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adam-dumortains · 3 years

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Something About You - MC x Beckett | Chapter 14

Book/Pairing(s): MC x Beckett

Word Count: 1115 words

Rating: 16+

Summary: A school project puts Adaline and Beckett right back where they started.

Category: Long series

Warnings / Trope: Swearing, angst

Song: Slide Away - Miley Cyrus | Once upon a time it was made for us and woke up one day, it had turned to dust.

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The previous chapter can be found here.

All previous chapters can be found here.

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Adaline had spent the weekend in her bedroom, glued to her textbooks as she used studying as a distraction from her bumping into Beckett the Friday before. However, she often found her mind trailing off to Beckett. The way he frowned when he was studying. The way he smirked when he got a question right. The smell of his cologne. His eye roll when he was annoyed. Love sucks, Adaline thought to herself. She spent the rest of the time that wasn’t studying either crying or watching stupid love movies with Tim snoozing beside her.

Tim croaked down Adaline’s ear, waking her up urgently. She groaned as she gently patted Tim, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the faint light coming through her curtains. “Great. Monday.” Usually, she loved Mondays, but she knew that she was going to inevitably see Beckett at some point. She looked at her watch, jumping out of bed when she realised the time. “Shit. I’m gonna be late. She begrudgingly put on a pair of jeans and an oversized jumper - she would try and make an effort tomorrow. Her hand whirled around her hair, repeating a spell that Shreya had taught her that would give her soft, easy curls. She looked at herself in the mirror and shrugged as she grabbed her bag and headed out of the door in a hurry.

“Welcome back, students! I hope you all enjoyed your break and are ready for another year of broadening your mind,” Professor Englund grinned as he looked at the room of students. The room went quiet as Adaline walked into the room.

“I’m sorry, Professor.” Adaline gave a soft smile to Professor Englund.

“It’s okay, Adaline. Just take a seat. Now, where was I? Oh, I also hope you’re ready for another partner project this year. You all provided excellent reports and learning last year in partners. I have decided them for you, so once your report guidance sheet has arrived at you, please stand up and take yourselves to your assigned seats.” A list of papers floated in the air at the movement of Professor Englund’s fingers, floating to each student in the room. Adaline bit her lip as her mind repeated the same sentence:

Not Beckett. Not Beckett. Not Beckett.

A piece of paper landed at her desk. She swallowed the shaky breath that was stuck in her throat as she opened the sheet of paper and looked at the name on the sheet. Beckett Harrington.

“Who’d ya get?” Zeph turned around and whispered to Adaline. Adaline made eyes that gestured towards Beckett’s table. “Damn. Sorry, Adaline. Maybe you can ask Professor Englund to switch.”

“Maybe.” Adaline sighed as she waved goodbye to Zeph and headed towards Beckett’s table. As she pulled the chair out, the silence and awkward tension between the pair was obvious. Adaline plopped onto her chair as Professor Englund approached.

“Ah, Beckett and Adaline! You both presented such a fantastic report last year that I couldn’t wait to put you both together again and have your brilliant minds together again. I’m excited to see what you both come up with.” Professor Englund smiled, his smile faltering as he noticed the awkwardness between Beckett and Adaline and took it has his cue to leave.

Adaline opened her book from the non-attuned world that Atlas had got her, smiling to herself as she read the handwritten note on the front page of the book. 'You won’t shut up about some Fitzgerald dude after reading that Great Gatsby book over the holiday, so here’s the book. Now leave me alone. Nerd.' Adaline laughed to herself slightly as she looked at a few pages, her eyes stopping on a sentence.

“Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you." You’ve got that right, Fitzgerald.

The class went by rather fast, to Adaline’s delight, however, that delight ended when she remembered she was going to have to meet with Beckett at some point to talk about the report. After dinner, Adaline headed to the library with her notepad in hand. She forced herself to bring as little as possible so she would be forced to be there for as little time as possible. She walked to the back of the library, her eyes landing on Beckett in his usual seat. She swallowed the small lump forming in her throat as she watched him and remembered the first time they studied together. The start of their story. And here it was, at the end. Walking over, she pulled the chair out and sat down, refusing to meet Beckett’s eyes.

“Uh, hi,” Beckett said as he looked up at Adaline, slightly disappointed that she was keeping her head down.

“There’s no point in small talk Beckett. I am only here to discuss the project and that’s it.”

“Adaline. I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late for that, Beckett.”

Beckett sighed, as he pushed a piece of paper towards Adaline with a plan written up about what they would each do for the project. For the first time, Adaline met Beckett’s eyes. Their eyes met for a few moments, unable to tear away from each other, before they were interrupted by a voice walking behind Adaline.

“Hey, Adaline! I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh, hey Ezra! It’s been a while. Excited for Thief training?”

“Totally. Excited to see you kick ass again this season. So, uh, maybe we could go out sometime?” The question caught Adaline off guard, as her eyes quickly darted to Beckett out of habit. She quickly looked away.

Beckett’s jaw clenched as Ezra spoke. He knew that Ezra was flirting with Adaline and the jealousy was bubbling inside him. Even though he had never gotten to make it official with Adaline and had ended things, the thought of another guy’s hands on Adaline’s skin made his jaw clench.

Adaline laughed gently, “Maybe, Ezra.”

“That’s not a no.”

“Nope, but it’s also not a yes.” Adaline laughed, shaking her head as Ezra pushed her shoulder playfully. “See you at training.”

Ezra winked at Adaline before flashing a confident grin at Adaline as she walked away. Once he had walked away, Adaline felt Beckett’s eyes on her. She turned to face him and could tell by looking at his face that he was jealous.

“What?” Adaline asked as she looked at Beckett.

“Nothing.”

“For the record, I’m not entirely interested in him. But that’s none of your concern anymore.” Adaline said through slightly gritted teeth as she grabbed her book to shove into her bag. “I’ll do my part of the project in my room.”

As Adaline walked off, Beckett sighed and shoved his head into his hands. He had severely fucked up.

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drakewalkerfantasy · 4 years

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Consequences: Chapter 13

Synopsis: Two people from two different worlds, two complete strangers come together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By consequence, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen with two complete strangers who seem to have nothing in common? Or do they have more in common than they thought?

Words: 2432

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content. Also English isn’t my native language so sorry for any mistakes I make.

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Beckett Harrington x TE MC (Maeve)

**Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, some heated kiss, some D*** words, cursing**

“What are you doing here?” repeated Maeve, her arms clenching the throw blanket, pressing it closer to her chest.

“I brought you dinner. I just thought you may be hungry, as you barely left your room since we got back from the morgue,” said Beckett, nodding towards the tray, noticing how Maeve’s eyes widened when they landed on the metal tray in his hand. He could swear that he caught how her eyes lit up, but the light disappeared as quickly as it appeared, turning her eyes back to forest green. She looked at him for a moment, her mouth opened slightly and her lips forming a perfect O.

“Did you brought me a romantic dinner?” she asked, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, her voice holding a teasing note trying to break an awkward silence that fell between them. Her brow raised in amazement, watching how his eyes widened, looking at the tray in his hand and how this may look.

“No... it’s just... it’s not what you think it is. It's just... I just thought that you...,” he gasped, stumbling over his words. “Never mind,” he spoke finally after taking a deep breath. ”I just thought you need to eat, that’s it. Here,” he abruptly stood up, shoving a tray onto her lap. “Also I made you my grandma’s calming herbal tea. It helped my sister... with her nerves,” he said, heading towards the door.

“Wait,” exclaimed Maeve, surprising them both by her outburst, the tray trembled in her lap from a sudden movement. “Sorry, I was just messing with you, and this... this is nice of you to make all of that for me. Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice. “Do... do you want to stay?” she asked before she could stop herself from asking the question. She could see how Beckett’s hand froze on the door’s knob and his posture tensed. Slowly he turned to face Maeve, his eyes searching her face for any indication that she was still messing with him before he spoke.

“Are you sure you want me to stay?” he asked, watching Maeve nod hesitantly. “Here is only one plate for each meal and only one set of cutlery,” he said in a whisper, giving her a chance to take the offer back. Too afraid to speak louder, knowing that his voice would betray him if he did.

“Technically, there are two forks what isn’t a set, and regarding food... you put so much food that I definitely could use some help to make sure that food wouldn’t go to waste,” Maeve said.

“Okay,” Beckett finally agreed, taking hesitant steps toward Maeve’s bed, his eyes fixed on hers this whole time, not leaving them even for a heartbeat. When he finally reached her bed, he stood quiet not sure if he should seat there or move an armchair toward her bed.

“Sit,” Maeve said finally with a smile tugging on her lips, amazed by his hesitation. “It’s not like you didn’t seat there just a moment ago.”

“Yes, but...”

“No buts just seat, please,” said Maeve, looking at him expectantly, waiting when he would finally take a place next to her. After a moment he finally sat down handing Maeve a cup of tea from the tray

“First, drink that,” he said, watching Maeve taking the cup suspiciously, sniffing at it. “It’s just a herbal tea, something my grandma made for Katrina... my sister when she was p... when she was going through a rough time,” explained Beckett. “It’s safe. I promise,” he murmured.

“Okay,” Maeve said, taking the first sip, feeling how the liquid gently coated her from inside, making nausea retreat. By the time she drunk the last drops, she could feel how her nerves became calmer, and her stomach stopped turning over.

“Feeling better,” asked Beckett, who waited patiently when she would finish her tea, watching how colors slowly started to return to her face, painting her cheeks.

“Much better,” she murmured softly, meeting Beckett’s gaze. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” mumbled Beckett before clearing his throat. “Should we?” he asked, pointing toward the tray.

“Be my guest,” she smiled, handing him a fork, before both dig into the meal.

After the first bite, the delicious sound escaped Maeve's throat, and she closed her eyes in delight, enjoying the richness of tastes. Slowly she opened her eyes, curiously looking at Beckett. As if feeling her gaze at him, he raised his eyes to meet hers, questioningly raising his eyebrow.

“What,” he asked after a moment of silence, “Did I got something on my face, and you think of the way how to tell me about that?”

“No, your face is perfectly clean. I just wondered where did you learn to cook like that? I just thought... Nevermind,” she said averting her eyes, regretting instantly the words that almost left her tongue.

Maeve, you are an idiot... she berated herself angrily, chewing nervously on her lower lip, hoping that he didn’t catch what she almost said. He just now did something nice for you... even not knowing what is happening and you wanted to tell him you thought he was just another rich boy who even doesn’t know how to switch on a microwave not to mention the stove. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I need to try and get to know him better, not to try and assault him all the time. I just need to get to know him before... before I will drop the bomb I now carry inside me on him... Before...

Her thought fell flat after she heard Beckett’s voice reached her ears, the soft deep chuckle escaping his throat, bringing her back to reality.

“What... you thought that I’m one of those rich boys who doesn’t know even how to switch on the microwave, not to mention to cook anything on the stove? Even something as simple as boiled pasta, not to mention that,” he nodded toward risotto in front of them, making Maeve blush in embarrassment, that he figured out what she wanted to tell.

“I... sorry,” she mumbled, not meeting his gaze, the slight blush still dusting her cheeks.

“Don’t be,” Beckett said with a hesitant smile before bringing another fork with food to his mouth.

“Where did you learn how to cook like that?” finally asked Maeve after a moment of silence. “Or your motto is, be best in everything or not try at all?”

“My motto may be that, but it would be no use if not for my grandma. She was the one who taught me how to cook. She loved cooking and was great at doing this, so she made sure that I and my sister knew the basics. As she always used to say, one day you will be thanking me that you have this important skill in your baggage, one day you may have no servants or money, but you always will have this knowledge and ability to feed yourself,” Beckett sigh, falling silent as the memory of his grandma flooded his mind.

“So... what other hobbies do you have?” asked Maeve after taking a sip of orange juice. “I know you are good with programming, not so bad at dancing, decent at cooking. So what else you can do,” she said, her voice filled with notes of teasing and her eyes getting back some light that she lost after the news she was keeping securely locked in the depth of her bedside table.

“Hmmmmm, I also took singing and piano lessons,” admitted Beckett after a moment. “What about you?” he quickly asked, before she could ask anything else.

The rest of their meal, they spent by sharing their interests and hobbies. Talking about the people who were important in their lives, smiling and laughing together, both forgetting for a moment of the circumstances, that brought them here.

Finishing with their meal, Maeve moved the tray to the side, sighing in satisfaction, before unconsciously rubbing her belly. Beckett’s eyes involuntarily moved to her hand, watching her action, not sure what to say anymore, unsure if he even should be here at that moment. Silently he started to rise from Maeve’s bed before she stopped him gently, placing her hand on top of his, making him freeze from the contact. His heart skipped the beat before started to race inside his chest. This touch felt so much different than every brushing and touching of their hands during the meal. Unlike those fleeting touches, this sent a current of electricity through him, setting his blood on fire. And it seemed that Maeve felt it too by the way her eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted, letting the soft gasp to escape them.

“Thank you again,” she spoke in a hushed whisper, squeezing his hand. “I really had a great time. And thank you for the tea, not sure what magic did you use, but it definitely helped. I feel much better, so... thank you.”

“I’m glad it helped,” whispered Beckett in a hoarse voice, the tension between them growing, crackling, and sparkling, electrifying the air between them when their eyes met.

It seemed as if some unseen force pushed them toward each other, and their lips met halfway, hungry, and needy to be connected. Beckett’s hand instantly went to be woven into Maeve’s hair, pulling her closer, wanting to taste more of her, craving more of her. While Maeve’s hands fisted his shirt. Their lips crushed together, meeting again and again. The passion between them grew, and the tension was ready to explode, consuming both of them. Beckett’s tongue darted inside Maeve’s mouth, curling against hers, deepening the kiss as if the distance between them still felt too much, as if he couldn’t get enough of her sweetness. They both moaned in unison, their kisses heated and passionate, their hands exploring each other, their minds clouded by the desire, not able to break apart. Their kisses got more desperate as if they had no tomorrow, kissing as if not able to get enough of each other, forgetting about everything that they kept from each other, forgetting every single argument and the assumption they made. After a while that seemed like an instant, they broke apart, panting heavily for air, still only an inch apart. Their foreheads touching, their eyes closed, and their hands still holding each other close. Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, and with that came realization how close they came to cross the line they weren’t ready to cross. A single thought floated in their minds so similar and so different at the same time, but as powerful and no less forbidding.

At least not now... not when she carries another man’s child. thought Beckett taking a deep breath before moving further away from the girl in front of him.

At least not now... not when he has no idea I’m carrying his child. thought Maeve, squeezing into the headboard as if trying to move as far away from him as possible.

Their eyes met, both holding a shocked expression, their lips were swollen, and their clothes wrinkled, the soft blush touching their cheeks before Beckett finally stood up, taking a tray from Maeve’s bed without saying a single word still shocked from what almost happened.

When Beckett reached the door, he turned around, clearing the throat.

“Sorry,” Beckett said hoarsely. “Have a good night,” he added before exiting the room and closing it behind him with a soft click.

His heart thundering inside his chest, and his fists clenched, never in his life was he more confused than now about his own feelings; always knowing what exactly he felt. But now, standing in the dim light of their hallway, he didn’t know what he felt. He thought that this was only lust, the feeling that originally pushed them toward each other, making them lose themselves into the whirlwind of passion, the feeling that he could explain as a chemical reaction, and the amount of alcohol they consumed. But today, today was different. It wasn’t a drunk kiss that led them to have sex, it wasn’t a kiss that was fuelled by anger or argument. This kiss was different. It was as he just couldn’t stop it, as if he felt the pull between them, the pull that he couldn’t ignore or resist even if he would try to... the issue was that he didn’t want to resist, subconsciously wanting for that kiss to happen, wanting to feel her tongue against his, to taste her sweetness. And if not the obstacles between them, he wouldn’t stop it even if his life would depend on it. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes, trying to compose himself before moving back to his room, feeling the unbearable tightness of his jeans and the straining of his hardness against the coarse material.

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The next morning Beckett woke up earlier than he would usually do, heading toward the kitchen to make breakfast. Quickly he set to work, preparing a waffle dough and breaking some eggs in the pan, meantime making a herbal tea for Maeve. He leaned against the counter, waiting for the waffles and eggs to be thoroughly cooked while sipping his coffee. The divine aroma filling the kitchen. He could hear the soft clicks of Maeve’s heels distantly coming from above, echoing along the empty hallway. He furrowed his brows to the memory of yesterday’s kiss that flooded his mind, still feeling the persistent tingling on his lips. And as much as he wanted to forget that this ever happened or push the memory of it away, he couldn’t as his thoughts brought him back to that moment, again and again, making him miserable, making him want more. He sighed heavily, rubbing his free hand over his eyes as if trying to erase the image of Maeve’s swollen lips and her lust-blown eyes from his mind, feeling how his dick twitched to attention, ready to punch something to make this image disappear.

