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megalony · 4 years

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What was her name?

This is a firefighter! Ben Hardy AU imagine that I hope everyone will enjoy, feedback is always appreciated.

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Summary: (Y/n) takes care of Ben when he comes home late from a rough shift where something happened that he never had to deal with before.

Warning: Mentions of death, detailed death scene.

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A swell of relief rattled through (Y/n) like a tidal wave when she heard the unmistakable sound of the lock on the front door chiming. She had been waiting for hours to hear that sound and now that it was the only thing she could hear, it was unlocking a torrent of anger that was flushing through her body.

He should have been home almost four hours ago.

Four hours of nothing, no text, no call, no facetime like he sometimes did, there was nothing to give (Y/n) any indication that he was going to be late, that he was okay or even if he was hurt. Anything could have happened in those four hours and up until now (Y/n) was beginning to think that it had. He had the nerve to lecture her about when she was as late as this with no warning because he was worried or they were late or something happened but when it was him, he didn't have to tell her anything.

The moment the front door opened, (Y/n) got to her feet, no longer feeling like she was drained of all her energy and about to drop off to sleep. Now she felt re-energised with anger and confusion and a fire ready to burn and lecture her husband. She reached down and tugged her shorts lower down her legs from where they had risen up but the moment she bustled into the hallway, all the words piling up in her mouth suddenly evaporated.

There was no longer any air left in her lungs that felt like they were shrivelling up in her chest causing a sudden burst of pain. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around her chest to try and take away the pain as her body stooped over just a little.

"Ben?" There was a fearful tone to her quiet whisper when just seconds ago she had been ready to give him a piece of her mind, despite the kids being asleep upstairs. Now she felt like she didn't hold any power or energy at all as if everything had been drained and she was hollow and afraid of what had happened to her husband.

Her fearful eyes took in his dishevelled state to try and form a picture of what had happened to him, but this wasn't right. He never came home like this. He was still in his uniform. His fluorescent yellow overalls were still clad on his legs with the braces still strapped on his shoulders. His matching yellow jacket was dumped on the floor beside him, but both of them were coated in soot, smoke and dust with patches looking like they had been burnt. His hands were black with speckles of blood rising to the surface but they were shaking horribly as they hung limply at his sides.

Ben's usually fluffy, curly blond hair was now encrusted with dirt and smoke making it look crusty like it had hairspray glued to it and horrible black dye that hadn't worked properly. There were a few strands hanging around his face but they didn't hide his features like they seemed to try to do.

His vibrant green eyes were dull and cracked, with the whites of his eyes now red and sore from both tears and smoke making them irritable. The skin around his eyes was scratched but still black from soot. There were blotches of pink and red around his face and his sharp jawline, but his nose, cheeks and forehead were almost fully black with speckles of brown that went all the way down his neck and beneath his vest.

What made (Y/n) want to scream was the way that his tears slowly trickled down his face and left small traces down his cheeks that were paler and were ridding his face of the dust.

"W-what's happened?" (Y/n) swallowed harshly as she slowly and tentatively approached her seemingly broken husband. The moment she placed her shaking hands to his face, a broken sob escaped Ben's lips that sounded more like a broken howl. His body was trembling, his lower lip wobbling and his eyes were now squeezed shut as he wrapped his arms tightly around (Y/n)'s frame and glued himself to her. He tucked his dirt-ridden face into her neck as (Y/n) tightly wrapped her arms around his chest, fearing that at any moment he was going to collapse onto her and she wouldn't be able to hold him up.

Ben never came home like this.

He was a firefighter, he saw burning buildings, broken people needing help and he went into the fires of Hell almost every day for a living. He was bound to be broken at some point, but never like this.

Ben never came home in his overalls, they stayed at the station to get cleaned and hung up in his locker, he got changed there, not here. He never came home with soot and smoke covering his body either, he got a shower at the station after his shift ended instead of driving home looking and smelling like a wreck. And Ben certainly never came home crying. He had been very lucky for the past four years he had been in this job, he only had two people in his four years that he couldn't save and he had only had to carry out a handful of people who had passed away before they got there. Ben never needed any time off or therapy for these incidents and he never felt as broken as some of his friends had been due to this job.

His lucky streak seemed to have ended now because it was very evident that something had happened today.

"Did you lose someone?" (Y/n) slowly pulled away enough so that she could take Ben's face in her hands again, leaning her forehead against his own as he barely managed to nod. It was clear he wasn't ready to talk and that was okay, (Y/n) needed to get him cleaned up and calmed down first more than anything else.

Taking his hand in her own as gently as she could manage, (Y/n) turned around and slowly guided Ben up the stairs without saying anything. She bit down on her lower lip to smother a cry when she felt his other hand wrapping around her arm and his chest pressing up against her back. He reminded her of a child clinging to their mother when they had fallen or were upset about something.

Reaching the top of the stairs, (Y/n) turned left and quietly opened the bathroom door, turning the light on before she guided Ben inside. Sitting him down on the toilet, (Y/n) turned around and turned on the shower, she had to clean all the smoke and dust from his skin. If he had any cuts or burns then they could get infected by the dust or the grit he had clinging to his skin.

