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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day 9: Innocence

Who Makes You Feel This Good

Summary: Frank loves the sweet innocent ones like you

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, stalking, mentions of the brotherhood, teasing, fingering, squirting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.3K

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You playfully look up at Frank from the register. He was a strong silent type. He would walk into the library, ask for a specific book, and you would show him its location. He always would comment on how nice you were. Would smile every time you just said, "I'll show you," instead of pointing out the location of the book. And he would slyly rub his hand against your arm, as you walked him to the exact spot.

Watching you as your finger drags across the spines of the book looking for the title. His eyes only on you as you readjust your glasses, and pull out the book, "I believe this is the one you were looking for, Mr. Adler."

"Yes, that's the one," his sight follows the curve of your body before returning to the book in your hand. "It's quite a big book for such a little girl."

"I'm not a little girl," you glance away, playing with your hair, and his hand caresses your arm.

"You are a sweet little thing, aren't you, Bunny?" Biting at your lip, you give him a single nod. "Just how sweet?"

"Um...well...I um..."

"That tells me all I need to know. I'll be back when I'm finished," walking behind you, his hand runs from one hip to the other before he walks out of the library with an arrogant smile. You sigh out in relief, feeling a flood and heat rush to your core. No one had ever made you feel like this. Frank was giving you a tiny bit of attention, and you couldn't help but want to feel his calloused hands all over you.

"Hello?" Your co-worker says. "These books aren't going to put themselves back up," she hated the attention that Frank gave you. Tried to warn you about his kind. "I've told you about those Alphas. They all linger on campus long after they've graduated. Looking for their perfect sweet little Omegas to capture."

You roll your eyes walking past her, and she just shakes her head, "She'll see. Pretty sure he's already captured her. Secrets never stay secret for long."

Frank walks through the door right at closing time, and you try to urge him back out, "Mr. Adler, I'm sorry, the library is closed. It's eight o'clock."

"Seven fifty-eight to be exact. I just want to return the book, and hopefully get another. Won't you help me, Bunny?"

"Uh, I don't know," you look out to the parking lot, and notice only yours and Frank's cars remain. Taking a gulp, you look up at him, "You promise you'll make this quick?"

"Scout's honor," he says, pushing past you. "I was needing to get 'The Secrets You Keep'. Someone suggested it to me," you look at him puzzled.

"That's not your usual book, Mr. Adler," his arm juts out, and he places it on the desk beside you, bringing him even closer to you. "Mr. Adler?"

"Sometimes it's good to change up our normal routines. Like the fact that on Wednesday's you close the library up by yourself, since it's the early closing day. Also, you make sure the doors are locked by seven fifty-eight. Already had turned your key before you let me in. It is locked from the outside. You also only call me, Mr. Adler, while everyone else gets called by their first name. So why am I so special, Bunny?"

"You notice all that?" You ask taking a step back, but his other hand presses up against the counter, leaving you trapped. "Mr. Adler."

"Countess did warn you about me and my friends, did she not? She's not entirely wrong, and not entirely right either. It's an elite group, and we stick together. A bit too close sometimes. But you were warned, but you're curious. I've seen your little research."

"Frank, I..." at the sound of his name coming off your lips, he slowly closes his eyes, and you whimper at how sexy he looks like that. His body presses harder into you, and you get dizzy with lust.

"You know, I could always get you off right here, right now," he lifts you up onto the desk, and is so thankful you're wearing those sweet little sundresses that you always had on.

His hand winds up your leg, until he's flush with your cotton covered mound, "Oh, you are a sweet one. These innocent little panties are drenched sweet Bunny. Tell me," he says, getting closer to your neck. His nose tickles along your heated skin, and you feel a pool of arousal rush to your sex. Breathing heavily, before he ever asks the question. "Bunny, you're making a mess. I want to know, has anyone ever had this sweet little cunt?"

"N-no."

"Just what I was hoping for. We're gonna take this slow then sweetheart. You'll only get my fingers tonight. Don't worry, I'll be back and you can have my mouth," your eyes glance up at him and you give him a pout. "What is it, Bunny? You never had someone tongue fuck you?" You shake your head no, and his hands connect to the elastic of your panties. Dragging them down your legs, before he stuffs them in his pocket.

"But..."

"From now on, if I make you wet, I get to keep them. How often has your virgin pussy been crying for me to split you open? Have you gasping at how stretched that tight little hole is?" Bashfully you look away from him, and his finger quickly runs up your slit and you yip. "That often, huh? Do you ever touch yourself thinking about me?"

You quickly shake your head no, and his fingers flatten on your bundle of nerves, and create slow circles on the sensitive bean. "Have you ever touched yourself?" When you answer no, he pinches the little pearl, and your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. "Aww, you are a sweet little Bunny. I knew you were pure. Just didn't know how pure. I'll have fun with you."

"Frank," you whine as heat radiates through your body. "Frank! Fr-fr-frank!"

"A sensitive little one. Go on, let go. It's one of the best feelings in the world. That is until you have a fat cock to come on," your toes curl up, and your fingers grip to the edge of the desk, as an odd euphoric high flashes through your veins.

Before you can come down, Frank enters two fingers in your tight virgin hole, and you sob out his name. "Shh, shh, you're fine sweetheart. So fine. So tight. Nothing has been in here has it?"

"No! It stings."

"Just for a bit. Gotta stretch you out on my fingers first. Shh, you can do it. I'm taking it easy on you. I could have you leaned up against this desk, while I make you stretch over my dick. You should thank me. We'll get there though, don't you worry," his fingers scissor deep inside of you, and you squint your eyes, trying to find the pleasure that was there before. His steady rhythm makes everything even out, and you let out a guttural moan.

Frank's palm continues to stimulate your clit, while his fingers search for your special spot. When your body jerks at his movements, he gives you a bruising kiss. The tip of his calloused finger runs over the spongy area over and over again, until you can barely breathe. Your body writhes around, as you bury your face into his chest. Screaming out his name, but he doesn't stop. You feel an overwhelming sense of needing something, anything, and unsure of what to do, until you gush, and the most beautiful high courses through your body.

"Would you look at that, Bunny. You're a messy little girl. I'm going to have you on every fucking surface in this library. Just make sure you always close down by yourself," he squats down, and his tongue licks up through your tender pussy, leaving his beard soaked in your juices. "Just remember who makes you feel this good."

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, tiny elf male, human reader, stalker behaviour, elf goes flying, elf also using reader as a trampoline, slight somno, slight fluff, reader gets knocked out by dumbass tiny man, a special appearance.

18+ only please, thanks to @lavender-annd-lilac for giving me an idea on what to write for frank, the gif and header aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Frank zooms through your house, his pointed ears twitching as he hears Christmas music coming from the lounge room. An excited grin appears on his face as he heads in that direction. He peeks his head from behind the wall. Frank’s eyes sparkle with glee as they land on your dancing form. Never knowing someone to be so free and beautiful, the room lights up as if you're glowing. For a few moments, he just stares until the shine of something catches his attention.

Frank looks over, his face lighting up, when he notices some golden tinsel lying on the floor. An excited squeak leaves his mouth as he sprints toward the object, squealing as he moves closer to it. Frank flops onto the tinsel, wrapping his tiny hands around it as he begins to tug, similar to a cat but much tinier and human-like.

“So pretty!” He’s so distracted that he doesn’t notice you moving toward it, nor that it seems to wrap around your ankle, causing you to trip and fall. The action causes Frank to be flung into the air, and a panicked squeal leaves his lips. The sound of a thud comes from where you fell, and the tiniest thud comes from where Frank lands.

Frank groans, blinking away the stars in his vision, a pout forming on his face as Frank wasn’t expecting to fly today. When his vision clears, Frank looks around, his eyes widening when they land on you and your exposed form. The feel of his cock twitching in his small black tights causes his gaze to quickly flicker down, only to look back up again, not wanting to ever look away from the sight in front of him.

There you lie, near the Christmas tree knocked out from the fall. Your cute oversized Marvel shirt is flipped, exposing your pretty little pussy and your plump ass.

Frank quickly jumps up, ignoring the slight pain and dizziness in his head. He excitedly runs over to where you lie. He leans forward, and his tiny finger pokes your cheek before he climbs onto your body.

He strips from his tights, cock throbs as it springs free. Frank feels giddy as he feels a bounce on your cheek. Like a child, he decides to use your ass as a trampoline. For a split second, he forgets about his hardened cock and how he wants to mark you as he jumps up and down.

Overjoyed squeals leave his lips before he slowly stops and lies stomach first on your body. His tiny hands grip your plumpy flesh. Squeezing and kneading it as he slowly ruts into you, soft moans escape his lips as the pleasure spreads through his body and becomes too much for him. Frank’s eyes roll back, his tiny little hips moving faster than they ever have before.

Frank opens his mouth, his teeth clamping down onto your flesh as tingles shoot through his tiny body and down to his thick throbbing member. It feels so good that goosebumps rise throughout him, and his heavy sacks begin to tighten when he feels his end approaching rapidly. Frank should feel embarrassed by how quickly this will end, but the pleasure is too overwhelming to care.

Gripping as tightly as he can, Frank grunts as his member throbs and twitches wildly. Warm white cum shoots from his thick mushroom tip and covers your plump flesh. He lies there for a while, catching his breath before he stands, looking down at the masterpiece he created. A joyful smile graces his appearance as he leans down and spreads his cooling seed across your skin. Soft, cheeky giggles escape him.

Once everything is done, Frank jumps down and pulls his tights back up his lower half before placing a delicate kiss onto your side. He continues to giggle as he runs off into the night, planning for the next time the rest of them will see you. As he exits, his eyes connect with his boss’s, and he shoots the giant man a slight wink and smile, topping it off with a small wave.

The more giant man grunts, strutting over to where you lie unconscious. He bends down and picks up your tiny body, loving how much smaller you are than him, huffing when he notices Frank's damage to your place and your pretty little head. The man cradles you carefully as he begins to walk in the direction of your room, gently placing you down onto your soft bed and tucking you in. Before he leaves, he kisses your forehead gently, wishing you sweet dreams.

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astheskycries · 1 year

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Desperate Times

Things get messy once Frank's ex follows you into the grocery store, leaving your confidence shaking.

Thank you all so much for the love on Friday Nights and my little Frank series. I'm excited for you to see a bit of an aftermath of their recent date, but I'm even more excited to be back into writing again.

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I hum a little to myself as I walk down the aisles, pushing a grocery cart as I search for that last item on my list. It’s a typical Saturday- a great night last night with Frank, spare the little run-in with his ex, Mary with Roberta, and Frank following up on his latest boat before he helps put groceries away. Even though I live there, I always buy the food, feeling bad for taking up the extra space despite how happy I am with them. Frank isn’t too thrilled, but I just keep going, knowing he doesn’t want to upset me by covering it himself.

“Oh?”

I startle and turn around, a little surprised as I look at the woman from last night. I instantly relax, holding myself a bit taller. She doesn’t need to see any weakness. “Can I help you?”

She smirks, and I can’t get over how intimidating she is- a man’s dream body, even if the man has a kind heart. “You’re Frank’s little friend, aren’t you? Man, what was the name…”

“(Y/N).”

She smirks. “Yes, (Y/N). I’m amazed he lets you leave the house, he’s such a possessive man, in bed and out.”

I tense a little, not liking her talking about Frank that way. “My relationship with Frank is none of your business.”

“Oh?” She smirks. “Wasn’t Bonnie Stevenson the last one to sleep around with him?”

I swallow. “Frank and Bonnie separated on good terms. We’re actually close friends. Is there anything else you needed?”

She steps a bit closer, eyes threatening as she stares me down. “Frank Adler is incapable of having a real relationship. He does nothing but drink and take care of that little girl. If you were intelligent, you’d realize that. He’s going to hurt you, like everyone else in his past, and no one will care enough about you to help pick up the pieces.” I swallow, and she smiles sweetly before turning on her heel. “Have a great day!” She calls over her shoulder, and I stand alone in the aisle with nothing but the sound of her heels tapping against the tile as she walks away.

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I release a breath as I pull into Frank’s driveway, seeing his worn truck and unsure if I’m relieved or nervous about him being home. I will never be able to hide anything from him- I never have- but I don’t want to worry him either. Like it or not, I have to put my best foot forward and act casual about everything.

I glance up to see Frank leaning against the doorway, barefoot and arms crossed as he watches me. I can tell by his eyes that he knows I’ve been sitting here, so I quickly get my things gathered and climb out, starting to grab the heavy bags before he can.

A hand suddenly grips the handle of the bag I’m holding, easing the pressure from the nearly overflowing handful, and there’s breath against my neck as Frank murmurs, “I’ll take that,” I shiver, letting him have the big ones, and I easily grab the rest before following him inside. “Everything ok? You were sitting out there for a while.”

I blush a bit, unable to help being touched that he cares enough to check on me. “Yeah, just lost in thought.” I set the bags down and start unloading everything, feeling his eyes study me as I get to work. “Isn’t it supposed to storm soon? We could probably set some movies up and have a night in.”

“(Y/N),” Frank says softly, and I can’t help but glance up at him, instantly trapped by his beautiful eyes, a stormy mixture of blues and greys, with worry and concern thrown in to make my heart ache even more. “Talk to me.”

I swallow, incredibly nervous. “I saw her again in the store.” I turn, not wanting to elaborate and instead putting some boxes away. There’s not much, since it’s just the three of us on a small budget, but it’s plenty.

I can feel Frank’s eyes never leave me, even though I can’t look at him. “What, the girl from last night? What did she want?”

I swallow, eyes stinging slightly as I put the last thing away. I’m ashamed of the burn, but it’s outside of my control- between the words and the fear of disappointing him, it was bound to happen. “Just… Talked about you. That you were possessive. That you were incapable of having a real relationship and that you would leave me hurt with no one left to care.” I feel his hand rest on my arm, and I dip my head despite letting him turn me around. His hand is on my cheek, gently stroking my skin with his thumb, and I lean into his touch automatically.

“None of that is true,” He coos gently, voice low as he watches my face. I swallow, and he gently moves his thumb under my chin, lifting my face to his. “Hey, look at me,” He smiles a bit, clearly concerned about me but wanting to support me. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be right here, complaining about the manufacturers of Lego to you for the rest of our lives.” I can’t help but smile, and he relaxes more, smiling when he sees my own worry fade. “I love you, (Y/N). You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

I giggle a bit, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him gently, but he keeps me there, deepening the kiss and moaning as his tongue gently enters my mouth, exploring and memorizing every inch of it. I moan, gripping his hair, and he grabs my hips and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, his hands tugging my shirt over my head so he can nip and kiss my check, making me moan before grabbing his shirt and yanking it off, teasing his nipples.

He tosses me on the bed, crawling up to the waistband of my jeans and tugging it off, removing my shoes and panties as he crawls back up, kissing his way up my legs before nuzzling my core. “Fuck, (Y/N),” He growls breathlessly. I whimper, soaked, and he easily inserts two fingers, crooking them and stroking my walls. “Are you ready?”

I nod desperately, lifting my hips a bit, and he yanks his pants down with a hand before grabbing protection and carefully entering me, filling me completely and making me moan. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” He moans, and I grip his hair, tugging him down so I can kiss him deeply, continuing to rock. He rolls, letting me lead, and I ride him as I kiss his neck, fingers entwined with his as I keep rocking. It doesn’t take long for us both to finish, and I collapse on his back, curling close as his fingers absently rub up and down my spine.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I whisper against his chest, making him chuckle.

“I was thinking the same about you,” He tilts my chin to kiss me again, humming in contentment. “I can’t wait to add something here,” He kisses my bare ring finger, and I blush, smiling up at him shyly. “And then I can really prove how much I love you.”

“You already do,” I whisper, and I smile as he kisses me again, holding me close until we hear the knock on the door, signaling that we need to get dressed before Mary sees us.

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tuiccim · 1 year

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Water and Whiskey

Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: After over three year away, you finally return home for the holidays. Could a chance meeting with an old crush spark a new flame?

Features: Fluff, Implied smut TW: Family drama (Reader and family are not on good terms.)

