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Chapter 4: Skeleton Closets

Approx. 5,200 words; 40 minute read.

Everyone had secrets to keep, this was just a fact of life. You don’t rise to power, become labeled a “hero” and not have a lockbox hidden away. Delsin knew his secret had been safely buried, but now it felt as though he was going to have to reveal his hand. And he knew, beyond any doubt, that his secret was going to shatter any spark of trust he had built up. With everyone.

Delsin mused over his list, mentally checking boxes next to tasks that seemed to be finished enough for now. He had personally called Rosaline to inform her of Eugene’s findings and she didn’t sound surprised at the least. Rosaline did ask that the team continue to house Caly for the moment, only because the hospital was crawling with reporters even a full day after the incident and she didn’t feel it was a very safe environment for the 4-year old. Especially if Caly had suffered trauma, which seemed more and more likely given Caly’s reluctance to speak while seemingly retaining full comprehension of what was said to her. Rosaline would have Caly’s vision and hearing tested as soon as she could.

After speaking with his team, Delsin paid a visit to Benji who was more than happy to continue to spend time with Caly and be excused from classes. Benji was a good student, only faltering in training classes as he struggled to accept his power and outright refused to use it, even with Fetch’s reassurance that she would be there the whole time and could help him break control in seconds. Benji would just shrug and stop participating and Fetch didn’t push him. Delsin wasn’t concerned about Benji missing any additional classes for the time being.

Eugene hadn’t made much more progress on digging deeper into Stratego simply because they had a very innocuous website and no apparent backdoor into what the company really was. He was busy trying to crack the code in various ways between teaching his classes.

Fetch delivered on her lists of students. The lists were hand-written but grouped students by powers that worked best together to provide the most support for everyone, should they need to start getting defensive on campus. Delsin had kept the conversation strictly business, even though his heart ached to pull Fetch aside and just talk. He made another mental note on his list to get Fetch alone soon.

But Fetch did that first.

“Hey, Smokes… Got a second?” She had rapped her knuckles against the open office door and pulled Delsin suddenly from his head as it snapped toward the door while he straightened from leaning against the desk. Fetch offered a soft smile, “A little jumpy today?”

“Yeah, sorry. Lost in my thoughts. Come in,” Delsin motioned toward the couch and he moved toward the refrigerator, “Want anything to drink?”

Fetch closed the office door behind her and dropped onto the couch in one graceful motion, “Is it too early for a beer?”

Delsin chuckled as he grabbed two beers and joined Fetch on the couch, handing her one of the glass bottles. She quickly opened it and clinked it against Delsins’ before taking a long sip. She sat back against the couch and blew a puff of air up toward her bangs, the pink-dyed hair fluttering before settling against her forehead again.

Delsin leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees while his bottle hung loosely between his fingers. He didn’t say anything but he felt the tension in the room rising between the two conduits in the silence.

“Let’s try this again. You and me.”

Delsin felt his eyes go wide at the words but he only glanced to the side to check if Fetch was still there and this wasn’t some weird daydream. She was absolutely still seated beside him, head tilted slightly to her right as she gazed at him. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’m not going to push things but I don’t want you to do this because you think I want it.”

“You do, though,” Fetch took another sip from her beer bottle, “And I do, too. I’m tired of chasing my shadows. Delsin, we’re 30. We need to stop messing around, you know?”

Delsin did know but this whole conversation was not at all what he was expecting. He slowly sat back against the couch and nursed his beer for a moment before responding.

“What brought this on?”

“We’re about to face something crazy, I can feel it. I don’t know what Stratego means for us but I know it isn’t a good omen. And… Honestly, I just miss you.”

“Do you? You haven’t been very open to the idea of ‘us’ in years. And I know that’s my fault too, with the whole…” Delsin motioned by swirling his beer around. It was still too hard to name, “I’m tired of playing games.”

Fetch shifted her position and she leaned up against Delsin then, resting her head on his shoulder. Delsin didn’t move, just waited with learned patience. Fetch could be hard to read sometimes and this was one of those moments. But she was opening up and he didn’t want to accidentally close her off, so he sat with the silence caught on his tongue.

Fetch lowered her voice, her words sounding more sincere, “No more games. I promise. And you know I don’t break my promises.”

“You never have.”

Fetch moved her beer to her right hand, sliding her left one over to Delsin. He paused a second before offloading his beer to his left hand and taking her hand with his right one, their fingers lacing together. It was quiet in that space and Delsin realized he missed her touch. He missed any touch, really. It was incredibly hard to have physical touch with the power to drain other conduits. Even after all these years he still had no control over that first touch and it had resulted in a great deal of personal frustration.

But he didn’t have to worry about that with Fetch as he had taken Neon from her long ago and she never shied from his touch while they were together, on and off again.

Maybe this time would be different.

“Fetch Walker, you know I can’t turn you down,” Delsin mused softly, giving a quick kiss to the top of her head. Fetch snickered in return.

“And I can’t give you up, Delsin Rowe.”

After an hour, the office had shifted into what looked like some sort of detective set. Papers with hand-written notes covered the desk, Eugene was sighing and growing more and more frustrated behind the laptop screen, Fetch was picking up papers and putting them down again in some sort of pile system that only she seemed to understand, while Delsin was pacing the room, a familiar scene as he was trying to put the pieces together in his head.

“... You two kiss and make up, or what? You both seem a lot more relaxed today.” Eugene sat back in the desk chair, pushing the laptop away from him and took his glasses off as he pressed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes. Delsin and Fetch exchanged a look and Fetch smirked as Delsin winked at her.

“Something like that, Gameboy. When you gonna introduce us to your partner?” Fetch teased. Eugene suddenly flushed three shades of red and looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

“You know I’m too busy here for that.”

“Oh? That’s not what I heard from our local barista…”

“Oh my Go–”

“OKAY, so.” Delsin cut Eugene off and pulled the conversation back to the topic at hand. Eugene gave him a grateful look and Fetch waved the distraction off, “Where are we on Stratego?”

Eugene sighed loudly, “Dead end. No backdoor, no hints in the code. I’ve tried everything I can think of but I can’t find anything that would connect them to the kidnappings or alleged experiments.”

“So that either means they aren’t behind it, or that they are absolutely behind it.” Fetch chimed in, her focus waning from her paper stacks.

Eugene sighed again, clearly on the brink of giving up, “Did you research the funding, Delsin?”

“Not yet. I was going to see what I could find after my visit today.” Delsin had stopped pacing and was now standing behind Fetch.

