#the police at that desk are er. unconscious

[surfacage]

noire and lokha would get along! too much actually. its terrible

#and the world will turn to ash #noire #ffxiv #lo'kha sehnlla #wow i have never actually tagged lokha before here thats wild #not pictured: amelie knocking back three shots of vodka #hi im here to bail out lok-- uhm #hello. did you lose something #i... i kind of? lost... a person? a redhead? he was supposed to be in jail #have you checked the lost and found desk #the police at that desk are er. unconscious #hm thats unfortunate. im amelie. i too have misplaced my walking human rights violation #im...graha? hi? erm...

[scorpiussage]

The Lost Footage of You | Part 1 (Tom Buckley/OC)

Pairing: Tom Buckley (Red Lights)/OC

Summary: Tom gets called to a review a very odd case involving a young woman and some unexplainable found footage. 

Warnings: Violence, very dark themes

i.

Tom hates dealing with cops and he’s certain they hate him just as much. They watch him with open disdain as he gets buzzed through the locked security check points that keep the patients at Creekwood Sanitarium in and the regulars of society out. 

A nurse with the look of someone exhausted down to their soul meets him once he’s completely through security. She holds out a laminated visitors pass and he barely gets the chance to grab it and fix it to his clothes before she’s marching away from him down the main entrance corridor. 

“You’ll get thirty minutes to talk to her, so make it count,” the woman utters boredly, her gait surprisingly fast given her overall disposition and it causes Tom to have to power walk in order to keep up with her.  

“Er— right,” Tom replies weakly, trying to get his thoughts in order, “Has she said anything since being admitted?”

The nurse shoots him a sharp eyed, pursed lip look, “No.” 

Tom mentally adds “Nurses” to his ever growing list of things and people he hates. 

This entire case is sort of an unconventional one for Tom. Usually he’s exposing supposed psychics and tarot readers as fraudulent— never has he been asked by law enforcement to work on a case. 

Two weeks ago, six people were found brutally murdered at what appeared to be some sort of séance. A seventh person was found unconscious at the scene, a one Y/F/N Y/L/N, and with her a camcorder and a purse full of tapes. Now, Tom hasn’t seen the tapes yet, (he’s still waiting for clearance from the county judge to be allowed to watch them) but he’s been told roughly what they consist of. Whatever is on those tapes has law enforcement quaking in their boots. 

Tom has been called in to not only determine the validity of the tapes, but to also see if the young woman involved has some sort of supernatural ability. The police certainly think that the tapes are supernatural in nature. 

For a psychiatric facility, the living quarters of the patients and the inmates are actually pretty nice compared to the standard. Y/N has her own room and it has a few furnishings like a desk and a cushioned chair near the barred window. She’s sitting in said chair, starring out into the gray gloom of the facility grounds and the forest beyond them. 

This is the first look that Tom is getting of her and while they told him she was young, he’s still surprised. She can’t be older than 25 and she’s shockingly beautiful too. He sort of freezes in place when their eyes meet for the first time. He feels all too like the skinny weird kid he used to be and being faced with the local hottie. 

“Remember Mr. Buckley, 30 minutes,” the nurse says, shocking Tom out of his trance as she leaves the two of them alone, locking the door behind herself. 

Tom clears his throat awkwardly and takes a seat on the edge of Y/N’s desk, realizing too late that it probably makes him look like a middle school teacher trying to seem down to earth. 

“Hello,” he says with a weak smile, “I’m Dr. Tom Buckley.” 

“You don’t look like a doctor,” Y/N replies with a voice so soft that Tom has to lean forward to hear her better. 

“Er— I’m not a medical doctor, actually I’m a physicist.” 

Trying to grasp onto what to say next, Tom pulls the desk chair out and brings it over to where she’s sitting, placing himself in front of her, “I’m sort of a specialist in my particular field.” 

The woman stares at him blankly and it prompts him to start info dumping, “I deal with uncovering frauds who claim to be psychic or to have supernatural abilities. Not to say that that’s what you are, but that’s why I’m here.” 

The woman nods, “The police think I killed all those people.” 

Tom winces, “Um, yeah, they do.” 

Sinking into her chair she regards him with those piercing eyes of hers, almost making him feel like he’s being dissected. 

“Sometimes things happen around me that don’t make sense,” she says after a while, cutting off Tom who was about to start asking questions if only to fill the silence, “I carry around a videocamera to document everything.” 

“Have you? Documented these weird happenings?”

Y/N fidgets, her eyes darting to look back out the window, “A friend of a friend of a friend heard about me and requested me to do this séance? Like with a ouija board and stuff? I didn’t really want to do it but he said he’d pay me for my time.”

She takes a deep breath here, seemingly struggling to say out loud what occurred, “I told them it was a bad idea. The weird things that happen around me? The energies don’t like being taunted and I told those people that but they didn’t listen to me.” 

Tom quickly pulls out a notebook and pen, ready to take notes, “Can you tell me a bit more about these ‘energies’? What do they do?” 

“I— I wouldn’t call them ghosts, that seems too simple to what they are. They just— they’re always there, following me around? They get mad if I ignore them too long or if I try to provoke them.” 

“What do they do if you ignore them?” He asks. 

Y/N bites her lip nervously, eyeing him like she’s trying to decide if he’s trustworthy or not. She must come to the conclusion that he is, because she turns around in her chair and lifts up the back of her shirt. 

Tom’s notebook and pen go clattering to the floor, his shock audible in the horrified gasp he lets out. Big ugly bruises and weeping claw marks mar her back, in locations and styles that she would not be able to do to herself. 

Tom thinks that this case is going to end up being more than he bargained for. 

ii.

Tom isn’t sure what to expect when he finally gets approval to view the video tapes. He’s left alone in an unused interrogation room with a small box TV and a larger-than-he-expected stack of tapes. None of them are labeled and the cop that escorted him to the room fucked off without saying anything. 

With a deep sigh, Tom grabs the first tape on the top and pushes it into the VCR. It starts off how all home made videos are want to do, with jumbled, unfocused images before they finally settle.

It’s Y/N filming herself through the reflection of a bathroom mirror. She’s breathing heavily and the camera is shaking with her unsteady hands. Gulping audibly, she starts talking, “It’s— uh— Tuesday, August the 5th. The noises are back.” 

She jumps when a loud thump echoes in the background. She swings the camera to face a closed door— either the door to the bathroom or a closet, Tom can’t tell. Everything is still and quiet before another bang visibly rattles the door in its frame. Like someone slammed their fist into it. 

Y/N drops the camera in fright, the visual becoming that of her feet and the bottom of the door. 

Tom is both captivated and horrified, this whole thing is playing out like a real life horror movie.

“Don’t do it, don’t open the door,” he mutters to himself, both literally and figuratively on the edge of his seat. He holds his breath when she cracks the door.

She stands there for a moment before reaching down and picking up the camera. The door is now open to show a tightly packed linen closet. There’s absolutely no where a person could hide in that. 

Tom turns off the TV. 

iii.

The next time Tom goes to visit her, it’s during the patients’ outside recreational time. She’s sat off by herself under the shade of a large tree and she’s ripping up fistfuls of grass boredly. Tom rubs his sweaty palms on his pants before taking a seat near her. 

“Hey,” he greets awkwardly, “How are you?”

She shrugs and he tries to figure out what to say next. 

“How long have weird things been happening to you?” He eventually lands on, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

“Since I was a kid, I guess? My mom kept making us move because she was convinced the houses we lived in were haunted.” 

The ‘but it’s actually me’ goes unsaid. Tom feels a lot of sympathy for her, he can’t imagine being terrorized by unseen forces for years. He doesn’t really know how to express that sentiment to her though without flat out saying her life is a fucking horror movie. 

Deciding to change trajectory of the conversation, he asks, “Can you tell me more about that night?”

“It was supposed to be a seance,” she tells him and then after a long pause adds, “I think.” 

He frowns, “You think?”

She brushes the loose grass off of her palms, “The set up was really weird. Everyone was in a circle and they made me sit in the middle.”

“You were in the middle?”

She nods, “I brought my camera, but they told me I wasn’t allowed to film. I lied about turning it off and left it recording inside my bag. I just felt weird about the whole thing.” 

Tom bites at his thumb as he thinks. He hasn’t made it to the video of that night yet and this conversation is creating more questions than answers. 

“What happened next?” He finally asks. 

“That’s the thing. I can’t remember.” 

iv

Tom doesn’t know how many more of the tapes he can watch. Each one is more horrifying than the last and if it were him, he would’ve taken a swan dive off a building out of sheer terror. 

For not the first time, he wishes Margaret was still alive to give him some guidance on what to do. Part of him feels relief that there’s another with strange abilities, but not at the suffering of this poor woman. 

He’s only halfway through the stack and he feels like this entire experience has aged him 10 years. With an exhausted sigh, he pops the next one into the VCR and hits play. 

The video starts off with a visual of the end of her bed before she turns the camera around to show her face. The lighting is poor, coming only from the faint glow of her bedside lamp. 

“It’s 2:38 am,” her voice is in a hushed whisper like she’s afraid of being overheard, “There’s something under my bed.” 

She peeks the camera over the edge of her bed to show her wooden floors. Nothing happens for a long moment before the camera jolts as the bed is shaken in its frame. She lets out a scream and buries herself under the covers like a child would, bringing the camera with her. The video goes on with a close up of her panicked face until eventually she falls asleep. 

Tom feels like he’s the only one who’s capable of protecting her. 

to be continued...

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[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.16

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

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As soon as the ER’S automatic doors whooshed open, you were racing to the front desk. You’d left Lila at home with Abby, who insisted she’d be okay to take care of the child. Honestly you were surprised you hadn’t been pulled over with the speed you were driving, you’re sure you probably ran at least two red lights in the process of getting to the hospital. You stopped at the front desk, a blonde woman with a bob sitting behind the glass screen, typing away at her keyboard. You were still trying to catch your breath, when she finally noticed your presence.

“Hi, are you a vision, or patient?” She asks, looking up at you.

“I’m a visitor, I’m here to see Ellie Williams, she was brought in 3 hours ago.” Your voice breaks and you nervously tap your fingers against the wooded barrier that separated you from her.

“I see, and what is your relationship to the patient?” She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a sheet of stickers.

“She’s my wife, can I see her, please?” Your heart is beating out of your chest and you watch as she takes a fluorescent green sticker with the word “Visitor” printed in bold writing. She hands it to you and immediately, you stick it to your shirt. Your feet are tapping against the tile, as she types into her computer and then finally turns back to face you.

“Room 123, down the hall on your left.”

You immediately speed down the hall and find the room, you don’t bother knocking and instead rush into the room. It was bleak, a single bed where your ex lay unconscious, two armchairs, one in which Joel was sat with his head in his hands and an array of medical equipment stored in boxes. Joel is started when he notices your presence, immediately coming over to you.

“What happened?” He wraps his arms around you as tears fall freely from your eyes, but no words leave the mans mouth. He just holds you tightly, afraid you’d disappear.

“Joel?” You slowly remove yourself from the hug, looking into his eyes, searching for answers.

“She was stabbed, her neighbour heard commotion, saw the front door open and immediately called the cops. They said if she hadn’t called when she did we could’ve lost her completely.”

You feel a wave of nausea hit you, you could’ve lost her. You didn’t know why but immediately you felt like somehow this was your fault. Like in some way you had something to do with this. You were so focused on finding a way to blame yourself that you hadn’t even registered or asked who had done it.

“Who, who did this to her?” You ask urgently, and you see Joel hesitate, his eyes looking away from yours as he shifts uncomfortably.

Before you can pester the information out of him, a knock sounds from the door and you’re met with two police officers.

“Are you Y/N, the ex-wife?” The male officer asks, a notebook in his hand and a phone in the other. You nod hesitantly, afraid of what they might want from you.

“Do you mind coming with us? We’d like to speak to you about the events of tonight.” The female officer now says, and you feel Joel’s hand on your shoulder. You turn to see him nod and you mumble a quiet “Yes” Before following the officers outside into an empty office down the hall.

“Have a seat, this shouldn’t take too long” The male officer sits down across from you, the female sitting besides him, and you take a seat in the patient chair.

“Alright Y/N, I’m officer Wallis, and this is officer James, you’re not in trouble we just need your help to help further our investigation.” The female officer says to you, and once again you nod. Your eyes are still spilling tears, and all you can see is the image of Ellie laying in that bed unconscious.

“I assume you were told that you ex-wife was stabbed tonight?” Officer James asks as he looks up at you, pen in his hands as he writes notes in the book he’d brought with him.

“Yes.” You say, knowing that was the extent of what Joel told you had happened.

“Alright, are you familiar with a Miss Amelia Mitchell?” Officer Wallis asks, as she opens a thick off-white envelope.

It doesn’t register to you at first, Amelia Mitchell? You’d never heard, nor met an Amelia Mitchell.

“Um, no. I’m not familiar with that name officer.” Officer Wallis nods, then reaches into the envelope, pulling out a stack of photos. She picks one out, turning it towards you and immediately your heart rate speeds up. Amelia Mitchell. It was Amelia, the Amelia that Ellie had an affair with. How was she relevant to this situation? It had been 2 years since the affair and the separation, why all of a sudden were you being asked about her.

“Based on your reaction, I’m assuming you’re familiar with this person?”

“Yes, my wife had an affair with her, but that was two years ago” Your mind is racing, all you want is answers, and no-one seems to be giving them to you.

“Ex-wife” The male officer corrects you, and you’re too stressed out to register that you had even made that mistake.

“What does this have to do with anything? I would like to be with Ellie right now, so can we speed this up?” You were growing annoyed, and the officer correcting you on the status of you and Ellies relationship didn’t nothing to aid the annoyance.

“Amelia was responsible for the stabbing of your ex-wife, she had plans of coming after you and your daughter next” Your ears being to ring, your throat going unreasonably dry and your eyes suddenly droop.

“Y/N?” Officer Wallis calls out to you, your mind in a far off place.

“Y/N?” You’re broken out of your trance when officer James snaps his fingers together, trying to grab your attention.

“Where is she?” The words make their way out of your mouth without hesitancy.

“She’s currently detained, no harm will come to your family I can assure you that.” You can see the empathy in her smile, as she says this and you nod hesitantly.

“How did you know, that she wanted to hurt…” You can’t even bring yourself to complete the sentence, the thought of you baby being hurt making you want to retch.

“We caught her at a motel near Ms. Williams home. She had a book full of plans she had premeditated, but that’s now in evidence.” You nod at officer James’ words, however the fear still lingers. Ellie was hurt, and if Amelia hadn’t been caught tonight Lila could’ve been next. You didn’t care for yourself, but if your daughter had anything happened to her, you weren’t sure you’d cope.

“We can assure you that no further harm will come to you, Ms. Williams or your daughter. Amelia will be behind bars for a long time.”

-

Joel knew you were frightened, on top of that the both of you were exhausted. It was nearing 4am and Ellie still hadn’t woken up. The doctor assured the two of you that she wasn’t in a coma, but that the anaesthetics she had been under were strong, given the procedure to remove the knife required she stay rested post surgery. You had told Joel all about the Amelia situation, about how she had planned to hurt you and Lila. The two of you had broken down in another puddle of tears, for the second time today. All you wanted was for Ellie to be okay, you wanted to hold her, tell her everything would be alright. You couldn’t believe that after two years that psycho would still feel the need to get revenge against your family. As if she hadn’t already done enough damage.

All too soon thoughts of Amelia leave your mind, as your eyes begin to droop, sleep finally beginning to take over your body. Slouched in the laughably small hospital chair, with Joel beside you, you lean on your shoulder with your eyes closed. You’re however alarmed by a faint voice calling out to you, causing you to open your eyes suddenly. You were startled to see Ellie trying to sit up, and immediately you scrambled towards her.

“Joel, go get the nurse” He jumps from his chair, exiting the room in search for the nurse.

You hear the door shut and turn to a groggy and confused Ellie, your hands smoothening her short hair as you carefully sit on the bed with her. Tears once again fall from your eyes, she was okay and she was here with you. Her face softened when she saw you were crying and she took your hand in hers, holding them tightly, as if you would disappear if she let go.

“I’m alive, and you’re here.”

“Ofcourse I’m here, I’ll always be here for you El’s”

“I thought I was going to die, I though I’d never see you or Lila again” Her voice is groggy as she makes the confession, a lone tear leaving her left eye as she looks at you.

“Shhh, don’t think about that, I’m here with you now, I’m not going anywhere.” You place a gentle kiss on her warm forehead, and she holds onto you with both arms. You’re both interrupted by the sound of the door opening, Joel and the nurse entering in haste.

-

It had been three days since the stabbing, and you were finally bringing Ellie home. Lila had spent the past three days at Dina’s, as you didn’t want to put all that responsibility on Abby. You’d go to Dina and Jesse’s for 4 hours of the day, to shower, eat and put Lila to bed and then you were back at the hospital. Your little girl was understanding of the situation, but didn’t know the real reason as to why Momma was in the hospital.

Both you, Joel and Ellie had agreed it was best you’d told her that Ellie had appendicitis, and had to have her appendix removed, as she was far too young to know the truth. When the doctors had told you that Ellies recovery would recover lots of attention and care specifically when sleeping as she was at risk of concussion due to hitting her head, you insisted she stay with you. A part of you also didn’t feel comfortable being without her. After almost loosing her, you couldn’t bare the thought of leaving her to recover on her own.

“Alright Els, Joel’s gonna bring you downstairs and I’ll meet you in the car” You say, as you stand from the hospital bed. She nods, and then smiles fondly.

“I can’t wait to see her, I miss her so much.” You smile, knowing she hadn’t seen Lila in over a week, they had facetious but it wasn’t the same and you knew it. All the two of them would ask about was each other.