A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Tis the Season to be Thot-y writing challenge and gift exchange. This story is gifted to the ever lovely, @beach-daydreaming. I hope you enjoy it lovely! This is my first time writing for Frank. Thank you so much to my beta readers, @whisperlullaby and @awesomerextyphoon!

The security guard of the marina looked at your modest car dubiously as you pulled up to the entrance. Flashing your pass and license at him, he waves you through with a shrug. After coming home to Florida for the first time in nearly three and a half years, you had spent an uncomfortable evening with your family. Hoping for the holiday spirit would lighten the mood had proved fruitless. So, after several hours and more pointed conversations than you could stomach, you had no choice but to escape. You head to the one place where you had always found solace growing up, the water.

As you walked down the dock to your family’s boat slip, you could see there was only one other boat with lights on further down. The clink of tools and softly spoken curses were unmistakable as you carefully boarded your vessel and made your way down below. It was the same as you always remembered and the bottle of much needed whiskey was easily located. A highball glass, a perfectly square chunk of ice, and a stiff pour had you sighing in relief.

The night had been taxing to say the least. You had returned at the behest of your family to discuss an important matter. You were hopeful this would be a reconciliation of sorts and looked forward to telling them you were being transferred back to the area. The night had begun smoothly enough but as dinner progressed it became increasingly more obvious that the “important matter” was your need to move up in the world or marry well to stop embarrassing them all. You were a stain on the family reputation, the reprobate that chose to follow your heart rather than the family dictates.

Your musings are interrupted by a voice from above, “Ahoy there!”

Your eyes widen as you recognize the voice as smooth as the drink in your hand. You down the liquid contents and grab the bottle before taking the stairs up.

“Ahoy yourself,” you smirk as your eyes light on the handsome face of Frank Adler.

“Well, if the prodigal daughter hasn’t returned,” Frank smiles as he looks you over.

“Yup,” you pop the 'p' while pouring yourself another glass of the amber liquid.

“Shouldn’t you be home having a fancy dinner?”

“Been there, done that, and lost my appetite. Besides whiskey is a perfectly acceptable alternative to turkey,” you sip from your glass while studying him over the rim. Making up your mind, you smile at him, “Care to join me?”

“Permission to come aboard?” Frank raises a playful eyebrow.

“Granted,” you turn away coyly and return below. As expected, he follows you. “How have you been, my fellow prodigal?”

"Missing you mostly," Frank quips.

"Awwww, be still my heart," you sass back.

"How about you? Where have you been?" Frank's voice turned more serious as he found a seat on the couch and watched you fix his drink.

"Got away, finished school, found a job, and lived my life on my own terms. Not anyone else's. It's been great," you hand him the glass and sit next to him.

"What brings you back to town then?" Frank raises an eyebrow.

"My family asked me to visit. I hoped this would be a reconciliation but not so much," you shrug and then change the subject. "How's Mary?"

Frank gives a genuine smile, "She is a little sasshole."

"Sasshole?" You laugh. "Must take after her uncle."

"Definitely," Frank grins and launches into an explanation of Mary's college classes, girl scout troop, and growth as both a prodigy and a kid.

"Sounds like she's doing amazing," you study him over the rim of your glass. He looks the same, maybe somehow even more handsome than you remember. You’d always been so attracted to him but you knew his reputation and you were sure you had never been his type.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I'm, uh, I'm moving back."

"Why? Your parents?" Frank’s brows knit together.

"No, I got a job offer. It's a dream job and I can't pass up the opportunity. Even if it is here," you explain.

"What happened tonight?" Frank asks the question he's had on the tip of his tongue since he first saw you. He knew you being here alone could only mean one thing.

"Same thing that always happens, Frank. I'm a stain on the family's pristine reputation. I need to move up or marry up in the world and stop embarrassing them with the demeaning work I do." You shake your head at the absurdity of it all.

"Your family is a piece of work," he shakes his head and shifts a little closer to you.

"Tell me about it " you roll your eyes.

"Of course, you know about mine. No room to talk."

You laugh and salute him with your glass, eyeing him as he leans in closer.

"You could always start dating me. That would give them another reason to look down on you," Frank winks.

"Oh no, they'd love that. Evelyn Adler's son! The brother of the brilliant mathematician that solved Navier-Stokes. What excellent stock to produce grandchildren from," you roll your eyes.

"Are you serious?" Franks asks incredulously.

"I don't know," you shrug.

"Is that why you were never interested in me?"

"What?" Your confused stare makes him chuckle.

"I mean, you always kept me at arms length. We'd always talk but you rarely flirted back whenever I saw you at Ferg's," Frank elbows you playfully.

"Pfft, you never flirted with me. Besides, you were looking for a one-nighter and that's not my style. You knew that," you look down at your glass, a little embarrassed.

"What if I had wanted more than that?" Frank asks.

"Frank, we both know that the only person you could commit to then was Mary. She took up your whole life except for Friday nights. That's all you had to give to anyone."

"Yeah," Frank sips his drink while staring into the distance. "Yeah, that's true. Still true in some ways."

"Just some ways?" You raise your eyebrow and shift a little closer to him.

"Yeah. Mary still takes up most of my time but…" he trails off, looking away.

"But what?" You prompt, forcing his gaze back to yours.

"But now I'm ready. I want to have the same person on those Friday nights. Eventually, in between Friday nights, too."

"What? Frank Adler is ready to commit!?!" You tease him.

"Yeah, I am," Frank scratches the back of his neck as if a little bit embarrassed.

"Anyone made the cut?"

"I was dating a teacher, Mary's teacher, for a while but it didn't really pan out."

"Sounds complicated," your lips twist.

"It was,” Frank chuckles.

"What about now?"

"Hadn't really been anyone who caught my attention until recently," Frank’s gaze makes your stomach drop.

"Do tell. Who's caught your eye recently?" You ask.

"Old acquaintance. Showed up out of nowhere. I hear she might even be moving back to town soon."

"Frank," you roll your eyes at his insinuation, trying to hide how you really feel.

"You really never realized I was flirting with you?"

"You never flirted with me!" Your mouth gapes in disbelief.

"Only every single time I saw you," Frank looks at you with raised eyebrows.

"No, you… We were just friends. You never-" cutting yourself off, you look back on the times over the years you ran into Frank. He was always sweet, solicitous but not flirtatious. He always complimented you but it was just him being nice. He- shit, you realize what an idiot you are. Frank seems to see the realization on your face and smirks.

"It's not Friday. Where is Mary?" You ask suddenly.

Frank seems caught off guard by the question,"Uh, Roberta has her for the night so I could work late. I needed to have that boat repair done by the morning. Why?"

Draining your glass and setting it on the table, you lean into Frank. His arms immediately go around you. Putting your lips close to his you say quietly, "It's not Friday so I won't be one of your Friday Night girls."

Frank looks at you with a grin, "Shouldn't I take you on a date first? If we're gonna do this right?"

"Frank," you say coyly, "we're the renegades. We do things our own way. Sometimes completely backwards."

"I have some backwards moves I can show you," he teases, nudging your nose with his.

You straighten, smile at him, and begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Then let's get started."

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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the kissing booth

summary: mary sets you and frank up

pairing: frank adler x teacher!reader

word count: 941

warnings: meet cute, maybe a little awkward, let's not question why there's a kissing booth at a school fair, mary being her genius self, frank's pov

a/n: here is day 8 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt meeting each other at a kissing booth!! thanks to your local gifted fanatic @pellucid-constellations for telling me this is not, in fact, a pile of shit. enjoy <3

Mary was on a mission, apparently. She had been acting suspicious since they got out of the car, and Frank had a feeling she was plotting something. As she pulled him through the school fair without even stopping to say hello to her friends, he knew he was in trouble.

Especially when she stopped right in front of the one booth he would have avoided all night if not for her. The Kissing Booth.

She bounced on her toes, smiling up at him innocently as she dragged him into the line, and he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to peer through the crowd and get a glimpse of who was working.

His heart did a little stutter when he saw it was you standing behind the rickety wood. You were Mary’s 2nd grade teacher, new to the school, and Mary had not so subtly been trying to get Frank to ask you out since the start of the year.

It started with her bringing you up nearly every day, talking about how pretty and nice and clearly single you were, which Frank promptly ignored because he wasn’t about to be set up by an eight year old. Then she conveniently left the computer open to your staff profile on the school’s website. And when that still didn’t work, she printed out your picture and stuck it on his door, complete with red hearts drawn around your face.

So, yeah, Frank shouldn’t have been surprised that this is where her plotting ended up, and he should definitely have gotten out of line before he actually had to talk to you and fall right into Mary’s trap. But looking at you interacting with all the kids, giving them a peck on the cheek and watching with bright amusement as they ran away giggling, was mesmerizing.

Then suddenly he was right in front of you and it was too late to get out of the whole ordeal. And Mary looked absolutely pleased with herself from where she stood just off to the side of the booth.

“Hi, you must be Frank,” you said, sticking your hand out across the slab of wood for him to shake. “Mary has talked about you. A lot.”

You gave Mary a little side eye, and it was apparent that she was working on setting you all up from both ends.

“Likewise.” His legs wobbled at the feel of your hand in his, and he could smell the floral perfume you were wearing. Maybe Mary had a point.

There were a few awkward seconds where you both continued to stare at each other, still shaking hands, without saying a word. Frank didn’t know how long he could have looked into your eyes like that, but Mary not-so-subtly cleared her throat and you both jumped back just a hair, realizing what you were doing.

He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, content with just stuffing a few bills in the jar on the makeshift counter and taking Mary wherever she wanted to go next, but you wouldn’t let him walk away.

“At least let me give you a kiss on the cheek,” you insisted. “You paid for it after all.”

Was that flirting? Were you flirting with him right now? Mary was going to be riding this high until she graduated.

He sighed playfully. “I guess I can do that. Wouldn’t want you to lose your job.”

You giggled at that and his heart soared. He wasn’t willing to dissect the reason you caused him to act like he was back in grade school, so he turned his head, waiting for your soft lips to meet his cheek.

But as you leaned across the counter, barely an inch away from his skin, Mary called his name urgently. His head jerked in her direction and instead of a peck on the cheek, your lips collided with his.

Neither of you moved for a moment, shocked into stillness. He shouldn’t be doing this - not with Mary’s teacher, not at her school fair - but he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss the slightest bit. You relaxed into him, clearly reciprocating, before pulling away with a smile.

“Well now every customer is going to be expecting that.” You sounded a little dazed, and he definitely wasn’t any better.

“I’m hoping I’m special.” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he could immediately feel the blush spread across his face. “I mean -”

“Trust me, no one else is going to be getting that kind of service.” Your smile was infectious and, even with his face still burning hot, Frank couldn’t help but return it.

All of a sudden he felt a tiny kick to the back of his leg, and turned to see one of Mary’s classmates standing behind him with a scowl on his face.

“Get a move on, buddy. We all wanna talk to Miss L/N.” And, okay, the line was getting pretty long. Frank held up his hands in apology, turning to tell you goodbye before he pulled Mary away.

When he faced you again, you had reached into your bag below the counter, grabbing a marker and his hand, and scrawled something into his skin.

“Maybe Mary has a point,” was all you said before waving him off, greeting the student with another dazzling smile.

“What did she write?” Mary asked. “I bet it was her number.”

Sure enough, there were 10 digits on the back of his hand, and when he turned to look at you again, you just gave him a wink.

Maybe Mary did have a point.

#frank adler #frank adler fic #frank adler x reader #frank x reader #gifted #gifted movie #chris evans #sweet summer blurbs #tiff writes #the kissing booth

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 4 months

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The Notebook: Masterlist

Summary:

Summers in Cape Cod are a pain in the ass for Frank. He never liked them, but at the same time it brought money to the business.

Rose Belanfort from the The Belanfort Whiskey Company and and the.biggest Publishing company of the same name. Growing up, she had everything. Went to the most prestige Catholic Prepatory school.

Summers were spent at Cape Cod. Where she spent her times at the beach, parties and her cousins.

One night she went to a Fair and there she met a boy that would change her life.

Prologue

#frank adler fic #frank adler #frank adler x og character #frank adler x original character

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Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 1)

(aka: how steve and frank would fuck you after a few drinks)

Steve:

Steve’s never been one for PDA—nearly five months since you’ve started ‘going steady,’ but he’s still so polite about touching you, always keeping his hands to himself when you’re out together in public.

But all that changes with a few sips of Asgardian mead at an Avengers soirée, which gives him a high he hasn’t had the luxury of feeling since 1941.

It’s that point in the night when the party’s starting to wind down—just a small circle of friends gathered around Tony’s living room, jostling about who’s worthy enough to lift Thor’s hammer.

You’re sat next to Steve on the far end of the couch, amused by the group’s shenanigans. You laugh along at all the right cues, chin in hand as you butt in with a witty comment here and there. Meanwhile, Steve can’t focus on anyone else but you, eyes zeroing in on your smile, the way those red lips stretch around the rim of your glass. The soft curves of your body under that little black dress as you cross your legs, leaning innocently into his side.

With your attention still on the rest of the group, the alcohol encourages him venture out a little. Careful fingers skim across the top of your knee, a quick brush of his calloused knuckles against your thigh.

You miss it the first few times, but when his hand starts to inch closer and closer up the hem of your dress you turn to look at him, brows raised. You immediately notice the difference in his energy—eyes relaxed, head resting against the back of the couch as a lazy smile ghosts his soft lips.

Steve, you okay? You murmur away from the group, head cocked to one side.

Hmm? mmhm. He’s barely nodding, clearly distracted by something else.

You frown, about to follow up, when a loud crash from the group makes you jump—Tony’s ingenious plans to lift the hammer using the suit had backfired (literally), the propulsion from his glove blasting him all the way across the room.

The whole group starts groaning at the damage of the crash, and that’s when you feel Steve’s grip on your knee suddenly tighten. With everyone else distracted, he leans forward, hot breath teasing the shell of your ear as he whispers:

Can we go home?

You’re a little wide-eyed and breathless when it finally sinks in. One look at the way his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip, his eyes shamelessly dragging down the outlines of your dress, and you’re shouting some incoherent excuse about an early morning to the rest of the group, grabbing his hand, and dragging his ass out of there.

He can’t keep his hands off of you in the back of the Uber, and as soon as the apartment door closes shut, he sleuths off all pretense of modesty, any sliver of chivalry he was holding onto at the party.

Steve, what’s gotten into you? Is this that stuff you were drinking at the party?

You’re laughing because he can’t seem to get you out of your dress fast enough, painfully hard beneath you as you run your fingers through his tussled hair, straddling him on the couch.

Dunno. haven’t…

He huffs out a breath, brows furrowed, pupils blown wide.

…haven’t ffelt like this in a while.

Hands dragging up and down your sides, his lips worship every inch of your body. And you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating the moment he leans up to your ear, murmuring oh-so-gently:

Want you to ride me.

Please.

Brand fucking new, for Steve to voice his needs like that. You pull back, resting a hand against his chest, and he stares up at you like you’re the only person he’s ever known, completely exposed and defenseless. His heart thumps erratically under your fingertips—a reminder of his mortality, that he’s still just a man. Your man.

You keep him underneath you all night, teasing mercilessly until he’s a groaning, panting mess underneath you—cheeks flushed, hips bucking, nails gripping at the upholstery. He can’t do anything but take it, head rolling against the back of the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock, grinding slow and hard, coming to a complete halt before speeding back up.

And he’s grinning like an idiot the whole time.

F-fuck, you feel… you feel so good, a-always so good.

God, I love you.

He’s a stuttering mess when you finally let him come, a string of broken syllables that spell out your name.

When he rushes up to kiss you, you grin against his mouth, closing a gentle hand around his neck. Your index finger slides over to his pulse point, just to the right of his Adam’s apple, tapping in time with the rhythm of a heart that only beats for you.

Frank:

Frank drinks when he’s pissed. And today’s just been… one of those days. Repair went south on a boat he’s been working on for weeks, and he was called into Mary’s school (for the third time this month) because she’d snuck her laptop in her bag and got into a fight over it at recess.

