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“The Savior Sessions” Part 20 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC/THE WALKING DEAD

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: The others return to Alexandria as the reader begins to recover. Michonne seeks out Negan while Daryl speaks to the reader. Still dealing with what happened at the fair, nobody is ready to relax and nobody is ready to back down.

Word Count: 3327

Warning: Swearing, Brief Mention of Child Abuse

Song I Wrote To: “Yours” by Ella Henderson

Note: This is definitely a filler, but I enjoyed writing a lot of the conversations.

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As the sun rose again in Virginia, everything was covered in blinding-white snow.

You lay in a soft bed as a thick bandage was wrapped around your torso, securing the fresh sutures in place. Negan’s body was pressed against yours as he slept soundly by your side. In the chair next to the window, Siddiq slept as well.

Everything that had happened the previous night came back to you. The storm, the pain, and the look on Negan’s face had you taking a deep breath. The past few weeks had been trying to say the least. You had lost too many people and for a while, you hadn’t let yourself feel the pain of those losses. Yet, as you laid in that bed which you knew was in Aaron’s home, you felt your heart being crushed in your chest.

What were you supposed to do now? How were you all supposed to get through it? Your thoughts went to Carol and Ezekiel. How were they supposed to move on after Henry? The death of a child was never easy, especially when they were taken by force with violence and blood.

There was a feeling of loneliness in that room. You began to think about what would have happened if you hadn’t gone after Negan and Judith in that storm. Would they have found their way back? Or would you be looking for their frozen bodies in the bright morning instead?

You always hated to think of Negan as a Walker, but you had never really let yourself think of him as actually dead. Negan was the ultimate survivor and it was as if nothing could touch him. You started to wonder if perhaps that wasn’t true after all.

Your injury stung as you shifted in bed, waking up your companion. “Hey,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you said back, blinking up at him.

“Get any sleep?” he asked with a yawn.

“Enough,” you said and then winced again.

“It’ll feel better in a few days,” Negan said. “Siddiq told me it wasn’t even as deep as my injury. You’re gonna be just fine.”

“That’s good,” you said with a sigh. “How’s Judith?”

“Finally with her brother,” Negan said with a glance towards the closed door. “She wouldn’t leave the doorway until she knew you were okay. Shivering and all with that damn dog at her side. Laura finally was able to drag her away just as you lost consciousness.”

“I don’t remember that,” you said with a frown.

“I don’t blame you, you were pretty out of it,” he said, brushing his fingers along your temple. “Don’t do that again, okay?”

“Do what?”

“Scare the shit out of me,” he said easily.

“Like you haven’t done it to me,” you said with your brows raised.

“I’m different,” he said.

“Not really,” you countered. Negan sighed, realizing he was losing the argument if you could even call it that. Instead, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“I’m glad you’re okay, (Y/N),” he whispered.

“Me too.”

“Siddiq wants to move you to the infirmary as soon as everyone is up and about,” Negan said.

“What about you?” you asked.

“I ain’t gonna leave you,” he promised. “I’ll be there until they can shovel the snow out of my cell.”

“You know,” you began, “as much as I hate storms, they have been beneficial for us.”

“Amen to that.”

Exhaustion was still leaning heavily on you as you began to drift off again. Negan kept his arms around you as you succumbed to the fatigue. However, he was wide awake, determined to just enjoy being by your side like this even with the good doctor snoring a few feet away.

It wasn’t long after you fell back asleep when the door opened. He figured it was Judith or Laura, but he didn’t expect to see Rosita peeking her head in. She noticed Siddiq first and rolled her eyes, however, when she turned to look at Negan her face remained neutral.

“Do they need anything?” she asked him, watching as you slept.

“No, but thanks,” he said awkwardly.

His relationship with Rosita was an odd one. While he had murdered Abraham in front of her, Rosita didn’t seem to store that same amount of hate and venom for him as Maggie did. However, she had been the one to try and shoot him after he gutted Spencer in the street.

He also knew that she would never forgive him for all the things he did and he didn’t expect her to. He just hoped that one day they could be civil with one another for more than a few seconds at a time.

Perhaps that started now. Just as she was about to leave, he stopped her.

“Rosita,” he said and she turned to look at him. “Uh, I—”

“I know,” she said quickly. It wasn’t much and he knew it was never going to be okay, but it was something. He nodded to her and then with a nod of her own, she left the room, closing the door tightly behind her.

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Michonne and the others arrived home as soon as the storm calmed down.

After a cheerful reunion and a few snowballs thrown back and forth, Judith finally told her mother what had transpired the night before. And so, Michonne went in search of her Daughter’s hero.

Again.

Negan was leaning his forearms on the side of your bed in the infirmary when Michonne pushed open the door, letting the cool air in. Siddiq had ordered you to the infirmary as soon as it was clear enough to walk. Negan hadn’t even let you take a step without lifting you in his arms and taking you himself.

While you were finally feeling as if your toes weren’t going to fall off, the pain in your side was still near excruciating. You were asleep before Negan could even place the blanket over your shoulders. He had been watching over you all morning and didn’t want to move. However, the look on Michonne’s face had him getting up and walking around the corner, careful not to wake you.

Negan stood before Michonne awkwardly but eventually made the first attempt at a conversation.

“Look who’s back,” he said quietly. Michonne then placed her hands in front of her and looked him in the eye.

“Thank you, for saving her,” Michonne said and Negan nodded to her. “Again.” She went on, “let’s try not to make it a third.”

“That one’s on her, Boss,” Negan said.

“Yes, I suppose it is,” Michonne said with the faintest hint of a smile and then glanced over to where you were sleeping. “How are they?”

“Bit busted up,” Negan said with a sigh. “But they’ll live.”

“Not a good feeling, is it?” Michonne said.

“What?”

“Thinking you’re about to lose someone you care about,” Michonne finished, but there was no malice behind her statement. Negan ran a hand over his head, feeling every beat of his heart in his chest.

“No, no it is not,” Negan admitted. “I thought I’d be waking up to white eyes in the morning rather than tired ones.”

“I know that fear,” Michonne said and then they were both quiet until Negan once again broke the silence.

“You know,” Negan said, “Dr. Babydaddy said that you got caught in the storm with the Royalty Brigade. Is everyone okay?”

“Do you care?” Michonne asked with raised brows.

“Look, I don't know any of those people from Adam,” he said. “I do know what it's like to lose a kingdom, see things fall apart. And it sucks ass.”

“The Sanctuary’s a shithole,” Michonne said as she leaned against the wall next to her. Negan chuckled slightly.

“Well, hell, I could have told you that,” Negan said and then something dawned on him. “You cut through Alpha’s territory,” he realized. “Ballsy.”

“We don't even know if they were there,” Michonne said.

“They’ll know you were there,” Negan said. “Something tells me they got eyes everywhere.”

“That’s reassuring,” Michonne scoffed.

“I ain’t trying to be reassuring, Michonne. I’m trying to be real.”

“I know,” she said. “I know you are, you’re not a bull-shitter.”

“No, I’m not.”

Michonne nodded, getting where he was coming from. No matter what people thought about the man, he never lied when it mattered and he wasn’t going to sugar coat anything.

“How bad is it?” Michonne asked then, gesturing to you in the bed.

“How bad is what?” he asked.

“You forget that I’ve been with them through all the ugly shit, Negan. I know about the way they have nightmares and how they shut down and internalize everything.” Negan frowned, but he knew what she was talking about.

“I can tell that they’re closed off, even to me. They told me a little bit of what happened, but I know there’s more,” Negan said, glancing over at you.

“Do you know much about Terminus?” Michonne asked.

“(Y/N) told me,” Negan said. “Some fucked up shit.”

“Yeah,” Michonne agreed. “(Y/N) wouldn’t eat for a while afterward. Even after we got here, they could barely look at food without gagging. The nightmares came the first night after we got out of that slaughterhouse and I still see them flinch when raw meat is in view. No matter what they tell you, there’s always going to be more.”

“I’m not sure I’m equipped to handle that,” Negan admitted.

“You are,” Michonne told him. “Can I trust that you will help them through this?”

“What exactly are you asking me to do, Michonne?” Michonne pushed off the wall and headed for the door. As she turned the doorknob she gestured to your sleeping form.

“(Y/N) helped you,” Michonne reminded him. “It’s time to return the favor.”

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The next time you woke up, you were greeted by a different face.

“Lydia?” you groaned as you tried to sit up. She was there in an instant, trying to help you. You winced in pain as you tugged at your stitches.

“Are you in pain?” Lydia asked, worried.

“It won’t last long,” you assured her as you finally got a good look at her. Her cheeks were pink, but she looked unharmed. You then glanced around and noticed it was just the two of you.

“I saw him leaving with Gabriel,” Lydia said. “He’s helping with clearing the wall and gates.” You were surprised to hear that.

“You met Negan?” you asked her, but Lydia was shaking her head.

“Just saw him and asked Daryl who he was,” Lydia said. “Kind of hard to miss considering how tall he is.”

“Everyone always notices the height first,” you said with a small smile. Lydia nodded then as she picked at the loose threads of her gloves. You lay your hand over hers. “Are you doin’ okay?” She shrugged then, but when she looked back at you, tears were welling up in her eyes. “Ah, kid,” you said as you pulled her into your arms gently.

Lydia leaned on your shoulder, careful of your injury as she cried. You held her back as tight as you could, smoothing down the bits of hair that escaped the hat on her head. “I should have told Ezekiel sooner,” Lydia said into your arm. “I should have known what she was going to do.”

“None of this is on you,” you said to her, fighting your own tears. “Do not think that you had anything to do with this. Alpha did this and she did it to hurt all of us, but most importantly, she did it to hurt you. That is not what a parent is supposed to do. They are supposed to protect their children from hurt, not invoke it.”

“She was all I had and now she doesn’t even want me,” Lydia said with a cough. You grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back so you could look at her.

“She was not all you had, not anymore. I’m here, Daryl’s here, Michonne and the others too. Nobody is going to abandon you again. We care about you, Lydia.”

“You don’t know that,” Lydia said as she wiped at her face. “I don’t even know if I’m able to care about someone anymore.” You frowned, taking a moment before deciding to tell her a story.

“I lost someone at the beginning of this whole thing,” you began. “I’ve never told anyone this, but it was one of my old students. His father used to beat him as your mother beat you. He didn’t think he was capable of having a family or anyone that cared about him enough to fight for him. I wasn’t going to let him think that he was that alone in this world. I got him out of his home when everything happened and I protected him when his father tried to kill us after he turned from a bite.

“What I didn’t know was that this kid, Elliot, had already been bitten by his father. He tried to comfort his dad when he was dying and his father turned too quickly. After everything that his father did to him, he still tried to show him just an ounce of love, even if he didn’t think he deserved it. Elliot was always capable of showing that he cared and that he had compassion. Even when he was dying, he tried to make sure that I was okay. You don’t lose that, Lydia. You were born with a kind heart and you’re not going to lose that.”

Lydia was looking at you as you let the tears fall on your cheeks. You had never told that story to anyone, not even Carl or Rick. Thinking of Elliot dying in that school gymnasium opened up that hole in your heart again. It wasn’t long after his death that you found your way to the hills and met Carl and Daryl. Elliot had asked you to go find a new family and so you did. Now, it was time for Lydia to realize that she had now found hers.

“Don’t give up on yourself, okay?” you asked, wiping away a few stray hairs off her face. Lydia nodded as she lay back down and curled up as she finally let herself rest for the first time in a long time.

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Later that night, you were awake but Negan was asleep.

Michonne and Gabriel had once again let Negan stay by your side for another night. It wasn’t permanent, but his cell wouldn’t be back to normal for a few nights. They kept the infirmary door locked at night and Laura or someone would remain on watch inside, but Negan was still there.

His heavy winter coat was around your shoulders as you flipped through an old medical book in the candlelight of the room. You were getting to the section on breaks and fractures when footsteps came around the corner. Heavy boots that you immediately recognized as Daryl’s.

His eyes fell on Negan who was fast asleep in the bed next to yours, his arm tossed over his face. Daryl frowned, but then looked at you, and the tension in his body lessened. “Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey, yourself,” he said, sitting in the chair next to you.

“He sleeps like a log,” you said. “I don’t think an air siren could wake him up.”

“Just one more thing for me to find annoyin’ about him,'' Daryl said and you rolled your eyes. “I heard ya had an interesting night.”

“Yeah, had to save your damn dog, didn’t she? Always the little hero,” you said with a small smile.

“M’glad your okay,” Daryl said.

“Me too,” you said, gripping his hand in the low light. He gripped yours back, feeling the solidarity between the two of you. “You were so stupid to go through their territory,” you said.

“I know,” he sighed. “I guess we just gotta wait for the payback now.”

“I hate that she has this hold on us,” you said.

“We’re gonna figure this out, (Y/N),” he said. “I ain’t gonna let her hurt anyone else.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you warned. Daryl sighed, leaning on the edge of your bed before looking behind him at Negan again.

“So, you’re good, then? The two of you?” he said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. You nodded and then hesitated, not sure if you were going to tell him more, but Daryl could tell you wanted to and so he was patient.

He was a man of very few words, but a great listener. However, your relationship with Negan would be something you told Paul about and not Daryl. Then again, there is a first time for everything.

“I told him I loved him,” you said quickly in a whisper. Daryl froze for a second before nodding and chewing on the skin of his thumb.

Now it was your time to be patient. You let him absorb the information you just laid on him and then you started to get nervous. Maybe this would be the final straw. He seemed to be fine with your feelings at first, but this was more than just glances through iron bars or the sharing of hot tea.

Eventually, he spoke. “I see,” Daryl said quietly, finally meeting your eyes.

“That’s all you’re gonna say?” you asked, surprised.

“I ain’t mad if that’s what you’re gettin’ at,” he said.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Mmhmm,” he said. Which from Daryl was as good as any promise.

“You still gonna talk to me?” you asked.

“Always.”

“Daryl,” you continued, “I want to assure you that if it came down to it, I would fight for this place and these people above everything. Even him,” you said. Daryl gave you a small smile before getting to his feet. From his pocket, he pulled out something you never thought you would see again.

One of your rifle casings, one of the ones you once fired at the Sanctuary.

Daryl set it in your hand and you could feel the years of corrosion on the inner rim. It felt odd to hold in your hand, but oddly comforting. Looking back at him, you could see that he wanted to believe what you said but didn’t.

“Daryl?” you asked.

“Like you said,” he whispered, “don’t make promises ya can’t keep.”

As Daryl left, you lay in that bed and thought of what was to come. That feeling was back in the air, the one your mother warned you about. Your people had crossed into enemy territory and you knew that what happened at the fair was nowhere near the end of it.

Alpha wasn’t going to stop and you knew Carol too well to know that she wouldn’t either. A war was coming and as you held that casing in your hand, you wondered how many more lives were going to be lost because of the masked enemy.

However, there was still the knowledge that all of you were survivors.

You had survived the CDC, the farm, The Governor, Terminus, and the Wolves. You had even survived the Saviors and their brutal leader, the same leader who lay in the bed next to yours.

All those years ago, Negan had stood before you and your family and welcomed you all to the “New World Order”. If only he had known what that new world would produce and just how terrifying it would be.

Turning to look at Negan, you could see the steady rise and fall of his breath and it gave you some solace, but not enough. Nothing was going to snuff the fear that crawled along your skin with every minute of wakefulness. The nightmares would be worse, but you did know one thing for sure.

The day that Alpha made her move, all of you were going to be ready.

AN: And into season 10 we go. There will be a small time jump, but I will work it in as seamlessly as possible.

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nightshifters · 3 years

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JENSEN POSTED FOR THE 4X01 ANNIVERSARY????????????????

EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD – DAY

Through hazy heat, DEAN walks down an empty road and approaches an abandoned gas station. He pounds on the door.

DEAN (hoarse) Hello?

INT. GAS STATION – DAY

DEAN rolls up his outer shirt over his right hand, breaks the glass on the door. Inside, he grabs a water bottle from a fridge and gulps at it, gasping. He finds a newspaper and sees the date, which reads:

Thursday, September 18th

DEAN September.

INT – GAS STATION BATHROOM - DAY

DEAN washes his face in a dingy sink, then looks up and stares at his reflection. He wears a tight black t-shirt. Frowning, he stands, pulls the shirt up to expose his chest.

FLASHBACK DEAN's chest is ripped apart by the Hellhounds (3.16)

PRESENT DEAN stares at his unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy gas station mirror. He turns his left shoulder to the mirror and pulls up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw HANDPRINT BRAND.

INT – GAS STATION MART – DAY

DEAN pulls snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water, and stashes them in a plastic bag. Stopping in front of a magazine stand, he grins slowly. On the stand is an Adult Magazine - “Busty Asian Beauties”. He picks it up, smirks, flips through it, and stuffs it in the bag too.

He goes to the counter, sets down the bag, and hits a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it pops open. As he's looting the cash, the TV to his left flicks on, showing only static. He shuts it off; only to have a radio to his right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, he goes to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begins to pour it along the windowsill.

A high-pitched single tone begins, and DEAN clutches his left ear in pain as he continues to pour salt with his right hand. As it continues, he drops the salt and crouches to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shatters as the sound continues, and he drops to the floor. He leaps to his feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. He looks around cautiously.

EXT. PHONE BOOTH – DAY

DEAN dials a number, and hears only an alert tone.

RECORDED VOICE We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected.

DEAN hangs up the pay phone and inserts another coin, dials another number. It rings once, then is picked up.

BOBBY (V.O.) Yeah?

DEAN Bobby?

BOBBY (V.O.) Yeah?

DEAN It's me.

BOBBY (V.O.) Who's “me”?

DEAN Dean.

A dial tone sounds. DEAN hangs up the receiver and dials again.

BOBBY (V.O.) Who is this?

DEAN Bobby, listen to me.

BOBBY (V.O.) This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya.

The dial tone again. DEAN hangs up the phone, turns. He sees an old, beat-up white car parked outside. His eyes light up; he hotwires the car and pulls away from the gas station.

INT. BOBBY'S HOUSE – DAY

To a pounding on the door, BOBBY'S hand appears to open it. On the doorstep is DEAN, looking winded and apprehensive. He smiles cautiously. BOBBY looks at him suspiciously.

DEAN Surprise.

BOBBY I, I don't...

DEAN Yeah, me neither. (He enters.) But here I am.

Behind his back, BOBBY takes a silver knife. As DEAN approaches, BOBBY lunges forward and slashes at him. DEAN grabs his arm and twists it around; BOBBY breaks the grip and backhands him in the face.

DEAN Bobby! It's me!

BOBBY My ass!

DEAN (shoves a chair between himself and BOBBY, holds his hands out) Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me.

BOBBY lowers the knife, steps forward slowly. He places a hand gently on DEAN'S shoulder. Suddenly he slashes again, but DEAN quickly subdues and disarms him.

DEAN I am not a shapeshifter!

BOBBY Then you're a Revenant!

DEAN shoves BOBBY away, having taken the KNIFE. He holds it out in front of him.

DEAN Alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?

DEAN rolls up his left sleeve, and, grimacing, slices his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appears.

BOBBY (starting to believe it) Dean?

DEAN That's what I've been trying to tell you.

BOBBY breaks, grabbing DEAN in for a tight hug. DEAN returns the hug with enthusiasm, relief on his face. They pull apart.

BOBBY It's... It's good to see you, boy.

DEAN Yeah, you too.

BOBBY But... how did you bust out?

DEAN I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box...

Suddenly, BOBBY splashes water in DEAN'S face. DEAN pauses, spits.

DEAN I'm not a demon either, you know.

BOBBY Sorry. Can't be too careful.

They go further into the house, DEAN wiping his face with a towel.

BOBBY But... that don't make a lick of sense.

DEAN Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir.

BOBBY Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit -

DEAN I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.

BOBBY What do you remember?

DEAN Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. (BOBBY sits.) Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not...

BOBBY Oh, he's alive. As far as I know.

DEAN Good.... Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?

BOBBY I haven't talked to him for months.

DEAN You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?

BOBBY He was dead set on it.

DEAN Bobby, you should've been looking after him.

BOBBY I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you.

DEAN Why did you bury me, anyway?

BOBBY I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it.

DEAN Well, I'm glad he won that one.

BOBBY He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said.

DEAN (suspicious) What do you mean?

BOBBY He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found.

DEAN Oh, damnit, Sammy.

BOBBY What?

DEAN Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.

BOBBY What makes you so sure?

DEAN You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this. (He strips his jacket, pulls up his sleeve to reveal the brand.)

BOBBY (standing) What in the hell?

DEAN It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.

BOBBY But why?

DEAN To hold up their end of the bargain.

BOBBY You think Sam made a deal.

DEAN It's what I would have done.

INT BOBBY'S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN (into the phone) Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. (beat) Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. (beat) Social is 2-4-7-4. (beat) Thank you.

DEAN hangs up the phone and crosses to a laptop on the table.

BOBBY How'd you know he'd use that name?

DEAN You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?

The laptop is open to a web browser; DEAN types in the address for ARC MOBILE.

DEAN (picking up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around) Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?

BOBBY Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy.

DEAN (holds his gaze for a moment) Right.

The laptop beeps; the display shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The locator reads:

Phone Location: 263 Adams Road Pontiac, Illinois.

DEAN Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois.

BOBBY Right near where you were planted.

DEAN Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?

EXT. ASTORIA MOTEL – NIGHT

DEAN and BOBBY walk down a dingy hallway and knock on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door is opened by a HOT YOUNG WOMAN with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looks at them expectantly.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN So where is it?

DEAN (looks at BOBBY, confused) Where's what?

HOT YOUNG WOMAN The pizza... that takes two guys to deliver?

DEAN I think we got the wrong room.

SAM steps into the light. He is grim and focused, and wears a grey t-shirt and jeans.

SAM Hey, is...

SAM stops dead when he sees DEAN. He swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between DEAN and BOBBY.

DEAN (quietly, with much feeling) Heya, Sammy.

SAM is silent. DEAN steps into the room, ignoring the H.Y.W., who steps aside to let him in. As DEAN gets close, SAM pulls a knife and lunges at DEAN. H.Y.W. screams; DEAN blocks SAM'S attack and BOBBY pulls SAM off, gripping him around the shoulders. SAM struggles.

SAM (shouting) Who are you?!

DEAN Like you didn't do this?!

SAM Do what?!

BOBBY It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him.

SAM (stares at DEAN as the struggle slowly goes out of his body) What...

DEAN (advancing cautiously, staring at SAM) I know. I look fantastic, huh?

BOBBY lets go of SAM, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls DEAN into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as BOBBY looks on with tears in his eyes. SAM pushes DEAN back to arm's length. H.Y.W. is looking on, looking confused.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN So are you two like... together?

SAM (like he's just remembered that she's there) What? No. No. He's my brother.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go.

SAM Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

SAM, now wearing a white button-down, opens the door to let the H.Y.W., now dressed in an adorable blue plaid shirt, out.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN So, call me.

SAM Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN:(disappointed) Kristy.

SAM Right.

She leaves, and SAM shuts the door.

INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

SAM comes back into the room and sits down. DEAN is standing above him, arms crossed. He and BOBBY are both looking at SAM suspiciously.

DEAN So tell me, what'd it cost?

SAM (smiling) The girl? I don't pay, Dean.

DEAN That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?

SAM You think I made a deal?

BOBBY That's exactly what we think.

SAM Well, I didn't.

DEAN (intensely) Don't lie to me.

SAM I'm not lying.

DEAN (advancing) So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.

SAM (standing, angrily) Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?

DEAN (grabs SAM by the front of his shirt) There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!

SAM (breaking DEAN'S grip) I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.

DEAN (relenting) It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.

BOBBY Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.

DEAN If he didn't pull me out, then what did?

END ACT ONE

ACT TWO

INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

DEAN and BOBBY are seated the couch. SAM enters and passes out bottles of beer, then sits across from DEAN.

DEAN So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?

SAM Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.

BOBBY (accusing) All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?

DEAN sees something, frowns, and crosses towards it.

SAM Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up.

DEAN picks up what he'd seen a pink flowered bra. He holds it up.

DEAN Oh yeah. I really feel your pain.

SAM Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here.

DEAN When?

SAM Yesterday morning.

DEAN When I busted out.

BOBBY You think these demons are here 'cause of you?

SAM But why?

DEAN Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow.

BOBBY How you feelin', anyway?

DEAN I'm a little hungry.

BOBBY No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?

DEAN Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?

BOBBY Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned.

DEAN Well, I feel fine.

SAM Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.

BOBBY I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.

DEAN Hell yeah, it's worth a shot.

BOBBY I'll be right back

BOBBY exits.

DEAN stands as if to leave.

SAM Hey, wait. (stands) You probably want this back.

SAM reaches into his collar and pulls out a cord. It is DEAN'S AMULET. He places it in DEAN'S hand. DEAN looks at it, touched.

DEAN Thanks.

SAM Yeah, don't mention it. (DEAN puts the AMULET on) Hey Dean, what was it like?

DEAN What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.

SAM (nodding) Well, thank God for that.

DEAN Yeah.

INT. MOTEL BATHROOM – NIGHT

DEAN flicks on the light and stares at himself in the mirror. He runs a hand over his chin and leans forward on the sink.

