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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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045. Part 2

As said, this is a three-parter and the warnings apply to all parts. Only the bold ones to this part. I promise it will end well in the last(?) next part! (You know me I never let it end bad!)

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hannor/Hankon | AU: reverse AU (Warnings: android being shipped off to Cyberlife for analysis of deviancy, loss of privacy, loss of control, most think the android is dead, grieving character, trauma because of past mistakes, canon-typical violence)

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The precinct was as silent as ever that day. No one dared to say a single word out loud. Maybe there were whispers where necessary, but mostly it was dead quiet. After Richard had come back yesterday, he had gone straight back to Connor’s and Hank’s desk and pulled the android out of his chair. There was a screaming match between Connor and Richard as the stronger, taller twin pushed Hank against a wall, punching him straight into the regulator. Hank’s calmness and lack of reaction only made Richard more furious about it all and his attacks more intense. Connor tried pulling him away, only to earn a fist on his eye, too. It was Fowler who forced him to stop, standing on the stairs to his office, threatening Richard with a disciplinary and suspension. Connor had doubted this to hold his brother back, but he had let Hank go and marched back to his desk in silence.

Connor didn’t file a complaint and Hank wasn’t damaged enough to get him for it, so Richard wasn’t suspended. Still the next day he didn’t come to work, apparently ill. Connor was conflicted. He could understand Richard’s reaction and he worried for his well-being but throwing his fists around was not a good way to handle this. As much as Connor himself hated Hank for it, he still was just a machine. He wasn’t deviant. He followed his orders. No matter how wrong they were, who gave them initially was at fault, not Hank.

Connor couldn’t take this any longer. There was a familiar itch in his hand and his head was too busy for him. Only a few hours in, everything was already pressing down on him and he longed for a bottle to wash it all away. He knew it wasn’t healthy, he knew it was a bad thing to do, but he just couldn’t help it. ‘Fuck it’, he mumbled under his breath, shutting off his terminal. ‘I’m going.’ ‘Where to, Lieutenant?’, the android asked, but he was already walking away. ‘I’m going.’

Hank stayed at work without informing anyone of Connor’s absence. It wasn’t necessary as they had no running mission and as it had turned out a deviant hadn’t been among the gang-members but their very own precinct, he was left without a task. ‘Hey, there has been a homicide reported. Eden-club. Some Sex-club downtown. You… errr… where’s Connor?’ ‘You can give me the details; I’ll brief him once he’s back from the restroom.’ A lie. Not the best of options but acceptable as long as he did find Connor and followed the mission. ‘Yeah sure. I’ll upload it to your terminal then.’

Hank had checked Jimmy’s bar with no luck and was now driving to Connor’s house, hoping to find him there. No one answered as he rang the doorbell, but that didn’t mean Connor wasn’t home. As he went around the house, he could see the man lying on the floor unconscious. So, he did the reasonable thing breaking in and slapping him awake. ‘Connor, we got a case.’ ‘Fffffuck off, ya damn android!’ ‘Don’t think I can do that. You are intoxicated and I need you. I’ll sober you up for your own safety, Lieutenant.’ ‘Ya ain’t gonna do shit, ya hear me? You did enough already!’ Regardless of Connor’s words, he hoisted him up and pulled him to the bathroom pushing him under ice-cold water. Finally, that pulled him out of it. ‘Hank? What the fuck are you doing here?’ ‘We have a case. A homicide reported 43 minutes ago.’ ‘Shit. They’ll give me so much shit for leaving…’ ‘I don’t think they realised.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I told them you were off to the bathroom.’ ‘For four hours?’ Hank shrugged. ‘They didn’t seem to notice you leaving.’ ‘And you lied to them?’ ‘I can lie if it helps me archieve my mission.’ ‘I wish you could have lied yesterday.’ ‘About what?’ ‘Oh, fuck off, would’ya? Go get me some clothes, I’ll be up in a minute.’

They drove to the Eden-club in silence and Hank only half-way spoke up: ‘Connor? Can I ask you a question?’ ‘Of fucking course.’ ‘I only follow my mission. I am expected to follow my mission. I am made to obey. Yet me detecting an android amidst us as a deviant made you and your brother angry. What did I do wrong?’ ‘Hank, you… You did nothing wrong. But your mission may be wrong. I wouldn’t say all these androids rebelling and running away from their jobs and murdering people are good things. But that GV200? He was content working here. Deviant or not wouldn’t have made a difference. He loved my brother. He saved him. I can’t see what is wrong with that.’ ‘He wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to obey. He didn’t. That is wrong.’ ‘Okay, let me tell you from experience: Orders are not always perfect. Someone gives you an order thinking about all eventualities and meaning good. But in the end when you are there yourself, you might see something the one who gave that order didn’t expect. And then you should evaluate it yourself, not just blindly follow it.’ ‘But that would be against protocol.’ ‘If Gavin followed protocol my brother would be dead. And we got the perp anyways. So, he did the right thing.’ ‘He disobeyed’, Hank disagreed. ‘That can be the same thing’, Connor sighed and put on the radio to stop any further argument.

Investigating the crime at the Eden-club quickly got messier than thought. Hank managed to trace the blue-haired Tracy easily, but once he found her it was a blur of fast preconstruction and programmed responses. Connor was fighting a second android, but they both were remarkably competent, and Hank had to concentrate on his android completely. Somehow, they ended up outside, Hank jumping up from where he had fallen, gun in hand and aiming for the blue-haired Tracy. He could shoot. He could spare her. She was a deviant. Connor’s words were still in his head, otherwise he would have shot without hesitance. Sometimes disobeying and doing the right thing is the same. He loved him. Before he knew he had decided, the moment of choice had passed and the Tracy backed up, explaining herself. Hank was still overwhelmed, his software instability messing with his system. Why hadn’t he shot? Had he disobeyed? He watched them get away and flinched, when Connor sighed and turned to leave. ‘Maybe it’s better this way.’

The next weeks Richard had come back to work. But he was the shadow of the man he once had been. He wasn’t focussed on work, Connor often found him staring off into the distance. When he did work it was sloppy and not as thoroughly as in the past. He had been assigned a new partner at the end of the week and Connor had expected it to go to shit. But Richard was civil with the TI300 and they formed an efficient team. But it wasn’t like before. Richard was wasting away. His formerly neat and tidy appearance slacked, his hair was greasy and dishevelled and his favourite form of communication were a series of variating grunts. Connor couldn’t remember when the last time had been his brother smiled. Ever since Hank found him collapsed in his kitchen the android had apparently decided to take care of him as much as he was allowed, annoying him into eating properly and to stay away from the alcohol as much as possible. It didn’t do shit, he was still drunk most days, but he felt awful about it afterwards. Seeing Richard now slowly spiral into the same shithole, was an entirely different thing.

He wanted to help his brother, be there for him, but work quickly came in between him and his plans. More and more cases of deviancy arose and it was spreading like an illness. With Marcus protesting in the streets and it all being as peaceful as it could be, it got out of hand pretty fast. Detroit felt more and more like a forming warzone and less like a city. People fled to relatives outside the city or took a vacation. With the coming winter the streets were empty and everyone full of concern. Richard wasn’t able to work anymore. He couldn’t act against deviants and as the order came for SWAT to clear the streets and put all androids into holding camps, he refused as he was asked to join them. He requested leave from the police afterwards and only a lot of coaxing from Connor’s side let him give in to staying at his place. Whenever he came home now, Richard would be sitting on his couch huddled in a blanket and watching the news, their enormous dog Sumo in his lap. The dog wasn’t allowed there normally, but Connor couldn’t bring himself to telling Richard this. He needed comfort, so to hell with the state of the cushions. At least he didn’t drink. Richard had always been one to only drink on special occasions and maybe that saved him from wrecking his body even more. Some nights Connor could hear him cry in the living room and whenever Hank accompanied Connor home, he didn’t speak a word.

He still believed Gavin was alive. Connor saw the hope in his eyes when one of Marcus’ marches was covered by the news. He could see his hurt whenever another shooting of androids had been mentioned. He could see his anger when Cyberlife was interviewed. Connor wanted it to be true. That the GV200 was stored away in some lab and no matter what had been done to him, that at least he was still alive. He wanted that Marcus was successful. He wanted it all so badly. But he didn’t believe it.

He didn’t believe it, until it happened.

The androids were singing, the President had called the army off and Richard…

Richard was smiling.

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temilyrights · 4 years

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the case of us (chapter two)

Summary: The search for Samantha Walden, Readers former best friend, continues! Jack Sloane x Reader.

Word Count: 3880

A/N: Who’d of thought I’d get the second chapter out in less than two weeks? Not me! Anyway, hope you enjoy! Feedback is of course always welcome :) This chapter isn’t as Jack filled as I’d like but I promise that in future chapters you’ll get a lot more Jack/Reader content!

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Chapters One, Chapter Three

“Finally! I’ve been in here forever.” Florek complains the second you enter interrogation with McGee. You roll your eyes. The man hadn’t even been sitting there for 15 minutes. Neither of you says anything as you make your way to the table, sitting down and dropping the case file. You glare at Florek and he shuffles slightly in his seat. “What’s this about?”

“Why don’t you tell us?” McGee prompts and Florek just narrows his eyes.

“You’re the ones who dragged me away from my sick mother's bedside!”

“Robert Moore” You speak and Florek grounds his teeth, fist tightening in anger on the table. “You know him?” You smirk, opening the case file you begin to slowly flick through it before stopping suddenly. “Oh, that’s right. He’s the man who sent you to prison.”

Florek doesn’t say anything but you can hear his foot tapping from underneath the table. You pull out the letter Sloane had thought could possibly be from Florek and place it in front of him. “Seems like you have a lot of anger about it.”

Florek barely looks at the letter, “I didn’t send that.”

You point out a couple of lines. “And yet these are almost an exact copy of the words you shouted at Moore when you were found guilty...Anyway, it doesn’t really matter if you admit to it if you were ever even in the vicinity of that letter our forensic scientist will find it.” Kasie had actually already looked over the letter and there was no DNA evidence connecting him to it, but he didn’t need to know that.

Florek shuffled in his seat again looking between the two of you. You just raised your eyebrow at him.

“You had to make him suffer right? I mean he sent you to Prison.” McGee begins. Trying to goad the man into saying something incriminating. “He’s the reason your wife left and took away your children.” Florek’s fists tighten harder and he glares at McGee.

“Damn right. Asshole deserves to have a little fear in him.” Florek smirks proudly. Gotcha.

“So that’s why you kidnapped his daughter right? To teach him a lesson.”

Florek’s eyes widened in surprise “Whoa! What? No way! No one said anything about kidnapping!”

“I mean I understand wanting to make him suffer. It’s ok...You just need to tell us where she is before this goes any further” You soothe.