Fetch glanced up at him and furrowed her brows slightly, “Are you seeing Betty today for your weekly visit? Where does the time go?”

“Yeah, time is a mess lately, right? I’ll be back before you know it. You two got things under control while I’m offsite?”

Eugene and Fetch agreed in unison and Delsin gave Fetch a swift kiss on her forehead before leaving the office behind.

Delsin loved his visits with Betty. They helped to keep him grounded when things were overwhelming with the start of the conduit school project. They helped to keep him fed when the warehouse took all his time and energy. They provided him with a place to express himself when things with Fetch took a turn for the worst, or when they worked out again. Betty was always welcoming and warm and loving, no matter what stuff Delsin seemed to be slogging through. She was his rock.

Which is why he visited her every week. Or so the story goes. He actually only saw her every other week. And this week was an off-week, so he wasn’t expected by Betty today. He was, however, expected by someone else entirely.

He drove his familiar blue pickup truck on the highway to avoid the main street traffic and took the same exit as the one he took to get to his reservation, but he didn’t drive far enough to even find himself in those familiar woods before home came into view. Today he turned nearly immediately off the access road and traveled along the street until he pulled into a parking lot. He parked and sighed, steeling his nerves before exiting his pickup truck and heading inside the large building.

“Welcome to Seattle Inpatient Psychiatric Cent–Oh! Hello, Mr. Rowe!” A cheery nurse waved as Delsin entered the building and approached the desk to sign in. She was always very helpful and Delsin had long ago picked up hints that maybe she was interested in him, but he didn’t want to pursue something with her with so much else going on in his life. And now he didn’t feel the need to anymore.

“Hey, Lissa. Always nice to see you,” Delsin finished signing in and he caught Elizabeth smiling with a fresh flush on her cheeks. Delsin was the only non-staff member she allowed to call her by that nickname.

Elizabeth stood and walked from behind the desk, using her badge to summon an elevator, “I’ll bring you up to the room. Please follow me.”

“Sure thing,” Delsin followed and once they were inside the elevator he was distracted by his own thoughts, “Any change? Talking? Movements?”

Elizabeth shook her head, “Sadly, none. The doctors are taking good care of her and following your instructions.”

Delsin sighed and ran a hand along the back of his neck as the doors opened to the floor that Elizabeth had requested. She walked out first and he followed her a few steps behind. She stopped outside a closed door marked with a single word and gave Delsin a brilliant smile.

“Here we are. Please just signal if you need anything. You have…” Elizabeth checked a clipboard hanging to the right of the door, “30 minutes with her. She has a call after you from her family.”

“Thank you, Lissa. I should be fine with her alone.” Delsin flashed a side smile and gave the nurse a quick wink. She flushed bright red and then nodded and quickly left back toward the elevator. Delsin watched her go and once he was mostly alone in the hallway he refocused on the door before him. And that one word written across the whiteboard attached to it–catatonic.

With a strong inhale through his nose, Delsin opened the door and went inside.

The room was airy and bright, the walls painted an off-white but not quite cream color. The bed was at the far left corner. A huge window was directly across from the door and a table with two chairs pushed in around it found to the far right. The room was mostly empty except for a lone wheelchair pushed before the window with a person seated within comfortably.

Delsin had always been a man of buried regret. He was known for doing the “right thing” but he’d learned quickly that the “right thing” always came at a cost. Maybe he was chasing that absent praise and reassurance that he would never receive from his lost family members, leaving him stranded in this odd in-between state of doing just enough to prove himself but never enough to find himself in it all. Regardless, after his win seven years ago against the D.U.P., sealing Brooke Augustine within concrete never sat right with him and he was soon at her aid to free her after all the interviews and photos and attention, only to find the damage had been done. Now, Augustine remained here at Seattle Inpatient Psychiatric Center in her catatonic state. Delsin donated a huge sum of money toward her care and protection. And to keep his visits a secret, off the public record.

“Beautiful day out there, Augustine,” Delsin approached the wheelchair with a bit of nervousness in his tone and mannerisms. Knowing he was partly at fault that Augustine was here at all weighed heavy on his conscience.

Augustine did not respond. Or even blink. Not a single movement or sound. She just stared out the window at the view, seemingly fixated on the Space Needle in the distance.

“The warehouse is doing well. We’re more full than ever these days. Helping all the… what did you call us? ‘Bio-terrorists’, right? Helping all of them to feel more connected and human than you ever did. Us conduits need to stick together.”

It was like a sort-of therapy to talk aloud to her every other week. No input, no laughter, only silence. It was like talking to himself but Delsin knew Augustine could hear him. Somewhere deep in her mind, she was there seething or crying or apologizing or planning. Delsin didn’t know which, but he never skipped a visit.

He may have been the only constant she had left.

“Listen, I didn’t come here to banter with you about the state of things, but I do have a question for you,” Delsin slowly made his way to stand directly in front of Augustine and then he kneeled so he could look into her eyes, “Who are the Stratego? This group the D.U.P. funded way back when it was still active? They are causing problems for us now. Does that name mean anything to you? Stratego?”

Augustine did nothing. Delsin huffed quietly.

Delsin tried again, “At least blink or something, dammit. I know you know something. Do you know who the Stratego are?”

Again, nothing. Not even a twitch.

With a grumble, Delsin rose from his spot before Augustine and looped around her chair once. He was clearly at a dead end here, but maybe it just meant that Augustine did know something. She may have tried to signal otherwise if she didn’t know anything at all. Maybe. It was still a possibility.

“Okay, fine. I’m going with my gut on this. We’re going to sort through this and dismantle whatever the Hell Stratego is, with or without your help,” Delsin gave Augustine’s face one more lookover before he turned his back and headed for the door. Not exactly a wasted trip but it didn’t feel very productive either.

Delsin reached the door and tossed out one last message, “If you think of anything, have the nurses contact me. I’ll see you in two weeks,” Then, the man with more than one power and more than one chip on his shoulder, left the room and the hospital behind.

The Stratego lab was bustling with people calling out news and updates and coordinates. The main room was full of several computers, monitors showing muted feeds of people within cells down the halls. A small team of three was in the main section of the room, surrounded by computers on each side. One woman stood with a clipboard, a pen wiggling between her fingers like a fidget toy. She barked orders after checking her watch for the third time.

“Anthony, ready on the transmission hacking?”

“Ready,” Anthony called, his eyes glued to the monitor before him, fingers posed over a keyboard.

“Thomas, call ready to connect?”

