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Title: Changes - part five Word count: ±4000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part five: While Dean catches up on some sleep after being shot, Sam goes over Zoë’s research, curious to find out more about the case and the intriguing huntress. A whole lot more is revealed, however, once Zoë wakes up. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Music: Down By The River - Neil Young, Look But You Can’t Touch - Poison, Changes - Black Sabbath. Author’s note: I couldn’t be more excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series with you. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer, @soupornatural & @mrswhozeewhatsis, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish & @winchest09 who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist

Sunshine peeks through the red curtains, like a little kid playing hide and seek. The beams of light illuminate motes of dust, which playfully dance in the air. Thunder and rain have moved on and made room for the sun to brighten the Northern state. It’s past noon and Sam is seated at the table, which is entirely filled with papers, books, files, and both his and Zoë’s laptops. Concentrated, he goes through documents on Zoë’s Macbook, preparing for the next encounter with the shapeshifter. Neil Young is singing Down By The River on the radio, so softly, that he has to listen carefully to make out the words.

Besides traffic rushing by on Route 52 right next to the motel, it’s peaceful. Dean stirs in the double bed, but settles again and continues to sleep while snoring softly, causing his brother to look up and grin. He’s not sure what’s funnier; the fact that Dean is neither sleeping on the floor nor on the couch as Zoë persisted earlier, or that she’s actually the one sleeping next to him. Just before 8 o'clock she finished up the last stitch on Dean. Sam still doesn’t know if Zoë actually knew what she was doing, but she did great. After a night like last night, neither of them gave a damn who slept next to whom.

He thought Dean was hard-headed, but Zoë takes the cake, which is without doubt the reason why they can’t stand each other. It is unimaginable now, but they must have gotten along fine before, otherwise Dean wouldn’t have remembered her. Hell, he doesn’t even remember some of the girls he hooked up with, not to mention the girls he didn’t. If Sam may believe his brother, she was this fun, sweet and caring student, living the good life. A typical Californian girl, loved to surf and hang out on the beach. Also quite a musician; apparently she’s pretty good with a guitar. That’s what Dean told him on their way over to the motel anyway. She worked hard to become a surgeon, aiming for neurology. Then that demon came along and fucked it all up.

Sam sighs, sympathizing with the young woman. Why do bad things always happen to good people? Now look what she has become. She's a hunter, one that is damn good at her job, but still. She could have ended up with so much more. It turns out that everyone in this line of work needs history to get lost in the world of monsters. He hasn't heard the whole story yet and Zoë doesn't seem to feel like sharing, but one thing is for sure; she uses her intelligence that got her into med school to her advantage as a hunter. The supernatural database she’s built is outstanding, especially taking into account that the first file dates from 2001, a little over four years ago. She is dedicated, that’s for sure.

He looks over at the young woman, who is sleeping peacefully, curled up on her right side, eyes closed and breathing calmly. It’s weird to see the huntress like that; she seems so vulnerable now. Not entirely, though, because even in her sleep, the huntress seems to have the upper hand on Dean. She has claimed the covers and is comfortably cocooned by them, not leaving much for Sam’s brother. He doesn’t seem to be bothered, though. It will take a lot to wake Dean up after what went down this morning. He was in agony during the procedure, probably wishing he had taken her offer for a sedation when he had the chance. The pain took its toll, knocking him out soon after Zoë ran the last stitch through his skin. After he had his burger, of course.

The light from outside shines a graceful glow on Zoë’s pretty face; she seems to be smiling slightly. Their roommate for the night might act like a total bitch, especially to Dean, but Sam finds her attractive. It isn’t just the fact that she’s a beautiful woman; it’s her attitude, too. Zoë has proven already to be incredibly intelligent, not to mention independent. She stands her ground and doesn’t let anyone tell her what to do. Since they have met, he saw both fire and ice in her eyes; she’s a force of nature to be reckoned with. However, he has to be honest with himself. After what happened to Jess, he can’t think of her like that, not now.

His eyes are taken over by sadness as his thoughts go back to that moment, almost a month ago. He shifts in his chair, causing it to creak. He doesn’t have time to dwell in his sorrow, because out of nowhere, Zoë bolts up startled and pulls a gun from under her pillow. “Whoa!" Sam shows his hands in innocence. Puzzled, the huntress stares at him, then aside at Dean, only then lowering the gun. “Guess it wasn’t a weird dream,” she mutters with a raspy voice. “No, I guess it wasn’t. Holy shit.” He relaxes again when Zoë flips the safety switch of the gun and puts it back under her pillow. “I’m not used to having people around, that’s all,” she excuses as she intends to get out of bed. “I think paranoid is a better description,” Sam comments. “Shut up,” Zoë sneers, clearly not in a good mood. “What time is it?” “Almost one,” Sam replies, concentrating on the computer screen again. Not even five hours, she realizes; although it’s past midday, she didn’t get much sleep.

