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sicksucculentz · 2 years

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Littlest treehorn: Zane's interactions with the mechanic.

TRIGGER WARNING: abuse, and demeaning behavior.

It's little known that I do not stray away from topics of a more dark nature. I often tend to go into much detail, this is well seen on my posts and it doesn't change for the darker subjects.

Zane and the mechanics cannon beef with each other remains the same in this AU only the mechanic is far more sadistic with Zane. During the rein of Unigami something happens to Zane that ends with him in a mental ward.

Zane is still captured to be used as battery to open the gate way but he's restrained and treated far different. His is trapped in a straight jacket! tired to a chair and forced to wear a collar. He is treated as if he is some lesser than dirt animal. The mechanic yanks and pulls on the collar, taunts Zane, and even attempts to force feed him which of course ends in Zane crying out more than a few times. The mechanic refures to Zane as "crazy". This is because of his feral nature.

During this time Zane snaps, but not in the way you would think. He can't take the trauma so his mind takes him elsewhere to escape. His body is there with the mechanic but his mind is with the treehorn herd, back home and safe.

Pixal does find Zane and gets to him after the portal gateway is opened. She then goes terminator. She hunts the mechanic down like prey, she finds him, and she makes sure he remembers her. Pixal beat that man so savagely that he had to be placed on life support when she was through with him. She beat him into a 7 month coma! fractured and broken ribs, broken arms, lacerations, ruptured organs. The mechanic nearly died! hospital staff thought he had been mauled by a bear then hit by a truck.

The mechanic still made it a point to hate Zane specifically but NEVER did he EVER attempt to lay a single finger on Zane ever again for fear of the wrath of his girlfriend. Even so the event landed Zane in the mental ward to deal with his issues. He did come out of his strange mental stupor not 2 days later. He came to to a gentle voiced nurse with warm hands gently petting and stroking his hair while she hummed a calming melody. Instead of fighting he only relaxed and finally closed his eyes to sleep. That nurse stayed with him for a while, holding his hand.

he was a very cooperative patient. He made sure to stand at the farthest wall while they changed his sheets or took the garbage out. He got a lot of small treats during his time in the ward and quickly became a favorite. As part of a program for all patients in the ward he was given a small job within the ward to help ease him back to normal life. He got to work in the kitten with the food ladies! He was ecstatic! he loves to cook and prepare meals. The ward really did wonders for him in terms of helping with his issues. he left the ward 4 and a half months later.

He was very happy to be back home again and went right for his sandbox where he spent the rest of the night digging around and rolling in the sand.

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ilosttrackofthings · 5 years

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24 for biospecialist, please!

I’d blame you for this, but obviously you had no way of knowing that 24 was ‘the hug that comes after a rough day.’

Grantis drunk. He started drinking in Bangalore and spent the whole flightback to the Sandbox with a bottle in his hand. Agent Dumas kicked himout of the debrief ten seconds in because he couldn’t speak asingle sentence without slurring at least half of it. And Grant’sno lightweight. He’s never been this drunk in his life.So he’s more than a little impressed with his abilities when herealizes he’s managed to navigate his way to his own quarters.

Hereaches for the keypad, but a hand slaps his away.

“Don’tbother,” Trip says. That’s when Grant realizes there’s an armbeneath his shoulders, holding him up.

Thedoor opens without Trip using a code or a key or anything. Grant’ll have to talkto Jemma about that. It isn’t safe.Especially not now.

Achoking pain hits him again. Under the ribs so there’s no shakingit off, wrapped around his organs so it makes him want to die.

There’sa sound like an animal crying, but Grant and Jemma have been stalledon whether they want to get a dog for months and it’s not like theSandbox has a convenient pet store down the street, no way she could’ve gotten one for a surprise while he was away.

“Igot you, man,” Trip says. His arm tightens briefly before he’seasing Grant down into an armchair.

Theroom still sloshes around him. He feels dizzy. Sick.

Hehears voices. Trip’s talking to someone in the doorway. Jemma. Shekeeps throwing him worried looks. He doesn’t like it. She’s pale,her skin gone all grey—but maybe that’s just the shadows she’sin. Her hair’s drawn back and her mouth’s in this thin line andher eyes are red. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like being thereason for it. He’s supposed to make her smile, make her happy.Didn’t he swear to do that? Love, honor, and protect. That was allin there, but happiness should go without saying, right? He shouldprotect her from this.

Lightfootsteps in the hall. Grant’s reaction time is down so he onlysees Jemma looking down and reaching out in distress before the causehits him square in the stomach.

Johnny’slittle fingers dig tight into his ribs and his face sweeps acrossGrant’s dusty shirt, nuzzling closer and leaving tear tracks behind. Whenhe looks up, his face is almost a mirror of Jemma’s. Pale anddrawn, red eyes. But Johnny’s not holding back the way Jemma is.His little face is twisted like he’s permanently on the verge of awail.

“Johnny,”Jemma says, coming no doubtto pull him away andput him back to bed.

Heignores his mom and keeps onclinging to Grant’s shirt. “Mummy said Pop-pop got hurt realbad,” he says like he’s hoping Grant will call her a liar. “Shesaid he’s not coming back. She said he- he-” The sentencedissolves into wet hiccups.

Grantgathers Johnny close to his chest, rubs his face against his hair theway he used to do when Johnny was a baby. That soft baby smell is gone,but it’s still Johnny, still his sweet little boy.

“He’sdead,” he says and feels Johnny stiffen in his arms. “I’msorry.”

He died in a field, in the dirt, more than five thousandmiles away. After all the shit he’s survived, after he savedGrant’s life, John went downlike that. It isn’t fair.

Justlike it’s not fair that Johnny, barely seven years old, has gottamourn his grandfather or that Grant’s lost the only father-figurehe had who was worth a damn.

Helooks up to blink the tears out of his eyes and sees Jemma stillstanding over him. She doesn’t know what to do with herself. Sheloved John, but not the way Grant or Johnny did. Probably she thinksshe’d be intruding to mourn with them.

Grantpulls one arm free from Johnny just long enough to reach for her.She takes it immediately and he pulls her down. Somehow, drunk as heis, he manages to negotiate it so Jemma’s in his lap and Johnny’sin hers so they can all cry together.

Overher head, he sees Trip let himself out. Normally Grant would follow him out to checkthe door’s locked—tonight especially, with John gone and a voidwaiting for a new head to grow—but he doesn’t move a muscle. His family needs him right wherehe is.

#so this is sad #biospecialist #shineyma #my fic #*td #ask fic #biospec fic

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