When (Y/n) kneeled down in front of him to help him take off his clothes, she noticed his eyes watching her with such sorrow filling them that she couldn't help but let a tear escape. The way that a curl fell in front of his eye made him look so broken but sweet like he was conflicted and it hurt. (Y/n) was never normally the one to take care of Ben because he was never broken like this, he always held himself together. But tonight, he couldn't hold all of the broken pieces on his own.

Ben silently allowed (Y/n) to pull him to his feet and guide him to the shower as he watched her strip down so she could join him. The moment the hot water started to hit against his skin, Ben slumped down until he was sat on the floor. He tucked his head into his knees as another sob wracked his frame, the heat and steam from the water made him feel like he was back in the building he had been in only hours ago. He could feel the steam turning into smoke like black fog around him that prevented his eyes from seeing his surroundings. He could feel the heat turning into blazing temperatures of the hundreds of small and large fires dotted around the building.

The small space of the shower made him feel like he was penned in by a fire or by broken pieces of wood and brick without means of escape.

A shiver ran down Ben's spine when he felt (Y/n)'s lips pressing to his shoulder and her arms slowly winding around his frame. Keeping his eyes snapped closed, Ben let some of the tension leave his muscles as he leaned his head against her chest, allowing her to envelope herself around him like she was physically hugging all of his broken pieces together so he didn't fall apart.

(Y/n) didn't know how long they spent sat there with her hugging him to her chest, but after a while, she pulled back to grab the shampoo. She watched as Ben tipped his head back and his features seemed to relax when she slowly carded her fingers into his hair, scratching her nails against his scalp to make sure she was getting all of the much and grime from his hair. She spent far too long slowly and methodically scrubbing the shampoo into his locks but neither of them had the will to care.

When the shampoo was all washed out of his hair and it had taken away most of the muck and smoke, (Y/n) grabbed the sponge and soap so she could start cleaning his skin.

Ben's eyes finally opened to look at her but she couldn't quite work out the emotions in his eyes. She slowly cleaned his neck and shoulders before running the sponge down to his arms, taking her time and being very gentle with his lower arms and hands that were covered in burns. It was normal for Ben to have burns and bruises and scrapes along his skin but something about these ones tonight felt and looked different.

When his body was as clean as she could manage, (Y/n) rinsed the soap from the sponge before daring to try and clean Ben's face. She gently held his chin and turned his head so he was looking at her and his saddened eyes reminded her of a lost soul. His eyes fell closed so (Y/n) could wipe away the black smears from his skin and clean his eyes that needed a lot of care because when the black smears were gone, they left red blotches like rashes beneath his now damaged eyes.

Dropping the sponge beside her, (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she knelt at his side, pressing her cheek against the top of his head as she felt Ben's hands holding her arm tightly.

What had happened to him?

She pressed slow, wet kisses against his face and neck as Ben tipped his head back against the wall of the shower, his eyes staying closed but his muscles were clearly relaxing.

They must have been in the shower for at least an hour before a silent agreement passed between them that it was time to get out. (Y/n) quickly dried herself down and got back into her pyjamas but Ben simply wrapped a towel around his waist and sat down on the toilet with his head back in his hands. A slow, methodical drip started to fall from his hair onto the floor making a tapping sound that seemed to entrance Ben right until (Y/n) kneeled in front of him and slowly began to dry his hair for him. She dried him down, pressing kisses to various parts of his body as she went before she grabbed the medical box from the cupboard above the sink.

A peaceful silence enveloped the couple as (Y/n) stayed kneeling between Ben's legs, carefully applying burn cream to both his hands before she wrapped a roll of bandage around them. She squeezed more of the cream onto her hand and slowly rubbed it into Ben's arms and then onto his jaw and forehead like she was giving him a massage.

Pouring more of the cream into the palm of her hand, (Y/n) looked down at Ben's right foot that was rather damaged. There were scrapes along his ankle that looked like pieces of wood had scratched the skin but there were small flecks of burnt skin around his ankle and on top of his foot like small fires or small pieces of burning material had managed to get through his boot and reach down to his skin. His foot flinched away from her hand when she gently applied the cream before putting some antiseptic scream over the top which clearly stung. Finally, (Y/n) wrapped a roll of bandage around his ankle and foot before she was done with the damaged limb.

Turning her attention back to the medical box, (Y/n) grabbed a bottle of solution and dabbed it onto a cotton pad before delicately placing the pad against Ben's eyes. He quietly hissed and pulled his head back but he tried to stay still as (Y/n) dabbed the solution onto his irritated red skin to try and soothe the pain he must be feeling.

When she was finished, (Y/n) slowly got to her feet and held her hand out for Ben. He seemed to debate it for a moment before he finally took hold of her hand and let her guide him out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. (Y/n) found some boxers and one of Ben's plain shirts for him to wear and he tiredly got into them without saying anything at all.

He hadn't spoken one word to her since he got home.