She licks her lips and swallows thickly, trying to get rid of the bad taste in her mouth. Not a great way to wake up, she still feels like roadkill. The amount of whiskey she drank last night, followed by fries and a burger, didn’t help either. Thankfully, it’s still pretty dark in the room. Her eyes can’t handle the bright light from outside just yet. A moan escapes her mouth as she gets up, her hand covering her painful abdomen. God, it seems even worse than last night, but she’s not worried. It’s normal to feel sore, unfortunately this is not the first time she’s been shot. Slowly, she shuffles to the bathroom while Sam watches her. “You alright?” he wonders, surprised by her condition. “Yeah, just a bit hungover,” she lies.

Sam decides not to ask any more questions. They may have only just met, but he’s under the distinct impression that he won’t get far if he goes at her with the third degree. He turns back to his laptop, watching an installation program proceed. The county website of Rochester is hidden in the lowest toolbar, and finally the slow moving progress bar hits a hundred percent. A program opens and asks for a password. “Damn it!” Sam curses. How on earth is he gonna crack this? He is pretty skilled with a computer, but he’s not a hacker. “What?” The voice comes from the bathroom, it’s just now that Sam hears the shower running. “Nothing,” he responds, absently. Zoë decides not to ask again. Besides, it’s not like she actually cares. The cleansing water coming from the showerhead feels like acid on her stitched up bullet wound, but at the same time it’s relieving. She rakes her fingers through her hair and lets the water rain down on her face. The silence bothers Zoë, she could use a little music to start her day. “Could you turn on the radio?” Silence. Sam is so focused on his work, that he doesn’t hear her. “Sam!” Zoë shouts over the noise of the shower. He snaps out of it. “What?” “Could you turn up the radio?” she repeats. “Dean’s asleep,” he reacts, typing strenuously. “So?” Again, Sam fails to respond. “Hello?!” “What? No, I can’t work with music,” he mutters thoughtlessly.

Zoë doesn’t ask again. Dean - knowing her better - would’ve probably noticed that unusual fact, but it’s not until Zoë walks by, completely naked and dripping wet, that she catches Sam’s attention. “Holy sh--" He swallows down the last word and quickly snaps his head away, almost falling off his chair. Not even a bit uncomfortable, the huntress elegantly parades to the table, leaving footprint shaped puddles in her wake. She bends over to turn up the volume, getting into Sam’s personal space. Look But You Can’t Touch by Poison blares from the radio once she gives the button a spin, but she doesn’t leave just yet. Amused, she turns to face him, leaning against the table, provokingly. The younger Winchester brother awkwardly tries to keep his eyes from wandering; it’s obvious he’s ill-at-ease.

“Never seen a naked woman before, geekboy?” “You could have warned me,” he responds, his voice slightly higher than usual, still looking away with wide opened eyes. “You could have turned up the radio,” she counters. Only when Zoë moves away from him again, he breathes out. When he’s pretty sure it’s safe to turn his head, Sam carefully glances at the bathroom. Thank God, she’s back in the shower. Again he rubs his face and stares at his brother for a moment, who’s still asleep. “Dean, you have no idea what you just missed,” he mumbles, before the huntress’ voice startles him again. “What’s that?” Sam shifts uncomfortably in his chair and stares back at the bathroom. “N-nothing!” he responds, too fast. Not a sound.

She’s not gonna come back out again, is she? Sam swallows apprehensively and tries to concentrate on his work, but he finds it difficult to do so. Whoa, I mean, really… Whoa. She might behave like a total bitch, but she’s breathtaking. He only had a glance, but the image is carved in his memory. Curvy, yet muscular; it’s clear she’s fit. He hits himself in the head; he cannot think of her like that. She’s a bitch, not sexy. Bitch, not sexy. Suddenly, he hears her voice echo from the bathroom. At first it scares Sam, because for a moment, it sounds like she’s right behind him, but then he’s pleasantly surprised as she joins in during the chorus of the song playing on the radio. “‘cause you can look but you can't touch, cause the best things in life ain't cheap. You can look but you can't touch, cause baby I ain't for keeps,” she sings, teasingly. Again, he peeks at the bathroom. He can see her pretty much perfect silhouette through the blurred glass, and he quickly turns his head. Sam Winchester, keep it together! He’s disgusted by the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off her, but then again, any man who could, isn’t interested in the opposite sex.