FLASHBACK Closeup of DEAN'S bloody, terrified face, with screams and eerie sounds.

PRESENT DEAN pulls back from the mirror, blinking in confusion.

EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT – NIGHT

BOBBY leads the boys down a set of steps.

BOBBY She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up.

BOBBY gets in his car.

SAM I assume you'll want to drive.

SAM pulls the keys out of his right pocket and tosses them at DEAN, who catches them easily.

DEAN (chuckling) Oh, I almost forgot! (he approaches the IMPALA and runs a hand along it lovingly.) Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?

DEAN gets in the driver's side, settles in. He sees an iPod plugged into the stereo, pauses, and gives it a dirty look. SAM gets into the passenger's seat, smiling. DEAN glares at him.

DEAN What the hell is that?

SAM That's an iPod jack.

DEAN You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.

SAM Dean, I thought it was my car.

DEAN sneers, sighs, and turns the key in the ignition. "Vision" by Jason Manns begins to play. DEAN rolls his eyes and glares at SAM again, looking pained.

DEAN Really?

SAM shrugs innocently. DEAN rips the iPod out of the jack and tosses it in the back seat.

EXT. TWO-LANE BLACKTOP – NIGHT

DEAN and SAM are back in their familiar places, having a heart-to-heart in the IMPALA on a dark road.

DEAN There's still one thing that's bothering me.

SAM Yeah?

DEAN Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or... got bit. (he chuckles at his own wit) How'd you make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you.

SAM Well, she tried. She couldn't.

DEAN What do you mean, she couldn't?

SAM She fired this, like, burning light at me, and... didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.

DEAN Immune?

SAM Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that.

DEAN Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?

SAM Dead. For now.

DEAN (bites his lip, like he's not sure he wants to ask) So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?

SAM No.

DEAN You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on.

SAM Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.

DEAN Yeah, well, let's keep it that way.

SAM broods.

EXT. PAMELA'S HOUSE – DAY

They knocks on the door, and PAMELA opens it. She is in her thirties, strong and beautiful with a ready smile.

PAMELA Bobby!

She grabs him into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. SAM and DEAN share a look.

BOBBY You're a sight for sore eyes.

PAMELA steps back and looks SAM and DEAN up and down appraisingly.

PAMELA So, these the boys?

BOBBY Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state.

DEAN (flirting, of course) Hey.

SAM (a little awkwardly) Hi.

PAMELA Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.

DEAN If you say so.

PAMELA Come on in.

INT. PAMELA'S HOUSE – DAY

PAMELA ushers them in, first BOBBY, then DEAN, then SAM, and shuts the door behind them.

BOBBY So, you hear anything?

PAMELA Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why.

BOBBY So what's next?

PAMELA A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed.

BOBBY You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here.

PAMELA No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal.

DEAN I'm game.

INT. SEANCE ROOM – DAY

PAMELA spreads a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. SAM and DEAN look at it warily; DEAN cocks his head as PAMELA squats in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads:

Jesse Forever

DEAN Who's Jesse?

PAMELA (laughs) Well, it wasn't forever.

DEAN His loss.

PAMELA stands with several pillar candles in her hands, stops in front of DEAN with a smirk.

PAMELA Might be your gain.

As she passes by, DEAN turns to SAM and lowers his voice.

DEAN Dude, I am so in.

SAM Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive.

DEAN Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.

PAMELA (passing by again, to SAM with a wink) You're invited too, grumpy.

DEAN You are NOT invited.

LATER PAMELA, BOBBY, SAM, and DEAN are seated around the small table, which now has six lighted candles in the center.

PAMELA Right. Take each other's hands. (they do) And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.

PAMELA slides her hand along DEAN'S inner thigh. He jumps.

DEAN Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.

PAMELA My mistake.

DEAN looks around, nervous, then takes off his outer shirt, pulls up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the BRAND. SAM stares at it, shocked, looks at BOBBY. PAMELA lays her hand on the BRAND.

PAMELA Okay. (All four close their eyes as PAMELA begins to chant) I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. (a television flicks on to static; she continues) I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.

DEAN Castiel?

PAMELA Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back. (white noise and static continues, and the table begins to shake) I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face.

BOBBY (as the white noise and rattling become more violent) Maybe we should stop.

PAMELA I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!

Suddenly the candles flare up several feet in the air and PAMELA begins to scream. Her eyes fly open and are filled with a white-hot flame. She collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out.

BOBBY (catching her and lowering her to the floor) Call 9-1-1!

SAM scrambles out of his chair and into the next room. DEAN crouches over PAMELA and BOBBY. She is conscious, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids fly open to reveal black, empty sockets. She sobs.

PAMELA I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!

In the next room we can hear SAM calling for an ambulance.

END ACT TWO

ACT THREE

INT. JOHNNY MAC'S DINER – DAY

DEAN is sitting at a table giving his order to a WAITRESS.

WAITRESS Be up in a jiff.

As she leaves, SAM enters, talking on his cell phone.

SAM (into the phone) You bet. (he sits)

DEAN What'd Bobby say?

SAM Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U.

DEAN And blind, because of us.

SAM And we still have no clue who we're dealing with.

DEAN That's not entirely true.

SAM No?

DEAN We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us.

SAM You're crazy. Absolutely not.

DEAN We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?

SAM Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?

DEAN You got a better idea?

SAM Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?

DEAN Okay.

SAM So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something.

The WAITRESS reappears with two plates of pie. She sets them on the table.

SAM Thanks.

The WAITRESS then plops down in a chair at the end of the table. DEAN looks at her, smirking.

DEAN You angling for a tip?

WAITRESS I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us.

Her eyes go demon-black for a moment; a UNIFORMED MAN by the counter and a COOK behind the counter also show the demon-black; the UNIFORMED MAN goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it.

DEMON WAITRESS (eyes going back to normal) Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck.

DEAN That's me.

DEMON WAITRESS So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?

DEAN I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out.

DEMON WAITRESS Right. You don't.

DEAN No. I don't.

DEMON WAITRESS Lying's a sin, you know.

DEAN I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo...

DEMON WAITRESS Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself.

SAM, who has been staring daggers at her through this exchange, shifts as if to attack. DEAN holds a hand up and SAM stops, settles back into his seat.

DEAN No, you won't.

DEMON WAITRESS No?

DEAN No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.

DEMON WAITRESS I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.

DEAN leans forward, a challenge in his eyes. He throws a right hook at her, which she takes. He throws another. She still does nothing but glare at them, looking more and more nervous.

DEAN That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam.

They stand, and the demon sits there, fuming. DEAN pulls a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peels off a ten dollar bill. He holds it up and drops it on the table like an insult.

DEAN For the pie.

EXT. JOHNNY MAC'S DINER – DAY

SAM and DEAN stalk out of the diner and across the street, tense and quick.

DEAN Holy crap, that was close.

SAM We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?

DEAN Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us.

SAM I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately.

DEAN Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town.

SAM Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous.

DEAN They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.

INT. ASTORIA MOTEL – NIGHT

DEAN is dozing on the couch with a large book open in his lap. SAM sneaks out, checking to make sure DEAN doesn't wake.

EXT. ASTORIA MOTEL – NIGHT

SAM drives away in the IMPALA.

INT. ASTORIA MOTEL – NIGHT

As DEAN dozes, the television flicks on to the now-familiar static, and the radio starts whining as well. It wakes DEAN, who rubs the sleep out of his eyes and rolls quickly to grab a SHOTGUN lying by the bed. He looks around cautiously, glances at SAM'S bed and sees that it is empty. He grimaces. The painfully high-pitched noise begins again, and he grabs his right ear, keeping the weapon up in his left hand. A mirror on the ceiling shatters and rains broken glass down on him. He crumples to the ground, clutching both ears as all the glass in the room shatters explosively. He screams.

BOBBY bursts into the room as more glass shatters.

BOBBY Dean!

END ACT THREE

ACT FOUR

EXT. ROAD – NIGHT

BOBBY drives his car as DEAN, in the passenger's seat, wipes blood from his face.

BOBBY How you doin', kid?

DEAN Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy.

DEAN pulls out his cell phone and dials a number.

EXT. JOHNNY MAC'S DINER – NIGHT

SAM is in the IMPALA, staking out the diner full of demons. His cell phone rings; he answers it.

SAM (PHONE) Hey.

DEAN (PHONE) What are you doing?

SAM Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger.

DEAN In my car?

SAM Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?

DEAN Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer. (on BOBBY'S shocked look, DEAN holds up a finger.)

SAM All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?

DEAN Done. Catch you later. (They hang up.)

BOBBY Why the hell didn't you tell him?

DEAN Because he just tried to stop us.

BOBBY From what?

DEAN Summoning this thing. (BOBBY looks at him in shock. Again.) It's time we faced it head-on.

BOBBY You can't be serious!

DEAN As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby.

BOBBY Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything.

DEAN That's why we've got to be ready for anything. (he pulls out RUBY'S DEMON-KILLING KNIFE) We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk...

BOBBY This is a bad idea.

DEAN Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?

BOBBY We could choose life.

DEAN Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand.

BOBBY Dean, we could use Sam on this.

DEAN Nah, he's better off where he is.

INT. JOHNNY MAC'S DINER – NIGHT

SAM sneaks into the darkened diner and slips his lock-picking tools into his shirt pocket. A song is playing on the jukebox. SAM sneaks in quietly, sees the COOK from earlier face-down on the floor, his hands bloody. SAM crouches and turns the man over; he is dead, his eyes burned out and drying blood caked on his cheeks. SAM stands.

A figure tackles him from behind – it is the DEMON WAITRESS. They trade blows for a few moments until SAM shoves her away. She too has empty, burned out eye sockets and blood trickling down her face. She looks both terrifying and terrified.

SAM Your eyes.

DEMON WAITRESS I can still smell your soul a mile away.

SAM It was here. You saw it.

DEMON WAITRESS (sobbing) I saw it.

SAM What was it?

DEMON WAITRESS It's the end. We're dead. We're all dead.

SAM (insisting) What did you see?

DEMON WAITRESS Go to hell.

SAM Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you.

SAM steps back, plants his feet, and shuts his eyes in concentration. He extends his right hand towards the demon. She heaves and begins to vomit black smoke into her hand; in seconds, the WAITRESS has collapsed to the floor as the DEMON is sucked down into the Pit. SAM opens his eyes and crosses to the woman on the floor. He checks her pulse, sighs in disappointment.

SAM Damn it.

The kitchen door opens and a woman comes out. He looks up, apparently not surprised to see her. It is the HOT YOUNG WOMAN from ACT ONE.

HOT YOUNG WOMAN (henceforth called RUBY) Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time.

SAM stands and they share a smoldering look. He looks down at the corpse at his feet, his face falling.

SAM What the hell is going on around here, Ruby?

RUBY I wish I knew.

SAM We were thinking some high level demon pulled Dean out.

RUBY No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody.

SAM Then what can?

RUBY Nothing I've ever seen before.

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

BOBBY draws a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. As he stands, we see that the entire floor, walls, and ceiling of the empty rectangular warehouse are covered in similar images.

DEAN (at a table, setting up equipment) That's a hell of an art project you've got going there.

BOBBY Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin?

DEAN Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of.

BOBBY This is still a bad idea.

DEAN Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?

BOBBY nods reluctantly. He goes over to another desk, takes a pinch of some powder from a bowl, and sprinkles it into a larger bowl, which begins to smoke. He chants in Latin.

INT. JOHHNY MAC'S DINER – NIGHT

RUBY and SAM are seated across from each other at a small table.

RUBY So. Million dollar question, are you going to tell Dean about what we're doing?

SAM Yeah, I just gotta figure out the right way to say it. (RUBY gives him a look) Look, I just need time, okay? That's all.

RUBY Sam, he's going to find out, and if it's not from you he's going to be pissed.

SAM He's going to be pissed anyway. I mean, he's so hardheaded about this psychic stuff he'll just try and stop me.

RUBY Look. Maybe I'll just take a step back for a while.

SAM Ruby, you...

RUBY I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fanclub. But he is your brother, and I'm not going to come between you.

SAM I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you.

RUBY Thanks.

SAM But what I do know is that I'm saving people. And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going.

INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

DEAN and BOBBY are seated on tables, swinging their legs and looking bored.

DEAN You sure you did the ritual right? (BOBBY gives him a look) Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?

As if on cue, a loud rattling shakes the roof. DEAN and BOBBY arm themselves with shotguns and take positions at the far end of the warehouse.

DEAN Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.

The door bursts open and a handsome man in a business suit and trenchcoat stalks in CASTIEL.

The light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, DEAN and BOBBY both open fire, but the shots do not even slow him down. Dean takes the MAGIC KNIFE as CASTIEL gets close.

DEAN Who are you?

CASTIEL I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

DEAN Yeah. Thanks for that.

DEAN rears back and plunges the MAGIC KNIFE into CASTIEL'S chest and hits heart without any effects. CASTIEL looks down, unconcerned, and pulls it out, drops it to the floor. Behind him, BOBBY attacks; without looking, CASTIEL grabs BOBBY'S weapon and uses it to swing him around. CASTIEL touches BOBBY on the forehead with fingertips and BOBBY crumples to the ground.

CASTIEL We need to talk, Dean. Alone.

END ACT FOUR

ACT FIVE

DEAN crouches over BOBBY, checking his pulse. He glares at CASTIEL.

CASTIEL Your friend's alive.

DEAN Who are you?

CASTIEL Castiel.

DEAN Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?

CASTIEL I'm an Angel of the Lord.

DEAN Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.

CASTIEL This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

Lightning flashes, and on CASTIEL'S back great shadowy wings appear, stretching off into the distance. The light goes out and the image disappears.

DEAN Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes.

CASTIEL I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that.

DEAN You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking? (CASTIEL nods.) Buddy, next time, lower the volume.

CASTIEL That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.

DEAN And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?

CASTIEL This? This is... a vessel.

DEAN You're possessing some poor bastard?

CASTIEL He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this.

DEAN Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?

CASTIEL (frowning) I told you.

DEAN Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?

CASTIEL Good things do happen, Dean.

DEAN Not in my experience.

CASTIEL What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?

DEAN Why'd you do it?

CASTIEL Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

#i will not apologize for this #it is Cas Day.#spn #supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #misha collins #jensen ackles

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Hi friends!!

I wrote a thing. Forewarning, it is a very angsty Christmas themed fic. Like very angsty, so just be prepared.

Loosely inspired by ‘The Sweetest Gift’, The Piano Guys version; Title taken from the same.

Here’s the sequel no one asked for.

sometimes i still breakdown

The house still felt empty; especially during the early mornings when she woke up cold and alone but she was slowly learning to be happy again.

Or at least she was learning to look like she was happy again even if she didn’t feel it.

But today was Christmas and instead of feeling love and warmth and happiness she felt cold and empty and pain.

Because there was no laughter.

There were no sparkling eyes.

There were no whispers of ‘Merry Christmas’ against her lips. And god, did it hurt.

A physical ache in her chest that would come and go in varying degrees depending on the day and today, that ache hurt. It hurt so much so that she didn’t want to get up.

She couldn’t bare the thought of moving through the decorated house that should look cheery with the tree and the lights that her friends helped her put up but to her, it wasn’t cheery at all. It was dull and despondent and all it did was remind her of what was missing.

But then a small cry came and another and she knew she couldn’t do that no matter how much she wished she could so she pushed herself up from the cold mattress, ignoring the empty space beside her and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

Rubbing her face with a weary hand, she crept over to the bassinet that sat a few feet away and looked down at the wailing infant. Reaching down, she scooped the child up and placed her on her shoulder, patting the baby’s back lightly, “Shh, Hazyl. Momma’s got you.”

Hailey padded the few short steps back to her own bed to sit down, bringing the baby to rest on her lap so she could look into the little girl’s face. Wiping the fat tears from Hazyl’s cheeks, the baby quieted down into soft whimpers as she mirrored her mother’s sad eyes.

“You missin’ your daddy?” Hailey hummed to her daughter as she gently swayed her closed knees. She gently picked up one of Hazyl’s tiny feet to place a kiss on the bottom, “Did you know that it’s Christmas?” She continued to talk softly to the little girl who was now watching her mother with enraptured eyes, no trace of tears.

Hailey sniffed, smiling down at Hazyl as valiantly as she could, drinking in those beautiful green eyes.

Jay’s eyes.

“Christmas was your daddy’s favorite time of year, you know,” She whispered, leaning down to pepper kisses on the little girl’s cheek, “If he were here right now, he’d probably be bouncing off the walls in excitement for your first Christmas,” A wet chuckle escaped her lips, “And the presents of course.”

Hailey paused, barely suppressing a sob, “But he’s not so we’re just going to have to be excited for him, aren’t we?” She softly stroked Hazyl’s forehead, “There’s gonna be a lot of events like this where we’re just going to have to learn how to do it by ourselves. Just us girls.”

There was a creak of a door from down the hallway followed by the sound of little feet running and Hailey gave the yawning baby in her lap a knowing look, whispering conspiratorially, “Speaking of just us girls. I think your sister’s up.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before Ellie busted through the bedroom door, her favorite stuffed animal and blanket clutched in her hand.

This was a new routine of theirs since Jay died.

Almost every morning, she was joined in the bed by her two girls to be snuggled and loved. It was their time to silently miss a husband and father in the way only they could understand without the pitying looks or words of sympathy.

It was a reinvention of an old routine, really.

Since Jay had always been an early riser, he would sometimes go snuggle with Ellie in her bed before they went to work. But he couldn’t cuddle with Ellie anymore and he had never had the opportunity to cuddle with Hazyl so it was up to Hailey to make new, special routines just for them.

They had been reinventing a lot of routines and they hit harder on days like today.

Ellie ran over to the side of the bed, clambering up onto the mattress with a little boost from Hailey before she snuggled tightly into her mother’s side all without saying a word.

That was another new thing.

Gone was the chattering, animated little girl of only a few months ago. Ellie had become a shell of herself, a lot like her mother had but no matter how much Hailey tried to hide her suffering to put on a smile for her, Ellie’s behavior had little change.

She was despondent now with little excitement for anything. Only giving small smiles when Will came over every Tuesday to spend the afternoon with them and when Adam, Kim and Kevin took her out to dinner and a movie every other weekend.

When Hailey attempted to keep to their normal activities, Ellie would look up at her with sad eyes and tell her it wasn’t the same without daddy.

They both ended up crying most days, Hailey clutching onto Ellie like her life depended on it and it honestly probably did. And when Hazyl was born she joined them, grieving for a father she would never know.

Ellie hardly laughed anymore and her eyes had lost their bright, innocent sparkle.

And that hurt almost more than anything.

She was still grieving, Will had said and Hailey wondered if they would always be grieving.

Hailey thought the answer would probably be yes.

Ellie’s whole world had been snatched away so suddenly in a way that her young mind hadn’t understood but as Hailey looked into those blue eyes that were so like her own with each day that passed, she knew Ellie was beginning to understand what death was.

Death was waking up everyday, expecting cuddles from her daddy only to find that he wasn’t there to give any.

Death was starting to learn that no matter how hard she wished, her daddy wasn’t coming home.

Death was seeing her mommy cry and death meant being hugged a little tighter.

Death meant everything changed and Ellie didn’t like this change where her mother whispered to baby Hazyl about how wonderful daddy was and told them both how much he loved them.

Ellie wanted to hear it from daddy himself. He was supposed to be here to hum the baby to sleep and tuck her in after he read her her favorite story.

They were supposed to show baby Hazyl how to play cops and bad guys, how to build a pillow fort and how sneak attack Uncle Will, Uncle Adam and Uncle Kevin.

And he was specially supposed to be there today. Because it was Christmas and who was going to help her teach baby Hazyl to lick the bowl of their special Christmas cookies when mommy wasn’t looking? Or help her put together her toys? Or to hold her when she was sleepy after the big, fancy dinner?

But he wasn’t there and Ellie was starting to know better than to hope her daddy had magically come back and was in bed next to mommy.

She felt her mommy’s arm tighten around her, pulling her closer into her warm side. The lips she felt on the top of her head she was learning to savor because when her daddy kissed her six months ago, she hadn’t known it would be the last time he kissed her.

And that made her want to cry.

“It’s Hazyl’s first Christmas,” Ellie heard her mother murmur in a tone that she knew was supposed to sound happy, “Are you going to help her open up her presents?”

She wanted to tell mommy that no, she didn’t because daddy was supposed to help her but decided not to because every time she mentioned daddy’s name, mommy looked like her heart was breaking all over again. Instead, Ellie nodded and tried not to think about how sad the day was going to be without daddy there.

“Let’s go see what’s under the tree, huh baby?” Mommy stood up, cradling her little sister to her chest and holding out her free hand for Ellie to take, “And then we can make our special Christmas cookies.”

Ellie wasn’t sure if she wanted to do any of that without daddy and she didn’t think her mommy wanted to either but Ellie knew that they had to so baby Hazyl had a good Christmas even if daddy wasn’t there to make it perfect.

Hailey watched Ellie as they entered the living room, the presents that she had put under the tree last night piled up waiting to be opened.

She watched as the little girl cast forlorn eyes over the presents, not approaching them but staying right by her side, so different from last year.

Last year she and Jay had been awoken at five in the morning by a bouncing toddler.

Last year she and Jay had been practically dragged to the living room so they could see what was under the tree.

Last year there was laughter and happy squeals and sparkling eyes.

Last year they had Jay.

Now they didn’t and time marched on as if Hailey hadn’t lost the person that was more herself than she was.

She wanted to scream and curse and ask why had the universe taken away the best husband and father anyone could ask for who loved them unconditionally.

There was knock on the door and Ellie looked up at her with questioning eyes as Hazyl babbled in her arms blissfully unaware of the grief that shrouded the room.

Hailey frowned, not expecting anyone this early in the morning on Christmas but went to the door anyway, Ellie staying right behind her, a little fist holding onto the extra fabric of her flowy pajama pants.

Looking through the peephole caused tears to immediately prick her eyes as she opened the door to find Adam, Kevin, Kim, Will and Voight standing on her front porch laden with gifts and food.

Adam was even dressed up as Santa, a white beard attached to his face and a big, red sack thrown over his shoulder.

He let out a jolly “Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas,” to which Hazyl giggled and even made Ellie smile the biggest smile Hailey had seen from her since Jay died.

Hailey should have known that they wouldn’t let her spend the day alone but it still took her by surprise at how much they cared. Trying valiantly not to cry, she stood back and opened the door further to let the group in.

Adam swooped Ellie up in his arms, tickling her with another big ‘Ho, ho, ho,’ before passing her down the line to get hugs from everyone as they filed through the door, heading to the kitchen to set down food and presents.

Will was last through the door, giving Ellie a massive hug before setting her down so she could run around to see what everyone else was doing. His eyes met Hailey’s, a look of profound grief and understanding passed between them for several long seconds.

A tiny sob escaped her as Will gathered her into his arms, giving her a firm hug; Hazyl squished protectively into Hailey’s chest.

No words were needed. He knew what she was going through. He had lost a brother and she had lost a husband; Ellie and Hazyl had lost a father and they were all learning how to deal with grief in a way they never thought they would have to experience.

Hailey had heard it all from well-meaning acquaintances and cops she interacted with on crime scenes. They told her how sorry they were, how strong she was, how it will be easier to move on with time.

But Hailey knew ‘sorry’ would never replace the loss she was dealt; not even close. She knew wasn’t strong; she was barely holding it together. And moving on with time? That was a big, fat lie.

She was starting to understand that you never moved on. Not from something like this. You hold that place in your heart, close it off, try to lock the door, visit from time to time but you don’t move on. You never move on.

And Will knew that. He understood, even if his loss wasn’t as profound as hers, he still lost a part of himself he would never be getting back.

A friend. A brother.

He didn’t give her half-assed platitudes because he knew that all they ever did was remind her of what she’d lost. That words would never be enough unless it would bring Jay back and they both knew that wasn’t possible.

So she was grateful for her brother-in-law. Especially on days like Christmas when Jay’s absence was so sorely felt.

Thankful that he was willing to take over being the strong one even if it was only for a few hours without having to be asked.

Hailey knew that she could have this day to grieve, to reminisce quietly, to escape in a corner to cry silently and the kids would be adequately distracted by the people who she loved most.

They were giving this to her and she was going to take it. She was tired of being strong and she honestly didn’t care if that made her look weak.

Today she was going to say goodbye to Christmases with Jay. She was going to pull out every Christmas memory she had with him, savor it and then pack it away until next year, hoping it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

So, that’s what she did. Ellie and Hazyl opened presents while Hailey watched, mourning the fact that she’d had to pick out the presents by herself. Mourning the fact that she didn’t have any presents but not because she wanted anything.

It was because the person who typically got her sentimental things like jewelry with Ellie’s birthstone or practical gifts like an expresso machine wasn’t there to give them.

It was ironic really because all Hailey wanted this Christmas was Jay.

She blinked back tears as Jay’s stocking went untouched and tried to laugh when Adam, Kevin and Will tried to steal the cookie dough of the special Christmas cookies she and Kim were baking.

But all she could think about was how it wasn’t the same without Jay.

It should be Jay coming in to disrupt her kitchen. It should be Jay carrying Ellie over a shoulder and a strong arm wrapped around Hazyl. It should be Jay right in the middle of whatever shenanigans Will, Adam and Kevin were getting into as Voight rolled his eyes at the male members of his unit.

