#sck fanfiction

[asharkapologist]

Best Laid Plans: a brief Secrets Can Kill story

for @oceandrew​ because you said you’d read this if I wrote it and for @pinelesstree because you encourage my weird hyperfixations :)

word count: 2329

Jake walked into his room and threw his backpack at the foot of his bed, muttering a few choice words to himself. More carefully, he set his video camera onto his desk, but then swore again and kicked the one of the legs of his desk. 

That…maybe could have gone better. He wasn’t planning on Mitch pulling out a gun in the middle of discussing arrangements. Maybe that was some lack of foresight on Jake’s part…. Sure, Mitch was just some stupid criminal, too dumb to go to college, so he worked as a custodian at the pharmacy, school, and as maintenance man on top of his drug racket, but he was still a criminal. Duh, some of them carried weapons.

Jake winced. His face still hurt, though.

But Jake was smart. Smarter than Mitch. While he and Mitch were arguing in front of the video lab in the school (they’d met there at six, and plenty of athletes, janitors, and security personnel were still in the premises, so the door was unlocked), Mitch pulled out his gun, pointed it at Jake, and yelled at him to give him his video tapes and video camera. Jake had yelled back at Mitch, hoping to attract somebody to the video lab to scare Mitch off. 

After about a minute, his plan worked, but not before Mitch had hit him with his gun.

Jake winced as he touched the side of his face. That was going to leave a mark. He’d been stunned for a moment, but before Mitch could hit him again, they’d both heard footsteps rapidly approaching the video lab. Once they’d heard the footsteps, Jake ran out the doors of the school, jumped on his bike, and peddled away…though he wasn’t sure where Mitch had gone.

He sat on his bed and cursed to himself again. If that had gone better, then he would have gotten enough money to be out of Paseo del Mar by the end of the week.

If he wanted to get money out of Mitch, he had to do something different. Maybe not meet him in person again, Jake didn’t like getting hit and would rather not repeat such an experience again. Maybe Jake could leave him another note somewhere, or use Daryl or Hector as a deliveryman. Probably Daryl, since he knew Mitch already. Or maybe not, considering who knew what would make Mitch pull out his gun, though Mitch did rely on Daryl for running what was most likely drugs, so Mitch probably wouldn’t attack him. And besides, Daryl wasn’t smart enough to get the best of Mitch. Jake had outsmarted both of them. He could take care of himself. If Jake could organize some sort of dead drop or something, that would be best. Something that wouldn’t require any face-to-face communication with Mitch. Just let him control Mitch from the shadows and then disappear once he got the money he wanted.

He did take comfort in the fact that Mitch hadn’t shot him. Maybe the gun was just for intimidation. Maybe he was all talk and no show. Maybe he wouldn’t really kill anyone. 

Jake would just have to watch his back while at work and school to make sure Mitch didn’t show up and mug him.

Something tapped at his window. 

He ignored it and stood up from his bed. He’d mostly sorted everything in his room into “I want to take this with me” and “I don’t want to take this with me” when he moved out, hopefully next week, if all went according to plan. He’d almost finished writing the letter to his dad explaining why he’d be randomly gone one day. Though it might be a while before his dad noticed. Their paths didn’t cross all that much. This week was an exception, since with their current house guest, Jake’s father wanted to try to eat dinner together to at least keep up appearances; awkwardly try to get to know his ex’s daughter more while she stayed at their house. Jake doubted his dad would organize a massive search party to pick him up, even if he or someone found the video tape saying Jake was going to Dread Isle. His dad was apathetic like that, didn’t really care about Jake. Jake was, too, he didn’t really care about his father. Their relationship was convenient like that. 

The tapping continued.

Maybe he could give Mia some more clues to find his video tapes. Sure, his half-sister would only be here for another few days, but if she really tried, she could probably find all of the clues needed to find the hidden tapes, or at least the one showing where he was heading next week. Especially because some clues were hidden away in the library. She liked reading, so he imagined she’d be especially thrilled to find he’d inserted clues into the library’s catalog. Sure, she didn’t live in Florida, but if she just confidently walked into school or Maxine’s after hours, no one would suspect anything or question her.

More tapping.

And hey, if she--or anyone in the school, though he doubted anyone in the school would find out anything, since everyone at the school were all idiots--found the clues he’d left hinting at his classmates’ misdeeds, good for her/them. If not…well, at least Jake could forget about them when he was on Dread Isle. If Daryl kept up being a drug runner, if Hector continued stealing and using drugs, if Connie kept committing fraud, if Hal kept cheating…karma would catch up to them eventually. They were all obsessed with going to college (waste of time, if you asked Jake, he had showed in the past couple months you didn’t need a college degree to get money), and even if everyone threw away Jake’s messages on the bulletin boards, someone would eventually find out what disgusting hypocrites they were; walking around with their holier-than-thou attitudes while committing crimes of themselves (especially Daryl, Jake genuinely hoped he met the same financial ruin as his father when his perfect, golden boy reputation and appearance crashed and burned eventually, because if there was any justice or karma in the world, that would happen). Maybe it wouldn’t be Jake who ultimately exposed them, but out of sight, out of mind. Thinking about them would ruin his private island/life of solitary luxury, so he’d do his best to avoid letting them ruin his retirement.

The tapping had turned into pounding.

Seriously, what on earth--he thought as he turned around towards his window.

And gasped, jumping backwards, his throat suddenly constricting as his heartbeat shot up.

Mitch was standing there.

How on earth did he--?

He had been tapping on the window with his gun.

Jake pressed himself against his dresser, trying to remain standing, despite his limbs suddenly wanting to give out. Why on earth was Mitch here? This was Jake’s house, he was supposed to have privacy here, how did he follow him here? 

“If anything happens to me…” 

Okay, he hadn’t actually thought that something was going to happen to him when he’d recorded that on his video tape; he was just supposed to take Mitch’s money and have the guy leave him alone.

Mitch was glowering at him as he made a “come here” gesture.

Jake was feeling rather sick but he tried his best to ignore such feelings as he straightened up--he just startled me, that’s it, I’m fine, I have control of the situation--and walked to the window.

“What do you want?” he muttered, opening his window. “Here to pay up?”

“Not at all. We’re going to meet again.”

“I don’t have anything else to say. Give me the money or I’ll turn you into the police and--”

The word died in Jake’s throat as Mitch shoved the gun into Jake’s face.

“I have a few different things to say,” Mitch said quietly as Jake crossed his eyes staring down the barrel of the gun. “Meet me at the school tonight, by the entrance in the back of the school to the boiler room at 11 p.m.”

“Wh-why do you think I’d be stupid enough to meet you then, when the security’s left for the night by then?”

A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corners of Mitch’s mouth. “It is unfortunate for you, isn’t it? Would you like to know what will happen if you don’t?”

“I can guess,” Jake said, forcing himself to look away from the gun and instead at the man holding it. His face must have been ashen, but he tried to wipe his face clean of emotion as he faced Mitch

“I know where you live, Jake,” Mitch said, his voice uncannily quiet, considering he’d been yelling at Jake at the school not one hour ago. “Obviously. If you aren’t by the school by then, I’ll come here and shoot you. And I’ll shoot anyone else who lives here. And don’t think you can run away, either--my, ah, business, as you called it--it has a lot of people involved all around Florida. Within a few days, they’d all know what you look like.”

Jake didn’t say anything, and Mitch continued, “So we’ll discuss arrangements on my terms, this time--at the school at eleven tonight. I’ll see you there.”

And he put his gun away, backing away from the window. A few minutes later, Jake heard a car engine turn on and drive away.

He exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair, slumping against the wall.

He wanted to meet…tonight…at the school. With no one else around. No risk of security or anyone else running into them.

A sudden, horrible thought slammed into him.

You’re not getting out of this alive.

Shut up! 

You’re outclassed.

No, I’m not. I’ve already blackmailed four criminals.

Did any of them come to your house to threaten to murder you?

Shut. UP.

It was almost seven now. He’d have to leave a bit past 10:30 to make it to the school by eleven.

A strangled noise was building up in the back of his throat, and breathing was starting to sound faint, shaky. 

Shut UP. Come on, think. 

Wait, the bulletin boards…

If he went to the school now, he could make it back to school at about 7:30. The security guards, athletes, coaches, janitorial staff, and maybe some theater kids cleaning up after rehearsal would still be there.

If someone asked what he was doing, he could tell them that he forgot to do something, forgot to leave something on the bulletin boards for tomorrow, say he left something in his locker, something. He just needed a printer and some paper. Maybe just even paper and a pen.

Messages, he could leave messages…

Someone knocked on his door, and he jumped.

“Jake?” Mia called.

He cleared his throat and exhaled slowly, calming down. “Yeah?”

His half-sister opened the door and frowned. “You good? What happened to your face?”

Oh that. Again, he unconsciously brushed against his injury. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just, uh, fell off my bike.”

“Uh-huh.  Dinner’s ready.”

“Oh. Right.” He cleared his throat. “Actually, Mia, you and my dad can eat without me. I have to run to the school to do something real quick.”

She frowned and crossed her arms. “You know, you’re weird, Jake. The way you were talking to that kid in the library. You were exchanging papers or something, and that kid really looked unhappy. You told me that you really hate your classmates, and that they hate you…but I guess I underestimated how much. Even walking down the hallway, people were throwing you dirty looks! You don’t seem physically strong enough to shove kids into lockers. And now you show up with the side of your face injured. What are you doing? Why are you exchanging papers with people? Why does everyone hate you? Why do you look like you were punched? And why are you being so mysterious about what you’re doing next week?”

Ooh, she was good. Definitely worthy of being his sister. Jake guessed their mother had been the smart one in her and Jake’s father’s brief relationship, since Jake definitely didn’t get his intelligence and cunning from him.

“I…” He tried to give a confident, nonchalant smirk, but suspected it looked more like a pained grimace. “Um…would you believe me if I told you I have a job, some side-hustles outside of my job at the diner?”

She raised an eyebrow. “You a drug dealer? My friend says that every high school has them. Or do you gamble? That can get you a lot of money if you rig the system. Or do people in a random Florida town have blackmailable secrets?”

You’d be surprised. He shrugged noncommittally, avoiding looking at her. “Something. Uh--I promise I’ll give you more hints and stuff later,” he said, standing up. “I’ll--”

“No, really, are you okay?” 

She had dropped some of the accusation in her tone.

“Uh, what do you mean? Of course I’m fine.” He could feel the situation, their conversation slipping out of control, out of his control. Come on, he had this all planned out for weeks. Mitch wasn’t going to ruin his perfectly-laid plans. He wasn’t scared, he wasn’t scared. “I told you that I just fell off my bike. You don’t need to examine everything, you know--”

 “It’s not just your face. You look kinda sick and pale, and that’s saying something. You’re one of the whitest guys I know.”

“I--I’m fine,” he said. He really wished she would leave. He could tell that his voice was losing its strength, becoming more unsteady. He kept seeing the gun Mitch had pushed in his face twice now. “But I just have to run to the school and do something real quick. I’ll be back in forty-five minutes or an hour. Don’t wait for me. I’ll…I’ll give you some hints about what’s going on later, okay?”

if you got this far, thanks for reading! if this gets ten notes, I might continue it/make a proper, longer story. I do love my villain protagonists.

bonus points if you caught the literary reference in the title!

#nancy drew #nancy drew games #secrets can kill #secrets can kill remastered #sck #sckr #jake rogers #hello! this is a bad fanfiction #because i think jake is an interesting character okay? #and we know close to nothing about him so i am now going to write stuff about him #he is my special interest character #fanfiction #mitch dillon

[moodypetrichorlove28]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sen Çal Kapımı (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Serkan Bolat/Eda Yildiz Characters: Serkan Bolat, Eda Yildiz, Aydan Bolat, Engin Sezgin, Efe Akman Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Eda knows the truth!, Reunions, Second Chances, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Declarations Of Love

Summary:

There’s something in her eyes that makes it hard to breathe.

#edser #serkan bolat #eda yildiz #eda x serkan #serkan x eda #serkan bolat x eda yildiz #otp: duygularımız karşılıklı #otp: gitme #otp: sen benim dünyamsın #sen çal kapımı #sen cal kapimi #edser fanfiction #sck fanfic #moodypetrichorlove28 writes #ff:moody #ff: mine #mrsgreenworld #turkish shows #turkish dizis

[missmonsters2]

Hi. gonna say this in spanish bc my english scks

:(

Primero que todo, me encantan tus historias, siempre me siento bien cuando termino de leerlas. Definitivamente sos una de mis escritoras favoritas de tumblr.❤️‍🔥 Gracias por darnos tanto contenido. ❣️

(aceptas cripto? me gustaria donarte algo pero en mi pais (Argentina) se me hace muy dificil contar con paypal💔)

Hi, darling! Thank you so much for loving my stories and supporting me, it means so much! 💘

It's very kind of you to want to donate 😊 but in regards to writing fanfic, I personally don't accept donations as I just do this as a hobby and I try to stay away from the slippery slope of money & fanfiction.