Suddenly he heard a loud knock at the door, making Beckett to furrow his brow, not expecting anyone at that early hour. He moved quickly toward the door, throwing it open. The moment he opened it, he froze on the spot, feeling how his fists clenched and his jaw tensed instantly, feeling the anger coursing through his blood, but trying to stay calm.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Beckett hissed through the gritted teeth, blocking the entrance. His body loomed over uninvited a guest, not letting to enter the house.

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symonde · 5 years

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Dark Sun - Part 11 – Therapy time (NSFW – MENTIONS OF SEX, VIOLENCE AND ABUSE)

Pairing: Beckett x mc

Book: The Elementalists

Rating: NSFW – MENTIONS SEX, VIOLENCE AND ABUSE

Word Count: +/- 3970

Summary: After the incident in the club, Beckett and Joane both try to get their mind off each other. Will they succeed? Katrina decides to drop in unexpectedly.

Masterlist “Dark Sun”

Tag-List: @itsbrindleybinch @flyawayboo @daisy-ashton@alegria1580 @sleepingpillcorporation @regina-and-happiness @syltti78 @gardeningourmet

Authors note: Sorry it took me so long to get this to paper - or well text-document. I am working full time again and it is not easy balancing writing, work and social activities. The next one will probably take some time too, but i promise i will keep writing and finish this story, Thanks everyone for not losing patience with me :)

Beckett hurried to his apartment, trying not to think about how he just had behaved. The moment he started to pleasure himself, he was simply too disgusted with what he had done and decided to take a cold shower instead. However, it didn’t stop his thoughts from wandering back in time when he lay in bed, reliving the last few hours moment after moment. How could he have changed so much in his behaviour? Stop kidding yourself! he chided himself.. It isn’t that you are changed, she is. And you simply are obsessed with that girl.

He didn’t like it though. He needed to stop doing things he wasn’t comfortable with out of a tiny hope that she could like him again some day. She was basically a stranger to him now. He decided that he had to let the past go. It wouldn’t do either of them any good if he was behaving like a mad man around her because of their physical attraction. People changed, and he clearly needed to take some distance to find out what it was he wanted to do with his life. He needed to know who he was– without her. It’s simple. Just stay away from her! He nearly laughed out loud alone in his room. - That was the only thing he never had been able to do.

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It took Joane exactly 5 minutes to get Antony to confess that their new boss – apparently a young man in a dark blazer named Harrington – forced him to do his job for him. He begged her to forgive him and even went so far as to point out that she probably could sue the Harrington guy since he breached the client-service contract that she had with him in person. Joane knew Antony would risk his job for her if Beckett decided that he would want to get rid of him. She didn’t think Beckett would do such a thing, but she couldn’t be sure about anything with him anymore after this stunt he just pulled … in a public space – in the presence of witnesses. Where was the publicly awkward, easily blushing man she once had known? It didn’t fit with him anymore. Apparently she wasn’t the only one that had changed.

Joane knew she should feel horrified about the thought that Beckett had used his position and to theoretically abuse her – if she hadn’t liked it so damn much. It still turned her on – her body was betraying her – again… He wasn’t the Beckett she had known before. The old Beckett had never before even wanted to talk about his family, let alone did he ever use his name to get something he wanted. He had always had this strange obsession to reach his goals without or even despite his family’s reputation. The only person out of his whole family he seemed to like was his older sister Katrina. Then again he envied her nearly as much as he liked her.

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Joane had met Katrina Harrington only a few times, since she and her boyfriend had been busy travelling the world for work. It didn’t help that Beckett didn’t like visiting his family that much, since they hadn’t been very welcoming to Joane. Despite her attunement, she was a simple girl and she loved her life in her small apartment, she had a student job and liked playing Thief and clubbing with her friends.

Katrina however was driven and focussed nearly all of the time on her career. She was brilliant, smart and beautiful and about to marry her long-term boyfriend Jack. His parents were nearly as influential as the Harrington’s and he was a successful lawyer specialising in representing real-estate sharks all over the world. Joane had instantly disliked the guy. He had been slick, way too polite and of course he defended rich people making their money out of cheating or tricking non-magickal people out of their homes to build magickal communities in the best areas of cities. Nevertheless, Katrina seemed to be completely smitten with him, and so were Beckett’s parents. The wedding happened about a year after Beckett left. It had been broadly mediatised through every magical channel that existed - two extremely rich and influential families joining interested the whole magickal community. At the time, Joane had recorded the media coverage and watched it over and over again hoping to catch a sign of Beckett, but apparently he hadn’t been attending his own sister’s wedding.

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Now Beckett apparently managed his father’s estates and used his name to get whatever he wanted. She should be upset about this behaviour, but “whatever he wanted” seemed to be her! It had taken her a few minutes to come back to her senses after the orgasm he had given her. If he would have revealed himself to her after pleasuring her, she would probably have begged him to take all of her. He still knew what she liked and even worse, he knew now even her darkest secret. She wanted to be angry, but she felt strangely relieved that there was at least one person that seemed to accept – and maybe even share - her tendencies.

Joane didn’t understand why he had gone to such extremes, but she did know now that the attraction she had been feeling between them was mutual, and even though she had been at his complete mercy, he had decided to pleasure her and not himself – it actually was kind of sweet, in a very strange and twisted way. Joane grimaced at her thoughts – sitting around thinking about the one guy she should avoid at all costs. This would not do her any good. However much her body craved his touch, she would not be able to ever trust him again with her feelings. Instead of confronting Beckett about it, Joane decided to ignore him. Perhaps he would confess or he wouldn’t, and she didn’t want to risk exposing Antony. So she decided to simply get back to her work. And oh … she desperately needed to get back to her work. Her next paper was due in a few months already and most importantly, there were patients scheduled for next week and she hadn’t been able to get herself to do the necessary theoretical and mental preparations.

The moment she got back to her office and treatment room, something didn’t seem right, she just couldn’t grasp what it was. Pivoting around she inspected every part of the room, but could find anything out of the ordinary. It was her plain and simple office room – these were the words she usually used when someone visited her. There was no decoration, nothing personal, it was a treatment room and normally this was how it was supposed to be, how she wanted it to be. So she didn’t understand why she felt suddenly so out of place in the room she had set up herself. Her olive green office chair was the only spot of colour in the room. The books that filled the shelves had always felt to her like a fortress of knowledge she could hide behind. For the last few years it had been her home, her retreat, where she felt safe and competent. Now however when she looked around she felt nervous. She could find nothing soothing in here anymore, a strange thought crossed her mind - her office felt cold and impersonal – even to herself. How was that the room that she defined as her safehouse. I am changed… she sighed deeply. It simply can’t be a good sign that I am feeling out of place in my own place. She buried the thought right away. It was a dangerous thought, since it meant Beckett had a bigger and a more emotional impact on her than she had feared.

A week later

As usual Joane was already seated in her chair, going over her notes and preparing the questions she needed to evaluate to finish her analysis. Now and then her gaze flickered to the corner of the room across from her, a slight smile playing on her lips. A bunch of sunglowflowers now filled the room with a warm glow. Joane was amazed how good she felt about being in the same room with these flowers. Usually she felt threatened by anything involving the word “sun” since she felt so hopeless to ever be able to use her so called innate powers ever again.

Passing the flowershop yesterday, Joane had immediately been drawn to them. – like magick… At the thought she felt a slight urge to chuckle and the corners of her mouth crooked up just a bit. The flowers emitted a faint sweet smell that reminded her about morning dew in the early summer months. And curiously even though flowers - scientifically proven - did not have that kind of power, she could swear they slightly heated the room.

A slight knock on her door announced the arrival of her new patient and Joane refocussed before calling her in. As usual she only knew a shortened first name and the gender of her patient so she could face them unbiased and write an anonymous report. The moment the girl named Kat entered the room, Joane asked herself if destiny wanted to fuck her up really hard. In front of her stood Katrina Harrington, even though she seemed like a very sad and shabby version of her former self. Dark shadows bloomed below her red puffy eyes and made her look old and broken. She didn’t wear any make-up and her clothes – though expensive – didn’t seem to fit properly anymore. Katrina clearly had lost some weight and didn’t care what she looked like anymore.

This was the women that had turned her away coldhearted from the mansion when she was looking for Beckett. Suddenly Joane saw herself standing in front of the huge iron gate, tearing at it in her rage and grief, tears running down her cheeks. Katrina had been standing behind the window of her mansion looking down at her, her eyes sad but cold before turning away. Joane had been standing at the gate for hours but no one let her in. She had often asked herself during the last few years what had caused Beckett’s family to hate her so much that they even denied her a simple closure. Joane was about to tell Katrina to get the hell out of her room, but there was something very wrong about the way Katrina looked and behaved. So Joane clenched her teeth and gestured briskly for Katrina to come in and sit down. It wasn’t right to turn away a person in need and Joane wouldn’t lower herself to the same shitty level of behaviour Katrina once had given her.

Katrina looked at her like she was about to burst in tears. Being near the women she had despised for so many years, Joane couldn’t bring herself to bite back a small sarcastic comment, cocking one eyebrow up, waiting for Katrina to say something. “Well well…. To what do I owe the pleasure of your noble presence Miss Harrington?”

To her credit and to Joane’s utter satisfaction, Katrina flinched and looked down at the floor, her shoulders slumping down. She remained silent for a few very long moments, and Joane though she would simply turn around and leave without further notice.

“Hi Joane” Katrina’s voice was barely a whisper. “I- I would understand if you would just refuse to hear me out. God knows I earned nothing less...”

Joane sighed in defeat and pointed to the couch. This women in front of her clearly had been through a lot. She simply didn’t have it in her to send her away if she could possibly help. Furthermore Joane just died to know what had caused this change in the once rich and perfect Katrina Harrington. “Listen Katrina, I will not lie to you. We have a past and it is not a pleasant one.” Joane took her notebook and opened a new file, trying to get back into her routine. “I will do my job here, but I will not be your friend. I usually begin to ask my patient WHY they have come to seek me out, but I think with you my first question will be why have you come to see ME? I know I am good at what I do, but there are other people out there that could probably help you better than I do, considering our relation?”

Katrina’s eyes went wide. “ I – Thank you Joane. I – me and my family, … we were so horrible towards you. I- I mean I hoped you would at least listen to me but I feared,….”

“Listen Katrina, I am not here to talk about our past. It is over and I do not want to get back to that moment. It took me a long time to get a life again, and I am not going to waste my time tearing up old wounds.” Joane knew she sounded a bit harsh but this threatened to become too personal for her. She hadn’t even talked to Beckett about their encounter a week ago and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

“Oh… ok.. I - hoped – nevermind. Please do give me a second” Katrina took a deep breath before continuing slightly more composed. “I came to you because I know that you already know my family and you know my - .. – my husband.” Joane took a small note about the tone in which she spoke of Jack. Apparently the fairytale had gone bad. “I knew – well… You never liked Jack, and I couldn’t understand it then. To me he seemed like the perfect husband. He was the perfect husband for my parents at least. That was enough for me for a long time. I even overlooked that he had some very dark moods and strange behaviours from time to time. I – I don’t know if you want to hear what I am about to tell you, it but I think it is necessary I--- I have to tell you about mine and Beckett’s childhood a little bit before I continue, is that ok?”

Joane took a deep breath and steadied herself. She knew Katrina was right. She needed to know about childhood issues to be able to have the whole picture and help Katrina. So she gestured for her to continue.

Katrina closed her eyes and braced her head on her hands. She looked positively miserable. “As you know, Beck and I have been raised rather….- let’s call it structured. What you probably do not know is how far my father’s perfectionism went. Beckett never liked talking about it.” Joane wanted to object but decided against it. Beckett had actually talked to her about his feelings towards his family, but I wouldn’t help Katrina to know this.

“It was normal for us to speak our morning prayers in 4 languages without flaws before we were allowed to go to the bathroom. My mother was not always as you have known her. She once behaved like a loving mother – even though she always was kind of reserved, she cared about us children - perhaps too much. I was ten when I first saw my mother take the blame for a stain on a rare asian carpet dad had received as a gift of a Chinese ambassador. Beck and I had played with some watercolor outside of our assigned playroom. Dad went into rage-mode and beat her – oh not in the face no.. He beat her straight in the stomach yelling at her that she was his wife and as such she had to be perfect.” Katrina’s voice slightly broke and Joane’s eyes went wide in horror. She was not the biggest fan of Beckett’s mother but this kind of abuse was horrifying.

“Beckett was still too small to remember. Mom didn’t even cry at first, but then she saw me standing in the doorway. At her reaction dad turned around and at that moment he seemed to notice that there was a better way to punish her. If he would punish us for her flaws, she would become the perfect women he was seeking. The moment he threatened to hurt me or Beck, she broke. The women I have never seen crying in her life begged and sobbed so that he wouldn’t hurt us kids.” Katrina closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to regain control.

Joane had stopped taking notes and analysing the situation, already deciding to not include this case in her research. She was too emotional about it anyways and needed to at least have one part of her life that was not biased by the Harrington’s. Katrina continued talking as if she couldn’t stop herself, like a weight lifting off her chest, “He started to hurt us only slightly at first every time she didn’t please him. When we got older, it got less frequent but worse, as if for it to have an impact, the hurt needed to increase. By then our mom was a changed person. She was cold and impassive towards us as if she could protect us better this way. She was a perfect wife, operating like a robot. But she was older and not the beautiful young women she once had been. This seemed to be enough to provoke my father. It got worse for me until I decided to leave home at the first chance when I met Jack. He was successful and intelligent and my father … lets just say, for the first time in my life I seemed to have done something right. He even gave me a personalized leather bound family history book. I have never felt so proud in my life.” Katrina smiled at the memory but it was a hopeless smile that ceased quickly.

“I was dating Jack for about 9 months and we were already engaged when he first beat me over a small typo I had overlooked in a meeting assessment. I was shocked and he apologized the day after, but not without pointing out that I should avoid doing such a mistake again. I should know that he was a perfectionist at his work and that he expected nothing less of me. At that moment I went all cold. My parents were so proud of me and I didn’t want to upset dad, so I decided to accept the apology and try to do better the next time to not upset him anymore. You probably know the rest.. He – he abused me violently every time he felt like I did something wrong. He beat me more and more often over small mistakes or when my dress was too short, b..but I found excuses for him every time. Mom was the first to see the signs and tried to get to me, so I decided to stay away from my family not wanting her to get involved and to be hurt again.” Katrina took a deep breath and paused shortly. Joane looked at her questionably

“I … - The day you came to our home… when I left you at the gate when Beckett was forced to go to Japan… It was that day that Jack beat me so hard I got a fresh bloody bruise in my face. I … I just couldn’t let anyone see me ... I was so ashamed, I .. I am so sorry now. I was selfish and afraid and you suffered for it…”

Joane didn’t want to feel compassionate but she knew that lots of women felt that way and it actually was a normal reaction. It still sucked but at least she knew now that it hadn’t been because of her that Katrina had turned her away that day. “Katrina… thanks - I guess - for telling me this. I think I needed to hear this, for you but also for myself. I never understood why you turned me away that day. I know it seems harsh to pressure you but this can’t be why you sought me out. My speciality is the loss or the alternation of magickal powers due to psychological stress. Are your powers affected?”

Katrina looked up – suddenly alarmed. “You aren’t going to tell this to anyone are you?” she asked?

“N- no I am bound to my doctors-patient secrecy.” Joane replied warily. What had happened to Katrina?

Katrina nodded slightly more confident “My powers have changed… You know I am a Water-Att? Well… my attunement changed somehow – and not to the best. When I finally saw that my marriage with Jack was about to end up like my parents, I decided to get a divorce. I told my mother first and I saw the fear creep into her eyes. Then my father came into the room and immediately knew something was off when he saw my mother. The moment she told him what I was about to do, he started to blame her for it. Surely she had put this idea into my head. He yelled at her that Jack was the best thing that ever happened to his family, with Beckett being a disgrace he had had to ship off to Japan to save his mind from growing to lax out of something so stupid as love and now me planning to ruin the last hope of the family…”

Katrina’s voice started to tremble. “I felt so angry and hopeless and I blacked out for a moment. I- I only remember I felt like I needed to stop him before he could hurt my mother again,… and then... I can’t properly describe it,… I just lost control of my magick. It felt like a living creature to me, it crawled out of my mind and just acted on its own… and then I don’t know how - It,… well - it started to draw the liquid out of my father’s body. Before I knew what had happened, he just crumbled to the floor and didn’t get up anymore… I think I killed my father!”