“Roger, Cindy,” Thomas gave a thumbs up and an enthusiastic grin. Cindy rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose which pushed her glasses up into her hair for a moment.

“Good. Connect the call. Anthony, begin the transmission interruption.”

Thomas pressed a button and a phone ring began in the earpiece in Cindy’s ear. Anthony immediately began typing away once she signaled that she heard the ringing.

“Hello and thank you for calling the Seattle Inpatient Psychiatric Center. How may we direct your call?” The kind voice who answered was accompanied by a soft beeping that signaled the call was being recorded.

“Yes, hello. This is Cindy Signet. I’m calling to speak to my Aunt, Brooke Austine.” Beep.

“Ah, Ms. Signet. Let me transfer you to Elizabeth and she’ll connect you. Please note that all calls are recorded.”

“Yes, thank you.” Beep. Cindy watched Anthony from a few feet away. He was typing and clicking and slowly solving an invisible puzzle.

The call was transferred and Cindy and Elizabeth made small talk before she connected the call to Augustine’s room then went to retrieve the phone and hook it to an apparatus so that she didn’t have to hold it the entire call.

“Cindy? Are you there?” Elizabeth confirmed before sliding the phone into the holder for Augustine.

“I’m here. Thank you so much Elizabeth,” Cindy checked her watch again, “How much time do I have?” Beep.

“Thirty minutes. I’ll be back at that time to disconnect the call.” Elizabeth sounded so pleasant on the other end of the call that Cindy almost felt bad for her.

“Perfect. Thank you again,” Beep. “Is she doing any better?”

“Still catatonic, I’m afraid. But she seems to have had a lovely day today.” Beep. “Here she is. Enjoy your call.”

The phone was placed into the apparatus and a soft clunk noise was heard as it was all adjusted into place. The silence that followed was abruptly interrupted by the familiar beep of the recorded call and then a strangle garbled noise, like a record scratch pitched down. Cindy focused her gaze on Anthony. He signaled that he had hacked the call and disconnected the recording device successfully as always. Cindy let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Augustine, it’s Cindy. How are you, Director?”

Silence.

“Good to hear it. I’ll cut to the chase, I have good news and bad news for you.”

Dead air.

“Bad news–Project 41 escaped with Project 42. Good news–we found and neutralized Project 41. Unfortunately, we cannot locate Project 42 at this time.”

Deafening quiet.

“I have teams out but we have no traces of her yet. As soon as we find her, I’ll contact you.”

A soft noise. A swallow of breath.

“Of course we are keeping things as quiet as possible. No one will be suspicious.”

Another noise. A quiet click of lips parting.

“I understand, Director. I’m on it. Good-bye.” Cindy turned to Thomas and held up her hand, then created a fist. Thomas disconnected the call and Cindy let out a rush of air.

“She’s pissed.”

While things unfolded at the hospital in secret, at the warehouse the sun was brilliant and warm as late afternoon blossomed into early evening hours. The students at the warehouse were none the wiser to the chaos running through their teachers’ heads, but then again Delsin, Fetch and Eugene were very good at tucking these things away to not cause a mass panic with inexperienced power users. It had been a secret rule of theirs since the beginning in pulling together what they needed to make the warehouse a reality. In teaching others, panic needed to be almost non-existent. They all wanted to give everyone a chance at learning safely and not in a trial-by-fire situation that they all fell into once their powers had awakened.

Black platform boots swung through the air as a young woman sat perched on a branch within a tree just outside the warehouse’s main entrance. She was watching the students come and go like little ants marching to and from their colony. Her loud, rave-wear aesthetic was mostly concealed from behind the leaves of the tree, neon green, black, yellow and purple melting into the shadows and sun-kissed patches around her.

Finally, her amber eyes caught a student in her sights. One she had overheard the name of. One that seemed like fun to play with. That wasn’t her directive, but she loved rules simply because she loved breaking them. She dropped from the tree in a graceful plummet, landing as quietly as possible. She pulled a pair of gray-tinted goggles from her dyed black hair over her eyes taking care around her eyebrow piercings, then pulled up a black mask from around her neck being cautious around her piercings in her lower lip and in her nose as she covered the lower half of her face before stepping out behind the student.

She reached over, tapping them on the shoulder with one hand, her neon green fingernails matching the fishnet arm warmers she wore, “Sam?”

Sam turned around to see who needed their attention and clearly did not recognize this person at all. The woman smiled beneath the mask she wore and held out one hand, palm up as if expecting a gift.

“I forgot my little key-pass-thingy in my dorm. Could I borrow yours?”

Sam squinted their eyes trying to place this person as a friend and before they could ask how they knew each other, the woman sighed loudly and pulled her mask down revealing her face.

“Ugh, fine! I tried to give you an easy out, but whatever. Enjoy your headache,” Before Sam could react, the woman held her other hand to her face, opening her palm and blowing a kiss of green gas directly into Sam’s face. The student wobbled, then pitched forward completely unconscious and the woman caught them and dragged their body into the bushes behind her. She felt around Sam's hoodie and found the emblem the students wore and unpinned it for herself. She held it up to the sunlight and shrugged before attaching it to the strap of her revealing black shirt. Then she pulled a folded piece of paper from against her hip, held there by the band of her tulle skirt. She tucked the paper into the pocket of Sam’s hoodie.

“There ya go! A little gift from your new friend, Makayla. Sleep well!” Makayla giggled, then turned and literally skipped into the warehouse, allowed access by her ‘borrowed’ pinned emblem. Her toxic gas could do terrible things if she wanted it to. For now, Sam would stay passed out and trapped in a nightmare until someone found them in the bushes and woke them. They would likely have a migraine upon waking. It wasn’t a pleasant experience.

Makayla looked around within the main entrance of the warehouse, casually moving her goggles back up over her triangle-cut fringe, dyed black and neon green in two perfect sections. Her amber eyes widened as she looked around, taking everything in.

“Holy shit. This place is so epic.” Makayla started moving down the main hall slowly, running her fingers against the wall as she walked, etching a map within her mind. It was way bigger than she thought it would be and the place was full of people all doing their own thing, all different ages. It was even more amazing than she had been told.

A small child raced by to her right, giggling loudly as a student in a dark blue hoodie chased her. Makayla was drawn toward them for a moment before she heard a commotion behind her and she spun to look only to see another student dragging Sam inside.