He’s just dropped Mary off to stay at Roberta’s (after a lengthy conversation about ‘keeping that damn laptop at home’). On the drive back, he’s gripping the steering wheel hard enough to leave indents because all he can think about right now is you, you, you.

He returns to an empty house, and it takes him a few bottles of liquid courage before he’s shakily looking up your name in his short list of contacts, texting you five simple words:

Can you come over tonight?

Like a dog to a whistle, you’re there in under 10.

He yanks open the door after the first knock, his lips swallowing your soft greeting as he kisses you fiercely, wasting no time as he pulls you into his bedroom.

Calloused hands drag down your hips, squeezing your ass before he slides your jeans off, pushing you onto the bed. Kissing his way up your neck, lips hovering over your jaw as heavy breaths warm up your skin.

Frank, you alright? W-what’s going on?

You slow him down, fingers grasping at the short hairs on his nape.

He nods against the crook of your neck, pulling back with a quiet sigh.

Yeah, m’fine, I just….

He’s never been great with words, but the familiar strain in his eyes tells you all you need to know. Cupping his face in both hands, you pull him back down, and his grateful lips respond to yours with fervor. His arm moves south, palm warm and heavy against your sex as he cups your mound. Drags his fingers against the wet patch on your panties until you’re arching into his touch and mewling against his mouth.

He’s desperate too, practically throbbing by the time he hastily shucks his boxers down and reaches for a condom in the bedside drawer. His hands are shaking, unable to tear his eyes away from you—your naked form sprawled on top of his sheets, fingers drawing lazy circles over your clit as you smile up at him.

And when he finally sinks into your heat, it’s the first time in days the noise in his brain goes silent.

He fills his mind, instead, with images of you.

Your coquettish grin, delicate lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks as you blink up at him.

I’m all yours, baby.

Whatever you want.

You bring his hand up to your face, rubbing your cheek against his palm. Soft, pink lips mold around the tip of his thumb as you suck gently, circling your tongue over the tip, and it sends him over the edge.

With one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, he drives into you, deep. Hits that one spot inside you that’s got your pretty eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Fuck, yes. Right there, don’t stop.

Shit—m’not, not gonna last.

Let go for me, baby, I've got you.

He cums with a low groan, collapsing forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out. When the aftershocks pass, you let him stay there for a while, fingers caressing the back of his neck while you listen to his breathing even out.

He rolls off of you, mumbling a quiet apology, embarrassment etched into his brows as he lets out a low chuckle.

Didn’t mean to jump you as soon as you got here.

Your chest heaves with laughter as you turn to the side, pink lips stretched into a wicked grin as you look at him dead in the eye.

Frank, never apologize for fucking me like that.

And despite everything that’s gone wrong that day, your words send butterflies to the pit of his stomach, making him blush like he’s a high schooler on prom night.

He’s only known you for a couple months now, and you’re a few years younger—vibrant and affectionate in ways that make him feel guilty on most days. And even though he’s asked to ‘keep things casual’ because ‘he’s not exactly in the best place to commit to a relationship,’ he knows from the light behind your eyes that it’s time.

He asks you out for lunch the very next day.

author's note: gahh this was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! remember to drink responsibly kidz!!! If you do drink, reply&lmk what kind of drunk you are (handsy, loud, sad, etc) I’m trying to see something lol

also working on a pt.2 w/ ransom+andy but lmk if you'd like to see any other characters!

(update: read pt. 2 here!)

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lives-in-midgard · 4 months

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Fic Recommendation

On this Masterlist you can find some of my favorite fanfictions I've read recently. Some of them are older ones that I found and some are new ones. Let's show those amazing writers some love and enjoy their storys.

P.S: I'm gonna make a Christmas recommendation Masterlist as well because I have read some great stories!

Bucky Barnes:

A Slip of the Tongue by @antiquarianfics

Bracelet by @sergeantbarnessdoll

My favorite piece of art by @nicoline1998enilocin

Wonder What It Was Like by @questionableratatouille00

Check Yes or No by @navybrat817

Words and Consequences by @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Can't sleep by @sebastianstanisahotmf

Smiles and Smooches by @aikaterini-drag

Lovers by @sleepypanda27

Steve Rogers:

Dancing in the street by @nicoline1998enilocin

First Kiss Since 1945 by @sergeantbarnessdoll

Overlooked by @sebastianstanisahotmf

Kissing Booth by @buckys-wintersoldier

Yelena Belova:

Cheesy pickup lines by @alotofpockets

Loki:

Period- Headcanon by @lokisbiiiitch1993

A Second Chance by @lokisbiiiitch1993

Andy Barber:

All these years by @nicoline1998enilocin

Frank Adler:

"Never heard you laugh before" by @buckys-wintersoldier

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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imagine giving professor!cevans head under his desk while he’s talking to another teacher

imagine professor/student teacher!drew and you not so subtly flirting with eachother and then one day he just asks you to stay behind to “talk about grades”

😵‍💫😵‍💫

You do not have my permission to repost my fics! These are MINE and mine only! :) You can reblog! Every reblog is appreciated!

*Adding another request: The reader and chris are having a affair she tells him it either her or his wife.

*Loosely based off of 'Teacher's Pet' by Melanie Martinez

"Enjoy your weekend, folks. Don't forget your papers are due Tuesday!" Chris announced to the class and you took your time packing your things, standing up as the last student left the room. You smirk to yourself and Chris closed his door, heading to his office inside the classroom.

You followed behind, your mouth softly in a frown as the office was empty. You jumped as the door slammed behind you, Chris pressing you against the door as he roughly kissed you. You dropped your bag and held his face, Chris's hand touching your thigh and you hum.

"You're such a tease, you know that? You're wearing a skirt, with no shorts underneath it? Like I told you to?" He mumbled against your neck, pulling his hand up your thigh and brushing his pinky over your underwear, and you shivered. "I might have to fail you for that, my dear"

"You wouldn't dare. I thought fucking the professor got you straight As?" You smirk and he holds your hair with his fist, making you look at him and you hiss.

"Not when you tease them and disobey them after they give you very specific rules to follow" He growled in your ear, biting your earlobe. You hum and held his elbows, Chris taking you to his desk and sitting you on it, Chris sitting in his desk chair and licking his lips slowly as you spread your legs in front of him.

Chris leaned forward, hand holding under your knees as his warm tongue pressed against your underwear. You let out a breath and ran your fingers through his hair, your leg over his shoulder as he pulled your underwear off your hips and groaning as his mouth wrapped around your clit.

Chris's tongue pressed flat against your pussy, drinking every drop of you and pushing his tongue into you. Your body laid back against his desk, holding onto the edge of the desk and moaning. You knocked a few things off his desk, including the picture of Chris, his wife, their two kids and Dodger. You didn’t feel right about what you two were doing, but the way his tongue licked your clit you forgot all about the ring on his finger.

Chris slapped his hand over your mouth as he stood up, sliding two of his fingers into you and looking at you with dark eyes. “Shut your whore mouth before anyone hears us, understood?”

“Y-yes sir” You bit your lip and he pulled away from you, unzipping his pants. You smile as you watch him pull his cock, but it quickly drops as you both heard a knock on the door. You quickly scramble underneath his desk, Chris scooting far into the desk and cleaning up his desk.

“Come in” He says and pretends to grade. The door opened and a voice greets him. “Ah, Professor Anderson, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, I thought you had a student in here” You could practically hear how hard your stomach dropped. “A student told me they saw someone come in here with you”

“No, a student asked me about a grade and left shortly after. No one in here but me and my pen” He cracks a joke and you roll your eyes, looking at his hard cock and drooling. You smirk and lean forward, sliding your tongue along his cock.

“That’s actually why i’m here, I wanted to ask you..” The words trailed off in your mind as you worked your mouth around his cock. You laughed to yourself as Chris stumbled on his words as your mouth sucked his balls with your hand pumping his tip.

"If you need anything else, give me a call" Chris says and the woman chuckles and you roll your eyes. You pulled away from Chris and watched from a little hole in the desk her feet turn and the tips of her shoes hit the picture frame on the floor. She bent over to display her ass and you wanted to jump her.

"This was on the floor, beautiful family" She says and your eyes fell, closing your eyes and shaking her words as she walked out the door. Chris got up to lock the door and you stood up, putting yourself together again and gathering your things.

"I can't believe you did.. what are you doing? Hey, I'm talking to you!" Chris grabbed your shoulder and you pushed his hand off as you put your bag on your shoulder, Chris fixing himself.

"Don't, Chris" You huff and he knits his eyebrow.

"What happened? Was it Anderson? She's just desperate I don't want her, I want you" He holds your cheek and you look at him.

"Then leave her! You want to be with me forever, you take me to your beach house, take me on nice dinner dates, I've had it" You drop your bag, teeth gritting together. "You say I'm so special, then prove it. Tell her you're leaving her, and you be with me" Your eyes darted back and forth in his as he thought.

"It's not that easy, honey" Chris whispered and you pushed past him, and he grabs your wrist.

"Let go of me!" You shout and he puts his hands on his hips, leaning on his left side. "Me or her.. choose wisely" You slam the door behind you and Chris took the picture frame, throwing it at the wall and the glass shatters, as well as the frame.

He was fucked.

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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Flowers of Waverley Road: You Can Have It All - Frank X Lavender Masterlist

Needy and touched starved. The baby of the family, and everyone had moved on, and left you alone in the giant mansion. Homeschooled, and unable to travel, you are literally always alone. Left to wander the halls and dream about actually seeing the world. Heavy security detail whenever you leave the grounds. You father didn’t think about the builders Ari and Frank who had come to work on the house. What starts off as teasing Ari, leads into something completely different with Frank. A man just as touch starved as you, and one that is willing to hide you away from the harsh and cruel world of the mafia.

*This story is part of a larger Universe*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this is a mafia AU, and will feature themes of violence, arranged marriage, running away, neediness, D/s dynamics, lies, schemes, and conspiracy. Please read ALL warnings before proceeding. And as always minors DNI.

#flowers of waverley road #frank adler #frank adler x reader #frank adler x fem!reader #frank adler x y/n #frank adler x you #frank adler fanfiction #frank adler fics #frank adler fic #chris evans #mafia au

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 (ma papillon)

valentine's day masterlist - tinsel tunes

summary - frank shyly asks if you'd do something with him for valentine's day.

warning - slight angst, fluff.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Frank shyly moves toward you, his tiny hands reaching up as he begins tugging the hem of your dress, gaining your attention softly. “M–mrs Claus, c–can we please go out to pick some fruit and watch the butterflies?” You look down at him in awe, staring at his adorable wide eyes and the cutest little pout on his face, never having seen Frank so shy.

“Of course, sweetie. C’mon, let’s go.” You pick him up and place him on your shoulder, giggling as you feel him nuzzle into your neck. His tiny little face lit up as he noticed how high he was, his little hands wrapped around your neck as he held on. You head outside, and toward the little garden, you had started when you had gotten to the North Pole. It’s one place where all the elves are happy to help. It’s a peaceful place for all.

You kneel, gently placing Frank into the soil where the fresh fruit is. The two of you begin to harvest it, dropping the fruit into the basket nearby. Frank proudly shows the fruit he’s picked. Each time he’d manage to pull one off, he’d turn and thrust it toward you with a giant smile on his face, blushing when you’d praise him.

As time flies by, you and Frank relax back and watch the beautiful butterflies fill the room, smiling at the pretty colours that flutter by. Frank points, talking to you about the many different names he’s given them. “That one is Winnie! Because he’s orange with some red! A–and that one is called Tulip! Because it reminds me of the flower!”

You smile, watching him as he gets happier and happier. “That one is Franklin! I named him after myself because he’s the most adventurous!” He looks at you and smiles, cheeks turning a rosy pink when he notices you’ve been staring at him. “What? Did I do something?”

“No, sweetie. I’ve just noticed how adorable and caring you actually are. This was a lovely day, and I enjoyed spending time with you.” You lean down and plant a soft kiss on the top of his head, causing him to hide his face, giggling as he does so.

thank you for reading!

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astheskycries · 1 year

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Friday Night

Date Night has a bit of excitement when an old flame introduces herself to your boyfriend.

Masterlist Buy Me a Coffee

A small little drabble! There’s a mini sequel I’ll work on posting next Friday, but until then I hope you enjoy 💕

“Now,” Frank crouches in front of Mary, blue eyes serious as he meets hers. “You’re at Roberta’s until?”

“Noon tomorrow,” She sings.

“That’s right,” He says, and I know he’s smiling a bit- the small, subtle way he always does that never fails to melt my heart when it comes to him and his niece. “Now, (Y/N) and I are going to Ferg’s and then coming home. We’re going to take you and Roberta out for lunch.” He glances at her. “If she lets me?”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re buying me lunch?” He tilts his head, keeping that little smirk as Mary giggles and smiles up at her. “Fine,” She sighs. “But it’s brunch.”

“Deal,” Frank smiles, and Mary hugs him tight before slipping away. He smiles, watching him go, and I can’t help but giggle, trying to clamp it as he turns with raised eyebrows. “And what are you laughing at?”

[[MORE]]

I clear my throat. “Me? I’m not laughing at all.”

He hums, slowly stalking closer. “Ohh?” I giggle, dipping my head, and he gently tips my chin up, lips still tipped in that smirk. “You’re a terrible liar.”

I flush. “Oh yeah?” I whisper, glancing at his lips- dangerously close, not enough for me to sneak a kiss- before meeting his eyes again. “I don't think so.” He chuckles, leaning in, but I slip away before he can make contact despite wanting nothing more than his lips on mine. “So, dinner? Drinks?”

Frank chuckles, knowing what I’m up to. “If you can handle it,”

I smile, winking. “Can you?”

***

I smile as Frank lifts two fingers, still unused to him being in a bar. It's so easy to forget him visiting every week- almost daily when Evelyn came to try to take Mary- and coming home with more women.

Now he doesn't really go out to drink alone, always wanting to spend the time with you and include you in the wrestling matches and movie nights, occasionally testing his boats and taking Mary and Fred to the beach.

“Frank?” An unfamiliar voice asks, and you turn to see a beautiful woman watching him. “Hey! I haven't seen you since…”

He takes a long drink. “I remember you! You’re…” He shakes his finger as if trying to remember, but you know that game.

She smiles, and you blink, missing her name. “That's me! You know,” She leans in front of him, making you bristle. “That was one of the best nights of my life…”

“That's very kind of you,” He sets his beer down, still not looking at her. “But I’m on a date.”

She laughs once. “You don't date.”

I lean around. “And you don't either. You can't judge someone and ignore your own shortcomings.”

Her eyes narrow. “Maybe you should accept how pathetic you are for throwing yourself at him.”

“Hey.” Frank says coldly, turning to her. “That's enough. You need to respect my girlfriend. Is that clear?”

She glares before spinning, storming out, and I swallow nervously before drinking my beer. “She seems nice.”

He shakes his head, irritated. “No. Pathetic.” He tilts his head, studying me. “I think I wanna head home. Show you something.”

I can't help but smile. “Sounds perfect.”

***

I slowly open my eyes to find myself pinned to Frank’s solid chest, smiling as I remember making love over and over and rolling in the sheets together. I kiss his throat tenderly, and he hums, “Don't tempt me so early in the morning, I won't be able to say no.”

I giggle, smiling against his skin. “Maybe that was the plan,” I tease.

He growls, rolling and pinning me down, eyes dark as I giggle. “We still have time.”

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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HI, could you write about frank adler being a single (again) uncle and meets a new female bartender, reader in his usual bar. Both of them hit it off and started dating for about two months. frank introduced her to his niece, mary

Put it on my Tab

Making his way into his usual, Fergs, on a quiet Thursday night, Frank didn’t expect anything different. Place still looked the same; dimly lit with neon bar signs covering the walls and the smell of old beer. It felt like a second home, predictable, familiar and warm (due to the fact that they haven’t gotten that goddamn AC fixed). He settled onto the counter, head lowered waiting for his usual to appear magically in front of him like always.

