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Allegiances: Chapter 6

Series is rated M

Word Count: 3731

Louis and Clementine share an emotional connection before leaving the school on what was supposed to be a simple scouting mission.

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Clementine fought to stay asleep. She didn’t want to leave the warmth that enveloped her, a feeling of safety that felt almost foreign. Though her eyes remained shut she could tell from the songs of the birds outside the window that day was upon them. A rhythmic thumping in her left ear began to lull her back into sleep before a light hand running through her hair made her realize what that sound really was. Her dry eyes stung as she opened them, all of the moisture being cried out a few hours earlier into his pine-green shirt.

“Good morning.” Louis said with a soft smile when he noticed her begin to stir on his chest, the two still wrapped up in his coat.

“Or, afternoon, I think. You slept for quite a while.”

Heat spread across her cheeks as she slowly removed herself from his embrace. They both remained seated on the floor, each leaning against opposite beds. She pulled her knees to her chest, embarrassed by how she acted that early morning.

“I’m… sorry, that you had to see that.” Her voice was hoarse and her face still felt sticky from the dried tears.

“...and that you had to sit here with me.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He comforted.

“I just hope you’re feeling better.”

“I think so.” Her body was stiff and sore but she still felt better rested than any other day at the school.

“Thank you, for staying. You didn’t have to do that for me. I’m used to getting through this by myself.”

“But you shouldn't have to.” He leaned forward, his tone was almost pleading.

“You shouldn’t have to need to get through these things on your own. It isn’t fair to yourself.”.

Did she even have a choice? Talking about the things that plagued her mind was absolutely not an option. So how could Clementine open up without… opening up? She scratched at the callouses on her hands, unable to look him in the eye.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.” He tried to meet her gaze but her eyes seemed more interested in the floorboards below them.

“I’m not gonna force you to talk about it. I’m just saying, it might help.”

“I don’t think I can.” She sighed.

“I understand. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll listen.” He managed to catch her eye, his smile contagiously causing the corners of her mouth to rise. She gave him a soft nod.

He only pitties you.

She flinched at the voice in her head. Intrusive thoughts talking too much sense.

“Why?” Clem questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?” A little something at ate away at her heart.

“Because I know what it’s like to be surrounded by people and have no one to talk to.” Louis’ smile faded.

“The people here… they’re my family. But, they don’t really take me seriously. I guess that’s kinda my fault for not really acting seriously. I just wish we could still have fun, y’know? What’s the point of surviving if you don’t get to enjoy living?”

She stared at him speechless. Did the others really think so little of him? Louis was so sweet. He seemed to always look out for everyone. What was wrong with trying to raise morale?

“What about Marlon? He’s your best friend.” Surely he didn’t treat Louis so coldly.

“Yeah, he is.” He seemed almost unsure.

“He’s had to deal with a lot of stuff over the years, being our leader and all. Having fun wasn’t exactly too high on the to-do list but he still humoured me every now and then.” Everyone must have changed quite a bit once the world ended. A bunch of scared kids forced to grow up too early just as she did. Yet something told her that Louis had stayed mostly the same. His usual cheery demeanour was a product of the old world that he saved over the years. His smile reappeared as he began to tell Clementine a story.

“I remember the day he showed up in this hellhole. An angry little kid with scruffy hair and a scowl on his face. I had already been here a year so I figured it was up to me to show him the ropes of survival under the headmaster’s fist.” His tone lightened as he recalled the story.

“So I sat down right next to that asshole and did what I do best. I talked, and I never shut up. Eventually, he began to tolerate me as most do and soon enough we were inseparable.”

Clementine giggled at the thought of Louis annoying a kid into friendship. His face lit up at her laugh.

“Who was your best friend?” He asked.

“I didn’t have a lot of friends in school.” She admitted.

“I guess my best friend would’ve been my babysitter, Sandra.”

It’s been so long since I thought about her.