"Do you want to talk about it?" (Y/n) stood between his legs as he sat on the end of the bed, his hands resting on her hips as he stared up at her with a blank expression like he couldn't understand her. She rested her hands on his neck as she patiently waited for him to either open up or simply shake his head and dismiss the subject. If Ben didn't feel like he could talk about it then (Y/n) wasn't going to push the subject because it was his choice but she would be here if he ever needed to talk.

Ben gently pulled on (Y/n)'s hips until she got the hint and moved so she was sitting on his lap, resting her legs either side of his own.

"T-there was a girl, only Tammy's age... she wouldn't climb out the window so I climbed in. I tried to get her out b-but she wouldn't go, I carried her down the stairs but the fire... I got her out but..." Ben's lips twitched at the corners like strings were pulling them downwards before they unleashed a sob. He leaned forward and tucked his head into (Y/n)'s chest as he held her tighter than he had ever done before.

Tammy and James were their twins and they were six, this little girl Ben tried to save was around the same age and she reminded Ben of Tammy. If it was his girl trapped in there he would have wanted someone to go and get her out and try make her feel calm and safe. He did his best but she wouldn't get out through the window so he took her down past the fire because he needed to get her out, but she didn't make it.

"Oh baby. That's not your fault, you did your job..." (Y/n) kissed his hair as she knotted her hand in the scruffs of hair at the back of his head, trying her best to calm him down but she could feel the tears falling from her eyes too.

"I can s-still feel her in my arms... if that was Tammy-"

"Hey, you haven't lost Tammy, she's tucked up safe in bed. You were with that girl when she passed and you've clearly tried your best to get her out. Sshh, it's okay, it's okay I promise." (Y/n) slowly swayed them side to side as she held Ben as carefully as she could manage so she didn't inflict any more pain upon him. There was nothing more that she could say to try and console him, all she could offer was her presence and promise she wasn't going to let him go.

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"I'll get her out the front."

"Ben get over here now! Ben- fuck!" Joe screamed the words through the window as loudly as he could muster but it only allowed the smoke to creep into his lungs and cause a torrent of coughs to follow his words. He leaned his body into the window but it was too late, Ben had disappeared out of the door that was about to fall off its hinges. "Get round the front, he coming out the door!"

This wasn't the plan of action they were meant to be following. Ben should have only climbed through that window to go and get the girl and bring her out through the window. The crane was here to get everyone out because the ladder wouldn't reach to the fifth floor. Ben should have passed the girl over to Joe, no matter if she was screaming or crying out of fear, he shouldn't be going through the building because of the fire.

"I'm scared."

"Sshh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm gonna get you out to your mum now."

Just three more flights of broken stairs to get down and then they would be at the door. Three more flights of steps that were caving in from broken wood that was burnt to ashes.

One more flight to go down with a damaged ankle and a burnt boot that was letting ash and flickers of flames in to greet his foot through his sock from where his foot had stomped right through one of the stairs on the previous staircase. All he had to do was get down these stairs and across the hall to the front door with the little girl in his arms who was coughing up a storm against his shoulder.

"Get him out, get him out!"

Ben could hear Joe's voice like a beacon calling his name to guide him out of the flames he had to weave through to reach the door that had been broken down. The moment he was out, the fresh air mixed with the smoke made his head spin and caused his knees to give way just as someone took the little girl from his arms.

He allowed a blanket to be draped over his shoulders as he pressed his head into his knees to calm down his breathing like Joe had taught him in the beginning. He felt Joe's hand rubbing up and down his back as his breathing started to even out again and his chest no longer felt like it was burning from the inside out. Ben had to rub at his eyes with the base of his hands to get rid of the soot and smoke that was making them irritable and clouding his vision. With a deep but crackling breath, Ben pushed his head up so he was straightened up as he scanned his eyes around the burning scenery to try and find the little girl.

The relief he had felt of getting them both out of the building dwindled into nothing like the fires being evaporated by the water when he saw Samual kneeling over the girl.

The little girl who trusted Ben to carry her out of there was now laid on her back with a small piece of plastic over her mouth and nose that Ben knew all too well. It was a sheet used to do CPR so oxygen could pass from one to another without smoke or fluids or vomit getting in the way.

She wasn't breathing.

But Ben had heard her coughing into his shoulder, he had felt her hurried breaths pushing against his own. He felt her arms wrapped tightly around his neck like Tammy always did when he was calming her down or carrying her somewhere. She told him she was scared and he told her it was okay, she had told him she wanted him to stay with her and he did, she couldn't not be breathing now.

Ben flung the blanket from his shoulders, scraping his knees against the gravel in order to push himself into a crouching position so he could stumble over to the girl when Samual shook his head. They couldn't do this to him.

He only took the stairs because she wouldn't go out of the window, she didn't like heights and she thought she was going to fall or that the crane would break. She wanted Ben to stay with her and he thought the stairs was the quickest way to get her to safety rather than frighten her and force her out of the window if she was only going to protest. He had tried to save her life, he didn't mean to be the reason it ended.