Joane set there her mouth hanging slightly open for a short moment. She resumed her professional self before Katrina could notice and nodded calmly “How did your mother react? Your mind blacking out slightly is a normal protection reaction of your body. It was probably a very traumatical experience. What we need to find out is if it was the act of killing that was a shocking experience or the fact that your magick acted on its own.”

At Katrina’s irritated look, she tried to explain in more detail “We need to know what the first problem was, so we can know what caused your magick to change and provoke your body’s reaction. It could have been triggered by rage or sadness or confusion or because of feeling detached from yourself after such a long abusive marriage…. In order to help you I need to dig deeper and ask you a lot of quite personal questions. Are you ok with that?” When Katrina slowly nodded Joane secretly gulped at the task in front of her. At the same time her mind went back to Beckett. How much did he know? How was he feeling? Had she been inconsiderate at some point towards him? Why did she care so much?...

#beckett x mc #beckett harrington #the elementalists #dark sun #dark sun series #joane raven

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Penderghast: School of the Delinquents Series

Summary: When a series of robberies, murders, and several other crimes strike the town of Pendergast, it’s up to a team of former delinquents turned Pendergast students to solve the crimes that the police can’t. However, by doing so against their wishes, it puts them in harm's way…

Notes: I don’t own any of these characters. Also, there will be themes of drugs, alcohol, and violence. Please read with caution.

Rating: PG-13 (?); Strong Language

Tags: @laceandlula @flyawayboo @plottymouth @keira1416 @justendlesssummerfeels @syltti78

A tiny college town, Penderghast. While most saw it as a peaceful, college town filled with a love of Theif, there was more than meets the eye. While bricks lined the buildings, potions and drugs lined the dark alleyways. Along with that, a murder on the loose, and the police have nothing to stop them. It’s been two days since the last murder, which made seven this month alone. The police decided to enlist the help of five Penderghast students, all former criminals, and none of them knew what the others had done.

Griffin Langly. They called him the muscle of the group he was last with. With speed and strength, the combo made for deadly force. Griffin was part of a gang in town a few years ago, meaning he had connections throughout the town. The reason he was charged with a crime was that he about beat a man to death.

Beckett Harrington, scammer. Beckett, as many in the college town knew, grew up with all the money he could ever ask for. He stole for a reason, scamming many people out of their money. His father was the mayor, and when he raised the taxes, people started to starve. Beckett took the money and gave it to those who needed it. To make matters worse, Beckett’s own father turned him into the corrupt police department.

Shreya Mistry, master of all thieves. Growing up with money was nice, but she loved to steal. At first, it started out as a game with her friends, but it quickly became more than that. Bigger and bigger scores with more risks. She lived for the thrill of the score, and that’s what got her caught.

Zephyr Hernandez, professional hacker. There’s no real rhyme or reason why he did what he did. He was caught into countless government agencies to erase people’s criminal records. Why did he do it? Just for the hell of it. Really, at first it was for game cheats and free money for apps, but then, it was just for fun.

Finally, Amanda Russell. She was trading illegal weapons under the table for years before she got caught. If there was any weapon someone wanted, she could get it. Amanda was smart and cunning, a deadly mix, especially after being held at gunpoint many times. She also dabbled in drug dealing for a bit, but she decided that potion dealing wasn’t for her.

The five sat in their seats as the officer began to explain to them what needed to be done. “We need your help. With seven murders this month alone, many illegal weapons being used for shootings, and the banks being hacked, we need your help.”

Shreya popped her gum. “I don’t know what y’all are thinking when asking us for help, but we’re criminals at heart.”

“Expect for Beckett over here.” Griffin joked.

Beckett snapped back quickly. “At least I didn't almost kill someone.”

“Like you’ve ever been in a situation where that might have been your only way out.” Amanda snaked at Beckett.

Zephyr rolled his eyes at the two bickering. “What’s in it for us?” He asked the cop.

“I can’t believe you’re actually considering working for the good guys! I mean, how many times did you hack their database?” Shreya asked, arms crossed.

“About twenty, but that’s not important right now,” Zephyr remarked.

Amanda sighed, leaning backward in her chair. “We have to think long term now people. We’re convinced criminals, and frankly, I want a better life than I had.”

“How sweet.” Shreya sarcastically spoke. “Little Amanda here thinks that she’ll make a better life by working for the good guys.”

“Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t all grow up rich like you and pretty boy,” Amanda remarked, gesturing at Beckett.

Beckett’s cheeks rose with color quickly. “What-“ He stuttered.

Amanda winked at him. “You know what I mean, Harrington.”

The police chief walked to the front to speak. “You will help us, or you’ll lose your place at Penderghast.” The group knew they didn’t have a choice but to assist in the investigation. “The five of you will be living in a house together outside of town. A few officers will be placed across the road for your saftey.”

Griffin raised an eyebrow. “You think we can’t handle ourselves?”

“More like they don’t want us to break another law,” Beckett responded. Griffin glanced over at him, clearly pissed.

Shreya sighed, turning to Amanda, whispering. “These boys are a mess. We might need to straighten them out. I take one, and you take the other?”

Amanda nodded. “I got the nerd.”

“Good, cause I wanted the jock.” Shreya smiled.

The group was debriefed and taken to a suburb of Penderghast. The house they were going to was large with eight bedrooms, a basement, and four bathrooms. However, like the rest of Penderghast, there were secrets in the walls, mainly hidden rooms behind bookcases and a safe room. Along with that, an inground pool in the backyard added to the appeal of the place.

“Swanky.” Zeph joked, elbowing Amanda.

Zeph and Amanda went back many years. They helped each other on many jobs. The major time Zeph assisted Amanda in an escape from the police. She was trading weapons with a new client when the police stormed the place. Zeph hacked into the building to change the cameras, lighting,

“I know a few dealers still. I can contact them about some weapons.” Amanda spoke up, “No way in heaven or hell am I giving their names up though.”

The five all flopped into their own seats in the living room to create a plan. “I know a few dealers still. I can contact them about some weapons.” Amanda spoke up, “No way in heaven or hell am I giving their names up though.”

“Where would that lead get us?” Zeph asked, jotting down something in his notebook.

“There’s this thing called The Underground,” Amanda spoke up. “It’s all of the best criminals in one place. I met a lot of people there when I used to go. I could get myself and one other in.”

“What good would that do us?” Griffin asked.

Beckett raised his hand a little. “It would give us a chance to talk to some of Amanda’s former contacts and see what they know. On top of that, drinks tend to get people talking.”

Shreya nodded. “So if Amanda goes, who’s going in with her? Everyone there would know her, especially after the most wanted list things, but no one there would know any of us.”

“They might know me,” stated Zeph. “However, I have some bad history with leaders of one of the gangs that are going to be there. I hacked into their building, and Amanda and I stole their weapons. They caught onto me but not Amanda.”

“I think that Beckett should go,” Amanda suggested, causing the whole group to stare at her. “He was the top scammer. Beckett knows how to get what he wants out of people, and he’s smart. I think he would be the best choice.”

“Plus, the two of you would look like a nice couple.” Shreya joked, elbowing Amanda in the side.

Amanda rolled her eyes, catching Beckett’s rosy cheeks from across the seating area. “I know the whole layout, but the dress code is intense. Sneaking my weapons in is going to be difficult.” Amanda explained. “It’s black tie, meaning that Beckett and I have to look our absolute best. I remember my first year, this man wasn’t up to par, and needless to say, he got shot. He really pissed off the Fire Cartel.”

“Fire Cartel?” Becket asked.

Amanda nodded. “Some of the best magic users that I’ve ever met in my whole life. They offered me a job a while back, but then I got arrested. I’m close to the head. He and I used to... date.”

“Is there anything we need to know about them besides your relationship history?” Griffin asked.

Amanda shook her head yes. “Being fire-att, they’re hot-headed. They shoot first and ask questions later. They’re all highly trained in a facility for about two years before being put into the normal ranks. Wearing red is a sign of respect for them,” She explained. “I think Beckett and I should wear red. There are going to be other groups there who won’t appreciate the color choice, but the Fires owe me a few favors, so they’ll keep us safe if anything goes awry.”

Beckett nodded. “Let’s go get ready.”

Beckett and Amanda headed into a hidden wardrobe room. All forms of costumes were hidden here. Amanda and Beckett both went behind separate changing walls and began getting dressed. When they emerged, Amanda was wearing a deep red floor length dress with a halter top. The fabric crossed in the front across her chest, leaving a peek-a-boo hole between her breasts. Beckett was wearing a crimson tux with a black bow tie. He was also wearing a gold watch with a hidden lock picking set inside.

Amanda crossed the room and held up two bracelets. “Which one of these do you think I should wear? Both have GPS trackers I can pull out and stick on someone.” Beckett pointed to the one on the left, and Amanda put it on. She also put on a ring which had poison in it. “Thank you.”

“I called the police chief earlier and asked for a car. It should be here at any minute.” Beckett explained. A car honked outside. “Speak of the devil.”

The two headed outside and to the party. There were no cars in sight when the two arrived at the warehouse. The warehouse was in a remote, run-down area of town where few ever went.

“Just as shitty as I remember it being in the first place.” scowled Amanda.

Beckett raised an eyebrow. “Why here?”

“It’s mutual ground. None of the attendees have an advantage over the other.” Beckett opened the door to the car and helped Amanda out. Amanda whipered to Beckett. “Let me do the talking.”

Amanda knocked three times on a door. A man came over the intercom. “Please state your name.”

“You already know who I am, Ricky.” Amanda joked.

The intercom came back on, still fuzzy. “I can’t believe you’re back here, Amanda. I thought your days were long over.”

“Hey! I’m only nineteen! I’m not old enough to be out of the game yet.” She remarked.

Ricky sighed. “I’d love to let you in, but I don’t know who that is that you’re with. For all we both know, he’s a cop.”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “If I was coming back, why would I bring a cop here of all places? Besides, you remember that scammer who we called Robin Hood? This is him.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll buzz you two in. I know the boss has been missing you, Amanda.” Amanda shifted awkwardly as the door clicked open.

When they opened the door, they found a lavish party. Hardwood tables filled the edges of the room. Each table has nice glassware with In the middle of the room was a dance floor filled with people. On the opposite side of the door stood the DJ booth. Overlooking the whole party was a balcony were the highest leaders in each gang were sitting.

Beckett leaned over and whispered. “That man in the red isn’t taking his eyes off of you. Is he your ex?”

Amanda nodded. “He is. His name is Christan Potter” She tilted her head as the man in red gave her a hand signal. “ He wants to talk to me.”

The two made their way across the party and to the stairs where they were met by security. “Sorry, sir, but the boss just wants to talk to Amanda.”

She turned to whisper to Beckett. “Don’t worry, I can handle them. You forget that I have some... things built into my dress. You know how to get information out of people. Go mingle.”

He knew what Amanda meant and gave her a small nod. “I have some tricks up my sleeve too. Let me know if you need help.” Beckett nodded to the guards. “I understand. I’ll be on my way.”

Amanda picked up her dress enough to walk up the stairs. She made sure not to reveal the weapons that were strapped around her legs. She also didn't want to accidentally set off the knives hidden in her heels.

When arriving upstairs, she found the leaders of the four major gangs all staring at her. "Nice to see you all again," Amanda remarked. The men, with one woman, all stared at her, mouths slack from disbelief. "What? You all act like you haven't met me before."

The Metal-Att leader, Robert Steel, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was as smart as cunning, joining the ranks when he was in high school, quickly moving to the top. Trained in business, he had way with wording things to get what he wanted. Being a metal-att, he was also skilled in many forms of weapons. Steel had even learned how to use his attunement to create weapons out of thin air, a deadly thing when he would torture people. Anyone who wanted a weapon in the city would come to this group.

Next to him sat Axis Rose. She was also a force to be reckoned with. Her troops consisted of women of all different backgrounds. Never needing the help of a man, Axis rapidly became a powerhouse in the Penderghast criminal society. Killing over a dozen men with her bare hands, no one in any room would dare to mess with her. This group deals mainly with assignations and hackings. On top of that, these women invented special tools to disable other people's abilities temporally.

Pouring another whiskey was the weakest player of them all when it came to harming another, Holland Song, leader of the earth and wood users. New to the game, he was weaker than the others. Holland had only been in the game a few years now, but being an expert in all nature related things, most of his money came from dealing substances. While the others dealt with other matters, money was a draw for the members in his group.

Finally, the man in the red who stood behind the couch, Alex Redfield. Taking over the oldest gang in Penderghast was an accomplishment in itself. This group was founded around the same time that the school of Penderghast was founded. Rumors had it that many of the high-ranking teachers at the time were involved in the group. Being one of the oldest and respected groups, they had connections across the world in various areas.

"Well, it has been a while since we've seen you." Alex smiled, gesturing to a nearby chair. "Sit. We all need to talk."

Meanwhile, downstairs, Beckett was using his skills as a scammer to talk to a member of Axis's troops. "What can I do for you?" She asked, clearly trying to be flirty.

Beckett smiled. "I hear your one of the top people in Axis's group. That's high praise coming from her, in my opinion."The woman nodded. "It is, but you didn't answer my question."

"A friend of mine, who I'm sure you've heard of, Amanda, is looking for a new weapon. Rumor on the streets is that you invented it. It's called the PX-84." He charmed.

She nodded. "I've heard of it, but I'm sorry to say that we weren't the people who invented it." The woman raised an eyebrow. "And why do you and Amanda want this?"

Beckett took a breath to prepare himself for his next lie. "She, as you know, is the best weapon's expert in Penderghast and possibly the world. Amanda wants to hire a thief to steal some things she lost while she was in jail back."

"And how do you play into all of this?" She asked, taking a slow sip of her drink.

"I owe her a few favors. She pulled some strings and got me out of the big house," spoke Beckett. Out of the corner of his eye, behind the woman, he saw someone he knew. Amanda came running up behind Beckett, turning him around. "We've got to go, now!"

"What happened?" Beckett asked. As soon as the words left his mouth, gunshots rang out.

Amanda pulled her skirt up and pulled out a handgun. "We have to get out of here right now. Get behind the bar." The duo dove behind the bar as glass on the counter began to shatter. Amanda stood up, hitting a man shooting at her in the chest. She put her hands up to form a shield. "Solis!"

Beckett stood up and used the round-up spell to pull the guns away from other people. He turned to see a girl aiming a gun at him. With the flick of his wrist, he sent her flying into the wall. "There's a back exit through the kitchen!" He yelled at Amanda. Amanda took a bottle of whiskey, setting it on fire and throwing it. "Wow, okay."

"Move!" Amanda yelled. The two make a break for the door in the back of the warehouse. A man yelled from behind them.

"Freeze!" The two glanced back to find a man holding a weapon to them. They turned slowly, hands in the air.

A woman in black dived at the man, taking the gun and shooting him in the leg. She turned to face them, pulling off her hood. “This way!” She spoke.

“Katrina?” Beckett asked.

To be continued...

#penderghast #the elementalists #beckett harrington #griffin langley #shreya mistry #choices #pixelberry choices #pixelberry #playchoices #beckett x mc #griffin x mc #shreya x mc

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 4 years

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Two Lost Souls -ch 17

The Elementalists au

Beckett x Oriana

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Series Warnings: Will contain NSFW content. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Physical, Emotional, Sexual, and Domestic Abuse. Death. Rape, Violence, Manipulation, Drug Abuse, and lots and lots of Angst.

Chapter Warning: Slightly NSFW

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A sequel to Secret Studies

8 Years ago, Beckett and Oriana Harrington graduated Penderghast College. A year after that, tragedy struck, and they haven’t seen each other since. What happens when their paths cross once more? Is it coincidence? Or is it their souls trying to find their way home?

Oriana’s POV

Oriana woke up early, 4am, slipping out of bed and grabbing some clothes. Everett was still snoring on the floor, and she didn’t want to be here when he woke up. She stopped at a bakery near her flat, picking up some fresh donuts, fruits, and coffee. She was at Beckett’s penthouse by 5 and brought the bags to the kitchen area. There weren’t any lights on and there was no movement in the house, so she knew Beckett must still be asleep. Tiptoeing back out to the living space, she saw Zephyr sleeping on the couch she’d picked out and had delivered the previous day.

She grabbed herself a coffee and some fruit before heading into the office space. Flipping on the light, she sat down in her new chair, pulling out her necklace from under her shirt and taking it off, staring at it. She didn’t quite know what to do with it. If she wore it back home, Everett would certainly see it at some point, and she couldn’t have that. She watched the metallic wildflowers sway before she heard a door open. She quickly shoved it in her desk drawer. It would do for now.

