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#i drew this after episode 3 or something so i had no idea what jake would be like
totallylegitlion · 2 years
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I wasn't the only one who thought about this right?
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Like... like you guys can see the similarities too... right?????
(I added this bc the blue overlay layer mutes their skin tones and I'm entirely too proud of this piece to not show them off)
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wiypt-writes · 3 years
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Leave No One Behind
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Ch3- He Who Saves One Life Saves The World Entire Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​
Episode Summary: Ari and his team embark on their first mission…and a certain secret is revealed which threatens to rock Ari and Hannah’s already strained relationship further.
Episode Warnings: Bad Language words.
Episode Pairings:  Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz
A/N: As always we strive to keep this as factually accurate as possible.  
Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Chapter 2 Part 2
"Something happened along the way, what used to be happy is sad, Something happened along the way, and yesterday was all we had… " After The Love Has Gone by Earth, Wind and Fire
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“Of course it was Germans.” Sammy snorted, shaking his head as Ari drove the truck down the dark sandy lane, Hannah perched in between them both after her brother had insisted she ride with them, much to her annoyance. “Germans, it's always Germans.”
Ari gave a smile, as Hannah snorted.
“Yeah well, historically they don’t really like Jews do they?” she shrugged, scratching slightly at her neck where it poked out of the dark green t-shirt she was wearing.
There was a pause where both men looked at her and Ari shook his head.
“Fucking hell Han!” he snorted as Sammy simply stared at her, his mouth gaping slightly.
“Sorry, that was bad taste” she accepted their chastising, plucking at the sleeve of the oversized black and navy plaid top she was wearing over her T-shirt.
“Bad taste…” Sammy looked at her and she turned her blue eyes onto her brother “That’s an understatement.” She turned her eyes back to the road, her expression unreadable as Ari stole a glance at her side profile, before he locked eyes with Sammy who shook his head again, snorting. “Alright, here we go.” Ari said as they reached a turnoff on the road, just before a sign informing them that Gedaref was 5km away. It was another hour or so down a twisting, bumpy road before Ari took a turning off the lane completely and they drove further into the desert. Eventually the small track opened up into a large clearing, hidden by hills and sand-dunes. Ari stopped and the 3 of them climbed out, Hannah pulling down the front of the plaid shirt which she had knotted just above her right hip.
It was a clear, but dark night, and there was no sound at all bar the odd howling or yipping from the wild dogs that clearly resided near. Ari moved a little in front of the trucks, looking around the dark clearing as Max stood up on the sill, his hands resting on the roof of their vehicle looking round before he hopped down and walked forward.
“You ok Cracker?” he asked, looping an arm round her shoulder as the 5 of them walked in a line further into the clearing. She nodded again, casting her eyes round once more.
“Too bad he's not here.” Sammy said, stopping with his hands on his hips.
“We're two hours late.” Jake said softly, looking around as Ari continued his pacing, his sharp eyes looking between the various rocky outcrops and dunes that his the clearing “Maybe they couldn't get out.”
“He got 'em out.” Ari said softly but confidently, he had every faith in Kabede. “They're here.” Hannah looked at him for a moment and his eyes locked onto hers and she gave him a small smile which he returned. Sammy leaned back against the bumper of the truck as Max hopped up onto the bars of the other, glancing around. Hannah continued to turn, her eyes roaming the dark horizon, falling upon the far away lights of Port Sudan which were shining in the distance.  There were a few more moments of silent stillness, and then they all heard the ever so quiet sound of a rock rolling down the surface of one of the hills. Max jumped down from the truck and Sammy stood up straight, as all 5 of them looked in the direction the noise had come from, Ari taking a few tentative steps forwards to where Hannah was stood slightly in front of them her eyes squinting.
“There…” she said softly, grabbing Ari’s arm and pointing to a spot just above them to their left. Someone was moving in between two large rocks. Ari let out a sigh of relief, squeezed her shoulder and then strode towards the base of the rock face.
“Kabede…” Ari said softly, his hands falling out to his side as the man dropped down into the clearing.
“Where were you?” Kabede asked softly “I was afraid you were caught”
Ari embraced the man, both slapping the other lightly on the back.
“I'm sorry…” Ari said gently, “I'll explain later” and at that Hannah felt someone squeeze her hand. She turned to look at Jake who was nodding back up the hill as the refugees began spilling over the top.
“Let's get them on the truck.” Ari continued to speak to Kabede who nodded and turned, beckoning with his arm as he called to the people now hastily scrambling down the rock face.
Hannah looked at Jake, then Max and finally to Sammy who was wearing a soft smile, before they all sprang into action. Hannah and Sammy began directing the people to the back of the trucks, whilst Max and Jake hopped up onto the steep rock surface to help the less steady people down. Ari and Kabede headed round to the rear of the vehicles to begin to load everyone up.
As the last person headed past Hannah and Sammy, the siblings exchanged a quick hug before they followed on, reaching the rear just as Kabede was speaking to one truck in Arabic. He made a zip motion across his mouth, clearly telling them to be quiet and then Max and Jake pulled down the tarpauling cover at the back, securing it in place before they folded up the tail gate, bolting it shut.
Hannah moved to help Ari to close the wooden doors on the other but stopped when Ari paused as he was just about to shut the right hand side, his handsome face splitting into a fond smile.
“Hey…” he said, bending down to speak to a small boy in an orange and white T-shirt “Hey, pal.” he gently reached out with his right hand, thumb wiping away the child’s tears as he smiled at him. “You're going home.” he held up his large hand and the boy gave a toothy grin, hi-fiving Ari. “All right.” Ari smiled before he shut the final door and turned away. He caught Hannah’s eye and she nodded to him, turning away not wanting to seem like she’d been intruding on the clearly tender moment between Ari and the little child. But, she was curious.
“What’s with the kid?” she asked gently as Sammy drew up besides her.
“The one in the striped top?” Sammy asked.
“Yeah…”
“Oh, the last mission we ran…he was left behind, lost in a field. Ari went back for him…nearly got himself shot in the process…you know, standard Ari.”
Hannah looked at her brother for a moment, before Ari spoke quietly but clearly.
“Let’s hit the road…” he instructed. They all nodded and made their way back to the cabs of their trucks.
Ari could feel the shift in the mood within vehicle on the way back. It had gone from a light, tentative, adrenaline-fuelled excitement at the thought of embarking on a mission to out and out nervous tension now they had trucks loaded with refugees. If they were stopped, they weren’t going to be able to explain this away as a night scouting mission for diving spots. Bar Ari contacting base to say they were on their way back with the ‘cargo’, no one spoke a word.  Ari concentrated on driving, Hannah and Sammy focussing on the road as they all listened to the conversation going on over the coms, every so often updating base as to their location. When they reached the point they knew that they needed to launch the lifeboats, Ari called it in, Hannah casting her eyes to the side, glancing out of the windows.
“Yacht One, Yacht One…taxis are on the way.” Base confirmed.
This was it, it was down to them now to make sure they reached the rendezvous point safely.
And for the most part it seemed like they were going to do it. The trip went smoothly, Ari feeling buoyed by the fact that the plan seemed to be working, when, on the final stretch they hit a snag.
Ari spotted it at the same time Hannah did. She leaned forward, squinting slightly at the ever distant lines of light that looked like they were forming some kind of lane in the middle of the road.
“What the fuck is that?” Ari asked. Sammy grabbed the binoculars and peered through them before he let out a sigh. “A roadblock” he said, still looking through the sights “We gotta turn around.”
Hannah glanced at Ari who looked at her for a second, before his eyes retuned to the road and he kept on driving, ignoring Sammy.
“What are you doing?” Sammy lowered the binoculars and looked at him.
“Thinking.”
“Can you stop the truck and then think?” Sammy pressed. Ari looked at him, then back to the road, his jaw twitching as he desperately racked his brains for the best course of action. “Guys, you seeing this?” Max’s voice cut across the radio and Hannah reached for the mic.
“Yeah, we see it.” She said, glancing at Sammy then Ari, rolling her eyes “We’re discussing it…” she said, placing the set down before she added “or arguing, whatever…” “Fuck…” Ari shook his head as Sammy looked at him “We can't fail  on our first operation…”
“Dying on our first operation is an equally bad idea.” Sammy snarked back “Did I ever mention a dry run?”
“Once or twice. Every hour. For like 2 weeks.” Hannah shot back, looking at her brother “Is now really the time for fucking I-told-you-so Sammy?”
Sammy glared at Hannah, but she held his gaze meeting his glower back with one of her own.
