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💙💞Survivor: bonus scene💞💙
Read Survivor on AO3, my cop au where Quaritch is a high ranking police officer who finally works out the street kid he's had multiple run-ins with is his son.
For everyone who wanted a scene from Quaritch's point of view! Here's the moment he worked out Spider is his ✨ (I changed it from the main story so that Spider told the precinct his full name the last time he was arrested, instead of telling the hospital the day Q found him. It's not a huge change, just run with it).
It was grey, blustery Thursday morning in downtown St Mark’s, the wind whipping against the windscreen of the PD’s Ford Explorer as Miles Quaritch patrolled down another empty street. At 6am, no one was out yet. The world was quiet apart from himself and his partner sitting in the passenger seat.
“She was a beauty,” Lyle Wainfleet reminisced, vastly overestimating how much Miles actually cared. “That was the one that got away, I’m telling you.”
“Is that so?”
“I should message her again.”
Quaritch rolled his eyes without looking at his partner. He’d known Lyle for a long time and there was no one more reliable he’d rather be on shift with. However, their differing attitudes towards Lyle’s hunt for a woman was sometimes a point of contention between them. “Should you now?”
“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
“It seems to me she made her feelings pretty clear.”
“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine today? Come on, Colonel, I’m trying not to get my heart broken, here!”
Miles shrugged, surveying the bleak street ahead of them. It had been an uneventful night shift, which is exactly the kind that Miles should have hoped for. However, he couldn’t deny that a huge part of him still missed the action and danger of the marines. Rain had just started to spit from the overcast sky, forcing him to turn on the wipers. This part of town was known for its drug involvement, most of which Miles himself had uncovered. Now though, the street was empty, not a single sign of life in the dawn light. There was nothing amiss here.
“You wanna get a coffee?” Lyle’s bored voice drifted over from the passenger seat. He’d already switched off for the shift.
Miles sighed, thinking they may as well, but then he saw it. A shapeless lump on the floor in one of the archways that lined the shopfronts. “Hold up,” he said. “Let’s deal with this first.”
Unfortunately, the homeless were nothing new to the pair. They had time to check one more over. Miles pulled the car over to the curb, gently bringing it to a stop a few feet away from the sleeping figure. Now that they were closer, the Colonel could make out that it was someone small, maybe young, but their face was hidden in the concrete. Miles frowned as he realised that the person wasn’t huddled up in a blanket or sleeping bag like usual, but instead they were lying almost completely exposed to the wind and the cold, limp and seemingly lifeless.
“Oh, shit,” Lyle articulated as he too clocked that this could be something serious.
Without wasting time, Miles opened the door and cautiously approached where the person lay. “Hello, there,” he called loudly, as per protocol. “Are you alright?”
As he knew there wouldn’t be, there came no response. Lyle joined him and they stepped closer, Miles’s heart thudding at the expectation of finding a body. Since joining the police force, it had happened once before to Miles. It was nothing like the death he’d seen in the warzone, but it was almost… sadder. These people had nobody with them, no one waiting for them at home and possibly no one that would miss them when they went. At least there was honour in dying in combat.
He grasped the young person’s upper arm and shook firmly. “Hello? This is the police, do you need help?” In doing so, he finally caught sight of the person’s face. It was a teenager - and one he recognised at that. The boy had a young face, dirty blonde curls that covered most of his head and a peaceful expression that remained unresponsive. He remembered the teen from a couple of run-ins they’d had over the past few months. Once for underage drinking and then again for stealing. He was a runaway foster kid, barely sixteen if he remembered correctly. “Shit,” he murmured, a pang of something anxious striking his insides at the thought that he’d had the chance to help this boy and he might now be dead. “We know this kid. Wake up!” He pulled the boy by his arm and the teenager rolled over limply, completely out of it. His lips were blue and there was dried vomit on the side of his face. Ignoring the smell, Miles put his ear to the boy’s mouth, checking for breathing. He couldn’t see or hear anything for several torturous seconds. Lyle was already radioing for an ambulance.
Suddenly, a gurgled cough escaped the boy’s lips. “There, we go,” Miles murmured, trying to rub the kid’s back as he racked his brains for the alias the kid had given them. “Can you wake up, kid? It’s the police, we’re gonna get you some help.”