“She can’t wait to see you either, she’s been pestering D and J all day.” You grab the duffel bag that had a few of Ellies clothes you had brought over and then place a kiss on her cheek, proceeding to make your way to the door.

The car ride home was short, and as you pulled into the driveway you spotted two cars, Dina’s and Abbys. You knew Dina, Jesse, JJ and Lila were at the house waiting, but Abby hadn’t told you she was coming. You let out a sigh, hoping things would go smoothly and put the car into park. You exited the car, Joel doing the same but instead of heading to the door he assisted Ellie in getting out of the vehicle and then walked her to the door.

“Momma!” You heard Lila’s loud squeal as she came running full speed towards Ellie, crashing into her legs and enveloping her in a hug.

“Careful Lila, you damn near knocked your Momma over, remember what we said, we gotta be gentle.” Joel hisses at the girl and all she does is smile brightly, looking up at Ellie. The pure adoration in her eyes, making both you and her other mother melt.

“It’s fine Joel” Ellie laughs as she ruffles Lila’s hair, usually she’d crouch down but in her condition that was a no go. “I missed you so much baby.” She smiles as she stroked Lilas cheeks, too occupied with her daughter she misses the entrance of Jesse, Dina and JJ who had all appeared in the walkway. You leave them to make their greeting with Ellie and enter the living room to find it empty, you wander into the kitchen and lo and behold, was Abby.

“Hey.” You breathe out, she seemed to be cooking something. A wooden spoon in her hand and a tea towel slung over her shoulder. She immediately came over to you, enveloping you in a hug and then planting hungry kisses on your neck.

“I missed you.” She breathed, her strong arms holding on to your frame as her head rested in the crook of your neck, leaving kissed there.

“Missed you too” You smile, but removing her head from your neck, the kisses becoming too passionate for your liking, especially considering the large group of people who were over at the moment.

“What was that for?” She pouts.

“Not right now Abs.” You stroke her cheek and smile, leaving her to jokingly grunt before returning to the food.

“I’m making chicken noodle soup, was going to bring it to the hospital but I found Dina, Jesse and the kids here and they told me Ellie was coming home today.” She turns the stove off and then places the lid on top of the cooking pot.

“Thats very thoughtful, and yeah Ellie’s going to be staying with us”

“I see, how long?” Her eyes refuse to meet yours and you can tell she’s growing upset.

“I’m not sure, it depends on how her recovery goes” She rolls her eyes and you immediately grow defensive.

“Abby, really? She had no one else, she needs her family right now.” You cross your arms, not wanting to start a fight right now, but yet you needed to address her concern.

“Joel’s her family, she can’t stay with him?” She comes closer to you, and you take a step back. She immediately goes red at your actions.

“We’re her family too, Lila and I will always be her family and you’d do right to remember that.”

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[avis-and-panda]

To Be or Not to Be-Chapter two

Chapter two 

The Calm After the Storm… Kinda 

Sunday, July 2nd. 

During the drive to the hospital, Aizawa called Recovery Girl; for good reason seeing as he needed to keep three kids from dying before they got there. 

The brunette’s face was flushed and whined at every loud noise. Considering the bloody wound on the back of his head, he definitely had a concussion. The red-head, who fell unconscious at some point, had a knife lodged in his side. Although they were able to stop the bleeding, that knife was a huge problem if it wasn’t taken care of soon, especially if it hit any organs. The girl was in the most danger. Although all the bleeding from her wounds had stopped, she was frightfully pale. She must have lost a lot of blood beforehand. Aizawa periodically checked her pulse. 

When Aizawa and Yamada arrived at the hospital with the injured kids, Recovery Girl was already there. All three children were sent to the ER, the old woman following close behind. Aizawa left the hospital while Yamada stayed behind to meet up with Detective Tsukauchi at the police station. 

  

- 

  

Monday, July 3rd. 

“They’re names are Elena Bell, Arlo Keen, and Nikolaus Brandt.” Aizawa looked through the evidence as Tsukauchi relayed out loud what he found out, “They go to Kuran Private High School. They’re in their second year and attend the same class.” 

“That’s all you’ve found out? Just information from their school ID?” Aizawa asked. 

“That, and information such as their birthday and blood type from their regular ID’s. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find much else.” 

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, “And why not?” 

Tsukauchi sighed, “Well, first, I tried going through their emergency contacts, thinking I might reach their parents. Instead, I got this.” 

Tsukauchi placed a phone before Aizawa, set to call one of the kids’ mother. Tsukauchi pressed “call” and folded his hands back in his lap. After three rings, someone picked up, but instead of hearing them on the other side, a high-pitched ringing sound came from the phone, causing Aizawa to flinch. The screen started glitching and the ringing got more and more high-pitched until Tsukauchi ended the call. 

The two of them sat in silence for a moment. 

“…That is certainly weird.” Aizawa said, still trying to figure out why it happened, “Are you sure it isn’t broken?” 

“I already called tech support; the phones are perfectly fine.” 

“Have you tried the other two?” 

“Yes. Same thing happened.” 

Aizawa bustled in thought, “Have you tried looking up the school and getting their phone number?” 

“That’s another thing.” Tsukauchi sighed tiredly and ran a hand down his face, “It doesn’t exist.” 

Aizawa blinked at him. 

“What?” He asked incredulously. 

“Well, as far as I know. There is no record of there being or ever being a Kuran Private High School in Japan. We haven’t done an international search yet, but it doesn’t even come up with a simple online search.” 

Aizawa narrowed his eyes again, “Are you suggesting that these heavily injured kids are fake students at a fake school wearing fake uniforms and carrying fake IDs?” 

Tsukauchi sighed, “It’s too early to make any conclusions right now, but I’ve also found that none of them are registered citizens in Japan. That, and the souvenirs from Kyoto that I found in their bags make it seem like they’re from a foreign school and came to Japan on a school trip or something.” 

“So, they’re either students from an overseas school and were attacked right in Japan for some reason or they’re part of some elaborate lie?” 

“With the information we have right now, those are the most valid conclusions, yes.” 

“And what about their attackers?” 

Tsukauchi pulled a knife in an evidence bag from the evidence pile on his desk. 

“This is the knife that was lodged in Brandt’s right flank. Luckily it wasn’t a fatal wound. The only fingerprints on it are his own, meaning the attacker was wearing gloves. We were also able to discern that it was the same knife used to injure Bell.” 

“I see. Anything else?” 

“Both Brandt and Keen had head injuries, however, Brandt looked more like he was hit by a blunt object while Keen looked like he was thrown back into a wall. His spine was cracked, and his head injury was in the back of his head while Brandt’s was on his right temple.” Tsukauchi paused and frowned. 

“This is another weird thing. Keen’s concussion was severe. If he was thrown back so hard, he should have more than just a slightly fractured spine.” 

“Maybe one of them has a healing quirk.” Aizawa suggested. 

“Possible but improbable. Healing quirks are quite rare...” 

He was right. Recovery Girl’s quirk is so rare she travels from hospital to hospital to help, despite her primary vocation being UA’s school nurse. 

Aizawa’s phone suddenly rang. “Aizawa Shouta.” 

“YO!! Eraserhead!!” Aizawa abruptly moved the phone away from him, checking the caller ID this time. And, assuredly, there said “Yamada” in all its glory. Aizawa groaned. 

“Mic, what have I said about shouting into the phone? You’re going to burst someone’s eardrums.” 

“Sorry, Eraserhead!” Yamada responded loudly. Aizawa made an annoyed noise and shook his head in disapproval. 

“Why are you calling?” 

“Recovery Girl wants to talk to you. One of the kids woke up!” 

Aizawa met eyes with Tsukauchi, whom he’s sure heard everything. The detective nodded resolutely. 

“Let’s get the police chief.” 

- 

By the time Aizawa and Tsukauchi arrived at Arlo Keen’s hospital room, with Tsuragamae Kenji, the chief of police, it was already evening. Recovery Girl was waiting for them outside of Arlo’s room. 

“How is he?” Tsuragamae asked. 

“Better than he could have been. He suffered a lot of head trauma, but it seemed like his injuries were already partially healed before I got to him.” Recovery Girl responded. 

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, “Someone got to him before you?” 

Recovery Girl shook her head, “None of the other doctors tending to him had a healing quirk. However, it does seem like someone healed him beforehand.” 

“Is he awake right now?” Tsukauchi asked. 

“Yes, he’s been awake for several hours. He’s been given some ibuprofen, so he should be okay for questioning.” 

Tsukauchi gave her an appreciative smile and nodded. The four of them move to enter the room. 

“Where’s Mic?” Aizawa asked, suddenly realizing the sound hero was notably absent based on the lack of noise. 

“I kicked him out. The poor boy kept covering his ears and even asked for a pair of muffs the last time that man talked to him.” 

Aizawa smirked under his scarf. Of course. Yamada couldn’t shut up to save his life. 

Recovery Girl frowned as she reached to open Arlo’s room, “The child has sensitive hearing, and I highly doubt his concussion is helping.” she warned, “If he weren’t tended to as soon as he was, he would have been in critical condition.” 

The other three adults nodded as she opened the door. They were greeted by Arlo Keen turning his head, which had bandages wrapped around it, to see the adults entering the room. He smiled brightly and looked like he was going to say something when his eyes landed on the police chief and he froze. 

The adults looked at him questioningly as Arlo’s eyes roamed over Tsuragamae’s dog-like form, seemingly in shock. 

“Good evening! I am Tsuragamae Kenji, the chief of police! Ruff!” Greeted Tsuragamae brightly. Arlo startled, smile slowly dropping, before taking a deep breath. 

“I’m dreaming.” 

The adults blinked in surprise. Tsukauchi stepped forward in a placating manner, “I can assure you, you’re not dre—” Tsukauchi was cut off by Arlo pinching his cheek, followed by a loud “OW!” 

“Are you trying to cause more problems for yourself? Stop that!” Recovery Girl pointed her cane at him in warning. 

Arlo winced and turned to her with an apologetic expression, “Sorry! I was just testing something.” He sharply turned his head back to Tsuragamae. The adults watched him curiously. 

“So… I’m not dreaming.” 

“I’m afraid not, young man. Why would you assume so, ruff?” Tsuragamae asked. 

“Well…” Arlo scratched the back of his head as he tried to find the right words, “Um, t-this is gonna sound… obscenely rude but… A-are you a dog?” 

“That is correct. My appearance is part of a mutation quirk.”  Tsuragamae replied. 

“A… a ‘mutation quirk’?” Arlo’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

Tsukauchi frowned, concerned. Aizawa watched in interest as the former stepped forward and offered a kind smile. 

“Hi, I’m detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. We’re going to be asking you some questions regarding yesterday afternoon, is that alright?” 

Arlo blinked and turned to Tsukauchi, seemingly snapped out of his confusion for the moment, “Yeah, I don’t mind. I don’t know how much I can tell you though. I blacked out at some point.” He furrowed his brow, in thought this time, “I honestly don’t know how I got here.” 

“Where do you think ‘here’ is?” 

“Kyoto?” 

“I’m afraid not.” Tsukauchi gave him a kind smile, “You’re currently in Musutafu, Japan. You arrived here in some sort of portal yesterday.” 

“A por— Wait, where did you say I am?” 

“Musutafu, a major city in Japan. You’re currently in the Musutafu hospital.” 

Arlo brought his hand to his chin in a thinking manner and tilted his head, “Musutafu? That’s—Hmm… I don’t recall there being such a city in Japan.” 

“Really?” All four adults reared back in surprise. Musutafu was a large city, plus the home of UA, one of the best hero schools around. Every kid his age, even foreigners, would know where the home of UA is.  

Aizawa narrowed his eyes in thought. This kid had been acting quite strange. First, he acted as if he’d never seen a mutation quirk before, which was impossible considering one sees them left and right, and then he’s never heard about a primary Japanese city? He’d understand the latter to a degree if the kid was from another country, which was likely considering he wasn’t a registered citizen, but the first one just didn’t make any sense. It was almost as if...  

Aizawa's eyes widened and stepped directly in front of Arlo. 

“I have a very important question that I need you to answer honestly for me, okay?” 

Arlo nodded meekly, anxious at the sudden change of mood, “O-okay.” 

“Do you know what a quirk is?” 

“Uh…” Arlo’s eyes darted between the adults nervously, landing on Tsuragamae before returning to Aizawa’s piercing stare. 

“Well, I know the definition of the word ‘quirk’, but in this uh—” he gestured to Tsuragamae, “—context, I don’t believe I’m familiar with the term?” 

Arlo averted his eyes, nervously rubbing his neck as the adults stared at him in disbelief. Tsukauchi was the first to break the silence. 

“…He’s not lying.” 

This kid genuinely didn’t know what a quirk is. 

- 

Arlo thought about it. 

And thought about it. 

And yet none of it made sense. 

Sure, it was ‘possible’ to change a person’s anatomy with magic and make them look like animals. The thing was, it was not only super illegal, but it was also super dangerous. 

So, he had stared, unabashedly, trying to figure out why a dog that looked like a cop was standing before him. 

And then the dog introduced himself as the chief of police, which just complicated things more, because why would the chief of police be part of a practice of illegal magic? Unless it was forced upon him which was entirely possible considering what Frederick’s experienced and—Did he just say “ruff”? 

…Okay. He was definitely dreaming. 

Because if he wasn’t then either this person, Tsuragamae, was super into his role as a dog or he was fused with a dog. And if changing a living thing’s anatomy was super dangerous and illegal, then fusing two living things was straight up inhumane and a warrant for life in prison. That was how werewolves were made. 

The only logical explanation was that he was dreaming. 

Except he wasn’t if the hard pinch he gave himself was anything to go from. 

When Tsuragamae explained that his appearance was part of his quirk, it only confused Arlo further. 

Sure, he may have not been all that well versed in Japan’s laws so it’s possible that they had released a new law recently legalizing the practice of magic fusing, even though he thinks he would have heard of it anyways ‘cause that’s a big thing to just legalize, but he’d never heard anyone use the term “quirk” in this context. 

And then they told him he was in Musutafu, a city in Japan that he had also never heard of. 

As he expressed his confusion, the adults started to get confused as well. That’s when the weirdly dressed man asked him in a low, almost bored, but serious voice, “Do you know what a quirk is?” 

Arlo answered honestly. 

But he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, because then all the adults were staring at him openly, clearly shocked, until the detective said in disbelief, “He’s not lying.” 

Arlo looked away, a little embarrassed from all the staring. He peeked at the black-haired man from under his bangs. The man wore black, baggy clothes, his hair was long and unruly, and he wore some type of white cloth around his neck. He’d say it was a scarf, but it was the beginning of July, and it was way too thin to bring any warmth. But then again, his clothes looked warm too, and he seemed to have an abundance of the cloth, so maybe he was wrong. He also had an eyepatch, one that reminded him of the one Youko made for Nikolaus. 

All in all, the man didn’t look like a cop. Arlo was about to ask who he was when a voice interrupted him. 

“Well, isn’t this an interesting development? A child without knowledge of quirks, in this day and age!” 

Arlo faced the adults fully again trying to place where the voice came from. It sounded like it came from the man, but it was way too high pitched. 

“Wha—” He was about to ask, when a small creature popped out of the man’s scarf. 

“Good evening! I am principal Nedzu of—" 

“HAHHH?!” 

Arlo jumped back, almost falling over the edge of the bed, which he would have if it wasn’t for the white cloth that suddenly wrapped around him. He stared in slight shock as the man maneuvered the cloth with expert ability, his hair then blown from his face, giving Arlo a clear view of his scars, and his one eye glowing red. 

“Aizawa!” Oh, so that’s his name, “Be careful with the patient. He’s still injured! And you—” 

Recovery Girl pointed her cane at Arlo, “—What did I say about injuring yourself?” 

Arlo waved his hands placatingly as he situated himself back on the bed, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to this time! And…” he rubbed his neck, embarrassed, “I’m sorry for screaming too. I was just… surprised.” 

Understatement of the year. 

“No, no, it’s my fault for frightening you.” Nedzu jumped off Aizawa’s shoulder and landed on a chair beside Arlo’s bed, “Let’s start over! I am the Principal Nedzu of UA high school!” 

Arlo reached over and hesitantly shook Nedzu’s paw, “Arlo Keen.” He tilted his head in confusion, “Why is the principal of a high school here?” 

“You and your friends fell in UA’s dorm building. It’s only natural that we’d come and take the case!” 

Take the case? What kind of school took an official police case? 

“We?” Arlo said instead, turning his head to look at Aizawa. 

“That’s right! This is Aizawa Shouta, pro hero, and homeroom teacher at UA high school.” Nedzu relayed cheerfully. 

Arlo’s brow furrowed in confusion, “Pro hero? What’s that?” 

The adults shared glances among each other, “Professional hero. As in, I was professionally trained and hired to be a hero,” answered Aizawa. 

Arlo tilted his head thoughtfully, “Hero? As in, the police?” 

“Not quite.” Tsuragamae answered this time, “On the field, the police force is not allowed to use their quirks before, during, or after fighting a villain, or criminals in general, unless explicitly ordered to. Heroes, or other individuals such as Recovery Girl, are permitted to use their quirks as a part of their job. Heroes specifically, are permitted to use their quirks to fight villains or rescue civilians.” 

“I see…” Arlo placed his hand on his chin thoughtfully, “And, this is little late but, what exactly are quirks?” 

Tsuragamae shared a look with Tsukauchi before stepping back. In turn, Tsukauchi stepped forward, apparently taking the reins. 

“Before that, I need to ask you some more questions, okay?” 

“Oh, okay.” Arlo straightened, a little disappointed he wasn’t being given answers at that moment, but he didn’t complain and prepared himself to answer any questions. 

“Based on your accent and appearance, I can assume you’re not from Japan?” 