The song fades into a new one, this time an easy listener: Changes by Black Sabbath. Not particularly a happy song, and it changes the mood in the room. “What’s up with the whole vampire lifestyle?” Zoë asks out of nowhere, after a long silence. Apparently, she doesn’t feel like singing anymore. She closes the faucet and the sound of the water falling down on the ivory colored tiles stops. “What?” Sam looks over at her, puzzled, although he can’t see her behind the glass. “There are about half a dozen empty coffee containers on the table.” Her voice sounds hollow in the empty bathroom, but Sam can hear her loud and clear. She opens the shower door and grabs her towel. It takes Sam a while to answer her question, as he’s trying to decide whether he should tell her or not. “I can’t sleep,” he answers shortly, choosing the latter. “Sure you’re not craving for human blood?” she jokes. Behind the blurred glass she shimmies in a pair of jeans and puts on her bra. “It’s nothing like that, really. It’s--” He pauses, scratching his chin, finding it difficult to talk about it, “- it’s Jessica.”

His thoughts wander as he folds his hands together and leans forward, his elbows on his knees, staring at a single pixel on the screen. Suddenly, it’s not that difficult to disregard the attractive Zoë. For a moment he pictures her, his pretty Jess. Long, curly blonde hair, that beautiful smile. God, she was gorgeous in every way. He was in love with her, he still is. “Girlfriend?” Zoë assumes. “Yeah, well… She was,” he answers with difficulty. “Oh, I see,” Zoë grins, thinking she got it figured. She enters the main room while she buttons her white-grey plaid blouse. “She dumped you, huh?” Sam remains quiet and leans back in his chair. He takes a sip from his coffee, still staring into nothingness. Meanwhile, Zoë sits down on her side of the mattress and takes a bottle of painkillers from the nightstand, popping two pills to dull the pain. She pulls a pair of socks and black leather ankle boots out of a backpack underneath her bed, putting them on while she glances at Sam. “You dumped her and regret it?” Zoë tries again.

He swallows thickly, trying to get rid of the lump that is building in his throat. Then he looks her straight in the eye, only for a few seconds, before he averts them down to the carpet again. It spooks her, the sudden and penetrating gaze, and she pauses her actions. But Sam is not angry with the huntress, who is shocked by what she sees in the depths of his pupils. So much sorrow, so much guilt. She knows that look, she knows it way too well.

“She’s dead,” she realizes. Sam doesn’t need to tell her, but he confirms with a nod, almost unnoticeable. She looks down at her boots, feeling sorry for him for the first time since they’ve met. Showing those feelings isn’t something she’s comfortable with, so she keeps it plain. “Because of something we hunt?” she asks carefully. “Yeah,” he answers shortly, looking at the empty coffee container in his hand.

An eerie silence falls over them, as the image of Jessica returns to his thoughts once again, the vision clear as a bell. This time he doesn’t see her smiling, he sees her in the state that he found her. He grinds his teeth, trying to ban the haunting memory from his mind. While Sam struggles, Zoë observes him, noticing something about the youngest Winchester that feels familiar, something she recognizes. He’s grieving, trying to cope with the impossible. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she says, pronouncing the words somewhat like a doctor would do, monotone and distant. It’s about as compassionate as Zoë gets these days, and although Sam only encountered her a couple of hours ago, he seems to realize it. When he looks up, his eyes glisten. He doesn't say a word, but gives her a thankful nod. Although this is a painful moment, she cannot drop the question that led to the reveal. “I can’t help but notice, though, that you’re not completely honest with me.” She gets up from the bed and shoves the curtains aside, letting the bright sunlight in. Dean, facing the window, groans and turns his head. He breathes in deeply and lets out a sigh, but doesn’t wake up. When Zoë’s sure he’s still out, she continues. “You see, you say you can’t sleep. I think you can, but just don’t want to. Otherwise you wouldn’t need six large cups of coffee to stay awake,” she analyses smartly.

Sam glances at the empty containers on the table and scoffs; someone’s observant. Seems like she’s figuring him out in record time. Strangely, he doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Actually, he wants to tell her. Dean knows his little brother has nightmares about the dreadful event, but doesn’t know the whole truth. Sam doesn’t want to worry him or raise a red flag just yet, he’d rather figure out what’s going on first. But for some reason, the younger Winchester has the urge to open up. He trusts the huntress enough to reveal some of his darkest secrets, yet there’s a fair amount of distance between them to avoid awkwardness. Where that trust comes from, he’s not sure. It’s more than a gut feeling. If he didn’t know better, he would describe it as instinct. Sam looks over at Dean; he’s still sound asleep. Zoë notices. “You’re worried about him?” She huffs, looking back at the younger brother. “Don’t. You’ll need to set off a bomb before he wakes up.” Sam chuckles; seems like she’s got Dean figured out as well. He knows the two have more history than his brother let on, but he doubts that it was sexual, otherwise Dean would have bragged about it. Yet Sam can tell from the non-verbal communication that their bond lies deeper. Dean was there when her life got turned upside down, maybe he had a significant role to play in saving her from that demon. Whatever the origin of their strange relationship, it has them bickering like an old married couple.