He knew the boy couldn’t hear him, but he kept speaking anyway. Once he was confident the kid was taking semi-regular breaths, he cast around the scene for the drugs packet he knew he’d find somewhere. “Here,” he said, handing the tiny bag to Lyle, who got the drugs kit out. A few seconds later, they had their answer. “Cocaine,” Lyle confirmed. “Isn’t this the kid we picked up a while back for stealing?”
“That’s the one.” The boy was cold to the touch. “What’s the ETA?”
“Four minutes,” Lyle responded. “There’s a camera up there. That could be interesting,” he nodded towards the CCTV placed not too far away. It was pointing in their direction and would have covered the boy while he slept.
Miles nodded, pulling the boy’s thin blanket over his frame while they waited for the ambulance to arrive. “Kid, can you wake up? You’re in a bit of a rough state.” He raised his voice as if he was speaking to someone who was deaf. “Kid? Can you hear me? Try and wake up.”
He could tell he’d broken through by the wince in the boy’s features, his body seeming to spasm for a moment before his chest heaved and vomit spluttered from his mouth.
“Easy, tiger…” He rubbed the kid’s shoulders, making sure he was on his side. “At least he’s alive,” he glanced up at Lyle.
Eventually, the ambulance arrived with flashing lights. It couldn’t have come soon enough, as far as Miles was concerned. Every second felt like the kid was slipping further away from them. “What’s happening, then?” a kind woman with brown hair asked as she and another paramedic hurried over, bags over their shoulders.
“Sixteen year old boy, found unresponsive. Cocaine on his person.”
“Okay,” the paramedic nodded her understanding. “My name’s Janine, this is Sarah. We’ll get him on board as soon as we can. Do you have a name?”
“Spider.” It came to Miles like a flash of lightning, the strange nickname finally illuminated in his brain. “We’ve met before.”
“Spider?” Janine asked, taking Miles’s place at Spider’s side. “Can you hear me? We’re here to help you. I’m just going to put this Pulse Ox on your finger…”
Miles stepped back to allow the medics to assess Spider. He was a marine, he was used to chaos and stressful situations, normally the picture of calm as he navigated the safest and most efficient way back to safety. But he had to admit this one had thrown him. He was glad that someone else was here to take charge because his concern for Spider was growing by the minute. It somehow felt like his fault the boy had ended up here, and he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. As he watched them work, it struck him that he felt responsible.
Which was ridiculous, of course. This wasn’t his responsibility in the slightest. He’d done his job the previous times they’d met. He’d tried to help the kid as much as he could. But something deep inside was nagging at him. It wasn’t enough.
He didn’t like it. He looked at Lyle, hoping for one of his usual unfunny quips to take his mind off the feeling. His partner was speaking to the other medic and it was all Miles could do to help Janine heave Spider off the cold concrete.
“Get off me!” Spider suddenly burst out, surprising everyone. His eyes were still closed, but at least he was gaining consciousness.
“Spider? I’m trying to help you,” Janine continued. “You’re okay… Let’s get you into the ambulance. I need you to stand up. I’ll help you.” She glanced at Miles for support, and he quickly pulled one of Spider’s arms over his own shoulder in tandem with Janine. The boy was extremely weak, relying totally on their support. It would have been easier if they’d just left him sleeping, because like this Spider could lash out at them in his disorientation. Together, they heaved him onto the ambulance and the gurney. He groaned and angry tears began to slip from under his closed eyelids. “Fuck!” he slurred as he curled up on the bed.
“He’ll be alright,” Janine said, slightly out of breath as she turned to Miles. “He’s dehydrated and has a high blood pressure, but I’m more worried about his temperature. He should be frozen, but he’s burning up. He might have taken something else.”
Miles took this in, thinking what the procedure was for this kind of thing. This was a minor with no known relatives, so he knew they’d have to accompany him to the hospital. At least until they could contact CPS.
“Okay, we’ll meet you at the ER. You going to St Mark’s?”
She nodded, holding the back of the ambulance open for Miles to exit. “We’ll do our best to hold him until you guys get there, my guess is that you’ve got a few hours at least until he’s lucid.”
Miles thanked her and pressed his radio as she pulled the heavy ambulance door closed. “Fike, can you get me any info on that kid we bought in a few weeks ago?” He retreated to the car as the ambulance sped off down the empty street. He watched it go, feeling like it was carrying precious cargo. Then he realised how ridiculous that feeling was and shook himself.
“Which one? Can you be more specific, Colonel?” Fike’s voice came crackling back over the radio.
Lyle slid back into the passenger seat. “Good spot, Colonel. Now can we get coffee on the way?”
