D.E.A.N | Chapter 13 - Support
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A/N I had major and extended writer’s block and I’ve been busy with my work (I’ve only been working at my place now in like, less than three months. I still need to train and learn not to mess up, which I almost did, majorly ;______;) so I’m really sorry that it’s been such a long time since the last update.
It’s kinda unedited and I’m not sure the chapter is gonna stay like this permanently. I think I will change up some things later to make it more up to my usual standard. Still, I hope it satisfies your yearning for Nick feeling happy and being comforted lol (if you do, of course, but I feel like not a lot of people care about this fic. Oh well, you write for yourself, right?)
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Wordcount: ± 5599 [longest and most indulgent chapter to date lol, literally the beach episode of this novel]
TW: Depressive Episode, Anorexia (low appetite)
Mark’s team isn’t quite sure that he is completely logical in his actions, but he doesn’t really care as long as their charge is happy.
This story is set in the last half of 2016.
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Unfortunately, almost like a clockwork, Nick still gets sad, randomly cries, or has that thousand-yard stare again anyway despite the birthday celebration. Sometimes, he still has to be cajoled into eating or getting up once in a while. They are still worried, of course, but not too worried as he gets enough sustenance anyway for now.
Not Mark, though.
Mark is extremely worried and looks at the surveillance monitor many times, seeing what Nick is doing and gauging his mental state through his appearance from the live feed. He throws a look at the monitor quite often while in briefing or planning session in the team room, to the point that sometimes Luke or Horace has to snap their fingers in his face to return his focus on the discussion.
So, one day when he is driving with Lena to the team’s drop point manned by a confidential double FBI/D.E.A.N agent to get their usual supplies, Mark suddenly pulls over.
“What the hell, Mark? We aren’t there yet,” Lena asks with puzzled look.
“Yeah, I know, just stay here,” he absently and hurriedly says as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the driver side door.
He goes around the car and opens the door to the back passenger seats, frantically upturning so many items and tools with Lena looking back still as confused as ever. Finally, he pulls up a square fabric with two-feet-by-two-feet size which is quite soft. He doesn’t know who put it there, what’s it for, or whose fabric it is. He doesn’t care as he closes the door again and immediately makes a dash for the side of the road opposite of where their car is.
With the car closed, Lena can’t really hear what’s going on, and that is perfect for Mark. He has been carefully looking around the road so far hoping to find what he needs to find, and he finally does. From a small ratty cardboard box tipped to its side, he sees a small bundle of black fuzzy ball with two floating blue orbs on its front.
As he steps closer to the cardboard box, the fuzzball shows another circle below the other two, and from it he hears tiny but high-pitched repeated meows signaling its opened baby mouth.
“Hello,” Mark says automatically with a baby voice as he scoops up the kitten into the fabric and wraps the teeny creature gently in it.
He thought he was going to have to settle with randomly colored cats before, but he guesses the universe is truly telling him that this is the right thing to do with the perfect cat exactly how Nick likes it according to his social media.
“You’re gonna have a new home, kitty,” he says while cradling the kitten near his mouth before giving it a soft peck on its tiny forehead. He is usually a dog person, having a husky when growing up and training German shepherds when he was in federal police academy. This one can be an exception, though.
The cat immediately stops meowing, almost like it finally realizes it’s going to be okay and no longer needs to ask for help or protector anymore. Mark then looks at both sides of the road before jogging again to the car.
Right when he opens the car door again, he hears, “Mark, what the hell are you thinking? They’re going to kick your ass!” from Lena.
“Well, then don’t tell them,” Mark says, pulling the seatbelt then buckling it, then he hands the fuzzball to Lena’s lap without asking. “Hold on to the cat, okay? We don’t have pet carrier yet.”
Lena just looks at him with confused look, but heeds to it anyway.
They continue their journey, bringing the supplies from the drop point into the car, but unlike usual, they make a detour (exactly like when he and Luke went to a pastries store) to the nearest pet shop and vet office to buy tons of wet cat food, kitten formula, needleless tiny syringes for feeding, a litter box, an organic litter bag weighing almost 40 pounds, litter box linings, some dewormer and flea bath soap from the vet, and collapsible pet carrier.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” Lena asks again.
“Well, do you hate the cat?” Mark asks them as Lena is cradling the kitten carefully, showing that even they already feel protective over the baby feline.
“No, but—”
“Well, then don’t say anything to them and everything would be fine,” he grins.
Lena just shakes their head, but finally stays silent.
When they both arrive back at the headquarter, Mark shushes Lena and tells them to stay in the car for a little bit.
He darts to the monitor of the surveillance to Nick’s bedroom, making sure that the team room is empty. Then he tinkers with the connection, disabling it so that they can’t really see what’s going on in Nick’s bedroom. Mark doesn’t completely severe the connection, though, choosing to freeze the frame to that of Nick laying down on his side like usual, which is another perfect coincidence that convinces him he is absolutely supposed to do this.
He comes back again into the car and carries the items, both the cat care items and their D.E.A.N supplies, choosing to bring some pet care items together with the supplies repeatedly so that nobody suspects a thing seeing their usual supplies in both Lena and Mark’s holds while the pet care items are hidden behind it.