“Are you guys crazy! I didn’t kidnap anyone!” Florek’s spluttering now, desperate for you both to believe him.

“Then tell us where you were at around 2 pm on Sunday.” You cross your arms across your chest, leaning back in your chair.

“I was at the hospital like I am every day! There’s gotta be cameras, there right? You can check that! I didn’t do this!” It was your turn to ground your teeth in annoyance.

“Fuck sake!” You shout, wringing your hands, as the door to interrogation closes behind you.

“There isn’t a guarantee he’s innocent. We’ll get Kasie to check the footage.” Bishop tries to soothe you as she exits the observation room and comes to join you and McGee.

“You saw his face. He’s innocent and now we’re back to having zero suspects!” Bishop reaches her hand out to your arm, but you step away. “I’m going to go see if Kasie has anything.” You’re already walking away but you still hear the sigh McGee releases.

Kasie’s office is empty when you get down there, all the lights and computers turned off. You frown, pulling out your phone to text her.

Hey. I’m here for an update on the phone? Where are you?

The reply is almost instant.

Gone home. The phone was a lot more damaged than I expected. Turns out it had fallen into a puddle. Leaving it in rice overnight. Should have an update by the time you get to the office tomorrow.

You sigh, jamming your phone back into your pocket and head back to the bullpen. It’s just after 7 now and the office is basically empty apart from the team.

“Alright. Everyone home. We’ll pick up tomorrow.” Gibbs speaks as you enter. The other three go-to move but hesitate when they see you.

“Go home? Sam’s still out there!” You protest outraged. How many times has Gibbs made you all stay here all night with a case like this?

“There’s nothing else to be done tonight.”

“We could go through records-”

“It’s all been done Y/N. Go home. Get some rest.” Gibbs is turning off his own computer now and the rest of the team begin to do the same.

You shake your head. “Unbelievable.” Turning off your own computer and grabbing your stuff you run off to the elevator and descending before the rest of the team can move.

You toss and turn the whole night unable to relax. Memories of Sam play through your head continuously and you end up pulling out an old photo album and looking through photos of the pair of you from back at college. All it does is make your heart hurt and before you know it your sobbing deeply, hardly able to breathe.

All of this was too much. You didn’t know what you’d do if Sam wasn’t found. But when she is, what will the fallout be? Seeing her again...you didn’t know if you could do it. You wish none of this had happened.

You eventually put the album back away and try to go back to sleep. You only manage a couple of hours before you’re awake again. You give up on sleep, instead deciding to get up and shower. It’s not even 6 am.

There’s no point in hanging around your house so you instead go to work, stopping at your favourite coffee shop on the way to grab a drink and your favourite breakfast snack. You're ridiculously early so you aren’t surprised the rest of the team isn’t in, but you spot Kasie’s car and after dropping your bag off at your desk, and throwing away your now empty coffee cup, you head to the lab.

“Morning Kase.” You smile at the woman who was currently drinking her own coffee.

“Hey! You’re here early.” Kasie jumps slightly turning around to face you.

“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.” You shrug ignoring the sad smile Kasie offers you. “Could say the same for you.”

“Wanted to get the phone sorted, and you’re in luck by the way!” Kasie turns to the phone sitting on the table in front of her and you come and stand beside her. “Samantha’s been getting a lot of hang-up calls over the last month and there was this…” Kasie clicks a voicemail on the phone. It’s quiet but after a second or two, you can hear deep male breathing.

You frown and Kasie pauses it. “Yeah, it’s just that for a minute or so before it disconnects.”

“So, you are thinking a stalker? Any way to track it?”

“It seems possible.” Kasie shrugs. “The phone is turned off but if it does turn back on again, we’ll definitely be able to.”

You thank Kasie and head back up to the bullpen. You’re just sitting down at your desk when your phone rings. You don’t recognise the number.

“Special Agent Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N.” You instantly still, swallowing roughly at Felicity’s voice. “Sorry for phoning so early but do you have an update on Sam?” You can hear the anxiety and tiredness in her voice, and you know she probably got even less sleep than you last night.

“We ruled out a few people. Did Sam mention getting hang-up calls over the last month?”

You can hear the surprise in Felicity’s voice when she speaks. “No, she never mentioned anything. Do you think it could be connected?”

“It’s definitely a-”

“Oh, would you shut up!” Felicity hisses and your eyes widen in surprise.

“Excuse me?”

“That wasn’t at you, sorry. There’s been this weird beeping noise around the house the last week or so and I’ve got no idea where it’s coming from.” Felicity sighs.

“Did anyone ever come and check your house?”

“No. Honestly I'm sure it’s nothing, just batteries that need changing somewhere.”

“Let’s be sure ok? Once the team gets in, we’ll come over and do a sweep.” Felicity agrees and ends the call. You spend the next half hour finishing the report on Daniel Florek’s interrogation yesterday and it’s not long before people start filing into the building.

Sloane appears first not at all surprised to see you sitting at your desk. She passes you a cup of fresh coffee. “Didn’t know how you took it, so I brought milk and sugar sachets too”

“Thanks” you smile, taking the outstretched sachets, you tip in one milk and then three sugars and then look to Sloane who’s perched herself on the side of your desk.

“Ah! A fellow sugar lover” The blonde laughs. “I was sure you’d already be here. Did you get any sleep last night?” She asks laughter now replaced with concern.

“A few hours.” You answer truthfully, rolling your eyes as her concern increases. You both continue to chat for a bit, and it isn’t long before the rest of the team begins to file in.

Torres is just putting down his bag, the last to arrive, when you tell the team about your conversation with Felicity and also Kasie. “Ok. McGee, Y/N. Let’s go.” Gibbs signals, standing from his desk. Torres breathes a sigh of relief flopping into his chair and Ellie just rolls her eyes at him.

“Mind if I tag along as well?” Sloane looks between you and Gibbs.

“Whatever Jack” Gibbs shrugs. The blonde mutters something under her breath. You don’t quite catch it, but you see her roll her eyes which prompts you to smother a laugh. She looks at you, her face lightening into her own smile before tapping your desk and standing up. “Ok. Let’s go!”

You were grateful they’d moved to a new house, unsure how you’d cope with going to a place that held so many memories. You all separate through the house; you take the living room and Felicity stands by the door as you search.

It’s a lovely house, simplistic with lots of flashes of bright colours and so very Sam and Felicity. You can’t help but walk over to the photo frames filling one of the walls. Your eyes widen in surprise when you fall on an old photo of you and Sam at graduation. That ache in your chest is back and you quickly look away, clearing your throat and focusing properly on the room.

You start looking through the shelves and you frown noticing a small camera hidden in amongst some trinkets. Just as you grab it McGee shouts from another room “Got a camera!”

After everyone’s finished searching there’s a combination of 7 devices, mostly cameras but also a couple of listening devices as well. Each one is bagged up and McGee heads back to base to get them to Kasie.

“I can’t believe it…” Felicity’s in shock and Sloane reaches out, placing a calming hand on her shoulder.

“Can you think of anyone who had access to your house over the last few months?”

“That would do this? I’ve got no idea!”

“Fe” You sigh and then immediately clear your throat at the use of her nickname, Felicity’s eyes snap to yours and she offers a weak smile “Just think...it could be anyone? Have you had any work done in the house recently?”

Felicity’s eyes light up “Oh! We had a plumber a couple of months ago. He came over two or three times because he had to do work in our bathroom, but I never met him, Sam dealt with it all.” Felicity begins to rummage through a filing cupboard. “I should have something with their business name on...Ah-ha!” She pulls out a letter, bringing it over and handing it to you.

“Brody’s Plumbing” You read “Ok, we’ll check them out.”

You turn to leave “Wait!” Felicity speaks and you turn back to face her. She bites her lip nervously “A-are you sure you’ve got all the devices?”

Your gaze softens “Yes but go stay with Robert if you don’t feel safe here.” Felicity nods “Do you want someone to wait while you pack a bag?”

“No, it’s fine” Felicity shakes her head. “Just go find her.” You reach out, squeezing the woman's hand lightly, before turning and following Gibbs and Sloane out of the building.

Now with only one car as McGee had taken the other all 3 of you head to the plumbers. You text McGee to let him know and he tells you he’ll get Bishop and Torres to start looking into it, he’s just got back and going to join Kasie with the cameras.

It’s a short drive and when you enter the building you find an employee straight away “NCIS” You, Gibbs and Sloane all-flash your badges. “Who is the manager?”

“You’re talking to him! Brody Kilmer” The large man holds out his hand to shake, a wide smile on his face. “How can I help you guys?” The man leads you all to his office.

“We need to speak to one of your employee’s. The man who worked on Samantha and Felicity Walden's house a few months ago.”

“Sure, let me look it up.” The man turns to his computer and you begin to tap your foot impatiently. Your eyes turn to Gibbs who gives you a look that clearly says calm down. Your foot freezes and you turn back to look at Brody. “Ah” The man finally says, and you notice how he clears his throat awkwardly “Stephen Humphrey is the man you’re looking for, but he no longer works here.”

“Why is that?” Sloane speaks from next to you.

“There was an issue a couple of weeks ago, a client complained that they’d caught Stephen going through their bedroom. I’d confronted him about it, and he flipped out. I fired him.”

“Were there any other incidents like this?” Gibbs asks.

“No, but if I’m being honest, he did give off a creepy vibe.”

“Do you have his address?” Brody looks it up on his computer, reading it out to you all. You search up the location in your phone and discover its only 30 minutes away.

-- Your phone rings just as Gibbs sets the car to drive. “Y/N” You answer.

“It’s McGee. We’ve traced the cameras to the house of-”

“Stephen Humphrey. Yeah, we’re heading there now. Humphrey was the plumber.”

“Right” McGee chuckles. You hear Kasie’s distorted voice over the line and McGee then changes to speakerphone.

“Stephen Humphrey. Never been arrested-” You set your own phone to speakerphone so Sloane and Gibbs can hear “-although he has multiple restraining orders. The most recent one being from an ex-girlfriend last year.”

“Any reports of violence?” Sloane asks from her seat in the front.

“None but he’s known to have a temper.” You say goodbye to McGee and Kasie and end the call and not long later you’re pulling up outside Humphreys house. Guns drawn Gibbs instructs you go around the back of the house in case he tries to run, Gibbs and Sloane will enter through the front.

“Stephen Humphrey. NCIS, open up!” You hear Gibbs yell. There’s no response and you can’t see or hear any movement from inside. Gibbs knocks in the front door and you do the same to the back door. You hear Gibbs and Sloane both shout ‘clear!’ as they check the house.

You enter the last room, the bedroom, and falter in shock at Humphrey’s walls. You quickly clear the room, shouting out ‘got something!’ and going back to standing in the middle of the room to focus on the wall. The whole wall is covered with surveillance photos of Sam. They’re in a range of locations, her house, school, just on the streets and even a few from the outside of Robert’s house.