Makayla cursed under her breath and did her best to squeeze between students who were coming over to investigate and attempt to help Sam, which left the hallway mostly empty. Someone called out a name that Makayla hadn’t heard in years and she watched as the Eugene Sims came out of a classroom to check on Sam’s pulse. She continued to back up slowly and suddenly felt herself collide with someone. She spun around quickly to face them.

“I’m sorry I was distra–Oh, shit.” Makayla’s purple-tinted lips hung open in disbelief as realization clicked in her mind. She had just walked into the Fetch Walker. And Fetch didn’t seem happy about it.

Fetch had been watching the commotion from the second floor balcony but Eugene had been closer and reached Sam before Fetch could. Fetch still headed over to investigate and see if she could calm the students and break up the ring that was growing as people were trying to see what was going on, when a student bumped into her who seemed to be suspiciously trying to flee the scene. And when this neon-wearing kid turned around to apologize Fetch saw guilt written all over her face.

“Wait. Who are you?” Fetch immediately had her hackles up, her defenses rising as she looked over this spry woman before her.

Makayla was better under pressure than anyone ever gave her credit for as she countered, “You’re Fetch, right? I guess you could say I’m a big fan.”

Fetch glowered and gritted her teeth, “Liar.”

“Oh? You recognize one-for-one, huh? Love that for you.”

Fetch could feel her neon burning at her fingertips as her buttons were pushed, “Choose your next words carefully. What did you do to Sam?”

Makayla brought her green gas to her palms. The toxin swirled and collected as she stepped back into a more defensive pose, “A fan of my work too? How sweet. I’ll give ya a free sample on my way out.”

Fetch didn’t wait any longer and simply rushed this intruder in a bright pink arch of speed and agility. Makayla was faster than she looked and the neon green gas aided her in narrowly avoiding Fetch’s leap. Then green and pink streaked down one of the darker, empty hallways as Makayla led a chase through the warehouse that Fetch was destined to win simply because she knew the layout. Makayla realized this wasn’t a bright idea, so instead she baited Fetch with quick dodges and false steps, keeping the Neon user on her toes. But the end of the hallway quickly thwarted any hope Makayla had for winning this encounter and she stopped running, hands up in surrender. It was a dead end.

Fetch left her neon to glow around her fists as she stood tall and approached Makayla slowly, “Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. Just tell me what you did and why you’re here and we’ll talk it out.”

Makayla laughed in response, dropping her googles back into place and bringing her fists in front of her face as though she was cowering in fear, “You wouldn’t hurt me? Even though you’re glowing?”

Fetch snarled slightly and shook her hands free of neon, knowing her power was an instant pull if needed. She had to appear less aggressive if she was going to get this person to talk. She did her best to memorize the woman in front of her while showing her neon-less hands in a show of good faith, “I’m not going to hurt you. Would you hurt me?”

Makayla grinned and quickly opened her hands to reveal two full palms of green gas. In an instant, Makalya blew the toxic gas into Fetch’s face and watched the conduit drop to the ground. She tiptoed over to Fetch and toed her body for a moment with her boot. With no response, she dropped another folded piece of paper on top of Fetch’s stomach.

Makayla whispered her response, “Yes, I would. Sweet nightmares, Fetch. Pleasure to meet you and knock you out,” Makayla didn’t stick around and instead dashed without aided speed back down the hallway the way she had come and paused only long enough to assess the situation where Sam, Eugene and the crowd of students were, then she rushed into the cafeteria in the opposite direction.

The cafeteria was half full of students not bothered or unaware of the situation in the entranceway and Makayla marveled at the food choices here. Her stomach made a rallying cry on her behalf and she walked over to the burger station, grabbing a container of french fries and then walking casually out a side door that led back outside.

Once outside, Makayla breathed in the fresh air deeply and adjusted her googles back on top of her head, “Freedom and french fries. Life doesn’t get better than this.”

“I’m baaaack~” Makayla’s voice a sing-song as she waltzed through the door, evening darkness covering her entrance. Hours had passed and Makayla made sure to take the scenic route home. The concrete room felt more like a prison than a hideout but it never bothered her. It was what her leader seemed comfortable with, so she didn’t give it a second thought.

“Makayla Grayson. We agreed on no powers.”

“Yeah, yeah. I got bored. Sue me later.” Makayla waved the accusation off and then stood on tiptoe, stretching her interlocked fingers up to the ceiling with a satisfied sound.

“... And?”

Makayla laughed as she skipped over to an empty desk hopping up to sit at the edge, swinging her legs freely, “And I got you a key. You were right, place was loaded with powered, but don’t worry none of ‘em tracked me back here.”

She unpinned the silver emblem from her shirt and placed it on her closed fist then flicked it toward her leader using her thumb. The small emblem caught the light as it flipped head over tails and the person standing across from Makayla caught it in a flash of white, then examined it carefully.

“That’s not all, boss. Guess what else I found?”

A head snapped up to stare at Makayla in great interest, “Tell me.”

“The supposed ‘Heroes of Seattle’ are running the place. All of ‘em. I took out Fetch easily enough. I bet the other two would be just as fun to test my powers on.” Makayla knew she hadn’t seen Delsin there, but if Eugene and Fetch were inside, he must not have been too far away. Besides, a little white lie never hurt anyone.

There was a pause of silence then a soft chuckle sounded from the one with the emblem in hand now, “Good work, Makayla. Go drain up. You’ll need it,” Makayla’s leader spoke quietly and remained beneath the single fluorescent light which cast her in an eerie glow.

“Aye, aye Celia! I left your calling card behind, too. Lemme know when you wanna grab dinner.” Makayla leapt from her spot and she quickly dashed out the door, leaving silence in her wake.

A rabbit mask tilted in thought as plans were forming in the mind behind it. Celia hummed to herself one single name.

“Delsin Rowe…”

#infamous sparks #infamous fic #infamous second son #delsin rowe #fetch walker #eugene sims #infamous oc #doctor rosaline hutch #caly #benji duncan #you are in for whiplash this chapter #hello stratego #meet makayla grayson #brooke augustine #celia penderghast

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mytvjunk · 2 years

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I got whiplash and vertigo trying to keep up with all of the constantly hot and cold relationships that played out during season 3 of Love, Victor. Every couple would break up and make up several times each episode and find themselves yo-yoing between partners. By the end of the series, all of the relationship were so absurdly convoluted that I just wanted each person to pick themselves instead and be happily single.

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gingericywolf · 1 year

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Found out this morning. My mom ships yaz and ben. How do I tell her...