Hesitation has him pondering. He trusts the female hunter, and on a certain level, so does Dean. But enough to allow her a glimpse at the skeletons in his closet? “I have these nightmares,” he blurts and then pauses, deciding that he might as well give her the whole story. “Let’s put it this way: I'd rather stay awake than have to experience them.” Zoë strolls through the room and halts on the other side, leaning against the wall; she seems interested all of a sudden. “Nightmares, huh?” she repeats, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “What do you dream about?” “All sorts of things. Bad things happening to people I don’t even know. Except for the first one.” He stares at the floor again. The huntress knows enough. “You dream about Jessica, didn’t you?” He nods. “Thing is, I don’t just dream about her now...” A shuddering exhale leaves his lips. Here goes nothing. “I saw her die... days before it happened.”

Zoë doesn’t respond, yet continues to intently observe him. He’s unable to read the huntress, but surprisingly enough, she doesn’t seem shocked by the statement. Sam glances over at Dean again, making sure he’s still asleep. Not wanting him to hear the conversation, he continues with a lowered voice. “I can’t put my finger on it. How is it even possible that I see an event take place days before it actually happens? It almost seems like--” “- a vision?” she fills in. “Yeah,” Sam whispers. “Come on, it’s strange. Even for people like us.” “It is strange.” Zoë bites her lip again; it seems to be a habit. “Do you have headaches?” she wonders, out of the blue. Puzzled, Sam glances up at her, but she doesn’t blink. “Yeah. I do, actually,” he realizes. “But with everything going on with Jess and Dad--” “John?” Zoë intervenes. “Yeah. He’s missing,” Sam clears up. The huntress scoffs. “Aha. He’s good at that sort of thing.” Sam registers the cynical tone and narrows his eyes, but decides to ignore the comment. “This is different. He just took off one night, left Dean and disappeared. That’s when my brother came to Stanford,” Sam tells her. “To drag your ass back into the family business?” “Yeah. I guess that was his intention, but it isn’t the reason why I’m hunting again,” he says. “Mom was murdered, and now Jess? It’s too much of a coincidence, especially with Dad gone. Something’s up.” She walks back to the window and observes the parking lot outside. It’s a great day, the sun is shining brightly, smiling down at Rochester. It’s almost ironic, working on a dark case and discussing these family matters during weather so sunny; it doesn’t fit the picture. “Maybe something snatched him,” she mentions, not even considering that this conclusion might upset Sam. “No,” he counters fiercely. “Since when do monsters make such an effort to cover up the death of a hunter? When they take one of us, they leave a body for others to find.” She frowns at that, nodding slightly. Sam has a point. “You think he’s on a hunting trip?” “I think he’s hunting down the son of a bitch that killed Mom and Jess,” Sam speaks up.

Zoë continues to stare at the passing cars on the freeway and pulls on her bottom lip with her teeth, thinking about his assumption. The younger Winchester is probably right. John has always been obsessed with the thing that killed his wife and he will do anything to get revenge. No matter what the consequences, no matter what the sacrifice. She sits down on the bed again, this time not facing the window, but Sam. His girlfriend, his mother’s death, John Winchester’s disappearance, maybe even the nightmares, this could all be connected. Without making eye contact, she frowns and lets a sigh escape her chest. “Are you absolutely sure that the thing that killed your mother came back, Sam? ’Cause this could be pretty damn important,” she urges. This time she does observe him, her dark eyes boring deeply into his. He gazes back, hurt by the memories resurfacing, yet confident. “I saw my girlfriend, pinned on the ceiling, bleeding on me, after which she caught fire. The same way Dad saw Mom burn.” Sam pronounces his words slowly, his voice breaks halfway through the sentence. Zoë can imagine the scenario haunts him. He relives it, every day, every time he thinks of her. “It’s the same monster,” Zoë realizes, as the pieces begin to fall into place.

The young Winchester doesn’t respond, not until has picked up her biker’s jacket from the chair and heads for the door. “Where are you going?” “I’m gonna check on my Dave. I thought I heard a sputter in the engine last night,” Zoë explains, but halts by the door. “One more question.” Sam waits patiently, looking at her from where he’s seated. She seems to hesitate, but then continues without looking him in the eye. “Do you have them during the day?” “What? The nightmares?” he returns, puzzled. She nods, glancing up at him now. “Wouldn’t be nightmares then, would they?” he returns, not understanding her reasoning behind the question. “You’re right, never mind. I’ll grab some lunch on my way back in. Meanwhile, good luck getting that brother of yours out of his coma.”