He feels slight nervous sweat rolling down his temple as he moves with a little more urgency than normal, eyes flitting around to his surrounding to see if anyone is around.
Finally, all of the team supply is put in the storage and training room. Now what he needs to do is to transfer all the pet care items little by little to Nick’s room. Easy.
Maybe.
As a way to disguise the items, he pulls out some trash bags and wrap those items with the plastics.
“What on earth are you doing?” Lena asks again in puzzlement and slight irritation, still cradling the kitten.
“I’m making sure they don’t see what’s inside,” he replies distractedly, beginning to wrap some cat food cans and package of kitten formula and carrying them out to Nick’s bedroom.
He knocks a little, before opening the door anyway.
Nick is fiddling with his fingers with tear streaks on his face.
Mark feels that heart clenching sensation again. Thankfully, he now has just what Nick needs to feel better.
“Be quiet, Nicky, okay?” he tells Nick when the heterochromatic-eyed boy looks up at him.
“Um, okay,” Nick responds, sounding more like a question.
Mark then gently put down the items in his arms before smiling meaningfully at Nick and putting his index finger in front of his lips. He gets out again.
“What am I supposed to do with the cat?” Lena asks him again as he reappears in the training room.
“Just… hold on to it a little,” he says, continuing to wrap cat care items in trash bag and bringing them back to Nick’s bedroom.
He has to make quite the journey back and forth between the training room and Nicky’s bedroom, until at last he has to bring the giant bag full of litter that he has to cover up more carefully.
“What is going on?” Nick now asks him.
Mark smiles wide with triumphant feeling, seeing as he has been successful in transferring all of the pet care items without detection.
“Just wait,” he tells Nick excitedly.
Mark gets out again to fetch Lena.
“Come on, we’ll reveal it to him now,” Mark says finally, earning a head shaking from Lena. Even so, there is slight smile on their face.
They both walk slowly, carefully looking at the coast to make sure it’s clear. Mark’s smile is getting wider and wider despite his thundering heartbeat due to his stealthy move.
Once on the door of Nicky’s bedroom, he slowly opens it with the cat still cradled by Lena, then they both go in. Mark closes the door quietly, thinking that it’s probably an overkill now as both Lena and he are already safely inside.
“All right, be quiet, okay?” he tells Nick before pulling Lena and getting them to sit at the edge of Nick’s bed. Lena then pulls away one of their hands and lifts up the flap of the fabric still covering the kitten.
At the sight of the tiny kitten, Nick immediately widens his eyes and opens his mouth. Mark shushes him to remind him again.
“A kitten?” Nick whispers excitedly.
“Here,” Lena carries the kitten from their arm and puts it into Nick’s arm instead.
Nick is smiling so wide, still speechless.
“Oh my god!” he whispers again, finally finding his voice.
Nick looks up at Mark with such a happy and grateful look, his colorful eyes looking slightly glassy. He immediately chokes out sobs, but Mark can tell it’s happy tears this time.
“I’ve always wanted a cat. Thank you!”
He cradles the kitten still, one arm going to his eyes to erase his tears as he continues to sob in delight.
“No problem,” Mark replies with his own beaming smile, feeling his heart swelling in happiness at Nick’s joyful face. “It’s thanks to Lena too.”
The aforementioned agent smiles affectionally too at Nick.
“Thank you so much, both of you,” he says tearfully as he keeps cradling the kitten and kissing the top of its tiny head. The kitten starts meowing again, now moving out of the fabric to headbutt Nick’s cheek.
Nick giggles as a response.
God, Mark has never been this happy seeing another person’s smile.
“Um, what on earth?” they hear a feminine voice suddenly behind them.
Oh, shit.
Both Lena and Mark turn around to face whoever is standing there. They see Mary looking confused.
“Mary, I can… I can explain. Just, shhh.”
Mark frantically stands up and pulls Mary’s hand to completely enter the room.
“I was checking the surveillance and it looks tempered. Was that you?” Mary hisses accusingly at Mark.
“Yes, look, just don’t say anything, please, can you look at his face and has the heart to take the cat away?” Mark whispers while gesturing at Nick who is cradling the cat even deeper into his arm with devastated look.
“Look, I don’t mind cat—actually it’s kinda cute, where did you get it?—anyway, no, that’s not my decision. The others are going to kill you,” Mary says distractedly as she tries to steal a look at the hidden cat.
“Well, what they don’t know can’t hurt them, right?”
Eventually, three of them agree to keep Nick’s kitten a secret, and Nick is ecstatic. He is so dedicated to the cat, immediately taking the kitten to his bathroom and filling the sink with water and pouring some flea bath soap.
“She needs to be bathed to get rid of the flea immediately. Otherwise, she is not going to survive the anemia from the parasite,” Nick says distractedly at Mark’s questioning gaze, “At around three-four weeks like this, anemia can be deadly.”
“She?” Mark questions, feeling amazed that Nick apparently knows enough to even gauge the kitten’s age.
“Yeah, see?” Nick carries the kitten and shows its butt with the tail pulled up to Mark while Mark is still confused about what he should be seeing, “That’s female.”