What was even more heartbreaking was that she could tell Ellie was thinking the same thing in the way her smile was a little dimmer and the way she was reluctant to swipe a bite of dough despite the encouragement of her uncles.

This was a tradition that she’d shared with her father and she wasn’t used to the idea of it changing. Didn’t want to get used to it.

This made Hailey furious at the world and unbelievably sad for Ellie and Hazyl’s future without their dad.

Hailey’s father was less than perfect. Less than a man.

But Hailey’s children had a father who would move heaven and earth for them. A father who was perfect in their eyes and the bravest man they knew.

Now, Hailey still had a less than perfect father but Ellie and Hazyl lost their father who was more than perfect.

It wasn’t fair and it didn’t make sense just like their Christmas hadn’t made sense.

Instead of the happy, joyful day it should have been it was really only a husk of that. There were a few hearty laughs, a few beaming smiles and there was a genuine effort to try to have a fun Christmas but none of their hearts were really in it, each thinking of the brother, friend, father, son and husband they had lost.

The house was dark now, the only lights coming from the Christmas tree she was sitting beside. Will and the team had left a few hours ago after putting Ellie and Hazyl to bed for her. She had thanked them and assured them that she would be alright by herself--she would have to be alright by herself.

Now, hours later sitting on the cold floor in the dark, empty house beside a Christmas tree that almost seemed as lonely as she now that Christmas was almost over, Hailey let herself cry.

She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes as she let out gut-wrenching sobs, her heart aching with want.

What she wouldn’t give to have Jay wrap his arms around her.

Crying even harder, she thought of his smile and rare belly laughs. She thought of the way his eyes sparkled when Ellie threw her arms around him exuberantly.

She thought of his kind hands and generous heart. His determination to put away evil and protect his unit--his family.

She thought of the way he shielded her from danger, the way he’d held her, the way he loved her.

She thought about past Christmases. His strong hands carrying in their tree year after year. The way he always let her move around the ornaments he’d hung if she didn’t like where he’d put them.

His tall frame placing the star on the tree and then helping Ellie do the honors once she came along.

And then she remembered the Christmas five years ago that she’d told Jay they were pregnant with Ellie. The joy on his face as he unwrapped a positive pregnancy test, little booties and a onesie.

The way he had kissed her and told her all of the plans he had for their family; talk of babies and a house filled with love, growing old with each other. How he would always protect her, be there for her and their children.

But he had lied and today someone had celebrated Christmas with their alive little girl while she spent Christmas with a dead husband and her little girls’ dead father.*

She’d done a lot of that this year but the hardest parts were the parts when he wasn’t there.

He had died, leaving her with toddler and pregnant with their second baby. She’d had to protect them all by herself. She’d had to be there for them even as she was falling apart.

She’d had to pick out another girl name and she’d had to put the nursery together herself.

But one of the hardest things she’d had to do was give birth without him by her side. Cradling a newborn Hazyl, crying in her hospital bed knowing Jay would never know this little girl that looked so much like him.

Introducing her to Ellie, wishing Jay was there to see how enraptured his Ellie-bug was with her new little sister. Bringing her home alone, needing Will to carry Hazyl’s car seat because Jay wasn’t there to do it for her while she recovered from childbirth.

She thought being a pregnant widow with a toddler was hard.

Healing from birth, breastfeeding a newborn, chasing a toddler all while still being a grieving widow was harder.

Having Hazyl this year was the best gift she’d received but it was the hardest thing she’d ever done. It was difficult to bring a new life into the world when the mother had just lost her whole world.

Loving her children without constantly grieving over what they’d lost was nearly impossible.

They should be celebrating this year. Celebrating the two little girls they had made through their love. Celebrating the life they had made together but instead, Hailey was left to pick up the pieces of a life that was so different from last year all by herself.

Taking a trembling breath, Hailey picked up the picture frame that was sitting beside her. Fresh tears filled her eyes as she looked at Jay’s handsome face, running shaky fingertips over his stubbled jaw as if he was really here with her.

“I miss you, Jay. So much,” She whispered out brokenly as she clutched the frame to her chest.

God, did she miss him.

Clinching her eyes shut, a few tears escaped as she rested her head against the wall. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there like that, hugging Jay’s photo to her full breasts but a small cry pulled her out of the grief-filled stupor she’d been sitting in.

It was coming from Hazyl’s baby monitor and the tightness of her chest told her it was probably close to midnight, time for Hazyl’s feeding.

So, it was time to be strong again. Christmas was over and her heart was still shattered but she had two little girls relying on her to get them through this.

To keep Jay’s memory alive even if it tore her apart inside to remember what never would be.

Another cry came from the monitor.

Hailey kissed the cool glass over Jay’s picture reverently before putting it back under the tree and pushing herself up off the floor.

Her eyes caught Jay’s empty stocking hanging over the fireplace and she swallowed hard, pressing a hand tightly to her stomach.

Hailey took a breath, her eyes glassy with tears as she squared her shoulders and forced herself to get it together as she walked towards the stairs, towards her daughter’s cries.

With one last glance, she saw Christmases with Jay flash before her eyes. The laugher, the presents, the color, everything as they added more and more life to the house they’d bought for their future.

It had been too short but they’d had a partnership, a love that could cross time and space and in her heart, even though Jay wasn’t physically there with them any more, Hailey knew he was still there with her.

He was there in her heart, in the memories she saw all around the house, in the two babies they’d been blessed with before he’d been forced to leave her.

He was her great love story and her heart still belonged to him no matter how many Christmases passed.

She whispered into the cold, empty living room, “I love you, Jay and I always will. Merry Christmas, my darling husband.”

I hope you enjoyed and please don’t kill me?

I didn’t think I would write anything sadder than the prequel I wrote to this but I don’t know, I think this one just might have it beat. Tell me what you guys think! I’m not really sure why exactly I felt compelled to write this terribly sad one-shot during what’s supposed to be the happiest time of the year but I did and I blame The Piano Guys.

I thought about publishing on Christmas but thought it was too sad to do that so New Year’s Day it is! Not sure if that’s any better but I do hope you enjoyed it in some form or fashion even if it’s not the happy upstead Christmas you guys probably wanted.

* was a reference to Jay’s cause of death mentioned in the prequel one-shot entitled ‘we’ll never be able to treasure life enough’.

Let me know what you guys thought! Love you all and I hope to have some new stories coming your way soon!

Happy New Year!!

#upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead #ellie halstead #hazyl halstead #family #angst #christmas fic

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Money Heist | knj | Part 3

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↳ #NetflixReImaginedBTS: Kim Namjoon x Reader starring in a bank robbery au

↳ M-18+, implied sexual content, major character deaths, bank robbery actions (violence, use of weapons, deciet)

I had never seen anything as mesmerizing as the sun rising beyond the horizon, the contrast of the blue ocean as the warm-toned colors of the sun and skies reflected on it and bounced along with the gentle waves. I took a sip of the mango juice I had poured into a glass as I stared out of the captivating scenery.

Hawaii was a beautiful state.

When Ilsan suggested it should be our next destination after we had arrived back at the beach house, I did not like it but as he adamantly explained, none of us had been identified by the authorities.

It was the perfect time to flee South Korea. We could go undetected and did not have to hide out at Jindo until the heat settled. Ilsan suggested that we could go immediately. Sadly, despite how much of your life you plan for, reality would never reflect your wishes. Sometimes shit happened that was out of your control.

I learned that the hard way. We lost Daegu and Gwacheon while fleeing the bank. Busan and GC were arrested and the authorities knew the identities of Seoul and Gwangju.

The devastation was not the right word to use to express the anger I felt when the police plastered the images of some of us on national television. Unfortunately, Busan and GC were very popular among the locals in Jindo and often went out. People recognized them and it was by the grace of God that Ilsan woke up and heard the commotion of the police busting in and led me out of the beach house.

Guilt was not the right word either. What I felt was far more crippling and disheartening. I left my boys. I did not know where they were or what they were doing to them. I kept wishing that they were alright somehow, that they were still breathing somewhere. However, Ilsan was far less optimistic. He stated on our way out of the country the Korean government would most likely execute them, reminding me that we held the President of the country hostage, tied him up, and stripped him of all of his rights and pride.

Moreover, the stinging pain of actually losing people who I had spent every waking moment hurt me in ways I ever thought possible. As soon as we landed in Hawaii, I sank into a state I could not recognize.

Thankfully, Ilsan took care of me.

As sadistic and ruthless as he was before and during the heist, I saw him in a different light after we had arrived here. He made sure I had the space to process everything that happened when phase four was activated. I failed to protect Daegu and we lost him. I was supposed to have his back and I could not even do that.

GC could not look at me. Everything was ruined from then.

I understood his anger and sympathized when he demanded Ilsan throw me to the police. I understood. He could never forgive me. I felt his pain, the betrayal he felt despite it all being a moment where I did not react accordingly. He hated me and I understood, so I took every hurtful word, every shove and slur tossed my way.

Ilsan would not stand for it.

Regardless of how infuriated GC was, Ilsan forced him to push his feelings aside so the rest of us could make it out alive. I was not allowed to leave Ilsan’s side. He whispered in my ear, as we waited our turn to escape through the backup exit Gwacheon had created, that he was not feeling secure around GC and that I should not either. He said he had seen teams go against each other during a heist and he did not appreciate how GC glared at me.

I never left Ilsan’s side. Even after we came back to Jindo and met up with the Professor. I was not allowed to leave his side. He could not rest properly until we had cut ties and went our separate ways. Ilsan was adamant about getting out of South Korea as fast as we could.

All trust for GC had disappeared and understandably so, but Ilsan could not risk GC opening his mouth and giving the authorities any sort of information about him or me. So, I kept my distance and GC repaid the favor.

I wish I could see him one more time. I did not know where he or Busan was but I was certain they were in the police’s custody.

I clutched my glass as my forehead gently touched the cold surface of the door window looking out to the white beach. Forgiveness was all I wanted from GC and from Busan. I hoped someone was caring for his shoulder. Busan had become weak during the heist and I feared for his recovery. The Professor sent a doctor over to the beach house and he fixed him back up but I was sure that the police did not prioritize his health as much as we did.

My heart ached.

Unfortunately, due to the Professor’s involvement, Interpol was informed and a lot of people suddenly wanted to help South Korea capture everyone who was part of the heist. We had to be careful. It was only a matter of time until our identities would have been revealed too.

Too many thoughts occupied my mind, I did not register that Ilsan was behind me. I felt his bare chest grace my back as his arms wrapped around my frame, his chin resting on my shoulder blade, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Morning.”

“What are you doing up?”

“Thinking.”

“About?”

I shook my head a little as I allowed a small sigh to come out of me. I wanted to tell him what was roaming my mind, the concerns I had, and the overwhelming guilt I felt but knowing Ilsan, I figured he would brush my feelings aside and tell me I was overthinking. Yet as soon as I felt his plump lips on my neck I closed my eyes and allowed the tender kisses to comfort me.

“Talk to me,” he hummed into my skin.

“The others. I’m thinking about the others.”

“Busan and GC?”

“Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung,” I murmured as I remembered learning their names on the plane ride to Hawaii. Ilsan bought a newspaper and he translated what the headlines said about the two thieves. I turned to face him, “Hoseok and Jungkook are still out there. You saw the news yesterday. The kitchen is still hot, Namjoon. There’s too much attention on us.”

“Not on us.”

“It’s just a matter of time.”

“It’s been three months since we did it.” He placed a kiss on my forehead as he pulled me closer to him, “Three months, baby. We are comfortable here and people mind their business.”

“It’s a matter of time.”

“Maybe. But right now, we are safe. We are rich. No one knows us as Namjoon, Y/N, London, or Ilsan. We are Mr. and Mrs. Son.” He smiled, showcasing his dimples as he reached for my hand and kissed the wedding band he had bought a month ago. With new identities and a small ceremony, Hawaii had become the staple of our love. Despite the stress and anxiety that came with robbing a bank, we managed to find a place to settle in and begin our lives as a married couple. It was calm here. And Namjoon was right, we were safe … at least, for now, we were free.

I stared into his rich dark eyes as he swayed my hips. He was being playful.

Ilsan had been hard to read since I met him almost a year ago. However, despite his resistance and innate instincts to pull away and not trust anyone, he somehow began to let his guard down. I knew it bothered him that he was responsible for another person. Much like myself, he was a soloist; always had been and figured he would be forever.

Lovestruck when he least expected it as well. It came as a surprise to both of us. However, I did not regret falling for him.

Ilsan was more than I had ever expected for myself. He was strong, smart with his decisions, and he had a lot of knowledge and experience under his belt. Regardless of his disappointment for the newfound responsibility - mostly due to a deep-rooted fear that he would not be able to protect those who trusted him the most - he never shied away from showcasing his affection for me, his passion for my body, and his enthusiasm about our love.

I leaned into his palm as it began to caress my cheek. Our eyes locked on each other as we studied one another. He pulled me closer to him, his hand now clutching my jaw as his lips met mine for a long and sensual kiss. Groaning into it slightly as the intensity grew, I felt his other hand traveling down to the hem of my t-shirt. His fingernails dug into my thigh as he exposed more of my skin while sliding the t-shirt upward, “I will protect you,” he promised into the kiss, “I will do everything to keep you safe.”

My hands traveled down his bare chest as the kiss grew more passionate. His tongue entered my mouth, slowly dancing sensually and poetically with mine as it became hungrier, almost as desperate as the first night we shared our first kiss.

I could never get tired of kissing him. His lips were soft, pillow-like as they met mine. He took his time; exploring every inch of my body and assuring I received mine before he did. A true gentleman. Often, in our afterglow, he would brag that he took great pride in fulfilling me the way I wanted to.

Those months at the beach house, we had each other on every surface imaginable. Never slowing down our pace, we kept exploring each other. I wanted him, always. I could not keep my hands to myself and neither could he. It was an intense and passionate beginning, one that drove me intoxicatingly mad. The need for each other’s embrace grew so powerful that it almost turned into a drug.

His touch was something I could not be without for too long. It felt as if I was incomplete without him. And he had - numerous times - expressed the exact same unyielding longing for me.

To the others, our relationship came across as something purely based on the physical aspect. Although it started as such, I could not deny that was the basis of it. Today, however, Ilsan was a man I saw a future with, one I cared for deeply. I had said yes when he proposed.

Rose petals all over our condo in Hawaii. Little cute notes scattered everywhere to find the ring he had bought.

When I first met him in Jindo, he did not strike me as a man filled with overwhelming patience, affection, and a whole lot of romance. Ilsan was the embodiment of a romantic lover.

As stern and direct as he was, just as attentive and soft-spoken he could be around me. He cared. More so than any man I had the displeasure to date and call a boyfriend. So, I said yes. I became him and he was mine.

Lost in the drug that was his scent, I moaned into his hungry mouth. Our tongues danced fiercer as desperate pants escaped us while our bodies overheated in arousal. He pushed into the door window, pulling one of my legs over his hip as our lips kept a steady and needy pace.

The print of his erect length brushed against my stomach and my body reacted by shooting electricity from my core as excitement overcame me.

Ilsan and I had not been able to keep our hands off each other ever since our first encounter together. The innate attraction was still very much prominent, even after a year, we could not get enough of each other. It was as if any rational train of thought disappeared and all that was left was this primal and raw need to destroy and claim one another.

Speedily, I reached for his clothed bulge. A growl into my mouth appeared from the depths of his throat. The sudden hold on it along with my desperate need to prepare him to penetrate my eager slit made him clutch my throat in response.

“Baby,” he said slightly out of breath. I stared into his dark eyes, undeniable lust pierced through them as he gawked down my entirety, “I want you slow,” he murmured. I eyed him momentarily, contemplating the words as a ray of memories rushed in my head.

Ilsan and I were not only perfect for each other in terms of lifestyles or love language but we were compatible in ways I had never experienced with a man. When I say he changed my stances and opinions about certain things, I meant it. He was unfamiliar, virtually everything about him was new and exciting. So, when we shared our first lovemaking, I was pleasantly surprised that he fucked me as I had always wanted.

I never instructed him.

It was as if his body was made for mine. Like two perfectly sculpted clays, morphing into one as we explored every inch of each other and discovered that we were nothing without one another but together, we could become something far greater than anything neither of us had experienced.

To say I was deeply in love with him would not begin to justify the emotions I felt for him. He was beyond words. Our love was beyond life.

“Slow,” I nodded and I felt his large hands cupping my rear before lifting me up. My lips found his as he carried me back to bed.

He reached for my legs, closing them together as he elevated them. I grinned when he began to place tender kisses on my ankles before he nipped at my toes. I stared into his eyes with a nervous pant, unaware of what he meant by taking it slow.

Usually, our love was passionate and raw but today he wished to take things slower. I did not mind it. It was a slight surprise and often when he did this, it meant he had something up his sleeve.

“What?” He chuckled.

“Nothing.”

“You’re being suspicious of me.”

“I’m not.”

He laughed and forced my legs open before allowing them to rest on each of his hips, “Hmm,” he hummed as he stared down at me.

“What?”

“You should be suspicious.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow at him and he eyed me momentarily before he caved and pulled out a small box from his pocket, “What is this?” I used my elbows to lift myself up.

“Open it, Princess.”

“Why? What is this?” Excitement overcame me as I sat up. He threw himself beside me and watched as I opened the velvety red box, “Namjoon,” I kept repeating into a delighted giggle.

“It’s nothing special.”

“It’s not our anniversary yet,” I eagerly opened and gasped suddenly as soon as I spotted the heart-shaped emerald necklace that was staring back at me, “Oh gosh, it’s beautiful.” I was spellbound, my gaze kept studying the rose gold chain and how captivatingly the rising sunlight reflected on the stone.

“You like it?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad.” His rich baritone voice explained how Valentine’s Day was coming up in a couple of days and he wanted to give me something thoughtful. “I know we can’t be like every other couple and celebrate. It’s fine that you are worried, baby, I respect it and appreciate that you keep an eye out for us but I did not want you to lose this day.”

“You’re so sweet.” He flashed a tender smile as I took his hand in mine, “I love you.”

➰

The ambiance of the restaurant was something that captured the romance of this night. I had never been the type of woman who enjoyed a trivia holiday but I had to admit since Ilsan became my partner, I wanted to experience love with him. And he was good at it too. Everything was planned out. From my outfit to the place we would celebrate our love.

I sat opposite him, studied how gently the candlelight beamed at his olive skin. Spellbound and utterly captivated by his striking features as I took in his beauty. Ilsan looked amazing in a suit, he chose a beautiful one that complimented my long dark dress. He was reading the menu of the French restaurant he had picked for the occasion. He began to correct his tie and I could not help but watch as his knuckles turned white by the grip, how merely moments ago that same hand was clutching my throat.

“What?” He asked without glancing away from the menu, “What are you thinking?” I let out a small giggle, caught red-handed in my perverse thoughts. “Do you know what you want?” He ripped his eyes from the leather-covered book and caught my gaze, “You haven’t looked.”

“No.”

He eyed me momentarily. Everything around us was practically nonexistent. The chatter from the other guests faded, the soft violins playing from the speakers died down until everything evaporated and it was just us there. Sitting across from one another with a champagne bottle, red rose petals were casually thrown on the white table, and candle lights between us.

I slid my hand over to him and he caught it. His thumb gently caressing the ring on my left finger, “I like this,” I began, remembering the fight I initiated earlier this morning, “I never apologized.”

“Don’t.”

“I should,” our eyes met again. “I wish I could be like you and forget about the heist.”

“You’re inexperienced. I get it, you’re nervous.” He leaned over and placed a tender kiss on the back of my hand, “You worry. I get it, Princess.”

Ilsan had been involved with a lot of robberies and knew how to act and think afterward. He was right. I was inexperienced. Smaller shops were my thing and I never truly worried about police knocking on my door for stealing a Dior bag. But the bank of Korea was something else. We had gotten away with 700 million KRW. Divided equally among us. Unfortunately, we had to cut our time short and flee for our lives but the amount was better than nothing.

“You’re right. I’m being too obsessive.”

“Relax a little.”

“I will,” I retrieved my hand and began to look at the menu, “From now I will relax.”

➰

Ilsan excused himself during the dessert. I watched him as he left for the bathroom. Sinking to the chair, I felt fulfilled by the French meals the chef so deliciously had prepared. The crepes on my plate kept staring at me but as much as I wanted to finish the beautifully decorated crisp pancakes with fresh fruits and powdered sugar, I could not force myself to overeat. So, instead, I drank my champagne glass finish.

I observed the other guests. Some were on a date like we were and others were alone. I caught a glimpse of a woman in a suit who was sitting alone two tables from me. My gaze fell on her plate and I could not help my mind from wandering. She had been there since we arrived yet her plate of snails was untouched. She must have sensed that someone was watching her because she stared back at me and I hastily ripped my eyes away. Just as I did, I noticed two men in suits both continuously studied me. My heart immediately sank. I tried to brush their stares away earlier as Ilsan suggested, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves but now that he had gone to the bathroom and most likely would be gone for longer to pay for the meal, I felt uncomfortable being on their radar.

Then as I attempted to calm my nerves, two Hawaiian police officers entered the restaurant and I froze in my seat. My heart sank again, this time faster until it had reached my stomach. The sight of the officers knocked my breath away and I hastily reached for my purse and coat. They glanced around and had not spotted me yet, so I speedily without hesitation and without drawing too much attention on myself walked to the register.

Ilsan waved me over as the hostess handed him his credit card, “We need to leave,” I sternly whispered.

He studied my face briefly before he scanned the restaurant, “Where?”

“Two men by the entrance.”

“You sure?” He eyed me and the expression on my face must have been enough for him. He took my hand and we rushed toward the back of the restaurant.

“Stop them!” Someone shouted and we began to run.

The employees in the kitchen were startled by our sudden appearance and halted all activities. Ilsan yelled at them to point at the back door and when no one took our situation seriously, he drew his gun. Scared into submission, a chef pointed behind himself and we rushed over to the exit.

➰

We made it back to the little condo we had rented with cash. Still, with the Professor’s plan in our minds, we acted accordingly. Leave as fast as we could. I began to pack all of the essentials. Clothes and such did not matter. The money bags and our safety was our only concern.

Ilsan paused and clutched my hands before we kissed each other. This was going to be our first separation. He reached for the bags of money and walked out of the condo.

We hid a beat-up Chevrolet Impala close to our condo, able to blend perfectly once we used it to escape. Ilsan went over to it. I had only a few minutes to throw off the authorities by destroying the condo. With the television on, I began to mess up the space we had called home and created some memories that would never leave my mind.

The mention of the heist made me halt. I stared at the television as the news anchor spoke about how the authorities had caught Seoul in Finland. My heart sank once more. I froze as my eyes were glued to the screen. Images of his arrest appeared and I whimpered at the sight of him. I did not notice that Ilsan had returned. His gentle touch eased me as I had unknowingly held my breath, We watched as the news anchor explained that one of the thieves known as Gwangju was found in a hotel room in Ankara. Jung Hoseok had a full-blown shootout with the police, unable to escape, trapped like a mouse in a maze, he shot into them well-knowing they would fire back.

“He took charge,” Ilsan whispered as he gently caressed my back. Tears began to blur my vision as the realization of losing another one of us set in, “Baby?” Ilsan said until he shook me slightly, “We don’t have time for you to break down,” he reminded, “Let’s go.”

“Yes, yes,” I murmured as I wiped away the tears.

However, the mention of the assigned cities Ilsan and I had roamed in the condo making both of us stop once more and draw our attention back on the screen. The news anchor began to explain our appearance based on the hostages’ descriptions. Soon, police sketches appeared on the screen. Ilsan and I froze as we studied the candidly accurate portraits of us. Right down to his dimples and my hairstyle the day of the heist. Still, they did not know our identities.

“Thank God,” Ilsan hissed as he took my hand and guided me out of the condo.

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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About Last Night

Pairing: Adam Driver x Reader

Word Count: 1,602

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking

Requested: Yes🥰

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“Y/N! Wake Up!”

Jessica banged on your bedroom door, rudely waking you up.

“I’m up, I’m up!” Your voice laced with annoyance.

You and Jessica had been friends for the past two years. She was a great friend, but she always had this habit of making the worst decisions, that would leave you to become the problem solver in the friendship.

Groaning, you were not a morning person. Looking over at your alarm clock it read 7:00am. Thankfully you had the next few days off. Just like clock work, you could hear two voices arguing over the Vampire Diaries. Staring at the ceiling, you were wondering why you had given your two best friends keys to your apartment, since they were constantly over every day. They were over so much, a majority of their belongings, were at your apartment, rather than theirs.

“Dude! There is absolutely Elena should’ve ended up with Stefan!” Jessica huffed out in annoyance.

“Dude!” Adam’s tone mocking Jessica’s, “Why should she end up with Damon! Stefan is better for her.”

The day had only just begun, and you were already getting a head ache. Pinching the bridge of your nose, sighing in frustration before you interjected, “Guys! Can we not do this today? The last time you two argued about the Vampire Diaries, neither of you spoke to each other for three weeks!”

Both of their heads snapping towards you.

“It wasn’t my fault!” they both replied in unison.