“Yeah! I’m from the UK. My class went to Kyoto for a school trip, which is where I’m supposed to be.” 

“Do you remember the events that led to you blacking out?” 

“Uh… Yeah, but it’s a little fuzzy.” 

Tsukauchi nodded in understanding and gave him a kind smile, “Can you relay them for us?” 

Arlo returned his smile, “I’ll try my best.” 

If Arlo was being honest, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to recall the events all that well. The hit he took was hard, but he said he’d try, so try he would. 

They had just arrived in Kyoto the day earlier. Everyone woke up early so they could frolic and look around as much as they could without falling behind schedule. The teachers took them to the National Museum of Modern Art and he remembered being amazed by the paintings. Early on, Arlo and his group, Elena and Nikolaus, broke off from the rest of the class to do some of their own exploring. At some point, they realized it was around the time the teachers made the class agree to meet back up for lunch, so they hurried to the meeting point. 

They didn’t see how empty the museum had gotten. 

They didn’t see the attack coming. 

Not until Nikolaus had blood pouring from his head, knees buckled and leaning on the wall for support. 

Two figures emerged from hiding then, both wearing a black hoodie, pants, a mask, and sunglasses. One was holding a knife while the other appeared unarmed. The one with the knife, a girl based on her voice, said their names as if asking if they had the right people. Elena responded aggressively, asking why they attacked if they weren’t even sure they had the right people. 

The girl lunged for Elena without answering while the other lunged for Arlo and Nikolaus. While the latter straightened himself out, Arlo blocked the punch the person sent him and punched their stomach in a counterattack. The person stumbled back, clutching his gut before lifting his head and abruptly brought his arms out in front of him, moving his hands in such a way that made it seem like he was manipulating something invisible. 

Arlo was confused before realizing he was being lifted off the ground. 

Nikolaus tried to grab at him but was too slow and Arlo was slammed against the ceiling before he was dropped back to the floor, effectively knocking him out. 

#mha #Chapter two! #Enjoy!

[kk095]

Lin’s Traumatic Arrest

Lin was a 32 year old Asian woman who was more on the petite side, standing at just a hair over 5 feet tall, with a skinny build and A-cup breasts. She had a short pixie cut, a tattoo sleeve on her left arm, and a belly button ring. Lin worked as a front desk manager at a hotel on the other side of town, and has been there for about 6 years.

Last night, Lin’s night auditor called in sick, which would leave the hotel unmanned until the following morning. Normally hotels have 2 night auditors, but the hotel Lin worked at only had 1 since the other night auditor quit, and another hasn’t been hired as of yet. As the front desk manager, Lin was the only other person in her department cross trained to work night audit, so she reluctantly decided to cover that 11pm to 7am shift.

Unfortunately, Lin never made it to work that night. While driving to the hotel, her car was struck by a speeding SUV that blew through a red light, hitting her head on with tremendous force. Lin was thrown around violently inside her vehicle. Glass pieces were flying all over, the airbag deployed, slamming the petite young lady back in an instant. A few sharp, tiny glass shards became embedded in Lin’s face, while Lin heard a popping sound coming from her chest. The SUV that hit her sped off into the night, fleeing the scene as soon as humanly possible as a battered Lin watched helplessly.

Lin felt a sharp pain inside her chest whenever she inhaled, and felt a stinging sensation in her face where the glass shards were stuck. She began to feel scared, knowing her night just drastically changed. Her eyes teared up and she let out a few cries and moans, with fear beginning to set in. She then began to feel cold, and shivered a bit. Lin ultimately ended up coughing up some blood before passing out, desperately waiting for help to arrive.

Emergency services arrived to the scene of the accident in the coming minutes and began doing what they could for the young hotel manager. The police and fire department secured the scene and redirected oncoming traffic while the medics assessed the young lady. They opened the door and attempted to wake her up. “miss? Miss? Are you with us?” one of the medics asked, doing a sternal rub. Lin groaned in response, but her eyes remained shut. “can you tell me where it hurts sweetie?” the medic asked. Lin made a gurgling sound, spitting up more blood, eyes opening up slowly. “get me a c-collar and a backboard. We gotta get her to the ER ASAP.” The medic called out to the rest of the ambulance crew.

A c-collar was placed on the 32 year old and she was carefully removed from the vehicle, being placed on a backboard and taken over to a nearby ambulance where the medics prepped her for transport. The team removed Lin’s top and snipped her navy blue bra off, and removed her socks and shoes. IV access was obtained by EMS on scene, and they hung a bag of ringer’s lactate to commence fluid resuscitation. Another member of the ambulance crew set up a portable ECG with a heart monitor. Initially, Lin’s vital signs were: BP 62/39 mm/Hg, heart rate 138bpm, and o2 saturation down to 93 percent. The ECG showed an alternating QRS complex with low voltage out of a few of the leads. Auscultation revealed diminished breath sounds on the left side with muffled heart sounds.

Finally, the ambulance sped off towards the hospital, lights and sirens blaring. A terrified Lin looked up at one of the medics and asked “am I going to die?” The medic replied “you’re doing great! They’re going to take good care of you when we get to the hospital.”, trying their best to be encouraging.

Further along during the ride to the hospital, Lin’s condition began to deteriorate further. Her already low blood pressure began to drop further, and she eventually fell unconscious. The medics ultimately decided to intubate Lin for the purposes of airway management. A 7.0 ET tube was navigated into the young lady’s airway, and held in place with a blue tube holder. Post intubation, mechanical ventilation was started once an ambu bag was attached to the tube.

Post intubation, Lin’s oxygen saturation improved, but her blood pressure continued decreasing at an alarming rate. The medics decided to push a 250cc bolus of normal saline to buy Lin some time, but they knew her condition was serious. Unfortunately, the fluid bolus failed to do the trick, and Lin became pulseless, with PEA displaying on the monitors. One of the medics immediately began deep, strong chest compressions on Lin. Her skinny chest caved in and her tummy rippled outward. Her right arm dangled off the side of the gurney and bobbed in sync with the harsh compressions she was receiving. Epinephrine and atropine were injected into her IV line in an attempt to either achieve ROSC or a shockable rhythm- basically, *anything* better than what was going on at that particular moment.

The remainder of the ambulance ride came and went, and the resuscitation efforts from the medics were ineffective. Lin arrived at the hospital still receiving CPR as she was being wheeled into the trauma bay. At that point, the medics pushed 2 rounds of drugs intravenously, and failed to obtain a rhythm outside PEA. Lin’s pupils were sluggish but reactive in the ER, having a total down time of 7 and a half minutes by time she arrived.

Once she was transferred onto the trauma room table under the large overhead light, the trauma team took over the code and began barking orders at each other. “get me an echo” “set up a portable chest x ray” “run STAT trauma labs” “start her on the MTP” was some of what was said. It looked like chaos, but everyone had a role, and knew exactly what they were doing. Nurses were scrambling around setting up equipment, hanging blood transfusion bags, and drawing trauma labs while Lin continued to receive deep, rapid chest compressions.

The chest x ray showed multiple rib fractures- some because of the accident, some because of CPR. Lin’s heart was also slightly herniated into the right side of her thoracic cavity. The last thing the chest x ray revealed was a left sided tension pneumothorax with right sided tracheal deviation.

The echocardiogram that was performed showed massive pericardial effusion with possible laceration to the pericardium, one of the cardiac chambers, or a combination of the two, but it was hard to tell since the signs were non specific.

Due to the dire circumstances of the situation, the trauma team decided to perform a left anterolateral thoracotomy on Lin in order to relieve tamponade, investigate her injuries a bit more, and hopefully restore a heartbeat. While the trauma team set up the thoracotomy equipment, a left sided chest tube was being placed in an attempt to ameliorate the tension pneumothorax.

So much was going on at once. Lin’s chest was being pumped by one of the ER nurses while a chest tube was being placed mere inches away. The chest tube drained a combination of air and blood, and a hissing sound could be heard once the tube was in the correct location. Immediately after chest tube placement, betadine was splashed all across the 32 year old’s chest. A large, crude incision was made beginning in the 5th intercostal space just slightly to the left of the sternum. The cut was extended laterally across the patient’s chest, under her left nipple, and ultimately ending up just shy of her left armpit. The underlying tissue was cut and separated, and a rib spreader was placed into the freshly made incision area. The metal spreader pried Lin’s ribs apart forcefully, making a popping and cracking sound each time the knob was turned.

Once the chest was opened sufficiently, a vertical incision was made in the pericardium away from the phrenic nerve. Once the lining of the heart was opened, a large accumulation of blood oozed out and into the patient’s chest cavity, and onto the doctors gloves. Suction was applied to the area and a cross clamp was placed on the descending portion of the aorta, and external CPR was swapped in favor of internal massage.

Lin remained in PEA even after the drastic efforts, so another round of drugs were pushed into her IV line. Meanwhile, Lin’s ET tube became clogged up with blood, so the tube was rapidly suctioned out in order to maintain her airway. Just as the tube was cleared, it filled right back up with blood and had to be cleared for a 2nd time before her airway was restored.

It took another dose of medications and another 4 minutes worth of internal massage, but Lin finally converted to a shockable rhythm. The internal paddles were charged to 20 joules and lowered into Lin’s chest cavity around her weakly fidgeting heart and delivered shock #1. A dull, wet thunk could be heard while Lin’s limp, lifeless body twitched sharply. The monitors still showed v-fib, so internal compressions were resumed while the large, spoon shaped paddles were recharged. For shock #2, the internal paddles were charged to 30 joules. The stronger intensity of the shock caused Lin’s toes to curl at the other end of the table, showing off the thin, prominent wrinkles throughout the soles of her tiny feet.

V-fib still persisted after the second shock, so internal massage was resumed and the next round of drugs were pushed into her IV line. Lin’s airway became filled with blood yet again, so that had to be suctioned out yet again. Once the paddles were good to go, Lin received her third internal shock. Her torso flopped for a moment in response to the shock before returning to her previous position. Lin’s complexion was pasty white, she was cold to the touch, and has been down for nearly 25 minutes at this point.

The trauma team shocked Lin 3 more times with the internal paddles and coded her for another 7 minutes but unfortunately, Lin became asystolic and her pupils were discovered to be fixed and dilated. Despite everyone’s best efforts that evening, time of death was called at 11:14pm. The ambu bag was detached and the flatlined monitors were shut off. The EKG electrodes were disconnected and the chest tube+thoracotomy equipment was removed. Lastly, a toe tag was placed on the big toe of Lin’s left foot and her body was covered up.

Lin’s autopsy revealed that she died from a right atrial blowout, resulting in catastrophic tamponade and bleeding, explaining her rapid cardiovascular decline.

The driver of the SUV that fled the scene of the accident still hasn't been located. If you have any information regarding the driver's whereabouts, please do the right thing for Lin and reach out to the police department.

[the-delta-42]

Infected

Infected

Ladybug darted to the Akuma’s side, ducking under its arm and conjuring a dagger to cut the object from the chain around the Akuma’s neck. Ladybug swung the arm holding the dagger, only for the Akuma to grab her arm and wrench the dagger free.

“Thank you.” Sneered the Akuma, before plunging the dagger deep into Ladybug’s side.

The Akuma leaned forwards, allowing Ladybug to rip the chain off their neck. The Akuma fluttered out and Ladybug caught it in her yoyo. She purified the butterfly and cast her Miraculous Ladybug. The scars that adorned the Eiffel Tower vanished, but the burning pain in her side remained. Ladybug looked down and saw the dagger was still in her side. Ladybug looked at the Akuma victim, before carefully wrapping an arm around them and taking them to the ground.

“Can you make your way home from here?” Asked Ladybug, looking at the citizen.

The citizen nodded and started to walk off, leaving Ladybug to head to the rooftops before she de-transformed. Ladybug just made it to her balcony, the dagger still in her side, it had to stay in to prevent her from bleeding out…right? Her transformation fell and the burning pain became blistering agony. Marinette looked down at the blade and wrapped her hand around the leather-bound handle. She quickly clamped her hand over the wound, as Tikki spotted it and flew off to get the first aid kit.

Marinette examined the dagger, the blade was roughly half the length of her forearm. On one side of the blade, it was serrated and on the other it was curved. Marinette’s first thought was that it was a hunting knife, before Tikki returned.

“You need to go to a hospital, Marinette.” Said Tikki, looking up at her chosen.

“And say what? I got stabbed fighting an Akuma as Ladybug?” Questioned Marinette, lifting her shirt up, “I don’t think it hit anything important.”

“That’s not the point, Marinette!” Protested Tikki, as Marinette put anti-septic onto the wound, “What if it gets infected?”

“Tikki, that only happens if the wound isn’t cleaned,” Sighed Marinette, carefully threading a needle, “I cleaned the wound, and this is going to hurt like hell.”

Tikki winced and looked away as Marinette stitched herself back up, “I still think you need to go to the hospital.”

“Tikki, I’ll be fine, what’s the worst that can happen?” Asked Marinette, climbing down into her room and carefully settling herself down into her bed.

I

Marinette scowled at the maths problem in front of her. It’d been a week since she had that knife jammed into her side and it was killing her, Lila had tried to trip her up and it was boiling. Thankfully, there hadn’t been an akuma today.

“Alright everyone, complete the problem you’re currently on and hand them in.” Said the Teacher, making Marinette sigh.

Alya glanced at Marinette’s paper, “Er, girl, you’ve only done three questions.”

“Sorry, it was really difficult.” Excused Marinette, collecting the papers and walking up to the teacher’s desk.

“Marinette, is everything alright?” Asked the teacher, frowning, “You look like you’re burning up.”

“It’s nothing.” Dismissed Marinette, handing the papers to them.

They had PE next, Marinette hoped that no one would question the vest she was wearing. No one even noticed she was wearing a vest, it hurt to move her arms. Marinette stumbled slightly and shook her head to get rid of the black spots appearing in her vision.

D’Argencourt had Marinette’s class standing in a line, “Today, we have guests, some from my fencing troop and others from other schools.”

Marinette spotted Kagami and gave her a small wave, before looking back at D’Argencourt.

“We will start our lesson off with five laps of the gym and then some stretches to warm up.” Commanded D’Argencourt, making everyone groan, “10 laps!”

Everyone was still grumbling as they started jogging, Marinette slightly slower than everyone else. Lila noticed and smirked to herself. They completed one lap, two, three. On the fourth lap, Lila ‘tripped’ and had Marinette run into the back of her.

“OW!” Cried Lila, gripping her ankle, as Marinette fell onto the floor on her side, “My ankle, it hurts!”

Everyone headed towards Lila and Marinette. D’Argencourt glanced at Lila and instructed her to sit on the bench for the rest of the lesson, before turning his attention to Marinette.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng,” Said D’Argencourt, before frowning, “pretending to be unconscious isn’t going to work.”

Marinette didn’t move, making D’Argencourt sigh through his nose and grab her arm and hoist her up, “Ms. Dupain-Cheng!”

Rose looked over as D’Argencourt spoke and spotted a red patch blossoming on Marinette’s side. Rose screamed and pointing at the area, D’Argencourt followed Rose’s finger and froze.

“Le Chien; get the nurse, Raincomprix; call an ambulance, Lahiffe; get her parents.” Ordered D’Argencourt, carefully lowering Marinette to the ground and kneeling beside her. The teacher placed his hands over the wound and pressed down. He noticed no one had moved, “NOW!”

Nino and Kim shot off, while Sabrina ran to get her phone. Everyone was silent, as Sabrina returned with her phone. A couple minutes later, Kim returned with the nurse.

“Good lord!” Gasped the Nurse, before rushing over, “What the hell happened?”

“Rossi tripped, Dupain-Cheng ran into the back of her, I lifted her up and she started bleeding.” Grunted D’Argencourt, as blood seeped between his fingers.

“Keep compressing the wound, judging by the amount of blood it’s fairly deep.” Said the nurse, as Nino returned with Marinette’s mother.

Sabine froze, before she looked around. Alya looked like she was going to faint, while Adrien looked like he was staring death in the face. Sabine headed over to Alya, she might not be able to help her daughter, but she could help her friends.

“What happened?” Asked Sabine, touching Alya’s shoulder, jerking the girl from her daze.

“I, I don’t know.” Confessed Alya, “One second we were jogging, and the next Lila had bumped into Marinette and she passed out. Then Mr D’Argencourt picked her up and she started bleeding.”

Sabrina led a pair of paramedics into the gym, where they took over from D’Argencourt and the school nurse. A Police Officer entered a minute later, looking around and spotting the school staff. Adrien, Nino, Alya and Sabine were joined by Kagami and Luka.

“Looks like a knife wound.” Said a Paramedic, carefully removing Marinette’s blood-soaked shirt and vest. The Paramedic froze, “Apparently she tried to patch herself up.”

The Officer froze when he heard that, “I don’t suppose you know how to contact her parents?”

“Her mother is other there.” Said D’Argencourt, pointing at Sabine.

The office nodded and walked over to the Chinese woman, frowning.

“Mrs Dupain-Cheng?” Asked the Officer, looking down at the short woman.

“Mrs Cheng.” Corrected Sabine, looking up at him, “Is she going to be alright?”

“She should, at most the wound is an infected, shallow wound,” Responded the Officer, “I don’t suppose you know how she got the wound?”

Sabine shook her head, “No, as far as I know, she hasn’t come back in bleeding.”

“Is there anyone who you can think of, that may want to harm your daughter?” Questioned the Officer.

“No, I don’t think anyone would want to hurt Marinette?” Replied Sabine, her gaze falling back to Marinette.

“Are there any issues at home?” Asked the Officer, frowning.

Sabine’s head snapped around to look at him, her face going slack in shock.

“Are you trying to say that my husband and I did this to her?” Demanded Sabine, struggling to process the accusation.