“Why are you here so early?” Beckett’s cold voice startled her. “What have you been doing? I didn’t ask you to come in this early, you’re not getting paid any extra for it.”

“I, um…” Her voice failed her as she took in his appearance. His blondish brown hair was all mussed up from sleep, he wore light blue pajama pants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips, and he had no shirt on. She couldn’t take her eyes off his ripped abs. He always had nice abs, but holy cow, this was doing something to her already.

“Um?” He demanded. “Didn’t think this would be an issue, but I guess I’ll tell the desk not to let you in unless I say so.”

“You gave me a key.” She finally looked into his eyes. His beautiful, silver eyes, which were currently lasered in on her.

He smirked, sauntering into the room and closing the door before going behind the desk. He turned her chair to face him, and she inhaled sharply. God, he smells as good as his body looks…absolutely delicious. Placing his hands on the armrests, he leaned in, murmuring in her ear. “See something you like?”

She took a shaky breath. “Yes, actually, I think the furniture I picked out is quite nice.”

“About that…” He drew his head back, eyes focused on her lips. “I said shop for the office, not shop to decorate my entire penthouse.”

“It needed color.” She told him defiantly.

“I could have provided that for myself.”

“But you didn’t.”

“You don’t live here, Oriana.” He growled. “I want you to return everything except what’s in this room.”

“You’ll thank me someday.” She breathed.

“Why on earth would I do that?”

Oriana bit her lower lip. She was ready to head into new territory, and can only hope it doesn’t blow up in her face. “Because you love me.”

Beckett blinked, clearly taken aback by that sentence. He stood up tall, his abdomen in line with her eyes now. She couldn’t stop herself from ogling again. “I love who you used to be.” He said tightly, backing away.

“I’m still that person.”

“You’re still engaged to that dick you call wonderful. It’s masochistic, and I don’t approve.”

“Approve?” She laughed shortly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I needed your approval for anything.”

Beckett scoffed. “You know what? I don’t need you today. Go home, Ori.” He whirled around, reopening the door and leaving the room.

“Wait.” She dashed after him, cornering him in the hall. “You and Zeph didn’t give me much of a chance to talk yesterday.”

Beckett shrugged, looking away. “Actually, you seem to talk way too much. Go home to your lover.” He finished with a bitterness in his tone.

Oriana’s eyes narrowed. “Yesterday you were kissing me, wanting me, desperately craving me…and a few hours later you’re practically shoving me out the door. What the hell is your problem? You’re always telling me I have to come in early. I’m only doing what you’re constantly telling me to do.”

“My problem is you.” Beckett glared. “And I told you, I don’t need you today. I’m taking Zeph sight-seeing.”

“You don’t want me to answer phones calls or emails or…”

“Frankly, Oriana, I don’t want you here at all right now.”

She felt like the wind was knocked out of her. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to go home; she hates it there. Everett suffocates her.

“Maybe she wants to come.” Zeph appeared, yawning. “Can the two of you shut up until I get my coffee? I can’t deal with you until then.”

Beckett snickered and Oriana shot him a Look. She was originally really happy that Beckett still had Zeph. But right now, it was pissing her off, because Zeph clearly would only take Beckett’s side in everything.

“She can’t come. She’s got a busy day returning all this crap she bought yesterday.” Beckett smirked. “Although I stand by my statement. You can just go home and deal with it tomorrow.”

“You ordered food already? How long have you been up?” Zeph asked, grabbing a donut.

“Actually, I brought it.” Oriana huffed. “Thought I would do something nice, but silly me, thinking I’d be appreciated.”

“You mean Everett doesn’t appreciate you, enough? Seems like he does, the way he can’t take his hands off you.”

“Fuck you, Beckett.” She spat. “You don’t know anything about it.”

“I don’t need to know. You’re my employee; I only need to know that you can follow directions. Like leaving, for example.” Beckett snarled, stepping into her space.

A loud groan came from Zephyr, his head falling back in exasperation. “Seriously, you guys? If I leave, can you just have sex already? The tension here is killing me, and it’s way too early for me to see you both attempt not to rip each other’s clothes off. And I’m kind of afraid you’re going to do it front of me anyway.”

“It’s not my fault that Oriana’s been drooling over my muscles all morning.” Beckett shrugged. “I take care of myself, this is my house, and I don’t feel the need to cover up.

She couldn’t believe the audacity this man had. He was pretty much the same guy she met as a freshman in college, except now he had more power; more money; his ego was even more inflated. Well, since Beckett needs to be knocked down a few pegs again, she really only had one decision to make.

“Ya know what?” She glanced at Zephyr. “Sightseeing sounds fun. Count me in.”

Beckett’s POV

Beckett grumbled as they made their way to Hampstead Heath. He’d attempted to bring Zeph to one of London’s plethora of museums, but he was vetoed immediately.

“I’m not here to stay inside.” Zeph told him. “There’s plenty other places, BookBeck, a museum isn’t the most fun.”

“Depends on the person. Personally, I find the National Gallery quite enticing.”

“Of course, you do.” Oriana giggled. “Some things certainly don’t change.”

“Are you mocking me?” Beckett asked incredulously.

She put her hands up in defeat. “Not at all. I’m just saying hello to the Beckett I know.”

“Ha ha ha.” Beckett rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard Hampstead Heath is also nice, but there isn’t anything to do or see.”

“Actually, it has great views.” Oriana mused.

“Oriana, how long have you lived here?” Zeph asked.

“Um…I’m not completely sure…” She trailed off, averting her gaze.

“So, a long time.” Zeph supplied. “And, Beckett, how often were you here before you were forced to come?”

“Once or twice.” Beckett mumbled. He’d tried to come more, but Katrina would always tell him she was too busy. One time, he decided to surprise her, but when he arrived his sister was already trashed, and it ended up being quite unpleasant for them both.

“Wow, this is huge!” Zeph gasped, turning his attention back to the park they were entering. “It’s like London’s version of Central Park!”

“Way better though.” Oriana told him. “There are tons of places to get lost here.”

“Should we do it?” Zeph asked excitedly.

“Do what?” Beckett asked skeptically.

“Get lost! It’ll be an adventure!”

Oriana laughed and Beckett tried really hard to not let it affect him, but after they left his penthouse, her mood seemed to lift…she seemed different today. She was looser, more laid-back, more easy-going…the way she used to be. He couldn’t figure out what her game was. He also couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was breathtaking, even wearing a simple pair of jeans and a v-neck green tee.

“There’s one place in particular I want I bring you first…it’s a bit of a popular area, so there will probably be lots of people, but trust me, it’s worth it.” Oriana grinned.

She began leading them, and Zephyr shrugged at Beckett, following her.

“So, Zeph, I’m really sorry about yesterday.” She started.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to.” He replied shortly, and Beckett couldn’t help the chuckle that came out of his mouth. It felt amazing to have someone like Zeph on his side. Oriana’s missing out.

The whole thing seemed surreal. He and Oriana used to spend every minute together, but after not seeing her for so long, it felt a bit odd. And not in a bad way. But odd in a ‘I can’t believe how natural this still is’ kind of way. He’d lost everything, but somehow, after all these years, he was strolling through a large park with his best friend and the woman he loves more than anything else in the world, like it was the most common thing for him to be doing.

“Okay. Wow. I admit this is pretty cool.”

Beckett snapped back to attention, seeing they’d come to a stop on a large hill, looking down on a perfect view of the city. Oriana was beaming.

“I come here when I don’t want to feel alone. There’s lots of people, yet it’s still your own experience. And looking down at all that life…it makes me remember that I’m not actually done with mine. There are lots of people just like me, and I take comfort in that.”

“Not just like you.” Beckett muttered under his breath.

“Why do you find yourself feeling alone?” Zeph asked.

“I think everyone does, at one point or another.” She responded.

“What’s next?” Beckett piped in. He didn’t want to get into a conversation about being alone. He’s by himself far too often and wasn’t proud of it.

“The viaduct.” Oriana stated immediately. “You’re going to love it. Both of you.”

After another trek, the three friends approached a large pond, with a brick structure jutting out of the water. “The viaduct was supposed to be an entrance to an estate, but the estate was never built.” She explained.

“What a shame, it would be great space to own a home.” Beckett murmured to himself.

“Yes, well, the majority of the population disagreed.” Oriana countered. “And if it had been built, we wouldn’t be here today.”

Beckett furrowed his eyebrows, taking in her appearance. She seemed contemplated; lost in thought. He wanted to get inside her pretty head and see what she’s thinking. The three of them talked a bit more, though it felt a bit forced at times. Zeph filled Oriana in on everything he’s been up to since they last saw each other, and she was hanging onto every word of it. For the next hour or so, the small group continued walking aimlessly around, until coming to another pond, this one with a small dock leading out into the water. There were a few people swimming, and Zeph stopped short, eyes wide.

“Oh. My. God. I have always wanted to do this.”

“Do what….?” Beckett began to ask, but Zeph had already shoved his phone into his hands and taken off down the bank and onto the dock. He stared in horror as Zeph jumped off the end and into the water.

When he emerged, he pumped his fist into the air. “Woooooooo!”

“And now we have to get him out. What do you…” He trailed off again at the look of excitement in Oriana’s eyes.

“That looks like fun!” She grabbed Beckett’s hand. “We should do it!”

It took him a moment to compose himself from the strike of lightning that flew when their hands joined. “Ori, please, I’m not jumping into some pond I’ve never been to. I need to take samples and get them analyzed first, to make sure it’s safe.”

“There’s other people in the water. It’s a mixed swimming pond.”

“And maybe they’ll catch diphtheria.” He shrugged.

“You really forgot.” She spoke softly, dropping his hand.

“Forgot what?”

“How to be spontaneous.”

Before he could reply again, Oriana gave him her phone, and took off just like Zeph, leaping into the water, leaving him gaping behind her.

“Come on, Beckett!” Zeph laughed. “It feels great!”

Grumbling, Beckett walked down the dock. “You’re going to spend the rest of the day in wet clothes?”

“Well, you might have an easier time getting Oriana’s clothes off than you would mine.”

Beckett’s jaw dropped as he turned a deep crimson. “T-that’s preposterous, I wouldn’t…I mean, I couldn’t…”

“Why don’t you jump in and find out?” Oriana teased.

Suddenly feeling extremely hot, Beckett warred with himself. Something was most definitely different today. Did him knocking out Everett somehow loosen her up? Or maybe Zeph’s outburst did. Either way, as Zeph and Oriana raced around splashing each other and laughing, he set the phones down and began unbuttoning his shirt. He’d chosen a white button-down shirt with khakis today. He figured he wanted to look nice in case he ran into anyone important, but wanted to be comfortable bringing Zeph around the city.

Swallowing hard, he let his shirt flutter onto the wood. He was shaking in anticipation. He hasn’t done anything like this…well, since he was living with Oriana. He’d be stupid to let this opportunity go by. He felt Oriana’s eyes on him as he pushed his pants off next.

“Uh, it’s deep enough to jump in, right? I’m not going to land on some rocks?” He asked nervously, staring into the murky water.

“That’s all part of living dangerously, my friend! But the fact that Oriana and I didn’t scream in pain is probably a good indicator of what’s to come.” Zeph winked, nodding his head towards Oriana, who wasn’t saying anything…but her hazel eyes were still roving over his muscular body shamelessly.

Beckett dipped one toe into the water, willing himself to just jump. He met Oriana’s gaze as she cocked her head to the side.

“He’s going to wimp out. I’m heading over there; they’re playing some sort of game.” Zeph started swimming away as Oriana swam closer.

“What’s the matter, Beck? You sunburned already?”

“What?” He gasped, looking down at himself quickly. “I look perfectly normal, why…” He trailed off as she laughed.

“You might have forgot how to have fun, but I gotta say…making you blush is still so easy.”

Oh. Now he gets it. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at her. “I’m heading home. You two can come whenever.”

He reached down to collect his clothing, but suddenly Oriana was wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down into the water with a splash.

When he came back up to the surface, he was sputtering in shock at what just happened. “What the heck, Ori? I could have hit my head!”

“On what? Water?” She asked incredulously.

“You’re going to get it.” He growled and she shrieked, turning around and swimming further away from the dock, Beckett right on her heels. Finally, he caught her foot, forcing her to stop swimming and pulled her towards him, his arms holding her tightly, her lips just a breath away. She was still giggling, and it was so contagious; his grin must have been a mile wide. He felt like he’s been living someone else’s life and was finally coming back home after far too long. He forgot how lonely he’s been without her.

His eyes fell to her luscious lips, his heart pounding. God, he’s missed her. He’s missed everything about her; her smile, her warmth, her laugh…even her tears. She was his home, there was no question of that. He crushed her body into his and crashed their lips together. One of her arms snaked around his neck, while the other travelled to his ass, grinding their hips together.

“B…Beck…” She whimpered, and he groaned, feeling himself harden in an instant, all rational thought flying out the window. He needs her, needs to feel her, right here, and right now.

He unbuttoned her jeans and she gasped as his hand slipped in and beneath the waistband of her panties. She was trembling, forehead resting on his, no longer kissing him, but lost in his eyes, still clutching him for dear life. Before he dared to go further on his own, her fingernails dug into his back intensely; her breathing became erratic…and he knew exactly what that meant. It was one of her tells.

“Yesss…” Her voice was quiet and breathy as his fingers lightly reached her center, stroking once along her folds.

But they sprang apart when a loud whistle came from the shore, the lifeguard yelling something to another swimmer. And then Zeph reappeared.

“Isn’t this so much fun? I think I should move here, too. How kick-ass would that be? You’ll give me a job, right Bucket?”

“Uh…yeah, sure…” Beckett said sheepishly, feeling scrutinized under his gaze, his cheeks dusted pink.

“Did…I…did I interrupt something?”

“No!” Both he and Oriana cried in unison.

Zeph stared at them and Oriana shifted even further away. “Um, there’s a pub nearby, we could…”

“Your clothes are soaked.” Beckett reminded.

“Oh, right…my…clothes…that are still on…because they weren’t taken off.”

He rose an eyebrow. “I did try to warn you about that.”

“I definitely interrupted something.” Zeph was still staring.

“You interrupted nothing.” Beckett muttered, turning around and heading back to the dock. Pulling himself out of the water, he grabbed their belongings and walked off into the grass. He couldn’t believe that just happened. They were having so much fun; it was just like old times. And then making out and fondling her in a public area, like they were the only two people there…his eyes darted to where she and Zeph were getting out of the water, chatting amicably.

How can she act like nothing happened right now? How can she act like he wasn’t touching her intimately? God, why did he do that? She’s an engaged woman. Her heart belongs to someone else. According to her, anyway, even though it was completely obvious she didn’t want Everett at all. She was shivering when she approached.

“Cold?” He asked, avoiding her gaze.

“Just a bit.” She replied shakily. I think I’d like dry clothes now.”

Beckett nodded. “We can take you home first.”

“No, that’s okay, I have a few outfits in your penthouse.” Her eyes widened, like she didn’t mean to say that.

“Why do you have clothes in his penthouse?” Zeph mused.

“Well, Beck said we’d have some late nights, so I just wanted to make sure I had something clean there. To, you know, stay presentable.”

“Where are they?” Beckett asked. This was news to him. It’s not like she’s been there a ton so far.

Oriana shrugged. “They would have been delivered yesterday, so, probably in one of the unopened boxes.

“That’s verrry interesting. Hear that Beckett? She decided to keep a change of clothes at your house. You didn’t know?” Zeph asked slyly.

He shook his head. He hadn’t had a clue she had clothes there. He wondered what else he’d end up finding in his penthouse that he hadn’t discovered yet.

“Well, Oriana, you apparently still have the best clothes, so I’m excited to see the little numbers you keep at Beckett’s. You know, maybe this home office was a really good decision. I admit I had my doubts but…sounds like a pretty sweet deal. Do you stay over often, Oriana? I wasn’t offered a second bed…”

Beckett felt the tips of his ears burning.

Oriana started coughing as though she’d swallowed wrong, and you couldn’t wipe the shit-eating grin off Zeph’s face if you tried.

“Yup. I definitely interrupted something.”

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Two Lost Souls -ch.15

The Elementalists au

Beckett x Oriana

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Series Warnings: Will contain NSFW content. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Physical, Emotional, Sexual, and Domestic Abuse. Death. Rape, Violence, Manipulation, Drug Abuse, and lots and lots of Angst.

Chapter Warning: Rape

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Previously on Secret Studies:

“If we can survive all this, Beckett…I think we can survive anything. I don’t think I could ever be happy without you.” Oriana told him softly.