“I don’t care whose fault it is, I’m ending it.” You replied sassily, making your way over to the coffee pot, before Jessica said, “Someone’s crabby this morning.”

“Gee. I wonder why that is. One of my best friends banged on my door to wake up rather than waking me up like a civil human being, while the other,” you turned to glare at Adam, before continuing, “decided to strike up the age old Vampire Diaries argument.”

“You’re not wrong.” “Yeah, sorry.” They both apologized at the same time.

“Now, please tell me why, both of you are here on my weekend off.”

“That’s why were here, to pppaaarrrttyyyyyyy!” Jessica said in her best Kristen Wiig voice.

“You’ve seen Bridesmaids way too much.”

“It’s a life style. Don’t judge.”

Putting your hands up in surrender, she busted with laughter.

“Alright, peace out Bitches.”

Both you and Adam looked at each other in confusion.

“Some of us,” she started, as she made her way to collect her purse, “have to work on Fridays. Y/N, I’ll see you tonight for Girls Night. Bye, Adam.” With that Jessica, left your apartment.

“So....” you say awkwardly, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“So...” Adam said awkwardly.

Realizing you were still in your pajamas you said, “I’m gonna go, get dressed. It’s your pick today.”

“YES!” Adam maneuvered his way to the couch and made himself confortable.

Chuckling you left the kitchen. Adam was your best friend, but you also had feelings for him. He was practically your dream guy but made into reality.

Adam was an excellent actor. He was the most humble Hollywood actor you’ve ever met regardless, of him being the only actor you’ve ever met and became friends with. His successes made you over the moon. Jessica was always trying to tell you that Adam shared your feelings, but you always rejected her opinion the subject. She was your best friend and she didn’t want you to get hurt.

While you were changing, you suddenly thought of how weird Adam was being lately. Normally, he had coffee every day in a to go cup from the small mom and pop coffee shop that was down the street. The last few weeks, he’s been having coffee at your apartment or not at all.

Shoving the thought from your mind, you made your way to sit on the couch next to Adam.

“Hey.” He said a smile.

“Hey, yourself.” You replied softly.

Adam decided on Bobs Burgers, knowing that it was a favorite of yours. It didn’t take long, before you noticed his actions. He had begun leaning towards, which caused him to fulling lean on you, with his shoulder touching yours. Not wanting him to move, you didn’t say anything while smiling to yourself.

About two hours later, and a plethora of different positions on the couch, you finally settled with bunch your legs up leaning against Adams thigh. His right arm, was lazily draping over your legs. Neither of you said anything in fear of the other moving.

You weren’t sure when, but hours later you and Adam had cuddled up on the couch. He was laying behind you fast asleep, spooning you from behind with his face nuzzling your ear. Your heads resting on your extended arms, opening your eyes you saw your fingers intertwined with each other.

Suddenly, Jessica bursted through the door startling you. Adam, was still sound asleep.

“Y/N!” She whisper yelled, “he does like you!”

“Jessica!” You hissed in annoyance, “now is not the time!”

Eventually, Adam woke up and decided he should leave. Jessica kept pestering you, about how he didn’t want to leave.

After you both got ready for your ‘Girls Night’, Jessica was overwhelmed with excitement. She had been trying to get you to go out with her for week. Apparently, there was a new up and coming bar she wanted you to try out.

It was well into the night, and you were beyond Tipsy. Suddenly, Adam showed up at the bar.

“Adam!” You squealed over the music, leaping at him. Thankfully he caught you, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He was chuckling that you were drunk and beyond thrilled to see him, “Nice to see you too, Y/N.”

“Let’s get you home, yeah?”

“What about Jessica?”

“I’ll have the bartender make sure she gets a cab.”

“Okay.” You replied placing a kiss on his cheek before he put you down.

Adam was able to get you up the stairs, with minimal stumbling on your part. He considered this to be a small victory.

Leading you to your bedroom, he asked, “Do you think you can change by yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m an adult!”

Laughing at your humor even though you were drunk, he left the room so you could change. After a few minutes went by, he knocked on the door before entering. You were already, crawling into bed.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh,” he started awkwardly, “that’s my shirt.”

“Oh,” you left out softly looking down at it, “Sorry, I, Uh, could take it off if you wa-“

Before you knew it, he had your head in his hands, moving you to look up at him, while you were still on your knees. He rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing with one another. Your hands traveling up to grip his wrists desperate for his touch. Ever so slowly, he inched his face closer to yours, lips barely touching yours. They felt like velvet, with warmth radiating off of them. Kissing him, felt like everything you’ve ever imagined.

Pulling away from the soft kiss, you moved so you were under the blankets, pulling Adam with you.

“I’ve waited so long for his,” he said while cupping your cheek in his hand, “I thought you didn’t want me.” He finally said while, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’ve only wanted you Adam,” you murmured softly, “it’s always been you. I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too, Y/N. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

Adam began kissing you again, it wasn’t until his tongue was exploring your mouth that he tasted the alcohol, remembering that he had picked you up from the bar only hours ago.

Pulling back slightly from the kiss, earning a whine from you, he began, “If you remember this tomorrow, and that’s a big if, we can talk about this..” sadness was evident in his voice.

The next morning, you woke up to a cold bed. Moving your arm next to you, to search for Adam, you were met with nothing but an empty space.

Groaning, you sat up in bed and looked over to the previously occupied spot. It was barely warm, which meant he hadn’t been up much longer before you. Suddenly, the smell of coffee brewing filled the air. You moved the blankets, to retreat from bed.

Adam was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a nature documentary before you entered.

“Hey, you’re aw-mph”

You cut him off placing your lips over his, knowing he had widened eyes, you placed yourself in his lap wrapping and arm around his shoulder, while your other hand was tangeling itself into his long dark hair. Biting his bottom lip, he moaned at the sudden sensation, bringing his hands to grip your hips, pulling you closer to him. Opening his mouth, he allowed your tongue to search his mouth. Your senses were overtaken by his sent, with each inhale you could smell his soap, his shampoo, his shaving cream. It was the most delicious smell. His tongue, was gentle yet demanding. The longer we kissed, the more the world fell away, leaving just the two of us entangled in each other.

Pulling the appendage from his throat, you both were out of breath.

“We need to talk about last night,” you panted out.

“Yes,” he planted in agreement, “We do.. Would you like to go on a date sometime?”

“I’m not busy tonight,” you replied

“Great. It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

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alit0my · 4 years

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if you're still taking prompts: while in exile Booker dies some death that fucks his brain a bit and makes him lose his memories in a weird way. The team steps in to take care of him in order to prevent the secret from coming out and just care for him bc they still love him. And Booker doesn't remember them but still has FEELINGS from before. And one day he tells them all "I don't remember who any of you are, but I do know that I love you all SO MUCH" and the team is stunned and like "OH GOD"

im always taking prompts anon ;-) i hope you like this!

Andy’s cell phone rang in the middle of the night, waking the others as the ringtone blared through the small sleeping quarters. Quickly, she picked up the phone and murmured her apology to the team.

“Copley? It’s four am, what’s going on?” Andy spoke, knowing the man was on the other end. He was the only person who had the number after all.

“Andy. I’m sorry, but this couldn’t wait until morning. It’s Booker,” Copley said with an urgent tone. “He’s been injured.”

Andy sat up a bit straighter in her bed, resting against the headboard. “He’s not healing?”

The others became more awake at her words, glancing at each other in alarm. Booker was still young, there was no way he wasn’t healing.

“Somewhat. I sent him on a simple job to get intel and it went to shit,” Copley sighed. “It’s his memories, they seem to not have returned to him when he woke, and I’m worried that will cause unwanted trouble.”

Andy’s breath hitched in her throat, her grip on the burner phone tightening. “How far back does he recall?”

“He thinks he’s back in Marseille, 1800’s. Unsure of the exact year I’m afraid”

“He’s looking for his family,” Andy cursed quietly, nodding at the others to get ready to leave. “Where is he now? Do you have an address?”

“I’ll send it through. I’m also not sure if he remembers you, so I’d be weary about busting the door down and putting him on the defensive foot straight away.”

Andy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Alright, thanks Copley.”

“What’s happened?” Nicky asked, zipping up his duffel bag. Andy stood and swung her own duffel bag over her shoulder, grabbing the car keys off the bedside table.

“I’ll explain on the way.”

Sebastien stood in front of the land that once held his family home. Finding it an empty field of tall grass made him furrow his brows in confusion. Where was Claire? Louis? Michel? Jean-Pierre? Had they moved and not told him? Surely he hadn’t been away for too long to have the house pulled down and grass to grow.

He watched as groups of people walked past him, not paying him any mind. Frowning, he tried to find something he could identify in his surroundings, but came up short.

“Excuse me, can you tell me what happened to my home?” He asked a group that walked by, earning him strange looks.

“Sir, that has been a vacant block for as long as I can remember. There hasn’t been a property there for years,” One of them replied, smiling even though they were confused. Their answer only made Sebastien just as bewildered.

“What do you mean? What is the date today?”

“Um,” the stranger pulled a flat object out of their pocket and then put it back just as quickly. “27th of October, 2036.”

“20- No, that’s not-”

Something buzzed in his pocket which cut him off. He reached in, pulling out a contraption that looked familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was called. He gave the stranger his thanks as they walked off, and the thing still buzzed in his hand, so he flipped it open and brought it to his ear. It seemed like the right thing to do with the object.

“Booker?” A man’s voice came through, shocking Sebastien. How was this possible?

“Who are you? Who is Booker?” He spoke in French. “Where is my family?”

He waited impatiently before the other man replied in shaky but understandable French. “Sebastien, my apologies. I understand you might be feeling lost, but I have people on the way to help you.”

“Who? I don’t want help! I want my wife and children!” He shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

“I understand, but right now you need to get to the address I’m going to send you. Can you manage that?”

Sebastien pulled the phone away from his ear as the object buzzed once more. The address that appeared on the screen wasn’t too far from where he was.

“Sebastien?”

Bringing the phone to his ear once more, he nodded. “I-I will be there.”

Sebastien walked up to the door of the address the man had sent him, finding the key under the course mat outside. Walking into the house, he was greeted with four strangers. Halting at the entrance, fingers still gripping the doorknob tightly, he chuckled awkwardly.

“I think- I might be in the wrong place,” he stammered, the French slurring together as he rushed the words. “So sorry.”

“Nonsense,” the older woman spoke in perfect French. “Come in. We are here to help you.”

Sebastien hesitantly closed the door behind him as he stared at the group. The two men sat together on the couch, a little too close for what was normal with their knees touching. The younger woman had dark skin and tight braids falling over her shoulders, and the other woman had short hair, like his own. Sebastien blinked and shoved his shaky hands into his pockets. These people seemed familiar to him, but he didn’t know how.

“You can’t help me unless you know what happened to my family,” he whispered and cast his eyes to the floor, missing the knowing looks shared between the strangers.

“Book- Sebastien, your family is standing right in front of you.”

He looked up and scoffed. “Non, unless I gained two daughters and my wife cheated on me with darker men, you are not my family.”

He saw the man with curly hair clench his fists and the young woman clench her jaw. He had hit a nerve, but he was unaware of why.

“Okay, let’s start with our names, no? I’m Andromache,” the fair woman spoke again, gaining his attention once more. “Everyone calls me Andy.”

“Nile,” the dark woman said.

“Nicolo,” he said with a strong Italian accent.

“Yusuf,” was said with a curt nod.

None of the names brought Sebastien any closer to figuring out what the hell was happening. At his blank face, Andromache spoke once more.

“Can I ask what year you think it is?”

“1807,” he replied, and he gauged their reactions.

“Alright,” Andromache nodded, chewing at her bottom lip. “Well, we’re here to help you remember. But I think we should start with dinner?”

’Remember what?’ Sebastien thought, but nodded, which set everything into motion.

He had learned that they called him Booker. He was unsure as to why, and they refused to tell him, so he paid it no mind. They shared stories of their time together, leaving out his betrayal all those years ago, but Sebastien couldn’t remember any of it, and nothing was flashing in his mind as a reminder.

Months passed and Winter settled over France, sending chills through Sebastien’s bones even when he was seated in front of the woodfire with a woolen jumper wrapped around him. His fingers shook as he flipped the pages of the novel he was reading and he grunted in frustration, placing the book down by his side and sticking his hands out in front of him, closer to the fire to warm them.

Sebastien frowned as he absently stared at his hands in front of the flames. He remembered that he loved the cold, playing in the snow and building snowmen with his siblings, all of them returning home with noses and ears flushed red, so he couldn’t understand why he felt so cold now.

Yusuf -Joe- sat down next to him and silently offered to share the blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders. Only hesitating for a moment, Sebastien scooted closer to Joe and leant into the warmth that radiated off him, feeling the blanket wrap around his shoulders and Joe’s hand squeeze his arm.

It felt familiar, friendly, loving.

“Did we ever tell you about Russia?” Joe asked quietly, keeping his eyes on the flames. At the shake of Booker’s head, he continued. “It’s where you first died in 1812, fighting for Napoleon.”

Booker closed his eyes and tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. He felt frustrated, surely memories would have started to seep through back into his mind, but nothing ever did. Instead, he rested his head on Joe’s shoulder and snuggled closer to him.

“You.. You were hung for desertion, and you hung for three days before the Grande Armee left camp. We didn’t find you until you were nearly back to France,” Joe spoke softly, and Sebastien could listen to his voice forever. “A Russian winter can be so utterly cruel, and your immortality made you suffer over and over while your comrades succumbed to death. It is why you feel the phantom cold as you are, and a few years ago we discovered that they stop when you are cuddling with one of us as we are now.”

Sebastien thought over the new information. Fighting for Napoleon in Russia? Surely not.

He didn’t mind the cuddles though.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember any of you,” Sebastien spoke, voice breaking through it’s lack of use. He found himself not speaking much, preferring to listen to the stories his friends told him and asking questions when he got lost.

“Nonsense, Bastien.” Joe ran his hand through Sebastien’s hair softly. “We’re here to help you remember, no matter how long it takes.”

The pair had moved to the couch by the time the others had returned home from their shopping, Nile being adamant about having a big dinner for Christmas in a few days. Sebastien was curled into Joe’s side with the blanket still wrapped around them both, and he felt himself flush at the looks they got from the others.

Nicolo -Nicky, now, remember?- smiled and walked over, kissing both Joe and Sebastien on the cheek in greeting, before crouching down in front of them. “How are you doing, Bas?”

“Better. Joe is rather warm,” Sebastien replied, curling further into said man’s warmth.

“He is, isn’t he,” Nicky chuckled softly, grabbing Sebastien’s hands and rubbing his thumbs over the cool palms. “Nile is cooking dinner tonight. Don’t tell her, but I don’t have much faith in her.”

Sebastien laughed loudly before burying his face in Joe’s neck as Nile rounded the corner with a faux annoyed look on her face. “Hey! I’m a good cook!”

Nicky moved to sit on Sebastien’s other side, and rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m sure you are, Nile. That soup you made a few weeks ago was seriously under seasoned.”

“How dare you! Never in my life would I have imagined a white man telling me I’ve under seasoned my food!” Nile scoffed, but it had become their thing to tease the other about their dinners, so Sebastien didn’t intervene. He had each and every dynamic sorted out by now, and he knew this was playful.

He felt warmth blossom from his chest as he watched them interact, playfully jabbing at the use of spices and ingredients in Nile’s failed soup attempt, and a grin spread across his lips. Sebastien truly felt at home with these people, they made him feel safe and happy and were always there for him.

He didn’t let himself think that maybe it was because of his memories no longer being with him. He didn’t want to tarnish the few months they’ve had together by believing they didn’t want to be around him.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a dishtowel hitting him flush in the face. “Hey!”

“Sorry Book! I was aiming for Nicky!” Nile laughed as the towel fell short when he threw it back to her. Andy had joined them in the room, opting to sit on the armrest of the single recliner with a glass of water in her hands. Sebastien didn’t know what it was about the woman that drew these deep feelings out of him, but he didn’t shy away from them. He didn’t shy away from anything he was feeling towards this little group he found himself in.

“You good?” Andy asked across the room, making eye contact with the Frenchman. Sebastien thought for a moment, going back to how he fit into this little family, and he nodded, smiling as Nile entered the room with a tray of biscuits.

“I may not remember who any of you are, but I do know that I love you all, so very much.”

Weeks passed and Sebastien -non, Booker- still remembered the looks on his family’s faces as he told them he loves them. The amount of tears spilled that night would have filled the Seine, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. They had ended up in a dogpile on the couch, holding each other close and whispering words of affirmation to each other, promises were made and love was shared.

Waking up the next morning with a stiff neck but surrounded by the four most important people in his life was worth it.

Booker woke with a jolt, breathing heavy as he orientated himself. Still surrounded by four bodies, all still and silent, he closed his eyes again and took a few deep breaths. His dream was strange to say the least, with all five of them shooting their way out of an extremely white building, with flashes of being strapped to a plinth in a lab fighting to stay in Booker’s recollection. What on earth had happened?

“Book? Are you okay?” Nicky whispered as he shifted by his side. “Hey, you’re safe.”

“I know, I know, I just.. I had a weird dream,” Booker whispered back, shimmying a hand out from the blanket that was still wrapped around himself and Joe, to rub at his face.

“Tell me?”

Booker paused. “We were fighting in a building. It was really white and there were a lot of corridors, and so many bodies. I’m getting flashes of us strapped down to tables also,” he stopped as he gauged Nicky’s face, which had turned sour. “W-What did I do?”

He heard a soft curse from his other side which drew his attention to Andy. “Of course the one thing you remember is the worst possible,” she mumbled and sat up.

“What did I do?” Booker repeated. If he had caused them pain, then that changed everything.

“Something that you have already paid for,” Nicky grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “It was a painful yet brief moment in our lives, but you need not worry about it anymore.”

Booker frowned but nodded. He didn’t want to argue so he kept his mouth shut, but that didn’t stop him from searching his brain for answers.

The team had taken up a job from Copley, who Booker discovered was the man who had called him that day in Marseille, and were infiltrating a small terrorist hideout. It was meant to be easy; a stakeout had meant that no resistance should have been present when they attacked, but alas, nothing is ever that easy.

Upon extraction, they had been ambushed by a few terrorists who had returned, and all hell broke loose. Bullets flew through the air and swords hacked away at bodies, and they almost made it out without a casualty.

Almost.

Booker was shot in the chest and went down. He felt the warmth spread under his clothes and he dropped to his knees, feeling dizzy and the world went black.

Joe cursed and pulled Booker’s body into an alcove, hiding them from the gunfire. Joe had his gun in his hands, half watching Booker and half looking for any threats coming their way. Andy had reached their location and stood guard as Nile and Nicky joined them, guns still raised in case they had to use them.

Joe grabbed Booker’s hand and squeezed it, praying silently for his friend’s return to life. He waited anxiously and glanced at Nicky, who had the same look of despair on his face. Joe counted the minutes, praying harder as it went over five.

“C’mon, Booker,” Andy whispered, nudging the man’s arm with her boot gently. “You’re still in this game with me, remember?”

A moment passes, and with a gasp the Frenchman sucked in a breath and opened his eyes, frantically searching for his family. Not needing to look far, he immediately calmed at the sight of them altogether.

“Hey,” he grinned, looking at them all. “Hey Boss.”

Andy let out a strangled sound and knelt down beside him, encasing him in the tightest hug he thinks he’s ever received from her.

“You asshole. It’s not your fault but you’re an asshole,” she mumbled as they pulled away. “Is everything back? Do you remember everything?”

Booker nodded as he quickly ran through his brain, picking out key moments in his life that shaped him for the better and for the worse. “I’m all here, Boss.”

Booker had the breath knocked out of him as Joe hugged him tight, and he laughed softly, returning it in earnest.

“If all you had to do was die to get your memories back I would have shot you myself!” Joe huffed as he pulled away, smiling as he picked up his gun that was dropped by his feet.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” Nile interrupted. “But we’re in the middle of a terrorist camp. Can we have a happy reunion when we are, I don’t know, safe?”

Booker laughed and stood with the help of Joe and Nicky and he raised his rifle, fighting with the team seamlessly as they escaped the compound.

Back at the safehouse, they showered each other in tight hugs and shared memories and alcohol, toasting to their love for one another as they drank the night away.

Available on AO3 also: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26527225

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cpd5021 · 4 years

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Welcome Home

Welcome back to another one shot Wednesday! This prompt was sent in by @castleporthq and was one I was super excited to write. It is set in season 8.

“Confession of feelings/love”

Jay stood under the arrival sign at the airport. Today was finally the day he was getting his partner back. Hailey had called him yesterday, as soon as she had found out that her stint in New York was finally up. He had asked for her flight information, stating he would pick her up but she had brushed him off and told him she would just grab a cab. Of course he wasn’t about to let that be the case so he pushed and eventually she conceded, sending him her gate and afternoon arrival time via text. Hailey, and Vanessa and Adam, if he was being honest, had teased him about wanting to be the one to pick her up. Hailey had joked about how he must have missed her pretty bad to want to be the one battling airport traffic and Jay had blown it off, rambling something about unnecessary cab fare. In reality though, he had missed her. A lot. Jay had felt a shift in their relationship after he woke up after being shot and he knew, or rather hoped, she had wanted to tell him something in his hospital room when she had come to pick him up. Of course, Jay and his phone had ruined the moment and despite his attempt to get her to talk, she had blown it off. Jay hadn’t brought up that moment since it happened, neither had Hailey, but the look in her eyes that day was something that kept him awake at night. Over the weeks that followed his incident, they had fallen back into an easy rhythm as partners, but there was something else coursing between them that he just couldn’t put his finger on. On multiple occasions he had caught Vanessa staring at him, a seemingly knowing look in her eyes. It usually happened when she busted him talking to Hailey on the phone or sending her a text. She had even smirked at him the day she noticed Hailey’s stack of mail on his desk, awaiting her return. He had half a mind to ask her what she knew, because he felt totally lost in the situation and she seemed to have it all figured out. He knew her and Hailey were close and there were day’s he was tempted to ask her if Hailey talked about him at all, but that felt a little to juvenile for his liking so he refrained. Jay glanced at his watch, noting the time and that Hailey’s plane should be landing right about now. He paced back and forth along the wall of windows, trying to catch a glimpse of her aircraft. He forced himself to take a deep breath, suddenly realizing that his nerves were on edge. Noting the sweat that had gathered on his palms as he anticipated her arrival, Jay rubbed his hands against his thighs. He took another breath, surprised by his current state and then turned when he heard his name being called over the crowds.

“Jay!” Hailey repeated again, a huge grin plastered on her face as she lugged a large black suitcase behind her. He immediately reciprocated her smile and jogged over to greet her. They weren’t the touchy-feely type of friends, in fact, Jay could count on one hand the number of times he had actually touched her. But something about her smile and the fact that after three extremely long weeks she was standing in front of him caused Jay to throw caution to the wind and reach his arms out for a hug. Without hesitation, and to his happy surprise, Hailey threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her waist and before he could stop himself, he lifted her off the ground, holding her as close as possible. The night she had told him she was leaving, all Jay could picture was Erin leaving him for New York and never getting that closure. He knew it was a completely different situation with Hailey and that she had no real need to tell him she was leaving, but she had. And with a promise she would be back. He had replayed her words again and again, her promise getting him through the long lonely nights after his shifts were they would have normally met for drinks or watched some crappy television together to relax. He wanted to feel her against him, her weight in his arms, to somehow prove to himself that she was really here in front of him. He held her a few seconds longer and then set her down, she stepped back, hands lingering against his forearms and he smiled at the slight blush spreading across her cheeks. He could feel his own face flush and cleared his throat, hoping to break the suddenly thick air.

“Um..welcome back!” He said, giving her a cheesy grin. “here, let me take that.” Jay reached behind her, grabbing the handle of her suitcase and turning to lead them out of the airport.

“It’s so good to be back.” Hailey smiled, falling in step beside him. They wound their way through the terminal, finally reaching the glass doors leading back out into the cool Chicago afternoon. Jay tugged her luggage all the way to his truck, easily picking it up and tossing it in the bed. They climbed into the vehicle and Jay quickly started it up and began to merge his way into the airport traffic. Once they got back on the expressway, Jay set his cruise control and glanced over to Hailey. She sat, staring out his window as the city came into view, with a huge smile on her face.

“Nothing like New York huh?” He said, eyes scanning the skyline ahead of them.

“No way, Chicago is way better. The vibe, the food, the people...” Hailey trailed off, her eyes darting over to him before she dipped her head down sheepishly. She recovered quickly and her gaze returned to the city before them.

“Yeah, Trudy really missed you.” Jay teased, earning himself a chuckle from her.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s been eagerly awaiting my return.” Hailey retorted with an eye roll.

“Oh for sure! I heard she even had a countdown set on her phone.” Jay continued, enjoying their banter and immediately feeling at ease. She was back and he was loving every minute of it.

“Are we talking about Trudy here or you?” Hailey’s reply threw him off guard and he found himself stumbling over what to say next. He risked a glance over to her and saw that the slight blush was back on her cheeks, eyes looking anywhere but him.