“We’re considering all possibilities.” Answered the Officer, folding his arms, “We’ll be speaking to her when she wakes up.”

Without another word, the Officer spun on his heel and walked off, leaving a gobsmacked Sabine and silent Alya. The others had heard what the officer said, as well as what he’d implied.

“Marinette’s parents wouldn’t hurt her, would they?” Asked Lila, capitalising on the current state of shock.

“Her parents are the nicest people going,” Said Kim, frowning, “that guy was white, right?”

Nathaniel nodded, “He’s been hanging around the area, he’s actually known to be biased against anyone who doesn’t fit the aryan race.”

“Wait, he’s a nazi?” Asked Kim, giving Nathaniel a sideways look, “How’d you know?”

“His social media was featured in the news,” Responded the red head, “I thought he was suspended.”

“He is.” Confirmed Sabrina, getting ff her phone, “I just asked my dad if he’s been put back on duty. The answer’s he wasn’t.”

The class went over what Sabrina said, before the girl continued, “However, what he said about speaking to Marinette when she woke up was standard procedure, given how no one else can answer how she got that wound.”

“And the accusation that Marinette’s parents were responsible?” Asked Alix, glancing at the Paramedics, who were loading Marinette onto a stretcher and preparing to leave with her.

Sabine moved to follow them, stating she was Marinette’s mother. The procession exited the gym, leaving everyone in a flat silence.

“If that police officer is going to try and say that Marinette’s parents did this, we need to find a way to stop him.” Said Kim, as Alya, Nino, Adrien, Luka and Kagmai joined them.

“There’s a security camera that looked away from the school, it has Marinette’s balcony in the frame,” Said Alya, looking around the class, “it might’ve caught what happened.”

Everyone slowly turned and looked at Max.

“How did I know you were going to do that?” Sighed Max.

I

Everyone crowded behind Max, trying to get a good view of the screen.

“The School has to update their firewall and security systems, because it was far too easy to hack in,” Said Max, typing away at his keyboard, “Now, I just need to find the camera and the moment Marinette was stabbed.”

“Wait, you’re in?” Asked Kim, looking at Max.

Max sighed and slumped, “Yes, Kim, I’m in.”

“Ha, ha, classic.” Grinned Kim, as Max started his search.

“How far does the footage go back?” Asked Adrien, as Max brought up a video of Lila and Marinette.

“Well, this is the day Marinette was expelled.” Said Max, as Lila started walking down the stairs, “I don’t know what’s going on, since there’s no sound.”

Lila got to the bottom of the stairs, sat down and started screaming. Everyone stared as the teachers appeared and Lila accused Marinette of pushing her.

“That lying bitch.” Seethed Alya, pulling out her phone and opening google.

“What are you doing?” Asked Alix, as Alya glared at her phone.

“Research.” Growled Alya, glaring at her screen.

“Anyway,” Said Max, deciding to move forwards, “This is about a week ago, now we just need to wait for Marinette to appear.”

The group sat and watched as evening flew past, Kim laughed when he saw a pigeon fly into Marinette’s room and the girl throwing it back out the window. The evening progressed further, as the footage slowly got darker.

“This is surprisingly high quality.” Remarked Max, as a flash in Marinette’s room caught their attention.

Everyone froze as Ladybug appeared from Marinette’s skylight and swung off into the city.

“Okay, either Marinette’s Ladybug, she know’s who Ladybug is or she’s hooking up with Ladybug.” Said Kim, as Ladybug suddenly reappeared in the frame, with an Akuma chasing her.

“I missed an Akuma?” Whined Adrien and Alya, getting strange looks from everyone else.

“Are you two sure you aren’t one person?” Asked Nino, as Ladybug and the Akuma vanished again.

Everyone waited in silence for Ladybug to appear on the screen again. Max decided to speed up the footage, until Ladybug reappeared.

Ladybug roughly landed on Marinette’s balcony, where her transformation fell. Marinette sat crouch with her hand pressed against her side. A first aid kit flew up to her, with Marinette starting to patch herself up.

Everyone was silent at they tried to comprehend what they’d just seen.

I

Sabine watched as Marinette wriggled in the bed. A nurse stuck her head through the door, with Officer Raincomprix behind her.

“Marinette,” Said the nurse, softly, “This nice man was hoping you’d be able to answer some questions.”

Marinette scowled at the nurse, “I’m not a child, I’m fifteen and I know who he is.”

The nurse flushed, as Officer Raincomprix entered.

“Marinette,” Asked Raincomprix, sitting in a chair not far from the bed, “Can you remember how you got stabbed?”

Marinette looked down and gave a small nod.

“Do you know who did it?” Asked Raincomprix, leaning forwards.

Marinette shook her head, getting a disappointed sigh from Raincomprix.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you’d been stabbed?” Questioned Raincomprix, running a hand down his face.

“I was embarrassed, I guess.” Mumbled Marinette, picking at the blanket.

Raincomprix sighed, “Marinette, you were very luck today. The doctors told me that the wound was become infected and, if it’d been left any longer, could’ve led to sepsis.”

Marinette continued to look and pick at the blanket.

“Marinette, the next time you’re hurt from an outside source, you need to tell someone, even if it’s a minor thing, like a bruise.” Implored Raincomprix, before getting up and leaving.

Sabine reached out and grasped Marinette’s hand, making the girl look at her, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You and Papa are busy.” Mumbled Marinette, looking back at her lap.

“I meant what you are doing as Ladybug.” Sabine gently squeezed Marinette’s hand, making the girl’s head snap back up to look at her.

“H-how do you know?” Stammered Marinette, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Marinette, please,” Sighed Sabine, “give your father and I some credit. We noticed how you were conveniently absent during attacks, and you kept returning as if you’d been running a marathon.”

“I thought I was careful.” Mumbled Marinette, looking at her lap.

“You were,” Assured Sabine, “but we live under the same roof. The only way we wouldn’t know is if we were neglectful.”

“D-do you want me to stop?” Whispered Marinette, glancing at her mother.

“No, I just want you to be more careful in future. Maybe you could take up some self-defence classes just in case something like this happens again.”

Marinette kept her head down and gave a reluctant nod, at least her mother didn’t demand she stop being Ladybug.

“Now, how did you get stabbed?” Asked Sabine, looking down at Marinette.

“I, kinda, conjured a knife and the Akuma forced me to stab myself with it.” Mumbled Marinette, but Sabine heard her.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

I

“We can’t show this to the police.”

No one looked at Sabrina when she spoke, none of them disagreeing with her. It was bad enough that they all knew Marinette’s Identity, they couldn’t go and blab to the police.

“We’re going to have to tell her that we know.” Stated Adrien, looking around, “We can’t keep this from her.”

“How can we tell her?” Asked Juleka, looking at the Model, “How can we tell her that we know she’s Ladybug?”

Adrien was silent for a moment, “Leave it to me.”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #sabine cheng #tom dupain #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #classmates #Tikki #delta writes

[malereader-inserts]

Circle of Life

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Spencer Reid x/& Male!reader Summary: You have a weird thing about dying. Word Count: 1,288 A/n: I’m not ignoring request, just this week is birthday prompts as lead up to my birthday on Sunday

“I would hate to die on my birthday,” You hummed closing a case file as Spencer, who was rambling stops to you look at you funnily, “What? I’d like to think of life as an incomplete circle.”

Spencer looks lost as he sits across you, it was just you two filling in files and whilst he was done with most of his cases and decided to take a quick break as you finished your fifth one of the day.

“I mean when you die on your birthday, you kind of complete your circle. You live how many years in complete, not like so many years and six months.”

“Doesn’t mean their story is complete,” Spencer says as you shrugged, whilst he continues, “A man of seventeen could die on his birthday wouldn’t have finished his story compared to a woman of eighty-nine dying halfway through to her ninetieth birthday, who had completed her story.”

“Are you more satisfied with your life being a complete circle?” You asked, “Circles over circles, like a big Venn diagram? Or circle stencil art? I like the idea of an incomplete circle, with the mystery of what would have been - you know? Each to their own really.”

Spencer stares at you as you stand up stretching your back, offering him another mug of coffee. He watches you walk away from the desk, holding two mugs and wonders what goes in your head sometimes.

“Happy birthday,” Hotch greets you as you exit your motel bedroom.

The team was in the middle of a case, you were upset that you couldn’t take a day off on your birthday, like you usually do, but you had a job to protect people so you brushed it off as it was no big deal. 

You smiled at your boss, as you lean your back against the railing, waiting for everyone to come out of their rooms, “Thanks.”

Hotch nods and smiles, “Any plans after the case?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Usually, it would be a relaxing day, get phone calls from my family and then usually spend the night celebrating it with friends, but I guess, I’ll just have to find another way in spending it.”

“The team has yet to celebrate with you,” your boss mentions as you sight Reid and Morgan on their way to you, “You’ve been in the team for five years and not one birthday of yours we’ve celebrated.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Never want to bother you guys.”

“Garcia thought you weren’t the bar type, you know,” Morgan butts in the conversation as you chuckled.

“Whether or not I was or wasn’t doesn’t mean I’ll stop celebrating it with you guys. Tell me a setting, time and date, I’ll be there.”

In an ideal situation, should be an easy case, catch the killer and go home. Yet, the case got complicated when it’s three killers leaders working as a team, with people “ranking” below them helping, as they hold people as hostages at a library. Not only that, but they also started firing and it became a showdown. You were doing fine, everyone was wearing their bulletproof vest. 

What you didn’t know is that the team accidentally came one vest short, so you were borrowing one from the police you were working with. Here’s the catch, one of the policemen wasn’t actually working there and was with the killers. 

It was only till you got shot twice that you realised that your vest was much lighter than the others. The two shots to your body swept you off your feet and launching you onto your back.

You gasped at the sudden shock, you wanted to get the vest off you as if it was some disease you wanted to wash away but you knew the moment that vest was loosened it would stop the pressure from the wounds. You dropped your gun by your side as your hands fly trying to find the entrance of the bullets.

Panic.

That was on your mind right now, not even noticing how everyone was still shooting towards the library, and back right to reinforcement. You were too panicked to even here your team shouting at you to see if you were alive. It was only when you sense someone grabs the shoulder straps of your vest and drags you behind a car, leaning your weaken state against the car.

In your hazy state, you could muster up a figure wearing an FBI vest, one of your team. You could tell it was Spencer, he was lanky and it was his hairstyle that gave it away.

“Spen-cer” You croaked out as Spencer snaps his eyes to look dead in your eyes. 

He was busy looking at the leaking holes of your blood, seeping and darkening the dark blue vest, staining the white lettering. Your stare looks lost and dazed, as Spencer’s eyes widen. Shouting to whoever would listen to were alive but barely focusing. You would need help as soon as possible.

“Hey,” He murmured to you, a hand on top of one of your hand and the other against your cheek, “Don’t talk too much, I need you to focus your energy in keeping yourself awake.”

“o-kay,” You hummed, blinking as you gasped yourself another breath.

The pain was constant but it was the fact you couldn’t endure any more pain. Chills were running down your body as Spencer had kept lightly slapping your face to keep you awake, hoping tides would change and you would be getting help soon.

“I don’t want you to be dying on your birthday,” Spencer talks, as he watches how your eyes open a little more, letting him know you were listening, “You always wanted your circle to be incomplete, we can’t let you die with a complete circle.”

“Hmm.”

“Come on (y/n),” There was slight beg in his tone, “Lets incomplete your circle.”

You opened the door, after the showdown, you were admitted to the hospital whilst everyone flew back, Hotch stayed with you until you were fine to fly back. The moment you landed, you stayed at home. No one had really seen you for the past two days, but you heard the door go. 

Obligated to open it, surprised to find Spencer there behind it.

“Hey?” You questioned, tilting your head as he awkwardly stands there, “Want to come in?”

You stepped to the side as he enters your apartment, not taking the chance to absorb his surroundings as he looks at you.

“What can I do for you?” 

“Wanted to check up on you,” Spencer scratches the back of his neck, “Never got to talk whilst we were in the hospital-”

“Yeah I was-”

“-unconscious,” the two of you say in unison. 

The pair of you stare at each other, awkwardly as Spencer straightens his back, lifting his hand up to show that he’s got takeaway for the two of you.

“Thought you’d like this, you never really got to celebrate your birthday, and well, the team is heading down here in three hours, so I thought that was enough time for us to kill.”

You raised an eyebrow and smiled, shoulders relaxing, “Alright Spencer.”

“And oh-” Spencer hands you the takeaway bag, allowing you to see what he had ordered, “I got you something for your birthday.”

“What-?”

Spencer exchanged your food bag with a gift bag, you raised an eyebrow as you hold the first thing in the bag, “A circle stencil?” 

“Thought, you’d like it since you have a thing for circles.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes but flashing him a smile, “I’ll get you back.”

“I know you will, but, er, real presents are at the bottom of the bag.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x male reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x male reader #x male reader

[achliegh]

Revenge

This is way more my element, I love writing tragedy. This is intense; this has even more TWs then before. This will be a lot of my biggest fears put into one fic and somethings that have actually happened. I won’t be telling which is which. There will be almost no comfort in this fic and it will be ending on a cliff hanger with nothing after. So, let your mind wander.

CW/TW: Past Abusive relationship, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attack, past age difference relationship (Illegal), Violence, sexual assault, revenge p0rn

Part1 Part2 Part3 Ending1

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Besides Luka, I made him up, don’t care for him tho

Leo and Sirius had left to talk to Coach about three hours ago, long enough that Logan was getting anxious. He and Finn were sitting on the couch trying to distract themselves by watching shitty shows on TLC. My 600lbs life was on but neither of them knew whose story it was because they weren’t paying attention.

“Should we text them and ask how it's going? I mean it’s been a long time..” Finn looked up from his phone while chewing his lip. His finger is hovering over his phone's keypad, he had created a group chat with him, Sirius, Logan and Leo. He hadn’t texted anything but was worried about Leo, he can’t get the idea of Leo stuffing himself between the toilet and bathtub while hyperventilating. He didn’t want Leo to go through that again especially not in front of people who he was close with but not as close as he and Logan are.

“I don’t see why not… I am getting nervous also.” Finn sighs and nods, kissing the Canadian’s hand that was intertwined with his as a way to anchor themselves.

Cap, Lo, Peanut and You

Fish: Hey hows it going???

7:00pm

Cap: ???

Cap: Ask Nutty

7:01pm

Lo: Isn’t he with you?!

7:01pm

Cap: I dropped him off in the parking garage like an hour ago…

7:09pm

Fish: WHAT?!

7:10pm

Finn was officially freaking out he was calling Sirius while Logan was calling Leo. Leo’s phone was going straight to voicemail. Logan called 15 times and was crying by the 5th. Finn got a hold of Sirius after the second try.

“Why didn’t you answer the first time!?” He was so scared that he was getting angry at Sirius who was only trying to help. “You dropped him off an hour ago? Why didn’t you walk him up to the apartment? You know the situation he's in! WHAT THE FUCK!” He was crying and hung up on Sirius and throwing his phone down on the floor and covering his face with his hands. Logan was still trying to call Leo, desperately clutching his phone.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. The boys fell over each other as they ran to the door. To their disappointment, It was Remus and Sirius. They let them in, sitting at the island in the kitchen Remus spoke first.

“Okay, so we know Sirius was the last person to see Leo. Do we know that Leo hasn’t just taken some time for himself? He has been pretty distant lately and Sirius said he was pretty secluded when he dropped him off. He asked Sirius not to worry about walking him up.” He furrowed his brow thinking about how odd that sounded now that he was repeating it. He looked over at his boyfriend.

“It sounds weird now that I think about it.. I should have listened to my gut.” Sirius was obviously blaming himself for this and rests his elbows on the counter and puts his face in his hands. Then they hear it… Logan and Finn’s phones are going off. Finns was still on the floor and Logan's was on the coffee table. Finn got up to retrieve them. He almost drops his phone back on the floor when he sees a message from Leo. Leo. That means he’s okay. Right? He’s okay. He grabbed Logan's phone and trotted back over to the trio.

“It's from Leo!” He unlocked his phone before Logan and froze. He grabs his lover's arm and stares at his phone. It was a link to an Instagram live. He looks at Logan's screen to make sure he isn’t seeing this wrong. “It’s a link to a live…” Suddenly everyone's phones are blowing up with messages and twitter @s and dms. It was all about Leo. People saying this is a sick joke and some people even cheering something on. Finn clicks the link, he wished he never did.

On the screen was their beautiful boy, tied up, beat up, naked and sobbing. There were three voices they could hear. One was laughing, one was yelling horrible things into Leo’s face while holding him by his hair, and the last one was talking about how Hot all this was. Logan, Finn, Remus and Sirius all sat in a defining silence. The background of the video was somewhere outside. They could hear water running, they could see grass on the ground and blood. There was a lot of blood. The man holding Leos hair looked at the camera and smiled. This man had the audacity to smile as he was committing a horrible crime!. They watch him push Leo down and stomp on his head.

Leo was crying out in pain, they all heard a crack before the video went quiet. Then all three men in the video started laughing. What happened next was disgusting. They started masturbating over Leos unconscious body. After they all came onto Leo there were lights that came on in the background. They were police lights. The live Ended and nobody moved.

Logan suddenly ran into the bathroom and was vomiting while Finn just broke down falling to the ground screaming and sobbing. Sirius started crying and mumbling to himself so quietly no one could understand. Remus was still completely frozen, having no idea how to react.

Logan was crying as he threw up, he just kept heaving even when his stomach had nothing left in it. The sound of the crack was repeating in his head as he shakily sat back on the floor and sobbed. Finn was pounding his fists on the ground telling himself it was his fault. He was crying so loud that he didn’t hear the knock on the door. Remus, being the only one who hasn’t broken down yet from what he saw, walked to the door and opened it a little to see who it was.