The door closes, and Sam is left with his unconscious sibling. The younger Winchester shakes his head while he scoffs. She’s a strange girl, that Zoë Sullivan. She has a dark sense of humor; sarcastic, cynical. Arrogant, even more so than Dean; now that’s a new one. It doesn’t happen very often that they come across someone who can knock the older Winchester on his ass. Or is all that big talk just a facade she’s trying to keep up? She seems bitter, even cruel at times, but her heart isn’t all black, not yet. Sam believes there’s a lot more under the surface. Loneliness, anger, frustration, sorrow, fear; he knows those feelings and deep down, Zoë probably knows them, too.

There’s something about her that he recognizes. All three of them lost their normal lives because of something supernatural. Dean was four years old when he was introduced to this world so few people know about, and grew up in it. Zoë, on the other hand, was twenty-one when she found out. He himself stepped back from the hunting fields and was about to study law at Stanford, until a few weeks ago, that is. Sure, Dean might pretend that he embraces his hunting career and that ordinary is dull, but if he ever gets the chance, Dean would want out, too. All of them were normal up to a certain point in their lives, and that’s what they have to hold on to. It gives them the slightest bit of hope they need to keep going, believing that one day they might be able to return to that simple life. Whatever happens, though, things will never be the same again. People died and won’t ever come back. They will always know. They will always be looking over their shoulder. They will always be hunters.

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ganymedesclock · 6 years

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Per the next season, slightly concerned that the paladins are returning to Earth while strategically weakened – I’m a little worried that the Garrison might try to claim jurisdiction inappropriately or make the Alteans jump through hoops to retrieve their own intellectual property. That said, the fact that the Kogane parents didn’t contact the Garrison because they didn’t want to drag Earth into things – not because of worries about the Garrison itself – is reassuring. Maybe things will be fine?

The short answer is no, I’m pretty sure that the paladins are not going to have to fight the Garrison. I’m gonna break up my reasons for this.

Stated values of the Garrison itself

While we know relatively little of the Garrison’s infrastructure, the highest stated rank we’ve heard is Commander, of which we have two examples. These would be Commander Sam Holt, and Commander M. Iverson (presumably “Mitch”, like the writer he was named after)

These are examples of people that the Garrison has rewarded and given power as people with the right ideas, so suffice to say their values reflect the sentiments of the larger Garrison.

Here’s what we know about Iverson:

He and Shiro appear to have been fairly close. Both forego rank when speaking to or about each other (Iverson calls him “Shiro”, Shiro merely calls him “Iverson” when Sam is “Commander Holt”)

Explicitly, when training his students, Iverson emphasizes that the overall success of the team is more important than any individual victory (“And worst of all, the whole jump, they’re arguing with each other! Heck if you’re going to be this bad individually the least you can do is work as a team!”)

Chooses to enforce quarantine procedure over hearing out Shiro and puts the Garrison on lockdown / responds very significantly to an unknown crash near his facility. However, never once during breaking Shiro out does anyone shoot at Keith’s bike, even though we know the Garrison staff present is armed with guns.

Iverson is also specifically physically present during the quarantine, though this is likely beneath him, and talks to Shiro directly, telling him to calm down and that they’re just quarantining him. In the order to sedate Shiro, he explicitly says to do so until they know what “that thing” (the arm) is capable of.

Iverson’s response to the arm is vindicated by canon, which later reveals Shiro’s prosthetic is, in fact, a weapon and quite a dangerous one capable of harming both Shiro himself and those around him.

He punishes both Keith and Pidge for transgressions against Garrison privacy or faculty, but both times, does not punish as much as he could. Given we learn in s6e5 that Keith had multiple difficulties at the Garrison that Shiro had to vouch for, it’s very likely what led up to his expulsion was the final straw. However, Iverson still chooses to emphasize Keith as the best pilot in his class rather than as the local delinquent.

Uses the Kerberos mission as a cautionary tale, clearly emphasizing that it is vitally important for the next generation of explorers to be as prepared as possible and survive where their predecessors did not. In fact, emphasizes the survival of personnel exclusively- Iverson makes no particular comment about the success of the mission, and Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are shown to fail the simulator when the ship crashed, not because they failed any specific objective. This is in sharp contrast to the Empire, who is established in the same episode as explicitly discouraging its operatives from self-preserving, emphasizing instead that they prioritize their mission over their own lives.