“I mean, it did kind of suck without you here. Adam just isn’t the same as you are. Definitely lacks that chipper morning attitude.” Jay teased, trying to break the awkwardness in the air.

“Oh I know all about Adam in the morning’s” Hailey replied, instantly pursing her lips and shutting her eyes at the double way her words could be interpreted. “I just meant...like at work..he’s a grump...” She stammered, sounding like she wanted to be talking about anything else right now.

“I know what you meant.” Jay let her off the hook with a smile, pushing down the slight sting her words made him feel. He, of course, had known about their relationship, but for some reason the mention of it now left a bitter taste in his mouth. They fell into a somewhat awkward silence as Jay approached their exit, pointing them back towards the city. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Hailey busied herself with her phone, typing out a short message and smiling with whatever she received in return. His heart skipped a beat then, realizing that maybe she had met someone in New York and that’s who she was texting. He loved to see her smile but suddenly the thought of someone else causing it made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. “Vanessa know you’re back yet?” Jay asked, hoping his prod for other information wasn’t too obvious.

“Yeah, I text her when I landed. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t started blowing my phone up yet. I’m pretty sure she was trying to set up a surprise welcome back party but I think I talked her out of it.” Hailey glanced over towards him, looking for confirmation that she had in fact talked the younger officer out of a surprise party. Jay gripped the wheel again, feigning focus on the road ahead of them and blatantly avoiding her stare. “Jay....” She said his name slowly, shifting in her seat to face him directly.

“Define...party?” Jay risked a look her way and was immediately met with a scowl. Vanessa had in fact attempted to plan a big welcome back party for Hailey’s return but Jay had managed to convince her just grabbing some beers at Molly’s would be more Hailey’s style. “Just Molly’s and just some drinks.” Jay explained when she continued to glare at the side of his face. Hailey let out a huff and flopped back into her seat.

“I love her, I do...but she’s a bit much sometimes.” Hailey sighed, not really annoyed with Vanessa, just tired after her travels.

“You should have seen the balloon banner I talked her out of.” Jay teased, causing Hailey to smile.

“Balloons?” She asked, squinting her eyes at him in mock disbelief.

“Massive. And shiny. I also think I talked her out of the glitter bombs too.” He sent her a smug smile and laughed when he saw her eyes bug out at the thought.

“My hero.” Hailey smiled, sending his heart racing.

“Yeah yeah.” Jay shrugged, trying to play it off. “She’s at work for a few more hours so at least you’ll have a little reprieve.”

“Thank god.” Hailey chuckled, rubbing her eyes and looking tired. “All I want to do is take a hot shower.” She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. The sound of her stomach growling filled the truck then, causing them both to laugh. “And eat apparently.” She chuckled.

“I did promise you some Bartoli’s.” Jay smiled, remembering their phone conversation.

“You did.” Hailey replied, looking suddenly more awake. “Do you care if we just have it delivered? I really do need to shower.”

“Works for me.” Jay agreed, finally nearing her house. Once he pulled in, Jay hoped out and grabbed her luggage while Hailey went to unlock the door. He hauled it up to her front steps and then lingered in the doorway feeling suddenly awkward. Hailey raised her eyebrows at him questioningly, taking in his sudden nervous appearance. “I can just go pick it up. So you can shower..” Jay trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You don’t have to leave just so I can shower.” She laughed at him, kicking her shoes off and heading into the kitchen. “Just order it and then grab a beer, there should be some in the fridge unless Vanessa finished them off.” Jay nodded and pulled out a stool from under her island, grabbing his phone and bringing up the number. He didn’t need a menu, they always got the same thing. Hailey smiled, looking satisfied that he was finally relaxing and turned to head upstairs. Jay’s eyes followed after her until she disappeared from view. He let out a breath and then dialed the number. Once that task was done, he stood and made his way over to her refrigerator, pulling it open and pulling out the promised beer. Jay returned to his perch by her island, cracking open the bottle and scrolling through his phone while he awaited her return. A solid twenty minutes passed before he heard pad back into the kitchen. Jay looked up from his phone and instantly had to swallow hard. He had seen her in non-work clothes plenty of times before, he was sure he had even seen her in her most ragged sweats at some point or another. But something about her breezing into the kitchen, wet hair draping over her shoulders, a loose white t-shirt hanging dangerously low off her shoulder and a pair of tight black leggings did something to him. He shifted uncomfortably on his stool and hoped she wouldn’t notice. Hailey ventured over to grab her own beer before joining him at the counter. She took a sip as her eyes met him, a quizzical look within them as she took in his face.

“Everything okay?” She asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Fine.” He pursed his lips, shaking his head and hoping to play it off. Before Hailey could push further, because he knew she would, her doorbell rang. She jumped up to answer it, returning a few minutes later with a pizza box in hand. She grabbed some napkins out of a drawer and then nodded towards the couch.

“I only have a little while to be home before I get dragged back out again. I want to enjoy it while I can.” She gave him a smirk and headed to sit down. He followed her, settling onto the opposite side of the couch and they fell into a comfortable silence while they enjoyed their meal. After they had each finished off a few slices, Jay stood and brought them each another beer.

“Maybe if we pregame a little, it won’t be so hard to get you back out to Molly’s” He teased, handing her the bottle.

“On the contrary, the more tipsy you get me the more comfortable I’ll be.” Hailey countered with a smile.

“If I wanted you tipsy, I’d have grabbed the tequila.” Jay finished his retort with a wink. The slight blush that spread across her cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by Jay, but he told himself it was just the alcohol kicking in.

“Oh tequila is definitely happening tonight.” Hailey challenged, seemingly recovered from whatever made her blush. Jay sipped on his beer, taking in her appearance and feeling a smile reach his mouth. He tried to cover it with his bottle but she saw right through him, the blush on her cheeks deepening with whatever she saw in his eyes. Jay knew he should probably look away but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “What?” She finally broke the silence, speaking timidly as he continued to stare.

“I’m just glad you’re home.” Jay smiled wholeheartedly then, his heart fluttering in his chest as he continued to stare at her. He took in her ocean blue eyes, the slight sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks and nose, they way her hair curled softly against her neck as it dried. He glanced at her hand grasping the brown bottle, the way her fingers delicately caressed it’s neck even though he knew first hand how strong her hands actually were. His eyes traveled from her hand back up to meet her eyes and when she smiled at him, looking mildly embarrassed under his blatant inspection, something inside him clicked. Suddenly, the shift that had happened that day in the hospital room, the unnameable tension that had been simmering even before that, and the simmering of feelings he just couldn’t put his finger on....suddenly they all made sense. It was love. He, Jay Halstead, was in love with his partner. He swallowed hard at the realization, blinking a few times and shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts, the whole time his eyes never left hers. He watched as she studied him now, as she saw the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. There was a new look in her eyes. An unspoken hope. And it made his heart threaten to beat out of him chest. Jay wasn’t sure how long they sat there, silently staring at each other, neither ready to be the first one to speak. Somehow though, despite the fact that neither one of them had said a word, Jay knew that they were thinking the same thing. He was sure the look in her eyes matched his and it was one he had seen in her eyes before, all those months ago in the hospital. Hailey’s phone, laying on the coffee table beside them, let out a shrill ring and caused both of them to jump. Hailey blushed again, giving him a sheepish grin as she leaned forward to grab it.

“Hey V, what’s up?” Hailey’s voice was thick and he detected a slight tremble in her words. She swallowed hard, blinking a few times and breaking their eye contact. “Yea I’m home. I’m pretty tired, not sure I should go out tonight.” Hailey rolled her eyes and he could hear Vanessa protesting loudly that she was almost there and that Hailey didn’t have a choice in the matter. Hailey sent him a sheepish grin, knowing she wasn’t going to win this fight. With a sigh, she conceded and hung up the phone. “Vanessa is demanding I come with her to Molly’s, imagine that.” Hailey chuckled slightly, the room still thick with tension.

“Hey, I had noting to do with it.” Jay held his hands up in mock surrender. “Where is she at?” He wondered if he should try to broach the subject now or if it would be better to wait. Before Hailey could answer, they heard the younger woman rushing through the front door.

“Ahhh, welcome back!” Vanessa jogged happily into the living room, not even giving Hailey the chance to stand up before she plowed her into the couch in a hug. Hailey let out an ‘oof’ with the sudden weight of Vanessa on top of her and Jay couldn’t help but laugh. It was almost as if Vanessa hadn’t realized Jay was even there because she quickly stood up and gave him a grin. “She’s back!” She announced and Jay laughed again.

“I know.” He replied, feigning her level of excitement. “I was just leaving, I’ll let you two catch up.” He stood, nodding towards Vanessa before giving Hailey a knowing smile.

“I’m dragging her to Molly’s, she needs a night out.” Vanessa announced proudly. Jay smiled, knowing that was the last thing Hailey wanted right now but the younger woman’s enthusiasm was cute.

“I’d join but I’m meeting the guys at O’Malley’s for the hockey game.” He sent Vanessa a wink, having successfully executed their earlier plan to surprise Hailey. He had known that Hailey would catch on before Vanessa actually had the chance to surprise her, but she was so excited that Jay couldn’t burst her bubble. Hailey played along, giving Jay a small wave from the couch before he turned to leave. Jay made his way out to his truck, settling inside and letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Originally, he had been excited to take Hailey out to Molly’s, to let her see everyone and catch up. But now, he felt selfish as he wanted nothing more than to have her to himself for the rest of the evening so they could talk. Something had just happened between them, whether words were exchanged or not. With a sigh, Jay started up his truck and pointed towards Molly’s where he knew the rest of the unit would be waiting.

*******

Almost an hour had passed since Jay left Hailey’s house. He had driven slowly over to Molly’s, taking the long way to give himself some extra time to clear his mind. Now, he sat at the bar, flanked by Kevin and Will on either side. Kevin was chatting away with Adam over something Jay had long since lost focus on. Will, who had just joined them, ordered himself a beer and then turned towards Jay, giving him a funny look.

“Something’s...different.” Will stated, taking his beer and bringing it to his lips.

“Not sure what you mean.” Jay shrugged, taking his own sip. He was trying to pace himself, having already had two beers at Hailey’s.

“Mhmm, something’s definitely off.” Will leaned in closer as if he was examining Jay. Jay gave him another shrug and tried to play it cool. Will looked as if he was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Adam and Kevin hollering loudly as Vanessa and Hailey entered the bar. Jays heart raced at the sight of her, his eyes instantly meeting hers across the room. He took in her appearance as they approached. Her long blonde hair still drapes over her shoulders, though it had completely dried now. She had changed into a pair of jeans and had added a denim button up over the white shirt he had seen her in earlier. As the two women got closer, he could tell she had even applied a little makeup, not that she needed it. Jay fought hard to keep the massive grin threatening to spread across his face at bay, but still gave her a warm smile as she finally reached him.

“Hockey game huh?” She asked, playing along still for Vanessa’s sake.

“Busted.” Jay smiled at her, taking a swig from his beer as he stood up. Jay shifted and threw what he hoped would appear to be a friendly arm over her shoulders, giving her a gentle shake before he let her go. “Welcome back Upton.” The smile she gave him sent his heart racing again but thankfully Adam piped up that they had grabbed a table for everyone. Kim and Platt made their way over to join them and even Voight made an appearance. Jay watched as Hailey’s good mood and big smile faltered slightly when their sergeant approached but as Voight pulled her into a sideways embrace she seemed to relax.

“Good to have you back Hailey.” Voight gave her a nod and Jay knew the look the two shared told Hailey that she was in for a conversation with Voight before she could come back to work. Voight turned his attention to the rest of the group and Hailey turned to give Jay a halfhearted smirk. Jay knew she was replaying the argument she and Voight had had before she left, although it was more of a one sided screaming match and he hated how it had affected her. He fully agreed that Hailey had needed someone to intervene and that she was headed down a dangerous path. Jay had tried to help her but hadn’t realized just how far she had gone. He was thankful that Voight had given her the opportunity to right herself but he still felt a pang of heartbreak knowing how Voight’s actions had triggered memories from her childhood. Luckily, that was behind them now and Hailey was back with them, back with Jay, and he couldn’t be happier. The conversation flowed easily between the group, Hailey being asked a million different questions and happily answering all of them. Voight and Platt had left them shortly after they had arrived and now just the unit remained. Jay and Hailey, both wrapped up in separate conversations, kept managing to catch each others gaze and each time Jay had to force a huge grin off his face. He wanted nothing more than to take her home and have a proper discussion with her, to confirm that she was on the same page as him and did in fact feel the same way. But something in the way she was looking at him was all the confirmation he needed for now. Hailey kept up the conversation, doing her best to answer everyone's inquiries about life in New York while fighting back yawn after yawn. Eventually, she gave up. Letting out a huge yawn and stretching on her seat.

“Alright guys, I think I’m calling it a night. I’m exhausted and these beers are going to catch up quick.” They all groaned, Vanessa protesting the loudest. Hailey shrugged and made to stand up but Adam quickly halted her actions.

“Wait, we at least have to do one shot.” Before she could stop him, he jogged over to the bar and she sat back down with a sigh of defeat.

“Well, you did say tequila was definitely happening tonight.” Jay teased, giving her a wink.

“Yeah yeah...” Hailey laughed. “I’m totally going to have to call an Uber though. No way she’s leaving any time soon.” Hailey nodded over towards Vanessa who was challenging Kevin to a game of pool. Adam returned with a tray of shot glasses in hand. He passed them around to everyone and they all toasted ‘to Hailey’ before they tossed it back one by one. Jay grimaced as the burn from the liquor traveled down his throat, feeling thankful he had paced himself and would still be able to drive. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hailey pulling out her phone, presumably to call for a ride. Without thinking, he laid his hand over hers to stop her. The second their hands met a heat shot through him and he found himself swallowing hard once again. Hailey gave him a questioning look and Jay leaned in closer.

“I’ll be your Uber. I haven’t drank that much.” He smiled when she easily agreed and then they both stood and said goodbye to the group. He followed her outside, the two falling into an easy pace on the way to his truck. By the time they rounded the corner of the building, Jay wasn’t sure if the tequila was kicking in or if he was really just that impatient, but he reached out to stop her just before they reached the truck. She instantly turned to face him, another questioning look in her eyes.

“Hailey...I gotta say something before we go anywhere...” He stammered, his throat suddenly tight with nerves.

“Jay..you don’t have too say anything..” She smiled up at him and he saw the hopeful look return to her eyes.

“No I do, I need to tell you....” He trailed off, a million words racing through his head as he struggled to find the right ones. He took a step closer to her, hoping that maybe it would help him focus. If anything, it did the opposite. He knew what he wanted to say, he just wasn’t sure how to say it.

“Jay...” Hailey all but whispered, her eyes holding his. He took another step closer, heart racing impossibly faster. He proceeded slowly, searching her face for any hint that she wanted him to stop, that he was reading this all wrong. But he couldn’t find anything there to stop him. He took another step, effectively closing the gap between them. The look in her eyes was sending him over the edge and he was sure he was about to explode.

“Hailey..I..” His words failed him once again but a different kind of confidence rose within him and he slowly raised his hand, bringing it gently against her cheek. She pressed into it, her warmth instantly spreading up his arm. He stared into her eyes and she was silently telling him this was okay. Without any further hesitation, Jay dipped his head down and pressed his lips into her soft ones. He had always thought the stories of people seeing fireworks when they kissed was a load of crap, but the second her lips met his he could have sworn sparks exploded within him. It was slow at first, timid as they each began to move against the other. He felt her hands rest on his chest before the slowly snaked up behind his neck. She applied a gentle pressure there, pulling him closer to her and he carefully deepened the kiss. He kept one hand on her cheek and let his other find her waist. Time stopped as they continued to kiss but eventually they both needed to come up for air. Hailey smiled up at him, biting her lower lip and sending a different kind of heat racing through him. He grinned down at her and he was sure he looked like a complete idiot right now but he didn’t care.

“I love you Jay.” Her words were quiet but sure and he knew she had felt this way for a while now. He had too, when he thought about it. But he had been so against the idea of love after his previous failed relationships that he didn’t realize that’s what he had been feeling towards her all along. It was different with her, it always had been. And he knew this would be different too. That it would be good and all the things he had been missing before.

“I love you too.” He told her before closing the gap and drawing her into another kiss.

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #halstead and upton #jay halstead #hailey upton #halstead #jay x hailey #upstead #upton

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Weapon Hex

Chapter 1: The Runaways Run Away

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally Requested by: @amateurwriterbigdreamer

A/N: love that Onawa was requested to be in this! I’m not giving her a huge part until she turns into a villain so that it’s centered around Y/N for now! These are all gonna be short chapters since there’s not a whole ass movie to cover. Hope you like it!

“I said no!” You yelled at the STAR Labs scientist, who had been trying to hook up a machine to you, to observe your brain waves. The other kids you had escaped the Reach with were watching from across the room, waiting for instructions. They watched with their eyes wide in fear and concern as the scientist cornered you.

“Y/N, you have to calm down.” He told you calmly, despite the annoyed tone of his voice.

You crouched in a defensive stance, snarling at him to tell him to back off. Two security guards grabbed your arms, and you thrashed in their hold, warning them to let you go. Your heart rate began to pick up as they held you down, and the scientist picked up a needle. You knew the drug wouldn’t work on you, none of them did, but you had to act like it would.

Your plan was to be calm and act out of it once they “sedated” you, so that they wouldn’t see you as dangerous. Then, once their guard was down, you’d attack.

“No! Stop!” You yelled as the needle stuck into your arm, and you slowly pretended to get tired. You made your eyes droop and breathed very slowly, so that when he checked your pulse it would be at the rate it should be with sedation in your veins.

“Put her in a straight jacket.” The scientist ordered a guard.

“You can’t do that!” Virgil Hawkins stood up.

“That’s way out of line!” Tye Longshadow glared at the scientist.

“She’s far too dangerous.”

“She obviously doesn’t want your help. You can’t just force her to do stuff!” Eduardo Dorado Jr. snapped. The scientist ignored him as the guards put your arms in a straight jacket, then sat you down in the last chair. You pretended to be half asleep, but when no one was looking you winked at the other 6 kids before they were called over. You shut your eyes and your head fell back against the wall, you figured you’d might as well rest. Your thoughts wandered to your father, and the horror stories about Stryker and the Weapon X program.

Your father was James Howlett, AKA The Wolverine, and your mother was Jean Grey, another X-Man. She had died half a year ago, destroyed by the Phoenix Force. You had run away from the X-Mansion because of it. You were treated different by the other kids, and even your team, Excalibur. Nightcrawler, Gambit, Rogue, Colossus, Lockheed, even your best friend, Kitty Pryde, treated you differently than before the Phoenix killed your mother. They treated you as if you’d turn on them any second. As if you’d attack them. As if you were an animal. A monster.

Your father had become even more distant and angry than before, which was something you didn’t think was possible. You didn’t know how to comfort him, and he didn’t know how to comfort you. Nobody was there for you while you grieved for your mother, and you felt feared and unwanted. So, to make things easier for them, you left. You planned to just wander, maybe even steal a motorcycle and follow in your fathers footsteps. You had been waiting for a bus when the Reach kidnapped you. When you woke up, voices were talking in your head. You were terrified, but then you heard your mothers voice. Whether it was actually her or just your subconscious, you didn’t know, but she helped you control the other voices. You were extremely intelligent, so it didn’t take long for you to get the hang of telepathy. When you finally escaped, you were put back into more testing. It made you anxious and panicky, since you knew what happened to your father and many mutants when they were tested on. You remembered the mutants that died being experimented on by Trask, and the lifelong trauma it brought your father.

“If we let you out, do you think you can handle getting some food without throwing a fit?” A security guard asked you, mocking you as if you were a child.

You lifted your head and nodded slowly, manipulating his mind to think your pupils were dilated, a sign of sedation. Once he was satisfied he unbuckled the straight jacket and helped you up, but you convinced him you could walk on your own. You walked out to the hallway and stopped at a corner, watching the others who were listening to Eduardo Jr and Eduardo Sr arguing very loudly. They looked away when he storms out, slamming the door.

“Uh...we should get lunch while we have time.” Virgil suggested.

“This is so messed up.” Tye snapped. “STAR is as bad as the Reach and worse than home.”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” Onawa Longshadow, who you figured out was his sister, mumbled.

“But STAR wants to help us.” Neut, some other escapee said quietly.

“Whatever, Neut. I just know I can’t take much more of this.” Tye said through his teeth.

“You won’t have to. Cause we’re busting out. Tonight.” Virgil says with determination. This perks your attention, so you walks towards them.

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Eduardo asked. “This place is a fortress.”

“You’ll need me.”

They all spin around and see you, perfectly awake and not sedated at all.

“You faked it, didn’t you?” Tye asked you, grinning.

“That’s what he said.” Virgil whispered, Eduardo snickering while Tye rolled his eyes.

“Drugs and medicine don’t work on me.” You shook your head. “The doctors are idiots.”

“Is that your metahuman gene?” Eduardo asked.

“No. That’s my X-Gene.” You shake your head as you looked around to make sure there’s no guards spying on you guys.

“Wait...” Tye mumbled. “I thought you were a telepath?”

“Holy shit! You’re like Wolverine, right? With a healing factor!” Virgil exclaimed.

“What?” A guard overheard from the other hallway. You rolled your eyes and erased the last few seconds from his mind, then created a “mind link” with the others, translating for Asami at the same time. Not Neut though, you knew he wanted to stay and report you. So you erased his mind as well.

‘Don’t yell. Talk to me through this.’ You ordered as you all started walking towards the cafeteria. ‘Yes, Wolverine is my father. My X-Gene developed when I was little, but the Reach activated my meta gene as well.’

‘No fair, so you’ve got like, a hundred powers?’ Virgil asked.

‘Can you even count? She’s got two.’ Onawa rolled her eyes.

‘So you know how to get us out of here?’ Tye asked. He seemed to be the most restless and adamant about leaving, which you took note of.

‘We leave tonight. I’ll take care of everything.’

•

“Please, tell me you're not serious about running. Running, escaping, whatever you want to call it, we're gone. This is serious. I nearly blew up Central City. My powers may be gone now, but what if they come back, you know, escalate out of control all over again? What if your powers escalate? Dude, you can't control them now. Look, I know Wilcox is a pain. STAR is a pain, but they're trying to keep us safe. Or at least keep the world safe from us.” Neut tried to reason with you.

“I’m outta here..” Virgil scoffed as you led him towards the door.

“Oh yeah.” Tye nodded, his sister following behind.

“Adios.” Eduardo waved to Neut.

“Are you coming Sam?” You asked her.

“I think so?” She tilted her head.

“That might mean yes.” Tye and Eduardo both led her towards you.

You spun around when alarms suddenly blared, and you saw Neut at some control panel.

“Sorry. But I can’t let you do this.” Neut narrowed his eyes.

“Bold of you to assume you were letting us in the first place, punk!” Onawa glared at him, starting to charge at him before her brother tugged her back.

“Let’s go!” You shouted at them, rushing down the hallway. Virgil and Eduardo sprinted ahead of you, right at the door. Virgil tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“The alarms put the whole place on lockdown!” Virgil alerted you.

“Great! Now what?” Tye asked.

“No idea.” Virgil admitted.

“Well what was your escape plan?” Eduardo asked.

“Uh...I didn’t really come up with one.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. “Y/N, weren’t you supposed to be in charge here?”

“I am. Just wait for it.” You told them. You knew guards would be at every exit any minute, and you wanted to show them something.

“Ed? Can you teleport us out?” Virgil asked, trying to figure out why you were just standing there staring down the hall.

“Haven't you been paying attention? I can only teleport myself and only along sight lines. Which makes escaping from a windowless, locked hallway somewhat difficult!” Eduardo shouted, accent becoming thicker in his anger.

“No problem! Tye can do his thing, right?” Virgil turned to Tye.

“Wrong! I can’t control ‘my thing’! It just happens!” Tye shook his head.

“Onawa? Can you do some magic or something?”

“No way! If I try to tear apart the door I could tear you apart too! I don’t have control yet, you-“ Onawa opened her mouth to say some god awful curse.

“That’s enough.” Tye smacked her arm.

“Look out!” Asami pointed.

You grinned when some guards ran up, channeling your inner Wolverine.

“You kids need to come with us!” A guard warned.

“Don’t think so.” Eduardo said darkly.

You charged at the guards, finally sheathing your claws. You made sure to not cut any vital parts, only making flesh wounds to keep them down. You snarled at them, baring your sharp teeth. Once they were all down, you turned around and charged towards the others. They all jumped aside as you went for the door, easily tearing through the layers of metal. You retracted your claws, standing straight and feeling your shoulders and back crack loudly. You turned around, everyone staring at you in shock and fear.

“Let’s go.” You say calmly, before running off into the night.

#weapon hex #tye longshadow x howlett! reader #tye longshadow x reader #tye longshadow #onawa longshadow #the runaways #yj runaways #dc #young justice #request

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daughterofthehighlands · 4 years

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This is my first time writing in the PD world, but this story came out of nowhere and demanded to be written (it happens when you fall asleep reading fanfiction guess). It is also un-betaed. This story is also outside of what I normally write, and is a difficult subject.

Trigger warning child trafficking, nothing graphic.

I own nothing.