Beside them Ari looked straight ahead thinking about how Hannah was right. It was not the time for ranting, they had to think straight. A decision had to be made, and everyone was expecting him to come up with the right one. But his mind was stuck somewhere in the past. Hannah's determination in shutting her brother up had brought him to a place he had been visiting far too much for his liking, if he had to be honest, over the last weeks. That fierceness in Hannah's voice at her brother over a mere comment had gotten him thinking she must have absolutely hated his guts nine years ago when he left her.
Leave no one behind... bullshit. Ari Levinson was a liar. Right, Firefly?
"Ari?" he heard Hannah's voice, jerking him out of his thoughts.
His eyes flicked from the road ahead to her, who was looking at him expectantly. 
Making a decision, Ari reached for the hand set, snatching it up. “Jake, full speed ahead.” he instructed, replacing it, his eyes locked on the road in front of him. He felt Hannah and Sammy’s eyes boring into the side of his head.
“You’re fucking nuts…” Sammy said, disbelief in his tone.
Ari shot him a glare, before he pushed down on the accelerator.
“Yacht One, what is the plan here?” Max questioned again.
Grabbing the handset again, Ari instructed clearly “Radio silence, lights out.” before he replaced it with a slam.
“Okay, we'll stop at the checkpoint and talk our way out of it...” Sammy started to reason and Hannah gave a sarcastic bark of laughter.
“Yeah, maybe they won't notice the 174 Ethiopians in the back of the trucks.” she looked at him, her voice loud.
“Han’s right…” Ari said sternly glancing at her then over to Sammy. “We're driving through”
There was a moments silence as Sammy studied his sister then Ari, before he threw his arms out to the side.
“Okay.” he said, his tone indicating he was anything but as he glanced out of the side window, before he looked back at the ever nearing obstacle. “Sure, let's do it.”
He turned to his left as Hannah also twisted to her right, the pair of them looking back at the refugees in the rear.
“Hey, everybody…” Sammy spoke loudly, as Hannah made a motion with her hand, indicating grabbing onto something. “Grab hold. Grab hold of something. Hold on…”
“That’s it…!” Hannah nodded as one of the refugees gripped the side of the wagon “Like that, hold on yeah?”
They both turned back and Hannah looked out of the window, as the radio crackled back to life.
“Yacht One, status report, please….”
“What do you want me to say?” Sammy looked at Ari.
“Yacht One from base…”  
In a lash Hannah reached out and pulled the line out of the radio, effectively telling Sammy that they were saying nothing, her jaw twitching as she sat back, staring straight ahead.
“Okay, then…” Sammy mumbled, sitting back, folding his arms, shaking his head. “You’re both fucking nuts…”
Ari glanced sideways at Hannah, pride filling his chest. This was the Firefly he knew and fucking loved having on missions besides him and exactly the reason he’d wanted her out here with them. She was fierce, brave, loyal and once committed there was no swaying her either way.
Ari pressed the gas pedal as far down as it would go, leaning forward, almost as if he was trying to surge the truck on. They gathered speed, now hurtling towards the road block which was growing nearer and nearer by the second. He swallowed, took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair as they approached along the final 100 or so feet towards the lane which was made by a number of small fires, and Hannah could just make out the dark shapes of two jeeps parked at the far end of the lines, and a man stood in front.
Sammy gripped the grab handle over the top of the truck door with his right arm, his left extending out across the front of Hannah as at the last second Ari flicked on the lights at full strength, sounding the horn of the truck. He felt Hannah’s left hand drop to his thigh and she squeezed tightly, almost painfully as both of the guards jumped out of the way the front of their truck collided with one of the jeeps, smashing it clear out of the way.
They made it through the blockage, but then gunfire rang out as the men began to fire at the rear o the trucks,
“Fuck…” Ari exclaimed, reaching out with his right hand to force Hannah down out of the way of any potential bullets spinning into the cab, as Sammy did the same with his left, the pair of them ducking as well.
The shooting stopped and Ari glanced out of the window into the side mirrors, running a hand through his beard as Hannah and Sammy both sat back up straight, looking at one another. Hannah twisted in her seat, casting a glance back at everyone in the rear of the trucks.
“Everyone ok?” she asked, making a thumbs up gesture. There were nods and returns of the hand sign which satisfied her that everyone was ok and she turned back to the front, letting out a loud breath, her head falling back slightly, eyes closing as she swallowed, regaining her composure a little.
“You alright?” Sammy looked at her.
“Yeah…fine…” she breathed out, nodding.
“Yacht One, do you copy? Yacht One, do you copy? Yacht One? Yacht One, do you copy?”
The repeated demands echoed over the radio and Ari reached for the mic but Hannah slapped his hand
“Concentrate on driving, idiot…” she said, as she plugged the handset back in and passed it to him, Ari grinning at little at her forceful attitude.
“Yacht One to base, we copy…” Ari spoke, replacing the set back down.
“Yacht One…what's your status? Why was there radio silence?” Ethan’s voice filled the cab and all 3 of them exchanged a glace.
“Make something up, quick…” Hannah urged. After a split second pause Sammy grabbed the radio.
“There's a... battery failure.  Lesson learned.”
“Copy that…” Ethan spoke again.
Hannah, Ari and Sammy looked at one another again, before Hannah’s spoke.
“So that was fun.”
Ari looked at her as she stared straight ahead, her mouth twitching into a grin. She glanced at Ari who began to chuckle slightly, before her eyes returned to the front. Sammy looked at the pair of them and snorted, shaking his head.
“Fun, right…mad bastards…”
15 minutes or so later they drove down to the cove which was 7 miles or so away from the resort, the rendezvous point with the Navy Seals, who were ready and waiting. Quickly and efficiently they began herding the refugees over the sand, directing them into boats. When the first line of rafts were full they all waded into the water, helping them through the first bow of waves before returning to short to fill up the second.
“Come on, that’s it, careful now…” Hannah said, taking an older woman’s hand and helping her over the side of the boat. The woman gripped her fingers tightly, pressing a kiss to the back of Hanna’s hand, looking at her, tears in her eyes. Hannah smiled at her, fighting back her own tears at the woman’s emotion as she placed her other hand over the lady’s nodding to her as she let go. She turned to help the next person in, pausing as she saw the small boy clinging to Ari’s leg. Ari paused for a moment, his large hand falling to the back of the boys head, then his cheek tenderly as he smiled and swung him up, wading back over to the boat Hannah was stood by. He dropped the boy into the back and then they began to push the boat out to sea.
Once it was clear, Hannah straightened up, walking backwards out of the ocean before she turned, just as a wave hit her a little strongly causing her to stumble forwards, slightly. She felt herself pitching downwards, when two strong hands hooked under her armpits, preventing her from falling straight into the water.
“I got ya Firefly…” Ari said, setting her straight up on her feet again and he looked at her, hands on her shoulders. “You ok?”
“Yeah, thanks…”
“Come on…” he said, gently looping his right arm round her waist as they made their way out, their pants completely soaked from the knees down, shirts slightly damp from the splashing about, but neither of them paid it any attention. They both turned and stood, watching as the boats made their way out to sea, Hannah’s eyes filing with tears. Ari’s grip around her tightened slightly and she lay her head against his upper arm and shoulder, her left arm looping around his waist, as the rest of the group drew up alongside them, Max to her right.
No one spoke for a moment, they all simply stood watching, drawing their breath as each and every one of them was heaving with exertion and emotion. To the left of Ari, Jake glanced down the line, giving a small huff of happiness, his face curling into a smile and Max dropped his arm round Hannah’s shoulder as her right hand rubbed at his back.
They’d done it. They’d fucking done it…
“He who saves one life saves the world entire….” Max broke the silence with an old quote, and Hannah glanced at him before she looked back out over the ocean.
“We just saved 174…” she said, her tone one of happiness and disbelief.  She glanced up at Max whose arm squeezed around her shoulders once more as he smiled at her. She then turned to look at Ari who gave her another squeeze around her waist, and finally her attention turned to her brother where he stood at the other side of Max lighting a cigarette. He turned and walked away from the line, Ari watching him go as did Hannah, the two of them sharing a glace. Ari gestured with his head and let go of Hannah and she nodded as Ari followed Sammy back up the sand, Hannah remaining with Jake and Max, both men flanking her, Jake’s arm joining Max’s around her shoulder.
“Hey, you okay?” Ari asked Sammy.
“What?” Sammy asked him softly, “Yeah, of course I'm okay.” he gestured to the ocean with his hand, smiling and letting out a quiet laugh. “Look.”
With that he turned to head back to the trucks, and Ari could tell from his body language he was pissed off, despite what he was saying. And he knew why too.
“Sammy…”Ari spoke to his back and Sam turned back to face him. “It was a random checkpoint. A dry run wouldn't have mattered.”
“Hey, it's all good. It's all good. We did it.” Sammy said, his tone still soft “I'm having the time of my life…” he smiled, gesturing towards Hannah. Ari turned to see her stood between Jake and Max, the 3 still stood in a line, arms round one another before he looked back at Sammy as he continued to speak. “..you two aren’t the only ones getting a huge buzz out of all this!”