“Oh wow,” Sloane says when she enters the room, Gibbs is behind her and looks equally stunned.

“He hasn’t been here for a few days,” Gibbs says, and you lift your eyebrows in question. “Gone off take-out and the mail’s started to collect.”

“Right cause they can never make it easy.” You sigh. The three of you make quick work of photographing and collecting the evidence. There are more photos dotted around the house, also the hard drives and computer where he’d been storing all the surveillance footage from Sam and Felicity’s home.

When you get back to the office it’s lunchtime. Sloane disappears back to her office and you stop in the break room to grab a snack from the vending machine, it would have to do for now. You’re just arriving back to the bullpen when Gibbs barks “Update” He’s got coffee and you’re wondering when he had the time because it’s not the shitty stuff from the office. You walk over to stand next to him as you all congregate around the screen and Gibbs shoves another cup of coffee into your hands. You smile up at him gratefully before turning your attention to the screen as McGee begins to talk.

He informs you all that the BOLO had been issued and that him and Kasie had finished going through the cameras, they didn’t get any new information, just proof that they were Humphrey’s as his fingerprints were all over them and also that they’d been filming for about 8 weeks, so from when they hired him to fix their bathroom. Bishop confirms the hang-up calls started the same time as when Humphrey was fired from his job, probably the trigger for the escalation.

“Family?” Gibbs asks and Torres quickly begins to speak.

“No siblings and his father died 10 years ago to cancer. So just his mother, however, she’s living in a care home in DC. She moved there last year but before that, she was living with Humphrey.”

“No other properties?” You ask, biting your lip anxiously.

“There’s a storage unit the mother owned but unsure if it’s still hers. Waiting for the business to phone me back...” Gibbs just stares at Torres “...Or I could phone them again now.” Torres spins around and grabs his office phone.

While Torres is doing that Bishop informs you all that he owns a handgun. You didn’t find it at the house which meant it was almost definitely with him.

“They own the storage locker, the man on the desk said he’s seen Humphrey going back and forth over the last week,” Torres speaks, hanging up the phone. Everyone quickly jumps into action then and less than 5 minutes later you’re on the way to the storage unit.

You all quickly make your way down the aisles of units, silently stopping around the corner to see if you can see anything. The unit door is closed but you can see it’s unlocked. McGee and Torres get ready to lift the door, while the rest of you stand to the side just in case.

“NCIS” is shouted as the doors open and immediately a bullet flies forwards, it hits the wall missing you all. You finally turn the corner to see the room and your eyes immediately fall to Sam who whimpers, tears falling down her face. Her wrists and ankles are strapped to a chair. You can’t see her injuries too well from the lighting, but you can tell she’s covered in bruises and there a deep bloody wound on her head. You can tell she’s been trying to fight back the entire time.

Humphrey is crouching behind Sam to avoid giving any of you a line of shot. He’s got a gun in one hand pointed towards all of you and a knife in the other held tightly against Sam’s throat.

“Put down the gun Stephen. We can all walk out of here alive if you put the gun down.” Bishop speaks, As you and Torres try to shuffle to the side of the room in hopes of finding a better angle.

Sam’s only half-conscious, her head wobbling side to side. You just needed her to drop her head and you’d have a line of shot. Humphrey notices Torres moving closer and turns the gun to him. “Stop moving. I’ll shoot!” Torres stills but you take another step forward. The man turns to look at you before holding the gun to the ceiling and shooting. “I said stop!”

Everyone stills and Bishop is back to soothing the man and you can see him beginning to calm down, the knife in his hand has lowered slightly to the base of Sam’s neck. Humphrey still has the gun trained in the direction of the team. His head pokes to the side of Sam’s, giving Torres and McGee a line of shot.

One of them shoots. Humphrey jerks, his hand tightening on the knife and slamming into Sam before he falls backwards. Sam screams and blood exits her mouth causing her to choke. You run towards her, belting your gun and fall to your knees, your hands apply pressure around the knife still in her neck to try and slow the bleeding.

There are tears streaming down your face. “I’ve got you, Sam, just stay awake ok? I’ve got you.” Sam's head begins to roll forward and you abandon your hold on her neck to her head to stop it from falling and hope the movement doesn’t make the damage worse. She’s still choking on blood and your hands shake as she struggles to say your name.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” You repeat over and over again in a mantra. Someone has untied Sam from the chair and her hand reaches out to weakly grip your arm. You bite your lip hard to stop a sob escaping your mouth.

What feels like hours, but in reality is only a couple minutes, someone grabs your shoulder and tugs lightly.

“Let go Y/N. The EMT’s have her.” You shakily stand up and step back, a hand immediately coming to replace your own around Sam’s head.

They stabilise the knife in a neck before transferring her onto a gurney. You turn around and realise the person who’d been supporting your shaking body was Gibbs, his hand drops from your shoulder.

“I’ve-I’ve...” There are still tears rolling down your face, and your hands and clothes are covered in blood. You don’t know what to do as you stutter looking between Gibbs, your own hands, and Sam, who the EMT’s are beginning to wheel from the room.

“Go.” Gibbs nods. You needed to contact Felicity and Robert. “We’ll call them. Go Y/N.”

You nod weakly and run after the gurney. Swallowing deeply as you jump into the back of the ambulance, you grab Sam’s hand squeezing tightly. She’s passed out now. “You’ve got to make it Sammy. Ok? Fe and Dad, they need you.” Sam starts coding and you jump back in your seat as the EMT begins CPR. Tears continue to stream down your face as you try to choke back your strangled sobs. She had to make it. She had too.

#jack sloane x reader #jack sloane #jacqueline sloane #the case of us #multi chapter #slow burn #chapter two #ncis #maria bello #reader insert #fem!reader

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medicallybl0nde · 5 years

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I finally got through all the cardio lectures! Next up is the few respiratory components and then the pracs. Hopefully I’ll get all that done by tomorrow night so I can spend saturday and monday doing extra revision

I got my results back for that dumb lab report, my second stats assignment, and my virology exam. 95% for the report, 77.5% for the assignment, and 90.7% for the exam..not too bad. I must say getting 90′s is fun but also gives me this weird feeling of disappointment for getting so close to 100 but not achieving it. the 77.5% on the assignment was more than I was expecting for a math based unit but still not the HD I promised myself I’d be getting in all units.

I’m a little disappointed with where I’m at with my studies at the moment. which is harsh considering this time last year I was doing only 3 units and failing 2 of them. But I have such a big journey ahead of me and I can’t let any part of me go soft just because I’ve “come so far”...I can’t afford to be like “wow look how good I’ve been I’m going to let myself rest for a second” because that’s how you lose your shit y’know. I feel like lately I’ve been losing it a little, I’ve hardly studied at all for chem and stats. I’m only just now catching up on physiology with less than a week to go till the midsem. the only unit I’m excelling at near perfectly is medical microbiology...because, well, at my absolute core I’m a microbiologist. My AIMS majors (if I sit the AIMS year) will be microbiology, immunology, and probably biochem. It’s so hard to tell my brain to let go of micro a little so I can concentrate on the other units. I just naturally gravitate towards the lab sciences.

Putting all these thoughts aside for a minute, I am leaning more and more towards doing the AIMS year no matter what (meaning even if I qualify to apply for med school next year I’ll wait the extra year) the more I think about it the more I get excited to graduate an AIMS accredited laboratory medical scientist. and the fourth year with a good gamsat score will mean it’ll be almost guaranteed I can get into unimelb... which is the #1 med school in australia and 17th in the world (which seems pretty low on the list but considering there is 100+ med schools just in the US alone not including another 100+ in the UK and even more with the combined other countries....it’s a big deal)

If I cap my undergrad a year early and graduate at the end of next year, with perfect grades, I’d never get anywhere near unimelb. it’s still a possibility I’ll apply next year but yeah, if I do the AIMS year....I’ll get into a better school and get out of this city. kind of a good trade for an extra year of my life. I get to spend it in a lab and by the end of it I’ll be in a good position to get into the best med school in the country and therefor become one of the countries best med students. (as long as my grades stay up for this year and next)

back to study stuff: basically, I’m mad at myself for my study schedule in sem 1, I’ve hardly put any effort into my time management and I’m going to really need to strap in for finals in 2 months. I’m definitely going to spend winter break reviewing my approach to study schedules (whilst gamsat prepping)

Anyways, wish me luck for this physiology midsem on cardio and resp. ta.

#personal #study update #studyblr #physiology #everything hurts #an honest critical self review of my current approach to how i study #im shit

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dreamdragonkadia · 6 years

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Being married to Tony Stark Include...Part 2

Tony can get really jealous when people ask you to dance or when you get dragged into a group chat.

He always saves you from these rich people and reporters.

People ain't allowed to talk bad about his wife, or he gets involved. Sassy Tony is the best Tony. The morning after skipping his award ceremony, you wake up alone.

“J.A.R.V.I.S is he down in the lab?”

“As per usual Mrs.Stark.”

Checking notification before rolling out of bed.

“Did he eat?”

“He did not.”

Grabbing Pepper’s birthday gift and walking downstairs with Tony’s ACDC shirt on.

“Good morning, [Y/n].”

“Morning, Pep. Happy birthday and good luck dealing with our shit for another year.”

Giving her Tony’s card to buy herself something pretty from him.

Signing all his paperwork when his busy or when he’s working on something.

Pepper trusts you so much to make sure Tony gets his stuff looked at and knows what's happening. You are kind of the reason she keeps her sanity when dealing with him.

He relies on you so much, that it is possible for him to break apart cuz he won't eat unless you constantly remind him or bring him something.

You have your own sets of codes and know Tony's. But the AI opens everything for you beforehand. Unless authorization is extremely emphasized on if it's something that important.

Tony's workplace does not count even if he thinks it does. You and him are the only people who can get in and out without a code. J.A.R.V.I.S knows better.

Him not realizing you enter the workplace unless you make your presence known or place a cup of coffee or plate of food down.

“So I made sure J.A.R.V.I.S will remind you of all the important things coming up. Pepper needs you to look over these papers. Also, shouldn't you be halfway across the world by now? Your jet was scheduled to leave half an hour ago.”

“One, our jet babe. Two can't you read over that stuff and give my okay with it on whatever you decide. Also, the jet won't leave without me. What's the point of having a private jet if it leaves without its owner?”

“Uh, no. I do most of your CEO shit anyways. By the way, Larry called about having another buyer for the Jackson Pollock in the wings. Do you want it?”

“What do you think?”

Your opinion is very important to him. Even if it frustrates you to no end when Tony keeps nagging you about clothing or colors for one of the cars. He once upgraded J.A.R.V.I.S with new settings and wouldn’t take “Whatever you think dear.” Or “I don’t care” as an answer.