Here’s what we know about Commander Holt:

He’s often quoted as emphasizing the possibility to do something amazing over being too afraid of what could go wrong- but is otherwise indicated to be a reasonably cautious individual.

He possesses a certain disregard for Garrison secrecy- at least, is willing to breach official barriers to talk to his kids about them. Doesn’t have issues hiding things from the Garrison but doesn’t suggest that this is out of any fear or distrust of his workplace.

He has a fairly high level of clearance, and thinks highly of his organization, to the point that he has no qualms encouraging Pidge and Matt to follow in his footsteps.

Eager to help and motivated largely by curiosity and fascination for the wider universe.

Highly intelligent, to the point that his intellect was valued by even the capturing empire, hence his being transferred to a specialized prison and “office job”.

A warm, friendly person, and possibly one Shiro greatly admired (Shiro’s Monsters And Mana character’s mentor resembles Sam Holt)

Had no doubt the Garrison would listen to and cooperate with him quickly when returning to Earth.

This last point aligns with other testimonies- Shiro kept attempting to talk to the Garrison employees and tell them they didn’t have time, and while he doesn’t regret acting on his own, we’ve seen that Shiro does not have qualms acting behind the back of people that he otherwise respects (see his operations in s5e2 and s5e4)

Keith’s father also encouraged Krolia, on multiple occasions, to speak to the Garrison well after he had developed considerable fondness and empathy for her, thus making it very unlikely he’d want to expose her to dangerous people. Likewise, Krolia’s rationale is that it would endanger the Garrison, not that it would endanger her position.

(That’s a pretty big deal if you consider almost everything in Krolia’s experience would tell her that military organizations supported by the main government are not to be trusted)

If we assume Keith’s father was a Garrison employee, and add him to the ranks of the Holts, Shiro, and Iverson, there’s a consistent thread that basically every single Garrison person we’ve spent time around has been established as an earnest, moral person.

Iverson is snappy and harsh, but in a show where one of its dearest and deepest-held morals is the Power of Friendship, that deep underlying virtue of the show is put in Iverson’s mouth first. His angriest criticism of Lance, Hunk, and Pidge is “forget the mission, forget the outside parameters, you need to stick up for each other and you need to stick together.” And Iverson’s proved right when we see Hunk, Pidge, and Lance (plus Keith) working together as a team, they get in, rescue Shiro, get out, and with Shiro’s help once he wakes up, get to the Blue Lion.

Sure, we don’t know much of the Garrison’s upper management, and they could be a bit of a wildcard... but the overwhelming message here is that the Garrison’s heart is in the right place. These are people you can trust to care about the right things, because their values, their ideals, are not only things our heroes can get behind, but the point where they disagree with the heroes is they’re more concerned with caution and preservation.

These are not the kind of people who are going to start shit with the Defender of the Universe when Earth might be in danger.

The Garrison doesn’t have a leg to stand on even if they were likely to

A good chunk of Voltron’s current forces are former Garrison cadets and personnel. However, Voltron itself is pretty unambiguously not Earth property. They’d be really hard-pressed to argue why they’re offending a foreign dignitary who has a lot more power and authority in the larger galactic community than they do- remember, Allura has a standing army at her beck and call, and while she wouldn’t leverage it against Earth, it’s going to be pretty obvious she’s not someone the Garrison can strong-arm.

And if they try to flex rank on the Earth paladins? Not going to work. Remember, these kids started out breaking quarantine to go find the Blue Lion. The Garrison already has a working model of what’s gonna happen if these people’s coworkers (in Shiro’s case) and instructors (in the other Earth paladins’ case) try to put their foot down and give them orders.

Shiro is a Garrison employee and they might have some grounds to direct him in that sense, but he’s also the Black Paladin, which gives him an obvious role and rank in the coalition’s forces- which is not under Earth’s jurisdiction. Earth hasn’t even properly joined the coalition yet and no matter the composition of the paladins, that’s not going to immediately give Earth a major role compared to, say, Olkarion which is far more entrenched as a coalition capital.

Besides which... Earth doesn’t remotely have the infrastructure or the technology to flex against the paladins, against the Lions. Other continuities have done plots of the Garrison stealing the Lions for their own uses, but you have to understand in most other continuities, Earth is already a superpower in the galactic community with FTL travel, allies, and influence. VLD’s Earth is not in a position where they have the muscles to flex against even a single Lion. All of the technology they have was given to them by Sam Holt, who was sent home with the grace and assistance of Voltron and the Coalition. That’s not a position to spit on the Coalition from.