Hearing her brother’s soft tone, and recognising the quiet anger it was carrying, Hannah turned to see him walking away, Ari’s hands dropping into his pockets. Giving the boys a quick pat on the back each she turned and made her way towards Ari as Sam spun back to face him.
“You know, it may have been a random checkpoint this time, but thanks to you, the next one won't be.” he said, his voice a little louder, carrying over the sound of the waves. “Maybe…” he threw his hands out to his sides as he walked backwards a few steps, before he turned and walked away.
“Leave him Ari…he’ll come round.” Hannah said gently. Ari looked down at her, before he took a deep breath.
“Well I don’t know about you, but I need a drink…”
“Fuck yes.” Hannah agreed, nodding solemnly. Ari smiled at her, before he turned to Max and Jake and told them it was time to go.
*****
They reached the resort in the early hours of the morning, Rachel greeting them all with a hug as she told them the life boats had made it out to the open water with no issues. They all sat with a drink, huddled in one of the huts, listening to the radio and when the notification came through that all boats had made it back with no issues everyone jumped up sharing a silent cheer, hugging one another.
“It’s ok Sammy…” Hannah spoke to her brother gently “We’re ok yeah, try not to think on it too much.”
“I know…” he said, gently touching the side of her neck “I know…I’m gonna go hit the hay.”
He dropped a kiss to the side of her head and turned, leaving the hut without so much as a word.
One by one they filtered out, Hannah staying behind to help Rachel pack away the radio and coms equipment before she too emerged, standing still under the soft strips of bulbs which hung from building to building along the resort, taking a breath and a moment to process what had happened.
174 people. Safe.
She glanced up at the Sky, wondering for a moment if her Dad and Andy for that matter could see her now, what they would be thinking. Deep down she knew the answer to that, they’d be proud, probably a bit pissed at how reckless she’d been but, well, what was new? Smiling softly to herself she turned to head to her own room when she spotted Ari was sat on the sand further up the beach, out of the way of the main buildings. She hesitated for a moment before she made her way over.
"Trouble sleeping, Firefly?" Ari asked without taking his eyes from the ocean. "I dunno. I'll tell you when I go to bed. Besides, fireflies don't sleep, Ari. We come alive at night." she sassed.
Drawn to the light, she thought. 
Ari chuckled softly.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
He turned around to look at her and nodded as he watched her sit next to him, her movements smooth and light. She flexed her legs before she bent her knees and hugged them against her chest.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked side glancing him.
"Well, you're the most caring of them all. So if anyone was going to come out here to check up on me, it had to be you." Ari shrugged and smiled at her.
"What makes you think I'm checking up on you and not that I just want to enjoy the ocean before sleeping?" she asked smirking.
"You asked if I was ok, Firefly. Don't be a smart ass." he smirked back at her.
"Fair point, Lobo." she nodded gazing at his eyes for a few seconds before looking back at the ocean.
“I can’t get over how quiet they were…” Ari spoke after a moment, looking at her. She smiled at him and he took a drag of his cigarette. Hannah reached for it, taking a pull herself and exhaling, her eyes closed.
“Since when did you smoke?” Ari looked at her, arching an eyebrow.
“I don’t, not really…only when the occasion arises.” she smiled, “For fucks sake don’t tell Sammy.”
He gave a soft chuckle and looked at her as she passed it back to him, raising it once more to his lips.
Ari looked at her as she watched the ocean and they fell silent for a moment. Some of her hair had fallen free from her loose bun in the heat of the struggle to get the Ethiopians on the boats, and were now blowing in the gentle breeze of the night. He couldn't see all of her face, being as it was the darkest night of the month. But the lights from the bulbs hanging all along the resort buildings together with a bunch of stars scattered across the night sky all reflecting on the water surface allowed him to make out her profile and he could see her smiling slightly as she hummed some sort of lullaby.
The moment seemed so intimate and he felt so at ease he decided to share some of his most personal childhood memories with her. 
“Did I ever tell you my mother was on The Exodus?” Ari said, breaking the silence.
Hannah shook her head, looking at him. “I thought she was from America.”
“My real mother.” Ari said, his arms were looped around his knees and his eyes focussed out over the dark water. “After they took my father, she boarded with the other survivors and set with nothing. Just clothes on her back and... “ he paused, raising his eyebrows slightly as he tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette. “A little four-year-old boy.” he looked down between his arms as he spoke again “They sailed for weeks. Finally reached the Promised Land, the Brits didn't let them in. They turned them away.”
He turned to see Hannah watching him intently, and gave her a small smile.
“Young British officer felt sorry for her. Agreed to hide me…” he took a deep breath, averting his eyes from Hannah’s “She gave me up.”
He took another drag from his cigarette and Hannah smiled softly at him. “No, she saved you.”
Ari looked at her, a soft smile playing on his face before he turned away again, once more looking back over the ocean.
“British officer met an American volunteer and we moved to New York when I was seven…” he shook his head softly “New parents, new life.” Ari concluded, smoking once more. He exhaled and finished his tale “Moved back to Israel the day I turned 18…”
Hannah noticed there was an underlying tone of bitterness to his voice, one that she could understand. He had been surrendered by his mother, taken from his roots through no fault of his own. He was bound to feel some sort of abandonment issues, no matter who good a ‘new life’ he had been given. Maybe even a shred of guilt, that he escaped when thousands others didn’t. Suddenly the reason why he did what he did made a little more sense to her.
“Well…we're all just refugees, aren't we?” she said softly, looking down at the sand. Ari glanced at her and she looked up at him giving him a soft smile. With the hand that wasn’t holding his cigarette he reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear.
“You were great out there tonight Firefly.” he said gently, his hand dropping back to his knee.
Hannah watched his hand travel from her hair back to his knee. Ari's touch had caught her off guard and it had sent a wave of goose bumps washing over her skin. She felt herself shiver, so she adjusted her plaid shirt over her frame and, after swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she muttered 
“Thanks."
"No. Thanks to you for backing me up." he said looking at her fondly "With Sam, I mean." he added.
He was about to tell her it had felt like old times but words got caught in his throat as he noticed her looking at him pensively, as if deciding whether to bring something up or not, and he realised the moment he had been dreading since she had accepted being part of the mission had arrived.
“I’ve never been able to understand what happened between us…” Hannah swallowed and Ari looked down at the sand. “I mean, I know what happened, obviously, we…well, you know but…then you disappeared, no explanation, came back complete with girlfriend and married her like 6 months later. So, you know, I moved but I still don’t understand.”
He had always known the time would come where she would demand answers, but he hadn't prepared himself to give them to her, not really. How can you answer something like that? How can you tell the girl you had loved that you left her behind because of what you thought was a good reason at the time, but a reason you knew she was going to absolutely flip her shit at.
“Do you want the long, self-pity version or the short one?” Ari asked eventually, deciding that he had to come clean if they were ever going to get past this and salvage something from the whole shitty mess.
“Well, it’s not like I got anywhere to go is it?” she shrugged.
"Remember the night of the party? At your mum's clinic?" he asked.
Hannah just nodded slowly trying to comprehend.
"Well Sammy somehow saw us, or maybe someone did and told him, I don’t know for sure…what I do know is he cornered me the following day, he was furious. Asked me how long had it been going on…”
Ari stopped to light another cigarette and took a long drag, waiting for his words to sink in before continuing. 
"He told me... well, he forced me to break it off because I was no good for you." Ari said after breathing out the smoke. “He said the whole age gap thing was an issue and your training to be a Doctor was more important than whatever it was we had. I can still remember his word Firefly ‘It’s hard enough to train as a Doctor being a woman Ari. She doesn't need any distraction.’ And I believed him, Han." he finished with a sigh. "Few months later I met Sarah, and... you know the rest of the story" he said turning to look at her.
Hannah looked at him, her expression completely blank but he could see her eyes were flashing dangerously.
“Sammy knew?” she asked. Ari nodded. “How.”
“I don’t know.” Ari shrugged “Like I said, he just turned up the morning after…” he paused, swallowing “…the morning after what turned out to be the last night we spent together and punched me in the jaw, warned me off.”
There was a moment or so of silence before a bitter laugh escaped Hannah.
“All this time…” she shook her head, “All this time Ari, I never understood and I just thought, or wanted to, that you were being a typical guy, taking what he wanted for a few months and leaving when things started getting a little too serious , but in reality it’s because you thought I wasn’t worth the fight… and that’s even worse!” “No, Hannah…” Ari shook his head, she was so far off the mark it was untrue “That’s not true…”
He had tried to reach for her as he spoke but she slapped his hand off.