Sometimes he’ll do things that you don’t know about till Pepper tells you. Or he ends up saying it while half-asleep or drunk.

There are almost no secrets in this relationship. It’s scary how much trust they have with each other. Don’t get me started on the honesty.

If you think one of his designs are shit, be prepared for an offended drama queen. In the end, he appreciates the feedback. People don’t usually give him an opinion because they don’t want to piss him off or say something bad.

“I think it’s really overpriced, I believe that’s because of you being a billionaire. So in the end, your choice.”

“I need it. Tell Pepper to buy it and store it.”

Constantly needing to remind him about speeches he needs to give. Tony will postpone those things until the last second. Luckily, you have them written because we all know he likes winging it.

Pushing him towards the car so you can go spoil Pepper for her birthday. That girl needs a vacation.

“You seem eager to get rid of me. What do you have plans?”

“In fact I do, so we got to hurry this up because I need to take the Audi home after dropping you off.”

“You know I don’t like it when you have plans without me, Mrs. Stark.”

Tony always calls you, ‘Mrs.Stark’ to remind people exactly who you're married to. It’s also to boost his ego.

He is pretty worrisome of you. Tony knows that you can get targeted because you're married to him. He isn’t trying to restrict your freedom and you sure as hell don’t blame him for it.

Don’t know if I’ve said this, but he gets jealous really easily. You two are best friends before marriage.

Blasting ACDC through the car whenever speeding down the highway. ‘Highway to hell’ is the longtime favorite since that song got you into the band.

Hugging for at least a couple minutes before letting him board the plane

Don’t forget about kisses. Those are the most important besides the physical contact.

“You sure you don’t want to come along?”

“No, Tony. I have a company to deal with while your gone.”

He pouts when leaving you behind.

Will reassure you that everything will be fine, even though your bad feelings are usually right.

One last kiss before him leaving for what you thought was only going to be a few days.

As soon as he gets on the plane, Tony will send you a cheesy text message about how he misses you. Or something like that. He can be a drama queen sometimes.

After you had gotten married to Tony, you were still against using his card, (despite merging your bank with his and having to change everything to [Y/n] Stark) that he makes you get your nails done every two weeks or when they start cracking off.

After the first time, you fell in love with the medium stiletto nails. Tony really likes them too because of the head scratches and how you drag them down his back during sex. He shows off his temporary battle scars.

The media gets a kick out of it.

Dancing is very important. It’s a tradition in the morning or when y’all haven’t seen each other in a while to tango or dance to a random song when making food. Actually not even then. Just whenever. It always turns cheesy.

FYI, y’all are the sickening cute couple that everyone wants to be.

After a day passes without word from Tony, you start getting worried. The longest amount of time without any sort of communication was 5 hours and he had never replied back to your text even after J.A.R.V.I.S had confirmed the plane landed.

Pepper refuses to hold long-term eye contact with you after the first day.

You know something is up….

Any hope of sleeping is gone. At most, you get 2-3 hours of sleep.

After the second day, you are demanding to know what happened. Confronting Pepper and Happy to see if they know something.

In the end, you call Obadiah. Hissing at him to get his ass to the Malibu house.

You make him and Pepper sit the fuck down while ordering J.A.R.V.I.S to lock all doors.

“Of course Mrs. Stark. Lockdown protocol active.”

“[Y/n] what is the meaning of this? Have you lost your mind?”

“Where is my husband? Either you tell me or J.A.R.V.I.S will?”

You're scary when pissed off.

In the end, Pepper spills while Obadiah tries to hold information back. He never liked you anyways.

Going into a slight shock.

“It would be best for you to sit down, Mrs. Stark. Your heart rate is spiking quickly and seems to be descending towards an attack.”

“No, it's fine. J.A.R.V.I.S deactivate lockdown.”

Having to sit down in the end while J.A.R.V.I.S is undoing the protocol.

Calling Pepper out so she can set up a meeting with the media.

Obadiah instantly disagreeing with that. But Pepper does it anyways.

Sat in bed and touching his bedside, wishing he had listened to you.

“Hey… J.A.R.V.I.S. I need an honest answer. What are the chances…”

“All my calculations end the same, Mr. Stark has a 0.25% survive rate.”

Staying up almost all night while occasionally bawling.

When the sun rises, you're already in the kitchen making coffee as Pepper walks in.

“You want a cup?”

“No thank you, [Y/n]. Are you doing alright?”

“ As Good As It Gets.”

Having your morning girl talk with her because Tony is gone and there's no one to gossip to.

The meeting with the media only lasted three minutes. Announcing what happened to Tony Stark and that you would be taking his place as CEO till his returned and that the board could fight you if they had any problems.

They don’t bother arguing with you.

Obadiah is pissed off though. You fucked up his plans. Good job!

Sassily walking out while putting on Tony’s sunglasses. It helps hide your pain and no one even knows how broke you are at that moment.

#ironman #ironman x reader #tony stark #tony stark x reader #If you were married too #Marvel #Marriaged headcanons #headcanons

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sports-and-fandoms · 7 years

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Dark interruptions {James T Kirk x reader}

Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of update on this story, I’ve been extremely busy. Anyway, here’s the third part of “Not Mine To Hold”. If you have no clue as to what I’m talking about, please read the previous parts. Btw, I watched Wonder Woman today. Finally! I LOVED Gal Gadot. The movie was so good. I might be biased, but I think Steve Trevor is the most precious person in the world. Like, Chris did a fabulous job as Steve. Also, I think that anyone named Steve should be kept away from planes that contain bombs. I can’t deal with similar incidents! ONE TIME WAS ENOUGH!

Warning: A few curse words, like shit and ass, nothing major… angst maybe?

Words: 1135 words

Part 1 Part 2

Back to the reader’s point of view. Happy reading!! Btw, so many references! Kudos if you can find all of them. Some aren't obvious. Some are. Good luck!

Words had such power. When ever someone got hurt, they would blame the situation or a person, never the words that were uttered. Some words could wreck lives some could break a person’s spirit.

Today, words had almost broken you. Words said three years ago were long forgotten but left a bitter aftertaste. Words could be poisonous and destructive.

People always forgot the power of words until they were addressed towards them. Until they actually sank in.

All day, today, you kept telling yourself that things couldn’t possible be any worse. The man that had been your best friend for over two decades, the man you were madly in love with, was ignoring you and marrying another woman. Worst of all, you were given a front row seat as you watched everything you ever wanted being handed to another. And let’s not forget the smile you had to plaster on your face so that people wouldn’t get suspicious.

Yet again, the Universe hated you. Karma was a piece of shit and your life was the pièce de résistance in a world of utter despair. You were sure that someone, somewhere was looking down upon you and laughing their ass off over the misery that was your life. And so, to make it more miserable, the message had come through.

The only possible thing that could have made this whole situation all the more shitty.

As you sat in a shuttle heading back to San Francisco, the words kept ringing in your mind. Over and over again.

Now see, someone like you only had a couple of things that made you happy. Friends (mainly your best friend), family, your job and your dog, Merlin. You called him Merl or Merli for short. He was a beautiful black Labrador that had befriended your neighbour’s golden retriever, that reminded you eerily of Arthur Pendragon. And so, the name. It was ADORABLE!

{I REST MY CASE!}

From these limited amount of things, you could check off best friend, Merlin was at your neighbour’s place playing chase my tail with Arty, and all your family was off planet. So the only thing you really had left was your job.

…

Until now.

The words “Explosion in lab, experiment compromised” were the last words you EVER wanted to hear or read in your entire life. An experiment that you had spent 3 years on, was gone. Woosh! Into thin air!

While for most, it wouldn’t have been a big issue, mishaps happened. For you, it was the end. This experiment had taken meticulous planning, preparation and a huge amount of money. It would save lives in the near future, and it was gone.

Things couldn’t possibly have gone worse. And that was the last straw that broke the dam.

So here you were, on a damn shuttle, crying at the mess your life was. You didn’t even know if someone had been injured or killed. Everything was a mess.

Two hours later.

San Francisco was a beautiful city. Even though it had been almost a decade since Khan’s attack, some of the damage was still being repaired. People were still reeling from the trauma brought from the entire incident.

Some people would never forget.

As you walked trough the streets leading to the Starfleet labs, you remembered. Because as much as you tried, you could never forget that day.

How could you forget the day when some of your closest friends were slaughtered by the hands of a psychopath? {A.N: Or High-functioning sociopath… sorry, couldn’t resist :/ } How could you forget the moment you received the news of Pike’s death?

How you wished to forget. To forget the broken look in Jim’s eyes. The tears shed by the man you loved in grief of losing a second father. The dark night where neither of you slept, seeking comfort in each others arms. The night that was spent in silence, in memory of a dear friend.

You wished you could forget the unseeing blue eyes that sometimes still haunted your nightmares. You wished you could, one day, walk by the the warp core chamber without flinching or feeling dizzy.

The walk to the labs was spent in a daze, and then you saw it. Your precious lab. The lab that contained the antidotes to many illnesses. As you walked towards it, you saw them. Dead bodies laid on the ground, waiting to be brought to the hospital.

Oh God, you thought. So many lives lost. As you walked towards the security guard standing near the main door, your comm beeped.

“Y/L/N“

“Y/N, its Jemma.“

Jemma was one of the scientists that worked for you.

“Hey. I just got here. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m near the water fountain, at the main entrance.“

“On my way. Y/L/N out.“

You sped walked until you reached Jemma.

“Oh my God, Jem, are you okay? What happened? Did you get checked by the EMTs?“

“Hey, Y/N. Calm down, I’m fine. Oh God, I was so close to the explosion. I don’t-I don’t know what happened. I just don’t know.”

You were about to reply when you saw Admiral Baker walk towards you.

“Commander Y/L/N, Lieutenant Simmons.“

“Admiral“, you both replied.

You spoke first.

“Sir, do you know what happened here?“

“You tell me Doctor.“

“Pardon me, but what exactly are you implying, Sir?”

“Dr. Y/L/N, it is clear to me that this explosion was a lab mistake.“

“I assure you Admiral, none of my people broke protocol. My lab is like my house, I spend days and night here, working and so does every single person that works for me. I have full faith in my scientists, they will never endanger the lives of others, and above all, they would never compromise our years worth of hard work.“

“Doctor, I mean no disrespect but-“

“Pardon me Admiral, but I do not think we should jump to any conclusions until we get a full report from forensics.“

“Very well. Doctors.“

With a nod and a slight glare in your direction, the Admiral turned around and left.

One hour later.

7:20 pm.

You were approached by the lead forensic scientist assigned to the incident.