JHJH

Kim Burgess climbed into the passenger seat of Detective Jay Halstead's truck, as Hailey Upton started the vehicle.

Looking over at the blond, Kim noticed the bloodshot, rimmed eyed and sighed, knowing that this was going to be harder than it already was.

The team had been called in to investigate possible child abuse at a local school.

It turned out that the abuse was actually trafficking of kids in foster care.

They would be assigned to certain families, stay for a few weeks, then disappear from the distict, school officials being told the children were found permanent homes or were placed with family.

They sent Jay in, undercover, as a gym teacher for the 3rd graders, and where there were 6 kids who were in four different homes.

Jay had become a trusted figure to the children when one girl came to him with a story of a 'brother' that had been taken by a stranger at night and not seen again. The little girl then went missing from school, and her foster sister said that that same stranger had taken her.

Adam Ruzek finally found the missing piece; a Jennifer Winslow worked for the adoption services and had links to black market trading of children. She found families that would take the children and then sent one of the thugs to pick up the child. The parents none the wiser of what was going on, since they were sent by Ms. Winslow and had the badge of the adoption agency.

Jay had called Voight, and had told him his suspicions, adding that he was at the home where 9 kids had gone missing from.

When they had arrived, they found Jay's car door open and blood on the seat.

Now, they were in the process of locating the missing children and hoping that Halstead would be found with them.

Fifteen hours had passed, when they finally got a viable lead, and now they were bringing the children home.

JHJH

Jay woke up to a splitting headache, his shoulder killing him and his hands tied behind his back. He heard the sobs of children and slowly took in his surroundings.

They were in a large horse trailer, if the hay and smell was anything to go by, and they were moving.

JHJH

Hailey was so focused on trying to reach her partner, she was barely paying attention to the tractor in front of them.

"Hailey! Look out!" Kim yelled, reaching for the handle above the door and bracing herself against the dash.

Hailey slammed on the breaks, the bumper of Jay's truck millimeters from the back tire of the truck in front of them. Traffic at a standstill, due to the roadblock that had been set up to check all tractor/ trailers, RVs and other vehicles that could be transporting the children.

Kim looked over at the blond, "That was close. Do you want me to drive?"

Wordlessly, Hailey nodded, both getting out, and switching spaces.

JHJH

Detective Hank Voight looked at the map in front of him that set on the hood of a patrol car and studied it. He looked up as Al stepped next to him, "You got anything?"

Al nodded, "Winslow said that she uses her brother's ranch as a way to smuggle the kids out. She said that they borrow a truck and horse trailer to move them to another location." He pointed at the map, "She also said that they are using this road today and that her brother is innocent."

"Get people over to the ranch, see what truck is missing and if they have the tag number. Same for the trailer. We bring those kids home. TODAY!"

Al nodded once and disappeared into the crowd of officers.

So, I'm not very good at knowing the inside of horse trailers, but this is kind of what I envisioned for it to look like, especially for what I needed to take place.

Fanfiction at it's (not so) finest

And Part 2

Jay fought to stay awake, but it was hard. His shoulder hadn't quit bleeding and his head was pounding. But he had to get these kids somewhere safe, he just didnt know how. Then he saw Kelsey Jennings and hoped she could help.

"Kelsey? Can you help me out? You k ow how you untied those knots at school for that project?"

The eight year old nodded, "Do you think you can untie my hands?"

Again, the little redhead nodded and went to work.

JHJH

Voight sighed as he looked at the passing signs. If there was one thing he knew, it was that they had to stop the truck before it reached the interstate, or those children would be lost, possibly forever.

And they were running out of time. Hailey and Kim were stuck in a road block, unable to move.

Atwater and Ruzek were coming from the opposite direction.

And he and Al were speeding down a back road towards the turn off they were informed would be used.

JHJH

Jay sighed when he hands were freed, and nodded to Kelsey, "Thank you, Kelsey. Steven, come here, please."

Steven was the oldest boy and Kelsy the oldest girl. He was going to need them both, if his plan was to work. Luckily, there was no loose equipment in the trailer, and the windows were cracked to allow them fresh air.

The children were soon all tied as safely to the walls as they could be. If the trailer tipped, they would not be thrown all over the trailer, but would be bounced around in place. Sore and bruised, but hopefully no broken bones, and not possibly thrown out of a window if one busted.

With one more look back at the children, and a smile that showed more confidence than he felt, Detective Jay Halstead went to work on freeing the children.

JHJH

Kim and Hailey finally made their way around the block and started down the side road they were told about. They had been driving for a while when they came upon a horse trailer parked across the road at an angle.

Throwing the truck in park, the jumped out and pulled their side arms.

Hoping that the children were okay and Jay was taking care of them.

That all went out the window when they opened the doors and the children were the only ones available.

Quickly untying them and ushering them outside, Steven and Kelsey told the two women what had happened.

JHJH

"Voight," the sergeant said, answering his phone, "Thanks, Haliey."

Without being told, Al stepped on the gas, neatly passing another vehicle.

"Jay got the children out, but isn't with them. One of the kids said he climbed out the emergency hatch on top and found a way to release the trailer from the truck. Other than some bruising, the kids are all fine."

Al nodded. Their boy was in trouble and he was going to make sure they were there to help him. And as they came around, yet another curve, they saw a truck turned over and no movement.

JHJH

Jay watched at the trailer disconnected and swerved before coming to a complete stop at an angle. He sighed in relief, knowing that the kids were fine, since it didnt tip.

The truck sped faster after the trailer was removed, and that was when he could just barely pick up the sounds of a police scanner.

His team had been made and these guys were going to try and escape the consequences of kidnapping.

He wasn't going to allow it.

And, apparently, the kidnappers weren't going to go down easy. The driver started to swerve and the old road, being uneven, cause them to over correct and the truck to flip.

Jay jumped and rolled as he hit the ground, when he realized what was happening, but still felt the discomfort of drawing in breath, and the cracked ribs that caused it.

Seeing the two men get out of the truck, Jay started towards them. One fell to the ground, halfway out of the vehicle, and didn't move again.

The other saw the detective and attacked.

The fight was over in a matter of minutes, both me on the ground, one with his neck broke, the other with multiple stab wounds and a knife in their chest.

JHJH

Al and Voight ran to the scene and briefly paused.

A man lay halfway out of the over turned truck, clearly dead, unseeing eyes looking up at the cold December sky.

A second perp was laying on the ground, neck at a weird angle, staring at Jay Halstead, who was clearly trying to stay awake.

Voight knelt by Jay and turned his face to look at him, "Hey, kid. You with me?"

Jay tried to focus on the hands that touched him, at first trying to fight them, until his wrists were caught in warm, calloused hands. Hands that were comforting, and the voice was familiar, safe.

Al held Jay's wrists, gently, but firmly, seeing the abrasions on them, but trying to keep him from giving Voight another black eye.

Hank still spoke calmly to the kid, never moving his hand from Jay's face, while Al tried to access the injuries that covered the detective. Both feeling the heat rolling off of Halstead, and worried about what injuries were hidden by the jacket he wore.

"Hank," Olinsky spoke quietly, "he's been shot in the shoulder, has a knife wound in the side, wrists are a mess and then the knife in his chest."

Jay finally got a clear look of the person over him, "Voight, don... wanna die ...lone," it was whispered, paper thin and barely eligible, but the best thing either officer had heard.

Until the younger man started to pass out, "Jay? Halstead! Stay with me, kid! That's an order! Jay!"

JHJH

Dr. Will Halstead stood in the breakroom of Chicago Med and scrubbed his hand down his face, clearing the tears.

Sgt. Hank Voight walked in as Will's fist went through the wall, "I don't think Ms. Goodwin is going to be happy about that."

Will huffed out a laugh, "Probably not. They lost him twice, Hank."

The cop sighed, hands going into his pockets, "I know, kid, I know."

"Connor is doing everything he can. Said it'll take hours to fix the artery the knife was in."

The doctor sat on the couch, leaning forward, head between his hands, "I was worried when he went overseas. Afraid he wouldn't come home. Then he became a cop. And a good one. He's all I have left, and I don't know,-"

Voight sat by him and put his hand on his shoulder, "And you won't ever have to find out, Will. He's the strongest person I know, and we are going to be there for him."

After a moment's thought, he continued, "Plus, he has to take my place as lead over Intelligence, when that time comes. I think I he will take it far beyond what I could ever could. And he will do well. But don't you tell him I said that. I'll deny it."

Will choked out a laugh, and looked at the hole he had put in the wall, "You think she'll notice?"

Sharon Goodwin walked in, "Will, Jay is out of surgery. They'll be moving him to SICU once he is out of recovery. I thought you might want to go up to the waiting room so you'll be there when he gets moved."

Will stood, as did Voight, "Thank you. We'll go there now."

As she went to leave, she spoke again, not bothering to turn, "And Will? Make sure you patch that wall. And don't put a picture in front of it, either. Egg shell paint is what we used in here."

Voight slightly smiled, "Yep. She'll notice."

JHJH

The return to consciousness isn't what isn't seems like in the movies. You don't wake up immediately and go on about your daily life. You don't hold conversations for several minutes either.

No, it's so much slower.

You hear things around you, but it doesn't automatically click what it is. You may try to wake up, but you pretty much are out of it for quite a while.

The same went for Jay, the first several times he tried to wake up. But one thing that he could count on, was knowing his big brother was there. He could feel him, may not physically, but he knew.

And when he finally did wake up, several hours later, it was dark outside, and snow was falling, the lights outside making it glitter and shine.

Will was beside him, asleep, his hand on Jay's arm, comforting and familiar.

He must have made a sound of some sort, because the next thing his groggy mind knew, a hand was on his face and his name was being called.

His eyes rolled about, trying to focus, and finally finding his boss at his side.

"You're going to be okay, kid. We're here for you."

And with that, Detective Jay Halstead of Chicago PD's Intelligence Unit fell into a deep, peaceful and healing sleep, knowing that he was safe and he wasn't alone.

JHJH

I figured this was the best place to end it. After having a brief dream of him being in a horse trailer with young kids, (kids not much younger than my oldest) this story was born.

There are some very nice horse trailers out there, some with an air conditioned kitchenette and/ or sleeping area.

Yes, I had to come up with a way for the kids to be rescued, and I know it probably isn't possible to release such a heavy trailer while it is moving, but hey, fanfiction right?

And thank you to everyone who has written their favorite comfort bits and pieces on Tumblr. That helped me so much when I was trying to end this story, but wanting to show the comfort as well.

This story has been posted on fanfiction. net and Tumblr. Tha k you to everyone who has commented and followed. It means so much to me.

I own nothing

#jay halstead #whump #hank voight #shot #fanfic #stabbed #Chicago PD

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non-binary-nightmare · 4 years

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Pills: Chapter 8

It’ll be a double upload today!!

If you just found this story, check out the other chapters! Give it a shot!

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Warnings: If you thought last chapter was bad... I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you guys.. unsympathtic!Patton; Small panic attacks; Kidnapping; mentions of chloroform; mentions of blood; cliff hanger

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"Virgil?" Deceit said, rushing over to him. "Virgil hun what's wrong?" Virgil grabbed ahold of Deceit. "Dad- and- Ro- they-" Virgil was having trouble catching his breath. He was on the brink of a panic attack. "Virgil honey. Listen to me, it'll be okay. Just try and breathe." Deceit said, cradling Virgil. "You can tell me later. Just try and calm down." Deceit said.

Eventually, Virgil fell asleep.

Deceit layed Virgil down on the bed and left the room.

He went to the living room to find the others.

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"Well what do you mean-" Remus was shouting but as soon as he saw Deceit, he stopped talking. "Uhh Dee?" Remus asked. "You okay?"

Deceit looked at Remus, then at Logan, who was still crying, and nodded, slowly looking back at Remus. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just that, Virgil has just shown up in my room. He fell asleep after having some sort of a mini panic attack. But I think something happened between Patton and Roman.”

“Is he younger again or..?”

“He’s younger. I’m not sure what happened but I think we should go check on them.” Deceit said. “Then let’s go.” Logan said, wiping off his tears and standing up. “Why? So you can stand up for your boyfriend and protect him? I don’t think so.” Deceit said, aggressively. “Dad listen, this has all been a misunderstanding.” Remus said, standing between Deceit and Logan. “After we go check on Roman, we can talk this through. Okay?” Deceit glared at Logan. “Fine.” He said, heading up the stairs, the other two following suit.

Once they got to Virgil’s room, they saw Roman lying on the ground, face slightly bloody. “Roman!” Remus said, running to him. “I’m- I’m okay. Virgil- check on him-” Roman said, trying to sit up. “I’ll go.” Deceit said, quickly leaving the room to check on Virgil. “Roman what happened?” Logan asked, checking Roman’s injuries. “I’m fine- really..”

His lip was slightly busted and his nose was bleeding. “Roman I’m going to need you to tilt your head forward. It looks like your nose is broken.“ Logan said, helping Roman sit up. “Logan listen, I’m fine-”

“You are not fine. Listen to what he says.” Remus said. “Fine..” Roman said. “Tell us what happened.” Logan said. “Well, it seems you were right about Patton being pretty strong..” Roman said, half-laughing. Logan sighed.

“This isn’t funny, Roman. What did he do?” Remus asked. “Well, apart from punching me in the face? He slapped me first. Then he-then that’s when Virgil woke up and was little again. When Virgil left we- started arguing. He kept saying that I was getting in the way of his ‘perfect family’ or something like that.” Roman said.

“He’s been getting more and more adamant about that.” Logan stated. “We should check on Virgil and Deceit.” Roman said. “You stay here and rest. You’ve been through enough. I’ll go. If Patton has done something to one of them, and is still there, I can take whatever it is he might try and do.” Logan said, standing up. “No- Logan you’ve been through the most. Let’s all go.” Roman suggested. “No, you need to rest and Remus should stay and make sure you stay. I’m going.” Logan protested. “But Lo-”

“Roman, just let it go. You need to take a break.”

“Oh bullshit! I’ve had worse injuries!” Roman said, trying to stand up. Remus kept trying to get him to sit back down. “They were in the imagination, Ro. You healed up quicker because of it. And it’s not like it was some major injury! You can still die in the imagination!” Remus said. “Fine.. I’ll stay here.” Roman said in defeat. “Thank you.” Logan said, leaving.

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*A little bit after Deceit left Virgil’s room.*

Deceit ran into his room and saw Virgil sleeping peacefully. “Oh thank god..” Deceit sighed. “You thought you could get away with it, did you?” Before Deceit could turn around, a wet rag was covering his face. Patton held the rag on Deceit’s mouth while he struggled.

Deceit was strong.

But Patton was stronger.

In about five minutes, Deceit was unconscious.

Patton put the rag in his pocket and began to drag Deceit away.

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*About 10 minutes after what you just witnessed*

Logan walked into Deceit’s room. He saw Virgil, but he didn’t see Deceit. “Shit.” Logan muttered. “What?” Virgil said quietly as he woke up. “Hey, Virge.. Can you go to your room? Roman and Remus are in there. They are waiting for you.” Logan said. Virgil nodded and left to go into his room.

Logan left and went into the imagination, looking for Patton and Deceit.

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*About half an hour later*

Deceit woke up in what appeared to be Patton’s room. He was laying on the bed. Deceit stood up and tried to leave but the door was locked. “Help!! Let me out!!!” Deceit yelled, banging on the door. “Why can’t I leave!?” Deceit yelled as he tried to sink out. “You can try all you want but you won’t be able to leave! Sorry I had to leave and lock you up, I needed to get a few things.” Patton yelled through the other side of the door. “What the hell!? Let me out!” Deceit yelled. “I’m not going to let you out, but I’m going to come in. I just wanna talk. But you have to promise me that you won’t be so aggressive!” Patton said, taking out his keys. “Fine! Just let me out!” Deceit said. “I’m not letting you out, I’m just coming in the room.” Patton said, unlocking the door.

Immediately, Deceit was charging through the door, knocking Patton to the ground. “You promised you wouldn’t be aggressive!!” Patton said as he pulled out his knife and began chasing after him.

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Virgil walked into his room and saw Roman and Remus sitting on the bed talking. “Virgil!” Remus said, picking him up. “Where’s Logan? Or Deceit?” Roman asked. Virgil shrugged. Remus sat Virgil down on the bed. “Did they not come back with you?” Remus asked. Virgil shook his head. “Dammit! I told you I should’ve gone with him!” Roman yelled, causing Virgil to jump. “Calm down.” Remus said sternly.

“Did Deceit and Logan leave together?” Remus asked.

Virgil shook his head. “Did Logan leave by himself?” Virgil nodded.

“Shit.” Remus muttered. “Roman, stay here with Virgil please?” Remus said. “Okay..” Roman said quietly. “Thank you.” Remus said as he left in search for Logan and Deceit.

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Bachelorette Party for 2

When Adam plans a bachelorette trip for 2 to Vegas what's the worse that could happens? Ties into mine and @gottaboopthesnoot family fluff series (mentions of sexual acts? That's a warning aint it?)

"So I've been thinking" Adam said as he plopped down on the corner of your desk. You glanced over your computer screen and eyed him cautiously "That exact sentence has gotten me into so much shit over the years I am scared to ask"

A smile slipped onto his face "Oh come on now! It's been months since we got yelled at by Voight!" "It's been two weeks Ruz! Now tell me what you've been thinking before I decide to switch partners with Kevin for the day" you were completely ignoring your screen now in favor of your over grown golden retriever of a best friend.

He glanced around the squad room before finally saying "You need a bachelorette party. Something to celebrate you and mouse tying the knot before you do" you leaned back in your chair and looked at him like he'd grown a second head "Adam are you forgetting the night you and Kim have all planned for three weeks from now?"

He shrugged and picked up a photo from your desk that was from one of the community picnics. Jay had snapped a photo of you, Adam, Kim and Mouse. The thing was you could barely see Mouse because he'd pulled you into his lap then Adam had flopped into your lap then Kim had ultimately climbed into Adam's lap. It was a ridiculously goofy photo for a detective to have on her desk but you smiled every time you looked at it.

"Yea but that party is for all the bridesmaids. I was thinking you needed one for you and your man of honor" you tried to hide your smile. Adam wasn't jealous of Mouse taking your attention, no he loved your fiance. He was jealous of the possibility of one of your female friends taking your attention from him as your best friend. "So a trip for me and you?"

A grin spread across his face as he sat the photo down and looked at you "Exactly! Me, you, Vegas? C'mon it'll be fun!" You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth chewing on it as you thought about his offer. "Let me talk to Mouse about it" his grin deepened even further and he patted on your desk "That's my girl! I'll start checking flights and reservations. It's gonna be awesome!"

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Come Friday afternoon Mouse was driving you to the airport to meet up with Adam. When he parked you were still holding his hand instead of getting out. "Baby are you ok?" He asked giving your hand a little squeeze.

You nodded then raised your eyes to meet his with a small smile "Are you sure you're ok with me going?" "That's what's wrong? Adam is your best friend! You two deserve a weekend to have fun. I'll miss you but come Sunday I'm sure we can make up the two nights we'll miss" his smile was always enough to bring one to your face.

"I love you Greg Gerwitz" he grinned and said "I love you too. Now let me get some kisses before you leave" you leaned across to catch his lips in a kiss. Every time your lips met his felt like the first time all over again. You never dreamed of feeling about someone how you felt about him and you couldn't wait to finally be his wife.

You felt his hands move to your hips and moaned into his mouth when he pulled you over into his lap as he deepened the kiss. "Greg" you spoke with your lips still against his both of you losing yourselves in each other but before either of you could speak someone slapped on the window and a very familiar voice said "Stop that! Good lord you're a detective and that is public indecency!"

You leaned back to see Adam standing outside the car with Kim standing behind him both of them wearing a grin. You rolled down the window not bothering to move out Mouse's lap "Hello partner! Can you give me like five more minutes to finish making out with my fiance? You and Kim can check my bags in then make out for a few before we have to leave"

He shook his head then held up his watch "Flight leaves in thirty. We've got enough time to get through security so Mouse sorry man I gotta take her" Mouse laughed and laid his head over on your chest kissing your neck lightly "No worries Ruz" then looked up at you and patted your thighs "C'mon baby. Let's go get you two checked in and boarded"

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There was a time you hated plane rides but after joining intelligence and helping in cases in New York a lot you'd gotten over your aversion. Nothing helped nerves better than Hank side eyeing you in turbulence.

Adam had booked you flights in business class which meant fairly comfortable seats. You'd fallen asleep not long after the plane had taken off and actually only woke up when Adam moved his shoulder which you'd been laying against so he could ask you if you wanted something to eat or drink.

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and smiled at the stewardness "Just a soda please"

She handed you a sprite from the cart then continued down the aisle.

Adam grinned at you then acted like he was wiping something off his shoulder "Adam Ruzek I do not drool in my sleep!" you argued but still felt your mouth just in case and he busted out laughing "Oh I was just kidding but now I know you actually do! Poor Mouse man do you drool on him?"

You raised an eyebrow at that question and he groaned running a hand over his face "Forget I asked and please do not tell me about your sex life again I know more about him than any man should ever know about his best friend's soon to be husband"

You tried and failed to hide your smile behind the soda can and shrugged "Sorry Ruz but that's a perk of having a woman as your best friend. We talk about our sex lives just as much as you men folk do. Besides I know a fair share about Kim as well"

He rolled his eyes and said "That's because you've both made it clear that should anything ever happen to me and Mouse you're marrying each other next" "Well at least you know she'll be taken care" you teased with a wink.

He shook his head and checked the time on his watch "Well we don't have long before we land. Want to go over the game plan so far?" You grinned and said "Of course! I'm curious as to what you've planned and just a little worried"

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By the time the plane landed Adam had went over the basics of where you were staying, what bars and casinos he planned to hit and the fact that come saturday you'd both probably be crawling out of bed around dinner time from the hangovers.

You followed him through the airport after you'd grabbed your bags and out to the sidewalk where he hailed a cab.

You slid in first then he climbed in behind you and told the driver where you were headed. "Ready for a fun weekend?" He asked you with a broad smile that you returned fully "Hell yea let's do it"

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He'd gotten the two of you adjoining rooms at the Excalibur Hotel & Casino so the plan was to drop bags off, get ready then head out. It was a little after six so you still had plenty of time to grab a bite to eat before the night even started good.

Considering the hotel offered a wide variety buffet you chose just to eat there. The food was delicious and there was a lot of variety.

Once you were both content and had let Kim and Mouse both know you'd landed safely Adam grinned at you then rubbed his hands together "So are you ready for your official bachelorette party? The one in a couple weeks is just the hometown one"

You waved your hand towards the door "Lead the way partner. You're the man with the plan" he grabbed your hand and said "Then let's get on it!"

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"Adam what in the world are you wearing?" You nearly choked on your beer when he made it back over to the table. He wiggled his hips with a smirk "ya like it?" For some ungodly reason he'd added a coconut bra over his tank top considering he'd shed his shirt when you said you were cold so you were now wearing it over your top.

"Where did you get that?" You asked rubbing a hand over the shell closest to you. He swatted your hand away "First off ma'am hands off. Secondly I am sure I'm the one that planned tonight so I've got a few more surprises up my sleeve"

"Such as?" You asked with a raised eyebrow but he simply grinned at you. Your phone started ringing so you pulled it out to see Mouse's name flash across and smiled but Adam moved a bit faster than you and snatched it away to answer it "Gerwitz you know the rules!"

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Mouse wasn't surprised when Adam answered your phone it was a common occurrence when you were home and out in the field. He could hear you laughing in the background "Ruz give me my phone!"

"C'mon Adam I just want to check on her" he offered but Adam tsked then said "She's with me. She's fine. She loves you and will see you Sunday and the two of you can do all that stuff I hate having to hear about ok"

"Ruz" he tried again but Adam cut him off by saying "The strippers just got here man I gotta go" strippers? Adam hadn't said anything about strippers. "ADAM" he hollered but all he got in return was a quick "Bye Mouse" and heard you giggle before the line went dead.

He sat there for a second then clicked Kim's number in his contacts. After a few minutes she answered her voice heavy with sleep "Mouse? Is everything ok?" He tried to talk calm but the first thing out his mouth was "Strippers Kim!"

After a beat that was clearly her trying to wake up enough for a conversation she said "What?" "Adam got her strippers" she laughed lightly "Yea I know. I helped him pick out which ones"

Why did that not surprise him? "Ok but tell me this isn't the world's worse combination. Adam, Y/N, strippers, alcohol, a lot of cash and the Las Vegas strip"

She laughed again then said "Mouse do you doubt either of them" "No I'm not worried about them! I'm worried about Vegas. I don't think even Voight and Trudy could get them out of destroying an entire city"

"Mouse get some sleep. They'll call when they're hungover and laying around tomorrow" he chuckled then said "Yea you're right. Night Kim" "Night"

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When his phone started chiming for a facetime call Mouse reached out blindly to grab it then clicked to answer. When your face popped up on screen he couldn't help but smile. You had glitter all over your face, you were wearing Adam's long sleeve shirt over your own top and was wearing a bride to be sash. You were as always the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Hey baby!" You giggled leaning against Adam's shoulder as he told the uber driver where the two of you were headed next. "Hi beautiful are you having fun?" He asked and you nodded "Yes I am! Adam planned an amazing time. The strippers were gorgeous and loved when they found out I was higher ranking than him! They even gave me a hat look"

You disappeared from the screen for a moment then popped back into view wearing one of the cop hats like strippers wore. "You gonna wear that for me when you get home?" He asked and you smiled "Of course baby! The one girl gave me some ideas for our honeymoon. She even offered a demonstration but I told her a lap dance was where I drew the line"

He laughed when you said that "I know baby you wouldn't do anything with anyone" you nodded then stared at him for moment. He was worried the call had froze before you finally sighed and said "God Greg you're so fucking sexy. I miss you!"