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thebvbbletea · 2 years

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favorite series gifset

⤷ love, victor (usa / 2020 - 2022)

"Maybe it's time for you to finally figure out what you want. But here's the thing about the truth: you can't control how people will react to it. All you can do is be honest with the people you love"

#love victor #victor salazar #benji #mia brooks #felix #pilar salazar #lake meriwether #series #venji

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thefvrious · 2 months

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@ghostsxagain

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honorarypines · 2 years

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Heartstopper/Love Victor/Love Simon crossover nobody asked for

- They meet during Truham/Higgs trip to US or something

- I can see Charlie getting along with Victor since they’re both gay disasters

- Lake instanly befriending Imogen. At some point Imogen ends up having a sleepover at Lake’s almost everyday. Lucy is not jealous though, she trusts her gf

- Lake/Lucy going on double dates with Tara/Darcy

- Ok so there are three Nicks now: Nick Nelson (Heartstopper), Nick Eisner (Simon) and Nick-Victor’s ex boyfriend, which causes so much chaos and misunderstandings

- Simon and Nick N getting along well. Nick teasing Simon about his complete lack of coordination, Simon passing his oreo addiction onto Nick

- Abby adoring Tara and Darcy sm

- Rahim and Elle chatting about fashion + painting each other’s nails

- Tori and Pilar becoming besties, gossiping about their brothers

- Charlie eventually opening up to Lake about his eating disorders since it’s something she’s familiar with as well

- Bram and Charlie teasing their less academic boyfriends

- Tao acting super jealous at first, but eventually warming up to the new friends

- Mia and Elle hanging out a lot. Both are super chill and cool, with best fashion senses

- Nick N. running into Cal somewhere. They end up having emotional conversation about bisexuality

- Surprisingly, Tao and Felix becoming close. Both are extremely loyal and quirky. They also share love for weird movies

- Andrew acting protective around Charlie; he’s such a fierce ally and hearing about Char’s bad experiences with his rugby teammates made him sad

- Tara, Darcy and Charlie occasionally playing with Benji and Lucy’s band

- Endless tea versus coffee debates

- Nick and Charlie being the cutest and maybeee Victor and Benji get a little competitive around them

- everyone asking Simon for dating advice and he’s like bitch I’m just as clueless as you, just got lucky

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rainparadefromhell · 2 years

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okay so love victor s3 :

spoilers ahead!!!

i'm gonna be honest. i really didn't like this season. everything was full of cliches (i know the show was like this from the start but it was especially bad this season) and it seemed like the writers completely gave up. i feel bad bc this review will probably end up being very negative but it is what it is. i've seen mixed reactions from people but it's always interesting seeing someone enjoy something you didn't and see it from a different perspective.

so, i'm just going to briefly touch on the characters.

victor = oh boy. i get that he was confused but knowing that he was still hung up on benji..... like why didn't anyone advise him to be single for a little while. i guess that's a problem most people in that town have, lol. i hated how i barely remembered the new guy's (nick) name. i hated how they just used him for benji and victor drama. it was so obvious in the break up, too. like why was he smiling and flirting with the guy victor wanted to be a guru for (see i can't even remember his name!!!) 5 seconds later. he didn't even feel like a real person. anyway i couldn't care less about victor and benji, the same as before.

benji = i didn't see this coming but i did sort of, kinda like benji, a little bit this season... i liked that we found out more about him and his addiction. i also really liked him in scenes with rahim which just confirms my theory of rahim being the best character and making everyone better. honestly i thought the show would try to make them (benji and rahim) a thing for a second and i weirdly wasn't mad at it....

isabel and armando = ah my actual best friends! they were so so cute this season. i loved seeing isabel more confident in supporting victor even though i thought that setting him up with (checks notes) ahem nick, was a bad idea...but she is trying and she's pretty and i love her. armando<3 pls be my father. i loved the talk he had with pilar about their first daughter. it was very emotional. and i love that they are starting their own business. truly a highlight of the season!

mia and andrew = oof. i did like them overall but seeing andrew be willing to drop everything for one person made me sad. you can't think like that especially when you are that young. it's not a good message and the show acknowledges it, which is good. it's definitely a tricky situation and i get it.

felix = stanning felix weston is not just a hobby. it is a lifestyle. it is the smell of flowers and the sound of birds first thing in the morning... lol okay but fr now. he was really witty this season ("oh he's not a dick, he just wants dick..... thinking about victor? lake, i don't think you're his type", can't think of more but pls put some in the comments if you remember). what can i say? i love the guy. i just wish his relationship with victor wasn't kind of forgotten again :/ i also adore him and his mom! their relationship was everything. (i talk more about him and pilar in her section of the review).

pilar = my girl..... i loved pilar. i still kinda do but this was probably my biggest problem with the season. why. why did she break up with felix??? the reason did not make sense to me AT ALL. she said he chose her family over her?? just because he suggested to lay low for a while until things with her dad calm down? that's the right thing to do! it wasn't like he wanted to break up. and she completely freaked out. seeing her climb through his window and try to sleep with him out of pure insecurity about their relationship and feeling like she's losing him made me so sad.....she's a young teenage girl so i get it but like to not want be together even after some time passed and you thought about it more? it's like the writers couldn't think of a better reason and just did that. i was sad they didn't end up together but also their relationship was moving a bit quickly (saying i love you like 3, 4 episodes in?). they could've just have them be a cute no drama couple and let them say ily at the end of the season.......

lake and lucy = what a delight! their relationship was short but sweet. nothing really stood out for me about them except their break up scene which made me weirdly emotional?? i feel like the actresses reallllly did a good job, both of them. and i liked hearing a bit about lucy's life. i really related to wanting to run away from your town, lol. glad they didn't break up! the only thing i disliked was that weird ass kiss between lake and felix wth was that??? and they didn't even flinch, it was like it didn't happen. weird as hell.

rahim = ah! my other favorite character right next to felix. he found a bf. good for him! i do think it was weird the way him and victor got over their feelings for each other so quickly. but all of these characters do act like they've got amnesia every new scene they're in, so it makes sense, ig. his storyline with his mom and that homophobic relative (was it an uncle?) really touched me. the scene with his mom where he just said a simple "never again." as to let her know he does not want to hide who he is ever again was excellent! anthony keyvan is such a talent and i hope to see him in other things soon! wish the scene was longer, i almost teared up with him haha.