“My parents worked a lot so she would pick me up from school and watch me until they got home. I used to make her play this stupid game with me where we would pretend we were secret sisters. I always wanted a sister, and I guess Sandra was the closest I could get.” Distant memories of the final days of the living world.

“She was watching me while my parents were on vacation when everything happened. A walker broke into our house one night and bit her. It was so early in we didn’t know what was going on. Thankfully I wasn’t around when she…”

“Damn.” Louis commented plainly.

“I met Lee a couple days later.” She noticed Louis perk up when she spoke about Lee.

“You mentioned him during the card game.”

“He found me in my treehouse one day and decided to take care of me. We met up with a group of survivors and we all tried to make it, but… it didn’t work.” She grimaced.

“We ended up in the city my parents were staying in a few months later. I wanted to go find them, but Lee told me they were most likely gone.” Fresh tears pricked her eyes.

I should have listened to you, Lee. You were always right.

“But you had to try, right? They were your parents.” Louis seemed to share the logic of her nine-year-old self

“I thought so too, and Lee did help me look, but… there was this man who said he knew them. I was stupid. I went with him, and Lee was bitten trying to get me back.” She crossed her arms tightly, nails digging into her sleeves.

“Lee had cut his arm off. He looked like hell and was weak from blood loss when he found me. They got into a fight and Lee was losing. The man dropped his gun during the scuffle, so I picked it up myself.”

She left it up to Louis to imagine what she had to do next. It was the first life she had ever taken. First of many over the years.

“After we left that place, Lee didn’t last much longer.” She grit her teeth hard.

“I-I… killed him. He asked me to shoot him. He didn’t want to become a walker.”

“I’m so sorry, Clem.” He wasn’t sure what else to say.

“I can tell he meant a lot to you.”

Clementine hadn’t realized she had started crying again until one of the droplets hit her hand. She quickly rubbed the tears from her eyes as she regained her composure.

“It was a long time ago.” Clementine thought of some of the people who’ve come and gone since then. Luke. Kenny. Javier. She knew she’d failed them all in some way. She couldn’t break the ice fast enough before Luke drowned. She lost control of the car and got Kenny killed because of the crash. She lost Kate in the herd while Javi went after Gabe, and then broke her promise to return once she located AJ.

“I think I feel a bit better now.” Clementine told him, the smile that crossed her lips wasn’t completely genuine, but there was still some honestly in it.

For a moment the world only consisted of them. Sitting on the hardwood floor of a dorm room, sharing memories both pleasant and heavy. It was peaceful. There was something unexplainably comforting about his presence as if the world was a little more tranquil whenever she stared into his deep brown eyes. An odd sense of joy overcame her as she suddenly broke into a small fit of giggles.

“What?” Louis asked with a chuckle, her laughter contagious.

“I don’t know.” She gasped through the giggles.

She suddenly snapped to attention when she realized how long they’d been in her room. It was at least noon, the sun no longer visible by a peek out her window.

“Wait, how did I get to sleep in this late?” She stretched, picking herself up off the floor.

“Surely Violet has something for me to do.”

“Violet stopped by actually.” Her head shot up when he said that.

Oh God, Violet saw us like that?

Clementine wanted to collapse inward again.

“She saw the door open a bit and came in. I told her you weren’t feeling well and to leave you be for the day. I think she understood.” He also seemed slightly embarrassed at the memory, letting out a flustered chuckle as he stood.

Clementine let out a groan, feeling her face heat up again.

“Don’t worry, Vi’s not one for gossip. She wouldn't tell anyone what she saw.” Louis assured.

I just hope she took it as innocent as it was.

“I… I should go see if she needs me to do anything.” She didn’t want to leave, but it didn’t feel right for her to be relaxing all day while the others worked.

She tried to make her way to the door before Louis stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, maybe you should just take it easy for the day.” He suggested, his voice filled with worry once more.

“If Vi needs anything then I’ll take care of it.”

“I should be helping.” she looked down.

“You should be resting.”