Just a reblog comment is enough for me 💘💘 Thank you so much for a support!

#mm: answered #anon

[mrsgreenworld]

So, my one-shot has turned into a monster 🙈 Might become a multi-chapter fic. But for now, here's the first part.

It's a pure speculation as well as canon divergence because the grandma doesn't show up just yet.

I don't own any of the characters, all of them and the show belong to the writers, production company and FOX channel.

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A Technicality

Serkan was sitting at his desk in Art Life office, deep in thought, contemplating all the mess he had managed to create for and around himself as well as his already very fragile relationship with Eda.

It wasn't how he had imagined everything going when he had asked Eda for those three wishes. The first one was her unconditional trust, which Eda, sadly, couldn't give him. And Serkan started suspecting that it wasn't really about Eda not being ready to trust him again. Serkan had a feeling that Eda's pride and stubbornness were to blame as well as lingering hurt. She hadn't completely forgiven him. Her denying him what he so desperately craved - herself - was her form of punishment. But in her desire to punish and teach him a lesson, Eda was only causing both of them more distress. And that's what Serkan found so frustrating. That is what actually pushed him to these extreme measures.

"Oh god, what am I doing? Unbelievable. Look, Eda Yıldız, at what you're making me do" Serkan thought for the upteenth time in the last couple of days.

It started the night Eda fulfilled his second wish and came to him. Although it wasn't much of a surprise for him because he just knew it in his bones, felt it in every cell of his body - that she would come. Balca's visit, however, was unexpected. And the moment Serkan saw the woman at his doorstep, a crazy idea sprung up in his mind - to invite her in just to push Eda's buttons. He cringed internally at his own suggestion they had dinner but desperate time called for desperate measures. And Serkan really was desperate. Call it a manipulation, and maybe it was, maybe that's what Eda would claim to be yet another attempt at controlling her, but Serkan was literally starting to go out of his mind. He could no longer stand being so close to her, with no more secrets between them, yet sometimes it seemed they were oceans apart. Eda was slipping away, she had erected a wall around herself, not allowing Serkan to get too close. Every time he thought they had made a step forward, Eda threw them three steps back by bringing up the contract.

Oh, how he hated the damn thing! He wanted to burn it, scatter the ashes in the wind and then proceed with wiping out every electronic copy out of existence.

So, he was basically grasping at straws, when he decided that Balca's presence could help him finally make Eda crack. He wasn't going to act interested because, for one, it would never work, he wouldn't be able to pull it off while Eda even as much as breathed in his general direction. He had, however, noticed Balca's interest, and decided to play along with that, pretending to be clueless about her advances. So he acted polite whenever Balca found an excuse and came to him. He ignored her sitting too close to him, supported her with his arm when she lost her balanced, fought the urge to pull away when she leaned over him or brushed his arm. He turned a blind eye on supposedly accidental touches. And all of that seemed to have been paying off because Eda looked more and more like a ticking bomb ready to explode.

But then their non-date on the skating rink happened and everything was so perfect that Serkan, unable to contain his happiness and feeling light-headed, confessed to Eda in a rush his grand plan to stir jealousy and force her to claim him as her man. Everything Serkan earned after this confession was yet another slap across his face and a "You're unbelievable, Serkan Bolat!".

Today, in the office, Eda had been sulking and demonstratively ignoring him. Add Balca and her unwanted attention, which was getting too bold to remain comfortable, into the mix and what you got would be a very annoyed and exhausted Serkan Bolat.

A knock pulled Serkan from his thoughts. He looked up to see Melek. She smiled blindingly at him and gave him a small wave:

"You busy, Enişte?"

Serkan felt a smile forming on his face upon hearing the word "Enişte", which now between himself and Melek had turned into a form of endearment.

"No, I am free for you. Come in" Serkan said with fondness.

Melek came up to his work desk and pulled a chair to sit down.

"So, what is it? Is it Eda? Is something wrong with Eda?" Serkan felt panic spreading in his chest and looked past Melek, at the open office space, frantically searching for Eda.

He relaxed a little when he saw her sitting at her regular place, studying something closely on her computer.

"Calm down, Enişte. Everything is fine. Dada is fine. Well, apart from being an idiot, she's fine"

"Hm, what? An idiot?" Serkan asked, confused.

"Yes, you are both idiots. Sitting here, brooding, instead of just talking. Look, Dada trusts you. And she wanted to tell you this that night on the skating rink but then you told her that you had been making her jealous on purpose. You know our girl, of course she got pissed off. To her it just looked like another one of your attempts to control her"

"I know that, Melek! I know it was dumb and manipulative. I just... I just wanted her to finally stop hiding behind the contract and do something"

"I understand that. And, I think, Eda does too now. She sees how much you've been trying to change. But you don't have to or need to change change, you know. She's not expecting you to become a different person"

"I am trying to be a better person, for her"

"And I am happy to hear you say that. But... just make sure you're doing it for yourself too, ok? Because you know what Dada said to me yesterday?"

Melek looked at Serkan with a small secretive smile.

"She said:

"Yes, he is a robot and he drives me crazy half of the time with his robotic tendencies. But he's my robot, Melo, you know? And what if he suddenly stops being my robot? What if I come to the office one day and there's a... vanilla prince charming instead of my robot? Looking like him but not actually him".

And then she turned into a crying mess. But my point is - she loves you for who you are. Faults and all. She just has trouble telling you that. I guess a communication problem is something you two have in common"

Serkan just full-on belly-laughed at Melek's comment. He suddenly felt so much lighter. All the worry, doubt, fear and insecurities of the recent days just... vanished. A sense of calm certainty settled inside of him instead. He believed now that him and Eda were gonna be okay. No matter what. No matter who.

Serkan was just about to open his mouth and thank Melek for having put his mind and heart at ease, when another knock echoed in his office and he saw Balca.

"I am sorry for interrupting but I need to discuss something with you, Serkan" said Balca and waved a yellow folder in her hands at him.

"Well, I was actually leaving. You two do your work thing and I will also go, do some... work. See ya around, Enişte!" Melek rambled and jumped to her feet.

"Melek! Thank you! We will talk a bit more later, ok?" Serkan said when Melek was about to exit his office.

"Yeah, sure thing, Enişte!"

Serkan switched his attention to Balca.

"I am listening, Balca, what is it?"

The young woman came to Serkan's desk and pulled out the chair, previously occupied by Melek. Balca took a seat and rolled closer to Serkan, which made her elbow bump into Serkan's forearm. Serkan shifted uncomfortably and tried to focus on the documents Balca had put before him. Balca started explaining that several business magazines wanted to publish interviews with him. She also showed a couple of press releases for him to approve. All in all, she remained professional and the next ten minutes or so passed relatively quickly.

"Ok, you can get in touch with the magazine, tell them I am ready to give an interview. But only on the dates I have mentioned"

"Got it. I will let you know once I hear from them"

Balca started collecting the documents and Serkan looked past her, his eyes searching for Eda. She wasn't, however, at her computer. Serkan scanned the open office space but there was no sign of Eda. So, when Balca rolled back in her chair and stood up, Serkan also got to his feet.

"Are you leaving?" Balca asked.

"No, just want to stretch my legs a bit. Shall we?" Serkan answered and motioned to the doors.

They exited Serkan's office together, with Balca walking closely. Serkan felt Balca's eyes on the side of his face but ignored the weight of her gaze. He noticed Melek sitting at one of the desks and approached her quickly.

"Melek!"

"Enişte?"

"Where is Eda?"

"Oh, I think she went to get a coffee"

"Ok, thank you"

Serkan moved in the direction of their office cafeteria when he noticed Balca following him. He stopped abruptly and Balca almost collided with his back. Serkan turned to face the woman and asked:

"Is there something else you want, Balca?"

"No, I think we've discussed everything" she answered with a smile.

"Then where are you going? I think you wanted to call the magazine and arrange that interview"

"Yes, of course, I will do just that. But I wanted to get some coffee first"

Serkan nodded and motioned for Balca to go forward. They entered the cafeteria together and Serkan immediately noticed Eda at the coffee machine. Eda heard approaching steps and turned her head in the direction of the sound. She visibly tensed upon seeing Balca and Serkan together.

"Eda, can I also get a cup of coffee?" asked Balca, coming to stand beside Eda at the coffee machine.

Even Serkan raised his eyebrows at that.

"By all means, be my guest" Eda motioned to the coffee maker with one of her hands.

She took a half-filled cup in her other hand and brushed past Balca. Eda moved to leave the cafeteria but Serkan quickly followed behind and caught her by the arm.

"Can we talk for a moment, please?" he said in a hushed whisper.

"There's nothing to talk about" Eda responded stubbornly.

"I think there is"

Serkan took Eda's hand and, threading their fingers together, pulled her in the direction of the stairs.

"What are you doing? Let go of my hand! Where are you taking me?" Eda protested.

"I am taking you to my other office on the second floor so that we could talk in private"

"Talk in private? I don't want to talk in private!"

Serkan stopped and turned to Eda with an exasperated sigh.

"You will talk to me"

Serkan pulled on Eda's hand but she refused to move.

"Eda, stop being a child. Let's go"

"I don't want to go. What are you gonna do? Throw me over your shoulder and carry me there?"

"You know, it's a great idea actually" he said dead serious.

Eda's eyes widened comically.

"Don't be ridiculous. Are you crazy? You cannot do such a thing"

"Oh, I can, Eda Yıldız. Because my patience is wearing thin"

"You won't do this"

"Try me"

Eda lifted her hand, still holding a coffee cup, higher.

"You wouldn't dare! I have hot coffee in my hand!"

"So what? You can splash it in my face all you want but then I will definitely throw you over my shoulder"

For the first time since Serkan got to know Eda Yıldız, she seemed lost for words. Serkan stepped closer to her, looked into her big eyes and said, softening his voice:

"Please, let's go and talk"

He tried to pour all his love, all his longing for her into his gaze. He mouthed a "Please" again. Eda's defences crumbled and she nodded quietly.

Never letting go of Eda's hand, Serkan led her upstairs to his office. Once they were inside, Serkan locked the door to prevent anyone from barging in. He moved to the couch and Eda followed, taking a seat beside him. Serkan shifted so that he was facing Eda who was now awkwardly nursing a cup of coffee between her hands. She brought it to her lips the same moment Serkan said:

"So, I am your robot"

Eda choked on her lukewarm coffee and started coughing violently. Serkan cursed at himself and took Eda's cup from her hands.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

He put her cup on the coffee table and handed her a tissue. Eda wiped at her hands and face, still coughing.

"Let me get you some water"

Serkan grabbed a water bottle from the coffee table and uncapped it for her.

"Here, drink this" he said, offering her the bottle.

Eda took it and made a couple of long gulps.

"Thank you" she finally managed to say.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I am, I'm fine" Eda nodded.

"So..."

Serkan rubbed his hands together and looked at Eda pointedly.

"Oh, shut up!" Eda exclaimed in embarrassment.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Your smug face is saying plenty"

"Well, I cannot help myself" Serkan said with a wide smile, his dimples showing.

"Melo told you, didn't she? Of course she told you! Offf...ya!"

Eda covered her face with both of her hands. Serkan moved from the couch and onto his knees, directly in front of Eda. He took her hands in his and pulled them from her face.

"Hey, look at me" he said softly.

Eda lifted her face, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, and looked into Serkan's eyes.

"There's nothing to feel embarrassed about because nothing about what you said is silly or untrue. I am your robot. Yours only" Serkan told her with conviction.

Eda's face lit up with happiness, adoration and so much love. She cupped both of his cheeks with her hands, her eyes finding his.

"I love you, you know that? For who you are. Just the way you are. You don't need to change for me to love you" she told him.

"But I want to change. I want to be better for you" Serkan said.

"Well, if you want to... Just don't do this because you think it's something I want from you. All I need is you. Your love, your trust, your respect. Let's give each other all of that, ok? If we trust and support each other and talk to each other, we will be okay"

"We will, right?"

"Yes" Eda nodded with a smile and pressed her forehead to his.

Serkan closed his eyes, just living and breathing in the moment. They were sitting like this, in comfortable silence, for several minutes when Serkan finally whispered:

"You want to know my third wish?"

Eda chuckled and pulled away slightly.

"You know I do, I am curious like that" she said with a smile.

Serkan reached into his pants pocket and pulled out Eda's flower ring. He heard Eda gasp: "Serkan!"

"I know now is not the right time. But very soon, when you're ready, I want you to put this ring back on and never take it off again. And once it's back on your finger, I want to put another one here" he pulled her left hand from his face and ran his thumb over her ring finger.

Serkan watched Eda's eyes fill with tears when he asked in a whisper: "Okay?"

Eda nodded and whispered back: "Okay".

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The rest of the day went in a blur. Serkan felt like a teenager. Only he never felt this light, happy and carefree when he actually was a teen.

He was basically useless at work, unable to concentrate, so he just stopped trying and was watching Eda instead. From time to time he would ask her to come into his office. She pretended to be exasperated but the smiles she couldn't contain betrayed her.

