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You Can Ride On My Rocket 69 - Chapter Ten

Fic Summary: Jeremy has recently awoken in this strange world, 210 ten years after he was put to sleep, and is now the lone survivor from his vault. Trevor's a radio host from Diamond City who's barely left the station, lonely in his own right and isolated from the rest of the Wastes. When they meet, Trevor finally gets a chance to see the rest of the wasteland like he's always wanted, though Jeremy becomes more of his bodyguard than Trevor does his companion. They meet various people along the way, some being friends like the odd throuple they meet in one of the neighboring city, or foe like a certain Diamond City guard. Both are wary about bringing up their pasts, but the wasteland has a strange way of bringing people together.

Chapter Summary: Jeremy and Trevor learn the truth about Vault 111, and Trevor takes a little vacation to Good Neighbor and makes some strange bedfellows. This chapter's song is "Maybe" by The Ink Spots.

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Words in this chapter: 4296 Pairings: Jeremy/Trevor, Michael/Gavin/Lindsay, Jeremy/OC Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of death, minor character injury, alcohol use

Notes: There's a link to the first chapter of this fic as the source of this post! Click it to go read this fic over on A O 3, or you can search up the title or ‘everamazingfe’ on the site! This is also my longest chapter ever, and there’s some art to go along with it, but that’s in a separate post.

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The vault had clearly remained untouched since the pair had last been there, the dust that coated everything undisturbed aside from handprints on the cryopod and dust wiped from the terminal's keyboard. Trevor was back at that terminal, typing and clicking away as if it would get him any closer to accessing the menus hidden behind the password screen. Jeremy stood at the pod, his forehead and hand pressed on the glass.

A groan of frustration came from the computer, followed by a soft thud as the side of the monitor was hit, and Jeremy turned his head. "No good?"

"Nope. No good," Trevor muttered, shaking his head and huffing in frustration. "I'm gonna try and find another terminal, maybe one of the others won't be so broken. Just... Hang out here." He let out another huff as he picked up his bat, leaving the room to explore the vault more. There were radroaches everywhere, but with the mods Jeremy had made to the swatter in his hands, it killed them in one swift hit. He didn't remember there being so many the last time they were there, but maybe they were just getting bold.

Trevor figured his best bet would be the overseer's office, maybe the computer there would have some sort of master control system. He didn't know. Computers weren't really his thing, but he was trying his best to be helpful. He made his way down the hall towards where he figured the overseer's office, but before he reached it, he found another room full of those same pods. That terminal was unharmed, and though he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it held, he looked anyway.

What it held was rather appalling. Whatever malfunction had caused Jeremy's pod to open had shown mercy on him, because he was the only one to make it out of there alive. The cryogenic array and life support systems had long gone offline, and everyone left in the pods had thawed and begun to rot. It was easy to figure out that something similar had happened in the room that held Jeremy's husband's pod, and in every other room in the vault. The realization that he was standing in a room full of corpses, already entombed with their family and friends, made him stagger back, bile rising in his throat. He'd suspected it, but the confirmation was something he wasn't ready for.

The overseer's terminal didn't bring Trevor much better news either. The all-clear that was supposed to come from Vault-Tec never did. The resulting incident, as staff of the vault rioted and overthrew the overseer, was one of chaos and horror. The skeletons littered about the vault had made that clear, but somehow those were easier to stomach. They didn't still look like people, and from the sound of the memos he found, they weren't meant to make it out of the vault alive either.

Trevor let out a long sigh, scrubbing his hands over his face as he tried to process what he'd learned. It was all so much. Vault-Tec was pure evil, that much was certain, and he was glad he never had had to deal with them. The Institute was bad enough as it was. He slid down the desk until he was sitting on the floor, looking over at the skeleton of the overseer nearby. "Were any of these people ever supposed to leave? Were you?"

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Jeremy hadn't budged from the pod since Trevor had left. His eyes were still fixed on it, on his husband inside. The harsh reality of the situation was all around him, but he refused to accept it without concrete proof. The man couldn't be dead. He had fought for years in The Great War, only to die a week after getting home? It just seemed too cruel, Jeremy couldn't accept that as the truth. But he knew that the man inside didn't deserve a life out in the wastes, either. Maybe he was better off in the pod.

"I wish I was still in mine," he whispered, examining the lines of the other man's face. "I wish I could remember you." He put his palm flat on the glass, his fingers curling against it. "I remember us. I remember... Our life. But not you."

Something about coming out of cryofreeze must have fucked his brain up, maybe he'd gone without the life support functions for just a little too long after thawing, before his pod had opened. Or maybe his mind was protecting him from something bad. Jeremy didn't know. But luckily, his eyes still worked fine. At least he could still see him clearly. He inspected him closely, committing his face to memory and filling in the gaps where decay had caused the skin to fade away. The man inside the pod still looked as handsome as he did in all those photos from before the war, in Jeremy's mind. But what was underneath wasn't muscle, or bone.

Jeremy pressed his nose right up against the glass, almost like he was trying to push through it to see better, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"What the hell?" He squinted and looked even closer, and all at once his breath was ripped from his chest.

When he got it back, all he could do was scream.

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"Trevor!"

The pained cry echoed off the walls of the vault, and Trevor's head snapped to attention. It was Jeremy. For a moment, he was excited, thinking that maybe he'd finally gotten the manual release switch to work, but as the other man screamed again, he knew that it was anything but joy in his voice. He'd never run faster, but the vault was maze like and confusing. When he found Jeremy, the man was no longer standing calmly and staring pensively into the pod, but repeatedly punching the glass.

"Jeremy, what-"

"-He's a fucking synth!" Despite Jeremy punching the glass again and again, his knuckles bloodied and bruised, there wasn't a single crack in the surface. "That's not my husband, that's a fucking synth!" Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he hit the glass one last time before he turned to face Trevor. "He's... Trevor, he's..." He choked on his words, covering his face with his hands as he dropped to his knees. "This is worse than him being dead."

Trevor approached slowly, kneeling down in front of him and tentatively putting a hand on Jeremy's shoulder. It was shrugged off, so he decided not to push it. Looking towards the pod, he saw that Jeremy was right. How had they missed it? Wires and metal, all on display. A false bone faceplate and synthetic skin that didn't look quite right upon close inspection. One of the earlier models for sure, the newest ones had no differences from their human counterparts, but he didn't think that they existed before the drop. "That's sick. That's... That's downright disturbing." What business did the Institute have with a Pre-War corpse? "I don't even know what to say." What was there to say? 'Sorry that the man you love turns out not to be a man at all?' Bones were easier to break than that thick glass, especially when Jeremy was the one throwing the punch.

"Was my whole life a lie?" Jeremy took a shuddering breath, trying to keep everything from fading to black around him. "Was he even real? Did he ever even love me?"

"No, no... The Institute... It wasn't around before the bombs. There's no way." Either the man was somehow always a synth, or they came and swapped his body out. But that didn't answer the question of why? What was so special about him that they'd sentence everyone else to death? He realized now that this was probably the source of the malfunction that had doomed the other pods, and they'd probably cut off the manual release to keep anyone from finding out. "He was real when you knew him. I'm sure of that."

Jeremy scoffed. "Great, so then the Institute is a bunch of graverobbers. What are they, the fucking Resurrection Men?"

"I don't know who that is."

"They're... Fuck it, nevermind. We need to find those fuckers." His tears had gone from distraught to furious, his whole body running red hot with anger as his fists clenched at his sides again. The Institute had taken so much from him. They'd taken a peaceful death from him, and now they'd gone and taken away the only thing that had ever made his existence bearable. That hurt more than all the hits he'd taken out in the Commonwealth combined.

"No one knows where they are, Jeremy. Otherwise they would've been taken out decades ago."

"Even better, we'll be the first!"

"Where would we even start?"

"I don't know!" Jeremy was shouting now, standing up abruptly and startling Trevor in the process. Pointing at the pod, Jeremy continued. "He might still be out there! He could be out there, alone and scared and wandering the wastes like I was before I met you, or the Institute could be doing shit to him, and I don't know which is a worse fate. We have to find him." He lowered his hand, hauling Trevor up. "I have to find him."

Trevor just stared down at Jeremy, finding his footing and freeing his arm from his grip. "I don't know if I'm gonna be able to help you."

"Then forget you, I'll do it myself." He started to walk away, but Trevor grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him, and Jeremy met his eyes with a flare.

"Stop! Wait. I meant I don't know how to help you. But... Remember how I told you 'bout how I was brought up by Nick Valentine?" Jeremy nodded, though he was uncertain. "He's a detective, back in Diamond City. He can help you."