“I’m fine, Louis. I don’t want to be cooped up in here all day feeling useless.” She snapped a little harsher than she intended.

“I’m sorry.”

“How about a compromise?”

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. Clem wondered what kind of compromise he could have in mind. His mischievous grin not helping her curiosity, not to mention mild concern.

“Why don’t we see if Violet will let us go on a scouting mission or something. There’s a town not that far away that we used to hit all the time before the safe zone crap. We could be in and out just enough to see if the place isn’t completely overrun by the smelly patrol and be back before sundown.” It seemed like a decent enough plan at least. “You won't be cooped up in your room, we’ll be getting something done, and it’s not that difficult.”

The thought of getting away didn’t sound so bad. She remembered seeing the town on the map before she arrived at the school, not very large and probably picked through a hundred times. If the Delta had already gone through it, there was nothing left but the dead.

“What do you say, my lady?” Louis held out his hand to lead her.

“Are you feeling up for an adventure?”

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Violet wasn’t a huge fan of the idea at first. The sun was already high in the sky, not giving them that much of a comfortable timespan to be back before dark should they get stuck somewhere.

“C’mon, Vi, we’re just gonna scope the place out.” Louis tried to convince her.

“We won’t even go that far in, just enough to see what’s what, and then we’ll go.”

“I don’t like this.” Vi told him, going over the map again.

“Are you sure you’re… both up for it.” Violet tried to make the question sound like it was for both of them but Clementine knew it was directed at her.

“I’m fine.” Clem felt frustrated with herself for letting anyone see her like that.

“Are you sure? You looked-”

“I can do this.” Clementine didn’t let her finish that sentence.

“She’s got this, Vi.” He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Fine.” Violet said, defeated.

“Just… take Rosie with you, and be back before dark. If you’re not back by then we can't go looking for you until dawn.”

They nodded, taking the map from her.

“Be safe out there.”

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Clementine leaned against the cool bricks near the gate with her eyes closed, taking in the sound of the breeze through the forest beyond the walls. She waited alone as Louis went off to find Rosie.

“Clementine?” She opened her eyes when she finally heard the voice of the boy who hadn’t spoken to her in five days.

Marlon stood before her with his hands jammed into his pockets. He seemed to try to make eye contact with her but averted his gaze every few seconds.

“Uh, hey Marlon.” She glanced around looking for Louis, but he was nowhere in sight.

“I’m sorry… I wanted to talk to you sooner but I just couldn’t get the nerve.” He bit his lip.

He came to apologize?

“I-I just had to tell you I’m sorry for… for that night in the basement with Brody. I don’t really know what came over me…” He seemed sincere, but Clem didn’t feel like buying into it. Her bruised cheek stung with the memory of that night.

“I thought that everyone would hate me if they knew the truth. That maybe they would kick me out… or kill me.”

“Well, you were right about the first part.” She scoffed, not willing to forgive him that easily.

“I’m pretty sure everyone here hates you on some level.”

“I just didn’t want to hurt anyone any more than I had to.”

This son of a-

“I’m not going to listen to you stand there and try to justify giving away two of your friends to a group of raiders and then bully another one into silence.” She snapped at him, her words full of venom.

“Your lies only made everything worse for everyone. Not to mention your response to being caught was to attack Brody and me.”

He flinched slightly at her response, though his eyes told her it was the one he was expecting.

“Look, I’ll never be able to make up for what I did. And I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just… wanted to tell you that I’m going to try. I’m going to try to make things right even if it isn’t possible.” Marlon actually seemed like he was about to cry.

“I just want to help.”

“I don’t need your fucking help.” She spat.

“Alright.” He sighed, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I’ll leave you be. I just wanted you to know.”

“Marlon?” Louis returned with Rosie on a leash with Chairles slung over his shoulder. He looked between his best friend and Clementine.

“What’s going on here?” “We were just talking.”

“He was just leaving.”

Marlon looked at Rosie, who was whining for attention at his feet. He bent down to pet her, giving her a good scratch behind her ears.