“Bullshit it isn’t true!” she blazed at him, shaking her head “I fucking loved you Ari…”
Ari swallowed, looking at her, his head reeling from her sudden admission. Fuck, she’d loved him. Like he had her. He had hurt her far more than he thought.
Yeah, you fucked up big time, Levinson. “It might only have been a fling to you but you knocked me off my feet when I first met you. You were my first, the first guy I ever slept with for fucks sake! I spent 5 years with you in my head and…now…”
“Hannah, it wasn’t just a fling to me, at all.” he shook his head, his eyes locking onto hers which were now brimming with tears. “You have no idea the times I thought about coming back to you, telling Sammy to go fuck himself…but then I got more and more involved with Mossad and…”
“Didn’t stop you with Sarah.” she snapped back and Ari dropped his head slightly, before he looked back at her.
“I know, and I won’t lie to you Firefly, I loved her. It was different to how I felt about you, I know that but…, well, it was good, good enough, and then she fell pregnant…” “No, you got her pregnant…” Hannah shook her head at him and he ignored her continuing.
“…and I couldn’t leave my child, not like my mother did…” “Then why the fuck are you here Ari?” Hannah scoffed “If Maya means that much to you, why on Earth are you in the middle of the fucking Sudanese desert running operations?”
“Because she’s safe with her mother.” Ari swallowed, looking at Hannah “And those kids in the refugee camps aren’t.”
“And I was safe with my mama Ari, that doesn’t mean I didn’t miss my dad growing up after he died.”
Ari had no response to that, because he knew she was right. The guilt of missing so much of Maya’s life ate him up on a daily basis, but so did the guilt of knowing about all those people out there who needed his help. He’d balanced his remorse over Maya, telling himself regularly that if he didn’t help those who needed it, then no one would and in his head it made sense…but here Hannah was, calling him out in the way she had always been able to and he was beginning to doubt himself.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, her next outburst left him reeling.
“You’re an arrogant, selfish asshole Ari.” she shook her head and he looked at her, frowning “You think you can do what you want, all of this…” she waved her hand around her “with no consequence. But look at the destruction you leave behind. Sam’s hand, Maya, Andy…me.”
Ari, who had been feeling shittier by the minute realised he couldn't possibly feel any worse than he did right there and then. He had hit rock bottom. Hannah was right and he knew it. She was right about the destruction he left behind. She was right about Sam. She was right about Maya. She was maybe right about her, what seemed the correct decision at the time was now nothing but a shitty excuse. 
You didn't fight for me.
And she was right. He hadn't.
But what had shaken him the most was the fact that she had put Andy in the same bag. She had told him just a few days ago she didn't blame him for what had happened. But that was not entirely true, apparently. Why would she have brought up Andy if she didn't think he was to blame? 
He felt his eyes start brimming up with tears and made a titanic effort to keep them at bay.
“Hannah…” his voice was thick as he spoke and she looked away, wiping her face.
“Sorry, that…” she took a deep breath “that was uncalled for…” “But not wrong.” he said gently, looking down, “You’re right. I am a selfish asshole...which makes me think Sammy was right, I don’t, or didn’t, deserve you.”
They both fell silent for a minute before Hannah sniffed and took a deep breath.
“Deserving or not, would you have still been with me if Sammy hadn’t warned you off?” she asked, looking at him.
“Hannah” he groaned “Does that matter now? After everything?”
“No, I suppose not.” her tone was blank as she stood up, and dusted herself down. “Goodnight Ari.”
Ari watched her go. Her movements smooth and light as always but she walked slower, with a heavy tread, carrying a burden she hadn't 15 minutes or so ago when she had come to check up on him. He had burdened her with an explanation, one that she deserved but hadn't anticipated. She was upset and had all the right to be, Ari thought as he saw her shoulders shake lightly. She was crying.
Exhaustion from the tension of their first mission mixed with the bitterness from the conversation with Hannah left him beyond emotional, and thus the tears he had managed to avoid were now running down his cheeks.  He stood up with a sigh and started walking towards his bedroom building. He needed some rest. They all needed some rest.
Tomorrow, hopefully, they would see things in a different light.
**** Chapter 4
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Leave No One Behind CH3: He Who Saves One Life, Saves The World Entire
Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​
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Episode Summary: Ari and his team embark on their first mission…and a certain secret is revealed which threatens to rock Ari and Hannah’s already strained relationship further.
Episode Warnings: Bad Language words.
Episode Pairings:  Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz
Song for Episode:  After The Love Has Gone by Earth, Wind and Fire
A/N: As always we strive to keep this as factually accurate as possible.  We really hope you guys are enjoying this as much as we are writing it.
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Something happened along the way, what used to be happy is sad, Something happened along the way, and yesterday was all we had…
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“Of course it was Germans.” Sammy snorted, shaking his head as Ari drove the truck down the dark sandy lane, Hannah perched in between them both after her brother had insisted she ride with them, much to her annoyance. “Germans, it's always Germans.”
Ari gave a smile, as Hannah snorted.
“Yeah well, historically they don’t really like Jews do they?” she shrugged, scratching slightly at her neck where it poked out of the dark green t-shirt she was wearing.
There was a pause where both men looked at her and Ari shook his head.
“Fucking hell Han!” he snorted as Sammy simply stared at her, his mouth gaping slightly.
“Sorry, that was bad taste” she accepted their chastising, plucking at the sleeve of the oversized black and navy plaid top she was wearing over her T-shirt.
“Bad taste…” Sammy looked at her and she turned her blue eyes onto her brother “That’s an understatement.” She turned her eyes back to the road, her expression unreadable as Ari stole a glance at her side profile, before he locked eyes with Sammy who shook his head again, snorting. “Alright, here we go.” Ari said as they reached a turnoff on the road, just before a sign informing them that Gedaref was 5km away. It was another hour or so down a twisting, bumpy road before Ari took a turning off the lane completely and they drove further into the desert. Eventually the small track opened up into a large clearing, hidden by hills and sand-dunes. Ari stopped and the 3 of them climbed out, Hannah pulling down the front of the plaid shirt which she had knotted just above her right hip.
It was a clear, but dark night, and there was no sound at all bar the odd howling or yipping from the wild dogs that clearly resided near. Ari moved a little in front of the trucks, looking around the dark clearing as Max stood up on the sill, his hands resting on the roof of their vehicle looking round before he hopped down and walked forward.
“You ok Cracker?” he asked, looping an arm round her shoulder as the 5 of them walked in a line further into the clearing. She nodded again, casting her eyes round once more.
“Too bad he's not here.” Sammy said, stopping with his hands on his hips.
“We're two hours late.” Jake said softly, looking around as Ari continued his pacing, his sharp eyes looking between the various rocky outcrops and dunes that his the clearing “Maybe they couldn't get out.”
“He got 'em out.” Ari said softly but confidently, he had every faith in Kabede. “They're here.” Hannah looked at him for a moment and his eyes locked onto hers and she gave him a small smile which he returned. Sammy leaned back against the bumper of the truck as Max hopped up onto the bars of the other, glancing around. Hannah continued to turn, her eyes roaming the dark horizon, falling upon the far away lights of Port Sudan which were shining in the distance.  There were a few more moments of silent stillness, and then they all heard the ever so quiet sound of a rock rolling down the surface of one of the hills. Max jumped down from the truck and Sammy stood up straight, as all 5 of them looked in the direction the noise had come from, Ari taking a few tentative steps forwards to where Hannah was stood slightly in front of them her eyes squinting.
“There…” she said softly, grabbing Ari’s arm and pointing to a spot just above them to their left. Someone was moving in between two large rocks. Ari let out a sigh of relief, squeezed her shoulder and then strode towards the base of the rock face.
“Kabede…” Ari said softly, his hands falling out to his side as the man dropped down into the clearing.
“Where were you?”  Kabede asked softly “I was afraid you were caught”
Ari embraced the man, both slapping the other lightly on the back.
“I'm sorry…” Ari said gently, “I'll explain later” and at that Hannah felt someone squeeze her hand. She turned to look at Jake who was nodding back up the hill as the refugees began spilling over the top.
“Let's get them on the truck.” Ari continued to speak to Kabede who nodded and turned, beckoning with his arm as he called to the people now hastily scrambling down the rock face.
Hannah looked at Jake, then Max and finally to Sammy who was wearing a soft smile, before they all sprang into action. Hannah and Sammy began directing the people to the back of the trucks, whilst Max and Jake hopped up onto the steep rock surface to help the less steady people down. Ari and Kabede headed round to the rear of the vehicles to begin to load everyone up.
As the last person headed past Hannah and Sammy, the siblings exchanged a quick hug before they followed on, reaching the rear just as Kabede was speaking to one truck in Arabic. He made a zip motion across his mouth, clearly telling them to be quiet and then Max and Jake pulled down the tarpauling cover at the back, securing it in place before they folded up the tail gate, bolting it shut.
