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druidgroves · 2 months

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a mutual haunting (they both live au)

October 23, 2287

Inside his decontamination pod, Nathan Tate gasps for the first breath he will take in this new century.

He doesn’t know it yet, still trying to parse what the fuck just happened to him. Shaun had been in his arms the entire time, from when they entered the vault to getting into the pods. Across from him, Georgia had been staring at him from her own, an indecipherable look on her face like something bad was going to happen. Considering he just had a gun leveled at him and their son taken out of his arms by force before being shoved back into his pod, she may have been right.

The door of his pod opens with a hiss and he stumbles out of it, legs wobbling like the gelatin they served during Basic. Nathan sucks in air like a drowning man. He chokes on the crisp coolness of it, some artificial taste bitter on the back of his throat that makes him cough. An alarm blares from somewhere around him and an automated voice says something about a cryogenic array and it clicks. Anger courses through him like an overwhelming wave and he punches the door of his pod. His hand bounces off as it explodes in pain but he barely registers it. The vault staff had been lying to them. They hadn’t been decontaminated at all.

A yell tears out of him, primal and ripping through his throat, and God he needs a place to put this fury before it consumes him. The people responsible seemed like a good target. Whoever took Shaun had hell coming after them, once Nathan could find his way out.

He paces back and forth in front of his pod, trying to quiet his raging mind. It’s only when some water drips onto his head from the leaking ceiling does he remember Georgia in her own pod. He approaches.

On the other side of the glass, she was perfectly frozen inside. Her wheat blonde curls fell over her shoulders and framed her face that was contorted in anguish as if she had been frozen in the middle of a scream. Their conversation from before the end of the world replays in Nathan’s mind as he looks at her from the outside. He swallows and quickly goes to check the other pods housing their neighbors.

All of them were slumped over inside, skin wan and eyes closed. A terminal mounted on the wall at the end of the row catches his attention. It doesn’t have a password on it and responds when he taps the spacebar. Files flash over the screen and Nathan sees Cryogenic Array: Offline and system failure as his eyes skim over the words until others stand out. Pod C6: Nathan Tate and Shaun Tate. His eyes skim faster. He sees Pod Door and Override Engaged on the same line.

Overridden, then. If it was the same people who took Shaun…it was possible they were still in the vault, right? They had to be—whatever happened topside would have destroyed everything. There was no surviving out there, at least not without a fight. Right about now, Nathan had a lot in him.

Below the entry for him and Shaun is Georgia’s. The status reads as Alive as opposed to all of their neighbor’s Deceased, which he supposes is a good thing. He wonders, vaguely, why she was left alive but her pod not overridden like his. A malfunction, maybe? There was no option to override from the terminal and as Nathan walks back over to Georgia’s pod, he wonders if busting her out is even a good idea. Staring into the horror of her expression, all it does is conjure up memories of the night before. He swallows again, her words echoing in his head.

“I want a divorce.”

Nathan bites down on the inside of his cheek. After what they just went through, what they have now lost…surely she wouldn’t still mean that. They had made a promise when they got married, hadn’t they? Until death did they part? His to have, hers to hold.

But then again…frozen as she was, she had seen him give up their son to strangers. Sure, there had been a fucking gun shoved in his face, but he could assure himself that she’d still be angry with him. If there was one thing he knew about his wife, she could hold onto her anger in ways he never could, keep it all inside until it was ready to rear its ugly head. He had gotten a good look at it last night.

Nathan begins to wonder how far away “last night” really was. If they were frozen, how much time had passed? How much time was passing for Georgia now, still frozen in the same position she’d been subjected to for God knows how long? And, if she remained frozen, how much would she be aware of if he thawed her out?

His mind races and he brings himself to look at her face once more. The corner of lined lips he had once enjoyed kissing–could enjoy again, if she’d let him after all this–had a red smudge from shaking hands that had applied it that morning. Her freckles are faint under the dusty powder covering her cheeks. Even with her eyes crinkling in the corners like they are now, he notices for the first time the delicate black swoops of her eyeliner. At the bottom of the glass he can just see cuts and dried blood on the knuckles of her left hand, bruises blooming against fair skin.

Looking at her through the glass, all made up and emotional, Nathan makes a decision. Whatever it would take to find Shaun, he knew Georgia to be too soft for it. She’d been a housewife before all this for God’s sake, sitting around their home in her neatly ironed skirts and playing with her hair and makeup between home cooked meals. She wouldn’t even go on walks around the neighborhood, much less fight. How could he expect her to join him in trying to find the people who took their son? No, she would only hold him back. And with how she felt towards him now…he had an idea.

Nathan would find Shaun. He’d give hell and then some to those responsible and then he would come back for Georgia. She had been left alive for some reason, so he could count on her being safe while he was gone. Sitting pretty in her pod, so to speak. As the threads start to weave together, he’s only more and more sure of his idea. If he came back to get her with Shaun in his arms, then she couldn’t possibly stay angry with him. She wouldn’t be able to.

“Don’t wait up,” he says to her pod, and begins his mission with a vengeance.

#au: a mutual haunting #ch: nathan tate #ch: georgia tate #my writing #fallout #fallout 4 #the au has a name now that's better than 'they both live' lmao #will probably write random bits & pieces for this instead of like. an actual fic bc rlly the au only works in bits & pieces lol #also writing from nate's pov made me want 2 stab him #realizing his int score is 4 made it worth it tho

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blaineandsamevanderson · 6 years

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Title: The Full Moon Job Ch.2

Author: @blaineandsamevanderson

Fandom: Teen Wolf/Leverage

Ship: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Sophie Devereaux/Nathan Ford

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Scott McCall/Malia Tate Isaac Lahey/Danny Mahealani Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt

Rating: PG

Summary: An alternate version of Teen Wolf Season 6. Wet after the pack pretends to leave Beacon Hills, but after that, all timelines are chucked, characters are brought back and fun is had

Link to fic: AO3

To he honest, the back of a closed veterinary clinic wasn’t even on Alec’s Top 10 List of Weird Places to Run A Con From. They didn’t even have to break in (which disappointed Parker) and he could admit his heart lurched when the back door was opened by a somber faced man in a tan sheriff’s uniform.