“What can I getcha?” The voice wasnt from the usual gritty bar manager. For one it was feminine, young and perky.

Frank couldn’t help his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. Sure they’ve hired pretty girls before but they usually didn’t last the week trying to keep up with demand while also hindering the advances of regulars. So how a beautiful <your hair colour> in a white tank top and denim short shorts was still here was a mystery to Frank.

“Umm yeah hi can I just get umm.. just a..” he stumbled on his words trying to avoid your questioning gaze.

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

You undid the cap on the edge of the bar, Frank holding out his hand expectantly but you held the bottle away from him, holding it just above your shoulder. Raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

“And…” You slowly inched it towards the bar top.

“Thank you.” It was becoming increasingly clear to him how you have survived here. You don’t put up with shit.

You placed the beer in front of him “Manners..” you trailed

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

“Yes.” You smiled down at him from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” He said outwardly.

“Working.”

“Oh I see that. I meant what is someone like YOU doing HERE?"

“What is someone like me… exactly?” You placed your palms on the bar, leaning into him closer.

He took a long swig of his drink. Sighing in contentment at the taste.

“Too smart to be a bar maid, too classy for Coors beer and way too pretty for a place like this.”

You looked around at the empty bar with a few drunk stragglers. Taking the beer from his hands you took a long swing. “I am never too good for Coors beer.”

Frank let out a low whistle “That’s good to know.”

“I’m Frank by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip.

“So when do you get off?” He smirked devilishy.

“So she’s not like other kids.” Frank looked over at you, peering over his sunglasses.

“What do you considered “other kids”…”

“She spends a lot of time with adults so she talks a bit differently.”

You shrug “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s got a good uncle.” He grabbed your hand, placing it under his as he moved the gear shift.

“She just takes a while to warm up to people so I just don’t want you to be discouraged.”

“Frank, she doesn’t bite.” You waved him off.

“No she grew out of that 2 years ago.” He joked with you.

He pulled into the driveway of their humble abode. Paint falling off the rackety old porch framed by the half dead grass from a hot blazing summer. You loved it. It was Frank, imperfect yet homey.

You got out of his truck and waited for him to lead towards the screen door with an obvious hole that had been scratched out by a cat desperate to decide when and where they go.

Hearing the sound of car doors being shut, Roberta made her way out. Taking one look at you, she stopped in her tracks, placing a

hand on her hip.

“Well my goodness you are prettier than he described.”

“Why thank you Miss Taylor.” You let her embrace you in warm tight hug.

Her chin resting on your shoulder, she raised her eyes in excitement at Frank behind you.

“Alright break it up you two.” He pulled you back into his side.

“Thanks for watching her.” He gave the woman a warm smile.

“Anytime, now I gotta go but it was lovely to meet you and hey don’t take what she says to heart… she takes a while to warm up.”

“I’ve been told! Hopefully this goes well and I’ll be seeing more of you.” She gave you and Frank both a quick kiss to the cheek.

“You ready?” He whispered in your ear as you both stood in front of the door separating you from your make or break meeting.

You readjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, taking a deep breath “Ready.” With that he pushed open the screen.

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.”

You both walked into the living room where the young girl sat, mindlessly stacking lego blocks on the floor, ignoring the calls of her uncle.

“Hi Mary, I’m-“ You started to introduce yourself in your high pitched little kid voice.

“Did he pick you up at Fergs?” She said dryly.

“Close! I work at Fergs.” You gave a tense smile.

“That’s a stark change isn’t it Frank?”

“Mary!” He scolded.

You placed your hand on his shoulder mouthing it’s okay as you walked a little closer towards her.

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

“I’ve gotten “baby Einstein” once or twice.” She replied, not looking up from the floor.

“I was thinking more Hypatia.” She stopped her movements, looking up at you for the first time quizzically.

“Whose that?”

“Oh you don’t know who Hypatia was?” You said in faux shock.

She shook her head.

“Huh… well for one she was a girl…” You stalked towards her, plopping down on the mat beside her.

Pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees. Her lack of running away was a good start so you went on…

“She was a mathematician in ancient Egypt back in a time were only men were allowed to do math.”

“Women can do math too!” She piped up, brows furrowed.

“Oh I agree! Well she figured out a way for ships to navigate and I think I have… oh here it is!” You reached into your bag, pulling out a thick book on the ancient academic that you had secretly brought for her.

It was brand new with a glossy cover and you threw it around your trailer a couple of times beforehand to make it look worn and read. You had read it of course but maths wasn’t really your thing, the history of women on the other hand… you were always down.

“Can I please see?” She looked up at you with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, desperate to flick through the pages.

“Yeah you can have it. I already read it. I’m onto Beyond Good and Evil now.”

“By Friedrich Nietzsche?” She smiled at the common interest found.

You nodded, eyes widened at her.

She looked up at Frank; “I like this one.”

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two in amazement. No one got Mary besides him and Roberta but now he’s starting to think that no one had tried like you. No one bothered to listen when he’d tell them that talk of Barbies and pink nail polish didnt get her interested. That she was pulling thick academia books from the shelf at age 4, desperate to absorb the knowledge they held. How she wanted to be talked to like an equal or better yet be given the materials to have what she so desperately craved. Have someone listen, guide her, talk to her as she was and not try and dumb things down. And here you were, making her eyes light up and hanging on your every word.

“Good. I’ll leave you two to it then I guess.” He said simply tapping the frame before making his way into the kitchen to prepare his two girls a snack. Smiling like an idiot. Yeah you were a keeper.

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Chapter 6: Solitude

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David's fist hit the Hyena soldier's face hard. The man shook his head trying to dispel the pain, his hands were tied to the armrests of the chair. He smiled, showing his bloody teeth.

"That was a good one." He mentioned it as if nothing had happened, as if David hadn't ended up breaking his nose with a single blow. "I have to admit, you're getting better at this. Is it because of the fury? Is it getting bigger and bigger as time goes on?" The Hyena tried to keep his eyes up, observing his tormentor.

David's eyes sparkled with anger. It had been a tough few days, knocking down every Hyena control center and base throughout Washington door by door, and they had finally found the Hyenas' main base. They killed everyone except one soldier, who was now tied to a chair, being interrogated. Still there was no sign of the leader.

Harper was in the corner of the room, his back against the wall and his arms crossed. Waiting for David to finish his turn or get tired. But he had been beating that son of a bitch for hours and he didn't seem tired. Harper was starting to get worried about his best friend. Dave wasn't sleeping, he wasn't eating, and yet he didn't show any signs of tiredness. It was as if he had become Section again, that perfect soldier who accomplished his goal no matter the cost. But David's eyes were not the same as before, they radiated anger, but Harper knew that those emotions only hid sadness, heartbreak and guilt. David's relationship with his daughter was very close, Harper could even say that it was vital for David. Abby was practically the only thing keeping David afloat after his wife and Woods died, if Abby had died the day Menendez shot her. Harper feared for what had become of his friend.

He didn't blame him, he felt the same way. The possibility that Abby would never be found broke his heart. Maybe he was better at hiding it than Dave. Harper took refuge in work. Now that the President was missing someone had to organize the Wolves.

Another blow hit that Hyena's face. This one was so strong that it even knocked over the chair. The man laughed again. "This one was even better!"

David was starting to get fed up with that psychopathic man, he even started to think that he was a masochist or something like that. He spent hours hitting him and he would just laugh or make worthless comments.

Section approached him and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket.

"Where are they?" Mason spat angrily.

"Do you know… the true definition of insanity?" He asked the same question he asked Abby before Varl, his boss, threw her into the river tied to a rock. But David ignored him and hit him again. His knuckles were bloody, he didn't even know if that blood was his or the Hyena's.

He turned to Harper "Bring the wires and the battery."

Harper nodded and walked away for a moment, leaving David and the Hyena alone.

The man tilted his head and smiled sideways. "I like that sparkle in your eyes. Despair suits you my friend." He sighed without removing his smile. "But it's okay, I will be kind to you. I will show you that I can be a kind person too. Since you are such loyal soldiers to your country..." the man spoke mockingly. "Alright, puppy... you better put your ears up because I'm only going to say it once." The Hyena began to say "You're wasting your time. The president is found wrapped in a bag and rotting somewhere in the sewers of Washington with a hole between her eyes. So... You're welcome... I've saved you a lot of time."

David's eyes were wide, processing the information. That asshole was saying that they had killed the last president of the United States of America. David cursed silently, they had arrived too late. That was a complete disaster.

"Motherfucker..." David punched him with all his might, this time, some teeth bouncing on the ground. "And what about the girl? Where is she?!" David grabbed the man by the neck and shook him hard.

It took the man a few seconds to realize who David was asking. His smile went from mocking to evil.

"The little girl? Oh! I remember. She held on like a champ... She was tied to this same chair for two days, she didn't scream at any time, she has my respect... Why are you asking about her? Is she someone? important? Is she the president's daughter? Or maybe your colleague's over there?" The tortured man studied David's expression. "No... she's your daughter..."

"Where is she…?!" David repeated, growling as if he were going to rip out his jugular with a single bite.

"Why don't you start looking at the bottom of the Potomac River? Maybe you'll find it–"

The man couldn’t finish the sentence, the sound of a gunshot interrupted him as well as a hole between his eyebrows. Harper still kept the gun pointed at the now corpse. The barrel of the gun was still smoking, the room fell into an abysmal silence. Harper killed him, without second thoughts, his emotions took over and he couldn't help but pull the trigger. He had a terrifying look and heavy breathing.

Section remained silent, he was surprised by Harper's sudden action. It reminded him of when Harper killed Salazar for betrayal.

"We'll send a squad of drones to scan the bottom of the river. We'll search the shores and the bridges. We'll find her..." Harper patted his friend's shoulder and left the room.

David spent some time looking at the corpse, wondering if he would have been capable of reacting like that. For Abby? No, he would have done something worse, if what that asshole said was true, he would have tortured him for weeks, as payment for what he did to his daughter, or simply to satisfy his anger. But that was no longer necessary, Harper was faster this time, so he ended up leaving with his friend. They had to hurry.

Without wasting any more time the search party began. Underwater drones began scanning the entire bottom of the Potomac River. They began to find corpses of soldiers who had disappeared for quite some time, so the Wolves could finally bury their fallen comrades properly. But Abby's body still hadn't turned up.

David was tired, the cold seeping through his wet boots. He had spent hours pulling bodies out of the water. Always hoping to find his daughter's body. Although in a way he was grateful that they hadn’t found her yet, perhaps he couldn’t bear to see her that way, with a blue skin from the cold, stiff hands, and a chest that had no heartbeat.

He sighed and nodded to a couple of soldiers who asked him for help pulling a rather large body out of the water. David looked at the corpse floating next to the two men who were dragging it to the shore. No, it was too big to be Abby. He also helped them get him out of the water, they dragged him along the shore until they handed him over to the team of medics, who would be in charge of a quick autopsy and identifying the body.

David closed the body bag once the entire process was over. He wanted to take a break, his back hurt and the years were beginning to weigh more and more on his shoulders. He sat on the snow, observing the panorama. There were search teams going from one side to the other, some drones flying over the surface of the river and others diving below. It seemed incredible to him that the great network of resources and contacts that the Wolves had throughout the country, in just a few days Harper had managed to contact and bring reinforcements from the bases of operations closest to Washington DC.

Delta lay down next to him. The German Shepherd didn't leave his side at any time. The dog could sense David's concern and sadness.

"Hey buddy..." David stroked Delta's fur and forced a smile.

The animal rested its head on David's lap.

Some soldiers passing by looked at David for a longer time than normal. They probably asked themselves why spend so much resources and effort on finding just one girl. But David didn't care, he ignored them and tried to keep his agitated mind calm.

He took something out of his jacket pocket. It was Abby's butterfly knife. The one she got after the fight in that mall. God, it felt like it happened years ago. He unfolded the knife, showing the metal blade. He had to affiliate it a little. David decided that as soon as they reached the base he would sharpen it well so he could return it to his daughter–... His thoughts stopped instantly and a feeling of loneliness swept him like a wave against the rocks. It felt so strange not having her presence there.

A pair of boots were heard approaching, crunching the snow below. David slowly looked away from the knife and looked at the newcomer.

Harper nodded. Delta's ears perked up as he recognized him.

"Something new?" David asked.

Harper nodded. "Let me tell you"

David frowned in confusion, but stood up, followed by his dog.

They both began to walk along the shore towards the bridge, moving away from the rest of the soldiers and convoys. Delta walked ahead, sniffing the stones and snow.

"What is it about?" David asked, resting both hands on the straps of his vest.

"Yesterday the first guard shift came back." Harper began to explain "I've read the snipers’ reports. They reported seeing a convoy of Hyenas heading towards that bridge." Harper pointed his chin at the aforementioned infrastructure.

"Do you think Abby was in that convoy?" David frowned at him.

Harper tilted her head. "If we calculate the day and hour correctly...It's a possibility. I don't rule it out. We'll send the drones to search the area under the bridge."

They walked a little further.

"Hours later, when the sun began to rise, they saw a light transport helicopter hovering in the area. It had the insignia of the Chicago Wolves. I don't know why they were here."

"You said the CIA was in Chicago after the Perseus attack on Langley."

"That's right... A couple of CIA agents were in the White House but they left before the Hyenas attacked. After that we lost communication with the Chicago Wolves and the CIA. We also can't afford to fix the communications. If Perseus manages to listen to our conversations on the radio, he could find them again. They are still recovering from the blow."

"How long ago did Perseus attack?"

"Maybe a week and a half ago."

David's stomach turned, knowing that they were moving forward gave him a little more hope. But suddenly Delta's barking took away his thoughts.

"Hey, what's wrong with your dog?" Harper asked strangely.

Delta barked, looking at both men and then somewhere in the distance. It kept its ears up high and its tail moved from side to side. And it began to run until it reached a certain point on the shore.

"I don't know..." David grabbed his rifle. Delta didn't tend to bark for no apparent reason. "Keep alert…"

Harper did the same. And watching their steps, making as little noise as possible. They followed the dog for a few more meters until they found a pool of old blood on the snow and stones. It seemed surprising that that blood was still there.

Delta was sniffing the blood, circling around, wagging his tail, seeming to be excited. The German shepherd barked at David and then went back to sniffing at the blood.

It took David a few seconds to connect everything. He looked at the bridge, then at the river, then at the blood.

"She managed to get out of the water…" He looked at Harper for a few seconds. "That blood…"

His friend opened his eyes when he understood. The blood would have to be analyzed and compared with David's to see if there was a match but... there was the possibility...

"Is it…Abby's?"

"Is she alive?"

__________

Abby complained in a low tone as the nurse bandaged her ribs again.

"done." The woman commented when she finished with the bandages.

For Abby, the bandages were too tight, it was difficult for her to move, and her ribs hurt when she breathed. She was sitting on the hospital bed where she was unconscious for two weeks.

"Next time, try not to remove the bandages. They will keep the ribs in place and prevent more serious injuries," the woman advised without even looking at her face. She simply dedicated herself to storing the medical supplies.

Abby could hear the resentment in her tone. Maybe the nurse was still resentful of Abby attacking her from behind, sticking a syringe full of anesthesia into her leg. She had to admit that she felt a little guilty.

She got off the hospital bed where she had been sitting while the nurse did a general check of her injuries and put on the rest of her clothes. She was putting on her sweatshirt as she left the infirmary but stopped before leaving.

"And I'm sorry." Abby mentioned. The nurse looked at her strangely without understanding what she was talking about "for…." Abby rubbed the back of her neck somewhat embarrassed.

The woman seemed to look at her without any expression. "It's not the strangest thing that's ever happened to me. You're fine, girl. Now go away, he’s waiting for you."

Abby was a little taken aback. Expecting? Who?

When the nurse saw the young woman's confused reaction. She pointed her chin toward Abby's back. She looked in the same direction and found Woods. He was there, with his back against the hallway wall and his hands in his pants pockets.

"Are you done, kid?" Woods asked.