Miles let his annoyance settle quietly in his stomach, ignoring his partner in favour of the radio. “Kid bought in for stealing an iPad from the Apple store. Sixteen.”
“Copy that, I’ll check for you.”
“There’s no way the kid told them anything,” Lyle commented, listening to the exchange. “It’s real sad, but he's on a one track road and it’s going nowhere good.”
“And that’s okay is it?” Miles surprised himself for his response. He was never normally this invested in a case. “We should just let it be?”
Lyle had the decency to look abashed. “What are we supposed to do, Colonel?”
Miles shook his head. He knew it wasn’t their individual responsibility to take in every lovable stray, but it still felt like a failure of the police department that a kid like Spider had been allowed to deteriorate to such an extent. “I don’t know,” he relented.
Thankfully, Fike was quick. “Miles Socorro, ward of the state.”
Miles’s heart stopped.
For a moment he thought… but it must have been radio static. “Can you repeat that, officer?”
A few seconds of confused silence went by as Lyle stared at him and they waited for Fike to get back to them. “Copy, Miles Socorro, ward of the state.”
Dread filled his stomach.
Vile nausea rose in his throat and he needed air… he needed to step out… Miles Socorro. She’d called the baby after him?
This couldn’t be right. This was a mistake, a coincidence. It had to be a common name.
“Colonel, you alright?” Lyle's voice was far away.
He was outside again, leaning against the car door, his head in his hands. He just needed some deep breaths. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro.
It wouldn’t stop.
The name swirled around his brain incessantly, each time with more veracity and more vengeance, over and over again until he realised it would never let him go. The baby. The baby.
It was him.
Of course it was. He’d known it from their first meeting when the kid had squinted at him against the blinding sunset with an empty cider bottle in his hand.
“Holy shit.”
He felt a hand on his shoulder and vaguely registered that Lyle was concerned about him.
“I fucked up,” he said. “I fucked up. I messed it all up.”
Of course it was Miles. His son. Suddenly he thought of nothing else, gaining a sense of clarity for just long enough to press his radio once more. “Can you look up Paz Socorro?”
He didn’t care what anybody was thinking right now.
“Is this a relation, Colonel?”
“Just look her up!”
“She’s not on our system… Hang on, let me search…”
Miles held his breath, the nausea hot at the back of his throat, burning him from the inside out.
“Paz Socorro, deceased. Died in 2013.”
Miles couldn't stem the surge that retched its way up his throat. He bent double over the sidewalk, vomiting feet away from where they’d found Spider.
She was dead? Why hadn’t they contacted him? His son… the baby he’d made… had ended up here!
“Colonel, steady!” That was Lyle.
“Everything okay over there?” That was Fike.
Miles’s chest was imploding. He’d failed. He’d failed. How had he not been made aware? How could he have not bothered to check? They’d agreed it was for the best they had no contact, but Miles could never, never have imagined…
Suddenly all he wanted was to be by Miles’s side. His son’s side. Spider.
He didn't bother replying to either man, instead wiping his mouth roughly on his cuff and slamming the door behind as he climbed back into the driver’s seat. Lyle quickly followed him back inside the car but seemed too stunned to address anything. “Er, Colonel…”
“We’re going to the hospital.”
A moment of silence passed. “Who’s the kid?” Lyle asked in a low voice.
Miles gripped the steering wheel tighter than he had in his life, his knuckles turning white. He couldn't say it. He couldn't say it out loud. Then it would make his failure real. His life’s failure, real. “I think you know,” he said in a voice that sounded nothing like his own.
Lyle sat back in the seat and allowed Miles to drive the short distance without pressing any further. “All good here,” his partner replied when Fike radioed back.
Miles’s voice had stopped working. He wasn’t sure any of him was working any more.
#miles spider socorro#miles quaritch#recom quaritch#spider socorro#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#atwow#avatar modern au#lyle wainfleet#my stuff: survivor#bonus scene#quaritch pov
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Is Oh No on hold? There hasn't been a new chapter for a long time
I would say that for now yes it is on hold 😊 I haven’t lost all motivation for it but I don’t have the time unfortunately. I have a few ideas for when I’ll eventually pick it back up though 🤓
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Walk the paths of Eywa and see her beauty, she surrounds us.
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Finished this Teylan bust a while ago and felt it was the time to unleash it upon the world.
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(Do not repost my artwork on any platform, with or without credit. I DO NOT give my consent to do so.)