It would rapidly become a standoff of Shiro going “listen, we like you, we deeply respect you, and that’s the reason we don’t want to reduce you to pulp right now, which is where this standoff is gonna go, because I am basically driving a sentient alien superweapon and you guys have modified lunar rovers at best.”

Furthermore, even if the Garrison brass isn’t woven from quite the same moral fiber as Iverson and Sam Holt... that just means that their defenses aren’t going to be ironclad because we can at least count on the Garrison folk we know outright defying those more callous orders.

The Garrison is very likely going to have much toothier fish to fry than going after Voltron itself

Sendak’s still at large. Sendak’s already aired the idea, as far back as season 1, of going after Earth. And Sendak has also established a conspicuous track record of attacking people less out of tactical advantage and more in the interest of punishing them for resisting him.

It’s basically a given, at some point or another, Sendak is going to attack Earth. Even without him in the picture, part of the reason they sent Sam home was exactly what Allura said in s1e1:

“Earth is here. An attack on your planet is inevitable.”

Everybody’s been taking it as a given that the war is gonna come to Earth’s doorstep. The only question they have is when, and how much time they’ll have to prepare.

Now, it’s entirely possible we’re gonna see them pull a Dairugger/ Vehicle Voltron allusion out of it by having Earth mount a specialized combat fleet, but for the sake of drama (and the writers confessing they aren’t that attached to VV) it’s likely whatever Earth is planning won’t be ready for takeoff by the time trouble comes calling.

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ooenvy-blog · 5 years

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Of all things on the net, this story is probably the one I’ve edged (and orgasmed when I’ve failed) to the most. Small excerpt below:

"What have we done to you?" The "doctor" continued, adjusting his glasses again as he returned to the chart. "Well, quite a bit actually. You've been under sedation here at the clinic for 4 days, during which we have done most of the heavier work in developing you for your new role as an 'fantasy' pleasure companion. It's dangerous to keep you under for much longer than that, so we've allowed you to awaken while keeping you on a high dosage of muscle relaxants, tranquilizers, and some pain blockers Otherwise, you might thrash about and cause unsightly scarring at the sites of your recent procedures....which we wouldn't want, would we? And of course it is easier for everyone if you remain compliant while we perform the remainder of the procedures that have been ordered."

"In terms of what we've done so far: one of our talented surgeons has narrowed your feet, for aesthetic appeal, and reinforced them with titantium rods to facilitate walking 'en pointe' - like a ballerina - without dislocating your toes or turning your ankles. There is some loss of flexibility with this procedure: when you stand, your heels will no longer be able to touch the ground. It's high heels or tippy-toes for you from now on, my girl!"

"Your mammary enhancement is well underway, using a procedure developed right here at the clinic. Your natural bust, 36C, was a little larger than average for your build, but we can do much better. Our surgeon has removed most of the fatty tissue in your breasts and implanted highly elastic polymer sacs. Now we will inject, at intervals, a solution into the sacs, through ports installed in your armpits. You've had two courses of injections already, while you slept. As the sacs are inflated, they will stretch your breasts, and we will give you oral and topical supplements to encourage the growth of new skin. Don't worry, it's all scheduled so there will be a minimum of stretch marks, we know what we're doing. When we have grown your breasts to the ordered size, which is, let me see..." He flipped through the chart again.

"10,000 CCs.... oh my!" he laughed. "Well, you do have the skeletal structure to carry that. When we've expanded you to within 80% of that point we'll make a final injection of a small amount of catalyst that will cause the liquid to expand to the ordered volume and stiffen into a soft, slightly foamy plastic. The final look and feel will be quite similar to natural breasts - except that since the foam is a little less dense than natural tissue, and the sacs add resilience, your breasts will resist gravity somewhat better than home-grown breasts of similar size. Then the valves in your armpits will be removed and the wounds closed."

Through the shock and drug-induced fog the girl latched onto the number "10,000 CCs," and tried to understand what that meant. She had always been good with metric conversions....1,000 CCs in a liter, 10 liters.... a liter is just a little bigger than a quart, so....more than two and a half gallons? And was that the total volume he intended for both breasts, or was that for...each?!?

The doctor was droning on. "...lower abdomen, and we'll probably do more lipo at a few other points later. We've enhanced your already fine hip-to-waist ratio by removing about half your small intestine, which you won't need on your new diet, and tucking in your abdominal muscles here and there. After the swelling goes down you'll probably be around 1.8 or a little better, even before we begin the corset training. You have the potential to become a truly spectacular specimen in that department.

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tenthousandmusesmaybemore · 3 years

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Yakuma Verses

Modern:

Yakuma was originally just a foreign exchange student to Japan for his second year of junior high school. This is when he meets Kohi for the first time. After she chases off some people who had been periodically destroying his school supplies and lunches, he develops a serious crush on her. He never has the chance or guts to say anything about it, though, before his year there is over.