Hannah moved to help Ari to close the wooden doors on the other but stopped when Ari paused as he was just about to shut the right hand side, his handsome face splitting into a fond smile.
“Hey…” he said, bending down to speak to a small boy in an orange and white T-shirt “Hey, pal.” he gently reached out with his right hand, thumb wiping away the child’s tears as he smiled at him. “You're going home.” he held up his large hand and the boy gave a toothy grin, hi-fiving Ari. “All right.” Ari smiled before he shut the final door and turned away. He caught Hannah’s eye and she nodded to him, turning away not wanting to seem like she’d been intruding on the clearly tender moment between Ari and the little child. But, she was curious.
“What’s with the kid?” she asked gently as Sammy drew up besides her.
“The one in the striped top?” Sammy asked.
“Yeah…”
“Oh, the last mission we ran…he was left behind, lost in a field. Ari went back for him…nearly got himself shot in the process…you know, standard Ari.”
Hannah looked at her brother for a moment, before Ari spoke quietly but clearly.
“Let’s hit the road…” he instructed. They all nodded and made their way back to the cabs of their trucks.
Ari could feel the shift in the mood within vehicle on the way back. It had gone from a light, tentative, adrenaline-fuelled excitement at the thought of embarking on a mission to out and out nervous tension now they had trucks loaded with refugees. If they were stopped, they weren’t going to be able to explain this away as a night scouting mission for diving spots. Bar Ari contacting base to say they were on their way back with the ‘cargo’, no one spoke a word.  Ari concentrated on driving, Hannah and Sammy focussing on the road as they all listened to the conversation going on over the coms, every so often updating base as to their location. When they reached the point they knew that they needed to launch the lifeboats, Ari called it in, Hannah casting her eyes to the side, glancing out of the windows.
“Yacht One, Yacht One…taxis are on the way.” Base confirmed.
This was it, it was down to them now to make sure they reached the rendezvous point safely.
And for the most part it seemed like they were going to do it. The trip went smoothly, Ari feeling buoyed by the fact that the plan seemed to be working, when, on the final stretch they hit a snag.
Ari spotted it at the same time Hannah did. She leaned forward, squinting slightly at the ever distant lines of light that looked like they were forming some kind of lane in the middle of the road.
“What the fuck is that?” Ari asked. Sammy grabbed the binoculars and peered through them before he let out a sigh. “A roadblock” he said, still looking through the sights “We gotta turn around.”
Hannah glanced at Ari who looked at her for a second, before his eyes retuned to the road and he kept on driving, ignoring Sammy.
“What are you doing?” Sammy lowered the binoculars and looked at him.
“Thinking.”
“Can you stop the truck and then think?” Sammy pressed. Ari looked at him, then back to the road, his jaw twitching as he desperately racked his brains for the best course of action. “Guys, you seeing this?” Max’s voice cut across the radio and Hannah reached for the mic.
“Yeah, we see it.” She said, glancing at Sammy then Ari, rolling her eyes “We’re discussing it…” she said, placing the set down before she added “or arguing, whatever…” “Fuck…” Ari shook his head as Sammy looked at him “We can't fail  on our first operation…”
“Dying on our first operation is an equally bad idea.” Sammy snarked back “Did I ever mention a dry run?”
“Once or twice. Every hour. For like 2 weeks.” Hannah shot back, looking at her brother “Is now really the time for fucking I-told-you-so Sammy?”
Sammy glared at Hannah, but she held his gaze meeting his glower back with one of her own.
Beside them Ari looked straight ahead thinking about how Hannah was right. It was not the time for ranting, they had to think straight. A decision had to be made, and everyone was expecting him to come up with the right one. But his mind was stuck somewhere in the past. Hannah's determination in shutting her brother up had brought him to a place he had been visiting far too much for his liking, if he had to be honest, over the last weeks. That fierceness in Hannah's voice at her brother over a mere comment had gotten him thinking she must have absolutely hated his guts nine years ago when he left her.
Leave no one behind... bullshit. Ari Levinson was a liar. Right, Firefly?
"Ari?" he heard Hannah's voice, jerking him out of his thoughts.
His eyes flicked from the road ahead to her, who was looking at him expectantly.
Making a decision, Ari reached for the hand set, snatching it up. “Jake, full speed ahead.” he instructed, replacing it, his eyes locked on the road in front of him. He felt Hannah and Sammy’s eyes boring into the side of his head.
“You’re fucking nuts…” Sammy said, disbelief in his tone.
Ari shot him a glare, before he pushed down on the accelerator.
“Yacht One, what is the plan here?” Max questioned again.
Grabbing the handset again, Ari instructed clearly “Radio silence, lights out.” before he replaced it with a slam.
“Okay, we'll stop at the checkpoint and talk our way out of it...” Sammy started to reason and Hannah gave a sarcastic bark of laughter.
“Yeah, maybe they won't notice the 174 Ethiopians in the back of the trucks.” she looked at him, her voice loud.
“Han’s right…” Ari said sternly glancing at her then over to Sammy. “We're driving through”
There was a moments silence as Sammy studied his sister then Ari, before he threw his arms out to the side.
“Okay.” he said, his tone indicating he was anything but as he glanced out of the side window, before he looked back at the ever nearing obstacle. “Sure, let's do it.”
He turned to his left as Hannah also twisted to her right, the pair of them looking back at the refugees in the rear.
“Hey, everybody…” Sammy spoke loudly, as Hannah made a motion with her hand, indicating grabbing onto something. “Grab hold. Grab hold of something. Hold on…”
“That’s it…!” Hannah nodded as one of the refugees gripped the side of the wagon “Like that, hold on yeah?”
They both turned back and Hannah looked out of the window, as the radio crackled back to life.
“Yacht One, status report, please….”
“What do you want me to say?” Sammy looked at Ari.
“Yacht One from base…”
In a lash Hannah reached out and pulled the line out of the radio, effectively telling Sammy that they were saying nothing, her jaw twitching as she sat back, staring straight ahead.
“Okay, then…” Sammy mumbled, sitting back, folding his arms, shaking his head. “You’re both fucking nuts…”
Ari glanced sideways at Hannah, pride filling his chest. This was the Firefly he knew and fucking loved having on missions besides him and exactly the reason he’d wanted her out here with them. She was fierce, brave, loyal and once committed there was no swaying her either way.
Ari pressed the gas pedal as far down as it would go, leaning forward, almost as if he was trying to surge the truck on. They gathered speed, now hurtling towards the road block which was growing nearer and nearer by the second. He swallowed, took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair as they approached along the final 100 or so feet towards the lane which was made by a number of small fires, and Hannah could just make out the dark shapes of two jeeps parked at the far end of the lines, and a man stood in front.
Sammy gripped the grab handle over the top of the truck door with his right arm, his left extending out across the front of Hannah as at the last second Ari flicked on the lights at full strength, sounding the horn of the truck. He felt Hannah’s left hand drop to his thigh and she squeezed tightly, almost painfully as both of the guards jumped out of the way the front of their truck collided with one of the jeeps, smashing it clear out of the way.
They made it through the blockage, but then gunfire rang out as the men began to fire at the rear o the trucks,
“Fuck…” Ari exclaimed, reaching out with his right hand to force Hannah down out of the way of any potential bullets spinning into the cab, as Sammy did the same with his left, the pair of them ducking as well.
The shooting stopped and Ari glanced out of the window into the side mirrors, running a hand through his beard as Hannah and Sammy both sat back up straight, looking at one another. Hannah twisted in her seat, casting a glance back at everyone in the rear of the trucks.
“Everyone ok?” she asked, making a thumbs up gesture. There were nods and returns of the hand sign which satisfied her that everyone was ok and she turned back to the front, letting out a loud breath, her head falling back slightly, eyes closing as she swallowed, regaining her composure a little.
“You alright?” Sammy looked at her.
“Yeah…fine…” she breathed out, nodding.
“Yacht One, do you copy? Yacht One, do you copy? Yacht One? Yacht One, do you copy?”
The repeated demands echoed over the radio and Ari reached for the mic but Hannah slapped his hand
“Concentrate on driving, idiot…” she said, as she plugged the handset back in and passed it to him, Ari grinning at little at her forceful attitude.
“Yacht One to base, we copy…” Ari spoke, replacing the set back down.
“Yacht One…what's your status? Why was there radio silence?” Ethan’s voice filled the cab and all 3 of them exchanged a glace.
“Make something up, quick…” Hannah urged. After a split second pause Sammy grabbed the radio.
“There's a... battery failure.  Lesson learned.”
“Copy that…” Ethan spoke again.