“What are you guys doing?” Marlon asked, letting the dog lick his hand.

“Scouting mission. We’re gonna go see what’s what with that town we used to get supplies from.” Louis explained.

“That’s pretty far outside the safe zone.” Marlon frowned, but he knew it was no longer his call.

“Are you guys gonna be okay out there?”

“There is no ‘safe zone’ anymore, dingus.” He tried to make light of the situation.

“We’ll be fine, nothing’ll happen to us or your precious pooch.”

“Let me come with you.” he pressed.

“I can help watch your backs.”

Not. Fucking. Happening.

“No can do, my dude.” Louis slapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Vi’s still got you on lockdown, remember? She’d kill us if we took you anywhere.”

Clementine didn’t want to argue this further

“We don’t have time for this, we’re burning daylight.” She said coldly.

“He stays, we go. End of discussion.”

Clementine didn’t wait for a response from either of them before she flung open the gate and began to make her way down the trail.

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The streets of the town were lined boarded up buildings and rusted out cars with rotting bodies scattered all around. They were only a block in, yet the carnage was almost shocking. Clementine made sure to examine the corpses carefully as they passed them, jamming her blade into the skulls of any that might still be moving.

“Damn.” Louis commented.

“And I thought this place looked like shit the last time we were here.”

“You know this place better than I do, where should we start?” Clem couldn’t imagine this place would be anything but a bust.

“Anywhere’s better than on this damn street. This place gives me bad tingles.”Louis kept a good grip on Rosie’s leash as she sniffed around.

“Bad Tingles?”

“Yes, tingles of the bad variety.” He joked.

Dork.

“If I remember correctly, there’s an old hardware store on the next street over. We can bust in there and see if there’s anything left.” Louis lead the way.

So far, not many of the bodies around them were active, but who knows what was being contained inside the buildings.

The glass doors of the hardware store were long shattered, remains of what appeared to be some kind of wooden barricade were left on the floor inside. The sunlight from outside did little to illuminate the long dark aisles. The shelves seemed bare, this place didn't seem worth the risk.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else.” She didn’t feel like they were alone in there.

“Maybe.” he replied, furrowing his brow.

Louis swung Chairles against the metal frame of the doorway, echoing loudly throughout the store.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clem whispered.

“Watch.”

They both waited, staring into the blackness waiting for something to appear. One minute passed, then two, yet nothing emerged from the dark.

“We’re good.” Louis declared.

“Let’s just stick to the shelves in the light for now.”

“Aisle by aisle. You take the left I take the right.” She planned.

Louis nodded as they split, finding themselves searching with a tall row of shelves between them. Clementine ran her hands across the cold bare metal, finding not even a single screw to take back with them. She sighed, moving on the shelf just behind her. Her foot picked something heavy as she approached. She looked down to see a cardboard box peeking out from under the shelf.

“I think I fou-” She hardly got a chance to call for Louis before a hand clamped down on her mouth.

She tried to throw the body off of her but the strength that could only come from a living person forced her knife out of her grasp. It crashed to the floor with a loud clang.

The sound of Rosie barking filled the store and the stranger finally let go after Chairles connected with his back.

“Get the fuck away from her!” He yelled, preparing to swing again as the large man picked up her hunting knife and throwing her against the row of shelves, holding her there by her neck

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boy.” He growled in his raspy voice.

Rosie snarled at the man, slobber dripping from her bared teeth. Clementine gasped for air as she struggled against his grip, digging her fingers into his thick coat.

“L-Lo..u…” She struggled out.

Louis let out a yell as he charged the man, aiming Chairles at the hand holding the knife as Rosie sunk her teeth into his leg. The stranger screamed with rage as he tried to shake the dog off, swinging the knife wildly and managing to slice into Louis’ left arm.

Louis cried out in pain, blood rushing out of the deep wound in his bicep. He let out a grunt as he brought the business end of his bat down on the man’s head, knocking out and releasing his grip on Clem’s throat.