Nate of course didn’t miss a beat, pulling an obnoxious persona out of thin air. “You’re not Clancy!” He barked, wagging a finger at the sheriff. “Where is that no good son of a pickle? I swear, if he gave me drunk directions again...Cookie! Cookie, didn’t I say he sounded drunk?”

“Oh yeah!” Sophie continued, soft voice gone nasal and sharp. “Lemme call him, maybe he’s sobered up by now….”

The sheriff held up a hand to cut her off. “Very believable, but I know who you are, Mr. Ford. Come in.”

Huh.

That was not at all expected, but the man wasn’t giving off any of the classic ‘Gonna do some arresting tonight’ vibes. His hand wasn’t on his gun and though he had clearly pegged Eliot as the most physically threatening he wasn’t posturing.

The next surprise came when they actually entered the animal clinic and found it packed with teenagers - exhausted looking teenagers - and a handful of adults. Around the room, Alec could see soda cans, pizza boxes and sleeping bags, clear signs that this was being used as a makeshift shelter.

What the hell was happening here?

“Peter,” Nate said, addressing a man of about Eliot’s age with a goatee and lean, handsome features. “You mentioned something about a self styled fascist flooding your town with guns and trying to murder children.”

“Nate,” the man, Peter, replied. “I did and there is indeed a genocidal geriatric running around. Rumors put you running a team of Robin Hoods...I thought there’s be more of you after hearing about San Lorenzo.”

“We’re more than capable as is,” Sophie said with one of her charming, reassuring smiles.

“Spencer.”

The name was spoken by a slim, bearded man in a leather jacket and Alce was shocked to see that Eliot didn’t look annoyed.

“Argent,” Eliot replied, taking a few steps forward and exchanging one of those forearm gripping warrior handshakes with the other man. “What’s happening that you can’t handle?”

Okay, so Eliot respected this guy. Which meant the situation was probably even more dire than anticipated.

Argent sighed. “My father is organizing Hunters who don’t follow the code in an attempt to wipe out every supernatural being in Beacon Hills. He’s arming civilians, feeding their fear and innocents have already died.”

“Also there’s an ancient shapeshifter called and Anuk-Ite running around that enhances fear and hate and breeds violence because that’s its idea of a Country Kitchen Buffet,” a pale, dark haired young man added, making Argent grimace and incline his head in agreement.

Before they could continue, Alec held up a finger. “I’m sorry, Supernatural beings? Hunters? Shape shifters? Are Sam and Dean gonna pop out of the closet next...and that wasn’t a double entendre though Dean and Castile do give me reason to think maybe...Nevermind.”

“That show has a lot of inaccuracies,” a grumpy looking man who could play Superman on a CW show (if he ever was introduced to a razor) muttered.

“Really? That’s the problem you have with...What the hell?!”

Around the room, eyes began to glow, golds, blue and crimson.

“Look, we don’t really have time to ease you into the whole Werewolves exist thing ns for that I’m sorry,” a young Latino with a kind face and those red eyes said. His eyes returned to a warm brown as he continued, “We’re real, we’re in danger and we could use your help.”

Parker jabbed a ginger into Eliot’s ribs. “You knew!” She accused, not sounding nearly freaked out enough.

Actually, Nate and Sophie were taking things in stride too and Eliot merely nodded. “I knew.”

“Right!” Nate said, calling everyone’s attention. “I’m going to need a full briefing on the situation, also names and abilities as I assume most of you won’t sit on the sidelines while we’re working.”

“Scott McCall, I’m an Alpha,” said the handsome Latino kid.

The pretty redhead spoke next. “Lydia Martin, Banshee.”

“Stiles Stilinski, human,” said the fast talker and Hardison glanced at the name badge the Sheriff wore. His kid clearly.

“I’m a werecoyote. Name’s Malia,” a leggy brunette said from where she was glaring at a burly boy.

“Kira Yukimura. Kitsune,” the beautiful Japanese girl in Marvel leggings told them.

The rest of the introductions were just as fast.

“Isaac, werewolf.” The tall blond guy beside “Danny Mahealani, human.”

“Liam Dunbar, werewolf.” Small, younger guy in need of s haircut. Burly was standing near him. “Theo, chimera.”

“I’m Mason, human, and he’s Corey, a chameleon chimera.” A young brother holding a book and the nervous looking kid huddled close to him.

Look up rich douchebag in the dictionary and you’d find, “Jackson, werewolf kanima.”

“Ethan, werewolf.” Another Abercrombie looking guy.

Furry Superman was, “Derek, werewolf.”

“Peter Hale,werewolf.” Nate’s acquaintance.

Eliot’s buddy was, “Chris Argent.”

“Melissa McCall.” Clearly Scott’s mom...and also very hot.

“Sheriff Noah Stilinski.” The sheriff.

“Deputy Jordan Parrish, hellhound.” Yet another model looking guy.

What was in the water?

“Okay, I’m Nate, this is Sophie, Eliot, Hardison and Parker. Let’s go steal us a town’s sanity.”

TBC....

#Leverage #Teen Wolf #fic

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