Hannah, Ari and Sammy looked at one another again, before Hannah’s spoke.
“So that was fun.”
Ari looked at her as she stared straight ahead, her mouth twitching into a grin. She glanced at Ari who began to chuckle slightly, before her eyes returned to the front. Sammy looked at the pair of them and snorted, shaking his head.
“Fun, right…mad bastards…”
15 minutes or so later they drove down to the cove which was 7 miles or so away from the resort, the rendezvous point with the Navy Seals, who were ready and waiting. Quickly and efficiently they began herding the refugees over the sand, directing them into boats. When the first line of rafts were full they all waded into the water, helping them through the first bow of waves before returning to short to fill up the second.
“Come on, that’s it, careful now…” Hannah said, taking an older woman’s hand and helping her over the side of the boat. The woman gripped her fingers tightly, pressing a kiss to the back of Hanna’s hand, looking at her, tears in her eyes. Hannah smiled at her, fighting back her own tears at the woman’s emotion as she placed her other hand over the lady’s nodding to her as she let go. She turned to help the next person in, pausing as she saw the small boy clinging to Ari’s leg. Ari paused for a moment, his large hand falling to the back of the boys head, then his cheek tenderly as he smiled and swung him up, wading back over to the boat Hannah was stood by. He dropped the boy into the back and then they began to push the boat out to sea.
Once it was clear, Hannah straightened up, walking backwards out of the ocean before she turned, just as a wave hit her a little strongly causing her to stumble forwards, slightly. She felt herself pitching downwards, when two strong hands hooked under her armpits, preventing her from falling straight into the water.
“I got ya Firefly…” Ari said, setting her straight up on her feet again and he looked at her, hands on her shoulders. “You ok?”
“Yeah, thanks…”
“Come on…” he said, gently looping his right arm round her waist as they made their way out, their pants completely soaked from the knees down, shirts slightly damp from the splashing about, but neither of them paid it any attention. They both turned and stood, watching as the boats made their way out to sea, Hannah’s eyes filing with tears. Ari’s grip around her tightened slightly and she lay her head against his upper arm and shoulder, her left arm looping around his waist, as the rest of the group drew up alongside them, Max to her right.
No one spoke for a moment, they all simply stood watching, drawing their breath as each and every one of them was heaving with exertion and emotion. To the left of Ari, Jake glanced down the line, giving a small huff of happiness, his face curling into a smile and Max dropped his arm round Hannah’s shoulder as her right hand rubbed at his back.
They’d done it. They’d fucking done it…
“He who saves one life saves the world entire….” Max broke the silence with an old quote, and Hannah glanced at him before she looked back out over the ocean.
“We just saved 174…” she said, her tone one of happiness and disbelief.  She glanced up at Max whose arm squeezed around her shoulders once more as he smiled at her. She then turned to look at Ari who gave her another squeeze around her waist, and finally her attention turned to her brother where he stood at the other side of Max lighting a cigarette. He turned and walked away from the line, Ari watching him go as did Hannah, the two of them sharing a glace. Ari gestured with his head and let go of Hannah and she nodded as Ari followed Sammy back up the sand, Hannah remaining with Jake and Max, both men flanking her, Jake’s arm joining Max’s around her shoulder.
“Hey, you okay?” Ari asked Sammy.
“What?” Sammy asked him softly, “Yeah, of course I'm okay.”  he gestured to the ocean with his hand, smiling and letting out a quiet laugh. “Look.”
With that he turned to head back to the trucks, and Ari could tell from his body language he was pissed off, despite what he was saying. And he knew why too.
“Sammy…”Ari spoke to his back and Sam turned back to face him. “It was a random checkpoint. A dry run wouldn't have mattered.”
“Hey, it's all good. It's all good. We did it.” Sammy said, his tone still soft “I'm having the time of my life…” he smiled, gesturing towards Hannah. Ari turned to see her stood between Jake and Max, the 3 still stood in a line, arms round one another before he looked back at Sammy as he continued to speak. “..you two aren’t the only ones getting a huge buzz out of all this!”
Hearing her brother’s soft tone, and recognising the quiet anger it was carrying, Hannah turned to see him walking away, Ari’s hands dropping into his pockets. Giving the boys a quick pat on the back each she turned and made her way towards Ari as Sam spun back to face him.
“You know, it may have been a random checkpoint this time, but thanks to you, the next one won't be.” he said, his voice a little louder, carrying over the sound of the waves. “Maybe…” he threw his hands out to his sides as he walked backwards a few steps, before he turned and walked away.
“Leave him Ari…he’ll come round.” Hannah said gently. Ari looked down at her, before he took a deep breath.
“Well I don’t know about you, but I need a drink…”
“Fuck yes.” Hannah agreed, nodding solemnly. Ari smiled at her, before he turned to Max and Jake and told them it was time to go.
*****
They reached the resort in the early hours of the morning, Rachel greeting them all with a hug as she told them the life boats had made it out to the open water with no issues. They all sat with a drink, huddled in one of the huts, listening to the radio and when the notification came through that all boats had made it back with no issues everyone jumped up sharing a silent cheer, hugging one another.
“It’s ok Sammy…” Hannah spoke to her brother gently “We’re ok yeah, try not to think on it too much.”
“I know…” he said, gently touching the side of her neck “I know…I’m gonna go hit the hay.”
He dropped a kiss to the side of her head and turned, leaving the hut without so much as a word.
One by one they filtered out, Hannah staying behind to help Rachel pack away the radio and coms equipment before she too emerged, standing still under the soft strips of bulbs which hung from building to building along the resort, taking a breath and a moment to process what had happened.
174 people. Safe.
She glanced up at the Sky, wondering for a moment if her Dad and Andy for that matter could see her now, what they would be thinking. Deep down she knew the answer to that, they’d be proud, probably a bit pissed at how reckless she’d been but, well, what was new? Smiling softly to herself she turned to head to her own room when she spotted Ari was sat on the sand further up the beach, out of the way of the main buildings. She hesitated for a moment before she made her way over.
"Trouble sleeping, Firefly?" Ari asked without taking his eyes from the ocean. "I dunno. I'll tell you when I go to bed. Besides, fireflies don't sleep, Ari. We come alive at night." she sassed.
Drawn to the light, she thought.
Ari chuckled softly.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
He turned around to look at her and nodded as he watched her sit next to him, her movements smooth and light. She flexed her legs before she bent her knees and hugged them against her chest.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked side glancing him.
"Well, you're the most caring of them all. So if anyone was going to come out here to check up on me, it had to be you." Ari shrugged and smiled at her.
"What makes you think I'm checking up on you and not that I just want to enjoy the ocean before sleeping?" she asked smirking.
"You asked if I was ok, Firefly. Don't be a smart ass." he smirked back at her.
"Fair point, Lobo." she nodded gazing at his eyes for a few seconds before looking back at the ocean.
“I can’t get over how quiet they were…” Ari spoke after a moment, looking at her. She smiled at him and he took a drag of his cigarette. Hannah reached for it, taking a pull herself and exhaling, her eyes closed.
“Since when did you smoke?” Ari looked at her, arching an eyebrow.
“I don’t, not really…only when the occasion arises.” she smiled, “For fucks sake don’t tell Sammy.”
He gave a soft chuckle and looked at her as she passed it back to him, raising it once more to his lips.
Ari looked at her as she watched the ocean and they fell silent for a moment. Some of her hair had fallen free from her loose bun in the heat of the struggle to get the Ethiopians on the boats, and were now blowing in the gentle breeze of the night. He couldn't see all of her face, being as it was the darkest night of the month. But the lights from the bulbs hanging all along the resort buildings together with a bunch of stars scattered across the night sky all reflecting on the water surface allowed him to make out her profile and he could see her smiling slightly as she hummed some sort of lullaby.
The moment seemed so intimate and he felt so at ease he decided to share some of his most personal childhood memories with her.
“Did I ever tell you my mother was on The Exodus?” Ari said, breaking the silence.
Hannah shook her head, looking at him. “I thought she was from America.”
“My real mother.” Ari said, his arms were looped around his knees and his eyes focussed out over the dark water. “After they took my father, she boarded with the other survivors and set with nothing. Just clothes on her back and... “ he paused, raising his eyebrows slightly as he tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette. “A little four-year-old boy.” he looked down between his arms as he spoke again “They sailed for weeks. Finally reached the Promised Land, the Brits didn't let them in. They turned them away.”
He turned to see Hannah watching him intently, and gave her a small smile.
“Young British officer felt sorry for her. Agreed to hide me…” he took a deep breath, averting his eyes from Hannah’s “She gave me up.”
He took another drag from his cigarette and Hannah smiled softly at him. “No, she saved you.”
Ari looked at her, a soft smile playing on his face before he turned away again, once more looking back over the ocean.