Balca came by several times. She caught on his mood change immediately:

"You seem different. Happier. You weren't like that in the morning"

"Well, I received some good news"

"That's wonderful! Care to share?"

"It's personal"

The second Balca left his office with a tight smile and a dry nod, Serkan's eyes drifted to Eda but she wasn't at her desk. Serkan got to his feet and went out of his office, in search for Eda. He peaked into the conference room but found it empty and went to check the cafeteria. The only person there was Melek.

"Melek!"

"Enişte!"

"Have you seen Eda?"

"Hm... no. The last time I saw her she was working at her computer"

"Well, she isn't there now"

"She was going to leave earlier because she's got classes at the university but it's not the time yet"

There was clicking of heels and both Serkan and Melek turned to the source of the sound only to see Balca.

Serkan brought his attention back to Melo:

"Well, if you see her, please, tell her that I am looking for her"

"Will do, Enişte!" Melek responded enthusiastically and retreated, without even acknowledging Balca's presence.

Serkan moved to the coffee maker. Taking a cup for himself, he turned to Balca, who had taken a seat at the counter, and asked:

"Coffee?"

"Yes, thank you"

Serkan took another cup, placed it next to his own and switched on the coffee maker which started gurgling.

"Can I ask you something?" he heard Balca say.

Serkan looked at her and nodded silently.

"Why does Melek keep calling you her Enişte?" Balca asked, confused.

Serkan furrowed his brows, puzzled by the audacity of the question.

"Because I am her Enişte"

"But you and Eda are not married"

"Not on paper, not yet"

Serkan heard a telling click of the coffee machine and turned to fill the cups with hot liquid. He faced Balca again, who was watching him with an unreadable expression, and placed one of the coffees in front of her.

"Anyway, it's just a technicality. Because it feels like we are. Married, I mean" Serkan said and took his cup.

He held it up in a "Cheers!" move and dropped a "Enjoy your coffee" before exiting the cafeteria.

Once Serkan entered the open work space, he noticed Eda immediately. He approached her desk with: "Eda? Can you come into my office for a minute?"

Eda nodded silently and stood from her seat, following him. Once they were in his office, Serkan placed his coffee on the desk and turned to face Eda. She came to stand before him, but there was too much space between them, so Serkan took her hand and pulled Eda to him. She stumbled forward and basically fell on his chest with a chuckle.

"What are you doing? We're at work, remember?"

"Oh, I do. Otherwise I would be kissing you right now"

Eda's cheeks turned red.

"Stop it" she whisper-yelled at him.

"Why? That's true"

"You're such a dork"

"And you're perfect" Serkan said, meaning it with every cell in his body, every drop of his blood.

Eda shook her head with a smile:

"Romantic robot"

"Your romantic robot"

"Yes, my romantic robot" she agreed and added in a whisper: "I love you, Serkan Bolat"

"Our feelings are mutual, Eda Yıldız" he whispered back.

They kept staring at each other with dopey smiles on their faces for several more minutes before Serkan asked:

"Where have you been? I missed you"

"Don't be ridiculous, I just went to the ladies' room. I was away for like five minutes"

"Well, felt like an hour to me"

"You're hopeless. What are you gonna do when I leave in an hour and you don't see me until tomorrow morning?"

Serkan looked at her confused:

"What do you mean I won't see you until tomorrow morning? I thought we would meet after you finish your classes"

"Well, I finish quite late and then I have to go home because I promised Hala to help her with something"

"Well, I could pick you up after you help your aunt"

"I think it will be too late for us to go anywhere"

"Then we will just spend time at my place. You could stay the night" Serkan suggested, licking at his lips nervously.

Eda bit on her bottom lip and Serkan's eyes zeroed in on it, as if he was being hypnotized.

"Hey!" Eda's fingers snapped right in front of his face.

"Hm? Yes?"

"I am saying: we will spend the whole day together tomorrow. And I promise that we will leave work together and then do whatever you want or go wherever you want. And..." Eda moved closer to Serkan to whisper into his ear: "I might stay the night".

Serkan choked on air as well as his own saliva. Eda moved away from him with a suggestive smile.

The next hour was spent daydreaming and sneaking glances at Eda. Then Pırıl came with yet another crisis and Serkan got a bit distracted, managing to finally focus on something for the first time during the day. When at some point Serkan had a chance to lift his head from the papers, scattered before him, he noticed that Eda was gathering her things, getting ready to leave. He was about to stand and go to her, but Eda shook her head "No" with a smile and motioned for him to continue with what he was doing. She just looked at him for a moment and then mouthed: "I love you" - add blew him a tiny kiss.

Serkan grinned at her and mouthed back his own "I love you".

The rest of the day was surprisingly busy. By the time Serkan had dealt with all problems at the office, it was rather late. He texted Eda to call him once she was free. Then he drove home, went about his evening routine, checking his phone every now and then. No messages or missed calls from Eda. Serkan was getting anxious, when he finally heard a tell-tale sound of an incoming video call. Blowing out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding, Serkan answered his phone and finally felt himself relax, when he saw Eda's face, with her blinding smile and eyes that were dancing with mischief. They talked until Eda literally fell asleep holding a phone in her hand. Serkan looked at her peaceful sleeping face for several minutes before he finally disconnected the call. He felt uneasy, however. The moment he could no longer see her face, a strange nagging feeling settled somewhere in his stomach. He did his best to ignore it and tried to sleep.

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The morning found Serkan Bolat completely beaten. He practically hadn't slept all night. When he did manage to doze off, he was pulled from sleep by a strange feeling. It was a physical discomfort, reaction akin to anaphylactic shock that he had experienced only once in his life. Going into full-on panic mode, a hypochondriac that he was, Serkan called his family doctor. Once Delek Hanım came and examined him, she told him that he was completely fine physically and his condition was purely psychological. Serkan argued that there was nothing that could have triggered basically a panic attack. Quite the opposite - things were finally looking up for him and Eda. He had her back.

"Well, this can be the reaction to some impending stress. Maybe there's something important, some event coming that you might be worried about?" Delek Hanım asked.

Serkan just shook his head. He then thanked the doctor and after she left, immediately dialed Eda's number. She didn't pick up.

"It's fine, everything is fine" Serkan mumbled to himself while looking through his call log.

Once he found Melek's name, he started a call. Melo picked up on the third ring:

"Good morning, Enişte!"

"Good morning, Melek. I called Eda but she didn't answer. Is everything ok?"

"She's probably driving, that's why she didn't pick up. She left early today. Ayfer Abla had some special orders at the flower shop so Dada volunteered to help. She will go straight to the office once she deals with the flowers"

Serkan calmed down a bit after having heard that but there still was uncomfortable tightness in his chest. He was rubbing at the spot while he was driving to work, but it only got worse once Serkan arrived at the office. A tie around his neck started choking him so he had to get rid of the damn thing.

Melek came but there was still no sign of Eda.

Alarms started going off in Serkan's head when a concerned-looking Ceren showed up. Serkan came up to her while she was talking to Melo.

"What's going on? Where is Eda?"

The girls looked at each other, then at Serkan, and Ceren said:

"We don't know. None of us can reach her. She's not answering any of the calls or messages"

Serkan almost growled in frustration when his phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket hustily, only to see that it was his mother calling. He picked up with: "Mom, it's not the right time, I will call..." but stopped dead when he heard a sob and his mother's weak "Serkan, dear...".

"Mom?..." he asked timidly and didn't recognize his own voice.

Because it wasn't his voice, it wasn't the voice of a grown-up man, it was a boy's voice, the one a scared child would have.

"Mom, please, tell me she is okay"

"I am so sorry, dear..."

His phone slipped from his fingers and cluttered to the floor.

(to be continued... maybe 👀)

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[moodypetrichorlove]

Wrote something new! First solo mission for SÇK!

RUINS

Serkan remembers the first time he had felt his world crumbling around him, he was twelve years old. He had been sketching his dreamhouse, sitting just outside the stables, the occasional neighs and huffs of the horses seemingly soothing him, when he heard a distant crash and a thud from the house, followed by terrifying yells.

He had gotten up from his spot on the ground, sketchbook and all his art supplies forgotten, and following in the direction of the screams, dashed towards his mother’s favourite room in the entire house, overlooking the garden.

Read the rest on Ao3.

#sen çal kapımı #sen çal kapimi #SCK #SÇK #sen cal kapimi #edser #serkan bolat #eda yildiz #otp: duygularımız karşılıklı #otp: ruhikizim #edser fanfiction #sck fanfiction #sen çal kapimi fanfiction #turkish series #love is in the air #you knock on my door #moodypetrichorlove writes

[nancydrewnetwork]

MEMBER SPOTLIGHT: @naancypants​!

Back at it again with our third member spotlight! This week we are honoring Kaitie! She took the time to fill out our member questionnaire so please make sure to show her some love as she recalls some of her favorite parts of Nancy Drew!

Q: What is your earliest memory of the Nancy Drew games? Playing MHM when I was 6 years old and being confused & scared beyond comprehension!

Q: What is your favorite game, and why?  CUR. I love the aesthetic, the manor, the rich historical elements, spookiness, length, sleuthing & exploration, the puzzles are pretty rad for the most part, the plot progression and cutscenes, the music... everything, honestly!!! 

Q: What is your least favorite game, and why? Aside from the obvious MID & the original SCK, my least favorite game is TMB. A lot of the puzzles are just............. not in my wheelhouse haha, nor am I really a big fan of the music or setting.

Q: Who is your favorite character, and why? A quick browse through my tags will easily reveal that my favorite character of all time is Joe Hardy, but as far as suspects, there are a few frontrunners for me but the one on my heart at the moment is Grigor from LIE. Just... what a story. (LIE SPOILERS AHEAD!) A poor, impressionable kid who made mistakes and ended up getting involved with the wrong people. Out of everyone involved in the crime ring, Grigor is ultimately the one to pay the price (the 'fall guy', if you will). It's so tragic, I'm so sad for him! And he puts up that bodacious, flirty persona because he's an actor and it helps him feel more outwardly comfortable/confident, when in reality he's been through so many struggles in life... ugh. Anyway. LOL, clearly I have a lot of feelings.

Q: What is something you’d like to see in an upcoming game?  The old dev team back making the point & click games we love. Okay but really lol, if we're using MID as a starting point then I would like to see better graphics, less dialogue, and less linear gameplay. That's really the most important thing to me, so I haven't thought much about plot & theming.

Q: What is your favorite memory from the games and/or the books? I can't think of anything specific, but all of the memories combined mean the world to me because playing these games defined such a significant portion of my childhood. I do remember that after I played each new game for the first time, my mom would sit in and watch me play them on my 2nd round because she was also a fan (from afar)!

Q: What is your favorite thing about the Nancy Drew fandom? I love how thoughtful and respectful this fandom is! We've never had any bonafide fights break out over differing opinions and we're always quick to support or encourage each other. It's a cozy place to be.

Q: Anything you contribute to the fandom (such as fanfiction, artwork, graphics, memes, reviews, meta, etc.) that we can give you a shoutout for? I started & host the weekly Clue Crew Podcast. I also dabble in joke posts, fanfic, and discussion posts, but not really all that often these days 

Q: Any other hobbies and/or interests? I love the sims, writing, mystery/horror/story-rich games, story & character analysis, and I also do a bit of video editing when the mood hits. I also love trying new restaurants with friends, but uhh, that's been kind of hard lately haha.

Q: Do you have any pets? I have a shih-tzu/lhasa apso named Romeo :) we call him Romey for short

Q: What is one thing you'd like everyone in the fandom to know about you? Aside from the Nancy Drew series, I also love a lot of other games that are spooky/mystery/exploration/story rich/walking simulator/horror!

Q: Anything else you'd like to add? This is your time to shine! Nope, just a hearty "I LOVE YOU ALL" to the Clue Crew and a big thank you for featuring me on the blog! I'm honored!!

Congrats again, Kaitie! And thank you so much for all the things you do for the fandom! :)

#member spotlight #naancypants

[hagenmacy]

Stay Tuned for Danger

I’m back at it again! This week we’ve got Nancy Drew Number Two. Stay Tuned for Danger takes place in New York, so I got myself a pizza (spinach & feta with mushrooms, Brooklyn style, ayy) I also got a box of chocolates due to a certain poisoned snack package Rick Arlen receives. Finally, because idk I associate soap operas with tinsel and glamor I got a nice sparkling non-alcholic rose. I don’t really drink when I play these games because I find them headpoundingly challenging even when I’m stone cold sober.

Anywho, ACTION! :p

2.    Stay Tuned for Danger

Yes, I’m ranking this game a solid 5/10. That may change as I play more games and have more to compare it to BUT—even though that really sounds very low I’d like to preface that I did find this game pleasant. I liked it a helluva lot better than Secrets Can Kill, anyway.