so to wrap things up, sadly i was annoyed with a lot of characters this season and i felt like the dynamic between some of them completely disappeared (mia and victor, felix and victor, victor's little brother was legit in like 2.5 scenes, i forgot he existed). i understand that the season and episodes are short but they just threw in a bunch of characters with honestly some pretty interesting and complicated issues and then just either left them hanging (like the guy victor and felix had the school project with who kissed victor?? where did that storyline go? or mia's mom?) or "solved" them with a corny speech/ friendship-is-magic-esque message. which is why the pilar and felix break up did not make sense. everyone was magically able to overcome every obstacle but they just broke up for such a dumb reason. i also hated the pop culture references. and yet again did not understand this huge love between victor and benji? this grand connection they shared. (was laughing at victor looking at that water fountain remembering when he first saw benji. i was like, really? you couldn't remember anything more special from your relationship? just him looking hot and walking? (i will say i understand why he remembered that - bc it is the first time he saw him, i get it, i just find their relationship very superficial and lacking substance). it would've been awesome for victor to end up single but oh well. it was a cute show overall (the 2 previous seasons at least) and i'm gonna miss some of the characters (mostly felix and rahim), but i will probably pretend this season doesn't exist bc it was a 2/10 for me :(

#love victor #love victor s3 #love victor spoilers #love victor season 3 #victor salazar #victor x rahim #pilar salazar #felix weston #victor x benji #mia brooks #andrew spencer #lake meriwether

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shelbbswrites · 2 years

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Before the Love, Victor trailer dropped, I wrote about Venji, Vahim, and why I want Season 3 to explore the love triangle MORE.

Also, I wrote about why I want Benji and Rahim to have storylines outside of any possible romantic relationship with Victor.

I really loved this article, and I hope you like it. Click the link to check it out!

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azurecanary · 2 years

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Huh, so everyone on this show (bar Lucy, Andrew and Rahim) has, or had, pretty terrible parents. Victor and Pilar had/have homophobic/ overprotective parents, Lake has an abusive mum, Mia has absent parents, Felix had a mum who couldn't take care of herself or her son, and Benji has a POS dad who he doesn't stand up to (which is ironic, given he gave Victor shit for the same thing).

Edit: okay I take it back, Rahim's mum isn't that great either.

Edit 2: nvm, she's back to being iconic.

#love victor #love victor spoilers #victor salazar #pilar salazar #felix weston #lake meriwether #mia brooks #benji campbell

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galaxiescolliding-blog · 2 years

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Love, Victor S3, Episode 8

- Velix XD

- Armando stress eating

- woah Armando being the ally we need

- oof guys don't be so awkward you love each other ahhh

- "Rahim, you have good style" - well spotted, Mando, well spotted

- of coooourse Victor hasn't prepared anything and has the whole speech in his mind and doesn't need notes for it???

- friend-iversaryyyy

- being brave means you aren't afraid to be scared

- ahahahaha Nick and Liam

- YESSS alright Víctor go tell Benji's dad!!

- Can Benji please scream at his father and tell him what a shitshow he pulled??

- omg I can already see the ending, Benji joining Victor in the ferris-wheel

- Victor should be a life coach, yes XD

- LAKE AND LUCY EVERYBODY YEAAAAH

- Victor is wearing the Simon jacket!!!!!

- KNEW IT!!

woooooow such a cute ending

#love victor #love victor season 3 #victor salazar #benji campbell #felix weston #lake meriwether #pilar salazar #rahim love victor #lucy love victor #isabel salazar #armando salazar #mia brooks #andrew spencer

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kiingdomforakiss · 2 years

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#dusty grace and penelope stern.#dusty:ships.#tatum webber and jasper sanders.#tatum:ships.#robin webber and althea mason.#robin:ships.#eric garica and benji pearson.#eric:ships.#alec plummer and athena richards.#alec:ships.#owen webber and georgia manning.#owen:ships.#wren willis and illiyana davis.#wren:ships.#coe whitemore and indigo kane.#coe:ships.#rosalee bernstein and kieran brooks.#rosalee:ships.

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infamoussparks · 6 days

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Chapter 6: Dead Ends & Decisions

Approx. 3220 words; 20 minute read

TRIGGER WARNING: Death

She had no names and she didn’t bother to collect the hidden emblem along her way. She was just here, standing outside on the grass and looking at the warehouse’s many windows and murals of spray paint and neon. She watched the students mingle, enter and exit the building for a few silent minutes and Lucky realized she had never felt more lonely than she did in this moment.

The time passed in strange, jarring movements as Delsin drove toward his destination. Fetch sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window. Eugene sat behind Fetch in the back bucket seat of the pickup truck, eyes glued to his phone. The silence was rough on Delsin and he wondered if the missing explosion of anger he had expected from his friends was just around the corner, or if they were simply too preoccupied with the situation at hand to even grant his faux pas of having secret visitation with the enemy for years any thought at all. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he waited for someone to say something. No one spoke.

He parked and the three exited the truck, following Delsin into the Seattle Inpatient Psychiatric Center. Fetch and Eugene remained quietly observant once checked in and issued visitation badges, while Delsin chatted with Nurse Elizabeth. Fetch scowled and Delsin caught her dagger glance in his peripheral. He added that to the list of mistakes he’d likely pay for in private.

After the three exited the elevator with Nurse Elizabeth, she led them to Ms. Augustine’s room and unlocked the door, ushering the trio inside. Then she ran her usual checks on the room and listed off the rules that Delsin knew by heart at this point.

And then she screamed.

The sound was so sharp it brought the view into focus in seconds and all three Heroes took in the sight before them in a quick inhale of breath.

Brook Augustine was dead.

A trickle of blood had dried down her chin but the damage was done. Fetch rushed to Nurse Elizabeth’s side to catch her and calm her before she passed out. Eugene was immediately taking photos as documentation for review in private later. Delsin was watching everyone else take action and simply found himself frozen in place as the realization settled into his olive skin. Someone likely murdered Augustine, killing off the only lead they may have had to connect the D.U.P. to Stratego.

Delsin crossed the room to Elizabeth and stood between her and the body, so the woman had no view of Augustine, “Who else was visiting before we arrived?”

Elizabeth was breathing quickly and Fetch was holding her upright. She did not answer.

“Lissa, please. Look at me,” Delsin lowered his voice and Elizabeth responded to the nickname, looking at him directly, “Who else was here?”

“Today? I… No one else. I would have seen it on the records outside…”

“Eugene, get the clipboard outside the door.” Delsin motioned to his friend and Eugene moved with speed, returning the clipboard to Delsin in a nearly fluid movement, blue glowing pixels trailing off the object.