“British officer met an American volunteer and we moved to New York when I was seven…” he shook his head softly “New parents, new life.” Ari concluded, smoking once more. He exhaled and finished his tale “Moved back to Israel the day I turned 18…”
Hannah noticed there was an underlying tone of bitterness to his voice, one that she could understand. He had been surrendered by his mother, taken from his roots through no fault of his own. He was bound to feel some sort of abandonment issues, no matter who good a ‘new life’ he had been given. Maybe even a shred of guilt, that he escaped when thousands others didn’t. Suddenly the reason why he did what he did made a little more sense to her.
“Well…we're all just refugees, aren't we?” she said softly, looking down at the sand. Ari glanced at her and she looked up at him giving him a soft smile. With the hand that wasn’t holding his cigarette he reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear.
“You were great out there tonight Firefly.” he said gently, his hand dropping back to his knee.
Hannah watched his hand travel from her hair back to his knee. Ari's touch had caught her off guard and it had sent a wave of goose bumps washing over her skin. She felt herself shiver, so she adjusted her plaid shirt over her frame and, after swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she muttered
“Thanks."
"No. Thanks to you for backing me up." he said looking at her fondly "With Sam, I mean." he added.
He was about to tell her it had felt like old times but words got caught in his throat as he noticed her looking at him pensively, as if deciding whether to bring something up or not, and he realised the moment he had been dreading since she had accepted being part of the mission had arrived.
“I’ve never been able to understand what happened between us…” Hannah swallowed and Ari looked down at the sand. “I mean, I know what happened, obviously, we…well, you know but…then you disappeared, no explanation, came back complete with girlfriend and married her like 6 months later. So, you know, I moved but I still don’t understand.”
He had always known the time would come where she would demand answers, but he hadn't prepared himself to give them to her, not really. How can you answer something like that? How can you tell the girl you had loved that you left her behind because of what you thought was a good reason at the time, but a reason you knew she was going to absolutely flip her shit at.
“Do you want the long, self-pity version or the short one?” Ari asked eventually, deciding that he had to come clean if they were ever going to get past this and salvage something from the whole shitty mess.
“Well, it’s not like I got anywhere to go is it?” she shrugged.
"Remember the night of the party? At your mum's clinic?" he asked.
Hannah just nodded slowly trying to comprehend.
"Well Sammy somehow saw us, or maybe someone did and told him, I don’t know for sure…what I do know is he cornered me the following day, he was furious. Asked me how long had it been going on…”
Ari stopped to light another cigarette and took a long drag, waiting for his words to sink in before continuing.
"He told me... well, he forced me to break it off because I was no good for you." Ari said after breathing out the smoke. “He said the whole age gap thing was an issue and your training to be a Doctor was more important than whatever it was we had. I can still remember his word Firefly ‘It’s hard enough to train as a Doctor being a woman Ari. She doesn't need any distraction.’ And I believed him, Han." he finished with a sigh. "Few months later I met Sarah, and... you know the rest of the story" he said turning to look at her.
Hannah looked at him, her expression completely blank but he could see her eyes were flashing dangerously.
“Sammy knew?” she asked. Ari nodded. “How.”
“I don’t know.” Ari shrugged “Like I said, he just turned up the morning after…” he paused, swallowing “…the morning after what turned out to be the last night we spent together and punched me in the jaw, warned me off.”
There was a moment or so of silence before a bitter laugh escaped Hannah.
“All this time…” she shook her head, “All this time Ari, I never understood and I just thought, or wanted to, that you were being a typical guy, taking what he wanted for a few months and leaving when things started getting a little too serious , but in reality it’s because you thought I wasn’t worth the fight… and that’s even worse!” “No, Hannah…” Ari shook his head, she was so far off the mark it was untrue “That’s not true…”
He had tried to reach for her as he spoke but she slapped his hand off.
“Bullshit it isn’t true!” she blazed at him, shaking her head “I fucking loved you Ari…”
Ari swallowed, looking at her, his head reeling from her sudden admission. Fuck, she’d loved him. Like he had her. He had hurt her far more than he thought.
Yeah, you fucked up big time, Levinson. “It might only have been a fling to you but you knocked me off my feet when I first met you. You were my first, the first guy I ever slept with for fucks sake! I spent 5 years with you in my head and…now…”
“Hannah, it wasn’t just a fling to me, at all.” he shook his head, his eyes locking onto hers which were now brimming with tears. “You have no idea the times I thought about coming back to you, telling Sammy to go fuck himself…but then I got more and more involved with Mossad and…”
“Didn’t stop you with Sarah.” she snapped back and Ari dropped his head slightly, before he looked back at her.
“I know, and I won’t lie to you Firefly, I loved her. It was different to how I felt about you, I know that but…, well, it was good, good enough, and then she fell pregnant…” “No, you got her pregnant…” Hannah shook her head at him and he ignored her continuing.
“…and I couldn’t leave my child, not like my mother did…” “Then why the fuck are you here Ari?” Hannah scoffed “If Maya means that much to you, why on Earth are you in the middle of the fucking Sudanese desert running operations?”
“Because she’s safe with her mother.” Ari swallowed, looking at Hannah “And those kids in the refugee camps aren’t.”
“And I was safe with my mama Ari, that doesn’t mean I didn’t miss my dad growing up after he died.”
Ari had no response to that, because he knew she was right. The guilt of missing so much of Maya’s life ate him up on a daily basis, but so did the guilt of knowing about all those people out there who needed his help. He’d balanced his remorse over Maya, telling himself regularly that if he didn’t help those who needed it, then no one would and in his head it made sense…but here Hannah was, calling him out in the way she had always been able to and he was beginning to doubt himself.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, her next outburst left him reeling.
“You’re an arrogant, selfish asshole Ari.” she shook her head and he looked at her, frowning “You think you can do what you want, all of this…” she waved her hand around her “with no consequence. But look at the destruction you leave behind. Sam’s hand, Maya, Andy…me.”
Ari, who had been feeling shittier by the minute realised he couldn't possibly feel any worse than he did right there and then. He had hit rock bottom. Hannah was right and he knew it. She was right about the destruction he left behind. She was right about Sam. She was right about Maya. She was maybe right about her, what seemed the correct decision at the time was now nothing but a shitty excuse.
You didn't fight for me.
And she was right. He hadn't.
But what had shaken him the most was the fact that she had put Andy in the same bag. She had told him just a few days ago she didn't blame him for what had happened. But that was not entirely true, apparently. Why would she have brought up Andy if she didn't think he was to blame?
He felt his eyes start brimming up with tears and made a titanic effort to keep them at bay.
“Hannah…” his voice was thick as he spoke and she looked away, wiping her face.
“Sorry, that…” she took a deep breath “that was uncalled for…” “But not wrong.” he said gently, looking down, “You’re right. I am a selfish asshole...which makes me think Sammy was right, I don’t, or didn’t, deserve you.”
They both fell silent for a minute before Hannah sniffed and took a deep breath.
“Deserving or not, would you have still been with me if Sammy hadn’t warned you off?” she asked, looking at him.
“Hannah” he groaned “Does that matter now? After everything?”
“No, I suppose not.” her tone was blank as she stood up, and dusted herself down. “Goodnight Ari.”
Ari watched her go. Her movements smooth and light as always but she walked slower, with a heavy tread, carrying a burden she hadn't 15 minutes or so ago when she had come to check up on him. He had burdened her with an explanation, one that she deserved but hadn't anticipated. She was upset and had all the right to be, Ari thought as he saw her shoulders shake lightly. She was crying.
Exhaustion from the tension of their first mission mixed with the bitterness from the conversation with Hannah left him beyond emotional, and thus the tears he had managed to avoid were now running down his cheeks.  He stood up with a sigh and started walking towards his bedroom building. He needed some rest. They all needed some rest.
Tomorrow, hopefully, they would see things in a different light.
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tslasvegas · 3 years
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Episode 10: “I ain't gettin fooled a third time.” - Jeff
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Darn it. That vote hurt. I mean it's a game, and there's only one winner, but Steph and I had a great time the last time we played, and we played well here too. But our Final 2 tag hurt us. I mean, yes, we had that agreement, but it hurt us. I had to vote her, as there was no other way forward. Even if I used my Steal a Vote, it would not have been enough. Good thing Kailyn spoke up after the vote, so they know it was her who voted with Steph and not me. Hopefully that lessens me as a target. How does Ben have so many advantages. He will be out to win immunity next for sure.