Nick then continues lowering the warm tiny fuzzball to the sink.
“Is she gonna be okay bathed like that while that young?” Lena asks this time.
“Yeah, as long as it’s warm and she is only bathed below the face as needed and immediately taken out of the water once it’s done,” he says with a spirited and wide smile.
He then purses his lips while talking in baby voice when the kitten starts meow-screaming again.
“Can I get some plastic comb, with, like small teeth?” Nick asks again as his hands are busy cupping water and pouring it gently to the kitten, once in a while also gently rubbing the tiny face with his thumb.
“Um, for what?” Mark asks, still confused about all the treatments that Nick is doing for the kitten. He seems way too experienced and educated to have this as his first pet.
“For the flea,” Nick focuses back to the kitten. “After the bath, I still need to comb her to get rid of the remaining flea that are still on her skin.”
Oh, okay. That makes sense. Kind of.
“Maybe I have some in my room. I’ll go get it later.”
All three of them just watch Nick in wonder as he moves about swiftly but carefully to take care of the tiny creature, up until Nick looks back at Mark with pointed look.
“Oh, yeah. The comb. Wait.”
As Nick dabs the kitten slowly with his own clothes that he takes from the drawer, Mark rises up and walks out to his own bedroom to grab the aforementioned item.
Once he is back, he sees Lena, Mary, and Nick cooing at the shaky kitten as it—she—walks around on Nick’s bed.
“Here,” he reaches out a hand to give the comb to Nick.
“Thanks,” Nick replies, giving wide-toothed smile at Mark that causes that weird jolt in his heart again.
Whatever. It’s nothing.
Once the other two agents leave after having enough cooing, Mark decides to rise to walk out to give Nick time alone with his new pet.
“Mark?”
He turns before he opens the door.
“Yeah?”
Nick is seemingly hesitating, so Mark walks back to sit on the bed to wait for whatever he is about to say. Nick takes a while to look at him, choosing to continue cradling the kitten and petting her.
“Um, I’m gonna need some more things for her. Is that okay?”
Mark furrows his eyebrows as he throws a look at the mount of cat stuff he bought already.
“I’ll need some tape and cardboard boxes or stiff plastic covering.”
Mark is still trying to process his request.
“For her playpen,” Nick tells him at Mark’s puzzled look, “since you didn’t buy one for her. I’m gonna make one.”
Mark thinks it might make sense, but not really. So he just says, “Well, we have to wait until the night so no one is gonna be suspicious.”
“Okay,” he replies with slight smile.
He stays a bit just looking at Nick with the cat that he is already glued to.
“I’ll help you get those stuff tonight,” he finally says.
As promised, Mark walks back into Nick’s room at night sneakily, to go with Nick around the headquarter for the items he asked before.
They find some in the artillery room where they see some plastic covering around seven or so feet in length and half a meter in width. It’s usually used for some makeshift storage box or other tool they might need to DIY, so Nick and Mark only take one sheet to avoid suspicion if someone is doing logistic of their supplies. Along that, they also find some duct tape, then they immediately go to Nick’s bedroom again.
“Help me make a circle?” Nick asks, now that Mark is the only one left to help him after Mary and Lena decided to do their own stuff.
So, Mark does, crouching with Nick while holding both ends of the plastic covering together to make a tall circle cage. After that, Nick pulls the duct tape out and sticks it to the slit made by the ends of the plastic.
Mark absently notes that Nick is warm as he gets close to stick the tape, hands also touching slightly. Not too warm like when he was badly sick, but warm enough that he feels the pull to…
Jesus, he probably needs to hook up with someone to get it out of his system.
After Nick goes around up and down the ends of the plastic with the tape until it has three or so layers, he shreds the end of the tape with his left hand to cut it.
Huh.
He’s been doing things with his left hand for some time. Mark has just noticed it now. Is he left-handed?
Nick then pulls back while sitting on the soles of his feet with a satisfied smile, seemingly not aware at all of Mark’s jumbled emotions and wandering thoughts.
“Now all we have to do is cover the bottom with the lining pads and some clothes so that she is warm,” he tells Mark.
“Why don’t you just sleep with her on the bed so that you can warm her yourself?”
Nick frowns slightly. “I don’t want to squish her.”
“Oh, okay.”
Nick grabs the kitten gently while wrapping her with the clothes before and put her down in her playpen. It’s pretty tall and the kitten is very young, so there is no chance of her escaping.
“Do you have alarm clock?” Nick asks again as he is looking at the small feline, softly petting her with just three fingers but already covering her tiny head.
“It’s not done yet?” Mark questions, taking inventory of all the things they’ve been doing for the tiny creature. He thought cats are not that high-maintenance compared to dogs.
“Yeah, she is still so small. I have to give her formula every two hours and maybe rub her to warm her up. I also need to stimulate her tummy and butt area so that she pees and poops,” Nick explains to increasingly confused-looking Mark, “because kittens this young can’t do that on their own. Usually, their mothers lick them on that area, but since she is a rescue orphan, I have to do it for her.”
Was he preparing to be veterinarian before getting kidnapped or something?