“I know I couldn’t.” He returned. “I’d probably turn into a miserable prick…I think I knew right away that you were the one for me. We’re like pieces of the same puzzle, but there were a couple pieces missing from it. The moment we came together, I think my soul recognized yours, and the puzzle was suddenly complete. And as long as we’re together…we’ll never be lost”

Oriana’s POV

Oriana sat nervously in a booth with Everett, Beckett, and Zeph. She kept fidgeting. Everett had been less than displeased to be going out with everyone tonight, and he’d screamed at her on the phone. She didn’t know what was going to happen with him and Beckett in the same room. Not even the same room but sitting across from each other at a booth in a restaurant. His hand was gripping her thigh possessively.

“Wow, Everett, you’ve really come into yourself.” Zeph was saying. “What do you do now?”

“I’m a coach at a school near here. Sports are life.” He replied shortly.

“I see…” Zeph trailed off, and quiet awkwardness resumed around the table.

“It was quite a surprise when Oriana called me and asked me to come to a little reunion with you. We weren’t exactly friends. I’m still not overly sure why I’m here.”

“Zeph just thought it would be fun, you know, to reminisce about our college days.” Oriana explained.

“Why?” Everett asked skeptically.

“Why not?” Zeph shrugged. “I haven’t seen Oriana in forever…and since she’s engaged to you, I thought it would be great to catch up. Any friend of Oriana’s is a friend of mine.”

“Is that right.” Everett responded with a sneer. “Well then, friend, you got here earlier today?”

“Yep! This morning…well, afternoon here. I’m not used to the time zone change so I’m all confused right now.” Zeph laughed, but the laughter soon faded as Everett stared at him. He cleared his throat. “I won’t be here long. A few days at most.”

“Shouldn’t you have come on a Friday then? The work week starts again tomorrow. Oriana can’t be out late.”

“She’s a big girl, I’m sure she’ll make it to work on time.” Beckett jumped in.

Everett’s grip tightened on her thigh. “That depends. She’s a wild one, you know. Can’t keep her hands off me, right babe?”

She stared down at the table, not wanting to answer.

“Right, Babe?”

She winced when she felt his nails sink into her skin. “Um, well, you know what they say. Happy wife, happy life.”

Everett grabbed her and planted a long and hard kiss on her lips, moving his hand further up her skin. He’d insisted she wear a skirt tonight, and she was beginning to understand why, though the thought of it horrified her. She’d gone home in between the penthouse and coming to the pub in an effort to smooth things over first, and Everett had already staked his claim on her right before they came. She suspected that wouldn’t be the last time tonight. She was learning to just let him do whatever he wants without fighting it. It would be over much quicker that way. His fingers brushed across the cotton fabric of her panties and she gasped when he slipped a finger underneath it, rubbing her core ever so softly, so it didn’t look like he was doing anything. He winked at her before turning his head forward again but increased the pressure on her clit and she let out a strangled groan when she felt his finger dive deep inside her. He wasn’t doing this because he thought it was fun and exciting, no, he was fingering her because he wanted to get her off in front of Beckett. And she knew he didn’t give a crap about Zephyr.

Another finger thrust in and she tried to stand quickly. “I…I have to go to the bathroom.”

It had the affect she wanted. Everett immediately withdrew and slid out of the booth. “I’ll walk you.”

Except for that. “It’s really not…”

“I said I’ll walk you. We’ll be back, boys.” He guided her away from the table and towards the bathrooms, her heart was pounding the entire way and she yelped when he pushed her into the men’s room and into a stall.

“Do you know how irresistible you are tonight.” He murmured, nibbling on her ear while his hand reached back to her center. “Mmmm so wet. I hope it’s me getting you soaked and not your boy toy over there.”

“Of cour…”

“There’s only one way to guarantee it.” He said darkly, unbuttoning his pants. He was spinning her around and pressing her to the cold metal wall and kicking her legs open. He chuckled directly in her ear, his breath hot against her skin and making her cringe. “Maybe I should have him come in and watch me have my way with you. I think he’d like that, and I bet it would make you get off quickly.”

“Stop before someone comes in, you’ve made your point.” She whispered frantically, panic spreading throughout her body. He can’t seriously be doing this right now. Not here. Not in public. Not where Beckett and Zeph were mere feet away.

She couldn’t help the small cry that escaped her when he entered. He grasped her hips, burying himself inside her aggressively. She held her breath as best she could to not make a sound as he pounded in and out, finishing in minutes.

“Damn baby, that was so good.” He rasped, panting heavily.

She didn’t say a word, just lowered her head in shame. Is this really what her life has come to? Her mind flashed to the discussion she’d had earlier that day with Beckett.

She shrugged. “I mean, sometimes, he’s in the mood for things, and I’m not. But it’s not his fault that he has to pin me down lately, I just can’t…”

“Pin you down? Are you telling me he forces himself on you?” Beckett asked incredulously.

“No! No, just…he’s the type to take what he wants, and it doesn’t matter if I’m not…into it.” She looked away again.

Anger flashed in his eyes. “Ori, that’s called rape. He’s raping you. I’m guessing a lot more than just once.”

She grimaced as she felt a soft kiss on her shoulder. “If you don’t want them to figure out what we’ve been doing in here, you better clean up fast and put a smile on your pretty face again. At least pretend you enjoy sex for once.”

She nodded, her voice failing her.

“Oh come on, Ori, it’s not like you’ve never had sex in public before. I thought it was quite exciting.”

She grabbed toilet paper and began cleaning the evidence of his orgasm off her legs. “Stop calling me Ori. And how am I supposed to go out there and act like you weren’t just fucking me?” She snapped, getting angry.

He shrugged as he zipped his pants back up. “I’ll call you what I want, and I really don’t care if they know that we have a sexually active relationship. In fact, I don’t see a reason to hide it.”

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Dare to do what?” He asked innocently. “You brought this on yourself, I would have been happy getting you off under the table, right in front of their noses. You can’t pretend you didn’t want my dick instead. Why else would you beeline for the bathroom? You can’t tell me the risk of getting caught in public doesn’t excite you.”

“Who are you?” She asked, her voice barely audible.

Everett stood tall. “For the hundredth time, I’m your fiancé. And it’s high time you start acting like it.”

Beckett’s POV

“What do you think they’re doing back there?” Zeph asked nervously. “I doubt she needed help finding the bathroom.

Beckett’s heart was thumping wildly. He had a feeling he knew exactly what was going on…but he didn’t want to be right. He hopes Everett isn’t that evil to rape her in a public bathroom.

“Finally. You guys took forever!” Zeph said brightly.

Glancing up, Beckett realized that Oriana and Everett had returned.

“Sorry. Gets so uh…complicated…back there.”

She wasn’t looking him in the eye, and hurt sank into the pit of his stomach. He doesn’t understand what was happening. Why doesn’t he know she’s getting hurt? Why can’t he stop it before it happens? They shouldn’t have come out tonight. This was all his fault. He always manages to make her life worse. The harsh reality is hitting him like a freight train. He was the cause of everything. In school, she never would have been attacked if they weren’t dating. If they never dated, then they wouldn’t have lost a child. And she certainly wouldn’t be in the type of relationship she is now. There were so many signs that he should have left her alone, and he chose to ignore all of them.

“So, what did we miss?” Everett asked. “Sorry we took so long. My fiancé is insatiable, like I said before. I didn’t want her to jerk me off at the table so…” He shrugged, looking at them smugly.

Zephyr furrowed his eyebrows. “You were…”

“Yeah.” Everett laughed. “She’s always ready for dick, anytime, anywhere. But I supposed you already know that…well, at least you, Beckett.” He winked and Beckett’s blood boiled.

He tried to catch Oriana’s eyes, but she still wouldn’t look in his direction. She looked at Zeph, at Everett, and the table and chairs…but not at him. Everywhere but at him.

“Wow, so, I guess you have a pretty…active…relationship, then.” Zeph stated, glancing at Beckett before turning back to Oriana. “I guess I can’t say I’m surprised. Rett, did you know how often these two went at it in school? They’d disappear for days on end and then could barely walk for a few more days after that.”

He howled in laughter as a blush crept up Beckett’s neck. Everett, however, was giving him the death stare.

“About that…you did a terrible job teaching her about sex, Beckett. She was so sloppy when we first began. I had to teach her everything all over again. And our sex life couldn’t be better for it.” He smirked as he wrapped his arm around Oriana’s shoulders, hugging her close. “She knows exactly what to do to please me, right babe? Not even just that, but when I went down on her the first time and gave her the experience of a real orgasm…she couldn’t even speak she was so breathless! I can’t believe you never got her off. What a waste of time for both of you. Honestly, you should be embarrassed, I know she was.”

Beckett’s hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his skin. “I have a feeling she doesn’t enjoy everything you do.” He gritted out.

“Feel whatever you want, I don’t care. It’s a little too late for you to start caring about her again, don’t you think?”

“Ev…” Oriana tried to interrupt, but Everett just continued.

“Look, I mean this in the nicest way possible, I really do, but there really isn’t a nice way to put it, so I’m just going to come out and say it. What Oriana and I do behind closed doors is none of your business. I ran into her four years after she left you, Beckett, and she was still ruined. I was the one who picked her up and pieced her back together. I was the one holding her, and I still am.”

He leaned forward, his tone turning menacing. “Do you really expect me to believe that in four years, you, a Harrington, couldn’t find her? Your family is richer than mine, and I’m pretty sure that would make your resources unlimited to find someone who has the exact same name they always did. I, however, ran into her on the street. No resources needed. But I doubt it would have been hard to figure out where she was, and it’s been three more years since then. Clearly you don’t give a shit about her.”

Zeph scoffed. “That’s not…”

“And as for you, Zephyr Hernandez, weren’t you her best friend in school? I know you’re not exactly well-off, but how could your friend just up and leave without saying goodbye? She must not have thought too highly of you, especially since you gave up on finding her pretty quickly as well.”

Everett leaned back in the booth with a look of triumph. “Obviously, she didn’t want either of you in her life. So, how dare you show up here, buy the company she was employed by, and force her to work for you? And then bring this idiot around? I’ve had to comfort her every night, she’s so distraught again. She’d moved on. And then you two come along and devastate her again. All the years of therapy she had to endure before letting herself be even remotely happy has now gone to waste. Congratulations on fucking up her life again.”

“I’ve seen bruises on her.” Beckett retorted angrily. I don’t think those make her happy.”

“Wait, what?” Zeph asked, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Shit. He hadn’t told Zeph everything, yet it was unfolding in front of his eyes.

“So what? She’s clumsy. And any type of bruise she gets now pales in comparison to the wounds that you, Beckett, inflicted on her soul in the first place. You have the audacity to sit here and question my motives for loving her and wanting to marry her? I’m the one who made her whole. Not you. Neither of you have been there for her in seven years. You don’t deserve to be back in her life. I’m not going to let you destroy her again.”

Beckett looked at Oriana, who was gaping at Everett, a strange expression on her face. “He…he’s right.” She finally turned her head to meet his metallic eyes.

He immediately knew where this was going. How the hell did this happen?

“Everett’s right. I was doing fine before you showed up. We had a good thing going. But you picked the worst possible moment to reenter my life, didn’t you? You must have known I was here. I’m not falling for this; Everett has helped me so much. I owe him everything that I am.”

“Oriana, you can’t be serious!” Zeph exclaimed. “He’s not good for you! He dragged you away to have sex with you in a bathroom? Public bathrooms are gross and you deserve better.”

“He didn’t ‘drag’ me.” Oriana snapped. “And you’re just jealous that I’m doing great without you.”

Beckett felt like his heart was getting trampled. She can’t possibly be serious. Not after their kiss. Not after their talk. His breathing was becoming shallow, so he forced himself to take a few deep breaths before responding.

“Oriana, you know he’s lying, don’t let him manipulate you.”

Everett jeered. “How am I lying? You’re upset that I’m right. You weren’t here. You gave her no reason to go back to you. You didn’t bother to look for her. Nobody did. Even when her parents were in an accident, you still didn’t reach out. So tell me, which part did I get wrong?”

Beckett was trembling in anger. This wasn’t going the way he planned. It wasn’t going the way it was supposed to. Everett is a better adversary than originally expected. No wonder Oriana goes back and forth so much. Anything Beckett tells her; Everett seems to be able to negate it flawlessly. Hell, if he were Oriana, he might believe the jerk, too.

This isn’t going to be easy. And maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe she really is better off. But no, that can’t be right. They were always stronger together. Damn it, how is Everett getting in his head already? If she’s unfazed by whatever he just did, that means she’s getting used to it…maybe even accepting it. That’s a dangerous road, one that’s hard to get off of.

“Beckett! Do something!” Zeph was nudging him frantically.

It took him a moment to realize that Everett and Oriana had stood up and were no longer there.

He was on his feet and running out the door without another thought. A car was pulling up, but Beckett was able to grab Everett’s arm. In a second he went limp and Beckett caught him before he fell.

“What did you do??” Oriana shrieked.

“I’m not letting him hurt you more than he already has tonight, is what I’m doing. I can’t believe he got away with that again when I was right there. He’s sleeping. He’ll be out for at least twelve hours, and he’ll have no idea what happened.��

“You put a sleeping spell on him??” She gasped.

“I most certainly did. And he’s getting off way too easy. I thought it was odd you went and changed into a skirt, but now I get it. He fucking made you, didn’t he? I knew I shouldn’t have let you go home first! I can’t believe what he just did in there, and I especially can’t believe that you’re okay with it. It is not okay!!”

“First of all, you don’t ‘let me’ do anything. I am not yours! And second, this doesn’t concern you, Beckett!”

“Anything that has to do with you definitely concerns me!”

She threw her arms up in exasperation. “How am I supposed to get him home and into our flat? I can’t carry him, stupid.”

“Good thing Zeph and I are coming with you.”

“Oh no. No, you’re not. I’ll figure it out.”

“Wow, Beckster, that must have been a powerful spell. Good thinking.” Zephyr walked up beside them as Beckett shoved a snoring Everett into the backseat of the car.

“Ah, yes, the powerful spell of too much alcohol.” Beckett supplied, eyeing the driver. “At least he’s not alone. Good thing he has us, right Ori?”

“I, um…right. Yeah. Good thing.” She agreed wearily as they piled into the car. Beckett made sure he sat between her and the sleeping asshole. There’s no way he’s letting them be next to each other, even if it was perfectly safe at the moment.

After a short drive, they arrived at their destination. Beckett and Zephyr carefully got Everett and carried him to the building Oriana was entering. He was nervous as all hell. He’s never seen her place before. What’s it like? Will he recognize anything? It was like getting a peek of her life.

Oriana was finally unlocking a door, and Beckett barely even remembered getting here; he’d been so lost in thought. There was an overwhelming sensation troubling him. This was his wife’s home. A place she swears she’s happy in, and he somehow needs to convince her to leave it, fast. She can lie to herself all she wants, but she can’t lie to him. Everett’s a greater threat than he’d imagined. If he can get away with abusing her anywhere he wants, while still being able to convince her that he’s a good man while he’s doing it…Beckett needs to get her out before it’s too late, and he loses her all over again…maybe forever.

He’s realizing there’s a reason they were brought together at this specific moment in time. She can’t do everything by herself, not with that smooth talker. Maybe Oriana was right, and he used to be good. But something in him clearly snapped when Beckett arrived. A person can hide their true nature, but eventually it always comes out. This would have happened eventually, when Beckett wasn’t around. It might not be shadow beasts this time, but the peril is still very real.

He needs to help save her.

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Consequences: Chapter 12

Words: 2813

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content. Also English isn't my native language so sorry for any mistakes I make.

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Beckett Harrington x TE MC (Maeve)

Cole Harrington x Liza Harrington

**Warnings: unplanned pregnancy**

Beckett stood still, leaning against the cold wall, his heart pounded as if trying to jump out of his chest. He could feel how his head began to spin, and his vision blurred, while his breathing became erratic. Quickly he leaned on the sink, grabbing the edges firmly with both hands, his knuckles becoming white from the force with which he was gripping on to it. Taking a few calming breathes, he raised his eyes, meeting their reflection in the mirror, his hair tousled, his eyes widened, and his face flushed. Turning on the tap, he splashed his face with the cold water, trying to calm down from the discovery he was still holding in his hands. He looked at the test, trying to think clearly, not letting emotions take over, not letting himself loose control.

Shit... he thought, splashing cold water over his face again, letting it run down his muscular chest, disappearing behind the waistband of his pants. Can this baby be mine? But she--- she told me that this isn’t possible as days weren’t right--- that chances were too small to get pregnant. Can this be this moron, who tried to take advantage of her during the party? Even a fleeting thought of this moron made his blood boil with rage. He knew that type of guys, unfortunately too well to know that he would never take responsibility for the child unless--- unless he needed something from the girl. And he was sure, that Maeve could hardly offer anything that could potentially interest this jerk. What could mean, only one thing, that he would want nothing to do with her or her child. He groaned with anger punching his fists against the wall on both sides of the mirror, feeling the pain shot through his hands, but ignoring it. The memory of his sister and the jerk who made her pregnant occupied his thought, making his gaze clouded.

