as Juice began to protest the two were joined my Happy and his mother, instantly sending a blush creeping up Holly’s neck. “Holly, my sweet girl, thank you for everything.” “Anytime, Mrs Lowman.” Holly smiled warmly. “Maria.” Mrs Lowman corrected before turning to Juice. “And you.” She looked him up and down before glancing between Holly and Happy and cleared her throat. “My Juicy, why don’t you take me home?” Happy frowned. “I can take you Ma.” “Don’t be silly, hijo, you stay and help Holly clean up. Take her home.” Happy glanced between his mother and Holly, whose cheeks were blushing deeply. “Cmon, My Juicy.” Maria wrapped her arm around Juice and pulled him to the door. Holly watched helplessly as Juice threw back one last alarmed look before being dragged outside and then the door was closed; leaving Happy and Holly alone in the kitchen. Silence fell between them and Holly turned back to the leftovers. Happy moved to stand beside her and Holly gulped. “I can finish up, if you wanted to head off.” Happy shook his head. “I want to help.” He reached for a dish, at the same time as Holly did and their hands brushed against each other. The light contact turned her legs to jelly and she bit her lip, quickly busying herself with the rest of the dishes. Once they were done Holly stacked the leftover containers on the counter. “You ready?” Happy asked quietly. Holly met his eye, getting lost in the darkness of his pupils and nodded. They said their goodbyes, earning a round of smirks and winks from the rest of the guys and left the house.

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They walked down the steps in silence, although it wasn’t uncomfortable. Holly followed Happy to Juices bike and he passed her his helmet. She smiled and pulled it into her head and he watched her fumble with the buckle before smirking. “Here, let me.” Holly gulped as he stepped closer and tightened the strap beneath her chin and she couldn’t help but study his features. “Ready?” He asked, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine. She nodded and after he was seated she grasped his broad shoulders and swung her leg over the bike. The engine roared to life beneath them and she grabbed hold of his waist as the bike rolled out into the street. He rode carefully, taking the corners smoothly and Holly smiled contently. She studied the way his hands gripped the handle bars and his tattooed arms. Before long the bike rolled to a stop in Holly’s driveway and Happy shut the engine off. She swung off the bike and Happy did the same while she unbuckled the helmet. “Thanks for the ride.” Happy nodded and flashed her a rare smile. “Anytime.” In silence they walked to the front steps and Holly fumbled with the keys as she unlocked the door. Once unlocked she swung the door open and cleared her throat. “Thanks.. again. Did you wanna..come in?” “I should get going.” Happy said quietly. Holly nodded, hoping her disappointment wasn’t shown on her face. She moved to step past him but he reached out and grasped her wrist. Holly gulped as she turned to look at him, the gap between them nearly nonexistent. His jaw clenched and she watched as his tongue darted across his lower lip and her breath caught in her throat as he dipped his head. Holly closed her eyes and tilted her head towards him when the shrill ringtone of his cell rang out. He pulled away and whipped his burner out of his pocket. “What?” He rasped into the receiver. A blush crept to Holly’s cheeks and she made an attempt to step back but with Happys hand still wrapped around her wrist it proved difficult. “You should probably head over here.. soon.” She could hear Juice saying on the other line. “Is ma okay?” Happy demanded, his body instantly tensing. “What? Yeah, she’s fine. But she uh.. she keeps calling me her Puerto Rican prince and don’t get me wrong Killer, your moms great, but if you don’t get here soon imma be your new stepdad.” Holly bit her lip and held in her laughter, while Happy gripped the phone tightly. “I’ll be there soon.” He snapped the burner shut and slid it into his pocket. “I should go.” Holly nodded and smiled warmly. She said her goodbyes and watched as Happy turned and walked back to the bike. She watched the bike disappear into the street and stepped inside, closing the door behind her and she leant back against the sturdy wood. With a blush still on her cheeks and her heart full of warmth, Holly smiled to herself. She was thankful. Thankful that she had so much to be thankful for.

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Alright fine. I was unsure whether or not I really wanted to post my entry to @docholligay‘s contest on my blog (where ya’ll can actually read it and where it’s actually linked to me), but since I’m sad more people haven’t posted their pieces and really wish they would, I figure it’s only fair I post mine. X~D Be the change you want in the world and all right?? Haha

It’s an Overwatch fic, 2,281 words. Emily/Tracer/Winston as primary characters. Tried to use as much of Doc’s canon as I could remember... especially since I don’t really have much in place for what I think the canon is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It had been a whirlwind to observe, the reassembling of Overwatch—especially as an outsider. Lena had disappeared in a flash, only to return a moment later to give Emily a peck and say she'd be back soon. Lena had invariably been the first to respond of course. She and Emily lived the closest to Winston after all.

Lena had been so eager to help with getting everything prepared, but she didn't even know where to start in organizing arrivals and living spaces for those coming from out of the area. Emily had decided to help out. How could she not?