“Are you Doctor Y/L/N?“

“Yes.“

“My name is Melanie Stabler. I’m here to brief you on our conclusion. The Admirals have been briefed already so now it is your turn. We believe that this incident was no accident. According to our findings, an explosive device was set to detonate in the L-25 wing, your lab. We believe that the device was most likely placed in room L-102, meani-“

Your comm beeped again, interrupting her mid sentence.

You gestured for her to hold on a second.

“Y/L/N.“

“Y/N, its Jim. I-“

Another explosion rang out, and everything went black.

To be continued.

I feel like such a Steven Moffat right now. Damn cliffhangers, I can’t stop! Sorry, this part didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. I hope you guys liked it. I LOVE reading the comments and reblog tags. So please comment and write funny stuff so that it gives me motivation to write more. Until next week, folks!

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I believe this is the complete tag list, somehow Tumblr keeps deleting my final list… If I forgot to tag you, send me a message.

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#James T. Kirk #james t kirk x reader #james t kirk fanfiction #Jim Kirk #jim kirk oc #jim kirk fanfiction #jim kirk x reader #star trek #Star Trek Fanfiction #uss enterprise #not mine to hold #part 3

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jjkfire · 7 years

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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so... this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Previously...

You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

Drink, bitches!!!

You remember challenging your friend to a drinking contest, downing way too many shots of tequila. You’re surprised you hadn’t thrown up at all or perhaps you did and you didn’t remember. If that’s the case then good, at least you had one less reason to hate yourself for going overboard last night.

Fuck, Y/N I love it when you wear this dress

You remember the god awful dance contest you had with Taehyung which ended with the both of you practically dry humping each other on the dancefloor. You cringe at that memory and mentally add tequila to the list of drinks to never drink again. Your hand absentmindedly runs over the marks on your neck. So that’s who gave you these. You lightly rest your forehead on the table, the feeling of pure embarrassment running through your body. It’s alright, you hope Taehyung doesn’t remember any of this. Even if he does, the both of you will do what you guys always do, pretend it never happened.

You’re too drunk, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into

You remember straddling Jimin, nipping harshly at his neck as your hands ran down the expanse of his body. You remember trying to unbuckle his belt and him stopping you. Oh God. You shake your head furiously, trying to forget the rest of it and now you wished you hadn’t tried to remember what had happened last night at all.

You check your phone, going through your camera roll to delete at least 50 blurry pictures (most of which are just pictures of your feet or the floor to be honest) of last night, wanting absolutely no reminders of the train wreck that you were. You stop scrolling midway when you remember the texts you sent Jimin just a few hours ago and you repeatedly hit your head on the table in frustration after reading what you had sent him.

Jimin is never going to let you live this one down, you know he isn’t… so, you send him a few more texts hoping that he would turn a blind eye to the events of last night. Basically, you were hoping for a miracle.

[3:27] You: nvm I think I rmb what happened last night

[3:27] You: im… sorry

[3:27] You: let’s just pretend last night didn’t happen

[3:27] You: yeah?

[3:27] You: yeah

[3:28] You: thanks

[3:28] You: u da best

You put away your phone partly because you needed to get back to studying but mostly because this time you’re dreading to see his reply. Systematically, you work down your to-do list, slowly ticking things off as you completed each assignment.

When you tick of the final task, you look up to see that the sun was already setting. You gather your belongings, pushing them into your bag as you mentally pat yourself on the back for getting all that work done despite the killer hangover you were experiencing at the moment.

Walking back to your residence hall, you pull out your phone and your heart drops when Jimin’s name graces your lock screen. You tap on the message notification hesitantly, not really wanting to know what his reply was because knowing him, it’s probably some smart ass comment.

[3:42] Jimin: apology not accepted asshole

[3:42] Jimin: what am I going to do about the marks on my neck hmm?

[3:42] Jimin: and no, I want to discuss last night

[3:42] Jimin: because man

[3:42] Jimin: didn’t know you were that into me nerd

You practically snort aloud when you read his reply. Ugh, this cocky son of a bitch.

[6:30] You: wow

[6:30] You: im not into you doucheface

[6:31] You: I was drunk

You type the rest of your message with one hand as you pull open the door to your residence hall, pausing in the lobby to fully type out a message to defend yourself.

“You know, they say drunk actions are sober thoughts.”

You jump in shock upon hearing Jimin’s voice and he laughs as he skips down the last few steps of the stairs. What kind of luck was this? To get back at exactly the same time he was leaving? It was like the universe just wanted to watch you die from embarrassment. You clear your throat and push your phone into your pocket, trying to appear indifferent… as if seeing him in front of you didn’t make you feel like hiding in a hole.

“Who said that?” You snort. “I call bullshit… so yeah no, not into you.”

“That’s funny,” He laughs, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, staring down at you. “You tried unbuckling my pants… twice… I would say that meant you pretty much wanted me.”

Your cheeks heat up upon hearing the sentence. You’re very aware of what had happened last night but hearing him say it out loud just made it worse.

“I was drunk,” You sigh. “You know drunk? As in was not thinking straight? Anyway, I’m not me when I’ve had tequila okay?”

“Excuses, excuses,” He says dismissively. “You don’t have to—“

“Look can we just stop talking about this, please?” You ask, gaze fixed on the floor because you don’t think you can look him in the face right now.

“No,” He smiles.

You groan in annoyance, gaze still fixed downwards as you choose to walk past him and through the set of doors that led to the rooms on the first floor of your dorm. Jimin follows closely behind you, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable this situation was for you.

“Aw nerd,” He giggles. “Are you feeling down? Because I can feel you up,” He smirks.

“Gross,” You say as you roll your eyes at him. “Do girls actually respond to that?”

“Yes they do, thank you very much,” He answers snobbishly. “Don’t worry nerd, I’ve got one that’s more your style.”

“And what exactly is my style?”

He clears his throat, a devious smirk on his face and you already know you’re not going to enjoy this at all.

“Can I be your enzyme? Because my active site is dying for a chemical reaction.”

“Christ, that was horrible,” You scoff, shaking your head in distaste.

“Maybe you’d like something more specific?”

“Nope, please just don’t,” You say putting your index finger to his lips to make him stop.

“I wish I was the enzyme helicase so I can unzip your genes.”

You purse your lips, trying not to let your smile show but Jimin knows better. He wags his eyebrows at you and you bring your hand up to your mouth, adding an awkward cough because you didn’t want him to think this was actually working.

“Oh my god, I’m going to barf,” You say, feigning disgust. “I’m just— yeah no,” You say with finality as you begin to walk away from him.

“I’m not done yet! Come back here!” You hear him shout, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway as he tries to catch up and you pick up speed, hoping to reach your door soon.

He chases after you, holding you in a light headlock when he reaches you and you giggle as you try to get him to release you.

“Jimin, stop!” You say between laughs as you claw at his arms. “I don’t want to hear another one.”

“But I saved the best one for last!” He laughs in return and you cover your ears with your hands, hoping to spare yourself from another one of his cringe-worthy lines.

He giggles, using his free hand, he pulls your hand away from your ear so he could whisper his final line.

“If I was an endoplasmic reticulum? How would you want me? Rough or smooth?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh but you can’t help it this time. He stares at your face and you look away, biting down on your lip harder in an effort to hold in your laughs as best as you can.

Your stifled laughs comes out in the form of cute snorts instead and you burst out in laughter soon after along with Jimin. He releases you in favour of wiping his own tears of laughter away and the two of you stand there, cracking up again each time the laughter starts to die out.

“Okay, not gonna lie but that one was pretty smart,” You say, laughing through your nose. “Is this what you do with your intro bio knowledge? Make greasy ass pick-up lines?”

He nods proudly, smiling down at you suggestively and you scowl at him.

“Anyway, I hope to God you don’t actually use those lines because they were atrocious.”

“Don’t lie nerd… You liked them and you know it,” He winks.

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

At this point, you’ve had enough so you only roll your eyes at him. You were simply too lazy to argue with him so you wave your hand at him dismissively as you begin to walk away. He smiles to himself, taking large steps to catch up to you.

“So…” He begins. “Smooth or rough? You didn’t answer,” He says with a smug look on his face.

You stop in your tracks and Jimin bumps into you lightly. He wags his eyebrows at you again when you turn to face him, amused that his tactics were working on you. You smile innocently before you step closer towards him, inching forward at an achingly slow pace. Two can play this game. Why should he have all the fun?

You hum and furrow your eyebrows slightly, pretending that you were actually thinking about the answer to his question. Jimin’s smirk widens, he didn’t think you’d actually tell him but if you were going to, he sure didn’t mind. You rest your body on his slightly, resting one hand on his shoulder while letting your index finger trail suggestively down the middle of his chest. You look up to see that smug smile of his suddenly disappear and you let the edges of your lips curl up into a smirk.

His eyes were now wide and lips pulled taut as he watched your every move with interest. You laugh internally at the sight. Who knew he’d be this easy to mess with? You move closer and you see Jimin still completely, his hands twitching nervously at his side.

He watches as you tilted your head to the side, your cheek barely touching his. He opens his mouth to say something, to ask you what you were doing but he felt his mind go completely blank when your fingers curled around the side of his neck softly.

You felt him shiver as your lips ghost the shell of his ear and you smirked, knowing full well that you had rendered him speechless. You hover above his ear, watching him grow increasingly impatient and confused.

Just when Jimin finally got his brain to build a coherent sentence, he feels your hot breath against his ear as you whisper your answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You ask before you pull away to wink at him.

You almost laugh at the expression on his face and you wonder if this is what you had looked like earlier in the day when he had said the same thing to you. You walk away from him, fully expecting him to run up to you to reply with a witty comment but when you turn back, you see him standing there, completely stunned and you laugh once again. Looks like the resident playboy wasn’t as suave as everyone made him out to be.

“I’ll see you around,” You say, waving him goodbye and you see him wave his middle finger at you with a sarcastic smile on his face. You smile, returning the gesture towards him before you disappear into your room.

In the comfort of your room, you pat yourself on your back, a large smile on your face. Rendering Jimin speechless was truly a feat considering how he’d never stop talking once the sleazy part of him decides to appear. You smiled to yourself, it felt good to finally put him in his place, to give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he’d think twice before he tried anything on you again.

Physics, physics, physics. The bane of your existence. Your mind drifts in and out of lecture and you focus just in time to catch your lecturer writing down a new formula on the board. You’re not sure why you choose to sit in the first few rows if you never really pay attention to the lecture anyway. Actually, you’re not sure why you even choose to attend this lecture in the first place if you gained nothing out of it in general. Perhaps it made you feel better, like attending a boring lecture in itself was already an accomplishment.

When the bell rings and the professor rushes through his closing remarks, you finally snap back to reality. The sound of collective rustling urges you to begin packing your belongings too and so you do, dropping things into your bag at a snail like pace. As you put away your stationary slowly, you see Jimin making his way down the row to where you were sitting out of the corner of your eye.