Let’s start with the bad this time. As others have said, the game is temperamental. Narrative progression rests on your responsibility to click on every. single. thing. It’s moreso an issue because the game regularly presents you with spreads of items all stacked on one another, with no indication that you are supposed to gingerly comb your curser over every last bit of the screen so you can get a glimpse of all nineteen of Lillian’s anger management notes. I swear I had to sneak back into Dwayne Powers’ office at least seven times because I’d forgotten to click on the fortune cookie and the French love letter dictionary (lol what) and god knows how many inane newspapers. In the walkthrough I had to use, one of the instructions actually said to carefully click on a piece of paper because it was so well concealed, and you know what? It took me three tries to successfully click it.

Similar to the previous game in the series, STFD sometimes suffers from frustrating level design and controls. Nancy has not yet leveled up her ability to turn a complete 360 degrees, so you’re gonna spend a lot of your sleuthing walking backwards down hallways and stairs. If you want to turn left at the casting director’s door, sorry bucko. You’re gonna have to spin right allll the way around.

However, there are good things here! We have a brilliantly dotty cast of fun and fresh characters. Bless Millie Strathorn—I hope someday I too can spend my days holed up in a closet full of actual garbage writing bad fanfiction and writing secret coded messages to…myself? Haven’t we all left office at the end of the day and thought, “Maybe I should take the fucking doorknob off to make sure nobody goes snooping through my things?”

The mystery itself rests on some real rising tension. The game starts with barbie humanoid Mattie Jensen casually describing some toxic fan letters her costar has been getting, and things ramp up until Nancy is later breaking into buildings and disarming bombs. The setting of WWB has a personality to it, rather than just being some generic tv studio. The bits with the voiceover taxi drivers could’ve maybe used some variety (and also yikes! at that wAcKy Indian driver voice), but the bit didn’t get annoying in the way you’d expect. Hearing some imposter voicing your boyfriend was a bit jarring, but the phone conversations are a step up from the previous game.

There’s a lot to like here. I feel like if you’ve already played it and know the gist with the puzzles and progression, it would be a cozy little play. I would replay this—and I have really pretty much zero interest in replaying SCK ever again, so that’s something.

5/10 if you’ve never played it, I’d wholeheartedly recommend ❤️

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[dirk-valentine-lives]

#cluecrewquestionnaire

Questionnaire made by @detectively

rules: copy and paste, answer the questions, tag 10 mutuals to do the same!

1. What is your favorite Nancy Drew game and why?

My all-time fav would probably be Shadow Ranch, it takes place in my home state (so all the inaccuracies are especially hilarious, like everyone having a southern accent and 89 degrees being "hot") My other favorites are FIN, SAW, ASH, and DED.

2. Have you played all 32 games in the series? If not, which ones haven’t you played? If yes, which one did you play first?

Yes! My first one was MHM in 2001, followed immediately by FIN.

3. What is your favorite line from any character in the series?

Either something from Eustacia "You-are-not-dead-yet?" Andropov or Alexei in ASH after you say, "Not all politicians are corrupt," he goes, "Where's your youthful cynicism? Yes, all politicians." Or something like that. :P

Nancy's sass is especially strong in FIN, so those are all contenders as well.

4. If you could change the ending to any game, which one would it be (no spoilers, though)?

Eh, I always thought the ending to DAN was pretty goofy and unrealistic, but I don't necessarily have ideas off the top of my head.

5. Which game is your least favorite, and why?

SCK. Very unappealing locations/aesthetic. Kinda boring characters and plot. Also RAN because the puzzles just. Never. Stopped. Also, going back and forth fetching driftwood for a spoiled bird is not my ideal gameplay. The monkey activities got pretty old too if you're trying to get all the trophies and had to play infinite games until you die. :P

6. Which character is your favorite? Why?

I have a few, but Ryan Kilpatrick from Deadly Device is a big favorite. I can relate to her addiction to gummy candy and I like her cool charts and motorcycle :P Also, maybe Jenna Dublin. Her personality seems really chill. Plus she gives me free souppp.

7. Which character is your least favorite? Why?

Takae and Renate only for the simple fact that conversation takes EIGHT MILLION YEARS to get through because of their monologues. Also Lily because she is so bossy and entitled, she really rubs me the wrong way.

8. How do you feel about the whole Nancy/Ned vs. Nancy/Frank situation? Do you ship her with someone else? Who, and why?

I don't really ship Nancy with anybody. Nancy/Ned is cool, Nancy/Frank is cool too (I can be a sucker for the agony of unrequited love so maybe Nancy/Frank is something I could get into? Why do I like sad things lol)

9. Do you have any fun headcanons about any of the games or characters?

Some from SHA, but I won't share them here because they're going into my fanfiction I'm writing!

10. If you could visit any of the locations of the games, which ones would they be and why?

The Ryokan Hiei, River Heights in ASH (I am always a slut for Nancy's beautiful house), Shadow Ranch (Dry Creek, Cougar Bend, and Cliff dwellings?? Sign me tf up), Thornton Hall, and Blackmoor Manor (that conservatory!!!)

11. Did you read any of the original Nancy Drew books? If yes, do you like them? If no, would you consider reading one?

I haven't! I would like to read some, but I'm not sure where to start, there are so many of them. Would love recommendations.

12. What is one thing any good detective can’t live without?

Either a camera to take pictures when you're snooping/trespassing and can’t take things with you, or a notepad.

13. Which game had the best soundtrack?

Hands down, it's between HAU and SHA. The Irish-themed music in HAU makes me melt, and I love the ethereal guitar pieces in SHA because they're so befitting of the desert.

14. What is one thing you wish HER would’ve included in any of the games (a conversation, interaction, location, feature, etc)?

I haven't thought about it too much, actually.

15. Do you have any ideas for a future game? What is it?

Not really, maybe something with more of a Whodunit aspect like in the older games.

16. How long does it take you to finish a game from start to finish?

It really depends. A few hours, sometimes I'll drag it out for days if I'm trying to savor the gameplay :P

17. Did any of the games scare you? If yes, which ones? If no, why?

SAW was spooky, and so was GTH and CUR. The ghosts and the nightmare sequence definitely added to the feeling.

18. Why did you join the Nancy Drew fandom here on tumblr?

There are so many hilarious jokes and I like seeing all the URLs that are just inside references to the games. ND stuff doesn't fit on my main blog so I decided to make a ND themed blog! I have a lot to say about ND, and sooo many aesthetic post ideas.

19. What is your favorite Nancy Drew joke (from in-game or even floating around the internet)?

I haven't been in the tumblr fandom for too long so I don't have one yet!

20. Who is someone in the clue crew you’ve always wanted to get to know?

Again, I'm too new to the tumblr fandom but I'm looking to make friends :)

21. What are three unpopular opinions you hold about the games?

--I think DDI is a bit overrated. *ducks to avoid flying projectiles* I liked it, but the gloomy seaside aesthetic is so depressing to me. I don't like the ocean, beaches, or perpetually gray skies. Sand? Salt? Cold wind? Boats? Seasickness? No thanks. --The type or amount of puzzles in a game rarely affects my opinion of it (aside from RAN). I usually rate the games by the plot and the atmosphere. --I can’t stand Loulou or Coucou, those birds get insta-muted whenever I play CUR or RAN.

22. Do you have any fun theories about any of the games?

Not off the top of my head! May edit some in later if I think of them.

23. Who was your favorite animal character featured in the games?

Good Ole' Bob from SHA.

24. Do other people in your life know about your love for Nancy Drew?

My husband and two close friends. I usually keep it to myself :P

25. How long have you been playing these games?

Since 2001 when I was a wee child! My friend had MHM and FIN and when he started playing MHM he got so scared that he couldn’t finish it and passed it over to me to try and I was completely hooked.

I don’t have anyone to tag but feel free to fill out!

#cluecrewquestionnaire #nancy drew #clue crew #ashspeaks

[notafeeling]

WHAT WHAT WHAT

NO WAHT WHAT WHAT NO NK YOU CANT DO THAT NO IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE HAPPY PART THIS FANFICTION SCKS I HARW LIFE EVERYTHING SCULS I HATE EVERYKNE AND EVERYTHING AND NO NO NL NO NO JONCJDKDNDNFNFMRKDJDNFJ

#NO

[mrsgreenworld]

I was so wired after having seen that new fragman for episode 22 yesterday. I think all of us were. So today I woke up with a very strange idea in my mind. I hope it's gonna put smiles on your faces and help take the mind off things.

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A Pleasant Surprise

Serkan sat on the arm of one of the couches in his living room and started scratching Sirius behind his ear.

"So, what do you think, Sirius? Is Eda going to surprise us today?"

Upon hearing Eda's name Sirius let out a short low bark.

"Yeah, I understand you, buddy. I've missed her too" Serkan murmured, a soft smile grazing his lips.

"I think she will come today"

Just as the words left his mouth, a knock echoed in the big space of Serkan's living room. His head whipped in the direction of the door and a bigger smile, the one that threatened to split his face in two, lit up Serkan's face.

"What did I tell you? That's her! Mom came to visit us"

He patted Sirius on the head before moving to the door. He pulled at his tie and, once the knot loosened, tossed it on the back of the couch. Serkan strode excitedly to the door but the second he swung it open his excitement was replaced by confusion, once he saw who was at his doorstep.

"Balca?"

"Selam!"

Serkan's brows furrowed. It wasn't that late really but it wasn't time for a social visit either. Especially, an unannounced visit. As if reading his mind, Balca opened her mouth to speak:

"Sorry for showing up unannounced like this. I just live nearby and was on my way home when I realized that I haven't given you my contract to sign. Without your signature I have no legal right to work on that press release that I have to prepare tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I know it's my mistake, I have forgotten to ask for your signature at the office. But, since I was already close by, I decided that late was better than never"

Serkan let out a short breath, fighting his annoyance.

"If something like this happens you have to call me first. I don't receive any visitors if I haven't invited them myself"

"Oh, I totally understand! It won't happen again!"

"I really hope it won't" Serkan said pointedly and then added: "But since you're here, let's sign that contract of yours"

He was just about to move and let Balca in when he heard: "Serkan?"

Looking past Balca he saw Eda behind the other woman, at the top of the stairs. Panic immediately flared in his chest, even though he knew it was absolutely irrational since he had done nothing wrong.

Eda climbed up the remaining couple of steps and came closer to stand next to Balca.

"Balca? What are you doing here?" Eda asked with a forced smile.

Serkan swallowed, taking her in. Eda was clad in black leather coat that reached her knees. There was a leather belt tied around her waist, accentuating Eda's delicate frame.

"Oh, I just brought Serkan my contract to sign. I forgot to give it to him at the office. Sorry, I didn't expect to see you here, Eda. Honestly, I should have called"

Eda narrowed her eyes at the woman.

"Yes, you should have"

A small smile pulled at Serkan's lips. Was Eda about to stake her claim? He definitely wouldn't mind. Actually, he secretly wish for it. While he was absolutely sure that Eda was it for him, while he was ready to tattoo "property of Eda Yıldız" right across his forehead, he also wanted Eda to see and recognise how utterly hers he was.

Serkan pulled himself from his thoughts only to see the two women sizing each other up.

"Well, let's not remain on our feet. Eda" Serkan extended his hand to her and Eda took it immediately, lacing their fingers together.

Serkan pulled lightly on her hand and Eda followed the lead, stepping over the threshold, leaning into Serkan's side.

"Balca, come in. Let me grab my pen so I can put that signature"

Serkan stepped aside a bit, never letting go of Eda's hand. Balca moved inside and Serkan closed the door behind her.

"Take a seat. I will be there in a moment" he said to Balca and gestured to the couches.

Serkan then turned to Eda:

"I am sorry... I..."

She pressed her fingers to his lips to stop him from talking but pulled them away hastily when she saw how his eyes darkened immediately.

"Don't be silly. You have nothing to apologize for"

"Do you want to wait for me here or will you go with me? I just need to get a pen from my room"

"I am ok waiting for you here" Eda said with a smile.

Serkan nodded at her quickly. He climbed the stairs, got a pen from a nightstand at his bed and got back to the living room in record time. Just as he was coming down the stairs he saw Balca sitting on one of the couches and Eda sitting on the arm of the same couch, facing Balca. The women were taking in calm but strained voices.

"... So, are you two together? It's just I think I saw the news that you broke up" Balca said.

Before Eda even opened her mouth to answer, Serkan beat her to it:

"Yes, we are together. And that news - nothing but a fake"

Eda turned her head and gave him a smile that made Serkan's next breath catch in his throat.

"Well, you do what you need. I will be over there" Eda motioned to the kitchen area and asked politely, looking at Balca:

"Balca? Can I get you something? Coffee maybe?"

"Yes, that would be nice, thank you"

Eda nodded with a forced smile.

"Serkan? Anything for you?"

"No, I am good, honey"

Eda's smile turned genuine upon hearing the term of endearment. She moved to the kitchen area and Serkan was about to join Balca on the couch to finally sign the damn contract, when he noticed that Eda was still wearing her coat.

"I need a moment. Excuse me" he threw distractedly in Balca's general direction and moved to Eda.