Delsin glanced at the sign in sheet and Elizabeth was correct–no one else had been here today to visit Augustine. Upon flipping the page an unfamiliar name was listed as having been in very early this morning but was listed at the bottom of the previous dates’ log. Suspicious.

“Who is Cindy Signet?” Delsin read the name off the paper and then turned his gaze back to Elizabeth.

The nurse blinked hard and shook herself out of her trance slowly, “Miss Signet is Ms. Augustine’s niece.”

“Niece? I thought Augustine was a loner?” Fetch spoke up now, questioning the information at hand.

“No… I mean, Miss Signet called every week. She never visited, not while I was on the clock. I’ve only ever spoken to her over the phone,” Elizabeth countered.

Delsin narrowed his eyes at the nurse, “And what time did you start your shift today?”

“Eleven o’clock this morning.”

“Shit,” Delsin huffed the word out and straightened his posture, “Cindy signed in at 9AM this morning. And she’s never visited before?”

Elizabeth shook her head.

“We have our suspect. Eugene?”

“I’m running her name now. It looks like poison, cyanide is my guess, for the weapon of choice.”

Fetch took Elizabeth toward the door and began asking how she could help get police involved. Delsin was furious and curious and… sad. Augustine was not a great person but in the years of one-sided conversation the Akomish man had come to respect her in an odd way. And now, after years of keeping her hidden and safe, Augustine was dead. It hurt.

“We’ve gotta wait to give our testimony when the cops arrive,” Fetch sighed as she reentered the room alone. Elizabeth was gone to make the call.

“No, we don’t. We were never here,” Delsin started to leave the room and Eugene snapped his head at him on the way.

Eugene dropped his phone into his back pocket, “Delsin, we can’t just leave–”

“Trust me. It was part of the deal–I’m a ghost as much as she was. We’re leaving.”

The trio were long gone by the time the flashing blue and red lights flooded the entrance of the Seattle Inpatient Psychiatric Center.

“... breaking news now incoming about the fire at a local lab called Stratego. The building leveled to ash in a matter of moments. No leads on who or what caused the explosion but no reports of any injured or dead at this time. Police are on the scene and a full investigation is underway...”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Delsin was furious as the news broadcast update echoed in the office from the laptop speakers. Fetch had never seen him so angry before. She was still reeling from finding Augustine dead, murdered, this morning. And as they were about to sort through the mess themselves, Eugene had quickly pulled the news up on the laptop in a flurry of fingers and with a look of intense disbelief, his cell phone discarded on the desk in favor of the larger screen as though that would make the news any more real.

“Are you kidding me? Stratego is a pile of ash and Augustine is dead on the same day?” Fetch grumbled. This was not a coincidence.

“It’s real. It’s not a dream, right?” Eugene was glancing between the screen and his friends.

“FUCK.” Delsin shouted and slammed the laptop shut then immediately began pacing the room.

Fetch exchanged a look with Eugene that registered the fact that they were both uncomfortable with Delsin’s intensity right now.

“Okay, let’s be rational here,” Fetch crossed her arms loosely over her chest and shifted her weight to her other leg, her hips swinging with the movement.

Delsin inhaled loudly and held it as he paused in his footsteps. He turned to face her and breathed out slowly, seeming to find and slowly reclaim his calm, “Yeah. Yeah, what do we know?”

“We have a suspect. Two, actually. Cindy Signet and Celia,” Fetch stated.

Eugene cleared his throat, “One, actually.”

Fetch gave him a pointed look, “What do you mean?”

“Cindy Signet isn’t a real person. No one exists with that name in any system that links Seattle and Stratego or the D.U.P. database.”

Delsin inhaled again, hands coming to rest behind his head, fingers interlacing and his beanie sliding backwards just slightly with the frustration.

Fetch cocked her head at the information as though she hadn’t quite understood, “Cindy isn’t real. Great. So we have Celia and her band of idiots as our suspects, then.”

“Fetch,” Delsin breathed her name and when she turned her attention back to him she realized his eyes were closed, “We know Celia has a history of murder but I can’t see her hurting Augustine. That woman was like a mother to her. A shitty one, but one all the same. Which means either she sent one of her group to do the job or she was distracted and whoever Cindy really is took out Augustine this morning.”

“... To prevent us from getting the connection. This was a scheme to stop us.” Eugene slowly added on.

Fetch watched Delsin’s eyes flutter open and he dropped his hands to his sides, defeated. She glanced back to Eugene and watched as the Video conduit opened the laptop, checking quickly for damage, before typing away.

“We have an unknown then. Conduit?” Fetch asked.

“I don’t think so… would you murder someone with poison if you had a power you could leave as a calling card instead?” Eugene’s face paled the second the words were out of his mouth and Fetch narrowed her eyes at him in a flash of betrayal.

“Wanna tell me how you really feel, Gameboy?”

“I-I didn’t mean… I just meant…”

“He’s right,” Delsin interrupted. Fetch glanced at him and raised an eyebrow urging him to continue, “Celia would have left a dove and there wasn’t one. The kid who knocked you out would have left a calling card for sure. And the two you said made you blow up our entrance accidentally also seem like the type to let us know they had been there. So, this fake-Cindy is human.”

“And if it was done to just prevent us from finding the connection between the D.U.P. and Stratego that means two things are true,” Eugene interjected, “One, there absolutely was a connection scrubbed from the files; and two, fake-Cindy is likely done with murders so we don’t have to worry about her right now. I’ll send an anonymous tip to the Seattle Police.”

Delsin nodded and Fetch moved around the desk to look out the window and toward the grounds below. The students had been more on edge since the show with fake-Delsin and she had noticed more of them spent time away from the warehouse than within it lately. Loyalty had been challenged in a matter of minutes and unfortunately it was costing the warehouse.

“... Then Stratego? Leveled in minutes is definitely a conduit thing.” She spoke to the glass, focus lost to the few students outside.

“Agreed,” Delsin spoke up, “Eugene, scrub the news outlet features and see if you can find any calling cards in the footage. I’d suggest we pay the site a visit ourselves but it would link us to the act, unfortunately. And we don’t have time to deal with interrogations right now. Not if we plan on actually helping the Seattle conduit population.”

Fetch turned her attention on Delsin and caught his eyes in a stare, “We gotta work on rebuilding the trust first.”

Delsin sighed and shifted his glance to the desk, “Yeah… what a mess.”

All three conduits exhaled in unison. What a mess indeed.

“... That's another thing…” Eugene cleared his throat and all eyes were on him, “I’ve been trying to track our stolen emblem but with so many students off campus now I can’t locate it.”