“Nerd, can I see your notes later I—“

“Oh hey guys!” Jinyoung, one of the guys in your discussion section greets. His smile quickly fades and he narrows his eyes before pointing at the both of you. “Wait, hold up…” He says as he scrutinizes the marks on your neck and you tug your turtleneck higher, trying to hide them. “Ayy, looks like the both of you finally did it,” He laughs and you look over to see that Jimin hadn’t even bothered to wear a scarf to shield his neck from prying eyes.

“Oh my god, no,” You laugh as you wave your hands about in disagreement. “It’s really not what you think.”

“She’s right,” Jimin says, nodding and you exhale a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn’t decided to say anything stupid this time. “Whatever you think happened… think the same but 10x kinkier,” He smirks.

Son of a bitch

“Wait, what??”

“Nice!” Jinyoung exclaims as he nods approvingly. You watch as Jinyoung fist bumps Jimin and holds out his hand to high five you. You smack it away immediately.

“No! what the hell Jimin? Stop telling lies!”

“Lies?” He asks. “So are you saying this isn’t your handiwork?” He questions while pointing to the marks on his neck.

“I-I… ok fine yes that was me but this wasn’t you and—“

“No way,” Jinyoung interrupts, eyes wide and mouth agape, completely amazed. “So it was a threesome?”

Jimin merely winks and the boy high fives him. You put your hand in the way, attempting to stop them and Jimin is practically snorting at how flustered you looked at this moment.

“No, that’s not—“ You begin, trying hard to deny his statement but you stop mid-sentence, deciding instead to just sink into your seat because it wasn’t worth your time to try and disprove Jimin’s statement. You lick your lips in frustration and scoff at the situation, choosing only to continue packing your bag before walking out of the lecture hall. Jimin calls you by his endearing nickname for you but you ignore him, adjusting the straps on your backpack before turning around to leave.

Jimin chases after you, tugging you backwards by your bag just before you reach the exit of the lecture hall.

“Look, I’m sorry nerd,” He frowns. “It was just a joke, Jinyoung knows that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You say dismissively.

He turns you around to peer at your face and you simply frown at him.

“I mean it though, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” You sigh. “I’m not upset… it’s just been a long day and I’m just being moody, sorry.”

“No, I mean I—“

“Listen, I have to go right now,” You interrupt as you glance at your phone to look at the time. “I’ll see you around yeah?” You say as you begin walking away from him. He hears you shout another quick sorry and he’s left standing there, feeling bad about how he had probably made your day worse.

Jimin doesn’t see you for the rest of the week and the weekend too. He feels horrible and he’s worried that he’d totally blown it with that stupid joke. He sends you a few texts to apologize again for it but you reply with smileys telling him it’s totally fine and that you really were just having a bad day that day. Over text, he can’t tell if you’re lying like you always do when you say ‘I’m fine’.

[4:37] You: Hey, I can’t make it to quiz night tomorrow because I have a group project ):

[4:37] You: But I’ve done the quiz and I sent you the answers through email

[4:37] You: At least attempt it yourself before looking at the answers yeah?

[4:42] Jimin: Lame… ditch the group project

[4:42] Jimin: You know I’m more fun to hang out with

[4:42] Jimin: Jk but thanks for the answers and yeah of course I’ll attempt the quiz myself first

[4:43] Jimin: Who do you think I am?

[4:43] You: You’re Jimin which means you’d try to get away with doing the least amount of work possible

[4:43] Jimin: Rude

[4:43] Jimin: Completely untrue

[4:43] Jimin: I’m quite possibly the most studious person you know

[4:45] You: Sure, whatever you say haha

[4:45] Jimin: It’s true ok

[4:45] Jimin: But seriously thanks for the answers

Jimin’s thumbs hover over the enter button as he contemplates sending out his next few sentences. He didn’t want you to think he was too concerned about you, because he wasn’t or at least that’s what he told himself.

Sighing, he locks his screen and sets down his phone. He looks away for a second then exhales a frustrated huff before picking it back up immediately to send the messages anyway.

[4:48] Jimin: Also nerd

[4:48] Jimin: You sure you’re alright?

[4:48] Jimin: Don’t work yourself too hard yeah?

[4:49] You: Haha I’m fine doucheface, don’t worry

I’m fine

He sighs as he reads those two words.

I’m fine, you’d always say when he asked if you were alright but he knew that you weren’t. You weren’t taking care of yourself, he could see that clearly. You had shed a few pounds since the beginning of the semester and the eye bags under your eyes seemed to grow darker with every time he saw you. He often hears you shift uncomfortably in your sleep, whining to yourself under your breath and he holds you tighter hoping that somehow he could help lull you to sleep but he knows that doesn’t work. You needed to talk it out but you always brushed him away. You never wanted to talk about the state of your mental health, that you had made clear to him. You had shot down every attempt Jimin had made at asking you about how you were truly feeling so, he only nods understandingly and bites back the comments that were waiting on the tip of his tongue.

The second week comes around and before he could catch you at the end of lecture, you disappear out of the hall. Never mind, I’ll see her at discussion, he tells himself but you never showed. He shouldn’t be this worried. He really shouldn’t be concerned when you’ve told him multiple times now that you were alright but he can’t seem to shake off the feeling of uneasiness that sat uncomfortably at the bottom of his chest when he thought about you.

He takes longer naps in your room, hoping to catch you when you come back from your classes but he never finds you there. He even decided to do his homework in your room, falling asleep after watching the latest episode of that Netflix show that the both of you usually watched together. He didn’t quite enjoy the episode even though it was as exhilarating as the others. It just didn’t feel quite right… watching it without you.

In the morning, he wakes up to find that you hadn’t returned to your room and he frowns to himself because you had probably slept over at the library again. He wonders if he should search the library for you later and drag you back to your room. If you continued like this, you would probably crash and burn before the end of the semester.

For someone who was just a friend quiz partner, he definitely worried about you a bit too much. God, he hated how you occupied most of his thoughts half the time. He pushed himself hard at training that day, wanting his mind to stop worrying about you but as soon as he steps out of the boathouse, his mind drifted back to the thought of you. To put it quite frankly, he misses you and that was a problem because he really shouldn’t be. You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: love my bio nerd jokes pls. took a lot of brain power to incorporate them. p.s: this is like 100% unedited, forgive me. FORGIVE ME.

#btswriters #kwritersnet #allkpopnet #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #im sorry x10 #part 3 will make up for it i hope

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EDEN (by Gaming Pixie)

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(chiede il nome)

Good luck! {>Continue.}

Something isn't right today. You don't know what it is. >But you do have a feeling.

You have this strange and eerie feeling SOMETHING is going to happen, but you have no idea what it is. >That is, until....

That is until your supervisor shows you the lab's new specimen. "We're not sure what it is," he says. "But it can't be human." >You take a look.

You take a look at the specimen and try to conceal your horror. "Are you sure it isn't human?" you ask. Your supervisor just shrugs. "Keep an eye on it," he says. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Then, save for the "specimen" in the holding cell, he leaves you all alone. >You feel conflicted.

The creature in the cage looks like a person to you. Different, perhaps, but either human or so close that it hardly matters. "What's your name?" you ask, hands curled around the bars. The specimen... no the prisoner wearily shakes their head. >You decide to rescue the prisoner. No. It's safer to keep your distance.

(SCHERMATA DEL GIOCO: UN’IMMAGINE DI UNA SORTA DI CUORE ROVESCIATO, BLU E ROSA, CIRCONDATO DA FIORI, GIALLI E VERDI,IL E’ TESTO BIANCO CON LA SCELTA IN BLU, SU SFONDO NERO. IL TESTO CAMBIA AD OGNI SCELTA E IL GIOCO INIZIA CHIEDENDO IL TUO NOME, COSA CHE HO TROVATO PARTICOLARE PER IL GENERE. DA SUBITO CAPIAMO CHE IMPERSONIFICHIAMO QUALCUNO E LE SUE SCELTE ACCOMPAGNATE DALLA DESCRIZIONE SENTIMENTALE DEL PERSONAGGIO, TROVO CHE QUESTA SCELTA AIUTI A EMPATIZZARE CON IL/LA PROTAGONISTA.

LE PRIME SEI POSSIBILITA’ DI SCELTA SONO UNICHE, IL PRIMO BIVIO LO ABBIAMO QUI, DOVE CI TROVIAMO DI FRONTE A UNA SCELTA QUASI ETICA A MIO PARERE: SCEGLIERE SE AIUTARE O MENO LA CREATURA, PORTANDO AVANTI UN’AZIONE NEL GIOCO. LE SCELTE PRECEDENTI SONO STATE DI DESCRIZIONE E UNA DI AZIONE.)

You whisper to the prisoner, "I'm going to rescue you." The prisoner stares, disbelieving, and asks, "Why would you do this for me?" This person speaks perfect English, albeit with a curious accent you've never heard before. "Because it's the right thing to do," you say. >Let's get out of here.

Your supervisor's been careless. He left his cell keys on the table. Your hands are shaking as you fumble with them, searching for the right-numbered one. Aha! >We're outta here.

This rescue is going surprisingly well, and it looks like no one's around. You take the prisoner's hand and... >and....

You don't know where the guards came from. They shoot you both dead. >What a gruesome end.

(IN QUALCHE MODO QUI CI TROVIAMO DAVANTI AL PRIMO FINALE, CHE NON POSSIAMO EVITARE E CHE INIZIALMENTE MI HA FATTO PENSARE DI AVER GIÀ FINITO IL GIOCO. L’ACCOMPAGNAMENTO DELL’URLO HA LA SUA IMPORTANZA DATO CHE ABBIAMO AVUTO IL SILENZIO FINO AD ORA)

You've had the same dream for three nights in a row. (Well, actually, the last three mornings since you're on the night shift.) It never ends quite the same. Maybe you're just THAT depressed your vacation is ending now. Anyway, it's time to get ready. Who do you see in the mirror? >I'm a woman. I'm a man. I'm neither, actually.

(QUESTA È UNA SCELTA DESCRITTIVA CHE NON HA DAVVERO IMPORTANZA NEL GIOCO).

I need to get more rest, you think. You shower, you groom, you dress, you grab breakfast. >Time to face the day.

You get to work on time like you always do. After all, getting ahead takes making a good impression. Though the "good impression" you've left on some, you could do without. >Hang up your coat.

You put away your coat and purse and head for lab A-3. As usual, that Aaron guy chases you down to make smalltalk and say how he loves your hair. You don't like him, honestly, but you try to be polite. So, you smile and nod and say "Gotta go" as soon as you get the chance. >So, what's up?