“You know an awful lot,” Mark finally remarks in wonder.
Nick looks at him with a joyful smile. “I’ve been preparing my whole life for this.”
Mark smiles softly. “Good to know she’s in good hands, then.”
He chuckles a little after some time, causing Nick to look at him weirdly.
“You’re not gonna ask for a puppy next, are you?”
Nick giggles too. “No, don’t worry. I’m not about to build an animal shelter here.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” Mark exaggeratedly says.
“Besides, I only like dogs in theory,” Nick explains casually with a slight smile, “like thinking that snow leopards or tigers are beautiful or adorable when they act like house cats or something,” he pauses shortly, “but you won’t actually pet them and hug them in real life. It’s terrifying as hell.”
Mark giggles again, understanding and in agreement with Nick’s explanation.
“So, you’re actually afraid of dogs?”
Nick hums as a reply and adds, “Guess I’m fully a cat person.”
“That makes sense,” Mark comments absently.
When Mark turns to Nick again, he furrows his eyebrows.
There is something forlorn in the younger man’s eyes. He decides to wait if Nick still has some words to part on Mark, but Nick doesn’t continue.
“Is there another reason?” Mark asks hesitantly.
Nick takes a while before answering.
“I guess,” Nick frowns. “They can be trained to hurt others, not like cats, you know?”
As a federally trained personnel of militarized police, Mark understands it perfectly well since he himself has trained with dogs that are honed to hunt and attack criminal targets. He doesn’t think that’s what Nick means, though.
He doesn’t dare to ask just in case that’s too personal and sore spot of a topic, so, instead, Mark continues to stare at the sleeping fuzzball with Nick in peace and camaraderie, somewhat.
“I’ll get you that alarm,” Mark finally says before rising to go to his own room.
His circadian rhythm is already pretty reliable anyway, so his own alarm is a formality at this point. He doesn’t mind giving it to Nick.
So he rises and walks out of Nick’s room into his own, grabbing the aforementioned item from his bedside table.
“You sure you’re okay with waking up every two hours?” Mark asks anyway as he hands the small digital alarm to Nick once he is back to Nick’s room.
“It’s fine,” Nick says still with a smile, although there is something mournful in his face, “I’m used to waking up randomly at night anyway.”
Mark considers Nick’s words with puzzled feeling, staring at the heterochromatic-eyed boy while Nick crosses his arms over the plastic covering, looking affectionately at the kitten. When he realizes what Nick means, he widens his eyes before looking sadly at the black-haired boy.
Of course, Nick gets up randomly at night, even after he’s out of the holding cell. He probably has routine nightmares all these times still.
Mark feels that heart-string tugging feeling again, so he sits down next to Nick with crossed legs.
“Maybe after this, you’ll have calmer sleeps.”
Nick turns to him and smiles, even if it doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s probably going to take a long time to stop getting traumatizing nightmares after all of his experience in Helga.
And in this headquarter in the beginning. Especially after that time when Mark’s palm was squeezing the life out of Nick.
That nausea and guilt come back again in droves into Mark’s heavy conscience.
“Hopefully. Maybe,” Nick responds with small voice.
He hopes so too.
***
They maintain the schedule from then on to take care of the cat and watch her along with Lena and Mary who keep gushing about how adorable the fuzzball is, careful to lower their voices so that no one suspects a thing.
Not for long, though.
At one point, after Mark quietly and carefully closes the door behind him where Nick is sleeping soundly on the other side—Mark now takes some turns to feed the kitten and rubs her belly so that Nick can continue resting when he looks too tired—he finds Horace standing right in front of the door.
Mark jolts up slightly in surprise, not expecting anyone to be there.
“What,” his commanding officer punctuates, “is going on?”
Mark gulps at Horace’s suspicious look and furrowed eyebrows.
“Nothing. I’m just trying to see how he is doing,” he lies.
Well, not completely.
He does come in to see if Nick is okay, and takes over his usual responsibility to care for the kitten when Mark deems him too exhausted-looking in his sleep so that Nick doesn’t have to wake up. Nick doesn’t ask for that, really. Mark just sometimes worries for the skinny heterochromatic-eyed boy.
It's just guilt and sense of responsibility. He’s sure.
“Why are you in his room for so long? What are you doing there?” Horace pointedly asks again.
“Nothing. I talk to him, so that he doesn’t get depressed again.”
Horace narrows his eyes even more, then he points at the monitor that usually displays live feed to Nick’s bedroom.
“Doesn’t look like it,” Horace says, continuing before Mark manages to reply and lie his way out. “It also doesn’t look like the live feed is moving at all. Care to explain?”
Shit. He forgot.
“Look, Horace,” he says slowly to give himself time to come up with a lie, “he is… he is not suspicious anymore, right? Like, he’s cordial with us now. Why do we keep surveilling him? It’s just gonna make him feel trapped and alienated. He needs privacy.”
“And you didn’t think to discuss it with your commanding officer?” Horace asks almost in anger, probably sick of his subordinates not treating him like their leader for so long.
“I’m truly sorry. Next time, I will discuss it with you.”
Horace continues to look up at his eyes with suspicious look.
“There is something else, isn’t there?”