No one stopped him when he tried to do the CPR himself but Ben had taken in far too much smoke to be able to breathe for himself, let alone try and give his breaths to another. His shaking, dirt-covered hands pressed to her small fragile chest but his compressions didn't restart her heart like he had hoped.

Her dark brown hair was now black and tangled in knots around her head, her chocolate eyes weren't open anymore to show Ben she was okay and trusting her life in his hands. Her cream coloured skin was now grey and black with a trail of blood leading down from both her temple and one from her lips when the plastic sheet was removed. The white and pink pyjamas she was wearing were now tattered and frailing at the ends with black patches and grey soot covering them.

Joe reached over for his friend but pulled away when Ben screamed like the world had just ended right before him. He had never lost someone like this before. His scream turned into a choked gasp which then turned into a lack of breathing, but it didn't seem to do anything as his jaw still hurt from how far it had dropped. His muscles tightened, his eyes screwed shut and his lungs tried to push out any air they could manage as a silent but very deadly scream tumbled from his lips.

No one dared tell Ben to stop or to move when he gently picked the little girl up so he could hold her like he was trying to comfort either her or himself.

No one spoke but everyone watched as he leaned himself up against the brick wall of the building that was no longer on fire, his head tipping back against the stones as he cradled the girl in his arms. Her head hung over his arm like her neck had been snapped and her legs were laying limply over his own but his hands were rubbing up and down her arms like he was trying to wake her up.

A course of 'I'm sorry' tumbled from Ben's lips for what felt like hours as his bleak eyes blurred the vision before him. Allowing him to see but not to register all the people walking and running past in a hurry, trying to get victims into ambulances and other colleagues of his making sure the fire was out and everyone was safe and accounted for. Time seemed to speed past in front of Ben's eyes before Joe finally kneed back down beside him, his own fear pulling at his chest as his friend looked like he had died too.

Ben wasn't moving a single muscle, not even his eyes that were unfocused and broken like glass marbles in his sockets. His head was tipped back like he had just been slumped against the wall and discarded, his arms were so tight around the girl's frame that they looked stiff like he was dead. His legs were stretched out in front of him but they weren't moving, not even his foot was jittering. His head was tilted at an angle towards his right which allowed his broken eyes to stare down at the girl whose life had been lost because he tried to save her.

"Can the paramedics take her now Ben?" Joe whispered the words gently in case his friend was in some sort of shell shock or a trance but when the paramedic tried to take the little girl, Ben's arms tightened around her and his eyes started to water.

He seemed to become unstuck, his head turning so he was staring properly at the little girl as he cradled her closer to his chest, moving his hand to brush his thumb over her cheek. His body started to lean side to side as a broken howl left his lips as he wondered what he had done.

"What was her name?"

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txemrn · 4 years

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Catalyst

a Prequel to the Nanny Affair

Chapter 2: Covalence

Need to catch up? Chapter 1: Acquiesce

Rating: 18+ (Mature Audiences only)

Word count: 3255(+/-)

Warning: language; sexually suggestive language; mention of physical abuse, drug abuse, assault and adoption

"Alright, Pine Shadow family, here are your finalists!" Principal Larson's voice booms over the gym speakers. One would think he's announcing a night of rough and rumble with the WWE rather than announcing the award winners for a middle school science fair. Regardless, his enthusiasm is contagious much to the science departments delight. "Let's give them a big Wildcat round of applause for all of their hard work!"

As the audience abrupts into cheers, there she sits, melting into her chair as her knees bounce feverishly in fear. Her French-braided hair accompanies a denim headband, keeping the stray strands of brilliant wheat out of her gray eyes. Against her mother's disgust, she picks at the rubberbands attached to the hardware in her mouth. In her young 12-year-old mind, the audience seems to be doubling--no, tripling in size.

She worries if her hard work will payoff with a shiny blue ribbon--if any ribbon at all. Mrs. Ferguson and Coach Kincaid gave her nods of approval when she created elemental silver from the glucose mixture and Tollen's reagent-- who wouldn't be impressed with a 6th grader with an advanced passion for chemistry? But still, she worries.

"And," the principal continues, "our first place winner is--" The anticipation thickens the air as every movement seems to propel through space in slow motion. Like a dramatic montage of Rudy sacking the Georgia Tech quarterback to clutch the W for Notre Dame, or an injured Danny LaRusso crane-kicking Johnny Lawrence to become the All-Valley Karate Champion: this was her field; this was her stadium; this was her Hail Mary. All of the hours of research at the library; all of the frantic trips to the hobby store; the redundant presentation practices; the late evenings followed by the early mornings accompanied with the inevitable break downs. It all came down to this.

"Our first place winner is… Brynn Schuyler!" The applause is defeaning as time seems to stop. Did she hear the principal correctly? The name sounded very familiar--like her own name!

"Brynn Schuyler!" Did she really just win the coveted first place ribbon at the science fair? She froze, her tiny little body unable to process the abundance of emotion she was encountering all at once.