“Kat? What are you doing here?” asked Beckett, watching his sister on the porch of their family’s mansion with a suitcase and a four years old child on her arms.

“I... Guy filled papers for divorce and threw me out of the house with Lydia, so I--- I just don’t know where else to go. Is mother home?” she asked weakly, swallowing the tears that ran down her face.

“Yes, she... she is in the cabinet. Come in, I can watch Lydia while you will speak with mother,” Beckett suggested, taking the little girl from his sister’s hands and putting her on the floor. Taking her hand carefully, he guiding her further into the hall, turning around to look after Kat, which disappeared behind the huge oak doors.

It took some time before Katrina finally walked out the door, her shoulders fell in defeat. Beckett raised his head, watching their mother walking behind her with the steel look in her eyes, without spare him even a single glance. Stopping just for a second to give an order to security guy whom she called earlier while in her office.

“Make sure, that these two would never cross through the threshold of the premises, and call everyone to gather here, I have an announcement to make,” Mrs. Harrington said in an unemotional voice before turning to Katrina who was now cradling next to Lydia, picking her up. Her face was puffy from tears that stopped flowing from her big eyes that matched Beckett’s and hold the depth as his. A huge red mark was visible across her cheek. Beckett carefully reached toward her hand, placing his on top of hers to get her attention a silent question deep in his eyes. She shook her head as if letting him know, that he shouldn't ask a question he wanted to ask, a silent conversation passing between them until their mother spoke.

“Beckett, leave her...,” she instructed, not even looking at him, her eyes focus on all servants that started to gather in the lobby. Her voice loud and clear thundered through it, making everyone's blood curl up with fear, knowing that Mrs. Harrington is serious. “From now on, I forbade you or anyone else in that household to have any contact with this woman and her bastard. She caused that on herself, so now, until she will learn her place, she is no one. If I will find out that anyone helped her in any way, this person will be punished. Is that clear?” she roared, looking at everyone, watching them nod their heads, too frightened to say anything against the woman in front of them. “Beckett...,” she requested, still no sparing him a glance. “Yes, mam,” he hissed, looking at his sister and at her kid, who were sitting on the floor, both looking hurt. Small girl watching at him with her silver eyes filled with tears, her world crashing around her within one day, too young to understand why everyone turned their backs to them.

Beckett could feel how his heart got filled with rage and hatred to the woman who called herself their mother, to the woman who was the reason why Katrina ended like that. Not sure yet why Guy has finally filed papers for divorce, the only thing he knew for sure, that even that, was on their mother’s order. He sighed heavily, his heart broke and bleeding for his sister and this little kid in front of him who have watched him with these big silver eyes hoping that he will somehow protect them, not letting for their world to fall apart. This look in the child’s eyes filled him with determination, and he softly smiled at her picking her up in the air before helping Katrina to get on her feet.

Looking around, he noticed that they finally were left alone, whispering to Katrina to wait for him at their grandma's, the only place where they both felt safe and loved. Making sure that Kat and Lydia left safely, he ran upstairs taking out all his savings, his heart thundering, full of determination that whatever would happen next, he will never let his sister down. Hoping that this money will be enough for her to start an independent life, somewhere far away from their mother, somewhere where no one will be able to find them. Somewhere where she will find happiness.

With great effort, he shook himself from the memory, his thoughts returning to the present, and his eyes darkened from the single thought that another man like Guy could hurt another girl who was naive and stupid. Or who was used--- His hands curling into fists, and he looked into the mirror, the decision forming in his mind almost immediately, his face full of determination.

I need to do something. I need at least be here for her and make sure she will not get hurt. No one should get hurt the way my sister was--- and if I can do a damn thing about it, I will.

Taking a quick shower Beckett went to check on Maeve, once again softly tapping at the door. He waited for a moment longer, trying to clear his thoughts before finally entering her room. He noticed that she didn't change her position still lying curled up on the edge of the bed, her hands covering protectively her yet flat stomach, and her eyes were closed. The throw blanket slipped slightly from her body during her sleep. Trying to not wake her up, he came closer, carefully pulling up the blanket before turning around, throwing a last glance at her, not able to tear his eyes away. His heart skipping a beat when she sighed quietly in her sleep, wanting nothing more than to stay there and watch her sleep, making sure she wouldn't be alone when she would wake up. But he knew that he shouldn’t, at least not yet. Finally, with great effort, he looked away and exited the room.

After hours have passed, and the evening began to draw near, he started to worry. He came to check on Maeve more than once during the day, adjusting the blanket with which she was covered and making another cup of tea after the first one got cold. But every time he checked on her, she was still asleep as if exhaustion and reality were too much for her to handle. Getting down to the kitchen after another round to her room, he leaned on the counter with a heavy exhausted sigh, listening carefully to the smallest sounds that would come from Maeve’s room, but everything was still dead silent.

It was already past ten pm when he felt how his stomach started to rumble as if reminding him that since this morning he didn’t have a single bite in his mouth. His brows slightly furrowing when it occurred to him that Maeve probably was as hungry as him and still deep asleep in her room. The single thought of her made his heart flutter and an image of a blonde girl with eyes of a forest, protectively cradling her belly in her sleep, emerged in front of his eyes, making his stomach somersault inside of him. He never felt like that for anyone before, except... he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching, while a pain struck his heart. The pain he didn’t felt in years coming back as if never leaving him as if he never promised himself not to think about it, not to remember that only time when he lowered his guards just for his heart to be ripped apart. Shaking his head as if trying to shook the memory away, he thought about Maeve and hunger they probably both felt. Quickly he opened the fridge looking at what they had in there, just now realizing that he had not the slightest idea, what pregnant woman should eat or what she shouldn’t. The worry line cut his forehead when he thought about accidentally do something wrong and by that hurting Maeve or her unborn baby.

Throwing a glance at his watch, he checked the time before dialing the only person’s number apart of his sister’s, that he knew may help him. He took a deep breath when he heard a signal coming through his phone, knowing that this would be the quickest and most accurate way to get the information than to browse through hundreds of internet pages looking for recipes. Thinking that he will explain later why he needed that information. After a moment the sound of gruffly a little bit out of breath voice came through the dynamic.

“Harrington, be quick. Or pray to God, I won’t go all the way to you to kill you or stuff the phone up your ass,” answered the man’s voice from the other side, making Beckett smirk.

“Dear cousin, I’m happy to hear you too, and send my greetings to your lovely wife, who found your threats amusing by the sound of it," said Beckett, listening to the soft giggles through the dynamic.

“Beckett, I’m serious,” growled the young man.

“Did I interrupted something?” Beckett asked, leaning on the counter with his back.

He met his cousin just a couple of years back when their grandma died. He came to the funereal only to be accused by Beckett's mother that he wants only her inheritance. Trying to bribe him to waive all claims, trying to threaten him. But instead, he just smirked at her, ignoring her for the rest of the evening. Surprisingly but Beckett and he immediately got along. It helped that by the time of their first meeting, they both loathed Beckett’s mother and the fact that they both had trust issues. Trusting only a couple of people who were close to them, but still not letting anyone get too close. Although Cole had at least one person who was closer to him than anyone ever got, and who owned his heart unconditionally. This person was Liza. His everything. Something, that Beckett would never have... He was torn back from his memory with a threatening but at the same time concerned voice coming from the other end.

“Beckett...”

“Cole, sorry I zoned out, but I need your help or... or Liza’s,” said Beckett with a sigh. He was silent for a moment before asking the question that was on his mind, hoping that this will not reach his mother or anyone they both knew. “What can a pregnant woman eat? What food is recommended, what to avoid and what is healthy,” he quickly rumbled through the phone, holding his breath after that. He could literally hear how the wheels in his cousin’s head were turning, working out why all these questions, and what Beckett is up to or have done.

“Beckett, did you make someone pregnant,” carefully asked Cole, feeling the warm hand of his wife running up and down his chest, trying to ignore the desire that boiled his blood every time she did that. He gently took her hand with his and squeezed it as if letting her know that this isn’t the best time. Not when his cousin seems to make someone pregnant.

“No... I... I didn’t,” breathed Beckett, hoping that Cole didn’t catch the stuttering in his voice before continuing to speak. “I didn’t,” he said more confidently. “But someone may... and I’m sure as hell this prick will not take responsibility. He is one of these guys who only use them... I feel sorry for her, so please don’t laugh, and not give me a damn speech that it is not my business. I know it... but I also know that she has no one to turn to, and if I can at least make her something to eat, as she didn’t eat from the morning I need to do that. Cole... please."

“ ‘Key,” simply said Cole, not a single note of judgment in his voice. He quickly listed everything that Liza craved at the beginning, and what food would be good for the girl or what to avoid. Liza chimed in after Cole stopped talking, listing recipes that are healthy and tasty. The ones that both could equally enjoy.

“Thank you,” Beckett finally said, writing down everything that was said. “I really am grateful,” he added after a moment.

“No problem, but Harrington, if you will interrupt us again, I will not hesitate to come all the way down there and shove that phone up to your arse. Understood?”

“Clear as day,” smirked Beckett, ready to end the call before his cousin's voice sounded again.

“Have fun with whoever this mysterious pregnant girl is,” smugly said Cole before hanging up the phone, not giving Beckett time for a reply.

Beckett looked at his phone with a mix of annoyance and amusement at his cousin for his last remark. Mumbling under his breath that he isn't planning to have any fun with a girl before moving to the fridge and starting to look for ingredients for the dinner. Something that they both would enjoy.

After an hour of preparation, he was finally finished and looked satisfyingly at the tray in front of him. He had put a big plate of beetroot risotto with feta and peas, and a bawl of fresh fruit salad with various colored fruits that were cut neatly into small pieces. He also made sure to put a new cup with his grandmother's herbal tea and the jug of orange juice with a glass. Everything looked nice and colorful on a big tray with a couple of red napkins and cutlery to use. After making sure he didn't forget anything, he made his way upstairs, taking a deep breath before entering the room. His gaze softened when he saw Maeve still laid curled up on the bed. Her breathing even and her hand gently placed over her belly as if protecting her unborn child from anything that will come their way. He quietly went further into the room, closing the door behind. Sitting on the edge of her bed Beckett leaned closer to her, inhaling a sweet lavender scent that made his head spin.

“Hey, wake up,” he whispered softly into her ear, brushing away a strand of her hair with a free hand, while the other was holding the tray firmly. His hand moving to her forearm, shaking her slightly. “You need to eat something,” he said, watching her stir in her sleep. She blinked in confusion as if trying to understand where she is before turning her head to the side, meeting Beckett's piercing gaze and their lips almost touching due to her movement. Both simultaneously feeling how their breaths hitched, and Maeve's eyes flew wide open.

“What are you doing here?” exclaimed Maeve, bolting up and almost knocking out the tray with a dinner from Beckett's hand. Her body tensing, and her eyes narrowed.

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20 Seconds of Courage -Part 18

The Elementalists au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

Words:1729

Series Master List

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Warnings: Discussion of assault, difficult workplace situations (not entirely sure what to classify it as.)

Several days had passed since Jason had attempted to assault Oriana. She wasn’t leaving Beckett’s side. Anytime she did, something always seemed to go wrong, and she didn’t want things to get worse than they already are. She and Beckett were doing well, sharing lots of cuddles and kisses, and today they were headed into the office to talk to both Alex and Michael about the project. Oriana didn’t want anything to do with it anymore, even though Jason had been fired, again. Beckett had made sure of that. He’d also been calling his connections, and getting the word out about him, and that he cannot be trusted. Jason was going to have a very difficult time getting a job.

Sitting nervously in a conference room, Oriana sat right beside her boyfriend, lacing her fingers with his. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking around. The last time she was in here, she couldn’t even remember. Beckett had told her everything they did in here, with her on the table and him on his knees. It was so sexy, and Oriana was actually extremely pissed she couldn’t remember that part. Why can’t she just remember the good?

“It’s okay, Ori.” Beckett murmured in her ear. “We’ll hear them out, and we’ll tell them our decision after.”

She turned her head to look at him. “Beck, you can always stay on, you don’t have to do or not do anything on my account.”

He chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t you know by now, that everything I do, I’m doing for you?”

She felt a blush rise into her cheeks. He was so good with her. So kind, so sweet. Yet he can also be demanding about what he wanted. She loved that about him. There were several sides to this man she was in love with, and she was madly in love with all of them.

“Oriana, Beckett, it’s good to see you both.” Alex walked into the conference room with Michael right on his heels.

“How are you doing?” Michael asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine.” Oriana stated. “Thanks for asking.”

The two men took seats opposite Beckett and Oriana. Michael spoke first. “Words can’t even describe how I’m feeling towards Jason right now. I’m horrified by these allegations, really, and if there’s anything that myself and Adams Industries can do to make it up to you, please, by all means ask.”

“I don’t think there’s much you can do.” Oriana told him politely. “Beckett and I called this meeting to go over our current project with your company. I’ve thought a lot about this, and I’ve talked it over with Beckett…and I feel I need to be taken off the account.”

“We weren’t sure if you were planning on continuing with Jason, but I feel strongly that Oriana shouldn’t be associated with it any longer. And as her safety is my top concern, I’m afraid I also need to be taken off the project. It’s not something either of us are comfortable with at this time.” Beckett finished, giving Oriana’s hand a squeeze.

Michael’s face immediately turned to stone, and it was as if they were looking at a completely different person. “I’m sorry to hear that. However, we do have a contract with this company, and that includes the two of you in particular. One of you must remain on this project. If you don’t do this, we will be forced to take legal action.” Michael said it without emotion, there was nothing in his eyes. So much for being sorry about what happened.

“Are you kidding?” Beckett asked angrily. “Your colleague drugged her and would have assaulted her if I hadn’t stopped it. And you expect us to continue working with your company? You could all be rapists for all we know.”

“Beckett.” Alex’s voice cut through the air. “I have been in lengthy conversations all week about this, and unfortunately Michael is correct. We’re in a legally binding contract for this.”

“You can’t seriously expect us to…”

“I do, actually. I expect you to put aside emotion and do your jobs."

Michael interrupted him. "There is no physical proof that Jason did anything wrong, nothing happened on company property, and yet he was still fired, mainly to appease you. Or was it you, Beckett, that made sure of that? There is no reason why you can’t continue with this. The problem has been taken care of.”

Beckett glanced at Oriana, whose face was white. He sighed. “Okay…I’ll continue, but she won’t. You said only one of us needs to remain. Assign someone else if you must. There’s not a whole lot left anyway.”

“No.” Michael said. “Oriana has been on this project since conception. She was specifically requested from the beginning. And actually, Mr. Harrington, you’ve been inserting yourself into all kinds of situations you shouldn’t, even become aggressive when unprovoked. I have recommended to my boss, and he agrees, that you will no longer be associated with Adams Industries. Oriana will take over the project alone.”

“You can’t be…”

“It’s true, Beckett. Oriana will head the remainder of this project now. And you will no longer work with her in any capacity. You will empty your joint office of your things and go back to your standard cubicle. Inter-office relationships are officially prohibited as of today.”

“Alex, please.” Oriana’s voice was barely a whisper. “I thought you’d be more understanding. You know what I went through…”

There was a cold laugh. “Once again, there’s no evidence that Jason had anything to do with it. At this time, we can only assume you drugged yourself, in hopes he would do something inappropriate that you could use against him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone did that to their betters. Regardless, Mr. Mulvaney is no longer with the company, so he is no longer a factor.” Michael stood from the table, the kind looking and concerned man who had entered the room was no longer present. Instead, a cold, steely, unfeeling man was in his place.

“That’s our condition. If it’s not followed, then we’ll see you all in court.” He left room, not sparing another glance at the three people still sitting at the table.

“What just happened?” Oriana asked, her voice rising. “Alex. You know me, you know I’d never…”

“Yes, I do. I know you wouldn’t make it up, or do something so insane you could have died just to get someone away from you. That being said, my hands are tied on the matter. Mr. Harrington, you have until the end of the day to get set back up in your old space. There is no more relationship between you two, professionally or other inside this office. Whatever you do in your own time…don’t bring it here.”

Alex stood and strode to the door, pausing. “I’m truly sorry things went this way. I honestly didn’t expect Adams Industries to give us such a hard time. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have either of you working on this anymore. In fact, I would sever ties completely. However, our legal team has told me it’s not possible without serious consequence. The project is almost over. You’ll be done in no time.”

He left the room, shutting the door behind him, as if he knew they would need time to digest what just went on.