Clementine collapsed to the ground, coughing and gagging as stars danced across her vision.

“Clementine!” Louis cried, rubbing her back as she heaved.

“Oh, fuck I’m so sorry.”

“I… d-didn’t even… hear… him.” She gasped out as she tried to regulate her breathing.

He shakily pulled her close, adrenaline still pumping through both of them. Clementine returned the embrace, feeling something wet against her fingers when she touched his sleeve.

“Oh shit, you’re bleeding.” She examined the torn material, blood already soaking down his sleeve to his wrist.

“I’m alright.” He assured, wincing at her touch.

“Tis but a scratch.”

“We need to get you back to Ruby so she can patch you up.” She looked for something to stop the bleeding in the meantime.

“Take your shirt off.”

“What?” He gasped.

“I need to tie that up so you don’t bleed out on the way back.”

He proceeded to remove his coat followed by his shirt, cringing as he pulled the blood-stained fabric over his wound.

“Hold still.” She told him, wrapping the green shirt tightly over the cut.

She couldn’t help but notice his freckles also spread to his chest.

“That’ll do for now.” She said, still shaken from what just happened.

Clementine froze when she felt Louis’ fingers tracing her neck. His touch was light, barely tickling her skin.

“More bruises.” He frowned at the red marks left behind by the strange man.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay, I promise.” She took his hand in hers, squeezing it tight.

“Let's just go home.” “What about him?” Louis gestured to the unconscious man being watched heavily by Rosie. Blood trickled from his forehead but the shallow movement of his chest signified he was still alive.

“Leave him for the walkers.” Clementine decided.

Louis stood, helping Clem to her feet with his good arm. Neither of them letting go of the other’s hand as they left the town behind.

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rachwritesow-blog · 6 years

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hey so i really liked your recent blackwatch fics so idk i guess this is kinda related? can you do the jack and gabriel's s/o reacting to their death? like after the hq explosion and they were both presumed dead what would the s/o be feeling at their funeral or something like that. idk, i think you get my gist. thank!!111!!!one!

a/n: This was kind of inspired by this video. I saw it shortly after getting this request and it helped with visualization and stuff. It’s a bit sad, but you should check it out!

Jack: 864 words.

Gabriel: 816 words.

~Fics under the cut~

Jack

The breeze blew quietly through the graveyard sending a chill up your spine. The day was grey and cold, seemingly perfect for the occasion. Everybody else had already left a while ago and you now stood alone. For some reason, you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave quite yet. You looked down at the headstone at your feet.

Here lies Jack Morrison. Commander: Overwatch.

It made you sick to your stomach to read those words again. You had hoped and prayed that you wouldn’t have to see them any time soon, yet here you were. The grave was surrounded by candles, flowers and little notes from some of your teammates. The sight was unreal and you couldn’t believe you were standing here looking at it.

Your head ached and your throat was sore from crying and sobbing over the past few days. You were out on a mission when the confrontation went down between Jack and Commander Reyes. When your group was returning home, they had to ground your plane at a different base since the headquarters had been completely demolished. You found out there from the head of the base that Jack was presumed dead.

Your friends tried to comfort you, but it made little difference. The man who you had hope to spend the rest of your life with was now dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The explosion was so powerful that they didn’t even find the bodies. Your heart ached for Jack, and you would never see him again. You tried to recount all your happy memories together, but it only made you miss him even more.

The two of you had been together a long while. You met back when you were transferred to work at headquarters a few years ago. Both of you denied having feelings for each other at first, but eventually you caved and started going out. Jack always thought it would be inappropriate to date a fellow agent at his status, but you kept on reassuring him that you loved him, and that as long as you both agreed to keep work separate, there was nothing wrong with it. He was always a little insecure about what other people might think, but he tried not to let it bother him too much.