“Is this the residence of Finn O’Hara and Logan Trembaly?” Two Police officers stood outside the door. Remus nodded and was just staring at them waiting for them to say something. “Leo Knut has been the victim of a violent crime, He is alive but in a bad condition. He's at Gryffindor Community Hospital. He's in the ER right now but I would recommend you get down there. We will be questioning him and all of you when he wakes up.” Remus nods again and quietly thanks them. He scrapes up all the boys and gets them to the car in one piece. The drive to the hospital was eerily quiet.

They got to the hospital and walked into the ER, they saw five different police officers there, talking to a nurse. Logan went up to the front desk to ask for news about Leo. They were sent over to the officers who were talking to the nurse about the injuries The young boy had acquired.

“We’re here for Leo Knut” He says to the group. The officers look at them sadly and nod to the nurse. They walk away to go sit down. One puts a hand on Logan's shoulder and shakes his head. All their anxiety is now through the roof.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private.” She leads them into a glass soundproof room as Logan and Finn take a seat Remus Speaks up.

“We’re going to go call the team and let them know what's going on” He and Sirius go to call everyone outside the Hospital doors.

“I’m sorry this happened, I don’t know the full extent of the crime but I heard it was on a Livestream.” She looks at them sadly as she organizes the papers on her clip board and sits across from them. “ Let's talk about the injuries Mr. Knut has, The ones not to worry about too much are cuts and scrapes to knees, rope burns all up his arms, and a broken nose. The more intense injuries are the ones we are operating on right now. He has blood in his lungs along with a collapsed one, a broken collarbone and his left hand is shattered. He also has a broken Jaw and severe concussion.” She looks up at them. “It is going to take a long time and a lot of work for him to heal completely. I watch him play hockey… I can tell he's a fighter.” She smiles a tiny bit at them. “If you need anything at all ask the front desk for Cindy. Also, stay in here as long as you need.” She gets up and opens the door, she closes the door behind her after she sees that neither of the boys had moved.

About 3 hours and a lot of tears later Cindy had knocked on the door to the glass room where Finn, Logan, Remus and Sirius were standing and pacing. Jackson and Knuny were standing in the corner watching them all pace and Timmy was sitting on a chair bouncing his leg anxiously. They were brought to a room where Leo’s information was written on the door, it pulled at everyone's heart. They all agreed to have Logan and Finn go into the room first, They knew Leo wasn’t awake and would be for a long time.

They opened the door and walked in. There is nothing worse than seeing your lover in a hospital bed with their mouth wired shut. Lo almost couldn’t look at home without crying. He felt Finn pull him into a tight hug as they cried together. This was their boy! The love of their lives!

... And they let this happen to him.

The next time they saw those baby blue eyes. They cried.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sirius black #remus lupin #sweater weather #coast to coast #lumosinlove

[saiilorstars]

Dare To Forget Me

// Story Masterlist // 

Pairings: Rafael Barba x Original female character

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

Author’s Note: This story will follow SVU’s cases as well as arcs of my own creations. 

I only own the OC, Montserrat.

Montserrat’s face claim: Ellie Kemper

Summary: Detective Montserrat Novak originally planned to transfer to SVU but mysteriously withdrew her papers. Nine months later, Olivia Benson pulls her profile up when Montserrat becomes a material witness to an SVU case. From there on out, Montserrat is permanently interrelated with SVU whether she would want or not. Now she finds herself dealing with Detectives who strive to make justice for those in need and an ADA whom she seems to have a talent at pulling all his right strings.

~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~

Ch: 1: A Runaway.

Sirens blared in a cold New York street. Flashes of light from firefighters, ambulances and police cars joined together in the street, lighting the buildings on both sides of the street. Most of them were business buildings but the few that were apartments had their windows opened to see below.

Unfortunately, there was a victim being brought into an ambulance. The girl was unconscious but it wasn't too surprising due to the state she was in. Someone hurt her with passion.

"Ma'am? Just wait here, a paramedic will be with you shortly," a cop was telling a second woman, a ginger, on the scene. Said woman was holding a towel around her palm to slow down the blood of a cut. Her dark brown eyes flickered from the cops to the ambulances, scared of what would come next. She knew the process all too well but the moment wasn't the right one.

As soon as the cop turned her attention away, the ginger made a getaway. Due to the gravity of the situation, it was easy slipping away from the scene. The cops hadn't finished taping off the crime scene and by the time someone figured out she was missing, she was already in a cab.

~0~

Sergeant Olivia Benson and Detective Amanda Rollins reported to the crime scene only twenty minutes after the arrival of the others. By that time, the victim had already been taken to Bellevue hospital. Once the Sergeant got word of what happened in a brief minute, she went off on the attentive cop in question.

"You're telling me we had a witness who saw everything and you lost her?" Olivia Benson had been at the job for about fourteen years and yet somehow she was still stunned sometimes by the mistakes she saw in her line of work.

The cop stammered while he made an excuse for his lack of attention but Olivia knew it was pointless to even argue it. The mistake was done.

"You know what, just tell us you got a name from her."

"I didn't," the cop hated his situation at the moment. "It was a rush and -and it's my first night on the field."

"What did she look like?" Amanda tried another way to get some valuable information. The cop looked too green to hassle for the mistake.

"Uh, dark orange hair…" the cop thought hard for a moment, "Dark brown eyes. Baggy clothes. She was wearing a baggy green jacket. Um...she had a purse but she took that I guess. And she had wound on her palm." The last detail pulled both women's attention. The cop realized he should have started with that. "I-I guess the perp must have cut her or something. We gave her a cloth in the meantime."

"Great, and you still let her get away," Olivia mumbled to herself after jotting down the description. "Thanks."

As she and Amanda walked off, the blonde detective thought about something. "If she had a cut - a stab wound…"

"Then she had to have gone to a hospital," Olivia said for she had thought the same thing too.

While their victim underwent her treatment - remaining unconscious for the entire duration - the detectives and Sergeant put all their focus on getting as much evidence as they could from the scene. A decent amount of that time was also put into finding the missing witness who turned out to be the only witness.

"Our victim-" Detective Nick Amaro was pinning a photograph of their rape victim on their pinboard, "-Hayley Connors, is still under but we do have the obvious evidence of a violent attack. CSU found blood at the scene but so far it only matches that of Hayley's."

"Yeah, but it corroborates with the story of the knife used to cut our missing witness," Detective Fin Tutuola, or Fin, reminded them. "But let me guess, knife hasn't been recovered yet?"

Detective Sonny Carisi's languid hand gesture was enough to answer. "If only it were that easy, huh?"

"You should know that by now," Detective Munch added on with the same sarcasm.

Amanda scoffed from her seat at the table. Her attention was on her computer screen where a footage of a hospital ER room was streaming. "I may have a view on the witness, though.

"Hey, Liv?" Fin called their temporary Sergeant from her office. "Amanda may have the witness!"

Olivia came in a hurry to see the footage along with the others. Amanda replayed the specific time where a ginger in a green, baggy coat arrived at an ER reception desk. She was still holding the cloth the cop mentioned she'd been given at the scene.

"Definitely her," Amanda concluded once she checked over the description they had of the woman.

"She looks familiar," Olivia's admission came as a surprise to the detectives. She met their curious gazes with confused expression. "I don't know who she is but...the face…"

The footage didn't exactly show the woman all too well but it was enough to get the case moving. Still getting that brief familiar vibe, Olivia decided to go to the hospital herself, along with Nick, to see what they could figure out about the woman.

~ 0 ~

"Yes, I remember her," a nurse at the ER reception of the Lenox Hill Hospital nodded her head after Nick showed her the photograph of the ginger woman. "Poor thing came with a slashed palm."

"Great, did you get her name? Her address?"

The nurse gave a kind smile and shook her head. "Sorry Detectives, I'm not at liberty to give you that information."

"It's Sergeant, first of all," Olivia set her hands on her hips and sternly looked at the woman, "And second of all, this woman is a material witness for our rape case. Besides, she was hurt too and odds are it was by the same perp so she needs to speak with us."

The nurse looked around the room, clearly in a conflict. "I can't give you the address because she didn't put one down."

Nick and Olivia exchanged glances with each other. This mysterious woman was turning out to be more of a hassle than previously thought.

"She didn't put one down?" Olivia repeated. "And you didn't notice that?"

"We were a little more preoccupied with her state," the nurse said, about to elaborate when Nick cut in.

"Give us her name then. Now, please."

The nurse sighed but ultimately obliged. "She wrote down Montserrat Novak on the paperwork."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "That was her name?" the nurse nodded her head, definitely looking sure of it. Behind her, both Nick and Amanda exchanged knowing glances. "Did she say anything else? Where she was coming from?"

"No, she was just here for the slash," the nurse replied.

"Okay…" Olivia gave her thank you and turned away, but even her walking pace had picked up in an unusual stride.

"Hey, Liv, you think what we're thinking?" Nick had to ask as they exited the building.

"I knew she looked familiar," Olivia said, though neither Nick nor Amanda wasn't sure if it had been the answer to his question or if she'd just been talking to herself.

~ 0 ~

"Detective Montserrat Novak from the Homicide division in Queens," Olivia pulled up the photograph of the familiar ginger woman for the rest of the squad to see. "She also happens to be a cousin of one of our previous ADAs: Casey Novak."

"Who's now Manhattan's Homicide ADA," Fin nodded.

"She was our witness?" Sonny raised an eyebrow. The mysterious detective seemed too put together to be such a mess for a witness.

"Yeah," Olivia took a seat at the edge of the table, arms crossed.

"And you know her how…?" Nick asked the winning question everyone was thinking about.

"I don't know her," Olivia clarified first. "I knew of her."

"Casey never mentioned she had a family member on the job," Munch leaned back against his chair, eyes examining the photo of Detective Novak. "They don't look alike."

"If you guys haven't met then...what?" Amanda shrugged. "Did Casey talk about her or something?"

"Almost nine months ago, Montserrat-" Olivia pointed at the screen, "-was set to be my replacement at SVU after I took the Sergeant's test."

"My partner?" Nick immediately took interest at that moment. Olivia gave another nod.

"Clearly she didn't make it or else I wouldn't be here," Sonny smirked. His transfer papers were put in faster after the spot before him opened up. Now he knew why.

"What a shame," Fin's joke was met a playful roll of eyes from the new detective.

"So where is she, then?" Munch asked. "Back at Homicide?"

"I have no idea," Olivia got up from the table, unfolding her arms to gently graze her fingers over the table. "She had all the paperwork to transfer - she looked like the right candidate - but then she just retracted. There was never an explanation."

"Should we start making calls to Homicide?" Amanda wondered as she closed her laptop.

"Why bother when we can go straight to the family. Let's just ask Casey," Finn wondered what the ADA would have to say about this once they informed her.

"At this point, it might just be easier," Munch agreed on the tactic. 

"It is," Olivia nodded and started heading out.

"Wait a minute," Sonny called to the woman, only stopping her for a second, "Shouldn't we call Barba then first?"

"Why? I'll get him there anyways," Olivia shrugged and continued on out.

"A Sergeant and a fellow ADA to deal with?" Finn turned to his co-workers, unable to keep his smile from showing. "I'd like to see what poor Casey does."

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Olivia was set to find Casey and have a civilized conversation about the situation. She honestly didn't think they'd need to subpoena Montserrat, but if things got to that point then she wouldn't hesitate.

This was exactly what her conversation with SVU's ADA, Rafael Barba, sounded like. He was surprised to find their missing witness was related to a fellow co-worker.

"I think Casey will understand our situation and she'll get us in contact with Montserrat," Olivia said for the third time since she got to Rafael's office.

"It sounds like your assuring yourself," he noticed.

She stopped pacing in front of his desk to momentarily look at him. "I worked with Casey for years. She was our longest ADA so she knows exactly what our situation looks like."

"Right," Rafael agreed on that matter, but he then added, "However, I doubt any of her cases had her own family as a witness. If this Montserrat purposely ran from the scene it doesn't exactly give good credibility."

"We don't know what happened nor why she did," Olivia pointed him to stop. "But she's a Detective - and she wanted to transfer to SVU - so she should be willing to help."

"Exactly, she should be willing to help us. But she ran off," Rafael didn't think he needed to explain more than that. "Exactly what kind of Detective does that?"

"You start asking those questions, we lose the case even before we step into the courtroom," Olivia warned. She checked her phone for the time and saw it was past noon. "Casey's lunch hour ended, right?"

"Yeah," Rafael got up from his chair and levelled a look with the woman. "I have to warn you Olivia, Casey might just protect her cousin."

"I know Casey and she wouldn't. You know Casey and you know she wouldn't," Olivia started heading for the office doors. "Plus, if we tell her that her cousin is our only witness in this case, she'll be more than willing to help us."

"She better because as of now, Detective Novak would be the only one who could tell us what happened," Rafael bitterly said as he followed Olivia. It irked him this runaway Detective was the only person who could make or break his case. "Hayley doesn't remember-"

"-yeah, because she was drugged," Olivia reminded him.

"True and I'll be sure to mention that in court. But the point still stands that she can't talk much about the rape if she doesn't remember."

"I know," Olivia sighed, about to retort when they both heard an ongoing argument from the hallway.

"...you know the deal…"

"Of course I do, Casey! I have to appear but - would you stop walking so fast!?"

"I have a meeting with a Detective-"

"-listen to me Casey!"

"Could it be that easy?" Rafael whispered to Olivia as the two continued to listen.

"Let's find out," Olivia stepped out into the hallway. As soon as they did, they spotted the familiar figure of Homicide ADA Casey Novak striding down the hall with a smaller ginger haired woman following behind her.

"I know it was wrong but I was scared!" the ginger woman was still shouting despite the attention she was getting from other people passing by. "I'm not at my best!"

"You know exactly what you need to do, Montse. They're good people-"

"-but it doesn't change my situation!"

Casey whirled around and met the woman's gaze. "You know what you need to do. And if you don't, I'll bring you in myself." She left the woman with that and headed into her office.

Olivia was not going to give the woman a chance to flee again. "Scuse me?" she started for the woman in a hasty pace. "Detective Montserrat Novak? I'm Sergeant Olivia Benson and I need to…" but Olivia trailed off when Montserrat slowly turned around.

There was one detail no one had bothered to give the SVU squad.

Montserrat Novak was pregnant.

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 019 [Coming Clean]

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Word Count: 2,638

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〈“If I could just control my mind, I wouldn’t need to run and hide. If I could show you all inside, then you would know what hell is like.” Nevertel, “Down”〉

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“I really have gotten weaker. Back in my heyday, five hits woulda been enough to knock that guy out.” Toshi stood tall, his fist held against his chest. “But today, it took more than three-hundred mighty blows.” He paused, turning toward the remaining two villains. “You’ve been bested, villains. Surrender! We all want to get this over with quickly.”

Toshi, you’re running out of time, aren’t you? No, you’re already out of time. It’s faint, hidden by the dust, but I can see the smoke rising from his body. He’s pushing himself to the absolute limit.

“He… cheated…”

“What’s wrong?” Toshi taunted. “Not attacking me? Didn’t you say you were gonna clear this level earlier? Well, come and get me! If you dare.”

You’re bluffing out your ass, Tosh. I stepped forward, but a jolt of pain shot through my ribs. I can only use a little bit of power or I’m gonna risk losing control. Toshi’s body is shot… It’s taking everything he has to maintain that form right now. He’s pushing himself so hard, so goddamn hard to protect everyone, to keep true to the title of ‘symbol of peace’, but I can barely use my fucking power without risking everything. This is such bullshit.

My hand clenched around the handle of the dagger. Gramps… if you were here, what would you say? What would you do? Would you be proud of me? Disappointed? Angry? No… you were the kindest, gentlest man I’ve ever known. You would take me into your arms and tell me how proud you are because I did my best, right? But…

I’m not doing my best. I’m holding back because I’m scared. I’m so goddamn scared, Gramps.

“Man, this is… intense.”

“As I expected, there’s no reason for us to fight now, he’ll handle this.”

“Come on, Midoriya! We should regroup with the other guys! The last thing we wanna do is get taken hostage or get in his way.”

“You too, bitch. You’re hurt.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Izuku. He knows. He knows that Toshi is at his limit. He’s gonna do something stupid again.

“What, are you scared?” Toshi kept provoking them.

Tomura started to scratch frantically at his throat. “If only Nomu were here, he’d rush you right now. Pound you into the ground without giving it a second thought!”

Kurogiri leaned toward him, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. The once unconscious villains are starting to wake up, too. Shit.

“I think All Might can hold his own against those two main guys. Let’s make sure these dudes don’t hurt anybody else!” Red declared, taking a fighting stance.

“Will you two be joining us?” Peppermint asked.

Just then, Tomura rushed at Toshi. “Consider this revenge for what you did to Nomu!”

My blood started to boil and I pushed myself forward, letting out a scream of pain and frustration as flames engulfed my entire body, propelling me forward. It hurts so goddamn bad. It’s too hot, I can’t control the temperature anymore! It’s all or nothing… there’s no going back!

There was a flash of green to my left. “Don’t you touch All Might, you stupid villain!”

A warp opened in front of him, Tomura’s hand reaching out for his face.

I can’t… control it anymore, but I… I…

“Dragon…” I felt the tattoo on my back come to life, shifting as its claws dug into my shoulder blades. I have to do this quickly. The flames around my body grew as I cocked my arm back, my fist colliding with the palm of his hand. His fingers clenched around my fist, the skin starting to flake off as he used his quirk.

“Young Jen, don’t!”