Oriana’s eyes brimmed with tears, and she buried herself into Beckett. He held her tightly, rubbing slow circles on her back while her tears spilled over.

“How can I do this by myself?” She sobbed. “God, I really do have to quit.”

“Ori, remember, quitting means Jason wins, and…”

“Oh cut the crap, Beckett. I can’t do this without you.”

“You still have me.” He told her gently. “We live together, remember? I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. If nothing else, we have each other.”

Oriana scoffed. “He just banned our relationship. We’re not even going to be able to talk during the day. And like it or not, most of our time is spent here. At most we’ll have only a couple hours a day together.”

Beckett just held her tighter. “We’ll figure it out. I’m not letting you go. I’ll just…find another way to ensure your safety. I’ll hire a bodyguard.”

She shook her head, pulling back. “I’m done here, Beckett. He can’t sue me personally, just the company. And there’s insurance for that. Alex will be pissed, but…I’m not doing this anymore. I never should have come back the first time.”

“But then you wouldn’t have gotten to know me.”

Oriana placed her hand on his cheek. “Of course I would have. I don’t believe for one second that you would have given up that easily. You stole my phone number, remember? Searched five bars before you got to the right one. Put me on your permanent guest list when all we had done was kiss. We’d still be together, I’m sure of it.”

Beckett couldn’t help but smile at her words.

“I love you, Beck, so incredibly much. But I can’t work here anymore. I just can’t.”

He nodded, sighing. “Okay. I understand. Anyone in your position would probably do the same. Go talk to Alex. I’ll move my things and then I’ll see you later. They’ll have no choice but to keep me on this project, and as soon as it’s done, I’m out of here too. It’s not okay what Alex and Michael are doing.”

“At least this way I can send you naughty pictures all day long.” She joked. “Make sure you know exactly what you’re missing by being here.”

“Like I could ever forget.” He murmured, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. He kissed her sweetly. “I’ll see you at home, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too.” She breathed. “Wish me luck.”

They opened the door to the conference room, Beckett going into his office and Oriana into Alex’s. Several minutes later she left. A couple minutes after that, Alex called him into his office and told him he’s to finish the project alone. Beckett hated not leaving the building with her. He didn’t want her out of his sight. But there’s nothing he can do about that now. His penthouse has layers of security to it. She’ll be perfectly safe.

That’s what he thought, anyway, except Oriana never made it there. He couldn't get a hold of her and when Beckett got home, the penthouse was dark. The security guard told him she never arrived.

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Flames of yesterday: Chapter 13

Summary: 5 years ago they made a mistake. They were two broken men drinking away their love life issues, and one girl trying to help a friend. What the night leaves them with are two broken hearts and one nearly broken friendship. 5 years later, two are still broken and another one fixed. But what happens when they all meet again? Will it open old wounds and bring all the their insecurities rushing back? Or will it mend the two hearts still looking for warmth, unable to find it after their parting?

Words: 4606

Authors notes: A crossover of Open Heart and The Elementalists, a collaboration series by @drakewalkerfantasy and @fluffy-marshmallow-heart

Sorry that it took us awhile to come back with another chapter and thank you to everyone who send your asks. We really appreciate this :) Also this chapter got lengthy, but I hope you will love it.

Ethan x OH MC (Diana)

Beckett x TE MC (Oriana)

**Warnings: **

Leaving Diana and Oriana sleeping, Ethan and Beckett walked across the street to Donahue’s, taking a seat at the bar. Ethan ordered them both a scotch on the rocks. The men were silent as the bartender made their drinks and set them down in front of them. Ethan tipped his glass in salute.

“To your successful surgery. You were perfectly adequate in there.” He took a sip while Beckett rose an eyebrow.

“Adequate? Dr. Ramsey, I know we don’t know each other well, but I can assure you that nothing I have done in my entire life has been classified as ‘adequate’. I’m more used to the term ‘brilliant.’”

“And cocky.” Ethan grumbled, taking another sip.

Beckett just shrugged. “Sometimes cockiness is earned. You of all people should know that.”

Ethan sighed. “Okay, Dr. Harrington, I guess I can say that I understand why you’re the top surgical intern and everyone speaks so highly of you…including Diana.”

“She’s also brilliant.”

Ethan agreed. “She really is. She’s…one of a kind.” He eyed Beckett, who sat there nursing his drink quietly. “You’re not one for small talk I take it?”

“Not exactly. It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just that most people look at me and how I carry myself, and assume I’m a snob. It…takes me awhile to warm up to someone. Not to mention, we have a bit of a history together. One that I’ve basically managed to forget until starting at the hospital. It has caused problems with my wife and I all over again.”

Ethan nodded slowly. “So, your wife knows about when we…your wife knows how both you and Diana have met me before?”

Beckett gave him an incredulous look. “Of course, she does. She’s everything to me, we don’t have secrets. I told her before she and I became serious. I mean, I was always serious about her, but…it was difficult on her to know that Di and I had been intimate, and in such a provocative way…” He trailed off as a small smile formed on his lips. “However, if it wasn’t for Di, then we would never have gone on our first date. Ori always says she fell in love with me on that date.” His smile broadened at the memory.

Ethan watched the way Beckett had completely brightened when talking about his wife. Wracking his brain, Ethan realized that Beckett never looked like that when he was around Diana. How could he have missed that? It’s his job to be observant, and he’s one of the best diagnosticians in the country. “How long have you all been friends?”

Beckett glanced at him. “I’ve known Diana almost my whole life. Oriana and I got together five years ago. With Diana’s help.”

“Five years?” Ethan asked, confused.

“Yes, just a few months after…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. “Long story short, Di and I stopped speaking for a while. And one day, Diana approached Oriana and somehow managed to convince her to give me a chance, even though we didn’t know each other, we’d never met. But…” His face turned bright red. “I’d had a huge crush on her for several years already.”

“If you already wanted to be with someone, then why did you…”

“I was drunk. And it’s not like it didn’t feel good, it felt amazing. But it was wrong. That’s why we stopped speaking. That’s why she went to Oriana. To try and fix things between us. Di and I…we were never romantic. And we never will be. Growing up together, everyone expected us to eventually fall in love and get married, but…that spark…it was just never there.”

Ethan looked at him thoughtfully. “That’s why you originally didn’t want to participate that night, isn’t it? I remember she practically had to beg you. I knew you weren’t a couple because of that.”

Beckett looked away, embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning red. “I really don’t like thinking about it. And suddenly seeing you again forced me to think about it. I didn’t want to know you. I didn’t want Di to know you. I hated you after that night.”

“That’s…understandable.” Ethan said quietly. Beckett still wasn’t looking at him, so he decided to bring the conversation back to Oriana. That seemed to get him talking before, it should again.

“I know today scared you, Beckett. I didn’t realize your wife was pregnant. Hell, I didn’t realize you were married.”

“She’s almost as far along as Dolores.” He replied absentmindedly. “Though I’m a bit surprised you didn’t know I was married. Everyone else does. I literally have a picture of her in my locker. And an ultrasound picture.”

Ethan chuckled lightly. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

Beckett rolled his eyes. “Yes, you were. You’ve had jealousy written all over you since we started at the hospital. You assumed Di and I were together, and therefore didn’t pay attention to anything else.”

Ethan opened his mouth to argue but Beckett cut him off before he could. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve seen the longing, the respect, the passion, the…” Beckett paused a moment. “The love. My advice? For what it’s worth…don’t waste time denying your feelings. If there’s anything I’ve learned today…time is precious. You’re not going to know how she feels until you say something, do something. I wasted three whole years not introducing myself to Oriana. The two of you already know each other. There’s still chemistry after five years of not even knowing each other’s’ last names. Tell her. She may be more receptive than you think she is.”

Ethan swirled his drink around, the ice cubes clinking against the glass, deep in thought before Beckett cleared his throat to get his attention again. “And also…call me Beckett. You’re going to be important to Diana, which means you’re going to be important to me. So, stop calling me Dr. Harrington. Unless we’re at work. In which case, please, always call me Dr. Harrington.”

“It is a bit awkward, isn’t it? I didn’t expect to see either of you ever again.” Ethan chuckled.

Beckett put his glass down and turned to fully face him. “I didn’t either. But let me tell you something. If you hurt her, I will make you regret it. And what I’ll do is nothing compared to what my wife and Diana will come up with to do on their own.”

Ethan’s mouth fell open as Beckett turned back forward and took another drink calmly, as though he’d never made a threat. Finishing the drink off, Beckett stood up. “I’m going to head back. You coming?”

“I’m…going to have another drink. I’ll see you later.”

Beckett nodded and left the bar, heading back across the street to see if the girls were awake, leaving Ethan’s mind whirling, completely lost in thought at everything he learned that day, especially the relationships between everyone. He couldn’t tell if Beckett still had a problem with him, but considering everything he said, Ethan’s leaning towards no. He may have a strange way of saying it, but it sounds like he wants Ethan to make a move. It caused his heartbeat to speed up just thinking about all the ways he wanted to kiss Diana.

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A couple of weeks later Diana walked through the empty corridors of the hospital running straight into no one else but Ethan Ramsey himself, gasping from the contact. She felt Ethan’s arms catching her by her waist preventing her from the fall. Their heartbeats fastened from the contact and their eyes meet.

This was the first time since Dolores that they found themselves alone again. Their bodies pressed, their faces so close that they could see even the smallest features of each other. Ethan’s eyes flickered to her lips and his breath caught from unbearable desire for them to meet. Words that Beckett said floating to his mind:

“don’t waste time denying your feelings.”

And yet here he is, doing exactly this. Trying to ignore the pull between them. Trying not to think of the last time their lips met. He closed his eyes for a second, warring with himself, while more words inside his mind made his heart flip.

“She may be more receptive than you think she is.”

He groaned quietly, listing all the reasons they shouldn’t be together. All the reasons he shouldn’t kiss her. But his face moved closer to hers, their lips almost brushing and their breath mingling. He froze searching her eyes, giving her time to pull away, but she didn’t. When he finally was ready to give up and finally kiss her his pager beeped pulling them both apart, his hands falling to his sides.

“Dr. Ramsey, I.... I’m sorry. I was thinking about patient treatment and I... I didn’t notice you.” mumbled Diana.

“It’s okay. I should have seen this coming, but... I got distracted...” said Ethan, fumbling with his pager. Quickly checking the message he received, his brows furrowed. “I... I need to go.”

“If everything okay?” asked Diana worriedly “if Dolores and little Ethan doing fine?”

“Yes... yes, they are doing great actually. Dr. Harrington done an excellent job. They both are out of impending danger.” replied Ethan. “and will be moved to postnatal ward in a matter of weeks.”

“Ohhhh, this is great news. Right?” smiled Diana, her hand finding his, squeezing it before letting go. Their fingers brushing lightly sending a shiver through both of them.

“Yes. This is.” said Ethan. They both standing still unable to move away, unable to take their eyes off each other. After some time, Diana was the first to break the silence.

“Dr. Ramsey, I... I need to get back to my patients,” spoke Diana chewing on her lower lip, the action alone draw Ethan crazy making him want to catch it between his teeth. “It was nice to see you,” added she after a moment of silence turning to leave...

“Wait...,” exclaimed Ethan catching her by her wrist gently without thinking. “I could use a favor,” said he, throwing a quick glance on his pager. “How busy are you right now?”

“All my patients are stable. As I said I just thought about patient’s treatment, but other than this I have nothing what needs my immediate attention. Do you need something?” ask Diana locking her eyes with Ethan’s, the proximity of them made her heart skip a beat.

“I just got paged that radiology got a new f.M.R.I. machine and Chief Emery ordered me to test it out. As they didn’t done it yet,” said Ethan with a note of annoyance in his voice. “Can I use you as guinea pig?” asked he still holding her hand.

“You want to stick me in f.M.R.I. and scan my brains?” asked Diana, raising her eyebrow questioningly.

“It’ll be easy. I’ll simply ask you a few questions and see which part of your brains react.” smirked Ethan, playful glint sparkling in his blue eyes.

“Uhhhh, what... kind of questions?” hesitantly asked Diana, stepping away from him, while he took a step forward backing her to the wall the space between them electrified.

“If you are too afraid or want to keep your secrets, I alway can be yours guinea pig and you can scan my brain instead,” he said lowering his lips closer to her ear. The breath of air skimming along her sensitive skin, making Diana inhale sharply, the slight shiver running through her spine. “Please, I really need this machine up and running. Will you help me?” more seriously asked Ethan taking a step back.

“Okay, I... I’ll help you,” replied Diana finally. “And so you know, Doctor... I have nothing to be afraid and no secrets to keep.” she replied throwing at him daring glance.

“Excellent. Come with me then,” said Ethan turning around heading toward the imaging lab, Diana following him.

After couple of minutes they reached the lab entering it together, Ethan softly placing his hand on her lower back, leading her in. A shiny white f.M.R.I. machine dominates the room.

“I will need to give you an injection of the magnetic contrast media, before going to control room.” he said, before adding softly noticing how she shifted uneasily “Are you sure it is okay? If not I can be a guinea pig for you. It’s really fine with me in case you are afraid of injections or small spaces.”

“Dr. Ramsey, it’s really unnecessary to worry about me. I’ll get the gadolinium. And can you keep this?”

“Diana, I cannot help myself but do it,” he whispered in a quiet barely audible voice, taking a beautiful gold chain with a small star from her hands. Their fingers brushing slightly. “Ummmmm...” started Ethan watching Diana filling a syringe with the contrast metal. “You may want to take your shirt and bra,” he said, his eyes flickering to her blossom and his cheeks started to burn.

“Doctor, if you wanted to get me out of my clothes... you should only ask,” said Diana teasingly looking him deep into his eyes, holding out the syringe. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt taking it off and placing on the chair behind Ethan, her hand brushing his. After a moment of hesitation, she turned around looking at him over her shoulder. “Doctor, can you help me with my bra?” he could feel the heat spreading through his body and his eyes slide over her petit frame. Slowly as through the dream he came closer to Diana standing behind her, his hot breath skimming over her bare skin sending a wave of shivers through her. Unhurriedly he started to unclasp her bra, his fingers lightly touching her skin lingering there for a moment longer. His breath caught deep in his throat when the lace material slid from her leaving her chest bare. He could feel how his body reacted instantly when she turned toward him, standing just a whisper away.” I’m ready,” she murmured, her face raised up and she stood unmoving in front of him, the double meaning of her words made him gulp audibly placing his hand flat against her lower back. She feel his breath skimming over her lips and his face moved closer, internal warring clearly written in his eyes. After another heartbeat and a moment of hesitation Diana took a deep breath unwillingly stepping back. She took a robe hanging on the wall putting it on to cover her nakedness. After this she laid flat on the table waiting for Ethan to approach her.

Gently taking Diana’s hand in his he palpated the veins in her arm, their eyes meeting for a split second, before performing intravenous injection. After what disposed of the syringe and pressed the buttons on the machine. watching Diana’s table slide into the donut of the massive magnet enclosure.

Leaving the magnet room, Ethan went to the enclosed room sitting at the workstation, checking on Diana through the glass.

“Can you hear me alright?”

“Loud and clear.” Diana’s voice came through the speakers. “Probably even too loud.” added she after a moment.

“Sorry,” said Ethan quieter after adjusting the volume “Let’s then begin our first scan,” continued Ethan powering up the magnet. He could hear how the machine started to humming, cycling, clicking and buzzing from the next room. “Okay, so far your brains looks like a brain. So far, so good. Now let’s test the detection of the contrast media. I will ask you a set of questions, to see how different parts of your brains would react on them.”

“What kind of questions?” asked Diana, something in Ethan’s voice hold the promise that this may get interesting and this promise made her excited and scared at the same time.

“Am I making you worried?” questioned Ethan, his heart skipping a beat when the set of questions lined up in his brain. He took a deep breath knowing that no matter how much it would cost him, but he must know the truth.

“N..no, You can ask whatever you want,” replied Diana, taking a deep breath, ready for any questions to come. “I have nothing to hide.”

“Soooo, let’s begin,” said Ethan softly. “What does makes you happy?”

“I...,” started Diana her minds working overtime, before she calmed down a little her voice flowing gently through the speakers making Ethan’s heart beat faster. “The people who are surrounding me. Who care about me. Who makes me who I am. The people who can make me grounded, who go through thick and thin for me and with me. The people who no matter what are here for me. Who do everything to make sure I’m safe and happy.”

Ethan’s hearts skipped a beat and his eyes landed on the screen, watching how Diana’s hypothalamus glowed slightly. Before asking a next question he took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing. I need to ask this. Just in case. Thought Ethan looking back at Diana through the glass.