“No,” Mark replies too quickly.
“If I continue the live feed, what am I gonna see?”
Shit. Shit, shit.
“Nothing, just him, resting. That’s all.”
Oh, fuck. He’s going to get busted.
“What,” Horace punctuates again, now that the other agents are starting to gather in the team room for their usual briefing, “is in there, Marcus?”
“I told you. Nothing.”
Shit. He should have just turned off the monitor and told Horace immediately instead of letting the frame frozen suspiciously.
Horace turns around, seemingly about to drop the subject in surrender, but then he looks at Mary and Lena’s expressions. They are pointedly looking away, biting their lips with eyes flitting about between a random wall and Horace.
“What is in there? I don’t want to repeat myself,” the commanding officer now looks at three of them.
None of them talks, and Mark looks meaningfully at the other two so that they don’t fold.
He sees Lena biting their lips even harder while looking down. Mark widens his eyes meaningfully and mouthing ‘no’ surreptitiously.
“Why, no, Ken doll?” Angie now asks him pointedly as she notices his lips movement, also with suspicious look.
In any other times, Mark would roll his eyes and tell them he doesn’t appreciate the new nickname, but he is now too focused on trying to lie his way out.
Luke, too, now narrows his eyes and parts his lips slightly, then he finally says, “Why did I see a sack with a cat picture on it few days ago on our trash?”
Oh, fuck. He’s fucking busted.
Lena and Mary look down while sweat starts to flow from Mark’s temple.
Horace immediately turns to him again with an angry look.
“Don’t fucking tell me—”
Horace then puts his palm against his face in frustration.
“Look, it’s his idea, okay?” Lena finally folds.
Mark immediate opens his mouth in shock at their betrayal.
“He just pulled over and grabbed the kitten, and I wasn’t asked for my opinion or anything. So, I was so confused and just carried the cat back,” Lena tells the team fast and nervously.
“Lena!” he yells in disbelief.
Don perks up in anger. “You brought a fucking cat?”
Mark opens and closes his mouth like a fucking goldfish stupidly, then finally raises his arms in surrender, “She’s gonna stay in his room. She’s not gonna bother us. I promise.”
Anna now bristles. “What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s a special task force headquarter, not a fucking humane society shelter!”
George buries his face in his palm. “I thought you guys know I’m afraid of cats.”
“I told you, she’s gonna stay in his room. Don’t worry about it,” Mark explains frantically now that everyone is looking at him pointedly while his traitors are looking down demurely.
“Do you want to sleep with him that badly, Marcus?” Angie yells incredulously.
“If you’re really so blue-balled, I’ll get you a fucking male prostitute. It’s Nevada, it’s not gonna be too hard to find one,” Horace tells him with tight voice.
Luke and Anderson just snicker on their seats.
“That’s not what I—” he looks around at everyone’s meaningful stares at him.
“I do not have crush on him.”
“You brought a cat for him because he likes cats,” Luke says lightly with smirk.
“I don’t!” Mark yells incredulously this time. “I just think he is still too depressed, and cats are not that high-maintenance!”
Obviously not really, considering he and Nick have been taking turn to care for the kitten. But they don’t need to know that.
“Then, give him some macarons that won’t shit on the litter box that we have to clean every day, you fucking idiot!” Anna yells again at him this time.
“It’s just a cat! It’s not that bad!” he defends himself again. “Mary! You were on our side. You like the cat too. Do you have crush on Nick?”
Mary just looks at him irritably while opening and closing her mouth without actual meaningful defense of her own.
“You’re the one who took the cat, Mark,” Anderson now tells him with another snicker.
He opens his mouth again to defend himself more, but he just looks around in disbelief at everyone’s pointed look, some in disappointment and others in amusement.
“I do not have crush on him, Jesus, guys. There are other men in here, and do I have crush on any of you?”
Everyone still stays silent with more pointed looks.
“Look, there is Luke. Everyone knows he is pretty handsome and is like the slimmer version of Idris Elba. Do I have crush on him?” he looks around at everyone before continuing himself, “No.”
Luke jokingly says, “Awh. Damn.”
“Sorry, you’re not my type,” he absently says before talking again. “And Horace? I don’t have crush on him either.”
“Yeah, because that would be unethical since I’m your leader,” Horace responds irritably.
“Whatever,” he absently says again to look at someone else. “And George? He’s pretty with bubble butt which is the type of guys I go for.”
“Can you not objectify me, please?” George says with annoyed but small voice.
Mark ignores him. “Do I have crush on him? No, again! Or Anderson? Or Don?”
Both aforementioned men immediately interject, “Oh you better fucking not!”
“Don’t worry. I like guys with asshole, not guys who are asshole.”
Anna and Angie still shake their heads while Horace rubs the bridge of his nose.
“I just don’t want him to get depressed and starve himself again. I thought you guys want him to be our informant.”
Angie straightens up in frustration. “This goes beyond making him our informant. And you know that.”
Mark looks around and feels so offended as everyone still gives him meaningful stare.
Sensing the tension in the room, Luke finally gestures around. “Look, I don’t really mind the cat, to be honest. If he can take care of it—”
“Her,” Mark interrupts, immediately regretting it as the others look at him meaningfully again.