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🍄🔹 ~ Mushlume ~ 🔹🍄 (Urbz)
(Credit if you use (ko-fi)
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Okok I know I said how too many of my ideas stem from the first meeting between S and Q
BUT BUT HEAR ME OUT
what if they met for the first time at the END of the main battle. After all of Quaritch’s allies are dead and after he is beaten and weak. He’s drowning in a wreckage of his own design - AND THEN this absolute rando comes and pulls him out of the sea. And he’s like who???? Is this???
It could either go in the direction that Spider DOESNT tell Q who he is, and just hisses and leaves immediately. Leaving Q to piece together the info and come to his own conclusions. Or he DOES
and the ending line of Q instead of begging S to come with him is just plainly. “….son?”
First I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this 😭 it’s been in my head since you sent it in 🙏🏻
This is an interesting AU for sure. For spider to save Q without any of their ‘bonding’ time knowing full well what Quaritch has done would surely affect them both massively. I would love for Q to realise straight away, or for Spider to let out everything he’s pent up until that moment in a fit of anger. Like the only reason he dragged Q out was so that he could finally say all the things he’s been feeling since growing up knowing what his dad had done.
I love the idea and I hope you get some time to write it! 💞💙💞💙
#ask#avatar the way of water#spider socorro#miles quaritch#avatar 2#miles spider socorro#atwow#recom quaritch
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Omg my infamous table read post that was reposted to Reddit has made it to fanart 🙌🏻😍 this is giving me all the feels 😭
🤯🤯🤯🤯ayo??
(Theres no way i could not do this one cmon)
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your Cop AU was great, obviously we need chapters from Quaritch's perspective ♥️ I wonder what Paz died of? I don't know if I just didn't notice it or you didn't mention it
I didn’t mention it in the fic! In my head it was a car accident, but it could have been any sudden accident really. It’s one of those where the specific reason doesn’t actually matter to the plot so I just didn’t feel the need to expand on it. Maybe I’ll add it to a possible future scene 😊💞💙
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This. was. Incredible. I read it so fluently, which is rare as English is not my first language. I love it, I don't even know how to comment (and I woke up a dozen or so ago, it's 2 a.m. and instead of continuing to sleep, I'm reading and writing a comment, so sorry if it doesn't make sense), please write Quaritch's pov! I know it's a one shot, but the plot is so engaging that I would really like to see Spider's future life with his dad ♥️
Thank you so much! That means a lot 💞 please it’s too late now but if I got this earlier I’d have said go bAcK to sLEEp 😭
Comments are amazing though and I’m so grateful you took the time out of your day (night) to let me know you enjoyed it 😭 it’s so affirming and really inspires me to keep going 🙌🏻💞
There seems to be a decent desire from people for more scenes, and I’d absolutely love to next time I get the time (I was off work for a bit which is what allowed me to actually write a longer project).
Thank you again, your comments/feedback is inspiring and I love you for it 💞💙💞💙
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I absolutely loved your Survivor cop and runaway AU! You ✨ate✨ with that!
If I may humbly make a suggestion, as much as I loved how Survivor had a straight forward happy ending, realistically, a kid in a position like Spider's would probably have a relapse, either with the drugs or with some of the behavior problems, like picking fights, or hiding things from adults because he's not used to trusting them anymore. Progress isn't always linear, and it's perfectly normal for a kid like Spider to have setbacks before readjusting to a healthy environment. He was in survival mode for so long it will be hard for him to unlearn the unhealthy coping mechanisms he developed to survive.
If you feel up to it, I'd love it if you could write a little more about Spider hitting a roadblock while trying to adjust to normalcy and both him and Quaritch struggle with it, but eventually Q helps him get through it. Adults caring for kids who are coming out of survival mode sometimes don't fully understand it, and I could see Quaritch being like "you have a roof over your head and food and love, I don't understand why you're trying to get drugs/lying to me/whatever problem you want to focus on"
Hellooooo 💞
I 100% agree spider would have setbacks! In my head, this is not the end of the story and he does face further struggles with addiction and fear of abandonment (which obviously leads to negative presenting behaviours that Quaritch would struggle with). I love writing that kind of angst and exploring how it impacts the relationship between spider and Q. HoWeVer for the purpose of the fic I deliberately wanted to keep it short and fluffy. There is so much scope for more writing in this AU but I don’t think I have another longfic in me 😅😬 I’m convinced my writing style/process takes longer than most people because it takes me absolutely agesss to get the words out 🥴 I’m just a slow writer I guess 🤷🏼♀️
So in answer, yes I would love to! But that opens it up into a longfic to which I can’t see an end! I understand that the current ending of the fic was more picket fency than what it would be in real life and I’m sorry if that put you off 🙏🏻 I recognise your points and agree with you.