"Where is Brynn?" Outside of being gifted her hamster and her mom letting her wear clear lipgloss, this is the most incredible day of her life--

She feels a tap on her shoulder. "Ma'am?" The veiled-look from her eyes washes away; the clouds around her head vanish. Reality hits. "Are you Brynn Schuyler?" She feels the warmth of rose flood over her fair complexion as the barista interrupts her morning ritual: reminiscing.

"Uh--yes," as she brushes her fingers over her brow, as if to create a shield to her embarrassment.

Smooth. Real smooth, Brynn.

She quickly brightens, extending her hands, "I'm sorry. That's--"

"Iced venti white mocha latte with a blueberry muffin… and two mini cinnamon maple scones?"

I don't know what would be nicer: reading out my order for everyone to hear or calling me a 'fatass'.

"--me. Yes, thank you," she whispers with gnashed teeth behind a courtesy grin. As she slithers back down into her seat at the local coffee house, Brynn hides the pastries in her backpack, keeping them well within her reach as she continues to work: scouring the wanted ads.

Next Tuesday makes four months of no job and no steady income. She has been on seven 'promising' interviews with no avail. She is able to keep her bill collector's away with her savings account, but even that was beginning to dwindle like her existence.

Brynn is a scientists, a chemist to be exact--or at least she was. Her love for science led her from the suburbs of 'the City of Brotherly Love' to the University of Massachusetts at Amherst where she studied education. Her dream was to impose the wonders of science on young minds as they experienced the physical world around them. But, after her personal observation of the devastation of Alzheimer's disease with her grandmother, she took an unexpected internship with the Massachusetts's Alzheimer's Disease Research Center. She realized she didn't want to just teach science; she wanted to do science. One Master's degree in Chemistry later, she was well on way to making a real difference in the world. Or so she thought.

'Benson's BBQ: Host needed'--maybe. 'Browning Steel: Welder with experience'--no. 'Bus Depot: driver wanted, great benefits'--no. 'Cutshall Clearance Store--stalker needed'-- surely they don't mean 'stalker', but they may need an ad editor.

She had scored the chance of a lifetime when she was hired on as one of the first female level I Chemists at the Lincoln Laboratory at MIT. She quickly graduated from fetching coffee, dry cleaning and business lunches for her superiors--also known as a research assistance--to finally being a project manager of her very own, very first multi-million dollar research study. But after twenty-months with no success, the funding was pulled on the project, the wind knocked out of her sails. The punches didn't stop there: her team of men threw her under the metaphorical bus and it was 'off with her head,' her moment of glory now over. She often feels foolish that she thought she could actually make a difference in the world; even worse, she felt agonizing guilt for being a woman that couldn't hang in a man's world, feeling as if she was responsible for a sudden shift backwards in equality.

'Danny's Barber Shop: receptionist'--maybe. 'Danny's Cake Decorating: baker'--no. 'Danny's XXX videos: call for details'-- uh, Mr. Danny has his dick in one too many pies.

Bzzt.

Saved by the text.

She giggles to herself in seeing she has a message from her roommate Jenny. Knowing that this is about to become a full-on text conversation, probably more suitable for an actual phone call, Brynn folds up her marked-up paper, and stretches her legs. She grabs her second scone, placing it into her mouth to hold as she piles her greasy hair into messy bun on top of her head, secured with a pen.

She swipes across her spider-cracked screen; the message: 'Turn around whore! ;-P'

"Brynny!" Brynn ducks as if she is about to be hit. "I thought that was your Corolla parked outside!"

"Jenny! You scared me!" She exhales loudly. "What are you doing awake? It's--" Brynn looks at her phone, "holy shit! Is it really almost noon?" She has no place to be; she just hates the feeling of time slipping by unnoticed, especially with her not being an active participant in life these days.

"I'm sorry, girl--"as she sits her coffee cup down at Brynn's commandeered table, "And you're right--I should probably still be asleep." She stifles a yawn, "I had a very busy night--"

"At the bar?" Brynn raises an eyebrow, "Or with Xavier?" her lips curling into a knowing grin.

Xavier is the first intact penis Jenny had ever been with--and she was loving it. It had been the topic of conversation during their 3AM chats this week, but when Jenny didn't come home from her shift at the bar last night, Brynn automatically knew Jenny must be exploring the new uncharted territory at his place.

"I didn't--I mean--" Jenny let's out a scoff. "Fine. Both."

A giddy Brynn scoots her chair closer. "Ooooo do tell."

"I--" Jenny pauses for dramatic effect, "happen to have a very--"

"Insatiable appetite? Ferocious needs?" Brynn giggles as she wraps her delicate fingers around her straw, gradually sliding them up and down its length.

Jenny clears her throat, straightening out her overall posture. "I was going to say, 'healthy sex life,' but since you have to be a thirsty bitch about it--" she leans in closely to Brynn, grabbing the remains of her scone. She flanges her lips around the breakfast pastry, fluttering her eyes closed, finally letting out a soft moan when she takes a nibble. "Oh honey, he was ferocious." She draws a sip from her hot coffee before lowering her voice. "And he satiated my appetite very… very… well."

Brynn jokingly sticks her fingers in her ears, pretending to be disgusted, yet squealing in excitement. Jenny playfully hits her arm as the two women uncontrollably giggle as they continue to enjoy each other's company.