Abby had to admit, it seemed extremely strange to see him fifty years younger. With a thick beard and black hair. He did have some gray hair though. At what age did he start to have gray hair? Maybe it made it even weirder to see him alive. She still couldn't fully assimilate it, it gave her the feeling that she was in some dream, that it was some trick of her mind and that she was still in a coma.

A few hours ago she was surviving on the streets of Chicago and now she was in a secret CIA facility. Woods mentioned that since the war started, the CIA made sure to create a safe haven away from Langley just in case. They weren't the best facilities, in fact it looked more like a Guerrilla headquarters in an abandoned hospital than a CIA facility. They must have been going through a bad time.

"Abs?" Woods' voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Ah! Yes, everything ready, sir"

Woods looked at her for a few seconds, wondering what was going on inside that kid's head. There were probably too many questions and he wouldn't have the authority to answer them all.

"Let's go. They're waiting for us." Frank shook his head. Motioning for Abby to follow him.

"Who's waiting for us?" Abby followed the man through the hallways. She received no response, just a short look that Abby couldn't decipher.

There were other CIA agents hanging around. Some ignored them, others gave a quick wave to Woods. Abby swore some of the officers were looking at her with resentment or perhaps anger. Abby recognized some of the guards who were in charge of guarding her room when she was unconscious. They had their heads bandaged or some bruises on their faces. She had to admit that she felt guilty in a way. If she had known that they were the CIA, all that wouldn’t have happened. But it's not like she completely trusted them either. It was the CIA after all, they had too many secrets hidden under the mattress. Maybe the only reason she was still there was because of Woods. The only person she could trust at the moment. In fact she wasn't one hundred percent sure about that.

Abby looked at Frank's back. The shoulders were broader and he was even taller. She was still having a hard time getting used to seeing him walk on his own. It was as if he had never been in a wheelchair. Abby wondered what they had done to him, did they replace his knees? Did he wear a prosthesis? Or technology had simply advanced enough to be able to heal his legs. David always said that the greatest technological advances were always made in times of war.

Woods stopped and called the elevator.

“Hey.” Abby was confused “Where are we going?

Woods turned to see the young woman. "Do you want to ruin the surprise?"

"Is that surprise good?" Abby asked with a raised eyebrow.

The elevator doors opened and Woods entered. He tilted his head, considering his response.

"No."

"Huh?! What do you mean by that?!"

Woods put his hand in front of the elevator door to prevent it from closing in front of him.

Frank looked at the girl, he didn't know what to tell her what was going to happen, because he didn't know either. Things were tense at the CIA, they weren’t at the best of times. That's why he had gone to look for her, lately he couldn't even trust his own shadow.

"Worst case scenario you'll die of fucking boredom." He chuckled, hiding his concern.

Abby looked at him for a few seconds, not very convinced. That kid knew him too well.

"Come on, come in already. Or I'll die again just waiting for you."

Abby rolled her eyes, not sure whether to laugh at that joke, and entered the elevator.

"I hope you at least don't leave me alone in whatever you're getting me into."

A small smile peeked out from under Woods' mustache and he snorted through his nose.

"Not a single minute."

The doors closed again but a hand stopped them again at the last moment. When they reopened there was a man of some advanced age, perhaps the same age as Woods but he looked older. He had white hair combed back, wore aviator-rimmed glasses, and had a face that looked like he was bitter or angry with everyone. That man also looked like he was straight out of the eighties.

The man stepped into the elevator, took a quick glance at Abby and then at Woods.

"Woods" That man greeted, ignoring Abby.

"Black." Frank greeted without much interest or with little courtesy.

The elevator began to descend.

The place was small, and those two men were big enough to take up almost the entire space. Abby was in the middle and was starting to miss her bubble of personal space.

"You're late" Black broke the awkward silence by keeping his eyes focused forward.

"No Shit Sherlock" Woods' mood seemed to have worsened with the man's presence.

"It wasn't your job to bring in the interrogation subject." This time Black turned to look Frank in the eyes.

Woods put his hand on Abby's shoulder and slowly pushed her away. Putting the young woman behind him.

"What the fuck did you just call her?" Woods stayed inches from Black, imposing his intimidating figure. Woods was taller and bigger than Black, there was no doubt about that.

Oh no, Abby knew what that look meant. She never saw Woods fight or hit anyone. No, he was too old for that stuff, at least... five years ago. But she knew Woods' temperament and she had heard hundreds of stories about his youth.

Woods was a dog that bites first and barks later.

"You should remember what the situation is and what that kid has done." Black counterattacked without showing weakness. He remained calm in the face of the sergeant's provocations.

"And you should remember who that fucking kid is" Woods pointed at Black menacingly.

Abby watched them as if she were watching a tennis match. To one side, and to the other.

"A last name can't always save her ass, do you understand what that kid has done? I already told Hudson that it wasn’t a good idea to involve you and Mason in this matter. I recommend that you put your personal life aside and act professionally. Remember who you are talking to, my patience has a limit sergeant"

Suddenly the elevator doors opened. A man was waiting for them on the other side. He had a shaved head, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and if Abby looked closely, a discreet scar crossed his face diagonally.

According to Woods, that man with the personality of an ice cube was Jason Hudson. Woods had talked to her about him a couple of times, he always liked to tell the story of how he met him.

Abby remembered that during all the way back to the CIA facility, Hudson barely spoke, and when he did it was curt and cold. Abby could feel his heavy gaze on the back of her neck the entire trip.

Apparently his presence interrupted the tense conversation between the two men. Woods clicked his tongue in annoyance and left the elevator. Abby didn't really know what to do so she simply followed Woods, but not before taking one last look at Black. The man didn’t give the young woman the happiest look. He definitely took her for an intruder.

"You're late, Frank." Hudson mentioned.

"Don't fucking tell me," Woods spat, walking past him.

Hudson watched Woods and Abby walk away. He knew there was something different about Frank. He wasn't his most precious person but he knew him well. Woods had his usual bad mood around Hudson… but something was different. He didn't know what yet, but he did know the reason. He looked at the young woman accompanying the sergeant. They seemed to be talking, Woods' expression always relaxed a little every time he looked at the kid. Despite the situation he was in.

When Hudson heard that story about Woods and the girl, he almost laughed. But now that he saw it with his own eyes, perhaps over the years Frank had unearthed his softer side. After all, he was the only one who lived to grow old.

"I don't trust her." Black mentioned staying next to Hudson. "We're being naïve, Hudson. We don't know her intentions, if our suspicions are true..."

Hudson took a while to answer, he was immersed in his thoughts. Many things were running through his head.

"We'll know soon."

Abby looked around. They seemed to have reached an underground level. It looked like a bunker, the walls were concrete, there were no windows. It was a boring hallway with doors on the sides.

"This looks like a fucking bunker," Abby mentioned looking around.

This time Woods didn't answer her. His mind seemed to be somewhere else, his expression was serious, he was frowning and clenching his jaw. Abby was starting to worry, where were they going? What was going to become of her?

They ended up reaching the end of the hallway, a large dark wooden door stood before them. Woods grabbed the doorknob but Abby stopped him before opening it.

"Sir."

He turned around.

"What's this all about?" Abby's face showed some concern, and it squeezed Frank's heart. Abby looked like a lost fawn disoriented in the middle of the road. But he couldn't do anything, just sit and wait for the fawn to be run over. The least he could do was teach her how to defend herself or maybe how to cross the road.

He sighed through his nose.

"Listen Abs..." Woods was about to give her a speech about what was happening and what he thought about this whole fucking disaster, in the end he didn't say anything. He didn't want to scare her any more than she already was. "Just don't let yourself be trampled on and choose your words well."

Abby didn't have time to answer, Woods opened the door and entered. When she entered she found a meeting room, it was similar to the one in the White House. A huge, long wooden table was in the middle, surrounded by chairs that looked quite comfortable. There were tons of documents scattered across the table. There was a three-dimensional hologram projecting from the center of the table, looking like classified documents. The hologram disappeared as soon as those present in that room became aware of the young woman's presence, so Abby could not see what it was about.

There were people sitting around the table, some of whom she already knew or had already told her their names. Abby recognized the man with the russian accent and the eyepatch, she didn't know his name yet but she remembered his face well, it was him who saved her life after all. She also recognized that man with the scar on his face, Adler, if Abby remembered correctly. His hand was bandaged because of the fight they both had a few hours ago. Abby didn't feel guilty for stabbing his hand, she was defending herself. He knew who she was and still decided to attack her like that, it wasn't his fault. Next to him was also that British woman, she didn't seem to belong there. She didn't look like she was from the CIA, MI6 maybe? If so, she was very far from home.

On the other side Woods sat next to Alex Mason. Abby's stomach flipped at the sight of him. If it was hard to believe Woods was alive, seeing Alex Mason alive was even harder. She was seeing her grandfather, her real grandfather. She hadn't had a conversation with him since the first meeting. It felt uncomfortable to talk to someone with whom you are so close and at the same time is a complete stranger to you. Still, Abby could see certain traits in Mason, which she also saw in her father, even in herself. The Mason family genes are strong. Abby didn't really know how to feel, her feelings were too mixed up.

Both Mason looked at each other for a few long seconds that seemed eternal. Until the last two remaining people entered.

Hudson sat next to Mason and Woods while Black stood at the head of the table. Abby didn't like the situation at all. Was this going to be an interrogation? The silence was very tense.

"You can have a seat," Black offered, pretending to be interested in the classified documents on the table.

"I'd rather stay standing, thank you." Abby replied with a dry tone. Implying that she wasn’t going to follow his orders no matter how simple they were. She wasn't going to fall for his game.

Black looked at her over his glasses, he didn't have a friendly expression. Abby didn't look away, she wasn't going to act like a scared kid.

"What is this all about?" Abby asked, looking at everyone present with a frown.

Adler left the cigarette between his lips for a moment to take out the flash drive and leave it on the table. He didn't say anything, just continued smoking and maintaining a neutral expression.

Suddenly Abby's insides twisted just looking at the flash drive. Memories of everything she had to go through to protect that flash drive came back to her mind as if a boxer hit her square in the stomach. She unconsciously stroked her fingers with missing nails. Her breathing became heavy, she even forgot how to blink.

Woods noticed Abby's sudden change in attitude. He took a quick look at Mason, who also looked at him in silence. Frank didn't have a good feeling.

"The USB device." Black spoke again. "Where did you get it from?"

Abby didn't take her eyes off the flash drive.

"And what does that matter...? You already have it, right?"

"That excuse doesn't work for us, kid." Adler took another drag on his cigarette and leaned his back on the seat. "Make things easier for all of us. And there will be no need to take any other type of measures" he looked discreetly at Woods and Mason.

Other types of measures?

Frank looked at him like he wanted to rip out his throat. It was funny, he and Adler used to be good friends. They had been through a lot of shit together, but now after all those years he didn't give a shit. Not after the decision Russ made.

"Is that a threat, Scarface?" Abby attacked, causing Adler to look back at her.

"Take it however you want kid."

"Abby..." Park tried to intervene. The conversation was beginning to get agitated.

"Did you steal it?" Adler insisted.

"Steal it?! I never asked to have that flash drive!" Abby laughed bitterly. She was starting to get nervous. Were they really accusing her? "Do you think I'm fucking capable of doing something like that?!"

"After seeing you try to run away from the CIA and knock almost all of the guards unconscious. Yeah, I think so." Adler took a drag on his cigarette. "Besides, you were the last person to talk to the President before she disappeared."

"She gave it to me!" Abby was very upset and started to get angry. Who was that idiot to accuse her like that?!

"You? Who in their right mind would give classified information to a girl like you?"

"Adler." Park tried to get his attention, if he kept pressuring the girl to talk, he wasn't going to achieve anything.

Oh but Adler ignored her. He was ready to break her to confess everything. He didn't believe a single word of her. He stood up and walked towards her.

"answer me."

"Fuck you."

"Adler, don't fucking touch her!" Woods got up too.

"Woods sit down," Hudson ordered.

Abby's breathing was beginning to become more labored. Her adrenaline levels began to skyrocket, her vision becoming blurry. The memories of those days she was tied in that chair. Abby could swear she still felt the pressure on her wrists, the wire around her neck.

"You know… the true definition of insanity…"

Varl's words repeated over and over in her head. She felt the hands of the rotting corpses at the bottom of the river grabbing her legs. If Abby looked down, she could even see those hands come out of the ground to pull her down with them.

Adler kept accusing her of stealing the flash drive, and other things that she didn't understand. Park had also gotten up trying to stop Adler.

"Adler! Abby is not psychologically recovered, you can't–!"

"Answer me! Where did you get the flash drive?"

Woods was ready to hit Adler if he kept pressuring Abby like that.

"Don't you fucking dare Adler!"

"Woods, that's enough!"

"Move over Hudson!"

Mason got up too, Hudson couldn't handle Woods alone.

The hands of the corpses began to climb Abby's legs, she was short of breath, her lungs began to fill with water and the wire began to squeeze her neck.

Black sighed, seeing the chaos that meeting had become. Weaver sat there not really knowing what to do.

Adler continued to approach Abby.

"Adler!"

"I doubt the president would have just given you the USB, kid. What did you do to Bosworth?!"

"THE PRESIDENT IS DEAD!"

Abby ended up exploding with anger.

"I fucking killed her!"

Suddenly the room was filled with a heavy silence.

Abby was getting dizzy, she felt her heartbeat in her ears, deafening everything around her. She couldn't breathe. She had to sit down, her blurry vision riveted to her trembling hands. She wasn’t able to stop the shaking.

She never thought much about Bosworth, perhaps because she didn't have time to. She was too busy trying to get out of there alive. In fact, she was trying to blame the president for what had happened to her, but if she thought about it... What would she have done in her place? Bosworth was between a rock and a hard place, save a girl or save the world. What would Abby have done in her situation? Maybe the same? She would never know. But what she did know was that Bosworth didn't deserve to die that way. If only Abby had…

Suddenly all the anger she felt turned into sadness, regret and frustration.

Fuck…

"Or at least… it was my fault she died." She shook her head.

Everyone looked at each other, in silence. Not knowing what to say.

"We were so close... If only I had held on a little longer. If only I hadn't let go of the flash drive... She..."

"Abs..." Frank was the first to break the silence.

Abby raised her head, her green eyes shining with tears threatening to fall.

Woods gritted his teeth. Abby looked defeated, hurt. And he knew he couldn't do anything. His chest tightened just remembering the state Abby arrived in when Weaver found her. God, he would have given the whole world to protect her. But now she was there, tossing pieces, unable to pick up all the pieces.

Adler pursed his lips and without saying anything returned to his seat to smoke in silence. He had done it, that was not what he expected but he managed to break down Abby's walls. And now information will flow like water in a river. Apparently that had been easier, the kid had too much temperament, it was very easy to get under her skin and press the appropriate buttons, the syringes wouldn’t be necessary.

"Are you saying... that the president... is dead?" Black couldn't believe it. This whole thing was a fucking disaster. He ran his hand through his hair and paced around the room trying to calm himself down.

Abby nodded without looking at him.

"What happened?" This time it was Mason who spoke. Clearly curious and worried at the same time. Abby was too young to go through that. Damn, no one should have to go through that. And Alex knew it well.

Abby simply held up a hand, showing the absence of nails. That was a sufficient answer.

"I hid the flash drive. Between the inside of the cheek and the teeth, it was small enough that they wouldn't notice it." Her eyebrows began to tremble. "I was tied to that chair for..." she closed her eyes trying to remember "umh..."

"Two days and eleven hours," Weaver suddenly said, "was how long it took us to find her after the incident at the White House. Truly a miracle, we found her on the shore of the Potomac River."

Abby nodded.

"Did they torture you both?" Black asked.

"No, just me. They made her watch."

"Motherfuckers." Woods swore into the air, shaking his head and gripping the armrests of the chairs tightly. More and more as he listened to the story.

"They believed that if they hurt me enough, Bosworth would end up telling the truth." Abby pointed to her neck, still marked by the wire. "In the end they got tired of waiting and wanted to speed things up. To prevent them from ending up killing me, Bosworth lied."

"What did she say?" Park asked this time.

Abby closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember. It was difficult since at that moment she was trying not to die.