"Oh." Jeremy instantly relaxed, his glare being replaced with a softer expression. He'd thought that Trevor meant that he wouldn't help him. "Well, I guess we're going back to the city, then."

"Guess so," Trevor agreed, letting out a sigh. At least Jeremy seemed a bit less worked up now, but he still felt a bit on edge. "All this back and forth is fucking exhausting."

Jeremy nodded in agreement, shaking out his hand and pulling a bundle of gauze from his pocket to wrap it with. "Hey, Trev?" He said once they were back on the elevator platform, looking at the other man for a few long moments before he actually hit the button to take them back up.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. And... Thanks."

Trevor shrugged, looking down at his feet. "That's what friends do, right? Help each other?" He looked back up at Jeremy now, a soft smile on his face. "And when they can't, they point them in the right direction."

"Yeah, exactly. But, uh... We gotta be careful out there, alright? I can't lose you too."

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"I can't lose you too."

The words echoed in Trevor's head as he stared up at the sky. They were camped out in some abandoned house somewhere halfway between Sanctuary Hills and Diamond City, Trevor's own exhaustion nearly making him collapse and Jeremy's injured hand making it hard for him to hold a gun well enough to protect them. The roof was long gone, but the walls were intact enough that they could barricade the holes, and there were some mattresses left on the floor that were perfect for sleeping on. Only, Trevor couldn't sleep. Jeremy was snoring way too loudly beside him for that, and his armor was uncomfortable.

The sky was always so clear, aside from the occasional radiation storm that rolled through, and he wondered if people before the war ever got the chance to appreciate it like this. Jeremy had said no, that the lights of the cities were so bright that you couldn't see the sky anymore, when he'd asked. He couldn't imagine living without being able to see the stars. They'd always brought him some sense of comfort, and if he was a smarter man maybe he would've taken the time to learn their names. But he wasn't, and that information wasn't available to him anymore even if he was.

Trevor let out a sigh and rolled over, his eyes on Jeremy now. The words still replayed in his head, over and over. They had since he'd said them. Maybe he was putting too much meaning into them, but to him it felt like proof that someone finally cared about him. No one ever had before. His parents had abandoned him, leaving him to end up just another Diamond City orphan until Nick took pity on him. Nick had cared for him as much as a synth could, but he'd still said, "My hands are tied," when Trevor had gone to him with complaints about Ian. Everyone in Diamond City shunned him and didn't do anything to protect him, that had all been Jeremy. Because he actually cared about him. And he realized, as he lay there listening to the ambient noise of the wastes and the loud snoring, that he cared about Jeremy too.

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"I'm not going back to Sanctuary again."

"Not asking you to, Trevor."

"But Nick said he wants to go look at the vault, take a look around. So we gotta go back."

"You don't have to go."

"Yes, I do."

The conversation had been going on like this for around ten minutes now, Nick and his assistant Ellie standing by and politely pretending that they weren't eavesdropping. Trevor was reluctant to let Jeremy leave without him, despite being in no shape to travel. Whether it was because he was too scared to be on his own, or too scared that he wouldn't be there to help Jeremy in case things went bad, Trevor didn't know. But regardless, staying in Diamond City without Jeremy sounded terrifying. For all he knew, Ian could be back on duty, just waiting for a chance to catch Trevor alone.

"Look, Trev... You're exhausted. I am too, but... I gotta go back there with him, I have to start trying to get this figured out. And you? You need to rest, I'm sorry but you look awful." Jeremy didn't like the sound of leaving Trevor alone either, but there was really no other choice. He at least had army training under his belt, he could run of too little sleep for far too long if he needed to, but Trevor didn't have that. And, admittedly, he'd been pushing the other man a bit too hard since they'd gotten back out in the Commonwealth. "Look, I'll take you to Goodneighbor, how about that? I'll bribe Michael to keep an eye on you, set you up with enough caps for a room at the Rex. How's that sound?"

"Sounds a lot better than staying here."

Jeremy smiled at that, clapping Trevor on the shoulder. "Great. Nick, I'm gonna go do that, then I'll be back."

"Don't worry about it. Take your time," Nick assured, waving them off. Both he and Ellie watched them as they left, the pair still bickering quietly. When the door shut, he turned to her and spoke. "I'm glad the kid's found a friend, but I thought he had a better head on his shoulders than that."

Ellie shrugged, returning to her desk and writing up a report to go into the case file. "I dunno, Nick. Seemed like they're more than that to me."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, nothing, it's just..." She smiled. "Intuition, I guess."

"Right. 'Intuition.' Just be careful you don't end up like Piper, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

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Good Neighbor without Jeremy was just boring, Trevor decided. It wasn't the comforting retreat he thought it would be either. Instead of worrying about the people around him, he was just worried about Jeremy. Spending time with Lindsay, Michael, and Gavin at the Third Rail was a decent distraction during the day, but there was nothing like that when he had to go back to the hotel alone.

"You should check out the Memory Den some time," Gavin said one afternoon a few days into his stay, passing Trevor a Nuka Cherry with the cap already off. "Some people like taking a trip down memory lane when the real world stops being interesting enough for them."

Trevor scoffed quietly, taking a long sip from the soda. "Yeah, I'll pass. Most of the memories I've got, I don't wanna revisit."

"Not even your night with Lindsay?"

Trevor spluttered, nearly spilling his drink all over himself as he stared at Gavin in shock, who could only grin wryly back at him. "You know about that?"

"Course I do, it's not like I don't talk to them," he said, chuckling as he popped the top on a Gwinnet Stout for himself. "We're quite close, y'know. The three of us are. We talk. And Lindsay loves to talk about you, they'd been dying for you to some back ever since you left."

"I don't think that's true at all." His cheeks were as red as his soda now, and he just wanted to run away and hide.

"Oh, but it is. You really impressed them." Gavin was getting a great deal of joy out of making Trevor squirm the way he was, and he glanced behind him towards the stairs that Lindsay was coming down right then. He winked at them, putting a finger to his lips when he made eye contact, quickly lowering his hand when Trevor was looking his way again. "So, tell me Trevor-boy. Were they as good of a neighbor as their songs claim? Oh, come on! Don't be shy now."

"Okay, well... Honestly? They were great. I mean, just... So sweet, and so perfect, but... I don't think that's gonna be happening again."

Both Gavin and Lindsay's face fell, and he leaned in close. "Why not?"

Trevor bit his lip nervously, hoping he hadn't upset the other with his response. He swirled his soda around in the bottle, staring down into it before he looked up at him. "I don't think I was that good of a neighbor." Saying that he was dealing with some complicated feelings about Jeremy felt like he'd be confessing too much to someone he barely knew, and it wasn't Lindsay's fault that those feelings had only gotten more complicated since the last time he'd been around.

"Oh, Trevor." Lindsay's voice came from behind him, and they wrapped their arms around him from behind him, making him bristle. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I think you were the best neighbor, but... I'm not against giving you a chance to redeem yourself."

"You... You set me up!" He cried, pointing at Gavin accusingly, but the only response he got was a wink as he knocked back the beer. "This is the worst. You're the worst, Gavin."

Lindsay laughed and unwrapped their arms around him so they could sit on a stool beside him, asking Gavin for a glass of wine when he was done being a dick. "I'm sorry, darlin', but it was just too cute watching you get all flustered like that."

Some version of the same antic happened every day, and he didn't know how he hadn't gotten wise to it at that point. After the fifth day of being in Good Neighbor, he took Lindsay up on their offer of redeeming himself because he just couldn't stand how lonely his hotel room was anymore. It was much the same as the first time they had spent the night together, and it didn't really fill the void.

The next night, Lindsay invited Trevor back to the apartment they shared with Gavin and Michael. Not for sex, but just so he wouldn't be alone at night anymore, because it really seemed to be getting to him. He'd swapped his Nuka Cherry for whatever beer Gavin had on hand, and they'd all started to get concerned. They all considered him a friend, they thought he was sweet and fun to talk to, and he had good choice in music, and they weren't going to let their friend be miserable if they could help it. Trevor was better after that, switching back to soda after his nights were filled with games of Blast Radius instead of listening to his own voice on the radio, staring up at the ceiling because he couldn't see the sky from the window.

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Jeremy wasn't doing much better, either. Nick Valentine, as nice as he was, just wasn't as good company as Trevor. That was his biggest problem with the synth, really. That he wasn't Trevor. The man's voice did play over the radio, but he knew it wasn't the real deal. The real deal was, hopefully, safe in Good Neighbor.