Jenny Browder and Brynn Schuyler were a very unlikely pair. They met in undergrad in a entry-level sociology course during their first semester freshmen year. Of the two, Brynn was mature and focused, especially when it came to her education. Often times, she had to be the voice of reason with a newly uncaged and untamed Jenny who was more concerned with socializing and drinking.

Jenny was brought up in a strict, Fundamentalist household, the kind that saw dancing and playing cards as evil. She somehow convinced her parents that God was calling her to attend UMass after a life-long career of being homeschooled. It was 'Goodbye, long dresses,' and, 'Hello, Bombshell Bra.'

She never returned back home. Even when she failed out after Sophomore year, she packed up her guitar and headed for Nashville to become a star. The two friends had quickly turned back into strangers.

Brynn will never forget they day Jenny stumbled back into her life. In the midst of grad school, Brynn had volunteered at a free/low-cost community health clinic offered to lower-socioeconomic families. Jenny was waiting outside the facility, chain-smoking her last four cigarettes. Brynn was unloading testing equipment when she recognized a very familiar purple butterfly tattoo.

"Jenny?" Hearing her name, she instantly responded. She looked so different--older even, weathered. Her once-lustrous auburn hair looked as if it hadn't seen a brush--or soap, for that matter-- in weeks. Her eyes had lost their glow, surrounded by gray bags. Even though she kept her arms crossed in an attempt to hide it, her stretched-tight shirt boasted a growing bump. But, perhaps the most bothersome was the severely picked scabs, scratches, and bruises, littering her entire body.

They made cordial small talk until Greg, her alcoholic and abusive fiancé, honked his horn from his rusty Ford Ranger, notifying Jenny it was time to leave. Before she could run out on her again, Brynn quickly dug a pen and Post-It pad from her white coat, and wrote down her cell number. Truth be told, she never expected her to call.

Two o'clock in the morning about 3 months later, Jenny called. In his usual anger fueled by Wild Turkey, Greg had beaten her and forced himself on her until he passed out from the exhaustion of his stuper. But, something was different this night; something snapped in Jenny's brain. Enough. Her body was frail and bleeding; but her spirit was kindled, coming alive with courage, telling her she was not broken, telling her to fight. Fueled with what could easily be described as courage--or insanity--she stole $12 from his wallet and packed an old duffle bag with a change of clothes and a water-stained Post-It note.

At a gas station outside of Boston, Brynn picked up a very pregnant Jenny. They sat in the darkness, the cabin filled with silence and stillness; but the conversation was loud and clear: Jenny was terrified. Terrified to talk, terrified to act, terrified of her past and terrified to even imagine a future. Brynn reached over and grabbed Jenny's hand as they both quietly sobbed. They weren't freshmen anymore.

All of a sudden in the quietness of the car amongst all of the chaos, a baby began to dance. Waves and ripples fluttered across Jenny's abdomen; flips and tumbles quickly ensued, becoming stronger and stronger. They took her breath away for a moment, but quickly returned in the form of tiny giggles. Brynn's eyes sparkle with wonder as she gently places her hand on her friend's belly, gently rubbing circles with her thumb and fingers. Jenny places both her hands on Brynn's, guiding her around her bump, occasionally pressing deeply until finally they are greeted with a kick.

For the first time in a long time, Jenny wasn't terrified. Her head wasn't pounding from an incessant ache, a craving for just one more hit. Her body was breathing, healing in between the throws. For the first time in a long time, Jenny had clarity. And she was ready to talk.

Jenny got the necessary help she needed. She spent time at a battered women's shelter where she was safe and protected; she was able to receive prenatal care and some deeply therapeutic counseling. She even painfully detoxed from her methamphetamine addiction. But her biggest victory: she was beginning to forgive herself, allowing herself to heal.

Six weeks later, a very round and overdue Jenny gave birth to a beautiful red-headed, 9 pound 8 ounce boy. Her heart swelled with love--a love she had never experienced before--as they placed him right on her bare chest. Overcome with joy and tears, the new mom kept him safe and sound, snuggled in a blue receiving blanket in her healing arms. She had already missed so much--she didn't want to miss another moment: she wanted to remember how his chunky cheeks felt against her lips as she kissed him. She wanted to remember the gentle smell he had after his first bath. She wanted to remember that tiny, fierce grip around her finger, a grip that would extend past her finger and right around her heart. A grip that would never let go, even well-after she laid him into his new mother's arms.

Jenny Browder is the strongest woman Brynn knows--and probably will every know. Even while she was still rummaging through the train-wreck that was her former life, Jenny had the selfless spirit of a saint and the bravery of the finest medieval warrior. She had nothing of value to her name except for her battered heart; but being the mother of all mother's, she gave her last possession away. She knew that in order to give her son the world, she had to place him in a new world.