"Huh... She said the flash driveDrive was still in the White House"

"But actually you had it." Adler pointed the cigarette at her.

Abby gave him a dirty look, she didn't like that man. He was hiding something, he wasn't acting sincere, it seemed like he was always one step ahead of everyone. But she sighed and answered.

"The president gave me the flash drive before the White House completely went to shit. They told me to give it to my father."

"Dave?" Woods leaned forward. He shared a quick glance with Mason.

Abby nodded.

"A simple intermediary, the flash drive was to be delivered to us" Adler spoke again.

"We need to process all the information inside in order to take our next step." Park added.

"If what you're worried about is the Black Out project. Yes, it's all in there. With... the rest of the files, the experiments, the laboratories, and all that shit"

"Did you open the documents on the flash drive?" Adler couldn't believe it. When he thought that kidl couldn't surprise him anymore, she always did. "Do you have any idea how serious this all is?"

"You think I don't know, asshole? I had to make sure I recovered all the data."

"Recover?" Park asked.

Abby sighed and continued telling her story.

"They used a wire around my neck. When Bosworth finished lying they let me go and I started coughing. The USB fell out. They realized the president had lied and killed her before she could do anything." Abby paused and shook her head, still feeling guilty about everything. But she knew they didn't want to hear her sorrows, only what really happened. "They wanted to get rid of me too but it seemed like they wanted to play with me some more, so they shot me in the stomach. They left me alone with a guard. That guy started processing the information in the central computer. I don't know if he ever sent the information to the rest.

"the rest?"

"Yes, um... I don't know very well, it was a group of Hyenas that tortured me."

Adler sighed through his nose as he massaged his temples with the hand holding the cigarette.

"The Hyenas are the dogs of Perseus..."

"Do you think they sent the USB data to Perseus?" Hudson asked.

"It’s very probable." Adler responded.

Abby didn't know what to answer. But she kept telling her story.

"I managed to untie myself from the chair and killed the guy. I transferred the data to the USB again and deleted it from the computer"

"We found the USB after performing several medical tests on you." Park took a look at some documents, they looked like the results of some blood tests and a CT scan.

"I didn't have much time to think. I removed the bullet from my abdomen and inserted the flash drive into the bullet wound. Then I stitched it up. I thought that if they caught me again at least they wouldn't find the flash drive so easily."

Woods' mouth twisted. He knew perfectly well how much it hurt to take out a bullet by yourself. And that Abby had to do it, even without knowing why she had to protect that flash drive. Without knowing the reason why she was going through that...

Damn, Abby's just a kid.

"And you managed to escape." Adler finished the story.

"No." Abby interrupted him. "I tried, but they found me. They thought it would be fun to tie me to a rock and throw me into the Potomac River."

"That explains the severe hypothermia." Weaver mentioned.

"I managed to cut the rope and–..." Abby paused for a moment. "What's that?"

She looked at a document. It looked like someone's personal file. It had a small photograph attached to the documents. It was the man with the white eye.

Adler realized what she was looking at and removed the documents from the table.

"We didn't bring you here to stick your nose where you shouldn't." He was becoming increasingly suspicious of the girl's attitude. Maybe they should use syringes.

"Who is it?" Abby asked, not caring about Adler or Black's threatening glare.

"Abs..." Woods called after her as he discreetly shook his head. If Abby kept this up, things could end badly. Frank had to get her out of there as soon as possible.

But there was something in Abby that told her she had to insist. That man, she had to know who he was. After all, he was the one who authorized Varl to torture her.

"Do you know who that guy is?" Abby insisted.

Adler stood up. This was already too much. Woods and Mason could try to convince him of anything they wanted, but they would get nowhere. He could no longer trust that kid's word.

"Park, tell Sims."

"Adler!" Woods got up too, he was pissed.

"Time's up. Now we'll do it my way."

"This is not what we agreed to." Mason interjected.

Another argument was going to start but everyone fell silent when Hudson stood up without saying anything. He took that small photograph, separated it from the documents, and placed it in front of Abby.

"Do you know this man?"

Adler pursed his lips and looked away.

Abby took the photo between her fingers. In that photo the man was without the gas mask and hood. But that white eye is unmistakable.

"I've seen this guy." She muttered, frowning.

So at that moment he gained Adler's full attention.

"What did you just say?"

"He was wearing a gas mask and a hood but it was the same man. He came into the room for a moment. He seemed to be in charge or something."

Hudson sighed. "We're late then."

"Why? Is he perhaps an undead like you? Because he has a dead face?" Abby asked. But everyone's somber expression already answered her question.

Oh shit…

Black put both fists on the table. "Things have just changed"

"Have those assholes already used the Black out project?" Woods raised his voice.

"Fuck…"

"That means..." Abby looked everyone in the eye with a confused expression. "What I did was of no use?"

"Not at all," Hudson replied. "We still have the rest of the files. We can get information from laboratories, bunkers, and HQs. You name it, we know that Madam President added more vital data on the flash drive apart from the Black out project. We are still one step ahead"

"There is still work to do." Adler said, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Abby could hear little more of the conversation. She was removed from the meeting room when she was no longer useful. Although the look behind Adler's sunglasses said otherwise. Alex offered to keep an eye on her. So now both Mason walked in an enormously awkward silence.

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

She lied, she was starving. She had spent two days on the streets of Chicago trying to figure out how to get out of there, after having been in a coma for a severe number of days. Abby was actually surprised how she could still stand.

"Where are you taking me?" Abby asked. Alex could be her biological grandfather but she still didn't trust him.

Mason turned to look at her for a moment and smiled slightly. "To eat something."

There was another long, awkward silence. Walking through the hallways. People kept giving Abby dirty looks. They continued to see her as an intruder.

"They keep looking at me like I killed someone," she muttered to herself.

"Well, considering you tried to run away with classified information and knocked out half the guard…" Mason tried to say it like it was a joke but earned a dirty look from Abby.

"I didn't even know you were the fucking CIA!" Abby complained "I was just doing what I was supposed to do." She walked with her hands in her pants pockets and looked at the ground.

"I get it kid"

Mason sighed. He understood her. She was just doing what she had been asked to do. And yet she had become the villain of the movie. He also went through the same thing in a way. Vorkuta, Reznov, Steiner, Dragovich, Kravchenko…

Flashes of red numbers blinded his eyes for a moment, his anxiety and adrenaline levels rose for just a few seconds until he heard his granddaughter's voice.

"Hey. Everything okay?" For a moment Abby noticed the sudden change in Mason's expression.

Alex managed to hide it well. "Yeah, don't worry. Side effects of being undead." He lied.

Abby raised a curious eyebrow. For a moment she put aside her defensive attitude.

"How long have you been alive... for the second time?"

"I'm afraid that's classified."

"Is everything classified here?" Abby complained. The lack of information made her nervous. She couldn't prepare herself for what the future was going to bring. She didn't even know what was going to happen to her in five minutes.

"Unfortunately yes."

"Even the shoe size you wear?"

Mason chuckled "you'd be surprised."

"That makes no sense! Why would the shoe size be classified information?! Is it that some terrorist is going to steal your boots?"

Eventually they arrived at a small, makeshift Dining Hall. There were a few agents scattered around the tables, eating and talking. It was late at night, there were a few soldiers.

"Sit wherever you want, I'll be right back." And Mason was gone in seconds.

"And where are you supposed to go-?!" Abby lost sight of him before she could finish her sentence. "And you call this keeping an eye on me?" Abby murmured as she sat at a table, away from everyone, but having a good view of the entire place, the people and the exits.

She still felt like an intruder. Everyone looked at her and whispered. It seemed like the rumor had spread like wildfire. Maybe the CIA wasn't so good at keeping secrets. She felt watched, small and helpless. She had the urge to grab one of the butter knives to use as a weapon in case someone approached.

"Good place" Finally she heard Mason's voice again, along with the exquisite smell of a meat stew. The smell of food was enormously familiar.

It smelled like home.

Mason put the plate in front of Abby and then sat down in front of her.

"Did you cook that?" Abby was incredibly surprised and bewildered. It was like when you smell a smell that reminds you of your childhood but you don't know where it comes from, and it gives you a huge feeling of nostalgia.

"It's my own recipe. Well, my wife helped me perfect it years ago. I cooked it this morning, I hope it tastes just as good."

Abby took the fork and didn't hesitate to take the first bite. When the taste hit her mouth, Abby could swear she almost melted right there. For a moment she felt like she had traveled ten years ago.

"And?" Mason asked curiously.

"It tastes like the stew Woods used to make." Abby answered with her mouth full. Gobbling down the food and forgetting about manners completely.

Mason snorted through his nose.

"That's because I taught him how to cook it. If it weren't for me, Frank would have lived on fast food all his life." Mason took another bite.

"Hey. Burger Town isn't that bad. I used to sneak out with the old man at two in the morning for a couple of burgers. Although my mom caught us a couple of times." She pointed the fork at Mason.

Alex chuckled and shook his head. "Why does it not surprise me?"

There was another long silence. This time it was more comfortable. Both Mason ate quietly, well, at least the eldest Mason, Abby devoured like there was no tomorrow.

Alex looked at Abby for a moment, she looked a lot like David. She had the same eyes, the same ears, even the same nose. Or at least what he remembered of little Dave. An inappropriate feeling of nostalgia and regret flooded him, but he knew how to hide it well.

"Hey…" Mason tried to start another conversation. "I realized what happened to you. At the meeting."

Abby looked up from her finished plate. Alex could see Abby's eyes harden again, frowning. She was raising her defenses again. Was Mason crossing a line he wasn't supposed to cross yet? Had the conversation become too personal?

"I know you saw things we haven't been able to see. You kept looking at your boots and the ground." Mason tried to sound as non-invasive as possible. He knew what Abby was going through, the post-traumatic stress disorder, the hallucinations, the dark circles under her eyes due to the nightmares, the constant twitching in her leg due to anxiety, the lack of breathing... And he knew that it was a delicate subject. Abby was too young to go through that alone. "You said they tried to get rid of you. In the Potomac River. You didn't talk much about it but... what happened in the river..."

Abby's hard look soon turned into a glare.

"With all due respect, sir." The tone Abby used didn't seem to hold any kind of respect, it sounded aggressive. "You and I may share blood. But that doesn't make us family. You are a complete stranger to me and I am a complete stranger to you." She narrowed her eyes as if she wanted to stab him with just her look. "So you mind your fucking business and I'll do the same with mine."

Yes, Mason had definitely crossed a line. That made Mason understand that what was happening to Abby was worse than he thought. But Alex wasn’t affected by the kid's warnings. She had the same lone wolf attitude as him in his youth.

"Mason." A third voice appeared.

They both turned when they heard their name.

Hudson remained silent for a few minutes, slightly confused.

Oh…

Then he looked at the older man.

"The helo is ready. You leave in twenty minutes. Gear up."

Mason nodded.

"Well, duty calls," Alex sighed, getting up from the table. "Adler is waiting?"

"And he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Mason looked over and gave a little smile. "I think I know what the reason is"

Abby rolled her eyes. "It's not my fucking fault he's a fucking asshole."

Mason chuckled.

"Be careful Hudson. The kid bites." Mason said goodbye and left, grabbing the plates to leave them in the kitchen and get ready for the mission.

"I'll keep that in mind," Hudson replied without any thanks.

There was silence.

Abby didn't like the bald man too much. Too serious, too much ice cube attitude. She also couldn't know what was going on behind those sunglasses. She couldn't predict it, maybe that's why she liked him less.

She didn't like being there. It might be the CIA, but it was still a hostile place for her. What was she? A prisoner? A hostage? A guest? All that uncertainty made her hair stand on end. And as much as it hurt to leave Woods behind, and maybe her biological grandfather too, she had to get out of there. If she stayed there, she would never be able to find her father. She was fighting against time. At the moment she knew that David was in Washington DC, but she didn't know how long he was going to stay there. Those thoughts flitted through her head ever since she set foot in the building again. She had to find some way to…

"Shall we go for a walk?" Hudson interrupted her thoughts.

"Do I have any other options?"

"No."

Reluctantly Abby stood up. They walked in silence, Abby didn't know where the man was taking her, or even what he was up to. But she took advantage of the trip to take note of the place, make a mental map of the rooms, hallways. Of the CIA personnel, the number of guards, the security systems. Everything that could make her escape difficult.

She, too, wondered where Woods was. Has the meeting ended?

In the end they went up to the last floor, this time up the stairs, to the floor where Abby was hospitalized during the time she was unconscious. At the end of the hallway was a small seating area, with a couple of couches, a coffee table, and some plants. The windows were wide open, a soft cold breeze drifting through the room. Abby felt that this was the coziest place in the entire building.

"It's not very convenient to have the windows open considering how much it costs to heat an entire building, in the season of the year we are in, and the limited resources there are," Abby mentioned, approaching the window.

"It's good to get fresh air from time to time"

"That's true. Knowing that there are still people who smoke indoors..." Abby remembered the smell of tobacco that filled the meeting room. She wanted to make Adler swallow his own cigarette.

Abby leaned out the window, resting both arms on the edge. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cold air from outside. It was like a reward after having been stuck inside that prison with four walls.

It was night, so she couldn't quite make out the Chicago skyline. But she could see the military camp that had been set up right in front of the building. Huge spotlights illuminated tents, helicopters, trucks, soldiers... It reminded her of the bases of operations or camps in the Vietnam photographs that old Woods showed her from time to time. It also resembled the exterior facilities of the White House.

Were there also Wolves in Chicago?

Abby took note of everything she was seeing. She planned possible escape routes in silence.

Suddenly a helicopter was heard starting its engines. Abby looked over there. Sure enough, there was a helicopter that was preparing to fly. There was a small group of men nearby. She recognized Mason and Adler, and the woman. They seemed to be getting ready for a mission.

"Do they have a mission?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Where are they going?"

"It's classified"

"Of course it's classified…" Abby sighed.

The young woman realized that Adler had found them. He was staring at her, Abby didn't look away either, trying to figure out what was going on behind those sunglasses. It was a long-distance staring fight. Abby knew that Adler was going to be the main problem for her escape plan. She had to take advantage now that he was leaving on a mission.

"I know what you're up to." Hudson spoke without looking at her.

Abby broke eye contact with Adler to look at the man next to her.

"What are you talking about?"

"You look at every corner of the ceiling every time you enter a room. You don't take your eyes off the guards or the exits." Hudson ended up looking her in the eyes. "You try to escape."

Abby swallowed and looked away at the tents below again. He had caught her.

"And what are you going to do? Lock me up?" Abby spoke in a low, serious tone.

"No." Hudson crossed his arms. "I’m going to help you."

That really caught Abby off guard.

"What?" Abby blinked in confusion.

"You heard me"

"Why would you do that? What's in it for you?" Abby was stunned.

"One less worry. That's what I get. I know you're smart enough to understand that this isn't your place, you don't belong here." Hudson spoke in a serious and stoic tone. "You've done your job, you're of no use to us anymore. You have to get out of here before things get too bad for you."

"What are you going to do to me if I stay? Shoot me and bury me in a mass grave? I'm a loose end after all, right?" Abby joked without any humor.

"I'd rather leave this loose end than tie it up." Hudson's cold expression indicated that it could be much worse than a simple shooting.

"And why do you care about me? I'm just an interrogation subject, right?"

"I don't care about you. I care about the mission. You'll cause too much trouble if you stay."

"Are you saying that because of Woods and Mason?" Abby looked back at her grandfather who was talking to Adler.

"Partly yes."

There were a few seconds of silence. Abby didn't know what to say or how to feel.

"And also because you must return to your father." Hudson took off his sunglasses. "That's what you want, right?"

Abby sighed and looked down. She began to play with her fingers and the nails that still remained.

"That's right…"

"A small convoy will leave tomorrow at midnight to send supplies to the surveillance perimeter. This will be your chance to get out of Chicago without being seen. Sneak into the back of the last truck among the cargo. Weaver will help you. The convoy will make a stop in a guard post just before leaving Chicago. Once you have left the city I will not be able to help you further. I will leave you a backpack with weapons and supplies for the trip." Hudson explained walking away from the window.