“…Unleash!!” A large blast of power shot from my hand, followed by a loud roar that shook the dome. The flames exploded, shoving everyone away from me as they morphed and molded into a flaming dragon. It slammed Tomura against the ground, splitting the concrete. “Pepper… mint…”

Darkness claimed my mind.

I blinked, finding myself standing in darkness. There was nothing around me, nothing but an inky blackness that stretched on and on. My skin felt hot, but my chest felt like ice. The pendant…

I tugged it from my shirt. It was glowing a soft white and felt like ice against my palm. What the fuck is happening? Where am I?

“That is the question, isn’t it.” A male voice echoed through the darkness.

I narrowed my eyes, turning in circles as I scanned my surroundings, but I couldn’t see anything. “Who the fuck are you?”

“You lost control of yourself.”

“Che. What the fuck do you know?”

“I know everything about you, little Winchester.”

“Care to fucking enlighten me?” I growled, my eyes snapping around.

“I’m afraid you’re not yet strong enough.” He paused. “I am unable to show myself to you unless you have full control over your power. Time is running out, little Winchester.”

“The fuck does that even mean?”

“You must get stronger and inherit the burden of your family. Only you have the power to stop Onodero’s return.”

“Hah? The fuck is an Onodero? And what fucking burden? Oi, answer me!”

But the silence rung in my ears. He didn’t answer me.

それ以上に上昇 ☆ Third Person

Todoroki’s eyes widened as her strained voice reached his ears, but he and the other boys were frozen in place at the flaming dragon that hovered above her body, roaring angrily as it set the world ablaze around it. Her body was covered in black flames, burning her skin and eating through her jeans.

She was no longer in control of her quirk.

Toshi cursed, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn’t have the strength to stop her and with Aizawa out of the picture… he didn’t know how to handle this situation.

Todoroki bit his lip as he remembered her haunting words, ‘If I lose control of my quirk… you gotta freeze my body, understand?’ He didn’t like the idea, but he saw no other option. His fists clenched as he stepped forward. Ice surged forward from his right foot, approaching her body at an alarming speed. The dragon noticed, breathing fire at the ice and beating its wings quickly, the gust of wind making him stumble backward.

His eyes narrowed as he lowered his body to the ground. ‘Sorry about this, Winchester…’ His hand swept around his body, sending a wall of ice barreling toward her. The dragon roared loudly, flipping in the air before dive-bombing straight into her body. She screamed in pain as the flames absorbed into her. The sound of glass breaking reached his ears as the shattered pieces of her tank top appeared around her, slowly molding together on her body.

Her body was smoking, skin bright red as she fell to the ground.

Tomura’s right arm was badly burnt. When he tried to stand, he was shot once in each of his limbs. The pros had arrived, but even they couldn’t prevent the warp gate from fleeing the scene with Tomura.

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My whole body is numb and I can’t move.

My eyes fluttered open, a barely audible groan passing my lips as light filled my vision.

“Take it easy, kid.”

That’s Snipe’s voice. I’m on his back?

His hands squeezed my thighs softly, a comforting gesture on his part. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you to Recovery Girl. You’ll be fine.”

I took in a few short gasps of breath, my body jolting from the pain in my ribs. “Is… everyone okay?”

“All of the students are fine, with the exception of Izuku Midoriya. He’s being taken to Recovery Girl with All Might.” He paused a moment. “Eraserhead and Thirteen are in more serious condition and have been rushed to the hospital.”

It took some serious coaxing on my part, but I finally managed to lift my arms to wrap around the front of his neck, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry… for not being stronger…”

He squeezed my thighs again. “It’s not your fault, kiddo.”

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“Well, I guess I won’t scold you for him being back here since it wasn’t your fault.” Granny sat at her desk, her voice soft as she looked over the three of us.

“I’m not sure yet, but I think I shortened my time limit again with that fight.” Toshi was laying in the bed closest to her desk, his legs too long to fit the bed properly. “I hope I can at least still hold the form for an hour.”

“I’m so sorry…” Izuku was in the bed beside him, right under the window. An I.V. was connected to his arm, the soft dripping filling the room.

“Well, no use worrying.” Toshi sat up. “These things happen.”

I was lying in the bed across from Midoriya, the curtains drawn over the window. To be honest, I’m not really sure how I’m feeling right now. Helpless, maybe? No, that’s not quite it. I feel… confused as all hell. And I feel bad for Toshi. And Aizawa and Thirteen. Those three took the most damage because I wasn’t strong enough to help them. And then I lost control… I’m fucking lucky no one got hurt because of me.

The door slid open and a man in a trenchcoat entered, removing his fedora as he closed the door behind him. “Excuse me. Hi, All Might. Been a while.”

“What the hell?” Toshi spit up blood in surprise. “I didn’t know that you were investigating.”

“Woah, All Might! It’s okay he’s seeing you like this?” Izuku panicked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s fine. This guy’s alright. Naomasa Tsukauchi. My best friend on the police force, he’s legit. I trust him.”

“Haha, that’s quite an introduction. Sorry to cut to the chase, but we could really use any information you might have.”

“Hold on, before all that. Tell me all the students are okay! And Aizawa – er, Eraserhead. And Thirteen.”

I pushed myself up, also eager for that answer.

“Not counting these two,” He waved his head toward me and Izuku. “The only student injuries were scrapes and both of the teachers are in stable condition right now. Relax.”

We all breathed a sigh of relief at the news. Zawa… I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.

“That’s good to hear,” Toshi responded.

“If you heroes hadn’t risked your lives, the students never would have made it. You three saved that entire class of kids today.”

My eye twitched in annoyance. Ex-fucking-cuse me? What the fuck are me and Izuku, fucking chop liver? I mean sure, we didn’t do much, but at the very least we acted as damn good distractions. I think I did a good job acting as a punching bag in place of those kids. At least give us credit for that, you bastard!

“You’re not seeing the whole picture, Tsukauchi. Those students also risked their lives. They fought as hard as us.”

“Thank you, All Might…”

“Yeah, thanks for rememberin’ us peasants!” I grinned, giving him a thumbs up. Izuku smiled at that, which was a nice change from the sad expression he’s had since he woke up.

Toshi smiled at us. “I don’t think there’s ever been a group of first-years who experienced a real fight like this so early in their training. They not only survived, they learned what it means to be a pro. Those villains made a mistake attacking them. This class is strong. They’re filled with courage and drive.”

Pride swelled within me at his words. Man, you can be so cool sometimes, Tosh! I exchanged a look with Granny and she sent me an encouraging smile, nodding her head.

“Mark my words; they’ll become great heroes.” Toshi gave us both a proud smile, giving us a thumbs up.

I couldn’t hold back the bright smile spreading across my face as I fell back onto the bed, hands folded behind my head. No matter what, I’ll keep getting stronger and pushing myself to my limit and beyond.

For you Gramps, and… for you, Toshinori.

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I glanced at Toshi as he pushed open the door to Aizawa’s hospital room. He was lying in bed, both arms covered with thick bandages. His face was also covered, leaving slits for his eyes and nostrils. He glanced at us with tired, half-lidded eyes when we entered.

I smiled softly, stuffing my hands into my pockets. “You look like hell, Zawa.”

“I don’t even have the energy to glare at you right now.” He spoke, his voice muffled by the bandages. Toshi sat in the chair beside the bed, while I sat on the side of the bed, bringing my knee up and turning my body so I could face both of them. They were giving me their undivided attention.

I cleared my throat, focusing my attention on a loose piece of thread on my jeans. “During the Quirk Assessment test, I freaked out. I told you that I didn’t know why or what happened, but that was a lie. Dark Shadow, Fumikage’s quirk… he looks a lot like that damn warp gate, Kurogiri. The day that I arrived in this world… I had returned home to find Gramps on the floor, dead. Stabbed to death. There were two men there that day. That fucking dickbag Gravedigger, the one that looks like Golem that I fought – he’s the one that killed Gramps -, and Kurogiri.”

My hands balled into fists and Toshi reached forward, resting a bony hand over my own.

I took a deep breath. Damn it feels nice to be able to breathe without pain. “Kurogiri’s body filled the living room, it was all I could see as he warped me away from my home. When Shadow surprised me that day, something in me just… snapped. I saw the darkness again, and Gramps’ lifeless body flashing in my mind and I just… I dunno, I blacked out for a minute or somethin’. It sounds pretty stupid now, kinda childish…” I scratched my cheek. “Sorry for lying to you guys.”

“It’s not stupid, young Jen. It was a traumatic event, it makes sense that you wouldn’t want to relive it by talking about it.”

“I guess,” I leaned my head back to stare at the white ceiling. “He knew my name… Kurogiri. Said he came to take me back home. I have a feeling that I wasn’t meant to land in front of you, Tosh. I broke out of the warp, no fucking idea how. And during the fight at the USJ, when he scattered the students across the facility, he dropped me right in front of Tomura. The bastard said I look just like Alissa, said it in a real creepy way too. And then he said I may look like her but I don’t have her personality. Like, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Bastard. He was also adamant that Gravedigger not kill me.”

The two exchanged a look and Aizawa sighed deeply.

“They were gonna take me, weren’t they?”

“Most likely, yes…” Toshi lowered his head.

“Why did he want me alive, though? You can’t get revenge on someone that’s dead. They went out of their way to find me in a different fucking world and bring me back here, but why? Just to kill me? That seems like a bit of a stretch.”

Toshi’s hands formed fists around his baggy pants.

“Tell her,” Aizawa grunted, closing his eyes.

I watched Toshi, but he refused to meet my gaze as he spoke up. “I wasn’t… completely honest about your mother.”

A drop of sweat rolled down my cheek. Oh, fuck me…

“While it is true that Alissa was a pro hero… she wasn’t always one. She… was a villain for most of her life.”

“A… villain?”

Bitch, huh!?

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Christmas Short #1: Christmas in the Hospital

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Eleven year olds Seojun and Minjun sat at their desks staring intensely at the clock that was minutes from releasing them. Minutes to a month long freedom of school. No homework. No hagwon. Nothing, but freedom. The two looked at one another from the opposite sides of the room with grins. They were giddy. The snow outside was fresh and screamed for people to play in it, which was exactly what Seojun and Minjun were going to do. The moment the bell rang, the two shot from their seats and bolted. They were free!

“Hey!” The twins stopped and turned to the voice. Dahae’s back was pressed against the lockers with Yeseul beside her with an arm on Dahae’s shoulder. “How long were you going to keep us waiting” Yeseul smirked as she pushed off her friend.

“Aw man, how’d you get out here so fast?” Seojun whined. “I thought we’d beat you today!”

Dahae gave a teary eyed expression, “I’m not feeling too good, sir. I think I may hurl.” Her voice shook with her words. A tear fell from her eye as she sniffled, “Can I go to the nurse? Maybe someone can take me.” In a snap, Dahae’s sick expression faded as a smirk appeared. She wiped the stray tear and cleared her throat, “And scene.” She replied with her normal voice.

“Of course you did” Seojun rolled his eyes.

Minjun nodded viciously, “That’s really smart! I should do that–”

“Don’t use her as an example! You should follow my, I’m your older brother!”

Dahae glared, “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a great role model.”

“Yea, a great role model for trouble” he bit back.

“Why you–”

Yeseul jumped in, “Girls girls, you’re both pretty. Now can we go. The snow is out there and it is calling our name.” The two continued to glare at one another and Yeseul shook her head, “Come on Minjun, I’m not waiting for these idiots.” She grabbed Minjun’s wrist and pulled him towards the door as the other two followed behind bickering.

Minjun let out a shriek as Yeseul shoved a handful of snow in his shirt, “So cold!” Yeseul let out a laugh as she patted the snow. Minjun pulled his shirt from his pants to release the snow. “I’m going to get you for that, noona!” He reached down and rounded a snowball in hand.

“Not a chance, slow poke!” Yeseul darted off with Minjun quick on her tail.

“Be careful, Min!” Seojun called as he made his own snowball and threw it upward to the air where it came apart immediately.

Minjun stopped running as the cold air attacked his lungs. “I need a break” he gasped out to Yeseul who stopped running and approached him.

“Yea totally. We can make a snowman or a snowball fight with the others, yea?”

“Yea…” He gasped. He reached for his inhaler to fell nothing in his pocket. Minjun’s eyes widened, but he tried not to show his panic. He began coughing as he fell to his knees and felt a coat thrown on his back.

“Dahae, go buy a hot drink at the cafe!” Seojun shouted as he threw her his wallet. Dahae ran off with the wallet in hand as Seojun patted his back, “Where’s your inhaler, Min?” With a shake of his head, Seojun reached into his own jacket and pulled out an extra inhaler, “Here” Minjun took the inhaler.

Dahae returned with some hot drinks as Minjun finally calmed down with a lingering cough. She handed Minjun a cup first before giving the others one as well. “Are you okay, Minny?”

Minjun flashed them a smile, “I’m okay. I probably shouldn’t run so much in the cold.”

“Should we go home then?” Seojun asked as he watched his brother’s actions. “You need to warm up or you’ll get sick.”

Minjun’s eyes watered as he looked down at the snow, “Can we play more–Just a little more? I haven’t made a snowman yet.”

Seojun shook his head as a chuckle fell passed his lips, “Fine, let’s play a little longer, but the moment you don’t feel good, let us know, okay?”

“Okay!”

The four of them played another thirty minutes before calling it quits. The group split up. Yeseul and Dahae headed one way as the twins went the other. Seojun grinned as he felt worn out, “That was fun! We need to come out tomorrow and play, right Min?” Seojun got no response. He whipped around to see Min passed out in the snow. His eyes widened as he screamed out Minjun’s name and ran to him.

Hearing the scream, the girls turned back and ran over to them, “What happened?” Dahae gasped.

“Call the ambulance!” Seojun panicked as he move Minjun to his lap. He lightly smacked his brother’s cheeks with his gloved hands, “Wake up, idiot…”

Yeseul pulled off her glove and touched Minjun’s face, “He’s burning up, Seojun… Was he sick?”

“No, last night he–but–” Seojun realized Minjun had been pretending to be okay after he complained about a cough last night. Seojun pressed his fingers to his own head, “I’m so stupid.”

Amanda was at her desk working on a report when her landline rang. Her hand, on cue, snatched the phone and placed it to her ear, “This is Amanda.” The phone was pressed between her head and shoulder as she continued to type. “Seojun? Wait wait” Her oldest’s words meshed into his sobs. Amanda felt a rush of worry as Seojun wasn’t a crier. She gripped the phone once more as the other felt around for her phone to text her husband. “You’re speaking to fast. Breathe and repeat.” Seojun’s voice rang through the phone clearer. All she heard was Minjun. Unconscious. Ambulance on way.

“Okay, stay with your brother and go to the hospital with him. Tell the nurse to call me and tell me where you are, okay?–I know baby, I’ll be right there I promise.” The sound of the ambulance echoed through the call, “I’ll hang up, but I will be there in a bit.”

Amanda texted her husband as she stood up from her seat. She grabbed her purse and coat before she informed her boss about her son and got approval to leave. Just as she got to her car, she got a call from the nurse to tell her which hospital her sons were at.

Amanda rushed to the hospital and silently thanked God for no police stopping her. She ran into the ER and went to the nurse station, “I’m looking for my kid–”

“MOM!” Amanda twirled to see Seojun dash to her. He threw his hands around his mom as he cried. “I’m sorry! I should have noticed he was sick!”

Amanda knelt in front of him and wiped his eyes, “It’s not your fault, it’s okay.” She tried to stay as calm as she could in front of her son. She didn’t need to feed into his panic. It wouldn’t be good for either of them.

Seojun finally calmed down and lead her to the waiting area where tear eyed Yeseul and Dahae sat with their mothers. Amanda smiled seeing her friends. However, before she joined them, the doctor called for her. She kept Seojun with his friends as she approached the doctor who told her that Minjun had a high fever and the flu.

After telling Mia and Alisha about her son, Amanda told them bye and lead Seojun to the room Minjun was sent to. Minjun was sitting up in bed half dazed and confused.

Seojun rushed to his brother’s side and checked on him, “Are you okay?”

“Yea… what happen–OW!”

Seojun punched Minjun’s arm as hard as he could. His eyes were red, “The hell were you thinking. If you were sick, why didn’t you tell me!” Amanda watched the two silently.

“I wanted to play in the snow with everyone. I didn’t get to last year because I was sick.” He clenched his fist, “I just wanted to play together once, I’m sorry.”

Amanda ruffled both her kid’s heads, “Well, now you get to spend the week here.” Minjun let out a whine, “We have to make sure you can fight off the flu, baby.”

Seojun’s head turned to his mom, “So he has to spend Christmas here too?” His mouth slightly opened. Amanda nodded which only made her sons both upset. “I’ll stay with him then.”

“You may get sick. You can come home with me. Daddy will stay up here with Minjun and we can visit, okay?”

Christmas day, Seojun jumped on his mom’s bed, “I have an idea!” He shouted startling his mom. “Come on, mom. We gotta get to the hospital. Grab the presents.”

Hyungwon was in Minjun’s room eating some McDonald’s that he snuck in for the two of them. He looked at Minjun who was picking at his food, “What’s wrong, Min?”

“Mom and Seojun are probably opening presents right now without us… Mom is probably going to make a feast too. And I’m stuck here sick.” Minjun sighed as he took a fry as he looked at the falling snow. “I hate being so weak…”

Hyungwon went to speak, but the door swung open, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Seojun shouted as he entered with presents in hand, “Come on, mom!”

Amanda huffed with large boxes in her hands. Hyungwon approached her and took the presents and pressed as kiss on her lips. “What’s all this?” He asked.

“Seojun’s master plan apparently. There are more presents in the car.” Hyungwon placed the presents down and headed to the car to grab the rest.

Minjun was wide eyed as he watched his brother split each of the presents on the ground. “What are you doing, Seojun?”