Winston's place seemed designed well enough to host several visitors, so Emily had been working on preparing rooms and stocking the kitchen.

When she'd asked about dietary restrictions, Lena and Winston had looked at her blankly for a long moment before Lena piped up. "Well, of 'course ya know Angela—keep it kosher. 'N I think Geenji," she said it slowly, thinking. She glanced at Winston whose shoulders jerked up, 'I have no idea' written across his features. Lena's head just whipped back to Emily. "I think 'e might be vegetarian?"

"Helpful." Emily had murmured, and decided she would mostly prepare perishables until she could ask the arrivals herself. Lena and Winston were more than likely to forget if she asked them to make contact with everyone coming in just to find out now.

Angela and Fareeha were the first to arrive after that, but frequent visitors that they were, she and Lena set them up at their place, which was just as well. News arrived shortly after about the Moon Colony, and Lena disappeared for a while, a shadow to Winston. When Genji and McCree showed up, it was a relief to have Angela and Fareeha help, as Emily had never met either of them before.

The group didn't get a chance to all sit down for a meal together until shortly after Reinhardt arrived. There were too many mouths, so they'd ordered out from a local deli/pasta shop Angela had discovered. It'd taken a while for the food to arrive, but it was just as well as the group reminisced and joked around as they waited, and the food, when it arrived, didn't slow that down. Emily, of course, felt like she was sitting behind a veil, not separate but also not part of it all. They all made her feel comfortable of course, but she simply couldn't joke with them about that time McCree replaced one of Lena's training guns with a paintball gun or how disappointed he was when the paint all but dripped stainlessly off of Genji's mechanical chest... except for where one shot had splattered on his left pec. It was such a pleasure to watch Lena's face light up as she remembered, her whole body doubled over in laughter, hands clamped over her mouth. "Your nipple was green for a week Genj!"

"Y'know, I was actually thinkin' the li'l lady was training with Wintson that session." McCree added, saluting his glass of whiskey in Winston's direction.

Winston opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of Athena turning on to say something made him look toward his computer. Seeing Winston was preoccupied, the others turned instead to each other.

"I apologize for interrupting your party." Athena's voice rang above the din of the group's chatter.

Winston, looking in the direction of the nearest computer, insisted. "It is not, a party." Lena shot Emily a look which made her grin. Only Winston would insist this gathering was work and not play.

"A news alert has been issued. Times of Numbani reports Talon has targeted a Helix facility." The chatter tapered off as the rest of the group now listened to the robotic voice. "Inmate Akande Ogundimu, aka Doomfist, has escaped. I have accessed the article, and it is awaiting your attention on screen."

The attentiveness of the group had turned to stillness.

"Well Ah'll be damned." McCree's voice cut through the silence like a knife. Emily didn't look at him though. She'd been watching Winston when Athena had finished speaking. His face had fallen, his eyes haunted. "'s'lookin like the world might not be so upset after all, Overwatch gettin' back t'gether and what-not." No one replied to him. If Emily had been paying attention, she would have seen that Genji had touched McCree's shoulder and shook his head, quieting the man.

Emily turned her gaze to Lena, hoping her luv would explain to her what was going on. It wasn't like Emily didn't know who Doomfist was—who didn't?—but that didn't explain this reaction. A coldness gripped Emily as her gaze landed on Lena. The small woman looked paralyzed, except that her hand was slowly reaching toward the back of her chair, almost unconsciously, where her chronal accelerator lounged across it's back. She didn't need it strapped onto her in Winston's home, not with the Area Affect model he kept around.

"What—" Emily began, but was interrupted by Winston sitting up so fast from the table chairs scraped across the floor as the force of him moved them aside. He began making his way toward the computer. Before Emily could even return her gaze to Lena, the woman was a blur behind Winston.

"Win, it's gonna be fine." Her voice trailed after him.

Emily just barely heard Fareeha quietly say, "let's give them some space." She felt bodies moving, heard chairs shuffling as they made their way to the guest area.

"It is not fine." Winston's voice carried back as he reached his computer. "Talon shows up out of nowhere. We haven't figured out their recent movements yet—what they're up to. Until we defeat Doomfist, you should stay out of the field."

"But Winston, that's absurd!"

Emily found she had made her way calmly yet determinedly after them. "One of you is going to tell me what's going on!" Emily said firmly. She didn't have to lift her voice. They both turned to her. Winston looked away first, his face contorted with guilt. She looked to Lena, who glanced at Winston for help. When she saw his look, she said, "For god's sake Winston! It wasn't your fault!" She turned back to Emily. "We fought Doomfist, just before Overwatch fell apart."

"I remember reading about his arrest. If I remember correctly, Winston was attributed with affecting it. So that does not explain..." her inability to articulate what was going on being part of the problem, she finished her statement by exasperatedly gesturing at the two of them, both hands extending out stiffly as if to uncover the tension between them.