He came up to where she was busy making coffee and said in a hushed whisper:

"Is everything ok?"

"Yes"

"Are you cold?"

Eda looked at Serkan in confusion.

"No. Why are you asking?"

"Well, you're still wearing your coat. I thought there's a reason for it"

Eda averted her eyes suddenly and Serkan noticed that her face turned slightly pink.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked urgently.

"Nothing's wrong. Well... There is a reason I am not taking my coat off" Eda mumbled quietly.

"So?..."

"I cannot take it off"

"What do you mean you cannot take it off? Why?" Serkan asked, completely puzzled.

Eda covered her face with both of her hands and groaned in embarrassment. Serkan heard her mumble something.

"Sorry, what? Eda, can you just..."

Serkan pulled her hands from her face and made her look at him.

"Why can't you take your coat off?"

"Becauseiamnotwearinganythingunderit" Eda said the words at the lightning speed in a whisper.

It was so fast that Serkan didn't get a single word out.

"What? Can you, please, just say it? Slower? So that I can understand something?"

Eda drew in a short breath, bracing herself.

"I cannot take this coat off because... I am not wearing anything under it" she repeated slowly but quietly, looking him dead in the eye.

Serkan felt like his mind might have frozen in that very second. His opened his mouth and then just snapped it shut dumbly. He blinked at Eda a few times. Finally finding his words he told her hoarsely:

"Forget about the coffee. Give me one minute"

Serkan had never moved or signed any documents this fast in his entire life. It literally took him one minute to put his signature in Balca's contract and show her to the door with a hasty: "Something urgent came up. Have a good night".

Five minutes later Eda's coat was on the floor of Serkan's bedroom.

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[mrsgreenworld]

Well, I wanted to write a fix-it fic of sorts, an alternative morning after for episode 26. And I will, pinky promise. But after the fragmans for episode 27 and our babies in all their engaged glory, I was also attacked by this idea to start a collection of short one-shots centred around married Edser.

So here we go. The first short piece.

I don't own any of the characters or the show. They all belong to Sen Çal Kapımı writers, the production company and FOX channel. This is only fanfiction.

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Married Shenanigans. Part 1.

Eda's feet were barely touching the ground. She still couldn't believe all of it was actually real. Her and Serkan got married today. They were now officially husband and wife. And she... She was no longer Eda Yıldız. From now on she was Eda Bolat. Even the thought alone made her grin like a lunatic as she was zipping her suitcase. She brought it downstairs and placed it by the door the exact moment the doorbell rang. She swung the door open. What Eda saw was truly sight to behold - her new husband, grinning from ear to ear and bouncing on his feet. Serkan Bolat was bouncing. Eda let out a giggle at that.

"Ne?" Serkan asked, a little bashfully.

"Nothing," Eda responded with a smile and a shake of her head.

"So, are you packed and ready?"

"Yeah," Eda nodded at her suitcase by the door.

Serkan eyed it sceptically, then looked at Eda.

"Are you serious? Another suitcase with flipflops inside?"

"What? No! I have everything I need there".

"What about the rest of your stuff? Because I was going to hire a movers truck to bring it all to our place so you can, you know, move in".

"I, well, I... I haven't packed anything yet," Eda stuttered, a bit lost.

"What? Why? Eda!"

"I didn't really have time! Everything happened so quickly! Our engagement, then henna night and all the craziness after it. And then the wedding. I have barely had enough time to breathe, let alone pack my whole life".

"Fine, we'll do this together next week".

"Next week?"

"Yes, we're taking a week off".

"Why?" Eda asked confused.

"Because we're newlyweds, it's our honeymoon. You know, it usually follows the wedding," Serkan explained, as if talking to a child.

"A honeymoon. We're going to have a week-long honeymoon?"

"Yes, Eda!"

"Who are you?" Eda teased him with a smile.

"You know, there's this amazing, beautiful, smart, funny woman. Eda Bolat is her name. Well, I am her husband," Serkan retorted, his own grin risking to split his face in two.

He pulled Eda to him and she went willingly. Serkan pecked her lips softly and squeezed Eda's hand.

"Get your flipflops and let's go home," Serkan murmured.

They went hand in hand to Serkan's car. Shortly after they arrived at Serkan's apartment which was now their home. Serkan even went as far as carry a laughing Eda over the threshold. They got Eda's suitcase into the bedroom upstairs and fixed a light late dinner together. Even though they had had a small wedding reception with their loved ones, neither of them had touched any food, too wired to eat. So they were both pretty hungry. After having eaten, they started cleaning up together. Perfect team work with Eda washing the dishes and Serkan drying them.

Eda rinsed the last plate and handed it to Serkan, who was standing to her right, facing the stairs leading to the second level of the apartment. Serkan started drying the plate but his gaze was fixed on the stairs, his brows furrowed, as if he was calculating something.

"What's wrong?" Eda asked him softly.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Just thinking".

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's a good thing you haven't packed your stuff and we haven't moved it here. Because we're gonna need to find a new place," Serkan said, still looking at the stairs, but with a hint of suspicion and weird hostility.

"What? Why? What's wrong with this place?"

"Well, these stairs, for one. Look at them. They're not fit for children. They're dangerous".

Eda's could swear that her brain short circuited.

"Children? What children?"

"Our children," Serkan said without even blinking.

He said it with such calm and confidence that Eda couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, we have some children I don't know about?" she asked teasingly.

Her words made Serkan tear his gaze from the stairs. He got a bit flustered, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

"Well, I mean... I mean when we have children. When we decide that we're ready. Then. Then we'll have to... You know... Make sure there are no... dangerous stairs".

"Yeah, definitely. We will. But now is not the time. I mean, I need to finish my education first, get my degree. And you have so much work, so many projects".

"Of course. You will get your diploma. And there's your dream to go to Italy. We will go together. And then... well..."

"And then, yes. We will grow our family," Eda agreed with a smile.

Serkan gifted her with a somewhat shy smile of his own.

"You know, I never thought about kids. I never really wanted to be a father. But with you... With you I want it all," he confessed.

"Our feelings are mutual, Serkan Bolat. One day".

"One day," Serkan nodded.

"But before that I think we should practise," Eda said with a wink and pulled on Serkan's hand, leading him to the stairs and to their bedroom.

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[mrsgreenworld]

Because my mind is evil and hates me, after having seen a new fragman, it keeps telling me that it's too good to be true. Obviously, there will be some great progress. Like, c'mon, Serkan is out of denial territory and actually tells Engin (yeah, OUT LOUD, using words) that he's feeling all sorts of feelings around Eda. But Serkan's eyes right before he kisses her keep haunting me. Something is just not right. And paired with the fact that Ceren comes to see him... She will do something, tell him something, I swear. And not just about the fake engagement with Deniz, I'm afraid. She can very well make something up and add it like a cherry on top.

So, as I've already mentioned a couple of times, I'm on one-way Train to Hell, my beautiful SCK people.

This one-shot is gonna be bad. Like I'm coming up with the worst case scenarios in my head. That's just one of them. ‼️Read at your own risk. This is not happy. Heavy Angst ahead‼️

I don't own the show or any of the characters. They belong to the SCK writers, the production company and FOX channel.

This is only fanfiction.

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It's Like A Slow Death

Eda feels hair on her arms and at the back of her neck stand on end. She whips around and sees him, approaching her slowly, with a strange look on his face.

"Serkan? What are you doing here?" she breathes out.

He says nothing and keeps walking towards her instead. He comes close and stops.

Eda looks at him and knows immediately that something is wrong, so terribly wrong. Because his eyes... They take her back to that horrible night at the terrace of Art Life, when he ripped her heart out and stomped on it for good measure. There was the same cold, indifference and emptiness in his orbs. But now... now there's more. He's looking at her with contempt and menace.

Eda doesn't get a chance to even open her mouth and ask what could've possibly happened to make him look at her like this. Serkan pulls her in for a harsh kiss. Never have his kisses felt wrong. But this one does. This one makes Eda's insides twist and she wants to pull away. She puts both of her hands on Serkan's chest to shoves at it, making him stumble back a little and effectively disconnecting their lips.

"What? Isn't it what you wanted?" he asks mockingly.

Eda shakes her head and tries to say something but Serkan beats her to it.

"Don't bother pretending or lying. I know everything. Ceren told me about your schemes, your lies and manipulations. Selin warned me about you. And now I see that everything she told me is true. It speaks volumes what kind of a person you're, if even your closest friend can no longer keep silent".

"Ce... Ceren?" Eda barely whispers in confusion.

She wants to draw breath but cannot and her lungs start burning. Her vision is getting blurry, the lights in the room dimming.

"Is this the great love you've told me about? Lying, manipulating my feelings and other people? Using other people just to get a reaction out of me? I don't need or want to remember such love. I don't want a woman like you to love me".

Each word that he spits in her face is akin to venom.

Eda feels like all blood's left her body and rushed to her ears, pounding madly.

"I was told that all of it started when you kissed me during a press conference. So I decided to end it with a kiss. That's all you're ever going to get from me. I want nothing to do with you. I'm marrying Selin in a week. Because you don't seem to get the hint that I'm serious about this wedding. And moreover, I don't want to see your face in my company so I would like to buy your shares".

Eda just stares into his eyes and feels cold. Ceren did it. Whatever she said to him has turned him into this. And that's what makes all of it feel like this... like death. Because one of the people Eda loves the most in this world just took the love of her life from her.

And she finally feels it. The loss. For the first time since Serkan's accident she feels that he's gone. Or maybe she's just died. But no matter which one of them is dead, one thing is clear: they're no longer in the same dimension.

"So?"

Eda blinks at the question. Looks at him and sees him waiting impatiently. Oh, right... A shrewd businessman wants his shares back.

"There's only one way you're gonna get my shares", Eda manages to say with difficulty, her voice strangely rough, as if she's gone years without uttering a single word.

Serkan just lifts an eyebrow at her, silently asking "And?".

"Over my dead body", Eda grits out and turns to leave.

It feels like she's moving excruciatingly slow. Everything looks foggy and she's practically walking blindly. She barely finds the door leading to the stairs. Eda stumbles into the staircase, suddenly sways but manages to grab at the railing. She squeezes her eyes shut. That's when Eda feels something warm trickling down the inside of her thigh. She moves her hand to the place. When she opens her eyes and lifts her hand, all Eda sees is blood.

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[mrsgreenworld]

Okay, it's impossible to predict what the writers have planned and where they're going with this amnesia storyline. So this idea for an angsty one-shot, that just popped in my head, is pure speculation. It's also canon divergence since I am going to ignore Eda's fake engagement to Deniz that's apparently coming, based on the second fragman for episode 30.

Let's imagine it going this way: some time passes and Serkan starts getting to know Eda. There are some situations where they're forced to spend time together so Serkan gradually starts falling for Eda all over again + he keeps seeing the flashes. Then Serkan and Selin's engagement party takes place and Eda shows up in her yellow dress. Serkan is assaulted by the memories from their fake engagement party. But they scare the hell out of him and after the party he tells Selin they should get married as soon as possible. They decide to do it in a week but don't announce until a couple of days before the wedding. Feeling defeated, Eda transfers her shares to Serkan and asks Engin to give Serkan the envelope with the docs, saying it's her wedding present. On the wedding day, Eda packs her bags and goes to the airport to go to Italy. At the same time, during the wedding, Serkan gets all his memories back. He chases Eda who's on her way to the airport (hello, episode 12 parallel).

Declaimer: I don't own the show or any of its character. All of them belong to the SCK writers, the production company and FOX channel.

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It Shouldn't Be This Hard

Thank god Engin and Pırıl were at the wedding when it happened. They had made it a point that they didn't support his decision but they couldn't leave him completely alone, given that even his mother had refused to "take part in this farce" and watch him throw away his happiness and future.

So, when Serkan was suddenly assaulted by all of the memories, his mind on overdrive, head ready to explode, vision getting blurry, breaths becoming short, his friends were there to literally catch him, when his knees buckled.

"Abi? Are you okay, Abicim?" Serkan heard his best friend's worried voice that, however, sounded muffled and strangely far away.

Serkan felt two pairs of hands pulling him somewhere and then pushing him to sit down.

"Eda?... Where's Eda?" were the first words Serkan managed to utter.

"Eda? Abi, do you... do you remember?"

Serkan just nodded, the motion making him slightly sick.

"Oh, thank god!" Pırıl and Engin exclaimed at the same time.

"Abi..."

Something in Engin's voice made Serkan lift his head and he blinked, trying to focus on his friend's face. His vision was still blurry, so he was only able to see the outline of Engin's face.

"What is it? Where is she?"

"She's leaving, Abi. She's flying to Italy today".

"What? When?"

"I don't know exactly when her flight is. I think it's possible she hasn't left yet".

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! But you'll have to drive, I can barely see your face".

The rest happened in a blur: getting to Engin's car, driving to Eda's house, frantically banging on Eda's front door, only to have Melo open it and tell them that Eda had left about fifteen minutes ago. Deniz was driving her to the airport.