“We’re opening presents here! We can’t do that at home when we’re missing half the family, right?” Earning a smile from his parents and a teary eyed brother. “Let’s open gifts!” Seojun jumped up from his spot with the first present of the day.

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[slyreaderslibrary]

Ch. 7 Associates

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Summary: Keeping a secret identity secret is normally hard enough but when you’re as beautiful as Minako Aino you’re bound to have all kinds of creeps and weirdo stalking your every move. Now there’s a cop hot on her trail and she’ll have to be quick on her feet if she’s to keep her identity on the DL. Just what is a gorgeous super-heroine to do?

Keisuke arrived in the Azabu-juban district at nine twenty five in the morning with a cramp in his back and an irritable mood weighing him down. He'd only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before after a late night alert went out, calling all hands available to a nearby murder investigation. Luckily Usui had arrived on the scene first, thus making him lead of the investigation and granting Keisuke leeway to return home and try to salvage what sleep he could before his meeting with Ueda later that morning.

He slipped into a nearby cafe to grab a bagel and some coffee and then headed to the nearby bank to withdraw some cash. He was running low on his bribe money and he wanted to restock before seeing Ueda. Not that he thought it would be necessary...it was just better to err on the safe side.

Finishing the last of his bagel, he walked up to a wooden kiosk, grabbed a withdrawal slip and began filling out the form when he noticed a flash of gold in his peripheral. It was Aino entering the establishment, blond hair and sandaled wedges moving confidently across the linoleum floor while carrying a large, navy deposit bag. He dropped his pen in his surprise and cursed when he banged his head on the kiosk when he bent to pick it up.

It seemed today just wouldn't be his day.

"Everybody listen up! This here's a robbery!"

Keisuke—still crouched from his efforts to retrieve the pen— slowly closed his eyes and sighed. Of course the bank was being robbed.

After allowing himself that small display of frustration, he adjusted his crouch to kneel and peeked around the kiosk to better assess the situation. There were five masked men that he could see: two confronting the tellers, two pointing what looked to be AR-15s at roughly a dozen civilians and one blocking the exit. He imagined there was at least one getaway driver nearby but then also figured they could have planned to use the civilians as a bargaining tool. Either way he was outnumbered and outgunned.

He shot off a quick text with these observations, as well as the bank's address, to his superior and moved a few inches back to scrutinize his surroundings and attempt to form a plan.

"Alright, everybody put your hands out in front of ya and drop your valuables and cash in the bag as my friend here passes by and no one will get hurt."

From his position, Keisuke could see the robbers' reflection off the glass office walls and took the moment they were distracted to slip around to the side of the bank's main front counter. His new vantage point allowed him to directly see the thug collecting the civilians valuables with quick efficiency.

Then he stopped in front of Aino.

"Give me the bag blondie. I won't ask twice."

Aino clutched the deposit bag tighter to her chest.

"Did you know that twenty percent of all startups fail within the first year?" she rattled off randomly. Keisuke would have assumed she was nervous if he hadn't seen her take down that rapist the day before.

It seemed to stall the robber however, who stared at her and then looked to his partner who motioned for him to hurry up.

"Alright, er…" The robber frowned and lifted his bag. "That's interesting, miss. Now give me the money!"

Aino appeared not to have heard him though, instead continuing her previous line of conversation with added hand gestures to emphasize her point. "And did you know that that number is tripled when that startup is a new and unknown restaurant? That's a sixty percent failure rate! It's a travesty!" Her hand flew out knocking the bag of stolen goods from the robber's hand to the floor. "Oops! Sorry about that, I'm always knocking over or tripping over something it seems."

The robber hastily snatched up the bag but he'd drawn the attention from his friends, including the ones who'd been harrassing the tellers.

"What are you doing Taka? Take her money already," ordered one of the robbers closest to Keisuke.

Taka reached for the deposit bag but Aino stepped back, managing to avoid him.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You wouldn't want my friend to become just another failed statistic now would you?"

"Lady I don't care what happens to your friend. Just give me the money!"

Aino sidestepped Taka again, earning Taka several jibes from the other robbers. The two crooks harassing the tellers joined the ones harassing the customers and formed a semicircle around Aino. Keisuke used their distraction to slowly rise to a standing position.

"We don't have time for this," the quasi-leader of the group complained. He grabbed Aino's arm and yanked the bag from her fingers before shoving her to the floor and causing her to cry out. Keisuke's hands clenched into fists as he inched closer.

"Hey doesn't she look like that model on all the billboards lately?" asked another.

"She is! We could make a fortune off her!" replied the fourth man, "Imagine what the magazines would pay for her nudes!"

Keisuke tapped the excited robber's shoulder, prompting him to turn around, and then slugged him in the face. The robber's gun flew out of his hands and skidded across the floor while Taka seemingly lost his feet and fell to the ground next to him. Keisuke chalked it up to Aino but didn't waste time to check having already turned to block a bat spiked with nails flying at his head. He managed to catch the bat just beyond the spikes and swung his body towards his assailant's arms before sending an elbow to the other man's face while simultaneously wrenching the weapon free. He then turned to the leader, who was already on the floor with Aino's wedge sandal squishing his face into the linoleum.

Keisuke relaxed his stance, "nice wo—"

"NOBODY MOVE!"

Shit. He had forgotten about the one at the door.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS! I SAID DROP YOUR WEAPONS!"

Keisuke slowly lowered his weapon to the floor and then stood back up, hands raised high as he turned to face the last robber. Aino likewise had turned around but her hands remained low by her side. The robber guard pointed his weapon at a middle age woman but never took his eyes off them.

"Drop your weapons or this bitch here gets it!"

What on earth was he talking about? Hadn't they done just that? Keisuke frowned and tried to discreetly check Aino's hands in the glass reflections but couldn't see anything past all her blonde hair.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Keisuke snapped his gaze back to the robber in time to see the gun, surrounded by a golden glow, bend and twist unnaturally until the barrel pointed at its wielder. The robber screamed and hurled the weapon away from him, an action which could be clearly seen beyond the bank's doors because the reinforcements he had called in had finally arrived and wasted no time bursting through the door and tackling the lone robber while the others corralled around the four still unconscious on the floor.

A man—who was clearly in charge given the way the officers responded to him—walked through the doors and Keisuke recognized him as the Commissioner General's second-in-command, a hardworking officer who'd been dedicated to his job for fifteen years named Toshio Wakagi. Wakagi looked around, studying the mess, and then walked up to Keisuke and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Good work, Detective Koizumi correct? I recognize you from the picture you have on file. Your name has been coming up quite a bit back at HQ. You do good work, although..." Wakagi glanced at the men being hauled away. " In this situation, I'd normally write you up for poor judgement. Five against one is too risky but seeing how things worked out I'm going to let it slide."

Keisuke shook his head in denial, "I didn't do it on my own." He pointed towards Aino. "She helped."

Wakagi glanced in Aino's direction and immediately scowled before attempting to regain his composure. However he wasn't quite successful because his face was still twisted in a grimace when he turned back to Keisuke. "Either way Commissioner General Sakurada is going to want to play this up for publicity. Our recruitment numbers have been down and this is just the sort of thing to motivate the faithful citizens of Japan to sign up. Besides, Aino-san's not going to want the attention. Her fans might not like someone capable of violence."

"It was self-defense," Keisuke argued, suspicious of how Wakagi knew Aino but not about to let him besmirch her actions either. A lot of people could have been hurt if not for her. "Besides, even if she agrees, what happens when the press get the video feed? They'll have a field day if they think the police are hiding something."

Wakagi sighed and Keisuke got the impression the other man knew something he didn't.

"I don't think that'll be a problem but just so you're satisfied I didn't tamper with the feed, go ahead and get a copy for yourself first. I'll go and talk to Aino-san." Wakagi gave a short nod goodbye and then walked away to talk with the woman in question while Keisuke was left to wonder exactly how the two knew each other.

He watched Aino light up when she noticed Wakagi and smile a mile wide before elbowing him in the arm and smirking mischievously. The sight left him feeling uneasy and suspicious. If she knew the second-in-command to the Commissioner General, who else was she connected to? Was this why Goto had wanted him to back off? And what had made that weapon twist and glow like that?

Keisuke decided he needed answers, now, more than ever. He pulled out the spare flashdrive he kept in the hidden inner pocket of his leather jacket and headed to the desk where some officers were pulling up security footage. He flashed his badge.

"I'd like to get a copy of that if you don't mind."

oOo

"You know, anyone just arriving on the scene would think you were robbing the bank, carrying a bag of your money around like that," Wakagi told her. Minako recognized the tone. It was the same tone Artemis used when he was preparing for a lecture.

"It's not my money!"

Wakagi looked alarmed and then furious as he demanded she keep her voice down. "What if someone heard you?"

"Relaaaaax," Minako giggled, playfully slapping his arm. "It's my friend's. She's been short staffed all week and didn't have a chance to deposit her earnings last night, so I offered to do so for her this morning."

"Well I'm glad that's easily cleared up but you know it'll be a lot harder for me if the press catches wind of you in the middle of a bank robbery."

"It's not like I planned this!"

"That doesn't make cleaning up your messes any easier," Wakagi shrugged, crossing his arms. "Anyways, I'll do what I can and Sakurada will get in touch if anything comes up."

"Aw, you big softie. What would I do without you?" Minako smiled and then gave him a kiss on the cheek, grinning when he grew flustered and then annoyed in response. She walked away before he could lecture her about "personal space" and "harassment", with Mako's deposit bag securely in hand. It was too bad she hadn't been able to deposit the money but she doubted the tellers would be open for business until at least this evening, if not tomorrow, considering they'd just been held up and nearly robbed.

"And here we thought you needed help," a husky voice chuckled as Minako walked out of the building. She turned and spotted two silhouettes emerging from the shadows.

"Haruka, Michiru," Minako greeted. "I didn't think you'd get here so fast."

"We were in the area," Haruka shrugged.

"Oh?"

"I was hoping to encounter your detective friend," Michiru murmured, stroking her mirror, "I had tried to scry him the day before, to get an idea of who we're dealing with, but I was only able to see a silver mist."

"That's odd." Minako turned back towards the bank and squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of the detective through the windows. Not that it would help much. She couldn't read auras like Rei or Hotaru, so she wouldn't be able to tell if something was shielding him, and although she was deadly accurate when it came to emotions, Mr. Fox emitted about as many emotions as a rock.

"Wait, he's in there now?" demanded Haruka, clueing in from Minako's actions, and looking ready to have a different sort of encounter with the detective. Mainly one that involved her fist.

Minako sighed, giving up, and turned back around.

"He is. He's the reason you girls came all this way for nothing." She smiled, "Thanks for that by the way."

"No problem. Now if you'll excuse me, I think it's time I have a little chat with your stalker." Haruka grinned, cracking her knuckles as she strode past Minako.

Michiru was quicker, however, and snagged Haruka's arm before she could take more than a single step. "Patience dear. He's currently surrounded by officers."

"What's that matter?" Haruka scowled, settling back down, "Doesn't Minako have the TCPD in her pocket?"

"Just their boss," Minako corrected.

Haruka threw her a disgruntled look that said 'same thing.'

"In either case," Michiru continued, ignoring their interruptions, "I don't think it would be wise. He's merely doing his job. Confronting him would only add you to his list of suspicious suspects and me, as well, by association." She gave Haruka a stern look. "I do not want to become a suspect, Haruka."

"Well then," Minako smiled, bringing the couple's attention back to her, "I suppose that's my cue to leave before he catches me out here talking to you both. You'll tell me if you learn anything further?"

Michiru nodded her acquiesce while Haruka huffed in the background, still itching for a fight.

Minako thanked them again and departed for Mako's cafe. She made it two blocks and around the corner before letting her shoulders drop in fatigue. Using her powers without transforming always left her feeling a little anemic. Good thing Mako-chan had a dark, raspberry mousse hidden in the back fridge with her name on it! She couldn't wait to eat it up.

And then she would call Rei and ask her to "look" deeper into one Detective Koizumi.

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[jenthehenrn]

STEAK

This is a work of fiction.

I'm a registered nurse who works at the Critical Care Unit of a busy level II trauma hospital in the Southwest. My typical shift starts at 1900 in the evening to 0700 in the morning and my typical "customers" are a motley sort:  "Homie" drop-offs (wounded gang members dumped right at the ER curb by their "friends") with gunshot wounds fixed with chest tubes and vacuums draining their lungs. Nursing home elderlies, neglected and festering deep in sores and feces. Frothy overdoses, mangled motor vehicle accidents, cardiac arrests, alcohol withdrawals, schizophrenic wig-outs, customer service complaints…you get it.

A bruised and nervous woman staggered into the ER. This wasn't the first time she showed up in the odd hours of the night. She would check with complaints of various sorts. A head bump. A twisted arm. A broken tooth. A stubbed toe. And on cue, her sobered husband would show up hours later demanding to see her. And once he was by her side he would hover on her every word. Coddle her. Taunt the staff. Raid the patient food fridge. Then he would demand they leave for home....only for her to return a few evenings later.

It was a pitiful cycle of spousal abuse and we did everything we could to get her to press charges. We left post it notes as she went to the bathroom, dropped cues in our conversations with her, arranged numerous social services consults, and even tried to isolate her from the husband. But she denied the signs, brushed off the police, and clung to her husband like a prince. And the more she kept coming back, the more pissed off we became. Our hands were tied.

I was on shift when she came in with a chief complaint of a sore throat this time. Wide red bruises wrapped around her neck; the telltale signs of manual strangulation. Unlike her previous visits, Dr. O'Neill (a young female resident) decided to admit her in the hospital for a day or two.

The husband exploded. "The fuck she's not staying in here!"

"Strangulation to the neck causes throat swelling and an increased risk for suffocation. We'll b treating her with steroids and monitoring her should the swelling get worse."

"She's stupid and clumsy, yo! She fell and hit the counter. That's what she did!"

"That doesn't match the injuries to her neck."

"Bullshit, she's fine!"

Dr. Stevens, lead doctor of the ER, approached the couple and tapped Dr. O’Neill by the shoulder. "There's an old lady with a head lac in gurney five. I'll take over."

Dr. O’Neill sighed, shaken but relieved. She took the chart from his hands and marched to the next exam room. But not before shooting a sarcastic gaze: good luck with this one.

The lead doctor smiled at the couple and introduced himself with a chirpy voice. "I'm Dr. Stevens, I'll be taking over your wife's case." Dr. Stevens had recognized the wife numerous times but never treated her. Until now.

"Finally! A real doctor,” the husband scoffed.

Dr. Stevens held out a cup of water and some Tylenol. "First of all, you're cranky and I'm hearing you're having a headache. I want you to take this and get that taken care of."

The husband snatched them with a swig and a gulp.

"Now that I've introduced myself, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Yeah," the husband interjected. "She fell on the floor and her sweater got wrapped up in her neck. That bitch doctor wants to keep her here. I ain't paying bills for that."

The doctor stroked his beard for a moment. Then he turned to the silent wife. Her head was bowed under her hoodie.

"Is this true?"

She feebly nodded. Or tried to.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes," she said hoarsely.

"Oh good. You can talk."

"Yeah, cause she won't shut up," the husband berated her. "Next time, you listen exactly what I say, babe. Or this shit happens again."

"Why! You're exactly right!" Dr. Stevens chimed in. Then he sternly turned to the wife. "Listen closely. All of this can be avoided if you serve your husband what he wants. Just imagine the trouble you're putting your husband in! A good wife should stay put, keep the house tidy, and get him a whiskey and some nice juicy steak after a long day's work. Every single night. No exceptions."

"Ha! That's fucking right. You hear that? Babe. Every night," he boasted. "We can go, right?"

"Certainly. We can't legally hold you against your will. One of the nurses will hand your wife an AMA form. Have her sign and you'll be on your way. Here's your script for a steroid and throat spray you can take to any pharmacy."

"Awesome," he sneered.

On cue, I printed up the AMA form and script and headed to their gurney, only to find the husband exit the ER with his wife in tow and her medication scripts in the trash. I marched up to Dr. Stevens at his desk, fuming.

"Ornery?" he calmly noted the anger across my face.  

"'A good wife should stay put'. What the hell was that about?"

"She's been here seven times. Patients like her, you give them what they want. Not what they need to hear."

"You just gave her a death sentence! He'll kill her."

"We'll see," he shrugged, grabbing the next chart.

Weeks passed. Months passed. The wife never returned. I started to worry but the endless flood of patients each night kept me distracted. In time I forgot about her.

Then I saw her, back in the ER. But she was different this time. I didn't recognize her at first. She had an upright posture. She had blush and lipstick on. She was colorfully dressed. Not a single scratch or bruise was on her. She sat next to a gurney where an unconcious unruly man was covered in tubes and machines.

I overheard a conversation between his nurse and Dr. Stevens:

"32 year old male alcoholic found unconscious and not breathing at home by his wife. Unknown down time. CPR was initiated on the field. ROSC achieved in 30 minutes. GCS 3. Hasn't moved at all."

"Any reflexes?" Dr. Steven’s asked.

"Absent. Brain CT's crap. Ammonia level's 280. Liver is toasted. His wife is over there. Says he's been taking Tylenol for headaches."

Holy shit, it was the husband! I stared at the bloated guy on the gurney. His face puffed, his skin yellowed, and he had a rounded protruding belly. He didn't look anything like her husband except those women tattoos I remembered on his arm.

Dr. Stevens made his way to the gurney. "Ma'am, I'm Dr. Stevens. We've met before."

"I know," she shook his hand.

"There's no easy way to say this, but your husband has alcoholic hepatic encephalopathy and anoxic brain injury. We've placed him on life support to keep him alive but the damage to his brain is done. I'm sorry."

"Will he ever wake up?"