The trip back to Sanctuary had been easy enough, but a tour of the vault didn't really tell Nick anything that Jeremy hadn't already told him about the situation. He'd expected as much, but it didn't hurt to look for any sort of calling card that may have been left behind. Their trip had taken quite a few detours, too, because of Nick wanting some help looking into other cases that he had on the docket. Jeremy had been reluctant to help, but he figured since he was being helped for free, it was the least he could do to pay him back. Once they were back in Nick's office in Diamond City, he relayed the information to Ellie for her to write up and add to the case file, and spoke with her to try and figure out the next step. She said something, and Nick's face lit up, knocking on the desk to get Jeremy's attention.

"Lucky for you, where you're gonna want to go next is where you have to go anyway," Nick said finally, turning to Jeremy, who'd nearly fallen asleep in the chair he was seated in. "In Good Neighbor, there's a place called the Memory Den. People usually use it to try and look back on fond memories, but I think in your case, it may be the key to figuring out what happened while you were on ice."

Jeremy was glad to not have to roam all over the Commonwealth again, and even more excited that he'd get to see Trevor again. Next time, he wasn't going to be leaving him behind. "Great, I'll look into it."

"Come back to me if you get anything useful."

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It was another day at the bar for Trevor, another day wishing that there was something he could use to get in touch with Jeremy somehow. Letters were useless, and he was pretty sure that a Pip-Boy couldn't receive any messages from terminals without being hooked into it.

As usual, he was leaned against the bar, chatting with Gavin who stood next to him, and Michael and Lindsay who were seated on the other side on the stools. The Third Rail wasn't open just yet, but Trevor had taken to helping Gavin get the bar set up and keeping the other two company as they waited for opening time. And though it wasn't open, it seemed like Michael had forgotten to lock the door back up behind them, because heavy footsteps started coming down the steps. The conversation immediately stopped, Trevor and Gavin ducking down below the bar as Michael moved to stand in front of Lindsay.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Trevor heard Michael say, but it wasn't in anger like he'd been expecting. He and Gavin glanced at each other in confusion, the Brit silently reaching to grab a pistol that was stored beneath the counter just in case.

"I'm here for Trevor. Guy at the Rex said he'd been hanging out with you guys lately."

He recognized that voice, and he knocked the gun out of Gavin's hands before popping his head up to confirm what his ears had heard. "Jeremy! You're back."

"You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you?" Jeremy asked, a grin spreading across his face when he saw Trevor stand up from behind the bar. Barely a moment passed before Trevor was stepping out from behind the bar, running up to Jeremy and wrapping him in a hug. "Whoa, okay... Guess you did," he laughed, awkwardly raising and lowering his arms a few times before he settled for wrapping them around Trevor, hugging him back tightly.

"No, I didn't, I just... Missed you." The confession made Trevor's cheeks go red, and after a minute he pulled away from the hug. "But... I'm glad you're back. How'd the search go?"

Jeremy made a noncommittal noise, gesturing vaguely. "It was kinda pointless, to be honest. But I know where to go next. Some place called the Memory Den?"

"Oh, well I could have told you that! You didn't need some crackpot gumshoe for that," Gavin said, "That's where I told Trevor he should go when he started getting bored." Michael reached across the counter to thump him across the head. "What? I did!" The ghoul just cut him a look, and Gavin stuck his tongue out at him in response before quieting down.

Trevor cleared his throat, turning back towards Jeremy with a smile. "Hey, at least we know where to go. And it's not very far, either. I bet you're even more sick of wandering around the wastes than I am at this point."

"You've got that right," Jeremy said with a chuckle, heading over to the bar to take a seat and motioning for Trevor to join him. "Mhm. But we're not going there right now. First, I need a drink."

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maceidelic · 4 years

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atravellerstale-meg · 4 years

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Could you possibly do a JeremyxTrevor story? Like within the GTA V FAHC, whrer they've been secretly dating, but then someone catches them, so they have to explain. It's okay if not!

@ah-giggles - sorry about the delay! This prompt got a bit out of hand, but was a ton of fun to write. I hope you like it!

Jeremy was sat in the penthouse, cleaning his guns. Most of the rest of the crew was out working on some upcoming job and he was trying to burn off the nervous energy as best he could, but he was nevertheless caught off guard when someone dropped down on the couch next to him. He looked over to find Gavin staring at him.

Now, it wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t like Gavin. In fact, before joining the crew, he could honestly say he had looked up to the guy. But after joining the veneer of the Golden Boy had fallen away and taken Jeremy’s admiration with it. And as he’d struggled to get used to the difference between Gavin’s persona and Gavin himself, he’d apparently caught the eye of the man in question, who’d started following Jeremy about and asking him odd questions and pestering him at all hours of the day and being way too cuddly for Jeremy’s liking. It hadn’t taken long for Jeremy’s shock to turn into a kind of playful mock-hatred.

So he sighed and resigned himself to another round of ‘what ifs’. After a moment, when nothing came, he raised an eyebrow at Gavin, quickly growing concerned when he saw the serious look on his face. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

Instead of answering directly, Gavin tilted his head and asked, “Do you know what my role in the crew is?“

“Resident pain in the ass?”

“I’m the hacker.” He paused, shrugged, and corrected himself, “Well, one of two now. But this means I’m in charge of crew security. The cameras around the penthouse, background checks on new members,” he waved his hand, “it all goes through me.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

Gavin gave a half-smile. “You know Lindsay?”

“Yes?” Jeremy said, feeling more lost than ever.

“Well, when she first showed up, she was helping Michael betray the crew. Geoff got shot in the back of the head and almost died, Ryan had to face down the entire police force and almost died, I was in a tank and… All in all, it was a mess.”

“Oh.”

“And so there’s kind of been this unofficial rule that we have to make everyone aware of any and all relationships.”

“…Oh.”

“And you and Trevor aren’t as slick as you like to think you are.”

Jeremy looked down at the gun in his hand, slotting the pieces back into place as his mind raced. Eventually he asked, “Am I in trouble?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Oh.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gavin shift, crossing one leg over the other. “Were you ever going to tell us?”

“At some point.”

“And why didn’t it come up sooner?”

“Because… I didn’t think it was important?”

There was a moment of silence before Gavin spoke again, voice uncharacteristically frosty, “Jeremy, when you joined the crew, you told us about Matt. Everything I can find suggests that you already knew Alfredo and Trevor back then too, but you only told us about Matt, and we hired him. We then hired Trevor under different circumstances - again, you didn’t tell us about him - and he quickly rose through the ranks and became the boss. And one of the first things he did was hire Alfredo. The four of you were pretty much a crew in your own right, and without telling the rest of us about your relationships to each other, you infiltrated our crew. I’m giving you one chance to explain how this isn’t an attempted takeover.”

“Well, when you phrase it like that, it sounds really bad.” He placed the gun back on the table. “I honestly just didn’t think of it.”

“Really?” Gavin’s voice dripped with disbelief.

“Really! Trevor and I were kind in the middle of a tiff when I joined the crew, and I was scared of rocking the boat with you guys, and I-” Jeremy cut himself off, anxiety sending his heart rate through the roof, and took a moment to try and calm himself.

“I know I messed up,” he said a moment later, keeping his voice even and his head down, afraid to meet Gavin’s eyes. “I was just so excited to be a part of your crew and didn’t want to mention the others because I was afraid you’d see me as a traitor or something.”

“Still not convinced you aren’t.”

“I- I didn’t want to mention anything, but Trevor didn’t like that and we kinda didn’t talk for a while, and then you guys asked if I knew anyone else good for the crew and things weren’t great with Trevor so I just mentioned Matt, and then he went behind my back and got hired anyway and that didn’t make things any better, and then when we finally patched things up we’d been in the crew for long enough that it felt awkward to say ‘hey, I actually know this person, we’re totally fucking, sorry we pretended to be strangers for about a month’!” Jeremy sighed, wringing his hands. “So… yeah. That’s the truth.”

Gavin drummed his fingers on his knee, watching Jeremy closely, before jumping to his feet and giving a cheery, “Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Yep! I believe you. And I don’t think you’ve got any ulterior motives. So we’re good.” He tilted his head. “But if I find out you’ve lied, I’m gonna sic the Vagabond on you. Battle Buddies or no, I don’t think he’d be too happy to find out someone was conspiring against him again.“ And then Gavin grinned, all teeth, and walked away, firing one last comment over his shoulder, "You better come clean with everyone else!”