You knew that Jack and Gabriel’s relationship with each other was fading as the years went on. In fact, it was turning into a rivalry in a way. Commander Reyes was always slightly bitter that he was not proclaimed Head of Overwatch, but it had gotten worse recently. He had started to resent Jack’s leadership. In fact, you had heard from different people around the base that Gabriel was forming a rebellion against Jack. You didn’t know what to believe and always tried to stay out of the drama, which Jack encouraged. He always said it wasn’t worth your time and that if you got involved, it would do more harm than good. When you were sent off on that mission, Jack met you before you boarded the plane, as he usually did. You were going to be gone for a week and he wanted to see you before you were off. He gave you a hug and told you that he loved you and to be safe. You didn’t know then that it would be the last interaction the two of you would ever have.

A raindrop hitting your nose suddenly pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up, and noticed the sky continued to grow darker. A storm must be on the way in, you thought. You bent down and looked at some of the notes that were left.

We’ll miss you. Hope you found peace.

You were a great Commander. Overwatch was lucky to have you.

A good man and an even better friend. You will be dearly missed. May you rest in peace.

Reading the kind words of your teammates brought tears to your eyes. It only added to the gravity of the situation, and reminded you that he was truly gone. You wiped your eyes as you felt the rain start to fall, soaking your outfit and everything around you. The cool rain felt good on your face, and its relaxing sound helped you drown out your sadness.

Just as the rain started, it stopped, or so you thought. All you knew is that you weren’t getting drenched anymore. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Lena standing over you with an umbrella.

“You don’t want to stay out here too long, love. You’ll catch a cold!” she says.

“I know. I just… found it really hard to leave.”

She helps you up and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“I know this is very hard for you, but I want you to remember that we’re here for you. All of us. We want to help you through this.”

You nod, and give her a hug.

“Well, let’s get you inside and out of that wet uniform. That’ll help you feel a bit better.”

With that, the two of you turned and left the cemetery, listening to the sound of the rain.

Gabriel

The day was somber. The looming clouds made the sky a gloomy grey. Fitting for the occasion, you thought. Tears welled in your eyes and threatened to spill onto your cheeks as they had the many days before. You looked down at the stone below you, carved with the words you wished you’d never have to see.

Here lies Gabriel Reyes. Commander: Blackwatch.

You and Gabe had been together for a few years now. He made you the happiest person alive and every day you spent with him was a good one. Originally, the two of you had tried to keep your relationship a secret, especially from Commander Morrison. However, people talk, and eventually it got hard to keep it hidden. After a while, the two of you decided to drop the secret and deal with any consequences that may arise. Luckily, nothing ever came up. Commander Morrison wasn’t exactly happy about it, but, there was nothing he could officially do.

You knew most of what went on over the last few years. After Venice, the tensions within Overwatch began to rise. Jack and Gabe weren’t getting along as they used to and they both kept dragging people into their fight. It was like a rift was formed between the two sides. As much as you loved Gabriel, you refused get involved in the fight. You didn’t see this as being your business. You feared that this petty argument would eventually turn into something much bigger, and you didn’t want any part of it. You expected Gabe to be angry with you for that, but instead he told you that you were probably very smart for not wanting any involvement. He just wanted you to be happy, regardless of your point of view.

The worst day was when Gabe came into your office only to see you packing up. You told him, with tears in your eyes, that you were being transferred to the Gibraltar base, along with a multitude of other agents. Gabriel was angry. He didn’t understand why Morrison would transfer you. Gabe thought it was to split you guys up, and this made him resent Jack even more. You told him that wasn’t important right now, and that the two of you should focus on enjoying your last few days on base together. The day you left, you two hugged each other and swore to keep in touch and see each other as often as possible. A week later, you were informed that Headquarters was destroyed, and many people were presumed dead, including both Commanders. They never found their bodies.

The next week was spent mostly alone in your room, crying and trying to come to terms with the news. You couldn’t believe it, Gabriel, the man you loved more than anyone else, was dead. You looked at all the old pictures and holo-vids the two of you took together and remembered the good memories you made. Never again, you thought to yourself. Eventually, the day of the funeral came. You put on your uniform and left your room.