Abby tried to memorize everything the CIA agent had told her.

"Why go to all that trouble? Just help me out of this building and that's it." Abby turned to Hudson not really trusting his plan. It could very well be a trap.

"Because they will find you once you set foot on those streets alone. There are hundreds of eyes watching from the rooftops." Hudson rested both hands on her hips. "And when Russ finds out you've escaped, he won't hesitate to hunt you down, kid."

"Russ?"

"Scarface."

Abby looked back at the helicopter. Adler was looking at them again, it seemed as if he was able to hear the conversation from a distance. But those were just Abby's imaginations.

"You seem very confident that I will obey your plan. What makes you think that I won't take advantage of it to steal the flash drive and give it to that white-eyed fucker?" Abby crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

"I don't trust you. I trust our mutual interest. And…" he looked away for a moment, putting on his sunglasses again, always with that cold countenance. "As much as it's hard for me to say. I trust Woods. I know he did a good job on you."

___________

The sun was beginning to set between the buildings to the west. The air gradually became colder as the sunlight diminished. The snow was enveloped by the orange tones of the sunset.

Abby sighed, she had been there for hours, sitting on a ventilation shaft on the roof. Trying to calm the nerves. There were a few hours left to start the escape plan.

If she let anxiety win she would already be crossing the frozen Lake Michigan on foot. But she decided to trust Hudson. Maybe it was a terrible idea. But what else could she do? It was the only plan she had to escape.

She took a deep breath, trying to undo the knot in her stomach. She looked down, looking at her arms, she rolled up her sleeves, so she could feel the cold a little more. It could even be pleasant, it was nothing compared to the cold she felt on the bank of the Potomac River, that was like billions of needles sticking into her skin.

On that roof, Abby felt alone, she felt the loneliness crushing her shoulders. As if she was really the only one who understood her situation, that she was the only one who could help herself. Maybe that was the best way.

Solitude.

She caressed her forearms. She still had the wire marks on her wrists; the nurse had removed the bandages from her arms that same morning. Showing the now darkened burns, the skin was tender but no longer painful to the touch of clothing. Her ribs still hurt, they were still a few weeks away from fully healing. She tried to ignore the throbbing pain all the time, sometimes it was easier than others.

"You almost died of fucking hypothermia in that river. And you're not covered well. Don't you learn, kid?"

Someone covered her head with a jacket.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Abby got upset.

When she took her coat off her head she realized that Woods was next to her watching the sun go down while lighting a cigarette.

"Put on your damn jacket, you're going to catch a cold." Frank ordered, placing the cigarette between his lips.

Abby reluctantly obeyed.

"Bad habit never dies,huh?"

"What?"

"You keep smoking."

"Abs... From all the love I have deep in my heart... mind your fucking business." He responded seriously, taking another drag on the cigarette.

Abby chuckled.

"Yes, Sarge."

They were silent for a while. Abby watched as the sun set on the horizon and Woods watched the young woman's nervous hands, which were playing tirelessly.

"I've been looking for you everywhere. What are you doing up here?"

"I needed to be alone for a while."

Frank sighed, exhaling all the smoke. "Come on, spit it out."

Abby looked at him again, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Woods ended up sitting next to her.

"You've got too much shit in your head," he tapped Abby's temple a few times with his finger. "What's wrong Abs?"

Abby looked down and thought about what to say for a moment. Woods waited patiently.

"Have you ever felt like if you hadn't done a certain thing everything would be very different?"

Oh Woods knew it well. There were so many things he wanted to change about the past.

"Abigail…" Woods called after her. "It wasn’t your fault."

"But it could have been different if I had–!"

"If you had done what?!" Woods interrupted her. "You were being tortured, for something that didn't even concern you. There is no 'I should have done this or that’"

Abby looked down at her hands, not knowing what to answer.

Woods realized that perhaps he was too direct. He smoked a little more and looked at the sun.

"Listen Abs... no one prepared you for what you had to go through. There’s no way you were prepared for that. No one is, not even me, or your grandfather, or... bowman."

Silence.

"Do you miss him?" Abby looked up again.

"Whom?"

"Bowman"

Woods sighed "with each passing day."

Another silence.

"I've missed you too kid."

Abby smiled a little. Now leaving that place was going to be more difficult. It pained her to leave old Woods behind again. But each one had to take their own path.

"You've changed a lot since the last time I saw you." Woods stood up. He finished his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and put it out with his boot.

Frank smiled and without warning Abby began to ruffle the strands of her hair.

"When did you cut your hair?!"

"Woods!" Abby was surprised by the sudden weight of his hand on her head.

She started laughing harder and harder as Frank continued to ruffle her hair.

"What are you doing old man?!"

Woods smirked as he heard Abby laugh again. Frank chuckled and decided he had bothered the girl enough.

"It suits you. I like it."

Abby smiled.

"Thank you. I had gotten tired of having long hair, it got in the way too much."

"How long has it been since you cut it like that?"

"Three years."

"And what did your father say?"

"He was confused for a while, but he ended up accepting it."

Woods smiled "rebellious girl huh?"

"I have a reputation to uphold"

The sun ended up hiding completely. Only the last rays of sun remained, a last vestige of light, giving way to the long night.

"It's getting late. We should go in." Woods commented looking at the horizon. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh fuck yeah."

"Then let's go inside."

The hours passed terribly slowly, until finally the moment arrived. It was now or never. Abby managed to mislead Woods, losing sight of him. As soon as she could, she slipped away and headed to the armory, according to Hudson. Weaver would be waiting for her there.

When she entered, a sniper rifle was tossed towards her. Luckily she was able to catch it on the fly.

"Is this the one you stole?" Weaver's russian accent echoed through the empty armory.

There was a huge amount of weapons on the middle table. All the walls were full of weapons of all kinds, on shelves, hanging on the walls, displayed... It looked like a museum dedicated to gunpowder.

"Huh… yeah. I think so..." Abby answered looking at the hunting rifle in her hands.

Weaver paced the room, grabbing a pistol and several magazines, both for the rifle and for the pistol.

"A 9mm will be good for you." Weaver put everything on the table. "Which one do you prefer? A Glock G19 or a Sig Sauer P226?"

"Eh… I don't know much about weapons. I was just taught how to use them."

Weaver nodded.

"Then the Glock."

He placed the gun along with a backpack that was also on the table.

Abby approached the backpack curiously.

"In there there is ammunition, provisions, water, warm clothing, a flint and a hunting knife." Weaver explained. "Will you need anything else?"

Abby thought about it for a moment, trying to remember everything she carried when traveling with her father.

"Do you have a bow and arrows?" Abby asked. She was not yet very skilled with the Bow, but it would serve her well if she had to hunt.

Weaver pointed his finger at her. "That's a good idea. I'll bring a silencer for the gun too."

The man looked for them, found them and added them to the rest.

"Let's add this, in case things get complicated..." Weaver placed a Tomahawk on the table.

Abby opened her eyes in surprise.

"A... Tomahawk?"

"Do you know how to use it?"

"It's not very complicated."

Weaver chuckled.

"Well, I think everything is ready. Come on, arrange things however you want. There isn't much time, the convoy will leave soon."

Abby started putting everything into her backpack. And she began to tie the long weapons with the straps on both sides of the backpack.

"Why are you doing this?" Abby asked. She still didn't really understand what was happening.

Weaver looked at her for a moment.

"You better get out of here before Adler gets back, girl." The somber tone of voice Weaver used didn't sound like a threat, more like advice. "He doesn't believe your version of events, and he won't hesitate to find the truth, if there is another one."

"Is he going to drug me or brainwash me?" Abby joked trying to hide her nervousness.

"Don't doubt it for a second." He answered very seriously. Abby's nervous smile fell, as if she had been hit in the face with cold water. "Your family and Hudson have managed to avoid it for a while by arranging that meeting, to give you a chance, to give you the benefit of the doubt. But I'm not sure what will happen if you stay any longer."

Abby swallowed. Shit, she was really fucked.

"But first let's get you out of here, huh?" Weaver patted Abby's shoulder.

Abby nodded, staring at her backpack.

She ended up putting on her leather bomber jacket and slinging her backpack over her shoulders.

She sighed.

"I'm ready."

Sneaking into the convoy didn’t seem like an easy task. Abby hid behind a cargo box. The line of vehicles was already waiting, ready to hit the streets of Chicago. Weaver stood next to the boxes, arms crossed, acting as if nothing was happening, as if there was no one hiding behind them.

"I'll distract the guards. Act when you think it's the best time. But don't think about it too much, I won't be able to talk to them forever."

"Understood." Abby nodded.

"From there you will have to go alone. No one else will be able to help you." Weaver sighed.

"I know."

Abby glanced around the building. What would Woods be doing? Would he be worried? Would he be looking for her? Wondering where Abs was? A feeling of guilt tightened her chest. She wished she could say goodbye to him. Do it right, and don't sneak away without saying anything.

"Hey." Abby called to Weaver, "Thank you. For helping me and…" she took a breath, "for saving my life."

Weaver understood what she was talking about. "I won't accept your thanks until you've returned to your father. So you better not die. Otherwise it would have been a waste of time to get you out of that river."

Abby smiled and nodded.

"It's time. Good luck girl"

"Good luck to you too."

And Weaver left, arriving with the drivers and soldiers waiting for orders next to the convoy. He started talking to them. Meanwhile, Abby made sure there were no prying eyes nearby and when she thought the time was right, she came out of hiding.

She snuck into the back of the last truck, among the cargo, just as Hudson told her. And she waited. After a while she heard voices and the engines started. The truck began to shake and shortly after hearing a guard give permission for the convoy to move forward. The truck started to move.

Abby took a deep breath. There was no coming back. She left Woods behind, she left Mason behind. Although she didn't know him well, he was her biological grandfather, and although she didn't consider him family yet, a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her.

What would he think of David? Or what would David think of him?

Maybe that was a question that could never be answered.

Abby didn't know how much time passed. Hours? Surely so, how many? She didn't know. Her body ached from being in the same position for too long, cowering between boxes of supplies and weapons.

She sighed, hoping that this would end soon, when suddenly the truck stopped. They must have reached the guard post. Just outside of Chicago. Abby hurried out of the truck. Surely they were going to do a check, check that what they were carrying was correct and that there were no unforeseen events.

After Abby made sure no one was around, she jumped out of the truck. The boots crunched on the snow, She had to walk slowly and carefully so as not to make noise. Everything was dark, except for the huge spotlights of the guard post, the light blinded Abby's eyes, it was really annoying.

Voices were heard approaching, they were approaching from both sides of the convoy.

"Shit." Abby whispered.

She couldn't escape anywhere. So she did the first thing that came to mind. Hide under the truck. She lay down in the snow, right under the truck. She tried to keep her breathing slow and quiet as she watched a pair of boots approach the back of the truck. They carried flashlights.

"Damn, it's cold..." a guard cursed.

"The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can get back to warm up. So you take care of checking the last one, I'll talk to the driver" The second guard ordered.

Abby watched the two pairs of boots separate. She had to hurry and–...

But suddenly someone grabbed her leg and pulled her. Dragging her out from under the truck.

Abby struggled, trying to hit whoever was dragging her. A huge hand managed to immobilize her wrists and another covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream.

She thrashed around trying to free herself from his grip until she finally looked her captor in the eyes. Abby pulled away and opened her eyes in surprise.

How?!

The distant light of the spotlights illuminated only one side of his face. But she could still see the blue glint in his eyes.

"Don’t talk." Woods ordered, removing his hand from Abby's mouth.

He grabbed her hand and helped her up. Abby didn't know what to say. How had he even managed to find her?!

He helped Abby up, made sure no one had seen them, and led her away. He dragged her through other streets until they finally left the border post. They reached a road that led to the outskirts. There was a truck waiting, alone, there wasn’t a soul.

Woods didn't speak until he reached the car and opened the door.

"Let’s go Abs, come in."

"I'm not getting into that truck." Abby took a couple steps back.

"Get in the fucking truck, Abigail." Woods ordered with a more enraged tone.

But Abby didn't move from her spot.

"What are you doing here?" Abby tried to hold her ground.

Woods sighed, he understood that Abby wasn’t going to listen to him just like that. As usual. She hadn't changed one bit. So he closed the door.

"Guess."

"Are you going to bring me back to the fucking CIA?" Abby growled.

"Do you really think I'm such a son of a bitch?" Frank frowned.

"No." Abby bit her tongue. No, Woods would never do that, he would never allow a single hair on her head to be touched. He promised her after all. "How did you know old man?"

"I asked Hudson when I lost sight of you. You know I can be… very persuasive." Woods forced a smile trying to lighten the situation.

But Abby didn't smile.

"You shouldn't be here." Abby murmured.

Woods' smile faded.

"No? And where am I supposed to be then?"

"I don't know. Saving the world?

"They can do it without me Kid"

"You're lying… You always said that you were the CIA's workhorse. You were the one who always did the dirty work." Abby made a pause "you've got a job to do. I don’t belong to that job."

"Do you really think that's more important than you?"

"Saving the fucking world? Stopping Perseus?! Yeah! I think that's more important than me!"

Woods took a breath and walked with determined steps towards the young woman. Imposing his large figure, making Abby take a couple more steps back.

"I didn't spend the last thirteen fucking years of my life taking care of you and raising you. For you to die alone in the middle of nowhere because of your selfish decision." He spoke in a serious tone. "You're better than that. Don't disappoint me, kid."

Abby was silent for a long time with her eyes lowered.

“Sorry sir…"

Frank sighed and put his hand on the side of Abby's head.

"Let's go find your father."

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You Will Find Me: Chapter. 5

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Frank

As Frank rushed to his truck, he briefly told Lewis that he needed to head back to the Inn. Lewis assured Frank that he and the crew would be okay and needed to be with Sarah. Frank went to his truck and drove the short 5-minute drive. During those five minutes, a million thoughts ran through his mind. Is Sarah okay? What exactly happened, and was she having one of her episodes? He couldn’t help but think how often she’s getting them lately.

As far as Frank could remember, Sarah used to get them a lot last year. It was when he had just proposed to her. She was thrilled, but Sarah had a weird reaction and started crying hysterically a few minutes later. He saw that her whole body was shaking, her hand over her heart. Frank eventually got her to calm down. When Frank arrived at the inn, he rushed toward the lobby. He headed around the front desk and towards the back when he got in.

Andy stood up from the seat next to Sarah while still lying down on the couch. She still had tears coming, and her arms were clutched toward her chest. Frank sighed and went to her side.

“What happened?” Frank asked, without looking towards Andy and only focusing on Sarah.

“I-I was going upstairs when I heard something shattering downstairs. I rushed down and saw her on the ground in the diner.” Andy said, and Frank sighed. Before Frank could respond, Andy had excused himself and headed back towards the stairways, seeing that Sarah was safe.

“Frank, I don’t-I don’t-“ Sarah tried to say as she mumbled her words.

“Shh, I’m here now. Let's get you back to the house, and I’ll run you a bath.” Frank said as he helped her from the couch.

“I can’t- I need-“ Sarah said as she leaned against his sturdy frame. Frank knew what she was talking about and sighed.

“Babe, you are in no condition to work. I’ll have one of the night crew house cleaners stay at the desk.” Frank said as he walked her out from the back door. As they both walked, Frank noticed something different about her. Usually, Sarah would snap out of it and be herself once more when this would happen.

But that’s not the case.

Frank noticed that Sarah was lost. Her eyes looked like she had seen something that knocked the life out of her. At this point, Frank hopes it isn’t what he was thinking. No matter what, Frank is determined to keep the past in the past and her new life as it is now. The moment Frank opened the door to the house, he quickly closed the door, locked it, and helped Sarah toward their bedroom. He set her down on the bed and bent down in front of her.

“I will run you a bath so that I will be back quickly,” Frank told her as he sat up and kissed her forehead.