Jeremy dropped his head down on the back of the sofa, cursing his own past stupidity and balking at the thought of having to go over that conversation again with every other member of the crew.

That evening, he made his way to Trevor’s room to have a conversation with him about everything. As he was let in he felt himself relax a bit. The far too tidy room with glow in the dark stars painted on the ceiling was as familiar to him as his own, and the sight of Trevor’s smiling face, always so happy to see him, settled something within him.

“What’s up, baby boy?” Trevor asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “You’ve got your serious face on.”

Jeremy cracked a smile, sitting beside him. “My serious face?”

“Mhmm. Last time I saw that was, ooo, five years ago? When you came over to tell me that you’d been doing criminal activities,” Trevor said, wiggling his fingers to try and keep the mood light. “Ah, now that was a fun night!”

Jeremy nodded, a pang of nostalgia shooting through his chest as he remembered the conversation. Sitting beside Trevor on a battered couch instead of a neatly made bed, the strange, cautious look he’d gotten when Jeremy confessed to having done something bad, the ‘Where’s the body?’ he’d said in response in a tone just shy of joking. The nerves rushing through Jeremy’s veins as he told Trevor about his thieving, unsure if this would be the end of their relationship, if he’d leave that apartment with the police on his heels. But the thing he remembered most about that night was him and Trevor exchanging their first ‘I love you’s.

Bolstered by that thought, he entwined his fingers with Trevor’s and said, “I had a pretty intense conversation with Gavin today.”

Trevor sat silently as he told the whole story, nodding here and there and rubbing a gentle thumb over the back of his hand. Before long Jeremy had finished, rounding it off with, “And… I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Don’t worry,” Trevor said, smiling, “I’ll sort this all out.”

It was just a few simple words, but it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from Jeremy’s shoulders. He slumped, a genuine smile reaching his face as he said, “Thanks, Treycs.”

Trevor’s tone shifted to something more playful. “Now, do you want any help with all that tension you’ve been carrying around?”

Jeremy’s smile became a grin as he let himself be pulled down onto the bed. He could worry about everything else tomorrow.

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The next day he was preparing to go on a stakeout with Ryan when Trevor pulled him aside and said, “I’ll handle telling all this lot. I figure Ryan should hear it from you, so take all the time you need out there.”

Jeremy nodded. “Okay, will do.”

Trevor smiled and tossed a quick look over his shoulder, then ducked down to press a kiss to the top of his head before putting his cowboy hat on. “Keep safe.”

“No promises.” Jeremy stole another kiss for good luck and left.

A while later he was sat in the car beside Ryan, working up the courage to confess. However, before he could do so, he found himself once again being confronted.

“Gavin told me about you and Trevor,” was the start of the conversation, sending a chill down Jeremy’s spine.

“Did he?”

“Told me to keep an eye on you.”

“Oh.”

Ryan had his mask on, so it was impossible to tell what his expression was, but his eyes were cold when he looked at Jeremy.

“You want to tell me why I learned about this from Gavin?”

“I… was going to tell you today?”

“How long have you been dating?” he asked in a tone that suggested he already knew, and wasn’t happy with the answer.

Nevertheless, Jeremy said, “Since college.”

“Again, why didn’t you tell me anything?”

Jeremy looked down at his hands, unable to find the words to make this better. Ryan didn’t say anything either, and as the seconds ticked by he felt his heart sink further and further and his stomach twist tighter and tighter. Eventually he forced himself to speak, hoping that he could explain himself well enough to save their friendship, and hopefully not end up with a knife between his ribs.

“Look, I… know I fucked up. I already got an earful from Gavin about crew safety, I just didn’t think it really applied-”

“You think I give a shit about crew safety?”

He blinked and looked up at Ryan, who was definitely glaring at him now. “Uh, I would hope so?”

Ryan snorted, turning to look out the window. After a moment he said softly, “I’m upset because I thought we were friends.”

“Oh.” He paused. “I’m sorry?”

Once again, Ryan didn’t say anything. This time Jeremy didn’t break the silence, turning instead to focus on their actual mission. It was only later, when Ryan reached for the ignition so he could drive them back to the penthouse, that Jeremy said, “I really am sorry.”

“Oh, are you?”

“I didn’t think about how it might upset you. I’m sorry.”

Ryan sighed, taking off his mask to run a hand through his hair. He sat in his chair, head turned away, and Jeremy realised just how tired his friend looked. Eventually, Ryan looked up with a lopsided smile and said, “Okay. Anything else I should know?”

Jeremy shook his head, returning Ryan’s smile as best he could. “I really am sorry.”

Ryan nodded and reached out to pat his shoulder. “I forgive you.”

“Battle Buddies?”

“Battle Buddies.”

Jeremy grinned, relaxing in his seat and making a mental note to get Ryan a few tons of Diet Coke to make up for everything.

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When they got back to the penthouse, Jeremy’s anxiety had returned. Maybe Ryan noticed, because he kept a hand resting on Jeremy’s back as he opened the door. They stepped inside, Jeremy bracing himself.

But nothing happened. Trevor and Alfredo were sat on the couch, trying to sing a song that Jeremy couldn’t recognise, especially since they kept collapsing into giggles. Michael and Lindsay were in the kitchen, the latter stirring what looked like cake batter and the former sneaking bits of it every chance he got. Fiona had taken up the other couch, headphones on as she sharpened a knife. Matt was lying on the floor, watching some kind of video on his phone. Geoff, Gavin, and Jack were nowhere to be seen.

Trevor looked over as the door closed, a bright smile on his face. “Hey guys!” he called, clambering over the back of the couch. “How’d the mission go?”

“Went well,” Ryan answered, hefting a camera. “Got some footage for you guys to look over.”

“Wonderful.” Trevor drew close and threw an arm over Jeremy’s shoulder. Jeremy tensed, eyes darting around the room, but no one seemed to care. “Give it to Gavvy, I don’t think he’s doing much right now.”

“Will do.”

Ryan nodded and left and Jeremy turned to Trevor, stomach still rolling. “So… did it go okay?”

“Yep!” Trevor said, giving Jeremy’s arm a quick squeeze. “Michael was quite upset because he lost a bet with Jack about when we’d get together, but other than that everyone was fine.”

“Oh.” He allowed himself a small smile. “Good.”

“And that means I now get to do this,” Trevor leant in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, “whenever I want.”

His smile grew. “Whenever you want?”

Trevor grinned and started to lean in again, but was cut off by Matt’s groan. “Can you not do that in the main room? I’m way too ace to deal with you two.”

Jeremy blushed as all eyes turned on them. “Sorry, Matt.”

Trevor dropped his hand to grab Jeremy’s wrist, tugging him back towards the door. “Yeah, we’ll just get out of your hair. No one’s going to need us for the next hour or so, right?”

“I guess we’ll just have all the cake without you, then!” Lindsay said with a wicked grin.

Trevor hesitated. “Text us when the cake’s done.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Jeremy looked around the room, noticing Fiona rolling her eyes along with Michael, Alfredo beaming away, and Matt taking a moment to give Jeremy a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before returning to his phone, and felt his own smile return as he realised that everyone really was okay with them. Everything was going to be fine.

#Treremy #fahc au #prompt fill #snippet time #my writing #misc #is treremy the ship name?#this ship was a ton of fun to write about!#i hope you like it #<3 #ryan /

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In Bloom (1/1)

Summary: Trevor doesn't know how Jeremy talked him into aiding him in this lunacy, but he supposes it has something to do with his unique sort of charm.

Notes: Because reasons.

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Trevor doesn't know how Jeremy talked him into aiding him in this lunacy, but he supposes it has something to do with his unique sort of charm.

(Jeremy’s wistful sigh as the prince took yet another potential suitor on a tour of the gardens, and the irony of the situation had been too much to bear as Jeremy was so painfully oblivious about the looks the prince sent his way.)

“Good lord,” Trevor hisses. “Have you put on weight recently?”

Jeremy retaliates by digging the heel of his boot into Trevor’s shoulder as he shifts his weight, insincere apology floating down.

Trevor snorts and takes a careful step to his right to get Jeremy closer to the wall and handholds hidden beneath the delicate ivy clinging to the stonework.

“I’ve got it,” Jeremy whispers,” and Trevor ducks and moves away, fingers brushing against Jeremy’s ankle.

He looks up to watch Jeremy make his way up the wall to disappear through one of the windows and resists the urge to rub at his chest and the sharp pang there at the sight of it. A beat, and then Jeremy leans back out to grin down at him and give a jaunty little wave as thanks and is gone from view in the blink of an eye.