When you get to lab A-3, almost no one is there. You ask an acquaintance named Kyra, "What's going on?" She tells you, "Check B-2. While you were gone, they brought in a real, live alien and everyone wants a look." "Are you sure it's all right?" you ask. She says, "It's fine. I'll cover for you. Besides, Jones is there and he wants to see you." Jones being your supervisor, who's called you "brilliant" before. >Go to Lab B-2

Phones aren't allowed in the basement labs, so you leave yours in your mini-locker. You go to lab B-2, where they keep the most secret of secrets—even for this place. You only earned clearance a week ago and you're eager to see what's inside. You swipe your card through scanner. The door unlocks. You go inside. You notice there's a card reader inside the room as well—likely an added precaution to help keep whatever's in here from escaping. Everyone is "Ooh"ing and "Aaah"ing over the new specimen that's in the cell in the corner. You nudge your way through the crowd and... and.... >Oh my God.

(SIAMO TORNATI ALLE SCELTE SINGOLE DI DESCRIZIONE)

Huddled behind those cold steel bars is the most beautiful creature. Beautiful... and if not human, close enough that it hardly matters. You're absolutely haunted by this creature... no, this person's mournful eyes. The captive is wearing loose gray prison clothes—pants and a short-sleeved shirt. You believe this ethereal being.... Is male. Is female. Is neither. >Is MESMERIZING. You'll work out the details later.

(ANCHE QUESTA SCELTA NON È’ PARTICOLARMENTE RILEVANTE PER PORTARE AVANTI LA STORIA, INFLUENZERÀ IL SESSO DELL’ALIENO DURANTE LA PROSECUZIONE DELLE SCELTE. DA QUI PARTE UNA MUSICA TRANQUILLA)

This person is simply beautiful, beautiful beyond reason. You've never seen anything like them before and doubt you will again. "What... how...?" you ask Jones. It's difficult right now to voice coherent thoughts. Luckily, he knows what you mean. "We're calling it Eden," Jones replies. "Agents discovered it three days ago in a field not far from here, captured it and brought it in for study. We believe it's an alien lifeform." "Can they speak?" "It seems physically capable of speech, but we don't know its language. And that's why I wanted to see you." >Why me?

"Why me?" you ask. "Several of us have tried already, but the creature won't respond. Essentially, it's your turn." As good an answer as any. You kneel in front of Eden's cell. "Hello," you say quietly so as not to frighten them. "You probably don't understand me, but... I'm not here to hurt you." Send them away, whispers a gentle voice in your mind. Please. Send them away. You blink in surprise since it isn't your voice. It must belong to Eden. It sounds.... >Exactly like you'd expect. Different somehow.

(ANCHE QUESTA SCELTA E’ INDIFFERENTE NELLA STORIA)

Their voice sounds exactly like you'd expect: calming like autumn rain. >But back to Eden's request.

Eden asked you to clear the room. You look back and say, "Eden is telepathic. They asked me to ask everyone else to leave." Silence. The other scientists exchange puzzled looks and mumurs about the brain scans they took and how they were "different" from a human's. "All right," Jones says. "But I want a full report on your findings." Now, it's time to >talk to Eden.

You ask Eden: Where are you from? Why are you here? Why did you pick ME? >Eden, how are you feeling? Can you tell me your real name?

You ask Eden gently, "Eden, how are you feeling?" Eden stares at you for a long time. "You're the first one here to ask me that sincerely," they say softly. Their eyes are shining with tears. "Thank you. I am.... I've been better." >Ask more questions.

You ask Eden:

Where are you from? Why are you here? Why did you pick ME? Eden, how are you feeling? >Can you tell me your real name?

That's enough questions for now.

You say, "I'm sure your real name isn't Eden. That's just the name they gave you. If it's all right, could you tell me your real name?" Eden smiles. "Maybe later. But not yet." >Ask more questions? -Or- That's enough questions for now.

You and Eden both are silent for a while. You feel sorry for their being held captive like this, but what can YOU do? You're not in charge of anything here., and you feel horrible for what they must be going through. How can anyone approve of keeping this gentle, intelligent person as a thing to experiment on? Try to console Eden. >Ask what Eden wants.

(LE VARIE SCELTE TI PORTERANNO AD AVERE DIVERSE INFORMAZIONI, CHE NON POTRAI OTTENERE PIÙ AVANTI, MA SONO TUTTE SCELTE DESCRITTIVE CHE TI DARANNO IL BACKGROUND DEL COPROTAGONISTA. LA QUANTITÀ DI DOMANDE CHE CHIEDEREMO È’ INDIFFERENTE, FINIREMO A SCEGLIERE SE CONSOLARE EDEN O CHIEDERE CHE COSA VUOLE, ENTRAMBE LE SCELTE PORTERANNO EDEN A CHIEDERE IL NOSTRO AIUTO)

"I don't understand," you whisper to Eden. "Are you.... Do you want something?" Eden lays their hand on yours through the bars of their cell. Then, they tells you mind to mind, You're different from the others. I thought you might help me. >You're not sure you can help. Let's make a plan.

(A QUESTO PUNTO LE NOSTRE SCELTE DIVENTREANNO RILENVANTI PER IL FINALE. A SECONDA DI CIO’ CHE SCEGLIEREMO POTREMO O PROSEGUIRE NELLA STORIA O TIRARCI INDIETRO. NEL SECONDO CASO SE SCEGLIEREMO DI PROSEGUIRE NELL’IDEA CHE SIA TROPPO RISCHIOSO ANDREMO AL FINALE:CODARDO)

"I wish I could help you," you tell Eden. "I don't have much influence here, but if there's anything I can do to make things better for you...." "I know," Eden says. "You'll try." >Maybe... there's a way? It's just too risky.

Eden wants to get out of here, and you want to help them. Since Eden can reach your mind-to-mind, you decide to see if it can work the other way. With all your concentration, you think, Eden. Can you hear me? Eden answers, Yes. Is there anything you can tell me that might help me get you out of here? Things you've noticed? Certain abilities you have? Eden says, If I'm close enough, I can "communicate" with technology and alter it with my mind. I can do it most accurately with things I'm actually touching. I can sense the presence of other living beings. And I doubt they've found my ship since it was cloaked when I left it. If I could use something as a tracking device, I could find my way back to it. Do they know what you can do? They only know about my telepathy. And that's only because of today. Hmm. >Figure out your next steps. You're having second thoughts.

You and Eden work out a plan. Communicating mind-to-mind makes it go by quickly. Eden's technomancy skills can turn your card into a master key. They can likely disable security cameras and alarms as well, provided they can get close enough—and in very little time since destruction takes a lot less nuance than recreation. (You're glad theyhaven't tried that with the lock on they cell. Cell locks STAY locked if they're tampered with at all.) Also, perhaps most importantly, they can reconfigure any smartphone locate their ship. Since the cell has a keycard lock (located across the room and out of Eden's range), freeing them won't be a problem. The problem is that after that, you need to get them out of the building without getting caught. First, though, you take out your keycard so Eden can work their magic. You do your best to keep it hidden from camera view, knowing there's one behind you pointed directly at the cell. It's done, Eden says after a minute or so. It can open any electronic lock now. You put the card back in your lab coat pocket. Now, you can free Eden. But first.... You need to get your smartphone. >No, Nab a phone on the way out.

It's better to nab a phone on the way out. The coast is clear right now and you don't know when or if you'll see Eden alone again. Presently, Eden seems very focused on the camera on the wall. Trying to connect with it, maybe...? Anyway, you tell Eden, I'm going to unlock your cell. Then, you can disable the camera and get out. Eden says, All right. >It'sShowtime.

(TRA LE ULTIME QUATTRO SCELTE, LE PRIME TRE SONO SCELTE DI AZIONE RISPETTO A CIO’ CHE VOGLIAMO FARE. DALL’ULTIMA LA MUSICA CAMBIA, DIVENTA VELOCE E RIESCE A DARE LA SENSAZIONE DI AGITAZIONE CHE IL/LA PROTAGONISTA STA PROVANDO. DA QUESTO MOMENTO LE SCELTE SARANNO IMPORTANTI PER IL FINALE)

Quickly and subtly, you unlock Eden's cell and walk to the door, waiting for Eden to take care of the camera. You hear an odd crackling sound; the room's lights flicker into darkness and the emergency lights near the floor come on. You reopen the lab door with your keycard. A peek into the hall confirms that power has gone out. It might be overkill, but it's useful overkill. Regular staff will be leaving now. However, with such a suspicious outage (and perhaps suspicious camera footage), it seems like a sure thing they'll be sending in some guards to investigate. Once you've confirmed the coast is clear, you tell Eden, "Let's go." But since you didn't get your phone, you still need to grab one on the way out of this place Time is of the essence, especially if you alert the guards. Rush ahead while it looks clear. >Better to be cautious.

It's a good thing you held back. A guard just rounded the corner. Get back in, you tell Eden. I'll hide behind that counter and >HOPE he doesn't come in.

(LA SCELTA TRA ESSERE CAUTI O AFFRETTATI NON CAMBIA LA SCELTA SUCCESSIVA. LA NUOVA SCHERMATA E’ ACCOMPAGNATA DA UN’IMMAGINE: E’ LA MAPPA DEL PIANO A CUI CI TROVIAMO. CI SONO LE VARIE STANZE DISEGNATE IN BLU, LE UNICHE DEFINITE SONO LA CELLA DI EDEN, IL MAGAZZINO, L’USCITA E LA SCALA CHE PORTA DI SOPRA. A QUESTO PUNTO PERO’ SUCCEDE UNA COSA STRANA. LA SCELTA SUCCESSIVA NON E’ SEMPRE LA STESSA. LA PRIMA VOLTA MI E’ APPARSA UNA SCHERMATA NERA E HO DOVUTO RICARICARE IL GIOCO TRE VOLTE PRIMA CHE MI FACESSE CONTINUARE. LA SECONDA VOLTA CHE HO GIOCATO, PER PROVARE NUOVI FINALI, MI HA PORTATO AD UNA TERZA SCHERMATA CON ALTRE SCELTE NONOSTANTE LE SCELTE PRECENDETI SIANO STATE LE STESSE.)

The guard walks into the room and only gives things a cursory glance as if he just wants to go home. Then, he yawns and leaves. Once you no longer hear footsteps or think anyone is out there, you check to >see if the coast is clear.

The coast is definitely clear now. No one is in sight or hearing besides you and Eden. You can head right for the storage room to get a disguise for Eden, go upstairs to get your phone, or >check rooms on thisfloor to see if one has a phone. You can also ask what Eden suggests.

(CI TROVIAMO DAVANTI A QUATTRO SCELTE DI AZIONE. OGNUNA DI QUESTE PORTA A SCHERMATE DIFFERENTI. L’IMMAGINE E’ SEMPRE LA STESSA)

You've decided to check this floor for a phone. >There are a lot of rooms.