"Winston did take 'em in. But 'e didn't go on that mission alone. I—" The woman shuddered. "Doom, they make 'im out to be a bit mad, but 'e's not. He's... calculated. 'E notices patterns..."

A presence moved up beside Emily. Angela had remained in the room and now had come up to them, and her presence, as always, had a calming affect. It wasn't enough to break the tension, but some of Emily's nerves felt slightly less raw.

"It was the second time Lena got lost in time." Angela explained softly as she placed a hand on Emily's shoulder. "Akande broke her chronal accelaretor in that fight." Lena's eyes flicked away from Emily's and she wrung her hands together exactly once, shoulders tight and raised, her freckles contrasted starkly against her suddenly pale skin.

"You... never told me it happened in battle." Emily said softly, her eyes trying to search Lena's, but she wouldn't look at her. A part of her had always known that was likely how it had happened, but it was different, knowing that was the case, having a face to add to the mental image.

"Now you see why you can't go out in the field!" Winston demanded, finally turning away from the computer and back to Lena. The woman flinched, but her eyes stayed locked onto Emily's in that moment. The fear behind them certainly spoke of those nightmares—the ones she would wake to in the middle of the night, all but screaming, as if she would scream if only she could be heard. The nightmares which ended in them clinging to each other—Emily desperate to offer comfort and solace, and Lena to feel anchored and stable.

But there was something else to that fear too. She was afraid Emily would side with Winston. It made Emily's whole chest constrict, to realize Lena could argue with one of them on this point, but not both of them, and while everything in Emily suddenly screamed that Winston was right, she found she couldn't do that to the woman she loved, to the woman whose driving force was to make the world a better place. That was the woman she fell in love with; she couldn't deny her now.

"Lena," She breathed, closing the space between them. She grabbed the woman's too still hands in her own. "Lena look at me." She said, coaxing. Lena turned her fawny brown eyes up to hers. Emily lifted one hand to run her hand through the short hair behind Lena's ear. "You know better now." She pressed her hand against her hair and rested her forehead against Lena's. "However he bested you before, you won't let that happen again, and you'll come home to me." Lena's haunted eyes bloomed, suddenly smiling in relieved gratitude.

"'Cause if I don't, ya'll bring me back just so you can kill me, aye?" She laughed. It was filled with relief, but the nerves were still there. Despite her need to be out there, fighting the good fight, she was scared, and Emily had to close her eyes for a moment or risk changing her mind.

Letting out a strained laugh, Emily nodded against Lena's forehead. "That's right. Winston and I both will!"

Winston made a sound of frustration and began moving restlessly again, this time back toward the now empty dinner table. Emily stepped back so they could watch him. She let go of Lena's hand when she saw the woman needed to follow him. Lena blinked after him, and Emily looked at Angela who still stood calmly nearby, somehow utterly unobtrusive. She stepped up to her. "That was brave of you."

Emily let out a sigh and hooked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Lena will be Lena. How could I stop her and not risk losing her anyway?"

Angela nodded. "I understand. Fareeha and I had that talk a long time ago. It could be either one of us. It's easier, in a way, to understand. What you're doing—" Emily moved her hand a bit suddenly, palm down, fingers spread, and Angela had quieted. She wasn't sure she could hear what else Angela had to say in that moment. She was still reeling a little, and she was curious what Winston was doing. He had grabbed the Area Affect chronal accelerator and taken it over to his workbench. She moved to see what he was doing with it, and Angela slipped away.

"—wasn't actively searching you out, I was working on this. Since Overwatch had fallen by the time I got you back, I hoped I'd never have to use it," he was saying.

"But she uses it all the time." Emily said, walking up to them. "When she's at home and here." It felt silly to say, because of course Winston knew that, but the way he was talking about it was confusing. She needed him to backtrack or elaborate.

"Yes yes. That's how it ended up getting used. But I originally had plans for it to be a backup. Something another teammate always wore or it would be stationed at a nearby point Lena could always get back to. I even made a prototype harness to wear on my person so that next time..." He had been managing a matter-of-fact tone, but as he trailed off, his eyes grew distant, as if remembering something. Emily decided not to ask; she didn't want to know.

"There will always be a backup nearby is what I'm saying." He finished firmly, staring hard at Lena.

"Oh Win that's lovely!" Lena exclaimed, with almost too much exuberance, as if she could force herself back to her usual perkiness and self confidence. "See, I knew you'd come up with somethin'! You always 'ave my back."

Winston shifted, face uncomfortable, and Lena's expression faltered, and she looked away. "I promise Win," she said quietly. "You too Em." She shifted nervously. "I'll wait to go on field missions 'till Winston's got that portable and working... provided you don't dwaddle about with it Win... and I'll be extra wary of Doomfist. Believe me, I don' want to end up lost again any more than you two do."

And that, Emily knew with painful clarity, was certainly the truth. She did not expect a restful sleep tonight.

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