Trevor stares after him a moment longer until the sound of approaching footsteps spurs him into motion. Quick double-step to intercept Alfredo on his way to relieve Trevor of patrolling this section of the castle grounds before he spots Jeremy making his way back out of the prince’s rooms.

He greets Alfredo with a smile and nod of his head, and feels his blood freeze in his veins as his fellow guard cocks his head.

"Did you hear something just now?"

Trevor mirrors him, frowning mightily as though he’s listening hard. Curses Jeremy for being a bumbling fool as the ivy rustles and the soles of his boots scrape against the stone on his way down. The soft thump as he lands on solid ground, surely patting his back for remaining unnoticed yet once again, stupid bastard.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Trevor says, gestures at the trees lining the walls. “An odd sort of squirrel perhaps? Some kind of night bird?”

Alfredo gives him a long look because Jeremy isn’t the only fool involved in this farce.

“Perhaps,” he agrees, and continues on with his patrol with a shake of his head.

Trevor breathes a sigh of relief, grateful that Alfredo is willing to allow them their secret.

He waits until Alfredo is out of view lecture taking form in his head for Jeremy about the importance of taking more care with his late night exploits unless he wants to get caught.

The things we do for love indeed,</i> he thinks ruefully, and hurries on his way to meet with Jeremy.

#jerematt #treremy #trerematt #ragehappy #~pining #~yearning #minecraft au #vagrant fic #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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thedazedyouth · 6 years

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Dependant

No one knew how he managed it, but Jeremy had performed a miracle. He had turned Trevor, flinches when you move too quickly, Trevor, who stitch up his own wounds so no one touches him; into the Trevor that needs touch to calm down, to bring himself out of his head and ground himself back to reality.

Before Jeremy, any time Trevor got hurt they never knew. He was able to downplay every black eye, bruised knuckle and gashed cheek. At his worst, he had broken three ribs during an awry mission and disappeared for a week straight. He claimed he had personal business to take care of, from what the crew knew about his past they knew not to push him on it. For that week he was in his own safe house he’d had since before the crew, he was stuck in bed and barely able to move and every breath hurt. But in his mind that was better than the Fakes trying to take care of him.

Nowadays he rarely hesitates too long to mention he’s bleeding, or he needs stitches, or even that he hit his head and needs a simple ice pack. And each time Trevor was in pain, it was Jeremy rushing over to check his injuries; making sure they weren’t worse than Trevor was letting on and patching him up.

The Fakes knew that it was only Jeremy who could help when Trevor was hurt, the two had an irreplaceable bond they could only dream of replicating. This was proven once when Jack had reached to wrap Trevor’s split knuckle; only to have Trevor flinch so hard back there was a dent in the wall from his head being thrown backwards.

Jack immediately stepped back and waited for Jeremy to get back before trying to help again.

Major injuries were rare, most battle wounds were scraps. It put Trevor’s progress in a better light.

One heist just had to go horribly wrong.

A bullet to his thigh and a bullet to his shoulder sent Trevor down. Geoff was able to drag him to their getaway car, where Jack had already met them. He sent them back to the penthouse; and above Trevor’s inchorent objections, told him he wasn’t going to bleed out in the middle of a gunfight with the cops, and especially not in his favourite car. Jack had them both back to the penthouse, lost a stray cop car and hauled Trevor inside the apartment.

Gavin had stayed back at the penthouse, they needed their hacker somewhere with no interferences to do his job. Jack had called ahead to warn him about the incoming Trevor.

A wooden table had been cleared and the Fake’s mediocre medical supplies were set up next to it when Jack had hauled Trevor inside, the man still protesting. After a brief examination of one of the wounds, Jack realized there was still a bullet lodged in Trevor’s left thigh.

Gavin grimaced as he held Trevor down, while also applying pressure to the second gunshot which had fortunately gone straight through. Jack quickly cleaned the wound and knife, before using the knife to dig the bullet out.

Gavin whispered his apologises to Trevor as he pushed his shoulders down.

Trevor’s screams were muffled as Gavin rushed to place a rag into his mouth, pushing harder onto his shoulders.

Jack cursed under her breath, and pulled the knife out of his leg.

“I can’t find it. This is normally Ryan’s job,” she said.

As if on queue Ryan, Geoff, and a panting Michael close behind trudged into the apartment.

Ryan understood the scene in front of him instantly, he hurried over and took the knife from Jack’s hand. No one questioned the way Ryan acted like he could do this blindfolded but just took their own roles.

Michael and Jack took to helping Gavin hold Trevor down, he had started squirming and pulling away at the onset of people. Although Trevor was scrawny he could put up a fight, with the rush of adrenaline pumping through his body and his survival instincts flipped to flight, the three could barely keep him down.

“Keep still,” Ryan hissed, knowing if he kept moving the chances of Ryan cutting an artery were high.

Trevor knew what needed to be done, having done it to himself and other countless times; and he knew Ryan would make it as painless as possible. He just need to lay down.

But he couldn’t.

His body was desperate to escape and it wasn’t listening to reasoning.

Maybe he could get the bullet out by himself, he was fine. He didn’t need all these people touching him. They didn't have to be doing this. He was fine. If they would just let go.

A quiet whine was muffled from the rag still stuck in his mouth.

Then something snapped

Whether it was panic, or blood loss but every tense muscle locked up; a frozen terror, lack of energy or a hysterical acceptance like trance. Most likely all of the above. Whatever it was trapped him inside his mind. Trevor couldn’t even tremble as his body froze.

Ryan couldn’t care, he saw his chance and had gotten the bullet out in seconds. He stepped back to let Jack deal with the blood. Wishing that Jack’s gentle touch would calm Trevor.

He stood next to Geoff, who had stayed still through the whole thing. Ryan noticed his knuckles had turned white as he gripped tightly onto his phone.

“Jeremy had to lose the cops. They blew out a tire and he had to fight them off. He’s fine, he’s on his way now,” Geoff explained, never taking his eyes off Trevor.

Trevor had given up fighting, even as every part of him was screaming to run as Jack and Gavin stitched him up. Michael stood to the side, unsure if he would have to hold Trevor down again. But he just laid there. His usually bright eyes were empty and glued to the ceiling above him.

They should be grateful he had stopped writhing around, but somehow this was more heartbreaking.

Trevor was always so lively, laughing and chatting away. And he was so brilliant, probably the smartest out of all of them. He got them out of more messes than they could remember, he could keep the peace when their hot tempers got in the way.

But seeing him so empty and stiff was agonizing.

Even after he was patched up he didn’t move. If it wasn’t for his chest moving up and down they would have assumed he was dead.

He stayed there for another thirty minutes.

Jeremy arrived with a bang. He almost broke the door down when he burst into the penthouse, unkempt with wide and wild eyes. They connected with the zombie version of Trevor laying lifeless and was at his side in seconds.

Jeremy used his softest voice to whisper a small, “Trevor?” A gentle hand was tenderly placed on Trevor’s hand, ready to pull back at the slightest flinch.

The rest of the crew pretended not to watch as Trevor slowly rolled his head, his and Jeremy’s eyes locked before a tear trickled down Trevor’s cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Jeremy muttered.

Trevor sat up at few minutes later, refused any painkillers and rushed to lock himself in his room.

The crew could only stand around and gape at each other. Jeremy stayed at the table, staring at the blood staining the wood, one hand resting in the dried blood.

Nobody saw Trevor for the next few days, if they heard his door creak open in the early hours of the morning they made sure to stay in their own rooms until his door closed again.

Jeremy’s room was right next to Trevor’s, so when Trevor woke up screaming one night, Jeremy was knocking down his door.

Trevor had curled into the corner of his bed, shaking so hard even Jeremy could see it in the darkness.

Jeremy was at his side in an instant, one arm around his shoulder and trying to calm him down the best he could. It was difficult though, trying to speak over Trevor’s desperate crying.

“No, stop! Help! Someone please help me! God, please stop.”

“Trevor, it’s okay. Hey, hey, look at me, look at me. I’m not going to hurt you, Trev. It’s okay, you’re safe. Please, Trevor, listen to me.” Jeremy was gripping both his shoulders now, shaking them when Trevor tried turning away.

Eventually Trevor stopped screaming. He looked puzzled at Jeremy, but finally his blurry eyes cleared as he was brought back to reality and recognised the face before him.

“Jeremy?” Trevor whispered, tears beginning to roll down his flushed cheeks.

“I’m here,” he confirmed. “I’m here.”