During his stay, he managed to receive a pretty good (especially considering his age at the time), long-term internship from one of the hospitals in the area that could begin once he reached 15. He returned to the Netherlands for his last year of junior high but returned to Japan the following year to begin this internship.

He rented out his own apartment and took up a job to support himself and pay his expenses. The first half of his first year of high school was fairly hard, he was still occasionally singled out by students and teachers on the basis that he wasn’t a native to the country. It didn’t help that his crush, Kouhi, was attending the same high school and that her father was the school’s principal. He remained too afraid to approach her, not even sure she would remember him.

It wasn’t until later that year that he stumbled onto a rumor that one of his classmates, Utsuho Azako, had lost his foster father to a fire and was in want of a place to live. Assuming no one else was going to step up in any reasonable amount of time, he approached the school about it and was put in touch with the foster organization that Utsuho was a part of. He was upgraded to a slightly larger apartment complex, which Utsuho soon moved in to.

They hadn’t really talked much before moving in together, so Yakuma was unsure of what to expect of his new roommate. They do become friends, whether out of necessity or actual care for each other, and Yakuma learns the things about Utsuho that most people don’t know. Namely, that he’s actually a super nerdy, tanuki-obsessed, dork. Yakuma also begins to notice that now since he got close to Utsuho, a lot fewer people pick on him.

D. Gray Man:

Yakuma was a doctor at a regular hospital for several years before he ever heard of the earl or the order or anything like that. One day, however, in the middle of his shift, the hospital is attacked by an akuma. A group of exorcists who had been in town on a mission manage to stop it, but not before it has completely obliterated the hospital. Yakuma is one of the lucky few people who managed to survive the destruction. Somewhat beat up and irritated as his sudden lack of a job, he later approaches the exorcists who had stopped the attack. After a bit of haggling, he finally gets the whole story about what was really going on in the world and manages to, after yet more effort, secure a position as a nurse in the European branch of the order.

In this verse, Yakuma will probably be older as well as a bit more abrasive than regular Yakuma.

Kimetsu no Yaiba:

Yakuma began studying medicine at an early age in order to care for his sickly mother, long before he ever had any experience with demons. When his small port town is attacked by demons, but saved by a group of Demon Slayers, he feels a calling towards it, certain it would be a good way to save people like he’d always wanted to.

Now Yakuma serves with the Demon Slayer Corps in a supporting, medical/emergency care role. He eventually obtained a breathing style that is largely non-combative, and instead provides him with superhuman healing abilities; he can heal cuts, splint broken bones, repair both major and minor damage to organs, and can even reattach severed body parts–all in mere seconds, completely restoring proper form and function to any damaged area. Rather than a sword, Yakuma’s blade is that of a scalpel, which has taken on a yellowish-green color.

Breath of healing forms (in progress): First- First Aid. A technique for basic first-aid procedures on minor injuries (superficial cuts, sprains, etc). He’s not doing anything special. The controlled breathing simply makes him work faster than would be otherwise possible. Second- Sedation. Yakuma strikes pressure points to knock someone unconscious. Third- Cauterize. A technique focused on preventing blood loss through the direct repair of damaged blood vessels. Fourth- Splint. A technique for setting broken bones. Fifth- Cleanse. For poisonings and infections. May also require the use of an actual medication. ???- Chirurgie. The most complex form of the style, this allows him to perform the equivalent of any major surgery. He can reattach limbs, perform transplants, remove tumors, you name it.

ATLA:

Born to a sickly young woman of the Northern Water Tribe (and an outsider father whom Yakuma has never met), Yakuma was born a waterbender with a particular curiosity in the potential to use the powers to heal people. His early years were spent studying the craft of healing on his own, mostly by reading, using the few skills he had to help ease his mother’s illness. At one point, she suffers a bad fainting spell and he finds himself unable to help. Thankfully, an extremely skilled healer (originally from the Foggy Swamp Tribe) who happened to be visiting was able to bring her back to consciousness.

Later, after his mother eventually passes away from the illness, Yakuma decides to join this healer (whether or not the healer agrees) and learn from him. Once the healer eventually gives in to the situation, the pair spend time traveling around various kingdoms while Yakuma learns both more advanced healing as well as several more combative forms of waterbending (so that he’s able to defend himself against any potential attackers).

After learning all he can from his teacher, Yakuma returns to the Northern Water Tribe to work, occasionally traveling to learn about developments in medical sciences, both bending and technological.

#(( Character: Yakuma ))

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boydchloe · 4 years

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