Time the words left your mouth Adam grabbed the phone "Nope I'm not hearing this! Mouse man do you realize after the first time you slept with her I couldn't look at you for two fucking days? No man should know that much about another man unless they're together"

He heard you giggle from next to Adam so he asked "Impressed or intimidated Ruz?" Adam shrugged "Little bit of both honestly and a little weirded out cause I never knew she was such a freak until the next day she kept going on and on about your fingers while you were typing"

This time Mouse busted out laughing "You're welcome then" Adam was laughing by then but still said "It's not funny! I'm fucking scarred man!"

"Sorry man..now hand me back to our girl!" He said and Adam nodded "No sex talk?" Mouse knew you so he said "Not on my end" Adam side eyed you then shrugged "Good as I'm gonna get here she is"

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When Adam handed the phone back Mouse's ears were red from how hard he'd been laughing but smiled when he saw you "Hello again gorgeous" "Hey baby. I promised Adam no more sex talk and we're about to get out the uber but before I go I want to say I love you and can we try to mark off number three on the tech room list when I get back"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE PARTNER" Adam hollered and mouse grinned "Of course beautiful. I love you too. Have fun and be safe" you clicked off the call then handed your phone to Adam.

He was quiet for a moment then said "What's number three?" You shook your head "Oh you don't wanna know" he took a sip from the flask he'd bought a couple bars back then said "Naw I'm drunk enough I want to know"

You turned to face him then said "Number three is mouse eating me out in the tech room during lunch so there's a chance of anyone walking in" he looked like a fish out of water for a second then said "Hold up what's one and two?"

You scratched the back of your neck then said "Well I gave him a blow job while he was updating our coms a while back and we had sex while you, Kim and Jay were upstairs doing paperwork"

He took another swig then grinned as he said "Anywhere else in the precinct I need to disinfect?" You felt a blush warm your cheeks when you answered "Um break room, a few desks in the squad room, a couple cars in roll up and Voights office once"

"Hold on...Voights office?" He asked stunned and you shrugged "What?" He shook his head "Nothing you and Mouse are fucking insane though" you laughed then said "Yea but we have an amazing sex life Ruz"

About that time the uber stopped in front the next bar and Adam grabbed your arm "Thank god I need another drink" you let him pull you out and laughed "You asked!"

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You groaned as you rolled over and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a little after noon. You tried to sit up when the room started spinning you laid back down on the floor and closed your eyes. Floor?

You could vaguely remember you and Adam opening the doors between your rooms and proclaiming the blanket fort you were gonna make would break any world record. You opened your eyes and looked around before spotting him a few feet away curled around a pillow still wearing the coconut bra and a pink tiara that you had no memory of him getting "Ruzek!" You spoke but grimaced from your own voice.

When he didn't stir you grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. He opened one eye and looked at you "Did we survive last night?" You laughed and said "I don't know. I feel like shit" "Me too. I think we're getting too old for this shit" he agreed as both of you crawled closer to each other so you could sit up leaning against each other.

"We're staying tonight too aren't we?" You asked and he groaned then said "Why don't we stay in and get pizza and watch a movie?" You patted his hand closest to you "You read my mind partner"

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Sunday evening Kim and Mouse were standing together and spotted Adam first when the two of you walked off the plane then spotted you.

Both of you were wearing matching t-shirts that said "We survived" with a photo of the strip as the background along with bright orange sunglasses. When you spotted him you smiled and practically ran to him.

"I missed you" you spoke with your face buried in his neck. He kissed your forehead then asked "Did you have fun?" You pulled back and looked over where Adam and Kim were also hugging "Oh yeah. My man of honor made sure I had one hell of a weekend" "and the hangover to prove it" Adam added with a wink.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 years

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 11

A/N: Hi all! Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I had massive shoulder surgery a couple weeks ago but everything is doing much better now. To my amazing co-writer, tumblr-wifey and bestie-lifepartner, Love ya babes. Thank you all for your patience. --Bethany

Chapter 11: Adam

The ringing of the phone startled me awake. I grunted and looked toward Allie, still asleep. I quietly slid of the bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and raced to the kitchenette.

“Hello?” I asked, trying to avoid waking the woman currently snuggled into my pillow.

“Good afternoon Mr. Page,” said the voice on the other end. It took a moment to place—Marco the amazing, miracle working concierge. “ I do hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was looking through the dinner reservations and noticed you and Mr. Omega didn't have any plans for tonight. It seems Ms. Mason and Ms. Keene don’t have them either.”

Damn it, Kenny, I groaned silently. “Um, yeah, Ken was supposed to set something up.” For a split second, I wondered what my buddy and Leigh were up to. Then I realized I didn’t want to know. “I guess they went to the beach. Do we have many options?”

“If I might make a suggestion?”

I leaned against the counter and watched Allie turn over in bed. “You haven’t failed us yet, Marco.”

“Thank you, sir.” He sounded genuinely pleased by the confidence. “There is a sandbar out in the bay. We could set up a table or two if you would like. Torches and string lights all around at sunset. Personal chef to cook tableside and make drinks, and a small boat to get you there and back.”

I thought fast as he talked. Jesus, I swore, this place really is all-inclusive.

“Sources also indicate that there is a meteor shower tonight. With such a clear sky, it might set the appropriate mood,” Marco offered.

This guy is a damn genius. “Marco, you are the man! That sounds amazing. Sign us up. When and where?”

“A boat will be by to pick you up from the swim dock of the ladies’ bungalow at seven thirty,” Marco said, seemingly pretty proud of himself. “As for the menu, may I recommend steak and lobster tail? It’s a personal favorite. We can pair that with a wine and have Bananas Foster cheesecake for dessert?”

My stomach growled at the thought. “Yes to all except the wine. Kenny doesn't drink, so Diet Coke for him. Give me the same, but with some Jack Daniels. The ladies have been drinking Cranberry Malibus with Redbull. They seem to like those.'' I could hear Marco typing in the background. This man was definitely a godsend. “Might as well throw some water in there too.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Page. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?” Marco queried.

“Nah, Marco you're the man. You have no idea how much we appreciate you,” I replied, genuinely thankful. “Have a great evening.”

“No problem, Mr. Page. For attire this evening, might I suggest linen shorts with a button up shirt? Have a wonderful dinner tonight, sir.”

As we disconnected, I heard a soft snore coming from the bed. Allie lay curled on her stomach with one hand reaching toward my side of the bed. My eyes roamed. Her blonde hair covered the pillow and the sheet just barely covered her ass.

There is just something about that girl that I can't put my finger on. For some reason, she reminded me of wild horses and thunderstorms.

Quietly, I climbed back into bed and slowly wrapped Allie in my arms. “Hey, Mango,” I whispered softly into her hair. “I could spend all day in bed with you, but it’s four thirty. And we’ve got dinner reservations at seven-thirty. Boat’s picking us up from your swim dock.”

She hummed and snuggled closer. Her hand reached for mine, tucking it more tightly around her. My thumb stroked the bottom of her breast innocently.

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” I murmured. My lips skimmed the line of her shoulder.

“Well, Cowboy,” Allie replied in that sweet little sleepy voice of hers, “what if I wanna just stay in bed all day with you?”

“Trust me, you don't want to miss this, darlin’.” I replied. My nose slid along the back of her neck and I breathed in the scent of her skin.

“Okay then,” she mumbled, stirring slightly. “I better get up and get dressed, huh?”

Before I could respond, the door of the bungalow slammed open. “Yo, Hanger!” Kenny yelled as he walked through our shared space.

Allie jumped out of bed like she had been struck by lightning. It was a beautiful thing to watch as she snatched up her clothes and high tailed it straight to the bathroom. I could hear her cussing as she quickly got dressed and walked out a moment later, looking innocently guilty.

Kenny appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Leigh was right behind him, standing at his shoulder with a sun kissed glow around her. Allie’s face turned beet red as her eyes met Leigh’s. The other woman gave Allie a questioning glance, brow raised. It was a mixture of making sure she was ok and… approval. Maybe even a little proud. The smile that crossed Allie’s face could light up the world.

“Oh shit, I'm sorry guys,” Kenny said apologetically. “Didn't mean to interrupt anything.”

“Nah, you're good, Kenny. We were just talking.” God, I hope he doesn't look at the bed. I tried not to look at the bed. Memories of the afternoon spun in my mind. Jesus Christ.

Allie walked up to me, a gleam in her hazel eyes. “We’re gonna go get ready for dinner. See you on the dock at seven thirty?”

“Absolutely, baby girl. And I promise… no gym shorts.” I gave her the most dashing smile I could manage. Damn she is way too beautiful.

Allie smiled and walked toward Leigh, who could not stop grinning back. They looked at one another as if they were having a silent conversation. I swore that the two of them had a true mental connection. They practically shared a brain in the best way. I winked at them before Kenny walked the girls out. Once they were out of sight, I grabbed my shower bag and walked to the bathroom.

“Adam? You good buddy?” Kenny asked. “You seem a little… I don't know… flustered?”

“Yeah man, I’m good. I think.” I let out a heavy sigh and looked at my friend. My back hit the door frame. “Man, there is just something about Allie. I can't describe it.”

“Yeah. I get that. Leigh is amazing, too. She is smart and funny. And, dude, her smile? I can't think straight.” Kenny’s voice was wistful, and he had this fuzzy look in his eyes. A minute later, he gasped. “Fuck! I forgot dinner.”

I laughed out loud. “Yeah, asshole, you did. Marco called about it. Woke me up. Seemed to think we’d given up on the girls.” I shook my head, tsking. I was laying the guilt trip on thick. “But don't worry. That man is a damn genius. We’re having dinner on a sandbar in the bay with a personal chef and bartender. And a meteor shower tonight too.”

Kenny relaxed. That fuzzy look came back.

I grinned. “We’re meeting the boat at seven thirty at the girls’ swim dock.”

“Remind me to tip him very well. That's amazing.” Kenny stood there, gob smacked for a moment. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was up to something.

“Okay, Ken, I'm getting a shower. Marco said to look nice for dinner.” With that, I left Kenny still dumbfounded in the living area.

Walking to the bathroom, the thoughts of the afternoon swirling through my head. I stood in the shower with my thoughts fixed on the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I could see her just like she was standing in front of me. I closed my eyes and pulled back the memories of the afternoon. The way her long blonde hair framed her face while she slept. The way she looked with her eyes closed tight in the throes of passion. The way her body reacted to my touch. The sounds she made when she came.

My cock began to stiffen with the thoughts of Allie running through my head. I tried to ignore the impulse. But, as I washed my hair, I imagined her fingers running through it, gently pulling it. Fuck. I wasn’t sure I could get any harder. What was this woman doing to me?

I tried to pull my thoughts away from the beautiful blonde who had lassoed me. But I couldn’t. I gave in to the thoughts of her. My blood boiled with want and need. I wrapped my fingers around my cock. It throbbed in my hand as I stroked it slowly, thinking about Allie’s body and her smile. I bit my lip as the need grew. I could feel the release coming, slowly building.

Thoughts of her flashed through my head. The way she smiled when she thought no one was watching. The way her face glowed in the sunlight and the adorable way her freckles decorated her shoulders. My grip tightened, moved faster. The last stroke took my breath away. Despite myself, a loud growl escaped my chest.

My heart pounded in my chest. God, I want her again. Now!

Still winded, I got out of the shower and dried off. Thoughts of Allie hovered in the corner of my thoughts. Putting on gym shorts, I tried to distract myself. I went to find Kenny.

“Hey, Cleaner? Where ya at?" I yelled through the villa.

“Out here, Hangman,” he yelled from the deck. I stepped outside to see him standing on one foot, both hands pressed together above his head. “Yoga. So, buddy, how was your afternoon?”

I stared at him. I really hoped I had my don’t fuck with me face on.

“Couldn't help but hear that you sounded a little… I don't know… frustrated in the shower.” Kenny smirked. There was a sly look on his face. Like he knew the truth.

“Man, come on, we took a nap." He didn't need to know any details. "Shit. At least I ain't afraid to be alone with her. Kota did a number on you, didn’t he?”

He put his foot down and propped his hands on his hips. His face contorted. The offended Kenny face killed me every time. We both busted out laughing. But we both kind of knew it was true. Kota Ibushi was a big deal in Kenny’s life, and the loss of that relationship had really fucked him up. Plus, he hadn't been with a girl in a while and Ken was pretty shy. I got the feeling that Leigh was almost exactly the same. They really related to each other well. Hell, they were perfect for each other.

Just like me and Mango.

I balanced on the rail and filled him in on the details of dinner. Out of nowhere, the calm of paradise was split by screams of laughter coming from next door.

“They sure are special, aren't they?” Kenny asked. It sounded almost as if he was just thinking out loud.

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed with a huge smile on my face. “Come on man, we gotta bring our A-game tonight.”

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Took You Long Enough

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Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood and shootings a few swear words too

It had been almost a year since I was transferred to intelligence. Which also meant it had been almost a year since Erin Lindsay had left for New York. Voight partnered me with Dectective Jay Halstead taking over Erin’s place, and I knew the first day I walked into intelligence I was in trouble. As cheesy as it sounds those green-blue eyes and wide smile made me weak at the knees. As much as I hated to admit it, it didn’t take long for me to develop a crush on Jay, one that I would hide for as long as I could. Unfortunately for me Jay was broken. Erin had left him in pieces and he wasn’t ready to be put back together. So it wasn’t exactly easy to be his new partner at first, but as time went by he learned to open up again, and we quickly became a dynamic duo. However this also meant it was becoming increasingly harder to keep a professional outlook on things when it came to Jay. I understood no matter what we had to keep things professional at work, and I knew I wouldn’t let it affect our job regardless, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t struggling being with him day in and day out hiding my true feelings. One drunken night about 4 months after I came to Intelligence Jay made a move which led to us hooking up. Later that same night still in my drunk state I had stupidly let my feelings slip, but Jay made it clear he wasn’t ready. In all honesty I didn’t know if he would ever be ready, but you better believe that didn’t stop him from reaming Adam a new one when he made a move on me. Acting as though I was his. Even though all we were and probably ever would be was friends with benefits or partners with benefits if you will. You also better believe that didn’t stop the drunk hookups we had after each tough case, or in all reality after pretty much any case. Which I put a stop to recently. My feelings were becoming too strong and I was quickly starting to drown in the bliss that was Jay Halstead. Although this made it awkward at first we had learned to work through it pushing any and all tension to the back of our minds acting as though it wasn’t obvious. Even though nobody in the unit had said anything I had quite the feeling they all knew. Except Kim of course. She quickly became my best friend in the unit. We clicked right off the bat, and she was well aware of my situation.

But on this particular night I was beginning to regret my decision. We were working on a particularly tough case this week, and Jay knew it was starting to take a toll on me. And sadly the more I drank the more I was reminded that I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, the safest place I’ve ever had the pleasure of being. I was trying to keep my conscience in check reminding myself that those moments meant everything to me, and nothing to him. Feeling the sting throughout my body every time I repeated that in my head. After almost calling him myself I decided I needed to go to bed before I made any mistakes. As I shut the TV off, and walked to the fridge to get a water I heard a knock on my door. Looking at the clock on my stove I realized it was already 1 o’clock in the morning, and knew there could only be one person standing at the other side of that door. Feeling my heart start to beat slightly faster than before I took a deep breath before opening the door. There he was standing in my door way hands stuffed in his pockets, hair slightly messy, looking down at the floor. I ushered him inside closing the door as he took off his coat.

“Jay I can’t. We talked about this.” I said not looking at him knowing if I did I was going to break.

“I’m not here for sex [Y/N].” He sighed before continuing, “it’s just I couldn’t sleep..” he trailed off before finishing.

“Okay.. and? You want me to keep you company? You could’ve just FaceTimed me or something.” I asked confused as to what he was getting.

“I was just wondering if maybe I could sleep here..” He said shifting from one foot to the other.

“So, you want to sleep in my bed? I mean yeah I guess that’s fine. I mean if it’s really that big of a deal we could just like switch beds yours is comfy too.” I laughed. “But yeah you know where everything is.” I said as I started to make a bed on the couch.

“[Y/N]…” he gulped looking at me.

“Hmm?” I asked looking at him.

“I understand if you say no, but it’s just that I haven’t slept good in weeks as in like the last time I stayed here and we… like.. yeah.. and it’s just that I’m exhausted, and was hoping maybe I could sleep with you? Like actually sleep I mean..” he blushed looking down at the floor again. I had never seen him this shy and it was easily making my heart race. Without thinking I quickly nodded my head yes walking off towards my room. I didn’t turn around knowing full well that Jay was following me. Once we got to the room we began to strip getting ready for bed. Jay slipped off his shirt and jeans laying them on the dresser before crawling into my bed. I graciously watched without making it obvious loving every second. Feeling my skin get hot at the same time. I began to strip down to my bra and panties. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jay staring.

“Could you like not watch me?” I asked nervously.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Jay shrugged winking at me and licking his lips. Making me weak at the knees, but slightly angry at the same time knowing how easily he could influence me. Once I was undressed I took Jay’s shirt off the dresser slipping it on I walked towards the bed to see him smirking at me.

“What?” I asked slightly annoyed at his confidence.

“You know what.” He smiled bigger at me.

“It’s more comfortable than mine.” I rolled my eyes climbing into bed. Although that was true it was only half the truth. As stupid as it sounds there was something even more comforting about having his shirt on and scent even closer to me that made me sleep better. I snuggled into him without thinking as he wrapped his arm around me. We laid there in silence for a little. As I was starting to sober up I wondered if this was the best decision. Feeling a mix of emotions swirl in my stomach. Feeling once again like I was being pulled in different directions with him. I understood that he was still getting over Erin, and I knew he wasn’t trying to play me in anyway, but that didn’t make anything easier. I felt like I was a teenager again trying to get her crush to notice her, and that made me even more mad at the situation. There was too many variables involved and it was just getting increasingly harder. I knew sooner rather than later he had to make up his mind.

“Jay.. I don’t think you realize how hard this is for me..” I began to give him my speech before I was interrupted by his slight snoring. I sighed laying my head back down on his chest. Falling asleep to the beating of his heart. The next morning we were awoken by my alarm going off. I reached over to turn it off as Jay loudly groaned next to me.

“What time is it?” He asked hand covering his eyes.

“5:45.” I answered rolling away from him sitting on the edge of my bed very much so regretting the coldness that overwhelmed me now.

“We don’t even have to be at the district until 7:30 why in the hell are you waking up now.” He rolled over trying to pull me back down to him.

“Go back to sleep I’ll wake you up once I’m done getting ready.” I leaned down kissing his shoulder before heading off to the shower. Once I was done getting ready I woke Jay up, and rushed him out the door. We got in our separate cars heading off to work. “Morning Sarge.” I nodded at Platt before unlocking the gate and heading upstairs Jay following behind me. After everyone was there Voight began to go over the case again trying to piece any new leads together.

“We have to be missing something.” Adam said tapping his pen on his desk.

“Well the longer we sit here the bigger chance we have of these girls dying so dig deeper.” Voight answered harshly. After what felt like forever we finally got a break in the case and were now on our way to catch the guys in an abandoned building where they were apparently keeping the few girls hostage.

“Thanks for letting me stay last night, I really needed that.” Jay said trying to fill the awkward silence that was present in the truck.

“Yep, no problem.” I answered calmly, but could hear the shakiness in my voice and turned away from him.

“Hey, look at me.” Jay said concern on his face glancing over at me.

“Let’s just focus on the case for right now.” I sighed leaning back in my seat preparing myself for anything we may encounter. Once arriving at the scene we all surrounded the building waiting for Voight to give us the cue.

“Chicago PD! Put your hands up!” Voight screamed after Atwater busted in the door. Once entering the suspects quickly retreated not taking long to begin firing weapons at us. As I rounded a corner I seen the girls huddled underneath a stairwell handcuffed to the wall. They looked terrified, but relief was covering their exhausted and bloody/bruised faces at the same time. Thinking I had enough cover I ran towards the girls, but quickly fell to the ground when I felt an emense pain in my abdomen. I screamed out once I hit the concrete floor.

“Ruzek cover me!” Jay screamed before kneeling down beside me quickly ripping at my clothes. “50-21 I got an officer down! Multiple shots fired at police. Roll an ambo to our location now!” Jay screamed into his radio while trying to apply pressure to my side.

“Jay what happened?” I asked adrenaline still running through my body.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, [Y/N], just keep talking to me.” Jay tried to say calmly, but I could see the worry obvious in his face as well as hear it in his voice. “Come on keep looking at me, don’t you dare close your eyes, [Y/L/N].” Jay grabbed my face as I began to feel my eyes getting heavier by the second. Quickly I began to feel the darkness overtake me hearing shots surround me in the background as well as Jay screaming my name.

~Jay’s POV~

I paced in the waiting room feeling sick to my stomach. Everyone was seated around me trying to keep me off edge. Luckily for us we took down the suspects, and saved all the victims they had raped and tortured. At this moment though, that fact made me feel absolutely no better. There was so much blood, and as much as I trusted the doctors at Med with my life I didn’t know if they could do the saving this time. It didn’t help that it had been what felt like days since she was brought in.

“Jay come on man you have to sit down.” Adam patted my back leading me towards a chair. The tension was so thick in the room I was finding it hard to breathe.

“No, I need to go get a drink. I’ll be back.” I shrugged Adam off walking towards the hall where the vending machines were. Once I was by myself it was like my legs had stopped working giving in on me. I punched the wall before sliding down it head falling into my hands. As much as I tried to hold them back the tears began to run down my face. I was too emerged in my thoughts to hear footsteps walking towards me. I jumped once I felt an arm being wrapped around me. I glanced up to see it was Kim. “I’m such a fucking idiot.” I cried.

“She understands Jay.” Kim sighed rubbing her hand up and down his back.

“No, I was playing her. Even though that wasn’t my intention I was, and I was too wrapped up in myself to even think about how I was making her feel.” I sighed feeling more tears run down my face. I have always had a hard time being vulnerable, but honestly at this point I had nothing to lose all I was concerned about was [Y/N].

“She didn’t see it like that Jay.” Kim replied turning herself towards me trying to look at me.

“What if I never get to tell her Kim.” I looked up at her.

~[Y/N]’s POV~

I woke up to what sounded like beeping surrounding me. I quickly opened my eyes, but just as quickly shut them again regretting that decision as the lights blinded me. I felt pain radiating through my body and I tried to groan, but no sound came out. I also felt someone holding my hand, and tried to squeeze it. I knew it had worked when the grip tightened around my hand. After a few minutes of laying there trying to gather my thoughts I slowly opened my eyes blinking quickly as I tried to adjust to the bright light. I groaned again this time hearing the sound successfully come out. I turned my head to see who was sitting beside me. I was welcomed with the sight of Jay looking alert, but also completely exhausted at the same time staring back at me.

“Water.” I croaked out hearing my voice adjust to the dryness that filled my throat. Jay quickly jumped up fetching me a small cup, and laid it to my lips slowly dumping it into my mouth. “Thanks.” I smiled at him as he sat back down next to me. It was then that I realized I was in the hospital, an IV in my hand, and gauze completely covering my abdomen. I tried to readjust myself, but wined whenever I felt sharp pains shoot through me.

“Stay still.” Jay scolded me reaching up to brush my hair back from my face.

“What happened?” I asked. Jay sighed giving me a brief of the events holding tighter onto my hand. His voice shook as he retold the story.

“I’m going to go get Connor, and let him know you’re awake.” Jay stood up kissing my forehead before I watched him walk out. Not long after Dr. Rhodes came into my room to check my vitals explaining my injuries, and what he did to fix them. I was then left alone with Jay again.

“You look exhausted.” I said as I looked over his appearance. Bags very evident under his bloodshot eyes along with messy hair, and wrinkled clothes, but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t still look just as gorgeous.

“I’m so sorry [Y/N].” Jay looked down as I seen water cloud over his eyes.

“Hey, come on it wasn’t your fault I made a bad call I should’ve made sure I had someone watching before I went off.” I said reaching my hand up to his face carefully.

“Not about that, I mean yeah I am sorry about that, but just for everything between us,” he looked at me putting his hand over mine before continuing, “I didn’t think I could ever do it again. I didn’t think I could ever feel this way again. Honestly I didn’t ever want to feel this way again, and it all scared me because what I feel for you is even more intense than what I felt for Erin. I truly didn’t think that would ever be possible, and I know that’s a really cheesy thing to say, but whenever I thought I lost you I’ve never felt so broken in my life. I was so worried and lost. I’m sorry that it took me so long to get here, and I’m sorry for what I put you through along the way, but I really do love you [Y/N].” Jay confessed looking me straight in the eyes voice cracking slightly. All of a sudden tears begin to roll down my cheeks as the shock set in that Jay was finally telling me what I wanted to hear for so long. “Oh my gosh no, baby please don’t cry, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I say something? Are you hurt? I mean I know you’re hurt but you know what I mean..” Jay began to panic. Which made me laugh. I wiped my tears away with a huge smile set on my face.