The funeral had ended, and you were now alone in the cemetery. You read the markings again and again. Each time, it made your stomach twist with sadness and loss. You felt empty. Your knees shook and tears spilled onto your cheeks as a sob left your lips. Almost poetically, rain began to fall at that very moment. It soaked your hair and your uniform as you stood there, unable to move.

“I’m sorry Gabe,” you said through tears. “I love you.”

You stopped, and looked up suddenly. You felt like someone had been staring at you. Just beyond where you stood, there was a large tree. You could’ve sworn that you saw someone there out of the corner of your eye, but there was no one. You looked around, trying to catch any movement to see who was watching you. You took a few steps forward, before you were pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar voice.

“Y/N!” Reinhardt called out.

You turned and looked behind you to see him standing there with an umbrella, waiting for you.

“If you stay out here, you’re going to get sick,” he says quietly. “Why don’t you join us inside?”

“I know Rein, I’m sorry. I just needed to…”

Your voice trails off. Suddenly, you just can’t find the proper words. You reach up and wipe the tears from your eyes.

“I know, Y/N. Its okay,” he says.

Once again, you can’t stop the tears from falling and running down your face. You stifle your sobs and rub your eyes. Reinhardt walks over to you and puts an arm around your shoulder, beckoning you to leave. The two of you begin to walk out of the cemetery.

“We are all here for you, Y/N. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

#jack morrison #gabriel reyes #overwatch imagines #gabriel reyes x reader #jack morrison x reader #soldier 76 #soldier 76 x reader #reaper #reaper x reader

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growningupgeek · 6 years

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The Past Calls

Part 1 of Past Imperfect, a Supernatural/Avengers/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. crossover. (I know, it sounds crazy but just go with it.)

Word Count-1209

Characters-Elaina Mason(OC), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, eventually most of the Avengers and Agents of SHIELD.

Pairings-Sam x Elaina(established relationship), former Tony Stark x Elaina

Warnings-None for this chapter. Blanket warning for the series canon level violence, jealous!Sam, possible smut.

A/N- This whole thing came about because I wondered who would win a fight between Grant Ward and Dean Winchester. Somebody please stop me the next time I get one of these brilliant ideas, I’m begging you. If you need to have a time for things, this takes place during Season 1 of Agents before the events of The Winter Soldier and before Dean has the Mark of Cain. Unbetaed so all the mistakes are mine. Tags are under the cut and, as always, if you’d like on or off my list please drop me an ask.

-JediCat

It was a rare thing for us to get a day off, to be able to spend time in the bunker and do whatever we wanted. Sam and I had made a supply run earlier, before Dean was even awake. It had been nice to spend time together just doing normal things after almost two months of chasing one case after another. Too much time in Baby and sharing motel rooms with Dean had put a little strain on our relationship but we were used to it. A few days home, some privacy and we would be good.

We’d just finished dinner and were in the library discussing plans for the night when it started.

Candy Man blared from my phone making the Winchesters and I all jump. It was a ringtone we hadn’t heard in far too long, not since the night Gabriel had died at the hands of Lucifer. My hands trembled a little as I reached for the phone, the peace of our quiet afternoon of shattered. I answered it on speaker, motioning for the guys to be quiet.

“Who is this,” I demanded letting the anger I felt into my voice.

“Kiddo, I’m kind of surprised you answered,” Gabe’s voice came through, “I thought you would have deleted this number.”

“You’re dead,” I told the voice in a tone that sounded flat even to me.

“No, turtle, but I’m in Marquette so I might as well be,” his voice was getting weak, “I kinda ended up here and I’m not sure how.”

Tears started forming in my eyes, two code words that only Gabriel would use together. I motioned Sam to start tracing the call and sent out a silent plea too Cas, “Okay, lollipop, we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“You’re going to bring those two goofs with you,” I could hear the relief in his voice.