“—well, her. Then it’s okay, I guess. It’s not like we’re letting him keep a C4 or something.”
Anderson nods a little while still smirking at Mark. “Yeah, me too. Maybe the cat can be our emotional support animal, you know? Since being D.E.A.N is kinda stressful.”
“Thank you, Anderson,” Mark says pointedly before staring at everyone again.
“Yeah. Besides It’s kinda mean to take away the cat now since Nick has put a lot of days and work into caring for her,” Mary finally contributes as she fiddles with her fingers.
“Honestly, I won’t have a heart to take her away. He looks really sad when I said we need to get rid of the cat at first,” Lena offers too.
Horace looks around to his subordinates then sighs before walking to a seat to ponder a little. After a while, he inhales heavily with almost surrendered look.
“Show of hands for the ones who want the cat to go.”
Angie, Anna, Don, George, and Horace himself raise their hands.
“Now show of hands for those who want the cat to stay.”
Mark immediately raises his hand. Thankfully, Lena, Mary, Luke, and Anderson follow suit by slowly raising their own hands.
“So it’s a tie,” Horace finally says exhaustedly.
“We can ask him as the tie-breaker,” Mark says absently.
“Of course, he’s gonna say yes, Mark!” Horace yells at him.
Anna stands up with angry look as she says, “It’s a cat, Horace. They jump up around and scratch shit. What if she scratches some explo—”
The door behind Mark immediately creaks open slowly. From the inside, Nick comes out while cradling the kitten protectively with really sad eyes.
“You guys are gonna get rid of Nightingale?” he says in trembling, almost tearful voice.
“Oh no, he named the cat,” George mutters dejectedly.
“Where is she gonna go?” Nick continues, now even closer to crying.
Horace looks at Nick’s face, contemplating as he opens and closes his mouth again. Beside him, Angie’s expression changes from angry to soft look.
“Helga never let me keep a pet,” Nick says again, completely trembling as his heterochromatic eyes get glassy.
“Don’t you fucking pull the Helga card,” Anna says angrily.
Still, Don and Anna look around, finally noticing that even Horace and Angie’s faces are starting to look sympathetic.
“Angie, Horace. Don’t you fucking dare flip on us,” Don says tightly.
Horace exhales deeply, closing his eyes a little, then he stares at Nick again.
“Can you,” Horace sighs again, “even take care of a cat?”
Nick’s face lights up. “Yeah, absolutely! I’ve been volunteering in TNR groups and shelter’s fostering system—not in my house, of course, but in the other volunteers’ houses or the kittens’ room in the shelter itself. I’ve been reading a lot of cat books because I was planning to get a cat in college. I promise I’ll take care of Nightingale and make sure she doesn’t disturb any of you!”
Horace considers Nick’s words, visibly softening as he looks at how tightly and carefully Nick is cradling Nightingale—Mark didn’t even know he named her already. The tiny kitten is his arms while being a ��purrito’, as Nick calls it when she is wrapped in her tiny blanket.
Finally, Horace sighs again, darting a look at Angie who also returns the sympathetic eyes
“I guess,” he says almost tiredly, “if you can take care of her,” he then shrugs languidly, now with Don and Anna glaring at him.
“She can stay.”
Don and Anna immediately yell, “HORACE, NO!”
On the corner of the room, George buries his face again in his palms in defeat.
Mark immediately turns around to Nick with victorious grin. Nick smiles back before looking at the other agents in deep gratitude.
“Thank you so much! I won’t burden any of you, I promise!”
And so, Nightingale becomes the newest addition to the team.
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(I) (II) (III) (IV) (V) (VI) (VII) (VIII) (IX) (X) (XI) (XII) (XIII) (XIV) (XV) (XVI) (XVII) (XVIII) (XIX) (XX) (XXI) (XXII) (XXIII) (XXIV) (XXV) (XXVI) (XXVII) (XXVIII) (XXIX) (XXX) (XXXI - END)
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A Day Off
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XV.
OC: Lillian Nox Fleuret is the third princess of Tenebrae and the youngest sister of Ravus and Lunafreya. She is an Oracle. Following the attack on the Fenestala Manor, King Regis rescues Noctis and Lillian and takes them back to Insomnia. She and Noctis grew up together in the Citadel before moving to the apartment in their first year of high school. Their friendship blossomed into love over the years, and after realizing their feelings for each other, they began dating.
This takes place two years before the game. Both Lillian and Noctis are 18.
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M.E. July, 754.
"Noct... Noct! Get up. We need to clean your room before Ignis comes." Lillian announced after knocking on the still-sleeping prince's door and inviting herself.
Noctis groaned and snuggled deeper in his blanket. He mumbled a few incoherent words then the room fell into silence again. Lillian sighed and refrained from jumping on him and dragging him out of bed, "Wake up It's afternoon, Your Highness." she tried not to trip on the piles of clothes thrown on the ground and went to open the window.