"I'm afraid not."

She tearfully shook her head. "Every dinner, I cook him steak and whiskey. He was so happy, he'd sleep it off. So I cooked more."

"Every night?"

She nodded. She would go on to say how less angry he became. He was able to sleep more. There were less arguments, less beatings.  She had more freedom to clean the house, dress herself, go shopping, handle the bills, and cook meals. All while unknowingly poisoning her husband. With Tylenol and steak and whiskey.

There was a long moment of silence between the two. Dr. Stevens patted her gently on the shoulder then walked away.

The wife later took him off life support and he died the next day. I never saw her again. Rumor has it she went through an epiphany. She sold the house. Went to college. Found a job. And married a better man.

To this day, she still cooks. Mostly dishes of lean chicken and a glass of fine wine. But steak and whiskey is her specialty, and she saves them for those special occasions.

- OrneryJen RN, CCRN

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[yukipage]

Curiosity and Distress

Blue Lips, Blue Veins: Part 1

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

Summary: When the android sent from CyberLife arrives at the police station, you are instantly curious about him. As you endeavor to learn more about him, he discovers your unorthodox fear.

Author's Note: I have a couple of ideas for continuing this, but only if people like it enough. This was me taking a simple idea and running with it. I do share the Reader's fear, but not quite to the extent that is expressed here. Anyway, enjoy! :) *edit* I guess you guys really like this, and I've got more to say in the story, so I'm making this a series! Look out for more coming soon.

Hank’s new partner peaked your curiosity. After all, it wasn’t every day that an android was allowed to participate in solving critical investigations. Your daily paperwork had been interrupted this morning when Connor arrived, asking around for Lieutenant Anderson. Awkwardly, you had introduced yourself and directed him to Hank’s desk, which was situated directly across from yours. The android sent by CyberLife then proceeded to ignore you as he sat in an available chair, absentmindedly tossing a coin around. The tricks he did boggled your mind and proved to be more than enough of a distraction for you. Then, Hank had arrived and all hell broke loose.

 You felt sorry for both parties as Hank berated the android he was forced to work with. When they finally left, you returned to writing up the reports assigned to you. Despite their absence, the two of them were stuck in your head for the rest of the day.

Now that it’s later, more and more people are packing up and going home. You volunteered to put in the extra hours needed to add the finishing touches on your paperwork. It’s mind-numbingly tedious. However, you are instantly glad that you stayed when Connor walks into the station. He nods politely at you before sitting down in his designated chair and closing his eyes. You squint at him. Did he fall asleep? Can androids even sleep? You sigh and begin to spin around in your wheely chair, musing over some of the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind since the deviant cases started racking up. Androids are treated terribly by most of your society. It sucks; even if they don’t feel anything, they still should be treated with decency. And, despite what you’ve been told all your life, the cases suggest that androids do have emotions, that they are sentient and feel empathy. You don’t know what to make of it.

Breaking from your reverie, you look at Connor again. He still hasn't moved. What is going on? Hesitantly, you stand up and walk over to him. He remains perfectly motionless. You edge your way in front of him and wave your hand in front of his face. “Er, Connor? You there?” you ask. No dice. Scooting backwards, you hoist yourself on top of his desk and stare at him, legs dangling over the side and arms crossed. You have to admit, his is pretty cute. You wince and mentally chide yourself. Don’t end up liking a guy who might not even be capable of reciprocating your feelings. Still, you guess it can’t hurt to look. You lean forward until your face is nearly a foot away from his.

Connor’s eyes pop open. Yelping, you flinch backwards and fall off of Connor’s desk. You hit the floor with a thud. He gazes down at you and blinks in surprise. “Officer, what are you doing on the floor?”

You are frozen in place. “Um, well… you see…” Your face grows redder and redder with every passing moment as you scramble to come up with something to say. “You looked like you were asleep, so I was… er… checking on you. When you opened your eyes, you scared me. I, uh, I fell. As you can see.”

“I was not asleep, merely making a report to CyberLife and running a self diagnostic,” he articulates with a faint hint of amusement in his voice. Standing, he reaches down and helps you off of the floor.

“Thanks,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“You’re welcome.” Connor turns on his heel and quickly walks to the exit, leaving you in the dust.

Before you can stop yourself, you run after him. “Hey, wait!” you call. “Wait up!” You skid to a halt in front of him.

He cocks his head at you. “Yes?”

“Where are you going?” you inquire hastily.

“I just received word of another incident that could possibly involve deviant activity. So, I’m going to locate Lieutenant Anderson and accompany him to the crime scene.” 

 “Oh! I know where his house is. And I know the bars where he likes to hang out.”

“So do I. It’s in his profile,” Connor states matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but I could drive you there. If you wanted me to, that is...” you mumble, trailing off. For a few moments, Connor’s LED whirrs yellow on the side of his head. It then changes back to blue.

“Alright,” he concedes. “Your vehicle will get us there faster than public transportation.” You cheer internally as you lead Connor to your car. You start it up, pull out of the parking lot, and head towards Hank’s house. The two of you sit in silence for a couple of uncomfortable minutes until, surprisingly, Connor speaks. “May I ask you a question, Officer?”

“Uh, sure. But you don’t have to call me that. Most people call me Blue.”

“That is an unusual nickname.”

You smile ruefully. “Well, when you get a bucket of paint dumped on you your first day on the job, you might get an ‘unusual nickname’ too. It’s a long story, don’t ask. I like it, anyways. So what’s your question?”

“Why were you so adamant about driving me to find the Lieutenant?”

“Well,” you say, sighing. “To tell you the truth, I find you extremely interesting. It’s so cool you’re an android detective, like something from a book! Chauffeuring you seemed way better than finishing my paperwork. Also, I know Hank. He needs all of the moral support he can get when you do eventually find him. He doesn’t really like androids, if you haven’t noticed.”

“He has made that very clear. Do you know why that is?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather not say. It’s not for me to tell.” You stop at a red light and wait, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. Rain pours from the overcast sky, drumming a tattoo on the roof of your car. Turning the corner, you drive through a neighborhood. The houses are nothing fancy, a little run down if you’re being brutally honest. The trees and grass, though, are a nice break from the concrete jungle of Detroit.

Stopping in front of a house, you park the car. “This is it,” you say, gesturing to the faint glow in the windows of the dwelling. “And it looks like he’s home.” Both of you step out into the rain. You pull your hood over your head in an attempt to shield yourself from the cascading water. Needless to say, it doesn’t work very well, so you hurry to the safety and comfort of Hank’s porch. Connor raises a finger and rings the doorbell. He opens his mouth to call out, but you cut him off. “Hank! It’s me, Blue. I know you’re in there.” You hear nothing from inside the house. “Sorry,” you whisper to Connor. “I think he may be more inclined to open the door if he thinks I’m the only one here. Hank!” you once again yell, and rap your knuckles on the door loudly. A sinking feeling pulls at the pit of your stomach. You try the knob, then back away from the door. “Something’s wrong.” You step into the yard and search the ground. “He has a spare key under a rock somewhere,” you explain breathlessly.

“Here, I see it.” Connor overturns a large stone adorned with peeling green paint that was hiding in the shadows and picks up a brass key. He unlocks the door and turns the knob. The pair of you step inside the house and Connor closes the door behind you, shutting out the dreary weather. You gasp. Hank is lying, either passed out or dead, on the kitchen floor with a spilled bottle of whiskey and a gun next to him. You start forward, then something else immediately draws your attention. A giant Saint Bernard reclining in the living room lifts his head up at your entry.

You swear under your breath and slowly inch away. “Oh no, I forgot about him.” You hold your hands up disarmingly. “Easy, Sumo, easy. Just stay there,” you croon in the calmest tone you can muster. The dog lets out an booming bark and bounds towards you. Without another word, you take off down the hallway. You rush into the first door that’s open, slam it shut, and lean against it, chest heaving. You exhale loudly and rub your shaking hands through your hair. That was a tad overdramatic. Even still, you really did not want to go back there. Cracking open the door, you warily peer out, but you can’t quite see the kitchen or the android. “Connor, you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Lieutenant Anderson is as well, just inebriated and unconscious. The dog isn’t going to hurt anyone; you can come out now,” Connor replies.

“Uh, no thanks. I’m good in here.” The door slowly creaks shut. You can hear Connor waking up Hank and his drunken howling, eliciting a giggle from you. His swearing and slurred speech gets louder as he passes by your door. Silence, then the sound of the shower running and Hank hollering. You cover your mouth with your hands to stifle a laugh.

A couple of minutes pass, then there’s a knock at the door. Connor’s muffled voice comes through. “Blue, can I come in?” You open up and move out of the way to let him pass, making sure to secure the door afterwards. He walks over to the closet and pulls out one of Hank’s “suits.” Turning back around, he looks at you quizzically. “Why are you still in here?”

You scuff the carpet with your foot self-consciously. “It’s because… I’mafraidofdogs,” you mumble.

Connor cocks his head. “What’s that? I didn’t catch that.”

“I’m afraid of dogs, ok?” you clarify irately. “I don’t like being around them. I mean, they’re adorable in theory and from afar, but I just don’t like to get close.”

Connor nods. “Ah, I see. Well, Sumo is sitting quietly in the kitchen, so I don’t think he’ll bother you if you come out to sit in the living room. Come on.” He waves you out the door. You cautiously follow him, glancing in the bathroom to see Hank hunched over the toilet. You grimace as he vomits. Connor drops off his clothes and shuts the door to give him some privacy, at Hank’s assurance that he won’t take long.

You bravely march into the living room and curl up in the seat furthest away from Sumo. You don’t take your eyes off the dog. Connor pokes around in the kitchen for a bit, then focuses his attention on you. Once again, you can see his yellow LED spinning. He approaches you. “Being afraid of a passive animal is illogical. It may even interfere with your duties in the future. You should try to face your fear.”

You rapidly shake you head. “No way. I’m not getting near him.”

Connor grabs your hand. Your eyes widen as he pulls you off the couch. “This is for your own good.” He begins to lead you to the source of your fear.

“No no no no no,” you frantically cry. “Connor, let go!” You try to break free from his grasp, but he has a solid hold on you. When you realize that resistance is futile, you resign yourself to your fate and allow Connor to lug you into the kitchen. The pair of you halt in front of the furry creature. Your muscles become rigid, and you instinctively clutch Connor’s arm. Sumo raises his head. He whines softly, tail thumping and tongue hanging out of his mouth. With you still clinging to him, Connor kneels on the tile. Gently, he detaches one of your trembling hands from his arm and places it on Sumo’s back, his hand covering yours. You feel the dog’s silky fur underneath your fingers and steadily, you begin to stroke him. Some of the tension leaves your body.

Connor notices your heart rate decreasing and pulls back. “See? This isn’t so bad.” You see him smiling slightly at you.

“No, no it’s not.” You grin back at him and shake your head in wonder. How could this caring person ever be called a machine? Connor may not believe it himself, but he maybe really does have feelings. And if he does, this deviant hunter specially designed by CyberLife, then all androids do. A seed of belief begins to take root in your heart.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a slurp as the Saint Bernard licks your wrist. “Ewww.” you shake the slobber off of you. “Sumo, that was gross.” Connor starts to get up. You seize his hand and look him in the eyes. “Hey, thank you for this.”

“It’s no problem, Blue.”

“No really. Thank you. I would’ve never been able do this without you.” You realize how intensely you’re staring at him and look away, blushing. You release him. Man, he really is cute. This android better have feelings, you think jokingly to yourself as you continue to pet Sumo.

|Ao3| |Part 2| |Part 3| |Part 4|

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The Blovel Season 2 Episode #10

After Charley settled into her seat, Salaam began to pour out all he had been meaning to say, “Thank you for coming to meet with me Charley. I know you don’t owe me anything and you sitting with me now is most likely a courtesy out of respect for my mom, but I have to say a few things to you while this opportunity exists.” Charley sips her pour over, crosses her legs and with a raised left eye brow half-heartedly listens. Salaam continues, “The last two years I have spent wondering how I would saw the things I need to say to you if given the opportunity. I never knew if the chance would present itself or not, but with this being my only shot I need to let you know a few things.” Charley still remains unbothered as she goes for another sip.

Salaam asked if Charley would mind if he went to the bathroom for a moment. She told him to go ahead. As Salaam walked away Charley could feel the cool air from outside as a customer walked in. The coolness of the breeze sent literal chills up her spine. The sudden rush also hardened Charley’s nipples as they weren’t visible but the shapes could be seen through her blouse. Salaam returns and can see that Charley’s facial expression hasn’t changed but that her poker face can’t hide her erect nipples. Salaam asks, “Are you happy I came back?” Charley offers rather quickly, “Look I really don’t have time for your shit. Say what you have to say so I can go on with my life.” Being put in his place by Charley was never unnerving enough to rattle Salaam but this one instance took him aback.

Throughout their relationship Charley and Salaam always kept things pretty straightforward between them. There was no need to complicate things with being disingenuous; if you had an issue you had better say something in the moment or never speak about it. They both subscribed to the idea of being honest despite how most people rather hear fallacy than the truth. They always kept each other’s emotions in the back of their minds but they were blunt and direct and they liked that about their connection. Neither one of them ever took offense to the other’s opinion because they knew it was coming from a loving place and was never given with malicious intent; they had a rather progressive type of relationship. Salaam was the one who subscribed to the direct approach which doesn’t explain why now he is uneasy.

Salaam continues, “I know I messed up when I went at the girl behind the counter. I have no excuse. I was thinking with my dick. It wasn’t because I wasn’t satisfied by you or anything like that; I was being selfish and only thinking about myself and not us. You called it quits afterwards and I couldn’t blame you. I didn’t even put up a fight because I knew I was wrong and that you didn’t deserve that. I don’t regret much about my life but that poor choice is one I will forever regret Charley. I am sorry I compromised our relationship for someone that really didn’t matter.” Charley pulls her coffee away from her mouth after a sip and looks directly into Salaam’s eyes, “So this is what you wanted to say to me after two years? That’s it? You could have kept all that because I already knew that shit. I knew she didn’t mean anything and that’s why I left. I knew I was good to you but that you couldn’t help yourself because I saw how gullible you were. You always looked at other women in my presence but I never disrespected you like that. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m good and have been. I appreciate you letting your guard down to be honest but I already knew that Salaam. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how fucked up it was for you to make a pass at one of my employees but you did that shit right in my face. Look, don’t come by my shop ever again. You popped up today and I am sorry about your mom, but don’t come by ever again. Have a nice life Salaam.” Charley rises and puts on her overcoat, grabs her bag, picks up her coffee and exits the cafe. Salaam is left with nothing but his thoughts and dissatisfaction.

As Charley exits the cafe she can hear her phone buzzing in her bag. She figures that she’ll look at it once she gets to her car and is safe and off the street. Soon after Charley gets to her car and starts it. She turns on the vent and cranks the defrost; the bitter cold of the winter appeares to be arriving a bit earlier than expected. Charley reaches into her bag and sees that she has quite a few missed calls and voicemails. She sees that Buxton called her nearly five hours ago and left a voicemail. Charley has been so frustrated with work and Salaam that she neglected her phone and thus missed Buxton’s call.

Charley listened to the voicemail and began crying. She could hear the sounds from inside of Buxton’s Jeep as what sounds like an accident is occurring. Buxton must have passed out just before sending a voicemail and his phone recorded nearly ten minutes worth of the collision and voices of people who stopped to help. One person spoke and said, “I’m not sure who Charley is, but whomever you are, this guy is hurt pretty badly. I will make sure the authorities call you. I’m going to hang up and call the paramedics. I hope you get this soon.”

After listening to the voicemail, Charley is overcome with emotion. She is scared and afraid and upset and anxious and felt lonely all at the same time. She drops her phone as she thought about what could possibly have happened to Buxton. She suddenly remembers that there were other voicemails that followed after Buxton’s. She listens eagerly to hear if there is any information about what happened to Buxton. Most of the voicemails came from the police department and a few came from the hospital itself. They all were asking for her immediate presence at the hospital because Buxton was not able to respond and they needed to know information about him. Charley rushed over to the hospital as fast as she was able to.

Charley pulled up to the ER and ran out of her car. She rushed into the emergency room and asked for the room that Buxton Wordsworth was in. The front desk asked for her identification and asked what her relationship was to the patient but quickly said, “Never mind. It says right here that you are Mr. Wordsworth’s girlfriend. You can go on right to his room ma’am. Just as a a precaution, he was unconscious when they brought him in and he still may be after surgery.”

Charley walks back to his room. She has a wealth of emotion that she attempts to hold back as she doesn’t fully know what she is about to walk into. She reaches to corridor to where Buxton’s room is and can see that there are police at the desk in the middle of the corridor. They are having a conversation and keep referencing back to Buxton by pointing to his room. Charley isn’t sure why they are doing this but it makes her a bit cautious. She walks over to Buxton’s room and pokes her head in to see if he is conscious. She can see that Buxton is breathing but he has his eye closed and the rest of his face is bandaged. She shakes her head in disbelief of what she is observing. A police officer approaches Charley and says, “Hello ma’am. Are you related to this patient?” Charley turns around and responds, “No I am not related to this patient however we are dating one another.” The officer begins to explain, “Ok ma’am. I’ll have to verify if you are the woman we contacted before we can go any further. May I see your driver’s license just to verify ma’am?” Charley hands over her license. He adds, “Thank you ma’am. I’ll be right back.” The officer takes it to the desk in the middle of the corridor for verification. Charley turns back to look at Buxton and she can see he has a cast on his arm. She wonders about all of what he had been through as she recalls the voicemail she listened to. He looks like he is in pain. Charley begins to cry. The officer approaches her and offers her her license without looking and says, “Ok ma’am here you go and here’s the situation...”

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