“Do you have feelings for Dr. Beckett Harrington?” asked Ethan holding his breath, eyes focused on the screen trying not to miss anything.

“Of course, I have feelings for him,” exclaimed Diana before realization of what exactly was asked sinked onto her and her eyes widen. A subtle unseen smirk spread her lips. “I have feelings of respect, admiration...”

“That’s not what I meant,” protested Ethan, feeling a notes of teasing in her respond.

“Oh... didn’t you?” said Diana, her smile widened before disappearing from her face. And Ethan could see how her hypothalamus lightened once again, noticing an emotional respond of her brains. “I know what you have asked. I have no romantic feelings for Beckett. He is great and amazing, but I never seen him like this. But he’ll always be a bit older and more responsible brother, not by blood, but by choice. He always was there for me, always protected me. Seen me in my worst and best moments. I just... I cannot see him more than my brother, he is more than a blood... he is family I chose. He and Oriana are my family.” she spoke passionately, emotionally and her brains were lit brightly with every word. After a moment she stopped to speak, finally breathing out.

“I... hmmmmm,” Ethan cleared his throat, readying himself to another, last question. He hold his breath, feeling how his heart started to race. “Are you... are you involved with anyone romantically?”

“Does the work counts?” asked Diana teasingly, knowing quite well this wasn’t an answer he was looking for.

“Definitely not.” replied Ethan with impatience lacing his voice.

“Not fair,” pouted Diana. “But if you really wants to know... For this machine test purposes, than no... I’m not involved with anyone romantically,” stated Diana not missing another second and Ethan’s heart skip a beat when he seen a slight orange glow of another part of Diana’s brains. She didn’t lied, this he knew for sure, but she also didn’t tell the whole truth what made Ethan wonder if Beckett was right and Diana would reciprocate his feelings willingly if he would make a first step. And now, at this moment he knew for a fact that even if she didn’t have been involved with anyone romantically, some part of her wanted to be. And a memory of this person gave the strongest impulse to her hippocampus. He could read it nice and clear, right in front of his eyes. And without any doubts left in him, he knew that the person she wanted to be with was him.

Everything finally clicked together, her flirting with him, the constant pull between them and every single gaze they shared. Without thinking twice he quickly powered down the machine and raised up returning to the magnet room. His heart picking up the pace, thundering uncontrollably when he pressed the button making table slide back from the enclosure and Diana appeared in front of him. They eyes locked. Gently he helped her up to her feet and without even thinking for a second longer pushed her against the f.M.R.I. machine locking their lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. The kiss they both have been waiting and craving for five years.

He slipped his hand under Diana’s thigh lifting her leg up and around his waist, pressing harder into her. His hands exploring her body under the robe groaning into their kiss. His tongue thrusting inside her mouth swirling around hers. Their kisses grew hungrier and harder leaving them breathless. Their hands grabbing onto each other with desperation making them want more. As through the fog they could hear a faint sound of pager coming from Ethan’s waist making them unwillingly break the kiss both breathing heavily.

Quickly Ethan looked at his pager before meeting Diana’s gaze again, his heart beating uncontrollably taking in her disheveled state, realising he probably didn’t look better. Running his hands through his hair he took a step back, his mind filled with panicking thoughts.

What have I done... How could I allow this to happen. No matter how I want it... want her. I’m still her superior. We shouldn’t. I can ruin her career. I probably already done. thought he backing away from Diana toward the door.

“I.... I should... Sorry, I need to go. You should put your clothes back on. Sorry,” mumbled Ethan placing his hand on the doorknob without turning around, closing the door behind him. While outside the room he took a deep breath fleeing towards Harper’s office leaving Diana behind, feeling both glorious and pissed off.

The rest of the day for Diana passed uneventful and it seemed that Ethan was trying to avoid her once again. During the day she was able to finally decide on patient’s treatment what already showed first sings of success. She was already on her way out of hospital, when suddenly her pager beeped. She could feel how her heart flipped with hope while her eyes landed on the display and disappointed sigh left her lips. Quickly she went back to the hall where all interns were gathered. Diana’s eyes browsing through the crowd looking for her best friend. After a moment her eyes landed on Beckett and she moved forward standing next to him.

“Hey, do you have any idea why Chief Emery gathered everyone there?” she asked quietly Beckett, watching him to shake his head worriedly.

“Not a slightest,” replied he looking at Harper Emery standing up front with Ethan, carefully listening for what she about to say.

“Some of you may have heard already, then In a couple weeks’ time, will be annual National Medical Symposium in Miami. From our hospital I appointed Dr. Ramsey to attend this conference this year. Along him the board decided to send two interns who are on the top of their class and also already show the brilliant results during their internship in that hospital,” spoke Harper sternly throwing a glance on a stunned looking Ethan.

“We didn’t discuss me taking anyone along. I’m not a babysitter,” hissed Ethan.

“It was board’s decision,” hissed in reply Harper, before clearing her throat to continue. “As I said we are sending two interns to gain some valuable insight into the industry and brighten their knowledge. This year along Dr. Ramsey, we will send… Dr. Haynes and Dr. Harrington. Congratulations on your success. Please come see me in the morning for more details.”

“Shit...,” cursed Ethan meeting the eyes of the two dumbfounded interns, who looked at him in shock. His heart thundering inside his chest.

That’s going to be a long, long weekend. He thought as he fled to his office. The three of us back in a hotel. Did Harper somehow find out about our history together? But if she did, why send us? She’s already suspicious of my interactions with Diana. This is why the board gets on my nerves, they do whatever the hell they want to.

Back in the atrium, Beckett and Diana stared at each other. “This isn’t happening.” He whispered. “There’s no way I can go and leave Oriana behind, especially while pregnant. I’m going to have to turn the opportunity down and…”

“Don’t you dare!” Diana whispered back harshly. “You can’t leave me alone with him in a different state for a weekend. He’s too wishy-washy and I’m sick of it. We’ll probably sleep together, and he’ll run off again, leaving me to fend for myself in a city I’ve never been to, all alone this time. Beckett, please, I can’t do this alone.”

“He wouldn’t do that again.” Beckett argued.

“Oh, right. I forgot. Lately he only does that after kissing me!” Diana began marching off.

“Wait!” Beckett caught her arm. “What are you talking about?”

She glared down the hall towards Ethan’s office. “I’m not talking about anything that hasn’t happened before. If you’re not going then neither am I.”

“Di…” Beckett tried to reason. “It’s a fantastic opportunity.”

She shrugged. “You’re right, it is. Too bad we’re not going.”

Beckett sighed heavily. “You’re being immature.”

“I’m being guarded.” She corrected.

“Why can’t you two just figure shit out? Diana, he may be sending all kinds of mixed signals, but it’s not as if you’re marching into his office right now to confront him about them. You’re just letting it continue. If he’s too high and mighty to admit his feelings freely, then you need to step up and make him. Or, I don’t know, tell him how you feel so he doesn’t have to guess either. You convinced Oriana, a complete stranger, to go on a date with me, a complete stranger to her. Where is that confident girl? The Diana I know would have approached him and nipped it in the butt already. Why are you dragging this out?” Beckett snapped.

“Because I love him!” She whispered frantically, before slapping a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

Beckett grabbed her hands, holding them tightly. “That’s your answer. Do you want to lose him because you never told him how you felt? That’s what would have happened with me and Ori if you never talked to her. I’ve already talked to Ethan, but apparently, he’s not as outgoing as my wife. If you can’t bring yourselves to talk to each other now, then this trip will force you to. And like it or not, Di, that’s what both of you need.”

“Still…I can’t do it on my own.” She murmured.

“You can and you will.” Beckett assured her. “Stop dancing around each other and face things head on. Neither of you are going to be able to move forward until that happens.”

“Why do you have to make so much sense all the damn time?” Diana muttered, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“It’s what I do.” Beckett smirked.

Diana eyed him thoughtfully, her eyes beginning to light up mischievously. “You know what, Beckett? You’ve given me an idea.”

He frowned. “I know that look. What are you doing.”

“Oh nothing. I have to go make a call, will you excuse me?”

“Diana!” He hissed, but she was already running into the nearest girls’ room. Shaking his head in frustration, he turned to go to the locker room. A few minutes later his phone buzzed with an incoming text. He pulled out his phone, seeing Oriana’s name flash on the screen.

Oriana: “Miami!!!! Beck, that’s amazing! I’m SO proud of you!! And Ethan suggested I come?? Omg, Beck, I’m so excited!!!! Please thank him for me!!!”

He groaned loudly, sinking down onto a bench. There’s no getting out of this now.

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A Twist of Fate ch.28 -Darkness Falls

The Elementalist au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

Words: 1575

Warnings: Violence, blood

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This AU is set after everyone graduates Penderghast, and Beckett and Oriana were never friends. Fate, however, may have a different plan for them.

“Surely you aren’t leaving already. The fun hasn’t even started.” A sneer came from in front of them. Both Oriana and Beckett snapped to attention, turning to the voice they both recognize.

“Chase” She whispered. “Are you following me? Why do you or your friends show up everywhere I go?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Oriana, I didn’t know you were here. But now that I do…” Chase took a menacing step toward them. “I think we have some unfinished business to take care of.”

“What are you talking about?” Oriana asked.

Chase spoke again. “You see, the last time we all saw each other it was pouring rain. My friend told me he ran into you once. He said you didn’t look well, Oriana. He said it’s clear you miss me and want to be with me. So now that it’s not raining and there’s plenty of streetlights…I feel I have a better advantage.”

“It’s over Chase.” She gritted out.

“It’s not over til I say it’s over.” Chase growled. “Besides…Beckett needs his mommy’s approval, and she’d never approve of someone like you. You’re worthless in their eyes.”

“They just don’t understand him. Or me. And neither do you.” Oriana clapped back.

“And you do?” He sneered. “He’s just using you to fight his battles for him because he can’t fight them on his own.”

“I assure you I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need anyone’s approval, only my fiancé’s.” Beckett smirked, seeing Chase’s face drain of color.

“You’re what?” He shrieked.

“Fiancé.” Oriana flashed him the ring. “We’re getting married.”

“Over my dead body.” Chase growled.

“That can be arranged.” Oriana’s voice was cutting, and Beckett felt her mood shift. It practically knocked the wind out of him and he looked at her, seeing her black eyes intensely focused on Chase.

“Ori…” he said nervously. “Ori, stay with me. He’s not worth it. Let’s just go.”

“No.” She responded flatly. “No, Beckett, I’m tired of looking over my shoulder. I’m tired of constantly being reminded of the bad choices I’ve made in the past. I’m tired of him trying to be a dick to you. This ends now.”

“As I said. You’re fighting his battles for him. ‘Oh, I’m Beckett Harrington, my mommy and daddy pay for everything I have, I have no real responsibilities because if I ever make a mistake they’ll take care of me.” Chase tried mimicking Beckett’s voice.

“It’s not his fight. It’s mine. You want it to be his because you know you don’t stand a chance against me.” Oriana said icily, lifting a hand. “Heart.”

Chase gasped, clutching his chest as he fell to the ground.

“Oriana!” Beckett cried. “Stop!”

“No. This ends now. He ends now.”

Her voice doesn’t even sound the same. She’s not herself and she’s going to kill him if I don’t do something. She’s breaking.

Beckett reached out for her hand, but she jerked it away, and as she did, Chase started screaming. Beckett looked at him in horror, seeing wounds appear and blood soaking his clothes.

“Oriana stop!! Now!!” Beckett shouted, reaching for her again. If I can just touch her, I know I can calm her down, come on, Ori, let me get close.

He positioned himself directly in her line of sight…then felt a slice of pain cut through his torso. He immediately put his hands on where it hurt, eyes wide in shock as he saw his own blood.

“You are fucking crazy!” Chase shouted from the background, as his wounds deepened. “I’m…I’m calling the…the pol…” His voice faded out as he began to lose consciousness.

“You can’t even get up to call anyone, and I’m going to make sure you stay down. You are never going to hurt anyone again.” Oriana jeered.

Beckett only had one wound, but he was losing a lot of blood. Chase lay still on the ground. “Oriana…you can’t kill him.” Beckett finally managed to grab her arm, forcing her to look at him. “Ori…come back” He whispered.

She blinked several times, finally snapping out of it and seeing what she’d done to Beckett. “Beckett, oh my god!!! What…how did…”

“Ori, you need to heal Chase first, you have to, please.” Beckett begged, wincing.

“But…”

“Please!!”

She nodded, tears streaming down her face as she approached Chase, providing healing light from her hand over his cuts until they were gone. Chase groaned from the ground but didn’t get up.

Oriana sat stunned for a moment before standing up and racing back to Beckett.

“Are you okay??” Beckett croaked out.

She just shook her head, choking up as she moved Beckett’s shirt to show the wound she’d created in his skin. “I’m so sorry.”

She placed her hand on the gash, and a burst of warm light emitted and a second later the wound was gone.

“You…you can just use your hand to heal people?” He asked incredulously. “Why did you always kiss me?”

“Because I wanted to.” She sobbed. “You were kind to me.”

“Ori…”

She kissed him fiercely and he returned it with vigor, tasting the salt of her tears… until she broke their connection and backed away. “I love you so much, Beckett Harrington. I’m so grateful to have known you, and I’m going to miss you so much.”

What???

He started after her. “Where are you going? My car is over there.”

“I’m not going home with you. You’re not safe with me, I could hurt you again and next time it could be a lot worse.”

“No. No, you won’t…”

“I just did!” She shouted. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is! Let me go!!”

Beckett’s heart felt like it was being torn into a million pieces. “No. No don’t leave me, please.”

“You need to make sure Chase is okay. I…I didn’t mean to…” Oriana broke into a sob. “And then you tried to…”

“He’s healed, he’s fine.”

“He’s still unconscious. Please, Beck, please make sure he’s okay and I’m not wanted for murder tomorrow. I need you to do that for me, but I can’t stay here, I have to go. I almost killed him, and I could have killed you in the process. It's unforgiveable.”

He stepped towards her again. “I’ll erase his memory, I know how, he won’t even remember, you don’t have to leave Oriana, please, I’ll take care of you, it’s going to be okay.”

“It’s never going to be okay.” She whispered hoarsely. “I love you, Beckett. I’ll always love you. But you’ll only be safe if I’m gone. And that’s what matters. Don’t even think of using the locator spell, just remember I never wanted to hurt you. I love you too damn much.” Oriana turned away and began running in the opposite direction of him and his car.

“You’re coming back, right?? When you calm down??” Beckett called desperately after her…but she didn’t acknowledge him, and a moment later she was gone, lost in the night.

Beckett stood completely numb, in disbelief that only several minutes prior they were happy and laughing. She’ll be back. She has to come back. I know her, she’ll cool off and then come home. She has nowhere else to go.

Taking a big shuddery breath, he turned back to Chase, who was groggily blinking his eyes open. When Beckett came into focus for him, he snarled. “She’s going to regret this. She’s going to pay for this.”

“She already is paying for it. And so am I.” Beckett said sadly. “But you’re the lucky one, you’re not going to remember any of it.”

Chase’s eyebrows furled. “What?”

Beckett placed a hand on Chase’s forehead, mumbling a quick spell under his breath.

“Uh, why the fuck are you touching me, Harrington?” Chase staggered to his feet. “Why am I even here?” He looked down. “And why the fuck am I covered in blood??”

“It’s Ketchup. We just had dinner, and you agreed to leave both myself and Oriana alone for good. In the process you got mad and managed to squirt Ketchup all over you. And me.” Beckett gestured to his own shirt.

Chase looked at him warily. “I feel weak. Dizzy. And this isn’t ketchup.” He swayed a bit.

“You don’t have a wound, do you?” Beckett snapped in frustration.

Chase patted himself down, lifting his shirt where the blood stains were but seeing nothing.

“You drank a lot, you’re sobering up now.” Beckett informed. “Just…go home, get some rest. And remember your promise to never come near Oriana or myself ever again.”

“There’s no way I would have…”

“GO!!!!!!!” Beckett bellowed.

Chase furrowed his eyebrows but nodded as he turned around and got in his car. A minute later, his engine roared to life and he sped away.

Beckett stood in the empty street trying to get his bearings straight. He took out his phone and called Oriana. No answer. He listened to her sweet voice come through for her voicemail.

“Hey, you’ve reached Oriana. Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message.”

Beckett swallowed, hard. “Ori…it’s me…I’m uh…I’m heading home…Chase is fine. I’ll…I’ll see you later, right? You’re definitely coming home, aren’t you? Just…um…take your time I guess, clear your head. But everything’s fine, really. Don’t be scared. I love you.”

He hung up as tears began to fall down his cheeks. He’d give her whatever space she needed. He just hopes she realizes that she doesn’t need it.

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