Trevor collapsed into Jeremy’s chest, his lanky arms wrapping the whole of Jeremy’s body and his head buried into Jeremy’s shoulder.

Jeremy hugged him back, rubbing gentle circles into Trevor’s back. “It’s okay, I’m here. No one’s ever going to hurt you, I promise.”

#achievement hunter #fahc #trevor collins #jeremy dooley #geoff ramsey #jack pattillo #michael jones #gavin free #ryan haywood #fake achievement hunter crew #treremy

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nilesmoon · 6 years

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look! at! his! beautiful! smile!

also that Look™ he shares with jeremy killed me

#achievement hunter #awhu #ah #trevor collins #jeremy dooley #treremy #because wow what a fond loving look from jeremy #i will never recover from this #photo #mine

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rhdcarts · 6 years

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Jeremy and Trevor seeing eachother jamming to the same song and both of them dueting in dance moves!! ~ splodey-painter

GOOD CONTENT OP

#splodey painter #hc #treremy #ragehappy

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trevorcollins-appreciation-squad · 7 years

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Shall we smile at each other so Tumblr will be all over it - Jeremy

#Trevor Collins appreciation squad #Trevor Collins #Jeremy Dooley #Treremy #?#Doolins #??#I forget #I think I'm getting better at editing but I don't know

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alittlebitofeverything579 · 3 years

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A Wind Alive in The Valley

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by A_Little_Bit_of_Everything

When his kingdom is overthrown and his parents killed, Prince Michael Jones of Predora must gather an army to take back his kingdom. He has lost so much and must be careful of who he trusts on his journey to take his rightful place on the throne. The new king, Raphael, has power beyond what anyone has seen before. It will take a miracle for them to defeat him. But they may just be able to do it.

Words: 4937, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Michael Jones, Gavin Free, Jeremy Dooley, Geoff Ramsey, Jack Pattillo, Matt Bragg, Alfredo Diaz, Fiona Nova, Lindsay Tuggey Jones, Trevor Collins, Original Characters

Relationships: Matt Bragg/Gavin Free, Lindsay Tuggey Jones/Fiona Nova, Alfredo Diaz/Michael Jones, Jack Pattillo/Geoff Ramsey, Trevor Collins/Jeremy Dooley

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Revolution, Character Death, Violence, Alternate Universe - Minecraft, Magic, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, War, Michael and Lindsay Are Betrothed, But Are Just Bros, Bro-trothed If You Will, King!Michael Jones, Rogue!Gavin Free, Mage!Jeremy Dooley, Farmer!Geoff Ramsey, Blacksmith!Jack Pattillo, Royal Messenger!Matt Bragg, King!Alfredo Diaz, Knight!Fiona Nova, Princess!Lindsay Tuggey Jones, Royal Consult!Trevor Collins, They/Them Lindsay Tuggey Jones, Nonbinary Character

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everamazingfe · 3 years

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You Can Ride On My Rocket 69 - Chapter Eleven

A Song About Memories

Chapter Summary: Jeremy remembers something he immediately wishes he could forget about all over again. Trevor gains a memory he never wants to forget. This chapter's song is "Happy Times" by Bob Crosby.

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Words in this chapter: 4817 Pairings: Jeremy/Trevor, Michael/Gavin/Lindsay, Jeremy/Matt Warnings for this chapter: Minor violence, references to Ian

Notes: There’s a link to the first chapter of this fic as the source of this post! Click it to go read this fic over on A O 3, or you can search up the title or ‘everamazingfe’ on the site! Also, I still need to go back and edit chapter 10, however I have made the decision to change Detective Nick Valentine into Geoff for this fic.

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Convincing Jeremy to leave the Third Rail and actually go to the Memory Den was a hell of an undertaking, even though he had only had a single drink. He simply did not want to relive any parts of his past, and he wasn’t sure that there was anything *to remember while he was on ice. As far as he was concerned, it was the longest shot in the world, and his aim had never been that good. But the bar eventually had to open up, and the crowd began to file in for Lindsay’s show. He could no longer sit in quiet contemplation as Trevor talked to the trio, so decided to finally listen to the man’s pleading and go. Ultimately, what choice did he have? If he couldn’t remember anything else, Geoff wouldn’t be able to help him and he’d just be back at square one.

“I’m really not sure how I feel about this, Trev.” They were standing inside the entry hall of the Memory Den now, and even in the dim mood lighting Jeremy looked visibly nervous. His hands shook and he was starting to draw blood from how hard he was biting his lip.

“I know. I’m not sure I feel that good about it either, but… What else is there to do?” Trevor asked, leaning back against the wall as he looked over at the other. He was sympathetic, he certainly wouldn’t want to go reliving his own past either, but this had all been Jeremy’s idea in the first place. What had been the point of it all if it just amounted to nothing? “If we learn anything, we’ll know where to go from here.”

Jeremy scoffed quietly, shaking his head. “Where we’ll go is back out into the wastes for days and days of wandering.” That’s all this journey had been so far, and it was wearing Jeremy out. His eyes were gaunt and dark from a lack of restful sleep, and his body ached all over. Trevor wasn’t in much better condition either, even after his week of rest. He could just tell that he was starting to get tired of all of this, and honestly he couldn’t blame him for it. “Okay, you know what? I’ll do this, on one condition.”

Trevor frowned, crossing his arms as he looked down at Jeremy. “What’s that?”

“You do it too.”

The suggestion made Trevor’s frown turn into open-mouthed surprise, and he looked downright offended by the suggestion. “Absolutely not!”

“Then I guess I’m not doing it,” Jeremy said after a moment of contemplation, seemingly unbothered, but Trevor was less than pleased.

“Why should I have to? I’m not looking for anyone, he’s your husband, and I don’t have some cushy pre-war life to look back on.” Trevor was a child of the wasteland, born and raised in a world that had actively tried to take him out of it from day one. He didn’t have any happy memories to remember, and he made sure to let Jeremy know it. The rant continued for several moments before he was interrupted, cut off by Jeremy turning away and walking down the hall. “Where are you going?”

He paused, letting Trevor catch up to him before speaking quietly. “I was only fucking with you. I wasn’t actually going to make you do it.” It was a poorly executed joke, he should have known that the past was a sore subject for him.

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“I don’t know, I just-... You know what? Nevermind, it was stupid. It was a stupid joke.” He paused and took a few breaths, counting to ten. “I’m sorry. Let’s just get this over with so we can get the fuck out of here.”

“Finally, a plan I can get on board with.”

They turned the corner into the Memory Den proper together, surprised to see Geoff already there, speaking to a woman lounging luxuriously on a couch in the back of the room. Her dress was beautiful and clean, something that was rare these days. It came in stark contrast to Geoff’s dingy and tattered trench coat. She waved as they approached, the detective turning to face them as she acknowledged their presence.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in. Geoff here was just telling me all about you two.” Her eyes scanned Jeremy up and down, and she let out a soft laugh at the way he squirmed. “I was most interested to hear about you, though.” Her voice was sultry and sweet, but she had no interest in seducing anyone into anything but sitting in one of her chairs.

It was Geoff’s turn to wave her off now, hissing a quiet, “Knock it off,” before clearing his throat. “It’s about time you two showed up, what kept you for so long?” he asked, trying to hide his displeasure, but it was hard to do. Early models of synths didn’t have a great handle on hiding their feelings like humans did, they weren’t quite that advanced yet. When they felt something, it showed, and seeing Geoff look so displeased made both Jeremy and Trevor hang their heads in shame.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you were gonna be here, it kinda seemed like I was on my own until I could remember more about what happened. Plus, I stopped at the Rail to pick up Trevor, and you know how Gavin likes to talk.” The beady and bright eyes of the synth made it very easy to feel like Geoff could see right through his story, like he could just tell that that wasn’t all of it. “And I was uh… I was having some doubts,” Jeremy confessed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he turned his gaze to the floor.

“Doubts?”

“Like… What if I can’t remember anything? What if this was just a big waste of time?”

The woman behind Geoff laughed again as she stood, approaching Jeremy with swaying hips and tipping his chin up to make him meet her eyes. “With the amount of caps I’m paying her, Dr. Amari better be able to make you remember something. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” She patted his cheek. “You’ll find her downstairs, Geoff’ll show you the way and make the introduction.”

“Yeah, c’mon boys. Let’s leave Irma to her very important work of watching over empty loungers. We’ve got a man to find.” He walked off before the woman could retort, Jeremy and Trevor hurrying to follow.