Jenny celebrated five years of sobriety last month, and has empowered many women throughout the New England area with her story, speaking at meetings and volunteering part-time at a crisis center. She reconnected with her cousin Sean and his husband Charlie a few years back; feeling a pull to be near family, she moved to Newark, a few blocks away from the happy couple. She now has a home--an apartment--of her own, a car, and a steady income, bartending at a local, lively bar called Annex. As an added benefit, she also gets to perform twice a month with the house band. Going back to school might even be in her future; but for now, she is happy to be living life again--even if that meant hosting a squatter on her couch in the form of her best friend.

"Any luck on the job front?"

Brynn blows a raspberry with pressed lips in her exacerbation. "Well, today's options include wearing daisy duke's at a BBQ joint, or becoming a baker--possible porn star--with a man named Danny--"

Jenny laughs, "Ewww, gross. Do I even want to--"

Brynn waves her hand in front of her face, erasing the air of the horrid idea, even if it was a joke.

"Well, the perfect job is out there."

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Brynn sighs, "Oh, Jen, you have to say that--"

Before she can hang her head down, Jenny interrupts the pity party, grabbing the remains of massacred muffin from Brynn's hand. "No, I don't. And believe me--" She stares warmly into Brynn's stormy eyes, "You are a catch. You are one in a million--"

"Are we still talking about jobs, or--"

"The perfect job is out there for you--trust me! We are one day closer to it." Not missing a beat, "Speaking of which--" Jenny rocks back and forth in excitement as her heart-shaped lips spread into a smile.

Oh, God…

"What are you doing tonight?" The words almost slur together like a waterfall crashing out of her mouth.

Don't invite me out. Don't invite me out.

"I think I'm gonna--you know--stay in, order out. Look for more jobs--"

"And feel sorry for yourself?"

Damnit, she's good.

Brynn sighs deeply as she lays her head down on her crossed arms.

"Well, it's a good thing we're not going out. You are just--" she lies, "accompanying me to work--"

"Jenny!"

"Brynny," Jenny fires back as both women compete in a staring--moreso glaring contest. She gives in first to the silly gesture, her look warming with affection. "Look, I-I know things have been have sucked recently--"

That's an understatement.

"You need this. It's time to join the world again. You can't just stay cooped up in the apartment all the time--"

"Um," Brynn clears her throat. "I do believe I am in a coffee shop right now." She smirks while delicately fanning her arms out in the air, as if she was showcasing a brand new car on a game show.

"C'mon, girl," Jenny whines, "You know what I mean. Just come up to the bar. Sit and talk with me. Keep me company. Meet some of my regulars. You will feel so much better about yourself--"

"You know I have nothing to wear."

12 pounds, fucking 12 pounds, and my entire wardrobe seems to have shrunk overnight.

"We'll figure something out--I promise! C'mon!" Jenny quickly bounds to the door with a sluggish Brynn in tow. "Besides," Jenny whirls around to continue, "You have a lot of miles left in this thing--" spanking Brynn's butt. Reflexively, Brynn immediately shields her pained bottom, her mouth gaping open. Jenny continues. "I've gotch'ya with shots all night. At least come window shop--it's Thursday night, which means the corporate hotties are shopping for some young ass--"

"Oh, yes. Because a one-night-stand and a raging case of chlamydia will cure my problems--"

"Hey, a shot in the ass, and you're good as new," Jenny jokes, making her apprehensive bestie crack a smile. "That's why I said, 'window shop.' Plus they're rich and love flaunting that they are rich. So--" Jenny shrugs her shoulders, "More free drinks for you!"

Brynn folds her arms across her chest, averting her gaze into the bustling traffic. She starts chewing on the sides of her mouth while letting out a long-winded sigh, clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea. The fact is she was embarrassed of herself, of what had become of her life. There she was, merely existing, living on her best friend's couch with no prospects--job-wise and love-wise. And now that her former-slender body sprung unwelcomed curves, she feels more comfortable in hiding--from the world, and from herself.

Jenny steps back out of her black sedan. She pushes her sunglasses back into her short hair, the sunshine illuminating her scarlet layers. She places her hands on her hips as she silently challenges her friend to a battle of wills.

Brynn feels her piercing gaze, but she can't bring her self to match it. Jenny never pushes her to do anything--and now, all she wants to do is help pull her depressed house-guest out of her mucky misery. And Brynn knows that she will be grateful for the night, especially tomorrow morning. She just needed the little shove.

Brynn breaks their silence with a long, drawn out sigh. "Okay."

"Yes, yes, yes!" squeals Jenny. She slides back into the driver's seat, adjusts her sunglasses and bellows across the parking lot: "Get in loser! We're going shopping!"

Brynn could only hope it was for a new life.

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✦ Honey Naturae x Prompto Argentum [Brotherhood] (~*) . : Word count: 1121 . : Warnings: SFW. Fluff. Highschool sweethearts. Established relationship. Original Character.

Summary: Feelings can be conveyed in different ways and the still new honeymoon vibes on the relationship inspire her to express it. Honey choose to write a love letter to his boyfriend to let him know how she feels. [In the quest to find Honey again! :D <3 Note to self: PromHon is already a thing here.]

“Prompto... I want to make lots of memories with you.”