A hand got out of the covers and patted blindly around it. Once he found his phone, he switched it on. Lillian sat on the bed and looked around her. The prince opened one eye, read "13:56," and then put his phone next to his pillow. He sat up after removing the blanket from his face, "'morning, sleepy-head." Lillian chuckled at his bed hair. She let her fingers tangle in his messy locks and started fixing them. He grunted a greeting and leaned closer to her as she gently combed his hair. It was a habit that he loved. Moments like these made him forget all about his responsibilities and bask in her calming scent.
"I told you to sleep early... Have you completed watching season two yet?" He had told her that he had started the second season, and they made a bet whether he could finish it in a single day.
Eight episodes. Each episode is an hour long. It was safe to say that he had won the bet.
With his eyes still closed, Noctis grinned. "Yup. All of it. Slept at four am... I feel like shit, but it's worth it," he finished with a yawn. His voice is still deep with sleep.
The Oracle shook her head at the prince. He can be silly sometimes. "Don't do that again, please. You look lifeless," she removed her hand from his hair, and he pouted in protest, "Now get your ass up. Ignis is coming at five, and we still need to clean your room."
"Right," he sighed, then smiled, "can I get a 'good morning' kiss?" He tugged at her sleeve, his other hand reaching for her face, cupping her cheek.
Lillian chuckled, then planted a soft kiss on his forehead, making his heart flutter. He sighed happily. Truly, nothing made him happier than these peaceful moments with his princess. He watched silently as she gave him a small smile before getting up from his bed.
"Your breakfast is on the dining table. I'll go get the cleaning supplies that we need." She tied her hair up so it wouldn't bother her during the cleaning. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Noctis finally getting up, running his hand through his hair, and stretching. She left Noctis' room and went to the kitchen when she realized her first mission of the day, waking him up, was complete.
Looking through the cabinets, she gathered several plastic bags for all the trash lying on his bedroom floor. Just as she pulled out a cleaning detergent, Noctis entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he sat on the dining table's chair. "Thanks for the food, Lilly," he said with a smile, before eating the pancakes.
"Hm? Oh! No problem, Noct," She said dismissively, waving her hand. With the supplies in her hold, she went to start the cleaning.
"I'll be right there once I'm finished," he called over his shoulder.
"Okay!" Was her reply.
He sat there, chewing on the chocolate-covered pancakes, then his thoughts drifted to Lillian. Ever since Ignis reprimanded and threatened to take him back to the citadel, Lillian volunteered to help him. Well, in this case, help Ignis since he was the one who would usually clean up after him.
"Ignis already has enough on his plate," Lillian said one time, "You shouldn't make his life miserable with your mess!"
Noctis promised her to try to keep his room as clean as he could because he felt guilty and didn't want to be separated from Lillian — who would stay in the apartment while he went back to the citadel. Emphasis on Try... He just couldn't help it! He tried but failed. All the royal training and political reports made him neglect to tidy his bedroom.
Once he finished, he got up and downed the strawberry smoothie. Ignis had asked Lillian to keep an eye on Noctis' dietary habits. He hated vegetables, but he hated upsetting Lillian even more. And so he ate every meal she prepared for him. He also noticed how she tried to make the greens delicious for him. She was constantly coming up with new recipes that included vegetables to make eating them more fun for him.
He adored her so much for doing this.
He cleaned his cup and plate, then hurried off to his room. He was greeted with the sight of a full laundry basket containing all the clothes he had tossed around.
When Lillian noticed his arrival, she handed him a garbage bag and said, "I'm gonna put these clothes in the washing machine," she then hoisted the hamper by its handles and added, "This is the last time you bring food here, understand?" She spoke with a stern tone that caused Noctis to avert his eyes sheepishly.
He nodded, "Understood."
Soon after that, she left, leaving him to his task. The young man looked around his room, empty packages of several snacks and bottles of juices scattered all over the floor and the desk. He glanced at the digital clock next to his laptop, "2: 13 PM," less than three hours remained until Ignis arrived. Thankfully, his room was not as wild as it used to be.
He nodded, ready to prove his independence to Ignis and Lillian. With this mindset, he began, starting with the floor, "Let's do this."
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Noctis proudly smiled as he admired his now sparkling clean room.
Lillian cleaned everything thoroughly, from the floors to the walls to the windows, and Noctis assisted her.
He turned to Lillian, her keen eyes looking for any spot they might have missed. Noctis draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close, side-hugging her, "Relax love," he chuckled, "The room is spotless. Even Iggy would be taken aback by how it looks."
Lillian returned the side hug by wrapping her arm around his back and nodded, "Yeah," she smiled when he kissed her temple and muttered a sweet 'thank you.'
"I promise to keep it as clean as possible. I won't let your work go to waste."
"That's right! Plus, we did it together, Noct," she looked up at him and smiled. She turned to the digital watch, "We still have thirty minutes before Iggy comes... Until then, I'm going to take a shower."
Earlier that day, she had cleaned her room and their living room, not that there was much to clean; she always kept things organized. And now, after cleaning Noctis' room, she was worn out. She figured a nice, hot shower would relax her muscles and clear her thoughts.
The prince smiled mischievously and said, "Mind if I join you?"
He faced her, hands moving to her hips as he pulled her flush against him. She blushed, and he smirked; He loved teasing her.