Fetch blew air up at her fringe and rolled her eyes. More deadends, great.

“Keep looking. We’ll get the students back on campus now that we have a loose conduit out there. I can’t have anyone blaming our school for that so-called accident. We’ll send a campus-wide email and prepare a statement.”

Fetch looked back at Delsin and saw the frustration building behind his eyes. Everything seemed to be crashing against him now like upset waves in the Sound.

“Hey,” Fetch called out softly and both men looked her way, “We’ll get through this. Together.”

It felt wrong to be here without a mask, without a mission. Lucky knew she would pay dearly for not only breaking the rules but also for being here alone. At the warehouse.

The construction of the front entrance was underway and the missile hole was smaller today than it had been last night. But Lucky wasn’t here to document that process. She was looking for someone, someone she had noticed the previous night before she hexed Fetch with a spurt of bad luck.

After Orion had Fetch’s attention, Lucky had slipped into the crowd and disappeared among the gathered students. She knew her luck power had a passive radius of 3-feet/91.5cm and she needed to act fast. She spread her power as evenly as possible, granting anyone close to the entrance good luck to avoid the incoming attack that wasn’t on anyone’s radar just yet.

It was during this time that Lucky felt something tug at her power, something small and unusual. It was rare that something could pull Lucky’s focus in such a sharp manner but something pulled her attention and she turned around in time to catch a glance from a very small student. This tiny girl was a toddler–maybe 4 or 5 if Lucky had to guess. She held her gaze with piercing gray eyes and then she was lifted into the air by a man who followed the little one’s gaze directly to Lucky. At first his dark-skinned expression was blank as he seemed to see past her mask, trying to place her face. It was… not ideal for Lucky and she blinked at the pair. Then the man flashed her a bright smile, something honest, something gentle. Lucky felt that tug again but before she could process it further her attention was suddenly pulled to her brother via a bright flash of pinks and purples and she realized her time was up. It was up to the students under her spell to react quickly.

Lucky moved so fast, a flash of sparks against the evening until she gathered herself behind the Neon conduit focusing on a bad luck hex that sent Fetch’s next action astray. Lucky had worked her magic so discreetly and so perfectly, no one was hurt in the explosion and she and her brother escaped without a tail.

But she couldn’t shake the faces of the small girl and the man she had shared a glance with. And now she found herself drawn back to the warehouse in search of them.

“What am I doing here?” The words were quiet as they breathed from her lips. She shouldn’t have come back to the scene of the crime. She knew that was the first mistake any criminal made in her beloved crime podcasts but she felt inexplicably drawn here.

“Hey! It’s you!”

Lucky was pulled from her thoughts and she spun on her heels and there he was. The guy with the small child. It felt like magic, like fate. Like a cruel joke. She shouldn’t be here.

“Oh, hi. I’m glad you’re okay,” they were honest words and Lucky glanced over the man in a sweep of her dark brown eyes, then looked past him for a moment, “Where is your… sister? The little girl who was with you?”

“Caly? Oh, I’m just babysitting her for a bit, we aren’t related. She’s fine, too. We were inside before the explosion happened,” he answered so openly and without hesitation, it felt like they had known each other for years instead of just meeting for the first time, “My name’s Benji, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you on campus before last night.”

“Lucky. My name is Lucky and no… I’m not a student, yet,” It felt bad to lie to Benji so Lucky simply gave half-truths instead, “I’m glad you're both okay.”

Benji offered her that same, genuine smile he had given her the night prior and it disarmed her in a second. Lucky felt her walls crumble and suddenly she remembered something. Something important.

“Caly… she’s in trouble.”

Benji’s smile faltered and he suddenly looked intense as though some secret code word had been passed between them. He reached out to her and took her hand, tugging her away from the warehouse and to a quieter area out of earshot of most of the students.

“How do you know?”

Lucky did not drop his hand. It was warm and she suddenly needed his contact as though she would falter without it. “I’ve seen her photo and her file. She’s being hunted, Benji. You need to keep her safe.”

Her file had been on the desk when Celia had called an emergency meeting this morning warning everyone to lay low. Something had happened between last night and this afternoon and this file had something to do with it but Lucky had stayed offline and missed the news feed. All she knew for certain was that the little girl in the photo was the same one she had seen at the warehouse and now she understood the tug of fate–she had needed to warn Benji.

Benji narrowed his eyes at her and his lips set in a thin line as though he were accepting this information as his personal mission. He also did not drop her hand, a fact Lucky clung to.

“You should come with me and let Fetch and the others know,” Benji suggested.

Lucky paled at the name and then shook her head quickly, “Fetch and I… I’m not her favorite person right now. But you can give her the heads up yourself. Just… Keep my name out of it.”

“Why?”

“I’m not supposed to be here but I needed to check to make sure you–everyone was okay.” Lucky caught herself and searched Benji’s eyes. He didn’t seem to notice her slip.

“Yeah, okay,” Benji nodded and released his grip on her hand. Lucky immediately felt the loss of contact like a knife to her chest. He seemed to grow concerned for her, “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

The question caught her off-guard. Benji was incredibly good at reading her. Or maybe that was his ability? Lucky couldn’t be sure but she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to keep secrets from him. So instead she reached into her pocket and pulled out a single origami dove and placed it into his palm, folding his fingers around it.

“I’m better now, thanks. Take care of Caly,” Lucky held his gaze and with the contact still present, his warm hand between her own, she passed along her power in a sweep of a decision she knew she may regret, “Good luck, Benji.”

Her eyes flashed quickly with silver crescent moons in a moment as though the light shifted in her irises. Benji blinked and placed the paper into his pocket without looking at it, breaking the hold of her hands on his.

“I don’t need luck, Lucky,” Benji breathed, “I just need–” Lucky watched Benji swallow his words as though he caught his confession in his throat and then he fell silent.

“Please tell Fetch and the others to be cautious. Caly is in danger, this is important,” And the celestial-luck conduit turned around and started to leave. She wondered if Benji would reach out to her, or call her back, but he did neither and she didn’t feel the tug anymore at the edge of her abilities as she left.

“It’s Caly,” Benji spoke urgently to the office of Heroes, having burst through the door without knocking, “She’s in danger being here.”

Fetch, Delsin and Eugene exchanged glances and then Delsin spoke to Fetch.

“Call Rosaline. Now.”

#infamous second son #infamous sparks #infamous fic #delsin rowe #fetch walker #eugene sims #brooke augustine #celia penderghast #Lucky Stella #benji duncan #looks like something is amiss

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