The basement wasn’t nearly as posh as the main area, furnished with some big computer equipment along the walls and two loungers in the middle of the room. There were some items that made it look like a sort of living area, a bathtub that seemed out of place and a couch held up by burned books, but ultimately it was dingy and dank. Dr. Amari herself was standing at a terminal in the back of the room, looking very professional in a lab coat and slacks, and too focused on her work to even notice them until Geoff started to speak.

“Amari, I’ve got two new clients for you, but this one,” he paused and clapped a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder, “Is gonna be a tough nut to crack.”

“Oh? Is he now? Please, the two of you, have a seat.” Dr. Amari motioned to the pair of loungers, but Trevor just shook his head quickly, hiding himself behind Geoff. Jeremy himself wasn’t as resistant, walking over to one of the open chairs and walking circles around it to inspect it. Unsurprisingly, he couldn’t figure out how it worked, but it looked complex. “Do you not want to?”

“Uh, no, not really,” he answered, following behind Geoff as he moved towards the couch. He sat down next to the synth, hands folded in his lap and eyes on the pods. “Remembering the past… It’s not really my thing.”

Dr. Amari frowned, but nodded in understanding. “It’s not for everyone. Remembering can be painful, if you have things you’d prefer to leave buried.” She was used to stumbling across rather surprising and upsetting memories, it came with the territory of poking around in people’s heads. But if someone didn’t want those memories to be stumbled upon in the first place, who was she to argue?

Jeremy gave Trevor a quick smile after he gave up on his inspection of the pods, taking a seat in one of the loungers. The seat was old and worn in from many people sitting in that same position, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Still, he didn’t know what the remembering process itself was going to be like. “This isn’t going to hurt at all, right?”

She chuckled, shaking her head as she began to tap at the keyboard. “No, not at all. You won’t feel anything. Maybe a slight headache, I am probing around in your brain after all, but no worse than a mild hangover. It will fade fast.” With that, the hydraulics hissed and the cover to the pod shut overtop of Jeremy. There was a small television in front of his face showing the ‘please stand by’ symbol that lingered on every channel now, and every sound that came from outside the chamber sounded muffled. Trevor was speaking to Geoff, he could see their lips moving, but he couldn’t make out what was being said. The only voice that came through clearly was Dr. Amari’s, and that was only because she had a mic that broadcast right into the chamber. “How are you feeling?”

Jeremy shifted a little, uncomfortable as he looked out of the chamber at her. “A little cramped… I didn’t know this was part of it.” It reminded him too much of the cryopods, and he’d just never been a fan of tight, enclosed spaces in general. At least he had hope that he would come out from the other side of this having found some answers, though. “I didn’t think it would close like this, I sorta hoped it was just… Not part of it.”

Geoff said something and Trevor laughed, but Dr. Amari cut them a look that had both of them shutting up. “I apologize. I did not realize that you would be claustrophobic, but that should not matter soon.”

Before he could even ask what that meant, Jeremy’s vision was filled with a white light. It was so blindingly bright that he thought it should hurt, but it didn’t. It was just like if he’d closed his eyes, but instead of black, the back of his eyelids were pure white. When his vision cleared again, he was inside Vault 111.

“Can you hear me?” Dr. Amari’s voice seemingly came from all around him, and he turned around to search for her. “Ah, good. You can. The simulation seems to be stable, but the memories are quite fragmentary. This is the best I could do. Geoff told me what to look for, it only took a little digging. We got lucky with this one.” It felt weird and disorienting to be seeing a memory he hadn’t even known that he had, and Jeremy was certain that when he came out of this he would be feeling a lot worse than if he just had a hangover. “You weren’t awake for long, and the failure of your life support made certain that your conscious mind could not remember it, but your subconscious? There was quite a bit to find in there. You are very lucky.”

He could see the pods, he could see himself and his husband inside of them, but most importantly, he could see a trio of people standing in front of his husband’s cryopod. “What the fuck?” There were two people, presumably scientists, dressed in lab coats and other protective gear. One of them was a woman, the other a man. There was another man as well, who wasn’t dressed like the two scientists he had with him. He wore something akin to raider leathers and was bald, like Jeremy. The most distinct feature was a scar across his left eye, clear as day. Over the speakers, Jeremy could just barely hear Geoff say, “That’s Kellogg,” but he was far too focused on the man himself for his ears to properly register it.

The man, Kellogg, pointed at the pod that Jeremy knew held his husband. “This is the one, here. Open it.” The scientists didn’t hesitate in following their orders, the man hitting the manual override as the other got ready for... something. Jeremy couldn’t quite tell what she was doing.

As the pod opened, the man inside coughed as he came back to life. But as one pod thawed, so did some of the others. “Is it over?” he asked, gruff and confused. Hearing his husband’s voice knocked the air right out of Jeremy’s chest. He hadn’t heard it in so long. “Are we okay?” The man stepped out from the pod slowly, and Jeremy could only stare. It really was him, probably in the last moments he was alive. His hair was still as long as the day they’d gone into the pods though the colorful streaks of dye had long faded, and his glasses fogged up from the sudden temperature change causing him to squint behind the glass. His beard had small icicles hanging from it, but they quickly began to thaw and drip water down the front of the vault suit.

The woman smiled kindly, offering a hand of help out to him. “Almost, everything’s going to be fine.”

“Come with us,” Kellogg ordered, his voice considerably less kind than hers. He sounded annoyed and impatient, though he had only just arrived in the vault.

“What? No, I’m not leaving. I can’t go.” The man looked at the pod across from him in panic, where Jeremy remained in stasis, frozen solid. Or so he thought. “I can’t leave without Jeremy.”

“You don’t really get a choice in that. Now, come with us.” Kellogg spoke as the other scientist reached out, her hand of assistance now firmly on his arm to start pulling him away from the pod despite the insistent protests that only grew louder. “We’re only gonna tell you once.”

“And I’m only going to tell you once. I. Am. Not. Going. With. You.”

There was no verbal retort from Kellogg, he instead only huffed in frustration before he hit the man over the head with a stun baton. He crumpled in an instant, knocked out cold and bleeding from the impact. Luckily, the scientists managed to catch him before he hit the floor, but only just.

“Let’s go,” the one said, glaring at Kellogg as he adjusted his hold to help support his weight. “At least we have a backup in case you hit him too hard. We weren’t supposed to hurt him, you know.”

Kellogg only shrugged, turning around now to look at Jeremy that was still in the pod. “Doesn’t matter now. Like you said, at least we have a backup. Let’s get out of here. And when’s that other team coming in?”

“You might as well be one of them, god.” They both cast him looks of disgust before turning, slowly making their way from the cryo-room with the unconscious man in tow.

The scientists were no longer paying any mind to Kellogg, but he didn’t seem to care. He was just as done with them as they were with him. His eyes were also no longer on the empty pod, instead he’d turned around to look at the one across the way. “You… You’re going to come in handy someday, I’m sure. Or you’ll just be another thorn in my side.” He tapped on the glass with the stun baton, tilting his head to meet Jeremy’s eyes. “Let’s make sure you go back to sleep, shall we?”

The robotic voice saying ‘Cryogenic sequence re-initialized’ echoed loudly in Jeremy’s head, and he closed his eyes and covered his ears to try blocking the sound of the pod re-freezing out, though it was unsuccessful. The sounds weren’t really coming from around him, they were coming from inside of his head.

“That’s the end of the memory. But… Wait, there’s something else here.” Dr. Amari spoke now, and when he opened his eyes back up, he was still in the vault.

There were two scientists at his husband’s pod again, but instead of opening it up to take him out, they were now putting him back in. But he knew now that it wasn’t him. It was a decoy. A fake to convince anyone who came searching that he was still in there.

That same robotic voice came over the loudspeakers again as the pod sealed back up, but it wasn’t saying the same thing. This time, it was saying ‘Critical failure in cryogenic array. All vault residents must vacate immediately.”

Jeremy watched as the two scientists looked at each other in confusion, about to write off the announcement as just another piece of vault weirdness, until the pod behind them hissed and clunked as it began to open up.

“That… That wasn’t supposed to happen, he told us everyone in this vault was dead!” the one said, watching as a cloud of fog covered the floor, the ice hitting the warm air of the vault and instantly thawing much faster than anticipated. She looked to the other in fear, trying to figure out what to do, but this was the only pod that was opening.

“They are,” the other one hissed, busting the manual controls to ensure that the now sealed pod could never be reopened. It didn’t take him too long to regret his words though, as Jeremy fell forward onto the floor, barely able to catch himself in time before his face hit the concrete. He coughed and heaved, lungs suddenly filling with air and every system in his body forced to jump-start all at once. “Shit, go, go!” He grabbed the arm of the other scientist, all but dragging her out of there before Jeremy could get his bearings and stand up.