Walking into the bathroom, Frank quickly got to work. He went to get her favorite bath bomb and set the tub. While the tub was filling up with warm water, Frank went back to Sarah. She was still in her quiet self, and it broke Frank's heart. He could ask what was wrong, but it would be pointless since she could not figure out what was happening. Sighing once more, Frank took her hands and helped her up. Wrapping his arm around her waist and led her towards the bathroom. He helped her undress and went to stop the water. Frank then placed the Bergamot and Peppermint into the warm water. Immediately the aroma spread around the bathroom.

Frank went to get her towel as she stepped in when her hand stopped him. He turned around to see her delicate face. Tears came pouring down as she held onto his arm tighter.

“Sweetheart, I’m just going to get your clothes,” Frank said, bending down and kissing her head's crown. Sarah slowly let go; Frank went to get her clothes and her towel.

Once he returned, Frank saw Sarah sitting down, with her arms hugging her legs and small whimpers came out of her. Frank pulled up a stool and took a seat behind her, placing the items down.

“Hold me.” Sarah finally said. Frank knew what to do and began to undress, then stepped in behind her. He pulled Sarah towards him and wrapped his strong arms around her. He placed soft, gentle kisses against the side of her head, her neck, and along her shoulders.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” Frank asked, holding her closer, against his body.

“Do you ever feel like you have lived another life?” Sarah asked, lacing her hand with his. Frank blinked a few times, figuring out what she was saying.

“Baby, what are you saying?” Frank asked, placing a kiss on her neck.

“Visions Frank. I keep having these visions that I’m living in another world, a different life opposite of what is now. And I can feel something that I cannot explain.” Sarah said, holding onto his hand tightly.

His heart started beating, and fear began to seep into him. This is precisely what Frank was afraid of, her memory from her past. As far as he could remember, Sarah would be in a lonely state when something would come up like this. She didn’t want anyone around her and wanted to be alone.

But he’s not going to let it happen this time.

“Sweetheart, it’s just images. You watch a lot of dramas, and it’s all in your head.” Frank said, placing his finger under her chin and making her turn towards him. Sarah looked at Frank and turned away.

“Frank, you don’t know! You don’t know what it's like! I swear it-“

“Sarah, calm down and breathe! Look at me! Yes, indeed, I don’t know. But it would be best if you focused here. It's all just images in your head. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m here, right in front of you. I love you.” Frank said as he placed kisses on her forehead.

After the bath, Frank had dried himself as Sarah did the same. Sarah changed and headed toward the bed. At this point, Frank knew she needed her space, and he was happy to give it to her. Even if it hurt his heart. Frank knew the drill, and that was for Sarah to take a few days off. He tucked her in, and he placed a kiss on her temple, holding her hand as she slowly dozed off.

Three months later

Andy

Andy stretched his tired back as he got up from his desk. Looking around his office, Andy sighed. His office was filled with flowers and congratulations on his soon-to-be wedding day. Grunting, Andy moaned in disappointment. Usually, he should be happy. But for some reason, he wasn’t. His mother, Ann, told him it's natural to happen. During their time in Martha’s Vineyard, things between him and Jessie went downhill.

With Sarah, this never happened. He and Sarah happily planned the wedding. And even when they both had to spend the night apart? Andy called her to tell his beloved that he loved her. Andy couldn’t go one night without letting her know.

Sighing once more, Andy gathered his things and headed out of his office. Once getting to his car, Andy frowned and saw his phone light up. Steve, his best friend and Best Man once more, was calling him.

Hi Steve.

Hey Andy! Listen, um, I have something to tell you.

I’m listening.

I know this isn’t the best time for this, but I need to tell you. I just got word from my wife, Nat. She was out a few weeks ago and sent me some photos.

Steve-

I know, but it’s simply wrong. I knew Jessie was terrible news, Andy. Nat caught Jessie with Seb.

Steve, look, I know you both don’t like her. But she’s just a busy, and she’s an ER doc-

Andrew Barber, are you listening to yourself? I’ll send you the pictures.

And with that, Steve hung up. It wasn’t even a few minutes when his phone lit up, and a text message from Steve appeared. Retrieving it, Andy opened the text, and his eyes widened. Steve is right. Nat took photos of Jessie with her arm around Seb’s waist, and he was holding her closer to him. His head was turned towards her, and Seb placed a kiss on top of her head.

Andy continued to scroll, and he stopped at the last one. And that one burst his anger. Jessie had her arm around Seb's neck. Seb’s hands were around her waist, holding Jessie close to him. And they were kissing. Angry, Andy dropped his phone onto his lap and punched his car's steering wheel. As anger flowed through, his thoughts wandered off to his Sarah.

Oh, how he wished she was here. If he only was able to pick her up from the airport? None of this would happen. He would have been able to come home, see her in the kitchen, or pass out on the couch. Just seeing Sarah on the couch passed out made him smile. She always had her hair messed up and lines across her cheeks.

Knowing the truth, Andy had hoped that everything would be revealed. It was never meant to be with Jessie. He somewhat knew it may have been wrong from the start, but now he finally got his answer.

The following day, Andy’s family was at the house. Jessie’s family was at the hotel in Boston where the reception would be, and the next day all will be back in Martha’s Vineyard for the wedding. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Last night, Andy had tried to call Jessie, but she never picked up her phone again. He even had the nerve to call Seb, but he didn’t pick up. While everyone was lounging in the kitchen, Andy stood outside with a cold beer in his hands.

“Hi, honey.” Andy heard that sweet, motherly voice. Andy turned around to see his mom, Ann taking a seat next to him.

“Hi, ma,” Andy said, looking back. It was quiet for a moment, and he could feel his mother’s eyes burning against him.

“What is ma?” Andy asked, turning his attention to his mom. Ann looked at her son and sighed.

“Andy, something is bothering you, isn’t there?” Ann asked. Andy debated whether or not he should tell his mom about Jessie's “possible cheating.”

“No, just a lot on my mind.” Andy lied. Ann reached over and placed her hand on his arm. Andy sighed and put him on top of her.

“You know, I can see that Sarah is still on your mind,” Ann told her son. Andy closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “It’s obvious, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know about your father, but I can see it,” Ann said. Again, Andy sighed, and he rubbed his face with his free hand.

“I still think about her from time to time. But lately, it's been constant. I thought I moved on, and it didn’t hurt. But now? It hurts even more than before. Maybe it’s a sign that I moved on too fast, and I fully didn’t get the chance to heal. Maybe I can never fully move on knowing that a small percentage of Sarah may be waiting for me,” Andy said, sadly taking a sip of his beer.

“I know, honey, I knew how much you loved her. And I miss her too.” Ann said.

“God, she was my everything Ma. I just wished that I wasn’t stuck in my work-“

“Andrew, I know how often you try to replay the day she left. But there wasn’t anything you could do.” Ann said, trying to reassure her son. Andy placed his beer down and leaned forward. His hands in his head.

“I know, ma. But I can’t help it. The last thing she said to me was that she wanted to plan a date. It’s those trivial things that I love, ma. “ Andy started as Ann squeezed her son’s hand.

“Ma, I don’t know if I can do this.” Andy finished. Ann looked at her son and frowned.

“What do you mean?” Ann asked, confused. Andy sat up and looked at his mom.

“This, marrying Jessie,” Andy said. Ann sighed, and she leaned back into her chair.

“Andy, I know it’s hard. But you chose Jessie, and she brought you back from the dark side. She brought you life again. I know she’s not like Sarah, but you need to move past it. Sarah will always be with you, but she’s gone. Her spirit is with you.” Ann said. Groaning, Andy looked at his mom.

“MA, I know. Andy said. But there are things Jessie and I are going through right now. And I don’t think I can see past it.”

“That’s understandable, but you have to make up for the rest of your lives,” Ann said, trying to convince her son as he just nodded along.

As Andy mingled with all the families that came, as usual, Jessie was distant. But to make it not apparent that their engagement is on the rocks, Andy made it appointed to be by her side. Yes, it will go mayhem, but it has to be done. Even if it killed him to do so, Andy made a lengthy decision in his conversation with his mom earlier that day.

“You know, people will notice that we are on the rocks here. At least suck it up.” Andy said, placing his hand on her hips.

“We are not on the rocks, Andy; you are just making shit up,” Jessie said through her teeth. Rolling his eyes, Andy leaned in, close to her ear.

“Seb is here, and you were acting nervous. I know when you get like this, your hands are shaking.” He said. Jessie removed herself from him and turned to face Andy.

“Again, you’re still on this whole Seb bit thing! You cannot just let it go, can you? I don’t know-“ Jessie started and placed her hand over her mouth. She excused herself and left the room. Andy stood there, speechless. Is she okay, or did she pre-drink before she came?

Andy sighed and headed in her direction. Walking through the crowd, Andy went to the restrooms. He stood there for a moment, waiting for her to come out. But as time went on, she never came out. He opened the door and noticed nobody was in there. He decided to look around the house and stop when he heard her voice coming from one of the guest rooms. Andy stood outside listening since the door was not closed all the way. He noticed Jessie standing there with her hands wrapped around her body, sobbing. Seb was there, holding her in his arms as he rubbed her back. Without caring where they were or if someone could catch them.

Blood began to boil as Andy was about to walk away, not watching this affair when he stopped,

“Seb, I’m positive. I took the test three times this week, and they all came out the same. Andy is smart, he’s catching on, and I don’t know how long I can lie to him.”

“Well, it's time to tell the truth, sweetheart. You made up your mind, right?”

“I did; I don’t know why I let this go on this long. I feel so bad. But that doesn’t matter, and I love you, Seb.”

Anger grew, and Andy slammed open the door causing Jessie and Seb to look up, and Seb immediately let go of her. Andy sighed and rolled his eyes at the same time. The two of them could have picked no better day for this.

“Seb, there is no need for that. I know everything. I even have evidence that you two were sneaking behind my back. The “I got a call at the hospital.” And coming home late.” Andy said, feeling his anger rising again.

“What are you, spying on me now? You know-“

“Jessie, really now? Playing the blame game? I’m a lawyer, and I can find out many things, and just so you know, Nat was the one that caught two at a restaurant here in Boston.” Andy said.

All the blood on Jesse's face drained.

“Also, what’s this test now?” Andy asked. Jessie walked over to Andy, and she tried to grab his hand, but he backed away.

“Andy- I’m pregnant,” Jessie said. Andy looked at Jessie for a moment and let out a small laugh. He knew that it wasn’t his because he wasn’t even intimate with her for the past three months.

“I-I-“

“Jessie just cut the act now. It’s all out of the bag now. I don’t understand why I let this go on and for you to lead me to believe that everything is okay. So tell me, once we get married, what are you going to do, continue this affair and try to convince this child is mine and let me raise it while you take the child to see Seb and let me see his child?? What kind of logic is that, Jessie? Do you not stop and think for one sec that I can figure out if that child is mine?” Andy asked angrily as he turned around and walked off. He heard Jessie call after him and ran towards him. He felt her hand on his, and he stopped to turn around.

“Please, I know I lied-“

“Stop with the innocent Jessie. Why would you even lead me on if you didn't love me? Tell me, Jessie! You know my past, and you were the one that let me see a new love. But I was wrong, and I’m tired of your lies and games. You made your bed; now you lie in it. We are over. I wish you and Seb a happy marriage if he wishes to marry you.” Andy paused and let go of her hand.

“Oh, enjoy your family, Jessie, and don’t even try to convince me that the child you carry is mine. We have not been intimate for over three months. And if you want to play dirty, I can play dirty as you and expose it all to the people downstairs.” Andy threatened as he unbuttoned his jacket, watching Jessie’s eyes begin to water.

“Andy, I beg you, don’t do this! You cannot just throw away all those years together for this one incident!” Jessie begged. Andy rolled his eyes and sighed.

“One incident?! Don’t get me started, Jessie. I had enough of this bullshit of yours.’ We drag this long enough. You got tired of me, so you moved on. I’m not partaking in this little affair of yours. I’m done.” Andy said, placing his hands on his hips, looking at her and Seb.

“What do you mean done? You cannot just throw away our lives we built before this away like that”

“That’s not my problem, Jessie. You are the one that ruined this, not me. I’m already letting you off easy,” Andy said

And with that, Andy walked away. Andy ignored all the begging and crying out for him. But why would she be begging for him when Seb is right there? She doesn't know how to face her family, knowing how they were excited for her to marry an outstanding, prestigious lawyer, but now it is all gone.

Hours later, Steve announced to the guest that the wedding was off. Both the bride and the groom have decided not to move forward with the wedding. There were whispers among the crowd wanting to know what had happened. After a long talk with his parents and Steve and explaining what just happened, it was hard to comprehend it all, but it was for the best. Jessie and her family announced that the wedding was off. They began questioning her about what had happened and why now. She just brushed them off and said it was for the best. Her parents came to him begging him to reconsider, but Andy said nothing was there to reconsider. Andy knows it would be hard to move on, but he couldn’t go on knowing that he would marry a cheater and a baby that wasn’t his and knowing this affair would continue no matter what.

Andy decided to stay at Steve’s house since it was too much to stay at home. After a long night, Andy decided it was time to face it. He was downstairs, where he saw his best friend hanging outside the porch. He told Steve his decision as Steve looked at him,

“Andy, are you sure about this?” Steve asked. Andy sighed and turned to his friend. He’s never been so sure in his life.

“I am. I need to do this. It’s the only way.” Andy said. Steve sighed and placed his hand on his shoulders.

“Alright, and just so you know. I’ll have your back on this.” Steve said, patting Andy’s shoulder. Andy smiled and hugged his friend.

As he drove into the city, he first needed to go by the house, pack his clothes, and grab what he could and needed. Once Andy arrived, he ran inside the house and started to pack his things. He gave Steve and Nat a spare key so they could help him pack up later and take his stuff back to their place for safekeeping till he gets settled.

Rushing down the stairs, Andy went to his office and packed his work things. Then digging into his drawer, Andy took a set of keys and closed the drawer. Andy then took a moment to ensure that he had everything he needed. Andy wanted to get some snacks for the drive but decided against it. As he walked towards the front door, he took his work keys and took the house key out. Andy then left it on the table next to the stairways. He felt pain but, at the same time, relieved that it was for the best.

He placed his luggage into the trunk of his Audi. Once he got into his car, his phone rang, and to see Seb’s name there. Of course, he didn’t even bother and didn’t pick it up. It rang again as he placed his phone on silent and drove off

After a short 30-minute drive plus another 20-minute boat ride, Andy had arrived at his destination. It’s been years since he’s been here. Pulling up into the driveway, Andy parked the car and looked around. Not the area, but this part of the neighborhood.

“Needs some yard work, but it should be okay,” Andy said. Sighing, Andy shut off the engine. Andy got out and went to get his things.

When Sarah disappeared, Andy never had the heart to sell this place. He knew that someday, he would be back to this home with many good memories. Andy hired a few caretakers to watch over the house. He was making sure that it was top-notch and ready for him to come back when he was ready.

Once he grabbed his things, Andy headed inside. Turning on the lights, Andy saw that it was just how it was. Before putting his stuff to the side, Andy opened his bag to get a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Then he grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Andy went down to the basement and went to the closet. Digging through the piles of boxes, Andy found what he was looking for. He pulled out a safe box, and he blew the dust off of it.

Putting in the code for the safe, Andy opened the door and took out all the contents. Even the tiny black box. Before Andy did anything else, he took the bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.

Andy looked at the photos in front of him, photos of his Sarah, memories when they were both young and still dating. He smiled, looking at it all. His phone beeped, distracting him from his thoughts, and the screen lit up. He thought that it was another message, but as he looked, it turned out to be a newsletter from the Inn that he stayed at a few months ago. Andy met the owner, chatting with some of the people there. Besides having a shit time with Jessie, Andy had enjoyed himself with the quietness and peace the place brought him. He knows Sarah would have loved to visit there and probably try to move there if she could.

As he looked, he somehow clicked on the website. Once the page loaded, the front page had photos of the Inn, the back garden, and the owners. Frank and Sarah. As he continued to look, something piqued his interest.

The way the girl looked in the photo seemed familiar to him. He enlarges the picture as he looks at the image in his hand and back to the one on his phone.

Can it be just a coincidence?

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