Serkan and Engin got in the car, in the hopes they could still catch up with Eda. While Engin's car was whooshing through the traffic on the road, leading to the airport, Serkan couldn't help but remember his mad chase after Eda's taxi all those months ago. He would get to her on time again. He would be able to stop her and convince her to stay.

"Look, Abi! I think that's Deniz's car! Yes, I recognise it! It's definitely his car!"

Serkan urged Engin to drive faster to catch up with the vehicle. Engin started honking to make Deniz notice them. Luckily, he did notice them and soon pulled over at the quay, much like the one where Serkan declared his love for the first time.

Engin barely stopped the car, when Serkan was already pulling the door open and jumping out. He basically ran to Deniz's auto. Once he reached it, Serkan pulled the passenger door open and practically fell to his knees in front of it, relieved.

"Eda!"

She was looking at him with wide eyes, confused.

"Serkan?..." she asked tentatively.

"Yeah... It's me... It's me, baby. I'm back" he whispered and reached out a hand to cup her face.

When Serkan's right palm came into contact with Eda's cheek, all breath left her and she closed her eyes. She didn't stay long like this, however. She pulled away and turned to Deniz. They exchanged a few words in hushed voices and then Eda was moving to climb out of the car. Serkan sprung to his feet and backed away.

Once Eda was out of the car, she looked over him, her eyes guarded.

"Is that really you?" she asked in a whisper.

Serkan started nodding frantically and took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He took her face in both of his hands and leaned his forehead into hers, just like on their wedding day. Only this time it wasn't a goodbye. It was a hello and welcome. It was them finally reunited after all this lost time.

Eda let out a half-laugh that was half-sob and her hands moved to cover his on the sides of her face. But the second she rested her hands on his, her whole body jerked and she practically jumped away from him, as if she had been burned. Serkan looked at her, confused, his hands holding onto the air now, instead of her face. She looked horrified and he followed her gaze to his left hand, only to see a ring. A wedding ring sitting firmly on his ring finger. Serkan felt his own eyes widen.

No-no-no... Not this, please... This couldn't have happened...

"Eda, please, let me..."

He wanted to take a step closer but she backed away from him until her back hit Deniz's car. Eda closed her eyes, drew a couple of calming breaths through her nose and opened her eyes again to meet Serkan's pleading gaze.

"I can't do this anymore, Serkan" she said quietly.

There was no heat, no anger, no hurt, no disappointment in her voice or on her face. Only this tiredness and utter... defeat.

"What do you mean? What can't you do?" Serkan asked dumbly, knowing very well what she'd meant.

"This" she said, motioning between them.

"It shouldn't be this hard. This love... Us... What we get are just moments, snippets of happiness that are followed by weeks and months of heartbreak and this excruciating pain. And it shouldn't be like this".

"It's not gonna be like this. It's never gonna be like this. That's it, that's the last obstacle we had to overcome and we did. Nothing is going to come between us ever again".

"Did we? Overcome this?"

"Of course we did. I remember everything! I am here!"

"You getting your memories back doesn't magically fix everything, Serkan. I need you to come back to me, as you".

"I am back!"

"I need you to come to me as my Serkan, not someone else's husband!"

Her words rang between them and stung him more than any slap across the face ever had.

"This means nothing. She means nothing... Look!"

Serkan pulled at the ring until it was off and then just sent it flying.

"You can throw this ring away all you want but it doesn't change the fact that you're married now. You married her. And as long as you're married to her, there won't be us".

"I will fix it, I swear! Just give me time. Please".

"You have all the time in the world" Eda said and turned to the car.

"Wait! What... what are you doing?"

Eda turned to face him again.

"I'm going to Italy, Serkan. And I'm already running late for my flight".

"What? No! You cannot go. Please, don't go. Not now, not like this!"

"I have already given up on my chance to go to Italy once, for you. I am not doing it again".

Serkan knew he had no right to ask her to stay and sacrifice her dreams for him yet again. So he just asked, resigned:

"How long are you going for?"

"A couple of months".

"Months???"

"Yes, I will prepare my thesis and final project there".

Serkan just nodded.

"So... What will happen to us?"

"I will finish my education and you will take this time to heal and deal with your wife, whichever way you see fit".

Serkan flinched upon hearing Eda refer to Selin as his "wife".

"Come to me, when you're ready, Serkan Bolat. When you're truly you".

With these final words to him, Eda climbed back into the car.

Serkan knew he had no choice but watch his Peri Kızı fly away from him this time.

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[mrsgreenworld]

So, something great came from one of my conversations with @moodypetrichorlove . Here we were, just chatting about all things Sen Çal Kapımı when a fic idea came up and all of a sudden a beautiful partnership was born.

And now I am proud to present the product of our collaboration. Words cannot deliver what a joy it's been working on this together with you, @moodypetrichorlove! To say I am grateful is to say nothing because "grateful" is simply "too small a word"😊💓

A/N: A slight canon divergence where Efe doesn't leave and Eda continues working with him. After having learned the truth about her parents' death she, however, stops coming to the Art Life office and works remotely. A month later, Eda and Serkan see each other at a business lunch. What happens next helps to break the wall that is now standing between them... Or does it?

A Thing So Small

“I don’t blame you. How can I blame you for something that wasn’t your fault? I can’t. And I won’t. But the fact that you hid the truth about the most important thing in my life from me? That I cannot forgive. Not now. I cannot even look at you right now . ”   

“Serkan? Serkan! Are you even listening to me?” Engin’s loud voice pulls Serkan from the dark corners of his mind where the echoes of Eda’s last words to him are too real and too sharp.  

“Huh?”  

“Are you alright, Abicim? You don’t look very good. Maybe we shouldn’t have agreed to this meeting. I have a really bad feeling about this,” Engin keeps rambling into Serkan’s ear.  

“Don’t be ridiculous. I am fine, Engin.”  

“You sure? Because you haven’t seen each other for a month. Your only line of communication with her has been Efe. You cannot stand the guy! And I know that him being so close to Eda has been driving you crazy.”  

Serkan shifts uncomfortably in his seat upon hearing Efe’s name. He can feel that a vein on his right temple is about to start pulsing so he nervously rubs the spot with his fingers.  

“I knew it was a bad idea! There! You’re doing the thing!” Engin exclaims. 

“What thing?” Serkan asks, confused.  

“The rubbing your forehead or temples thing! You always do this when you see Efe near Eda.”  

“I... I don’t. I told you I am fine.”  

Engin opens his mouth to protest but clearly decides against it and goes for silently studying his best friend instead.  

Serkan wonders what Engin sees. Does he see the exhaustion brought on by sleepless nights? Endless nights where he lies awake in his cold lonely empty bed. He’s not restless, there’s no tossing and turning. He just lies on his back and stares into the darkness. But darkness is not what he sees. It’s her. Always her. Her face in that moment when she finally learned the truth. How her eyes filled to the brim with disappointment and hurt. He had, however, seen both in her eyes before. It was the look of utter betrayal that became his undoing. And now it comes to haunt him every night. It stares at him, mocks him through the darkness.  

Can Engin see the weight on his shoulders? The weight that never lifted even though the truth is out.  

Serkan is actually curious to find out what it is his friend sees on his face and in his eyes, but he never gets to ask the question because Engin’s attention switches somewhere behind Serkan. And Serkan doesn’t need to turn to know what, or rather who, Engin has noticed.  

“This was definitely a bad idea,” Engin mutters under his breath yet again and rises from his seat to greet two people approaching their table.  

“Hello, Efe! Welcome!”  

“Thank you, Engin! Good to see you.”  

Efe comes into Serkan’s line of vision and gives him a cold nod, “Serkan.” 

“Efe,” Serkan’s responds shortly while he hears Engin say, “Edacım, I am so happy to see you!”  

And that’s when he hears her , “It’s good to see you too, Engin.”  

Serkan’s eyes close on an exhale as he tries to soak up the sound of her voice. Because it’s like the living water, like balm to the wound, like all the best music pieces wrapped in one.  

And then... then he sees her. She walks around Efe to take a seat next to him and opposite Serkan.  

God, she is divine.  

Her dark silky hair is down, its soft waves framing her face. Her face is almost free of any makeup (it’s not like she needs it anyway) save for some mascara on her naturally long lashes and a nude lip gloss. She’s wearing a black jacket with a plain white shirt underneath.  

She’s lost weight, he notices and his brows furrow in concern.  

She avoids looking at him and focuses on pulling some folders out of her bag.  

Efe’s voice pulls Serkan from his entranced perusal.  

“Eda and I finished our part of the project. The rest is on your team. Our drawings and plans are all here.”  

Efe takes the folders Eda has taken out of her bag and hands them to Serkan.  

“Shall we order something? Discussing business on an empty stomach is never a good idea,” Engin suggests with forced cheerfulness.  

While Serkan appreciates his friend’s attempt at relieving some of the tension, it doesn’t really help.  

“Why not? Good idea. What do you think, Edacım? Are you hungry?”  

Serkan cringes internally at the sweetness in Efe’s voice. And what’s with the “Edacım”? Yet again? What kind of closeness is this?  

“Err... No, not really,” Eda mutters. Still, she picks up her menu and scans it distractedly. She has yet to meet Serkan’s eyes. She’s been effectively avoiding looking in his general direction so far.  

A waiter comes up to their table and asks if they’re ready to order. Serkan’s watching Eda while Engin and Efe are placing their lunch orders.  

“And for you, Miss?” the waiter asks Eda politely. 

"I'll... I’ll have a smoothie.”  

Serkan snorts at that in amusement because only Eda Yıldız can order a smoothie while at a business lunch.  

Eda’s eyes zero in on him. Finally. He’s got her attention. Even if her eyes are throwing daggers she’s looking at him and that’s all that matters. He feels like he can breathe again for the first time in the last month.  

“Can I have the one with strawberries?" she asks pointedly, all the while glaring at Serkan. "What’s its name?”   

“Tropical Paradise?” the waiter asks. 

“Yes, that one.”  

The waiter turns to Serkan. 

“What can I get for you, Sir?”  

“I’ll have the same as the lady, please. Only, do not add strawberries.”   

"Yes, of course.”  

Just as the waiter leaves, Engin whispers into Serkan’s ear, “A smoothie? Serkan Bolat ordering a smoothie at a business lunch? Really?”  

“Yes, Engin, really! And what’s wrong with smoothie? It’s healthy!” he whisper-yells in response.  

The next fifteen minutes or so pass in a conversation revolving around their current project, with Efe and Engin doing most of the talking. Eda makes several comments here and there while Serkan... Well, Serkan just revels in her presence. The waiter comes and goes, bringing their orders. Serkan barely registers that his smoothie has been placed in front of him. He picks up the glass without even looking at it, his eyes following Eda’s every move instead. He takes a sip. It tastes a bit strange but he shrugs it off and continues watching Eda who has now raised her glass to her lips. Her brows furrow after she swallows a bit of the smoothie. She runs a tip of her tongue over her upper lip and Serkan’s mouth suddenly goes dry. He grabs at his glass blindly and gulps down the rest of its contents. It doesn’t help, though. Instead his throat feels even tighter. He lets out an uncomfortable cough and Eda’s eyes fly to him. There’s something in her eyes that makes it hard to breathe. Serkan moves to pull at his tie. He sees Eda hauntingly look at the glass in her hand, then at his empty glass and his next breath gets stuck in his swollen throat. It registers that he cannot feel his tongue and his vision blurs. He does notice, however, how Eda’s eyes widen in panic.  

“Serkan!”  

“Abi?” 

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”  

“Engin, call the ambulance, now!”  

He feels a soft warm hand on his face when everything goes dark. 

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He comes to slowly. His eyelids are heavy and, while he’s struggling to lift them, he registers a subtle medical smell, the monotonous beeping of a heart monitor, weight on his right arm, and on his left, a warm touch of someone’s hand.  

He manages to crack an eye open and tries to get through the horrid feeling that his mouth is full of cotton wool in order to mumble, “Water.”  

There’s immediate movement to his left and he hears his best friend’s voice, “Oh, thank god, Abicim! You’ve given us quite a scare!”  

The weight on his right arm is gone and his mother’s excited exclamation fills the air, “Canım benim, you’re awake!”  

Serkan opens both of his eyes fully and sees two happy but still concerned faces hovering over him.  

“Water?” he croaks out again.  

“Oh, of course, canım!” his mother exclaims and disappears from his line of vision.  

In the next moment, there is a straw at his lips and he takes a sip through it.  

“Eda?”  

“She stayed here the whole night, refused to leave your side. Only in the morning did we manage to convince her to go home, take a shower and change. She left about fifteen minutes ago, promised to be back soon,” Aydan says with fondness and squeezes his hand.

“She saved your life there, Abi. Pulled out an EpiPen from her purse and injected you before the ambulance even arrived. It could’ve already been too late by the time they came.” As Engin is telling him all this Serkan can hear a tremor and lingering worry in his friend’s voice.  

“I’m... fine,” he tries to reassure both Engin and his mom.  