“Get me out of here,” the real Jeremy said, his voice strained as he fought back tears. “Doctor, please… Get me out of here.” Trying to process everything that he’d just seen, the truth of everything that had happened in the vault to him, to his husband, but he didn’t feel any better for knowing it. Instead, he just felt worse.

“Are you sure? If there’s something else you’d like to see-”

“Get me out!”

“Amari, please. Just get him out of there.” Trevor’s voice was in his ear now, and he sounded concerned. Scared, even. It made Jeremy’s heart ache as much as his head.

Outside of Jeremy’s brain and outside of the memory chamber, the three of them had been watching the memories unfold through his eyes on Amari’s terminal screen. Geoff had a notepad out and had been jotting down thoughts and observations on the whole ordeal, unphased by Kellogg’s cruelty, but Trevor was quite the opposite. He was in a similar boat as Jeremy, unable to process what he’d just seen but knowing that it made him uneasy. He bit his nails as he listened to keys clacking on the keyboard beneath Amari’s nails, eyes fixed on Jeremy's face to make sure he would actually wake up. The second the pod was open and Jeremy could sit up, Trevor all but launched himself at the other, wrapping his arms around him. Jeremy was in no shape to push him away, just clinging to him and hiding his face as his body began to tremble.

“That was… That was horrible,” Trevor whispered, hugging him tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

Jeremy just laughed, but it was dry and without any humor. “Yeah, I… I wish I didn’t remember now.” He lifted his head to look at Geoff, who was still jotting down notes. “Did you find out everything you needed?”

“More than,” Geoff said, flipping his notepad shut and meeting Jeremy’s tear-filled eyes with a smile. “I know exactly what our next step is. Kellogg, he used to own a house back in Diamond City. It’s been abandoned for a while now, but… I think if we can get ourselves in there, we can figure out where he went.”

Trevor stood up then with a soft huff, offering a hand to Jeremy to help him stand as well, pulling him close once they both had. “Doubt it. It’s probably been picked clean by Crazy Myrna by now,” he muttered, “She’s always looking for stuff to sell.”

“Maybe so, but I know he had someone with him when he stayed there that fits the bill of the missing husband. Pretty tall, long hair… Most guys tend to keep it cropped pretty short these days, and no one that tall has come through the city in a long time.” Geoff laughed quietly. “Trust me, it’s always a spectacle when they do. I’ll meet you back there. You two… You two take your time. I’ll talk to security, make sure someone gets stationed there to keep Myrna, and everyone else, out until we can get a look.” He waved at the three of them and thanked Dr. Amari before heading out.

Diamond City wasn’t exactly far from Goodneighbor, but Jeremy felt like garbage after all of that, and he was sure that Trevor wasn’t exactly up for the journey after all of that either. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed, or maybe get another few drinks at the Third Rail. He couldn’t make up his mind, so he settled on both. “I’m gonna go get us a room at the Rex, can you go get us a few bottles to go from Gav?” he asked, fishing a small pouch of caps from his armor and offering it to Trevor, who swiped it from him without hesitation. They both could use a few drinks.

“Gladly.”

---------------------------------------------------

They were several beers in each before they decided to call it quits, pocketing the caps and dropping the empty bottles to the floor to join their discarded armor with satisfying clinks. Jeremy wasn’t really feeling much better, his head was still swimming and now his stomach was churning from the alcohol, but at least it was harder to focus on the day’s events and on the newly uncovered memories. And Trevor was definitely having a good time, singing along to the songs on the radio that he knew every beat of by heart. He could’ve listened to that forever without complaint, elbow resting on his knee and chin on his hand as he sat cross-legged on the creaky old bed, eyes closed as he listened to him.

“Hey Trevor?” he asked softly, opening his eyes slowly. The singing stopped, and Jeremy almost felt bad for interrupting it, but he felt like he had to say what he had on his mind. “I know… I know I was kind of a dick when we first met, and even earlier today, and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay-”

“No, it’s not. It’s not okay. You said before that you have no happy memories, that you have nothing you want to remember, and… And I’ve definitely contributed to that, but I also want to change that. Everyone deserves happy memories.”

Trevor smiled softly, though the words would have been a lot more endearing if they weren’t half-slurred together. But Geoff had always taught him that it was the thought that counts. “What’s your happiest memory, then? I gotta know what to strive for here.”

“My happiest memory? Shit, I don’t know. Probably… Probably my first kiss? It happened later than it should’ve, not ‘til I met my husband and I was *old by then. Not as old as I am now, but… Older than most people have their first kiss. And he was a real shit kisser at the start too, but… It was still sweet.” Jeremy smiled fondly as he thought about it, swaying back and forth from the good feelings it filled him with. “Pretty much any memory I’ve got with him is my happiest… ‘Til the end, at least.”

He nodded slowly, letting out a soft sigh. “Should’ve seen that coming. Dunno why I even asked.”

That made Jeremy frown. Trevor never seemed to like it when he talked about his husband like that, but it wasn’t like he was going to stop. His life pre-war was still something near and dear to his heart. “You’ll have that too, one day.”

“Doubt it. Best I can do so far is Ian, and… He’s not really a catch,” he muttered, huffing as he laid down on the bed. It groaned under the shift in weight, and the pillow smelled musty beneath his head. It was a miracle this place didn’t have bed bugs. “But it’s fine, you know? Not like the wastes are meant for finding love. If you make it past twenty without getting bit in half by a Deathclaw or beat down by raiders, you’re doing pretty good. And I think I’m doing pretty good.”

“People aren’t meant to just do ‘pretty good’ though. You can’t survive off of just ‘pretty good.’”

“Can’t I, though?” Trevor asked, propping himself up on an elbow to meet Jeremy’s eyes. “I’m doing fine. I don’t need some pre-war ghoul telling me how I should live my life. Things are different now, Jeremy. If someone’s doing ‘pretty good,’ it means they’re a hell of a lot better than everyone else.”

They stared each other down for a few minutes, the tension building until Jeremy was the first to look away, reaching down to the floor and grab one last beer. He popped the cap, holding it out for Trevor. “I’m sorry.” The peace offering was rejected, and Jeremy just tucked it into his own pocket instead. “But I still meant what I said. Everyone deserves happy memories, even you.”

“Maybe. But saying that won’t magically give me any.”

Doing and saying stupid things while he was drinking was a staple of Jeremy’s personality, whatever thought processes that made him only do slightly dumb things while he was sober seemed to disintegrate after a few beers. After four in quick succession, it was just gone entirely. So maybe that was why he set the bottle aside and leaned in, a rough and calloused hand cupping Trevor’s cheek oh so gently as he leaned in and pressed their lips together in the softest kiss he could muster. It lasted for only a moment before he pulled away, smirking a little. “Won’t it, though?”

“God, Jeremy, just… Shut up,” Trevor stammered, sitting up fully now and leaning in to kiss him again. He let his eyes slip shut as Jeremy held his face with both hands, not to forcefully keep him in the kiss but to just hold him, to give him the soft and loving touch that he didn’t even know he’d needed as badly as he did.

The kiss lasted for quite a while, but it didn’t go further than that. Neither of them wanted, or needed, more than that. Trevor got his happy memory, Jeremy got the satisfaction of knowing the other man now had at least one to look back on, and they both got the affection that they’d desperately craved.

“We should get some sleep,” Jeremy whispered, his forehead against Trevor’s as he reluctantly broke the kiss. He could feel the other’s breath fanning over his face and could see that his cheeks were now bright red, and he was sure that his own were the same way. “C’mon,” he urged gently, moving to lay down and guiding Trevor to lay down with him.

Trevor was practically in a daze, his mind had begun to shut down as he waited for the kiss to turn forceful and for the other to start pushing him for more, but it never came. Jeremy was nothing but gentle, even as he made him lay down, and they shared a few more sweet kisses before agreeing that it was time to get some sleep. Jeremy’s arms wrapped around the other securely, holding him close and making him feel safe, and Trevor had an arm slung over Jeremy’s middle, face tucked into his chest. It was, hands down, the best sleep either of them had gotten in a long time, the bags under their eyes receding and bodies aching a lot less than they had the night before. Neither of them would acknowledge the other’s reluctance to move away in the morning either, because they both just wanted to stay put. They’d needed this. Better yet, they’d earned it.

“Geoff’s just gonna have to deal with us showing up late again.”

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