It's a good thing you work here or you'd be lost. You check... The room in front of Eden's cell. The room to the left of that one. The room to the right of that one. The room to the right of Eden's cell. The room to the left of Eden's cell. The creepy room by the stairs. The first room to the right of the exit. The room just above the exit. The storage room. The room to the left of the storage room. >The room to the right of the storage room, near the stairs.

(A QUESTO PUNTO DOBBIAMO SCEGLIERE UNA STANZA DA VISITARE, QUANDO FAREMO UNO SCELTA SBAGLIATA VERREMO O RIPORTATI A SCEGLIERNE UN’ALTRA OPPURE A DIVERSE ALTRE OPZIONI PER FAR ANDARE AVANTI LA STORIA)

It's just another laboratory like the one you work in. You check the counters, and... nothing. Keep checking this floor. Head upstairs. >Get Eden's disguise instead. Ask what Eden wants to do

You've reached the >Storage Room.

Time seems to pass more slowly in this room for some reason. You can spend as much time here as you need. This seems like a good time to get a disguise for Eden. There are plenty of scientist uniforms in here as well as sundry junk from the Lost and Found. You hand Eden a uniform as well as a pair of glasses and something to tie back their hair. That should do in this dim lighting. Eden immediately starts undressing right in front of you and doesn't seem especially modest. You're still not 100% sure of Eden's sex and you can't help being curious. Looking away seems more courteous. >ONE quick peek. Eden doesn't seem to mind.

Eden doesn't seem to mind, so you guess it's all right to look as long as you don't stare. A cursory glance reveals that Eden is definitely female. Normally, you're attracted to.... >Men Women Nonbinary people Whoever looks attractive, regardless.

You're normally attracted to men. But Eden is so beautiful. Is it possible she's an exception?

(TRA QUESTE SCELTE C’E’ LA POSSIBILITA’ DI SBLOCCARE UN ACHIEVEMENT, UNA COSA CHE IO HO TROVATO DIVERTENTE E TI SPINGE A GIOCARE PIU’ VOLTE PER SCOPRIRE SE CE NE SONO ALTRI) >Okay, time to go.

Now that your business here is done, it's time to.... >Keep looking down here for a phone Check storage again for a phone Look upstairs for a phone

You've got your disguise for Eden. Now, it's time to get a phone. You check...

The room in front of Eden's cell. The room to the left of that one. The room to the right of that one. The room to the right of Eden's cell. The room to the left of Eden's cell. The creepy room by the stairs. The first room to the right of the exit. The room just above the exit. The storage room. >The room to the left of the storage room. The room to the right of the storage room, near the stairs.

It's just another laboratory like the one you work in. You check the counters, and... nothing. Keep checking this floor. >Head upstairs.

You're just outside the lab upstairs. As long as there are no guards around, that should be easy enough. But you think there might be someone in there. You'll need to be careful. >Go get it.

You cautiously peer into the lab. There's a guard in there. What do you do? Tell Eden to hide. Then, get your phone. >You and Eden both hide. Grab that phone and RUN LIKE CRAZY! Both of you just act natural and hope for the best.

(QUESTE SCELTE POTREBBERO PORTARE A FINALI DIFFERENTI, GIOCANO SULLA RAZIONALITA’ E PERSONALITA’ DEL GIOCATORE. COSA FARESTI TU SE FOSSI IN QUESTA SITUAZIONE? QUALE DI QUESTE SCELTE SEMBRA LA MENO RISCHIOSA? RIFLETTENDO SULLE SCELTE PRECENDENTI E DAI LORO RISULTATI IN QUALCHE MODO DEVI SPERARE CHE TI VADA BENE, PERCHE’ NON E’ DETTO CHE LA SCELTA PIU’ SICURA SIA SEMPRE QUELLA GIUSTA)

The guards in this place are extremely overpaid. After a while, one of them declares "All clear" and they leave the room. Once their footsteps fade well into silence, >you and Eden make a break for the exit.

You have a phone and Eden's disguise. It's time >to get out of here.

Please oh PLEASE let us make it to the exit.... A guard is running after you and Eden. You want to make a break for it, but Eden says, Wait. He's not hostile. So, both of you wait where you are and try to act natural. "What are you still doing here?" the guard asks breathlessly. "All non-security personnel are supposed to evacuate!" "We're leaving right now," you assure the guard. He goes back to patrolling the area. It looks like >you're home free.

(L’IMMAGINE E’ SEMPRE STATA LA MAPPA FINO A QUI)

Once you're safely away from the complex, Eden reconfigures your phone. She laughs when she sees where the ship is. "It isn't far from here," Eden says. "It's right through these woods." And that's where you go.

Once you've reached the supposed right place, Eden holds out her hands and focuses with all her might. After a minute, her ship appears, silvery and shining like a vaguely sphere-shaped star. Eden's face is bright with hope. "Thank you so much," she says. She really is incomparably beautiful, especially her eyes. When you look in them, you see.... A quiet strength and thoughtfulness beyond anything you've known. The enchanting purity of Eden's bright and loving nature. >The wonder of a place so very far away.

(QUESTE SCELTE SONO DESCRITTIVE, NON INFLUENZANO LA PROSECUZIONE)

It doesn't matter where Eden is from, save that you wish you could go there. Eden is still standing there and staring at her ship as if she can't believe she made it. You think you want to kiss her, just to be sure of your feelings. Except you're not completely sure if that's what Eden wants. >Respect Eden's wishes. Throw caution to the wind.

(ANCHE QUESTA SCELTA GIOCA SU COSA FARESTI TU, GIOCATORE. DOPO CIO’ CHE HAI RISCHIATO, RISCHI ANCORA O PENSI CHE SIA IL CASO DI FERMARSI? LA MIA SCELTA IN OGNI CASO HA SBLOCCATO UN NUOVO ACHIEVEMENT: VIRTUE.)

Since you're not sure Eden wants to be kissed, you choose to hold back. "Thank you again," Eden says. You tell Eden, "I would do it all again." Eden gives you a nod and smile and walks towards her ship. It looks like this is the end. >That doesn't mean it is.

Running after Eden, you shout, "Wait! Please, can I come with you?" Eden blinks. "Are you sure?" You nod. "Absolutely. I doubt there's much left for me here, and I'd love to see your world." Eden's smile is as enchanting as the full moon overhead. "I'm so glad you said that," shesays. "Follow me." >You board Eden's ship.

The flight to Eden's world seems to be over in an instant. "Welcome to Mekkari," Eden says, opening the ship's hatch. "I hope you like it here." You take a look at your new home.

Eden's homeworld is >simply amazing.

(LA SCELTA E’ ACCOMPAGNATA DALL’IMMAGINE DI GRANDI CRISTALLI AZZURRI CHE SEMBRANO NASCERE DALL’ACQUA E CHE SI STAGLIANO VERSO IL CIELO. L’AZZURRO E’ PREDOMINANTE IN TUTTA LA SCENA)

You never could have imagined such a pristine and >marvelous place.

(L’IMMAGINE QUESTA VOLTA E’ UNO SCORCIO TRA MONTAGNE CON CON DEI CRISTALLI COME GHIACCIO, DEGLI ALBERI E TRA DI ESSE SI PERCEPISCE QUELLA CHE DOVREBBE ESSERE UNA DISTESSA VERDE CHE SI PROPAGA IN LONTANANAZA)

The only thing more perfect... is the person who brought you here. But you're curious. "Eden," you ask, "what's your real name? Can you tell me now?" "It's Aevra," she replies. It suits her very well. Then, Eden... no, Aevra asks, "What's yours?" "It's Lou," you say. Aevra smiles. "I like that very much." Neither of you speaks for a while. Then, Aevra breaks the silence saying, "You hoped I was a man, didn't you." You admit, "Yeah. I did." "Does knowing that, I'm not change anything for you? You think about that for a while and give Aevra your honest answer. "Maybe a little." >"Not in the least."

(L’IMMAGINE QUI E’ QUELLA DI UN PRATO VERDE BRILLANTE, IL PUNTO DI VISTA E’ ALL’ALTEZZA DELLA FRONDA DEGLI ALBERI IN PRIMO PIANO, CE NE SONO ALTRI DUE POCO PIU’ AVANTI. QUESTA ULTIMA SCELTA E’ DEFINITIVA PER IL FINALE)

You tell Aevra, "I don't care. I love you." Aevra softly says, "I love you, too." You and Aevra are gazing intently into each other's eyes. Finally, >you kiss.

(ORA L’IMMAGINE E’ QUELLA DI UNA GIORNATA SOLEGGIATA, CON IL MARE, E DEGLI SCOGLI SULLA SINISTRA)

Aevera's kiss is passion-sweet—like honey for your soul. Though you once called Earth your home, you know THIS is where you belong. >You Received.....

You received the ending: Love.

(QUESTO E’ UNO DEI DIVERSI FINALI CHE HO SPERIMENTATO NEL GIOCO. GIOCO CHE RICORDA LE GLI ACHIVEMENT SBLOCCATI E CHE A VOLTE TI COSTRINGE A RIPARTIRE DALLA SCELTA ‘HOPE...’. IL SESSO DI EDEN CREDO SIA CASUALE IN QUANTO ANCHE AVENDO PROVATO A SELEZIONARLO, E’ POI CAMBIATO DURANTE IL PERCORSO DELLA STORIA. NEL COMPLESSO, MI E’ PIACIUTO COME GIOCO, TI SPINGE A SPERIMENTARE LE VARIE POSSIBILITA’ E PERSONALMENTE MI COINVOLGE LA STORIA. CIO’ CHE HO TROVATO INTERESSANTE E’ STATA ANCHE QUESTA VOGLIA DI FAR RIFLETTERE IL GIOCATORE, DI FARLO TENDENZIALMENTE, AGIRE SEGUENDO L’ISTINTO DALL’INIZIO. COSA FARESTI SE TI TROVASSI DAVVERO NEI PANNI DEL PROTAGONISTA? LIBERI LA CREATURA O NO? CREDO CHE NON TUTTI RISPONDEREBBERO DI SI. DETTATI MAGARI DAL TIMORE DI COSA POTREBBE ESSERE, MA A VOLTE BISOGNA RISCHIARE NO? E’ TROPPO SEMPLICE RINUNCIARE PERCHE’ QUALCOSA FA PAURA, ANCHE PERCHE’ SI RISCHIA DI PERDERE QUALCOSA DI IMPORTANTE, CHE SIA UN’ESPERIENZA O UNA PERSONA. CREDO CHE SIA MEGLIO PROVARE ED EVENTUALMENTE RIMANERE MALE, CHE VIVERE CON IL PENSIERO DI COME SAREBBE POTUTA ANDARE. PENSO DI VEDERCI TROPPO IO, MA QUESTA E’ LA MIA RIFLESSIONE A POSTERIORI)

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