Envelopes, stickers, scented stationary. Those were all thrown over the bedspread as Honey rummaged on her pen case for a glittery pen. The soft music drifted around her as she hummed the tune. Her hand was busy putting in paper a few words that were bubbling in her chest for so long now while her legs went up and down, one at the time.

Using her fingers, Honey moved a few stray hairs out of her cheek as her eyes went over the shimmery words, no doubt proof reading the feelings conveyed in there. Once she was happy with the results, she took the tube of the lipgloss she knew he liked the most and coated her lips carefully, following the contours and filling them in. Smacking her lips together Honey laughed and took the letter in her subtly shaking hands. Where to put it? Here or here? In the corner! Kissing the paper was weird, she had to admit it, but it was all worthy when the shape of her lips made a good imprint in it. The tiny holographic glitters scattered around the gloss made it even better.

Letting it dry, Honey folded the letter and tucked it in an envelop, sealing it all with a discreet heart shaped sticker that almost blended with the pastel pink of the paper. Now she was the one rolling onto her back, a shy smile interrupted by her teeth worrying her bottom lip as her cheeks burned.

“I want to let you know a few of them, okay?”

The school bell was her cue to slip the small envelop on his locker without being noticed by others. Sneaky, sneaky! The clacking of her shoes fading down the halls as she moved along the passing classmates marked the rapid beat of her heart as she approached his classroom with a smile on her face.

“Like the time we went to the rooftop to take pictures at the setting sun… and you kissed me.”

Prompto barely caught her coming his way and that made him take a step forward. However, he didn’t understand the glint of shy happiness in her eyes as she paused just a bit to peck his cheek when no one was watching, and then continue to her classroom. Honey was way too cute and his eyes followed her until the last curl of her hair disappeared through the door, after that cute little wave and delicate giggle. Man, she was something different. Prompto scratched his neck a little and…

“Prompto, you’re blushing.”

“Uhh…? C’mon, Noct! I was having a moment!”

Noct chuckled, shaking his head and smirking knowingly as Prompto went even more red and pushed him inside to get to their seats.

“Or when we went to the park and a squirrel photobombed our selfie in the grass. We laughed lots and lots!”

It wasn’t well until almost lunch time that Prompto got the chance to go to his locker for his math textbooks when an unusual but familiar smell reached his nose. Sniffing the air, he hummed and moved more books to find the reason only to have the love letter slip to his feet like a flower petal falling to the ground.

“…Maybe I want to remember those bits of our lives for the sensations they pull off, you know?”

“No way… Oh em gee… Yes way!”

Prompto was red in the face, again. A love letter… A LOVE LETTER! That soothing vanilla scent made his heart do a little jump and start bouncing inside his chest as a grin spread on his lips. Carefully snapping the sticker away, he pulled the fragrant paper out of the envelop, unfolded it and began reading.

“Treasure the way you laugh, how you smile and your eyes crinkle. The warmth of your hands when you take mine. When you hug me and my clothes end up smelling like you. I feel safe with you and all those things make me happy and warm and make me see the world in the brightest light ever!”

Prompto chuckled once, but it wasn’t a rude sound at all. Feeling a little overwhelmed as he was, he didn’t know if he should start jumping all around to burn the sudden excitement or bat his hands in front of his face to control the heat coming from it. She wrote so many things in there and every single one transported him to the exact moment! Yikes, he needed to see her now. Needed to return the feelings, again. It wasn’t never enough but first…

He couldn’t help himself as he took the letter closer to his face, fingers shaking as he eyed the glittery and fading imprint of her lips. Maybe, just maybe… If he kissed it, she’ll appear right beside him?

A giggle got him with his lips plastered over the paper kiss and eyes blown open.

“Isn’t the real thing b-better?”

Prompto turned after the timid tap on is shoulder. Honey was amused at his response, cheeks all rosy and glowing as her love filled eyes. She was out of class already, her bento hanging from a floral printed cloth. Prompto met her eyes with a high pitched noise and straightened himself in a second.

“W-where you spying me?!”

“C-curiosity got the best of me! I wanted to see your reaction.”

Prompto pouted comically and scratched his cheek before he bursted in peels of laugher. Honey did the same with a hand shielding her mouth until a high pitched shriek and her kicking feet met air. Prompto lifted her by the waist, arms all around her little frame as he spun her once and then twice until she was back at laughing.

“Do I make you feel the same way? Do you think of me when you see those plant pots on the street or when the sky bleeds in different colors at dawn? Or when you play with your hair or when you wash your face and your fingers touch the cheek I kiss all the time?”

“Put me down! P-put me down, I have a- ahaha, a skirt!”

With a grin, Prompto accepted and did as he was told but didn’t let her go. Taking advantage of how lonely the hall still was he leaned forward slowly and waited, eyes drinking in the glossy lips once more before going for it at the same time she did. A chaste kiss that lasted a few seconds as their hands pulled the other a tiny bit closer, palms exploring the material of their school blazers, and then they pulled back, forehead against forehead, smiling and eyes laughing.

“Bae, it only happens with you…”

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