“Yes, you are, canım. Thanks to Eda. God, I don’t know what we would do without her. She’s our guardian angel,” Aydan says with so much love that Serkan’s heart swells.  

He feels warmth spread through his whole body at the knowledge that Eda still secretly carries an EpiPen with her even though they’re broken up; even though it felt awfully final when she had walked away from him after having learned the truth about her parents’ death.  

Can it be that she still loves him, misses him, thinks and worries about him? Wonders about the way he loves her oh so deeply and misses her so desperately? The way he thinks about her constantly?  

“When... when can I go home?” he barely manages to finish the question and starts coughing.  

His mother quickly offers him some more water, “Here, drink this, my dear.” 

“I’m going to go get the doctor and he’ll tell us if you’re ready to be discharged,” says Engin and leaves the hospital room.  

The doctor comes and informs them all that Serkan is okay, but that it’d be better to stay under medical supervision till the next morning. Not a big fan of hospitals, Serkan, however, insists on getting the hell out of there. He’s ready to sign all the necessary papers and leave within the scope of his personal responsibility. The doctor agrees to release him on the condition that he will stay at home and in bed, with someone to look after him. Once that’s settled, Engin and Aydan Hanım leave Serkan to change into his clothes.

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The three of them get into Aydan’s retro car. Engin is behind the wheel, Serkan takes the passenger seat and his mother gets comfortable in the back. When they’re on the road Serkan pulls out his phone, opens his call log and his thumb hovers over Eda’s name. Engin glances at him and asks, “Want to call Eda and tell her not to come back to the hospital?”  

“Oh, dear, no need to call Eda,” his mother chimes in from the back. 

“What? Why?” Serkan questions with a hint of fear. 

“Because I have already called her and told her we’re bringing you home. She’ll meet us there.”  

“She... she’s coming?” 

“Of course she’s coming!”

The warm feeling is back and a subtle smile pulls at his lips. He’s impatient to get home because the sooner they get there, the sooner he sees Eda. Serkan’s patience is tested when they get stuck in a traffic jam. It takes forever to get to Serkan’s house and he fears that Eda has already arrived and is forced to wait at the door. Or worse – she just left when she saw that no one was at home. So he gets anxious when they finally make it to his apartment and there’s no Eda waiting at the door.  

“I should... we should call Eda. Somebody call Eda. Mom, call her, tell her we’re here, ask her where she is.” Serkan knows that he’s practically spiralling but he just cannot help himself. 

“Tabii, canım. Calm down. I will call Eda. But first let’s get you comfortable. Remember what the doctor said? You need rest.”  

His mother ignores his grumbling and makes him settle on one of the couches in the spacious living room. Aydan Hanım and Engin start fussing over him and Serkan is just about to lose it when they hear a knock. He’s ready to jump and rush to the door but his mother beats him to it. She greets Eda with excited squeals and hugs. Once Aydan Hanım lets go of Eda she comes more fully into his line of vision. The second he sees her, Serkan feels his whole body relax. He starts breathing more easily now that she’s right there, coming closer and closer, looking at him with soft and worried eyes.  

"Eda," he all but whispers because he's afraid that if he raises his voice she might actually disappear, like an illusion.

"Serkan. How are you feeling?" 

"I am fine. Thanks to you." 

She shrugs it off as if it’s not a big deal.  

“I am glad you’re okay. I was... I was worried,” she confesses softly and her eyes get clouded with the said worry. 

“I am alright. I promise. And the doctor said there’s nothing to worry about,” he reassures her.  

She nods and then lifts a box that Serkan just now notices in her hands.  

“I’ve got you something. Should help your body regain its strength. Also calms the mind.”  

“Another one of your magic teas?” he teases with a small smile. 

He’s relieved to see her smile in return and nod. She moves to the kitchen area and busies herself with preparing the herbs for his tea and he... he’s just watching her. He’s so entranced and enchanted by her that it takes him quite some time to realise that they’re alone. He looks around and asks in confusion, “Where... where are my mother and Engin?” 

“They left about ten minutes ago. I started making your tea and they said their goodbyes. Did you not hear them leave?”  

“I... I guess I got a bit distracted,” he mumbles, ears lightly tinted red with embarrassment.  

Eda looks at him as if she wants to say something, but clearly decides against it as she shakes her head. She takes a steaming mug into her hands and silently moves towards him, joining him on the couch. She arranges the cushions around Serkan and once he’s settled, she offers him the mug. For the next few minutes they just sit in a surprisingly comfortable silence, with Serkan sipping his tea and Eda watching him from the corner of her eye.  

It’s Serkan who breaks the silence, then, “Can I ask you something?”  

Eda looks at him for a moment, nods, and says, “Ask.” 

“If you had known that I’d be okay in the end, that I wouldn’t die tonight, would you still be here?” asks Serkan, his voice tinted with all the vulnerability in the world.  

“I knew you’d be alright.” Eda’s reply comes swift and determined.  

“Öyle mi? Nasıl bu kadar emin olabildin?”  

She looks around the room, unsure whether she should carry on the conversation, and slightly afraid. However, because she’s Eda, she then breathes in deeply, stares right in to his eyes and says, “Because how can you die when there is still so much left for us to talk about? So many places to explore together? So many beautiful homes and gardens to make together? How can you die before we even get to the part where we make an entire life for you and me, together? Before we’ve loved each other to death?  Mümkün değil. You cannot die before we’ve lived forever together. Ben sana deli gibi aşık oldum, Serkan Bolat. You can’t leave until I say so.”  

Her long lashes are wet from tears that are steadily dripping down her face, while Serkan is stunned into a silence he doesn’t feel like he can break. Or that he wants to break, really, because it’s not the sort of heavy silence that feels like it’s crushing him. It’s the kind that surrounds him in all its soothing calmness and warmth; the kind of silence that promises peace and happiness. The kind that is so full of love it makes him feel he’s about to burst at the seams, but his shoulders have never felt lighter. And it’s the best thing he has ever felt in his life.  

So, he just nods silently, unaware that he too has tears sliding down his face, and opens up his arms for Eda. Always for her. She embraces him, fits in his arms like the missing piece of a puzzle and he feels complete, like never before. And then in a gentle, soft whisper – soft because he doesn’t want to break the tranquil silence and oh-so soft because it’s meant for Eda only – he says, “Seni her zaman çok seveceğim, Eda Yıldız.” 

Later, once he’s back to his sharp self, Serkan is going to wonder how he got here. How he got so fortunate to be back to a good place with Eda, exactly where he wanted to be. How something that could very well kill him, ended up saving his life by bringing his peri kizi back to him. And he’s going to think how a thing so small as a strawberry held so much power. Who would’ve thought Serkan Bolat would ever be thankful for strawberries? 

Translations!

Öyle mi? Nasıl bu kadar emin olabildin? / Is that so? How could you be so sure?

Ben sana deli gibi aşık oldum, Serkan Bolat. / I fell madly in love with you, Serkan Bolat.

Seni her zaman çok seveceğim, Eda Yıldız. / I will always love you, Eda Yildiz.

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Whoo-hoo!!! Finally! The second chapter of "A Technicality" is here. Hope you enjoy it as much as the first part 🤞

I don't own the show or any of the characters. All of them belong to the writers, production company and FOX channel. This is only fanfiction.

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A Technicality. Chapter 2

Serkan tried really hard to blink through the fog before his eyes. There was a strange noise ringing in his ears. The sound of a familiar voice got to him through the noise:

"Serkan, canım benim, can you hear me?..."

And then:

"How long is he gonna be like this?"

He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Look! He closed his eyes! Serkan? Dear? Can you hear me? Please, look at me!"

Serkan opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times, before he finally managed to focus on the first thing in his line of vision - his mother's worried face.

Aydan Bolat looked distressed to say the least. She also looked like someone with no tears left to cry. Serkan's heart squeezed painfully at the thought. He dragged his eyes from his mother to glance around. It seemed like he was in a hospital room, with him half-sitting, half-lying on a hospital bed, an IV attached to his left arm.

"Mom? What's going on? How did I get here?" he croaked out.

His voice sounded strangely dry and rough, even to his own ears.

"Hold on a second, I will get you some water," Aydan Hanım grabbed a water cup with a straw from a nightstand near the bed.

Serkan took the cup from his mother's hands and started gulping down a chilly liquid, foregoing the straw.

"Careful, dear! You're gonna choke like that!"

Serkan didn't really seem to care. He greedily emptied the cup and then just blindly handed it back to his mother. Upon looking around once again, Serkan noticed a nurse, who was checking something in his medical chart.

"I will let the doctor know your son came around," the nurse addressed his mother and left the room.

"Mom, can you tell me what's happening? Why am I here?" Serkan inquired yet again.

"Well, you went into shock. You just froze and were completely unresponsive so Engin had to bring you to the hospital".

"I went into shock?" Serkan repeated dumbly.

His mother just nodded mutely and a shadow fell over her face.

"You called me. You called me and you said..."

Serkan felt all of it coming back to him - the overwhelming fear and crippling pain brought by his mother's words, the words she had said to him over the phone - "I am so sorry, dear".

"You said you were sorry. Why? Why were you sorry?"

"Canım benim, please, you need to calm down!"

"What's happening? Where is she? Where is Eda?" he almost yelled the last question.

"She's alive!" his mother did yell the words, grabbing Serkan by the shoulders and making him look at her.

"She's alive," Aydan Hanım repeated, lowering her voice.

Serkan nodded and exhaled loudly.

"But..."

"But?"

Aydan Hanım cupped one of Serkan's cheeks, while tears started running down her own.

"There was a car accident. She was driving. Then something broke down, I guess. She crossed to the oncoming traffic lane. Her car crashed head-on into a truck".

"Her car? Her car broke down?" Serkan mumbled.

A hysterical laughter bubbled up in his throat. Her car. God, he hated it with passion. How many times had it broken down before? How many times had he told her to fix it? Why hadn't she done it? Why hadn't he insisted on just getting rid of the damn thing and buying her a new car?

Serkan rubbed at one of his temples, where he felt a splitting headache had started to form.

"How do you... How do you know all of this?"

"Me and Seyfi, we were visiting Ayfer Hanım, when she got a phone call from the hospital. When they managed to get Eda out of the car, they checked her phone for the emergency contacts. Obviously, her aunt was the first one," Aydan Hanım explained.

Serkan nodded in understanding.

"Where is she now? You said she is alive. So everything is fine. She's gonna be fine, right?"

Aydan Bolat gave her son a look that he didn't like one bit.

"Canım, her heart was not beating when the ambulance came. They managed to bring her back, but... she flatlined twice on the way to the hospital. And now she's still in the surgery".

"No... no-no-no... what... what are you saying? What do you mean she flatlined? And how... why is she still in the surgery?"

Serkan knew he was rambling and spiralling and basically not making any sense. But what his mother had told him was making even less sense. No, it was - all of it - just one big cosmic joke. None of it was real.

Serkan grabbed at the needle, attaching his arm to the IV, just ripped the thing out and hustily got up from the bed.

"Serkan, baby, what are you doing? Where are you going? You need to rest, to calm down. You cannot go anywhere in such a state!" his mother tried to reason with him.

"I need to see Eda. Where is she?"

"I told, you, canım, she's in the surgery. They won't let you see her".

"Where is the surgery?"

"Darling..."

"Where is it, Mom???!!!" Serkan yelled, making his mother jump and yelp quietly.

"Sorry. I am sorry, Mom," Serkan apologized immediately for his outburst. "But I need to get there. Please, show me which surgery she is in. I need to be as close to her as I can get".

"Tamam, canım," his mother relented.

They left the hospital room and Serkan saw Engin, Pırıl as well as Leyla and Seyfi waiting at the door.

"Are you ok, Abi? We were worried about you," Engin said, his voice strained with concern.

"I am not the one you should be worried about," Serkan dropped, striding with purpose.

When all of them got to the surgery Aydan Hanım said Eda was in, Serkan saw the girls - all in various state of distress. Ayfer Hanım was restless, pacing in front of the sliding doors, leading to the surgery room. When she noticed Serkan and all the others approaching, she stopped.

"And what are you doing here?"

"You know what we are doing here. We are all worried about Eda," Serkan responded calmly, trying to remain understanding. "Do you have any news? Has the doctor come out to talk to you?"

"And who are you to ask me that?" Ayfer Hanım scoffed right into his face.

It was the contempt she said the words with that got to Serkan.

"Who am I? You want to know who I am? I am the man whose whole damn life is right there now, behind these doors!"

Serkan felt his mother touch his arm.

"Canım, please, calm down".

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? When I might very well be losing everything?!"

"All of us here are losing her, you know," Ayfer Hanım's resigned voice pulled Serkan's attention back to her.

"Well, I am the only one who won't survive it," Serkan told with raw honesty, looking her dead in the eye.

He wondered what exactly Ayfer Yıldız saw in his eyes in that moment. What was it exactly that made her nod mutely? Was it a primal terror? Or hot agony? Cold desperation? Maybe his bleeding loving heart? Or, perhaps, all of it, all at once?...