The fun part for me was seeing Quaritch as a no nonsense military dad type that takes control for purely loving reasons. In this AU I think he’d handle Spider’s challenging behaviour exceptionally well. His strict attitude and ability to take control of the situation (basically not giving spider a choice) is part of the reason that Spider adjusts so well when he first moves in. He needs someone that just knows better because that’s what he’s been craving since Paz died. And Quaritch is that authority figure that Spider immediately recognises is more than capable. The door is definitely open for a bonus scene that does show Spider slipping up, but I can’t say it’s definitely going to happen or when 😊
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I present: Survivor
“Good afternoon, Spider.”
“Hi,” was all he could muster in response.
“I was not expecting to see you again, kid. I see you’re feeling better.”
He ground his teeth. The nurse left them to it and Quaritch pulled a chair from the corner, sitting back to front on it by Spider’s bedside.
“Yeah, well…” Spider muttered. His fingers played with the knitted fabric of the hospital blanket and he avoided looking directly at the officer. Not only was this embarrassing but they guy was probably going to arrest him. Again.
“How d’you end up here?” Quaritch’s voice was clearly surprised. “What happened after the last time?”
Spider shrugged his shoulders. “They dropped the charges. I got out with a warning.”
Quaritch pursed his lips, surveying Spider. “So how come I’m out on a patrol two months later and find you lying half dead on the sidewalk, huh?”
#avatar the way of water#spider socorro#miles quaritch#avatar 2#atwow fanfic#atwow#avatar spider#avatar modern au#my stuff: cop au#my stuff: survivor#survivor
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So, did you manage to come up with a title for the one shot? I'm so excited!
I haven’t got a title yet! But it is finished! I just need to proofread the last half and then it’s ready to post 🤗🤗 (Just missing the title ahaha)
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Me reading spicy BTS fanfic despite not knowing any of them or ever having thought about them simply because Gobi wrote it?
Trope Chapter 5: Danger
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Woah, I didn't think you would write it so quickly! I can't wait for publication!
Me neither? It just grew wings and the spirit of it possessed me over the last two days 💀 I haven't been this excited about something I've written in a long time 🙈🥺
Thanks for the support! 💞💙💞💙
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Here's a little excerpt from my Cop AU (which is still nameless), which I am so excited about! It's a one shot currently sitting at 12k. I’m hoping to finish and post it tonight 🙏🏻🥰
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He threw the iPad aside, no longer caring about this week’s meals, the hunger in his belly nothing compared to the prospect of jail. He put on one final burst of energy, heading through another deserted alley in the hopes of losing the cops in the next block over…
Wham! Something heavy collided with him from behind with full force, knocking him to the ground instantly and sending the breath from his lungs. “Stay on the floor!” There was a familiarity in the voice…
He gasped on the concrete, trying to crawl away from the threat, but the officer was on him, and before he knew it his hands were being pulled behind him and he was in cuffs, powerless to do anything.
“Easy kid, you’re down!”
“Take a breath, don’t make me arrest you.”
The officer whose voice Spider recognised had his knee pressed into Spider’s back, but as Spider stopped writhing, he relinquished his weight and helped Spider sit up against the wall.
“Shit,” Spider said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
“I recognise you,” officer Quaritch said slowly, tilting his head to the side. Spider glanced at him and straight away placed him as the cop that had let him off last month. He had no idea if this was a positive coincidence or not. He knew about Spider’s previous offence but was also sympathetic.
“You’re that kid without a name or address.”
#spider socorro#miles quaritch#avatar modern au#recom quaritch#atwow#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#miles spider socorro#atwow fanfiction#my stuff: cop au#awow fanfic#writing updates
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I love it! I wish I could add it to my Spotify playlist ahaha
My latest creative outlet has been writing song lyrics and tinkering with an ai music generator to make songs.
This one, Earnin’ My Stripes, is inspired by @naavispider’s incredible fic If You Playing Me, That Mean My Home Ain’t Home (fic linked below the song)
Happy listening and reading! …no seriously if you haven’t read it yet you should 💚
#this was such a surprise!#and so sweet that you made this for the fic#I think it’s perfect 🙌🏻#if you playing me
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