“Well I guess I’m glad to see something came out of me you know being shot and all.” I laughed.

“I am not in the mind set to be messed with right now.” He sighed running a hand down his face when he seen my smile.

“I love you too, Jay” I smiled as he leaned down to kiss me. “Took you long enough.” I rolled my eyes making him chuckle.

“I think we both need some rest.” He said carefully sliding into bed next to me kissing me again. As we talked before falling asleep next to each other.

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I lowkey wanted Robyn to come to my bedroom, she didn’t and I mean that does suck but still. I need to just allow her space and time, but I hate waiting. I always get what I want when I want but not this time, I have to wait this out, stretching my body out “Señor, vienes a desayunar?” Elena said outside my room, does she think I am still ten “erm, Sí lo soy” rubbing my face, she is really out here waking me like a child, I need to tell her no but it’s nice she is asking me, she didn’t need to ask if I wanted breakfast “Señor tu novia. Ella quiere el desayuno?” I chuckled, Robyn would kill me that they always saying girlfriend now “yes Elena, I will ask her. Thank you!” I shouted; can she just leave me alone now. I need to just gather my thoughts; Robyn and I went to bed at the same time. Well I timed it like that, I wanted to walk her to her bedroom, I am just trying to be a gentleman like that. It was so awkward though because like she was going into the bedroom and I dead ass wanted to go with her into the bedroom but I stopped myself, she laughed though and said goodnight, but I could hear Robyn in her room, I think she was messing around with her suitcase in her bedroom which made me smile somewhat. But then it went silent, so I fell asleep, it was a good sleep, but I do always wake up early. It’s weird that they knew I was awake, I have known Santiago and Elena since I was about nine, but they stayed here ever since, they look after the house and then maids come every so often to clean it. They are good people, never had kids either. Looking over to my side table, I hate the fact that stupid blue blankie is still seeing the light of day, I am sure dad tells them to keep it around. This was my everything to be honest, I left it here when I moved to Texas. I left it here because my nanny said I would come back, I never did. It was a sad time, my mom was so angry she didn’t like me speaking to her either when she called but then things changed, my mom made sure that happened but my dad also was at me with things, I just didn’t like my dad in Texas he did bad things and he was never calm. I need to see her; I need to see she is ok and tell her I missed her. My work phone started ringing; I need to pick that actually because I am working from Spain for now, seeing the caller I.D, it’s Lorraine. Answering the call “morning” it’s like midnight over there, what is she doing “well I would like to be in bed right now, story will be ran. It’s a hear say story, I cannot confirm that your family members have been talking or not. Pictures of Robyn and you at the airport and they have named it Davenport disaster, crisis talk for the couple as Robyn is set to do a tell all on the family, and then another stating it’s about a crisis talk, wedding off. Claims you have cheated, and one more saying Maurice has shamed his father with another sham marriage and that he stopped it” I knew my family were doing this “wow, ok. Who needs family huh, thanks anyways” I mumbled “it’s ok, I am just going to keep quiet, I hope you have a good time in Spain Maurice. Just wanted to give you this heads up; I am now going to sleep. I had to deal with this” I laughed “thanks anyways, night” disconnecting the call, not going to lie but that has upset me to hear that kind of thing, it’s all bullshit too.

Pulling my tee over my head as I left my bedroom “nice to see you have gained some weight” pulling my top down “oh yeah, hey” I smiled, we left the bedroom at the side time “I was going to wake you, but you was awake already?” Robyn nodded her head “I am used to being awake for Reign, I am sober now so of course I am awake” licking my lips smiling at her “or you’re missing a cuddle buddy?” Robyn side eyed me “sure, I will let you think that. Let’s go down” I gestured for Robyn to walk ahead of me “I woke up and opened the doors to the balcony, I have never seen something so beautiful, besides the time when you got the hotel when I could see the Eiffel tower, but it’s just so calming. I love it” walking down the steps slowly “I knew this would be perfect for you, this is why I bought you here, so you can just unwind. I can get someone to come out and massage you? Whatever you want, tell me, I will do it ok?” Robyn cooed out “I don’t look bad do I? I just wanted to eat first, I am hungry” she always looks beautiful “Robyn, you know you look beautiful without make-up, I do tell you this. You just want the compliments” reaching the bottom of the steps “so when we get to the dining room, say to Santiago and Elena. Mañana, it means morning to them, they will speak Spanish to you so just say it” Robyn pulled a face “manana? It’s like saying my nana, I don’t sound nice like when you are saying it” I chuckled “you got to be passionate about it when you say it” turning the corner “Buenos días” Elena said, she is always so happy “Buenos días mi amor” I said to her “erm, Manana” she said, Robyn looked at me for reassurance “that’s good” I said to her, she did well.

I swear, I want to pinch myself that Robyn is here because honestly I thought she was done with me, I didn’t blame her either but this, in my home and this “I did notice you said my love to Elena? I know that from Reign, you say it a lot” I smirked looking to the window, I swear I am just thankful “uhh yeah, I said good morning my love. You’re learning, you can learn more. What you think to the breakfast? Nice? Elena will ask” I am sure Robyn did enjoy it because her plate is clean “nice, I loved it” sitting back on the chair “how are you feeling though?” I am not ever speaking on that night with Robyn, she is forever hiding her arms now though. I am just going to deal with it myself “I feel a little happier, I just feel like at peace. Leon called and I said I just need time, I am ok. Thank you for bringing me here” I grinned “it’s ok” my phone started ringing, it’s Jay finally calling me back after he said leave it to me, answering the call “you took your time bro” I said “yo, it’s been a few hours. Don’t play me but I know who the guy is, he is some unknown rapper, trying to be a rapper. He’s a nobody, he lives in Inglewood, I can always get him beat up. He is a little bitch, he has a girl and he beat her up, she is forever crying. It’s easy, I can do it for you. Is Robyn ok? Seeing that footage, that was bad, like it really hit my heart. You know I would have gone there to her, why didn’t she say? I am her bodyguard” I sighed out “trust me, it’s been a mess. If you can do that for me, I owe you. I promise you I got you” I knew Jay would know, I mean he is from Cali and he knows people “I got you Maurice, tell Robyn I will see her soon” nodding my head “I will, good looking out though” disconnecting the call “you like my food?” Elena asked, I knew she would which made me laugh “it was very nice thank you Elena” Robyn said “you always want compliments on your food” I chuckled, she is sweet.

Walking down the steps going outside, Robyn decided to come outside so I thought I would join her and tell her what people are saying I guess, I don’t want her to be dumb to the situation. It’s cute to see Robyn taking pictures of the scenery, she is getting back to herself “you like it?” I asked, the sun is beaming down today “it’s breath taking, I am just sending pictures to my mom. She asked, like you really just lived this life” walking around the pool “yeah, it’s nice. I wanted to talk to you. You want to sit there” I pointed at the loungers “uh yeah sure” walking towards the loungers “it’s nothing too bad but I just need to speak to you about it” sitting down on the edge of the lounger “is it bad?” she sat across from me “I don’t know so like there was paparazzi when we got to airport, my publicist called me and told me there is stories going out about us, that we are doing a crisis talk, that also you are ready to do a tell all about my family. Also that I cheated and we ended, I know it’s my family talking because I mean they knew I was suppose to marry you, it never happened so they ran with it, I just didn’t want you to be in the dark with it all, that is it. It’s not bad, just informing you” Robyn let out an oh “how much would I get if I did a tell all?” I busted out laughing “uhm, a lot to be honest. But yeah, that is it” Robyn nodded her head “I was thinking of going for a walk, to see my Mami, you want to come?” I thought I would offer before I go “would you like me to come?” I chuckled, she questioned me back “I would like whatever you want Robyn, you can come” I hope she does “then I will come” my smile grew, I wanted that “you know what, like this whole thing. To know what I did to you, it’s really hurt me. Like I did that to you, I honestly promise you I will help you. Even if we don’t make it, you are still the woman I love and the mother of my child but I know your heart and you know mine, we know what we want” Robyn put her head down “I just felt stuck Maurice, I was not me. I wasn’t being me, I just feel like you wasn’t there for me like you are now so I wanted to be you and you right, it numbs you. But I wish you just was there for me” I made a mistake “well I am here now, don’t be ashamed of what happened either” Robyn smiled at me faintly “I will just get changed” she said as she walked off, I will never tell Robyn how she was butt naked talking to me drunk and how she was adamant in having sex, like there is things I wouldn’t mention. I will keep them close to my heart, I need to help her.

Robyn does take her damn time, like come on “I am here, sorry. I had to change, the jacket was too thick, so I just changed to this jean shirt” nodding my head, she looks beautiful either way “Santiago, we are heading out. Just down the road, I will be back” he smiled at Robyn “have a nice evening” he walked off, dragging open the door for Robyn “after you” I gestured, Robyn keep covering up and I know why but she don’t need too. Walking out behind her “you know, I wanted to say but never did. I would never do such a thing, I would never do a tell all at all because at the end of the day, Reign is a Davenport and that is also her family, it makes no sense” I trust Robyn “I never doubted you Robyn, trust me. It’s not a long walk, you saw it. The home wasn’t there at first, it got made for her. My dad said she did a great job” walking at the side of Robyn with my arms behind my back “that is nice of him” I am glad I have my shades on, I can check Robyn out without her saying I am doing it “I wanted to say, you know if you ever want too” I paused, let me word this right “if you want to know your real dad’ family or visit his grave then I can help you, I can make that happen for you. I feel like you need some type of closure, like Thomas is an asshole but he did help raise you and he did do a good job but he failed at the part where you needed him, I feel like I spurred that on, he felt the need to do what I did but he had you” I just needed her to know that “that does mean a lot but I think it’s late for that” shaking my head “never is, you can still pay your respects. I think your mom is still till this day thinking of that man, she really loved him. The way she spoke on him, I think with Thomas she adored that he took care of you” I talk too much sometimes “my mom likes talking to you more than me, Thomas did text me. He said that he regrets it, he didn’t ever forget a birthday and we meet hopefully” I am shocked he did “that just made me want to drink more when I read that, I didn’t reply” Robyn said “I think you need too, I think you need too see him and speak to him. I also think you should see Rell’ grave” looking up seeing Mami home, the conversation died out so I looked over at Robyn, she is just staring at me “Rell? Kind of figures, I mean I am named Robyn. You remember such detail” nodding my head “because I felt for Terry, still do. I am trying to always let her know she is needed, imagine what she went through. And honestly, I hurt Terry just like I did you. I promised her I would take care of you, you are her everything Robyn, something she can call her own, the daughter she had with the guy she technically loved” it is so very hot today “this is why I like Reign to be with Terry the most, and I don’t want my parents to have her. Reign is ok with some Davenport, not all but I want Terry to have Reign because she is the happiest then, I don’t know. I just have a heart for her and man. I called her, she sounded happy that I was with you but happy to know you was ok” watching Robyn, she seems a little emotional now “don’t be upset, just know I got you” placing my hand on my shoulder “I know” let me move my hand.

I am waiting for the gate to be unlocked, I did buzz but her husband answered. She got married I guess; I feel bad that shit just stopped communication wise “you sure she still lives here?” Robyn questioned “I know she does, I know it’s been years, but I am sure of it” my dad would have said “Dios mío, Maurice. Mi hijo!!! Mi hijo!” turning my head seeing her run over, her husband behind looked on, I am feeling a little emotional “Mami, te extrañé, guau!” I said back to her, just as I remember her, so full of life “Vine a verme, mi chico” Mami said as she tried to unlock the gate “Lo siento, he extrañado tu cara” the gate opened “Maurice it’s been so long, look at you” hugging her “I know, but Mami. My face hasn’t changed, but you have shrunk” I chuckled, she held onto me so tight “I have always waited on this moment Maurice, I know you would come and see me. I say to your dad when he comes, how is he. God, you have got so tall, so I shrunk” this is such a loving hug, my heart. Moving back from the hug, she grabbed my face “Mi hijo” she said as I grinned “always” she pressed a kiss to my cheek, and then another kiss “I am so happy to see you” she let my face go, I can’t stop smiling “Paula, Esta es mi novia” grabbing Paula hand “Robyn, this is Paula. My Mami, the woman that bought me up” Paula looked up at me smiling “Novia?” Paula questioned “hello Robyn, I am Paula” she shook Robyn’ hand “nice to meet you, I have heard a lot about you” which Robyn has, I am so happy to have seen her.

Sitting next to Robyn on the couch “what does she keep saying to you? When she held your face? And you said always?” Robyn asked “oh, she said my boy” Robyn cooed out “that is so cute, her home is beautiful. So, can she speak English now?” She said, I laughed “she can speak English, French, German. She taught me; Spanish is the main one though” Paula came into the living room “you didn’t need to bring any drinks in, it’s ok” she is fussing “Maurice, it has been nineteen years? I think, so long, you were like my baby. Robyn, I was twenty-six, my first job has a nanny, I hear Marquis Davenport needs a nanny, I said ok. And I see this baby in a crib, he was three months Robyn. I said his mom. Where is she, then they said his mom is in Texas, you are his nanny. I felt like his mom, I would bring him home sometimes, he was like my child. I spent every day and night with him, watched him when he was in hospital praying they said he didn’t have it, I was so scared at first. I didn’t know I had to live with him. I watch him grow up, he called me Mami, he was speaking broken English, so I had to start speaking always English. So, me and Maurice are very close, I thought why a mother would let her baby come here but Marquis, he is a strong man and he wanted him here with him” I can’t stop smiling “wow, so he was a baby? And you looked after him through it all, changing his diaper and everything?” Robyn asked “yes, I did everything for him. It was special moments with him watching him take his first steps, his first word was dada, I mean of course” my dad wouldn’t have it any other way “so Maurice has a special place in my heart forever, it hurt me so much to hear you cry in Texas. Me and Marquis decided you needed to move on, I know I lied. I had to lie, you wanted to stay here but look at you now! Oh my god, you are a man. Last time your dad said you had a wife but now girlfriend?” she had to say girlfriend, she couldn’t just use the Spanish lingo for it “well it’s complicated, I didn’t want Naomi but it happened but I am divorcing her and I am” I paused “she is my baby mother, I have a daughter” let’s change that subject “aww a girl? Can I see” Robyn about to say something and I need to change the subject.

Frowning at Paula “Maurice, this is my son. When you left, I met my husband and I had a son. Franco, this is Maurice” he looks like his mom, getting up from the couch “I heard a lot about you, she said I am not her first born. Ok, wow. I meet him now” shaking his hand “yeah, it was complicated, but I didn’t know she had a son, just one child?” I asked, she shook her head “I have two, you and Franco” I chuckled “but if you both had such a bond, Maurice why did you never come to see her?” Robyn said “I didn’t want her to see what I actually became; she would have been disappointed with me. I am in a better space in life” Robyn let out an oh “I have this, I show your girlfriend” can Paula relax with that word “yes his girlfriend will see that” Robyn said, she has a photobook, Robyn glared at me, I laughed nervously “Maurice, what is the word for girlfriend? You never said” Robyn asked “it’s girlfriend” I retorted “but it’s not is it? So tell me” she got me, she really got me “so this pictures I took of Maurice when we go everywhere, I kept it” Paula opened the photobook “it’s Novia” I said to her “interesting, I am sure you have no Novia” Robyn looked down at the book “no way, Maurice told me this. He liked to place his cloth over his face so can sleep?” Robyn pointed at the picture of me doing just that “yes, Marquis did not like it. Because he was scared that he would suffocate, he didn’t go anywhere without it” Paula explained “that is like his Novia” Robyn is funny, she now knows that word and will not drop it.

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Finding Home - Chapter 17

Finding Home: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC (Daisy Adams)

Word Count: 2017

Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, violence, major character death, mentions of sexual abuse/rape, pregnancy, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex, pregnancy sex, Bisexual MMF threesome)

Synopsis: Daisy Adams has abilities. She can read minds. Force her thoughts onto others. As a child, she is taken by Hydra and raised as a weapon. Daisy finds another and speaks to him in his dreams. He has been taken too. He wants to return to the man he loves. Can she get them back together? Will she even want to once she realizes that she’s falling in love?

Chapter 17

I woke suddenly, gasping for breath as the strong scent of ammonia felt like it stabbed me in the face. I blinked my eyes. Steve was cradling my head and looking down at me. I glanced around. I was lying on one of the stretchers kept on board for emergencies. They’d covered me in a blanket. Bucky was holding James, who was sleeping against his chest.

“Daisy?” Steve said.

I went to speak but my voice caught in my throat. Bucky appeared beside me and handed me a bottle of water. I took a sip and looked between them.

“We’re here,” Steve said. “We need to end this. Then maybe we can go home together. Jamie’s sleeping, but we can’t leave him alone. You need to look after him.”

“Okay,” I said, my voice cracking.

“If they come, do what you need to.” He said.

Steve kissed me on the forehead and let me lie back down. Bucky put James down beside me and I snuggled up to him. Bucky pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Stay safe.” He said and kissed my forehead too.

“Come back again,” I whispered.

I half-watched them stand in the door as the ramp opened letting the cold Siberian air blow through the jet. I had trouble focusing though. I just felt weak and still not quite here. Steve put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and they laughed. I closed my eyes.

The next thing I was aware of was the sound of jets. It sounded like the Iron Man suit. I scanned and felt Tony. I scrambled to my feet and staggered to the ramp opening it. Tony was facing it hands raised ready to fire, but when he saw me he lowered them again.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“I am not going to let you take them, Tony,” I said, ignoring him.

“That’s not why I’m here.” He went to move and I shut down his ability to walk.

“Stop right there.” I tried to yell, but my voice just came out as a croak. “You’re wondering what just happened. I shut down your motor functions. Try and use FRIDAY and I’ll shut down your brain. Why are you here?”

“Who are you?” Tony repeated.

“Fine don’t tell me.” I scanned him, sifting through his thoughts. Saw how he found the doctor was fake. How he’d set Bucky up. That Tony just wanted to fix this. I let him go.

My vision went hazy and I swayed on my feet. I turned on him and turned to get back into the jet. “Who are you?” Tony asked for the third time.

“Doesn’t matter. Go help them. I’ll fix that later.” I said, my voice barely audible to myself. I doubt he could have heard it.

I closed up the ramp and collapsed back next to James. He had stirred a little and was shivering. I pulled the blanket up over him and snuggled against him again. He wriggled around for a moment and stilled his head lolling back and his mouth open. I closed my eyes.

The next thing I was aware of was the ramp opening and Steve supporting Bucky onto the jet. I tried sitting up but my head swam.

“What happened?” I asked. “Did the other soldiers do that?”

Steve sat Bucky down next to me. His arm was missing and his pain was so bad that it felt like mine was too. James woke up and started crying. He felt it too.

“It was a setup. Stark did that.” Steve answered. He went to the jets stores and took out handcuffs and walked back down the ramp. Jamie and Bucky were shivering.

“Shh… Jamie. It’s okay. You can block his pain out. You just have to think.” I said, stroking his head.

Jamie turned to Bucky and touched his leg. The pain Bucky felt suddenly eased right back. It was still there, but it was like Jamie had just dimmed the pain receptors.

“Not what I meant, but that works I guess,” I said.

Bucky lay down next to us on his back. James crawled onto his chest and lay down, I covered them both with the blanket.

“You’re bleeding again,” Bucky said, linking his fingers with mine.

“So are you,” I replied. “Tony did this to you? I let him go. He was here to help.”

Bucky shook his head. “We were set up. I deserved it. Daisy, I wish you’d just killed me back when we were in Hydra.”

“Bucky – I …”

He cut me off. “I know.”

Steve returned to the jet. He took James from Bucky and took him to the cockpit. I closed my eyes and let the jet’s engine send me back to sleep while I held Bucky’s hand.

I woke being lifted onto a gurney by a group of people. I panicked and lashed out, my mind pushing them away. I blacked out.

The next time I woke I was lying in a hospital bed. There were machines beeping and everything was very white. I looked around and saw Bucky sitting up in a bed next to me. He was dressed in white and they’d done something to the stump of his arm. He smiled at me when he noticed I was looking at him.

“Hey, doll. How are you feeling?” He asked.

I went to speak but I couldn’t quite find my voice. Bucky got up and picked up a box of juice from a tray in front of him. He hopped out of bed and brought it over to me, sitting on the side of the bed. I sat up, took it and drank. I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Where are we?”

“Wakanda. In the palace.” Bucky said.

“What?” I said furrowing my brow. This didn’t make any sense.

“Do you remember the guy in black, dressed like a cat?” Bucky asked. I nodded. “That was the king of Wakanda. He offered us a safe place to recover. You can have your baby here.”

“But why? And where’s Jamie?”

Bucky laughed. I hadn’t heard him do that before. Ever. It made me feel light and my heart hurt. “Jamie is with Steve. King T'Challa offered us this safe house because he is a good person and he wanted to do the right thing.”

Bucky rested his hand on my leg. I looked down at it and then back up to him. “I missed you so much, Bucky,” I said, and I started to cry.

Bucky shifted up the bed and wrapped his arm around me, patting me on the back. “I know. I know. But look at what you did. You changed your life. You got away from Hydra. You have a beautiful son. And Steve.”

“I don’t have Steve anymore. You do.” I said. Saying that out loud hurt.

Bucky’s face fell. I tried to read him but he held me out.

“Daisy, you gotta take a break with your powers. Let yourself heal.” Bucky said. “You wanna know what’s in my head I’ll tell you. We don’t have secrets. Do we, doll?”

I shook my head and he leaned in and kissed me. I pulled back away from him. “Bucky. I can’t … what are you doing?”

“I spoke with the doctors. They’ve agreed to put me on ice again.” He said. “I love you. I love him. But for now, you’re going to have to be enough for each other. I can’t risk someone turning me into The Soldier again. I just can’t do it.”

I reached up and put my hands on his head. “I’ll fix it. Get him out of there.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide and he shook his head in real panic. “Stop!” He yelped.

I looked at him confused.

He sighed deeply. “They scanned you while you were out. Doll, your powers are killing you.”

“It’s okay. I swear. They’re just acting up. Like you said, I need to rest. Please don’t go under again. I can fix this. Just give me time.” I pleaded with him.

He held my face in his hand. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll stick around to meet this guy.” He moved his hand to my belly. “I regret not being there for you when you were pregnant last time. If they think you’re well enough to fix me after the baby is born. I’ll let you. Otherwise, I just need the peace. I need to know I am not gonna hurt anyone else.”

Bucky was let out of the hospital wing that day. They had set us up with an apartment in the palace. So he and Steve went and stayed there while they continued to run tests on me.

Steve and Bucky would come and see me every day while I was in the hospital. They’d bring James. I had wondered if maybe he’d start talking if I wasn’t around all the time, but he seemed to be belligerently refusing to.

Turns out, my abilities were burning out my brain. Which sucked because turning them off was harder for me than keeping them on. They were looking at ways to undo the damage. Including the possibility of replicating the Super Soldier Serum in the hopes that the healing factor it induced might fix the problem. They’d taken blood from both Bucky and Steve to see if they could replicate it. The main concern was the serum’s history of increasing violent tendencies. If they were even able to replicate it, it could be a mistake me taking it.

For now, I just had to hope my resting and not actively using my abilities at all would allow me to heal enough on my own.

Each time Steve and Bucky came to visit they seemed more of a couple. They would come in holding hands. They’d do that annoyingly cute couple thing where you just had to sneak touches. I was happy they had each other but it hurt too. I knew that no matter what they’d be my family, but I’d lost them.

Bucky came in alone one day. He said Steve was going to bust the other’s out of prison. I was a little shocked, to be honest. I guess maybe Steve was capable of more chaotic good that I had thought.

Bucky sat up on the bed behind me. He was wearing white cotton and he seemed lighter that he had for a long time. I rested back against him as he stroked his hand over my stomach. I was only just starting to show, and there was the slightest swell that his fingers danced over. Jamie was curled up against my side. He was very clingy when he came to visit.

I sighed.

“What is it, doll? You sick of being in here?” Bucky asked.

I shook my head.

“Hey, no secrets. Remember?” He said.

“You and Steve. You’re … you’ve been together.” I said. I meant it as a question. It came out as a statement.

“Yeah. We have.” Bucky answered. There was a pause and neither of us said anything. I could feel his mind racing. Wondering if he needed to say sorry, or explain himself or leave it at that. “Daisy … Steve and I …”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. I – You belong together. I just don’t know where I belong anymore. I kind of feel like you’re part of me, Bucky. We shared our thoughts for 20 years. And Steve - we …” I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “I’m tied to both of you. Now, what do I do?”

Bucky kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Daisy. This is all a mess. I still plan to go under ice though. Steve’s going to need you.”

That hurt my heart in so many ways. I had started thinking he’d changed his mind. The thing that hurt worst was the idea that it was somehow my job to be Steve’s back up plan. The problem was, I’d do it. I’d do it in a heartbeat.

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