"No, I don't mind," she said, smirking at his surprised expression. Pushing away from him, she made her way to the bathroom. "You'd better hurry, though. We don't have much time."
Noctis looked at the doorway. He chuckled; she had caught him off guard. He didn't expect her to agree. With a cheeky smile on his face, he rushed after her.
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Ignis raised an eyebrow at the flushed face of the young princess and the prince's satisfied smile and decided not to ask about whatever had happened. Something told him that he was better off not knowing.
He nodded in approval after touring the apartment and then placed a folder on the coffee table.
"This is a report on the current situation between Insomnia and Niflheim, have a look at it later," Ignis then turned to Lillian, "Nyx asked me to let you know that he'll drop by tomorrow."
She smiled in excitement, "Alright!" It had been two weeks since she had seen the Kingsglaive, and she had missed him. Helping the Glaives around Insomnia's borders was a job she loved; she always looked forward to it. According to Libertus, she had made their life much easier by taking care of the Daemons and them fighting off the imperial army.
Ignis smiled at her enthusiasm and glanced at Noctis who was looking curiously at a bag he had set down on their kitchen counter.
"I had time earlier and decided to bake some desserts," the advisor adjusted his glasses, "I'll take my leave now-"
He was cut off by Lillian, a frown on her face, "What?! You can't leave just yet! I'm going to make us some coffee and eat the dessert together, so please take a seat," and with that, she went to prepare their drinks.
Noctis looked at the princess, a look of admiration on his face. The sun was setting, and the apartment was bathed in orange rays giving it a cozy atmosphere. A gentle smile on his face as he watched her prepare cups and a plate to display the pastries. The comforting smell of the coffee filled the air, and Noctis exhaled a contented sigh. He wanted to hold on to these moments when nothing mattered and the whole world seemed tranquil.
Ignis cleared his throat, snapping Noctis out of his reverie. They both took a seat at the dining table, and Lillian joined them after bringing them the food.
"This tastes amazing!" Noctis exclaimed as he took a bite, "But something is missing...right, Lilly?"
She nodded, "Yeah, it almost tastes like the one we had in Tenebrae," she hummed in delight and added, "This tastes so good! This is what happiness tastes like," she giggled, and Noctis nodded his head in agreement.
Ignis sighed slightly in disappointment before taking a bite. At least he was close this time. He watched silently as Lillian and Noctis chatted about some series he had stayed up late to watch. He listened to them and made a few comments here and there. The trio kept talking about random topics until Ignis checked his watch and told them that he had to leave.
After wearing his shoes, he turned them, "I'm glad to see that you're doing well. I'll return in two days to go over the report with you."
"Right," the prince said as he leaned against the wall, "Thanks for the dessert, Iggy," he said with a small smile.
Ignis nodded and then addressed the princess, "Be careful tomorrow, alright?"
"I will. Don't worry," Lillian assured him.
"Good. Have a good night, then," and with that, Ignis left.
Noctis locked the front door and followed Lillian into the kitchen.
"Maybe we should leave these to Prompto..." She muttered as she placed the pastries in a paper bag before putting them in the fridge.
He took their empty cups to the sink and washed them. "I'll invite him over for some gaming tomorrow."
The young Oracle sat on the sofa and sighed. She watched Noctis dry his hands with a paper towel before sitting beside her. He opened his arm, and she rested her head on his chest, his arm hugging her frame as he placed his head on top of hers. His other hand sought hers and intertwined them.
"Are you all right?" Noctis spoke softly after a moment of silence.
"Mmhmm," she closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat. "Just thinking."
He had an idea about what she was thinking and sighed, "... Another vision?"
The Oracle took a deep breath and started, "Yeah, and as you already know, I can't talk about it."
"I know, I know... Is it that bad?" Noctis inquired.
Lillian nodded, and he sighed heavily. He didn't want to think about the future but from how somber Lillian looked every time she had a vision it just made him nervous. But he knew that as the future king, he had to be strong for everyone's sake. To avoid ruining the mood, Noctis changed the subject, asking, "So, when do you think Nyx is coming?" He will worry about their future later; for now, he will enjoy every moment.
When he mentioned her best friend's name, her smile returned, "Certainly around noon. I intend to heal as many Daemons as I can," she stated with a determined tone.
"I know you will," he chuckled, lovingly caressing her hair.
Lillian glanced at the report Ignis had left on the coffee table; they could review it tomorrow. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" It was still too early to go to bed.
"Sure. Any suggestions?"
"I heard 'Wolf Children: Ame and Yuki' is pretty good!"
"If you say so," with that, Noctis and Lillian moved to her room. After turning on her laptop and getting comfortable on her bed, the couple started the movie.
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A/N: And there you have it! It took me a while to write this one, and I'm happy with it.
The series Noctis was watching was "Alice in Borderland." I was watching the 2nd season- which was a masterpiece by the way, then thought to myself to include it here.
'Wolf Children: Ame and Yuki' is one of my favorite films, and I figured that it was the perfect movie for them to watch.
I'm planning on writing more one-shots of Lilly and Noct's life together before their journey.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and have a fantastic day/night!
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