“Afraid so, bud,” I told him. Sam pointed at his laptop screen to let me know he had a location. I walked over to look, “We should be there in twenty minutes even if it does seem like hours to you.”

“I’ll try to hold on,” Gabe was wheezing a bit now, “Group hug to you guys.”

And then the phone went dead. Not bothering with explanations I ran to my room and changed into my hunting gear, slung my go bag over my shoulder and headed for the garage. As I passed by the library I saw that the guys were still there, whispering so I couldn’t hear them. As I stormed in green and hazel eyes turned toward me.

“Let’s go, Gabriel’s in trouble,” I all but shouted at them.

Sam came over and put his hands on my shoulders, worry in his eyes, “Babe, are you sure it’s him?”

I jerked myself out from under his hands, “Weren’t you listening? Gabe needs help!”

Dean looked worried too as he walked toward us, “We heard someone who sounded like Gabriel having a weird conversation with you.”

I face palmed, of course I’d never told them about our code words even though the idea had come from them, “Codes, set up after all that crap with the witches in Chicago. But we set them up a little different then you guys. Let’s just agree I’m sure it’s him and get going.”

Sam and Dean held one of their silent conversations, then shrugged and headed for Baby. As I got into the back seat Dean caught my eye in the rear view mirror, “I’ll drive but only if you explain.”

As I braided my hair I explained mine and Gabe’s code set up to the guys: two words that gave the situation, message received codes and time codes. Even Sam looked impressed as he gave Dean directions from his GPS app. Suddenly Dean laughed surprising Sam but not me so much.

“You Star Trek 2ed whoever has him,” he said with a huge grin.

“Took you long enough to figure it out,” I said poking the back of his head, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

While Dean drove, Sam tried to narrow down the area we were going to have to search from all of New York. Eventually, he nailed down to a two mile stretch along the East River. I looked at the map he pulled up and groaned, “Balls! Half of that is in Main Street Park. Do you know how long that’s going to take to search?”

Dean took his eyes away from the road for a moment, giving me a look full of questions. I met his gaze with my best innocent look, knowing that eventually I was going to have to answer those questions but not feeling like it right now. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the road, after a quick glance at the gas gauge. About half an hour later he pulled into a Gas n Sip and I ran into the store to get munchies and avoid having to answer his questions.

I was looking at the chips when a gentle touch on my shoulder startled me. I turned to find a worried looking Sam behind me.

“You’re going to have to tell him eventually,” he said softly.

I bit my lip and nodded. “When we stop for the night. He’s going to be pissed that I kept it a secret and I don’t want him driving like that.”

Sam laughed, “He’s more likely to go all fanboy and want you to get Captain America’s autograph for him.”

I laughed and allowed that he was probably right.

Hours later I sat on the bed in some motel room waiting for Dean to explode. It had taken almost an hour to tell him my whole story, shortened by the fact that he already knew that Bobby had been my uncle. Sam was behind me, sprawled out on the bed while Dean sat too quiet and still in front of me. He wasn’t even playing with the glass of whiskey that was on the table next to him.

“Dean, please say something,” I said softly.

He just stared at me like I’d grown a second head without saying a word. He opened and closed his mouth without saying anything a couple of times before words finally came out. “You were an Avenger?”

I nodded, unsure about where Dean was going. “And you chose SpellSinger as a code name to honor Bobby?”

“Yes,” I said keeping my voice soft. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but it never seemed to be the right time.”

Dean turned his attention from me to Sam, “And you knew for months but didn’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t my story to tell,” Sam replied.

Dean looked at both of us for another minute, then grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the room. I heard the roar of the Impala as he drove away, probably going to find a bar and work things through in his head.

“I’m not sure if that went well or not,” I said, glancing back at Sam. He just shrugged and opened his arms to me. I curled up next to him with my head on his chest, eventually dozing off to the sound of his heartbeat.

The Usual Suspects-

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