Whatever that was, it allowed Serkan and his mother, along with all the others, to stay and wait. Wait for any scrap of news, any sign that Eda was gonna be ok.

Two hours later the doors, keeping Eda from Serkan and everyone else, finally opened and a completely run down doctor came out. Everyone got into motion, surrounding the doctor and talking over each other, bombarding a poor man with questions.

"Friends, please, calm down. I will answer all the questions to Eda Hanım's immediate family. Who's her next of kin?" the doctor asked.

"I am. I am her aunt," Ayfer Hanım said.

The doctor looked at everyone else, who had formed quite a crowd.

"These are all close friends, some are pretty much family. You can say whatever you have to say with everyone present," Ayfer Hanım commented.

The doctor nodded.

"Ok, then. Eda Hanım received some very serious injuries in the accident. There's head trauma, a punctured lung, fractured and broken bones. There is a chance of permanent damage to her musculoskeletal system. The next few hours will be critical".

"So, what... what do we do now?" Serkan asked nervously.

"I suggest you pray," the doctor said with a morbid expression on his face.

Ayfer Hanım let out a loud sob. All Serkan could hear were cries, sobs and pained whines of various volume and intensity.

"What... what do you mean pray? That's your advice? What kind of doctor are you?" Serkan started attacking the man in white.

"Tamam, canım, calm down. It's not the doctor's fault. I am sure he's done everything he could," his mother tried to placate him.

"Well, it's not enough, obviously! We need another doctor! We have to find the best doctors!"

"Ok, we will. We will," his mother said soothingly.

She mouthed an apology to the doctor and took Serkan by the arm to drag him aside.

"You're not going to help Eda by attacking her doctor. We need to stay calm and strong, for her sake. Okay?" Aydan Bolat addressed her son.

Serkan exhaled loudly, all anger and frustration leaving him along with breath.

"Okay, canım?" his mother asked, peering at him intently.

"Okay. But I want to hear what other doctors have to say. We need to find the best ones".

"We will. Leave it to me. I will take care of it".

Serkan nodded and in that very moment the doors to the surgery slid open once again and two nurses rolled out a gurney with Eda.

Everyone moved, trying to get closer to Eda, while the nurses told to stay away and let them take her to a room in intensive care unit. Serkan was looking at the scene, transfixed, rooted to the spot. He couldn't bring himself to move closer. Because it wasn't Eda over there, it couldn't be. So small, her head bandaged, face littered with cuts and scratches.

Serkan felt someone squeeze his hand and turned his head, only to see his mother's face, wet from tears and shadowed by grief.

"I will start making calls now. We'll get the best doctors for Eda. She's gonna be okay," despite the tears, Aydan Bolat's voice didn't waver.

Serkan could only nod mutely, willing his mother's words to come true.

Please, let her be okay.

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The next few days were filled with torturous wait and useless doctors. None of the ones his mother had found were any good. All of them said the same things. So Serkan took it upon himself to find the best of the best. He organised a private flight on his jet for a surgeon from America. The surgeon was said to be one of his kind, the best in the world. If he wasn't able to help, then no one would.

However, the prodigy doctor told pretty much what all other doctors had said. How there was only so much medicine could do, how they had to just wait, hope for a miracle and pray.

After the talk with the doctor Serkan just couldn't stand being inside the hospital anymore, so he went out for some fresh air. That's how his mother found him - pacing in front of the main entrance, rubbing at his temples, contemplating what to do next.

Aydan Bolat approached her son carefully, as one would a wild and wounded animal.

"Canım..."

"Not now, Mom! I want to be left alone. I need to think. I need to find a way, find the best doctor who will help us".

"Serkan, my baby boy, that is the best doctor. And he said..."

"I don't care what he said! We'll find another one, a better one. He's not the best if he cannot help".

"Canım, sometimes no one can help. Even the best. There's nothing anyone can do..."

"Stop it! I don't wanna hear it! If you cannot help, then just... Don't say anything at all".

Aydan Hanım put her hands up in surrender.

"Okay, as you wish".

"Just... Don't ask me to give up".

"I am not asking you to give up. I will never ask you to give up. And I will never, ever, do it myself. But I need you to accept the reality of what's happening".

Serkan stopped his mad pacing and turned to his mother. Aydan Bolat saw the look of absolute defeat on her son's face.

"How did I allow this to happen? Why did I allow it?" Serkan muttered dejectedly.

"What?... Darling, it was an accident, you couldn't have possibly..."

"I am not talking about the accident, Mom".

Aydan Hanım furrowed her brows in confusion.

"How did I allow myself to become so dependent on her? I haven't even noticed when I completely lost myself in her. And now... Oh god, Mom... I cannot breathe".

Serkan rubbed at his chest, where he had been feeling tightness for days, ever since he woke up on the day of Eda's accident. It felt as if he had a steel band around his sternum and it was getting tighter with every new day Eda remained unconscious.

"Oh, my dear boy..." Aydan Hanım uttered with a sob and pulled Serkan into a tight hug.

"That's the thing about love... It's completely out of our control. It takes over us, over our minds, bodies and souls... But it's not necessarily a weakness. You can turn it into your strength. Because, while you feel like you're dependent on Eda, she's also dependent on you, she's connected to you. So you have to stay strong, for her. This way she will be able to draw that strength from you".

Aydan Hanım rubbed at Serkan's back, then squeezed him and moved away, in order to look into his eyes.

"Okay?"

Feeling slightly better and stronger, Serkan nodded.

"Okay".

"Great! And now go home, you've been here for days".

"What? No, I..."

"Go home! Because, honestly, dear, you need a shower. It won't be very nice if Eda wakes up and you stink, will it?"

Serkan let out a small chuckle, even if it lacked any real joy.

"Go. Even Ayfer Hanım went home to get changed. We will be here. Me and Seyfi. The girls are here".

"Okay. But if anything, and I mean anything, changes - you call me".

"I will, I promise".

Serkan glanced at the hospital entrance and reluctantly moved to his car.

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Serkan felt sunlight on his face and warm breath on his neck. He peered his eyes open. She was here - alive, breathing and smiling at him. He brushed his hand over her dark hair, then over her smooth shoulder and down her bare back. He let his eyes wander over her face, trying to commit every tiny detail to his memory. The flutter of her long lashes, the buzzing energy in her deep chocolate eyes, the perfect curve of her mouth, the dimples that revealed themselves every time she rewarded him with one of her pearly smiles.

"What are you thinking about?" her quiet voice reached him.

"You. Always you. And what are you thinking about?"

Her smile got impossibly wide and painfully happy.

"Us".

He wanted to say something but a strange noise got his attention. And Eda's face turned blurry, as if she was a mirage that started dissolving.

"No-no-no... Please, stay..."

... A loud knock pulled Serkan from his dream, constructed by his memories and partially - by his wishful thinking. He was alone, the space near him empty and his arms Edaless. Serkan pulled himself up with a groan. He didn't remember falling asleep. He must have been more tired than he thought.

Another loud knock echoed in the big living space and Serkan had to leave the couch and move to the door. Once he reached it, he saw Balca through the glass, smiling at him cautiously. Serkan pulled the door open.

"Balca? What are you doing here?"

"Hello! Sorry for coming unannounced but you weren't answering your phone. So I got worried. And there are some issues at the office, actually. That's why I was calling in the first place".

Work issues sounded like a great way to take his mind off things. So Serkan moved to let Balca in. She came inside and closed the door. He motioned with his hand towards the couches.

"Take a sit. Can I get you something?"

"Well, actually, I brought you a special tea. It really helps in situations like... Well, it helps me in stressful situations. I thought I could brew it for you?"

"Well, that's very... thoughtful of you, thank you".

Serkan felt confused and a little uneasy but brushed it off. So what if it was something he would never do? People were different, there were different ways of helping someone. Eda had taught him that much. So he showed Balca to the kitchen area and told where to find cups and everything else she needed. While Balca was preparing her magical tea, Serkan was studying the files that she had brought.

"Okay... ready," Balca's voice pulled him from his work.

Serkan lifted his head from the files. Balca took two steaming cups in her hands and motioned behind him, to the couches.

"Maybe we should sit over there? You will be more comfortable".

Serkan shrugged indifferently but collected the papers and followed Balca to one of the couches. He took one of the cups that she offered to him with a muttered "Thank you".

They started looking through the documents together. Serkan sipped at his tea every now and then, and after a while he felt his body relax. Maybe Balca's tea was indeed magical.

"Thank you," Serkan said, once they discussed everything and Balca put all the papers away.

"I mean, for keeping me updated about what's going on in the office. And the tea. And for... for not asking me if I am ok".

"Well, I hate it myself. I mean, people asking if I am okay, when being okay is so clearly impossible," Balca told him with a small smile.

Serkan nodded and rubbed a hand over his eyes, that suddenly started feeling heavy.

"Let me get these cups," he heard Balca say.

The next moment he felt himself drift, his head pulling him down, eyes drooping. The last thing he registered was a warm hand on his face and a light kiss.

"Eda..." he muttered.

"Sweet dreams, my love".

(to be continued...)

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[mrsgreenworld]

A post episode 31 one-shot at a lovely anonym's request. I initially planned something more angsty but after having seen fragman 2 I'm feeling really hopeful. It will definitely not go like this but one can dream and fantasize 😁.

I don't own Sen Çal Kapımı or any of its characters. They belong to the writers, production company and FOX channel.

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Beyond Any Words

Ever since that cursed day when Eda and Deniz set the date for their wedding, Serkan hasn't been able to quell the burning in his chest. It feels like it's ready to explode. When it first started, Serkan thought he was having a heart attack, or suffering from a freaking pneumothorax, or that both his lungs had suddenly collapsed, or that he was just simply dying... He called his family doctor who came to examine him, only to say that he wasn't dying and he'd simply had a panick attack. And now Serkan has to live in the state of constant panic attack.

What's even worse is that his hand tremor is back and he hasn't been able to finish any of his sketches. He thought it was due to all of the distractions during the day. He stayed in the office after everyone had left.

He's alone in the office now and has been trying to work for hours but all his attempts have fallen through. There are dozens of papers with messed up sketches that he's thrown around the room. His tremor seems to have gotten worse and now there are also painful spasms shooting up Serkan's arm, right into his shoulder.

Serkan cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, ready to give his sketch one more - last - try, when he hears clicking of heels and a voice. Her voice.

"I know, I know... I will be there soon. I just need to grab my notepad. All of my notes are in there, I will need to look at them before the meeting tomorrow morning".

Eda walks through one of the panel doors and freezes when she sees Serkan. He's already looking at her intently.

"Serkan? What are you still doing here at this hour?" she asks cautiously.

"I'm sorry, since when do I need your permission to stay and work in my office?" Serkan snaps at her suddenly.

He sounds almost whiny and childish, even to his own ears. He knows he's being a jerk and bites his treacherous tongue when he sees Eda flinch.

Before she can say anything, Serkan adds hustily:

"I am... I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what's come over me. It's just been an awful day. It's not an excuse, I know. And I apologize. But I've been working on this damn sketch and I cannot finish it for the life of me".

Just as Serkan's saying all of this, he sees Eda take in the state of the office, with all the crumpled and torn papers, pencils broken in frustration.

"Oh..." she utters softly.

She doesn't ask any questions but Serkan feels compelled to tell her:

"I've been mostly fine physically after the accident. But from time to time I'll get these cramps and tremors in my right hand and arm... So, sketching has been a bit of a problem".

Serkan doesn't understand why he's sharing this with her. He hasn't told anyone else about it. But with her here, in front of him, the words just tumble out of his mouth and he feels such relief...

Serkan sees Eda's forehead crease with worry. She gestures with her hand at the sketch before him and asks:

"Can I... Do you want to me to help you with that?"

Serkan's nodding before his mind is even done processing the question.

Eda comes to the table and pulls one of the chairs. She puts her purse on the table, sits down and rolls her chair closer to Serkan. Serkan's eyes widen when Eda's small and soft hand closes around his own, holding a pencil. She doesn't have to say anything, he just instinctively relaxes and lets her hand guide his movements. He's not even looking at what their hands are drawing, staring at her face instead. Serkan's eyes drink her in greedily. He doesn't know how much time passes when he's pulled out of his trance by Eda's voice:

"Here. What do you think?"

Serkan tears his eyes from her face and looks at the sketch. He blinks several times.

"That's... that's... wow... How... How did you know what I wanted to draw?"

Eda just shrugs as if it's not a big deal.

"I don't know. I just looked at you and knew that's what you had in mind. We... Well, it always used to be like this with us. We didn't even need to talk, one look was enough for us to understand each other".

She suddenly snatches her hand away and rolls in her chair, effectively putting some distance between them. Serkan immediately feels cold and opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Eda's already out of her seat. She takes her purse and says:

"I have to go".

She moves to the other end of the table, grabs the notepad she's come for.

"Good night, Serkan Bolat".

She's gone before he has a chance to respond.

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