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I am actually really sad that we voted Stephanie out. I think there were better options but I guess it had to happen. It’s interesting that is spread so rapidly to everyone else in the game. I didn’t speak to really anyone and yet everyone knew what was happening. There’s definitely some connections going on that I’m unaware of. But also! One step closer to making it to single digits! I just have to survive two more tribals and I’m officially a flop no more! With the Super Idol, technically I can be “voted out” once before leaving the game, if Liv still decides to play it on me. So I’m feeling pretty good about my chances moving forward. The meninist group is a solid 5 I think. That’s almost half the tribe remaining. At this point, I really don’t think there’s a path for me to actually win the game. Unless I take control and start some big moves right away. But we will see. 
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Okay so it's been a while, and there's a lot to unpack. Merging: In regards to the merge itself, I have very mixed feelings about how the people in the merge are, and how things generally shook out in regards to the tribe divisions. Getting sent in with an instant 7-3-3 should, in normal circumstances, be pretty damning in how an early merge goes. People have a tendency to play safe, lay low, and just ride out the game a little bit before really going for anything. As far as the people we merged with that I had not met yet: Jaiden - Really cool guy, I spend all day talking to him, shooting the shit, just having a good time. Easily top 3 people this season for me. I want to go far with him. Xavier - Kinda neutral on him. I speak to him sometimes, but the conversations do not really have much in the way of depth to him. John - Meh. Doesn't speak a ton, just kind of minding his own business. Kailyn - Doesn't speak to me much at all. We've exchanged a couple of messages, but nothing too substantial. Whatever I guess. Ben - Literally refuses to speak to me. Not sure what his deal is or why he acts the way he does, but whatever I guess. So as a basic assessment, pre F13 tribal, the people I feel best about are Jake, Jaiden, Keegan, and Joey. These are the ones that I should be able to trust, that should be able to get me farther into the game. I feel with this that I'm in a better spot than I was in my previous 2 seasons, because I seem to have alleviated the issue of only having real connections to people on "my side". In Svalbard I was very isolated with Nathan/Rachael/John, and got burnt because the rest didn't want to play with me anymore. In Finland, it felt like more of a dice roll really, but I never got going with Tom/Drew/Bodhi/Zoe, so I was the first to get burnt because my connections just weren't good enough. But now, I should have the means to protect myself on both sides, and make it farther based on that. First tribal comes around, Palazzo has numbers, things should be simple. Ben doesn't talk to people, no one has a problem if he were to get sent home. Easy enough. Andrew makes people a bit wary, but its first tribal, he's not causing any particular harm, and we can deal with that issue later. But then Andrew slips up, he tells Jake that Keegan is the one pushing his name. I'm not sure why he did this, but he did. I confirm with Jake that it was actually Andrew that threw his name out first, but Keegan and I shifted it on to Ben. Whatever, mess is made, but no one says anything, vote should still be Ben. Get to tribal.... Andrew, 9-4. Not one, not two, but three people flip on us at the first tribal, sending Andrew home, and blindsiding myself, Pat, and Stephanie. With this, we're clearly on the outs, and Keegan/Liv/Joey blatantly lied to us. We confront them about it. Get some stories of, "weren't sure how people were feeling, didn't want anything to go wrong with the vote. Andrew was causing problems". Like yeah, okay, I know that that happened, but I had already expressed to both Keegan and Joey that I had strong reservations about how Andrew was approaching the game, and didn't want to have him be in long. I didn't think he's go right away, but clearly I was alright with the idea, yet they let me out. Fool me once, shame on you. Next time, okay votes gonna be simple. No one likes Ben, he doesn't talk to anyone, he just ignores me, he's gonna go home. Fine, everyone's happy. Well of course, we get to tribal, and he plays SWOP. I knew something was up, the way he was acting just wasn't right. Andrew said he was a good player, and I knew something was up when he was just giving up and having needless outbursts. Not the type of play that you'd expect from a "good player". So okay, we go back to OG Palazzo chat. Everyone says "lets vote John". Okay fine. Pat and I get to talking, because we're both close with Jaiden and Jake, and entertain the idea of voting Steph. Figure that we can get ahead of the curve because Palazzo is a mess, set ourselves up for the future. Pat can't change his vote cause he already casted, oops. I vote and play an extra vote because I thought a tie could be risked because I can't count. Vote goes 10-2 on Steph. Yet again, Joey, Keegan, and Liv opted to not say a word about anything to Pat and I. They don't care about us. They expect us to just do what they say, go along with whatever story they tell us before bed, but I ain't havin it anymore. Fool me twice, shame on me. I ain't gettin fooled a third time. These fuckers ain't gonna walk all over us and act like we ain't actual players. If they don't want to work with us, tell us anything, then I don't need them. I'll go with Jaiden and Jake, who are much more fun to talk to anyway, and curbstomp all of them. People already took Rachael from me, I ain't lettin them get any more W's on me. 
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Stephanie is gone! I can't believe I made it through that cracked ass tribal council, but I used the limited information Ben was providing to me to my advantage. The moment Ben told me what was going on, I swooped to Keegan and John and told them to prepare for the worst - tbh I thought he was going to have an idol or something and we would need to throw votes elsewhere. I think Keegan was the one who said he thought Ben's got a safety without power from his statements and it made so much sense to me. When it came time to scramble, obviously I didn't wanna be the first person to throw a name out there, but once the opportunity presented itself I tossed Stephanie's name out and it basically caught on like wildfire. I told Joey first, then the Meninist alliance chat. There definitely was some push back at first from Keegan, which I'll get to in a bit, as well as I think Livingston a little bit. Then it just caught on FIRE. Suddenly Stephanie's name was going through everything it felt like and every single person was down for Stephanie. For a minute there was a brief insurgence of John names, but I think me throwing Stephanie's name out first was the best thing to happen because once a name was out there, it basically ignited the power keg and there was no way to stop it. I think it could've gone the other way had John's name gone out first tbh... It is just such a relief to have some sort of affirmation that my targets are going home. I feel a lot stronger now than ever before, almost like allowing Andrew to go over Ben last round is giving me an edge like I've never had before. Tbh as much as I dislike Ben as a player, I do kinda hate this circlejerk kind of group hate for the guy because I don't think he's done anything so bad that it makes him a bad person... maybe not the kind of guy I'd associate with in real life... but I'm sure he's chill outside of this. I also don't wanna come across like on this moral high ground where I'm better than anybody because I definitely talk a lot of shit about everyone else, but as somebody who was in the same shoes as him once, I can empathize with how it feels right now. I can empathize because when I played Tumblr Survivor starting out I definitely was really messy for the fun of it and it slowly started to become un-fun when everyone made it their mission to kinda be shitty to me. I don't know what Ben's goal is here and I'm not a specialist trying to diagnose him, but... yeah. I just feel bad that he's being dogpiled by all of us with hateful attitudes is all. ANYWAYS, back to something that matters - me! I finally survived the dreaded second tribal council of the merge. I've already beaten that part from India, now I just need to make it past the next two votes and I've made it to my first goal - single digits!! I know that I'm competing with a lot of people for single digits right now lol but I hope that people wise up and start taking care of the real threats in the game, namely Livingston, John, Kailyn, and Joey. Getting a dark round, I think this is the best thing we could've asked for because like I said before, I think Keegan was holding himself back from really pushing his agenda. I think Keegan is aware how big of a threat John is in these games, so if I can sort of use Keegan's mistrust in John against him, I might be able to swing for a much bigger target this coming round - Livingston. I kinda feel like Livingston is REALLY well-connected on this tribe, he's basically best friends with everyone from Jake to Joey to Keegan to Pat. If I want to free some of those bigger names up, I really need to go for Livingston because his position is SO desirable right now. I think people are cognizant to the danger posed by those four guys, but no one is really looking at Livingston because they love him so much. If I can somehow convince John that getting rid of Livingston benefits both of us, I might take that shot. It's going to come at a huge fucking risk though, but doesn't everything when you're playing in the dark have a big risk associated with it? Then it just kinda takes getting Ben, Kailyn, and Xavier on my side as well and then the shot is literally so close I can taste it. HOWEVER! Before I start hyping myself up right now, I have to focus on what really matters to me - getting to the end. Resume building doesn't need to start at the final eleven. My biggest error in all of my past Tumblr Survivor games is that I start playing the game REALLY hard way too early. I've learned maybe a couple lessons in subtlety along the way, so planting seeds is gonna need to be the way to go. If I start saying things like, "isn't Livingston so cool? He's basically friends with everyone" and "I would like to see Livingston win if I'm not in the end, he's a really cool guy" it'll 1) be super obvious that I want to make a move against him and 2) maybe start giving people the idea that their best friend is their biggest competition in the end. Something doesn't need to happen tomorrow. It's about the long game, too. I just hope for my sake that I'm doing enough to keep my head above water. If tonight was proof of anything, it's that this game is going to get a lot more difficult. 
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I can't believe that worked so perfectly. Ben does everything I tell him to do, even down to interrupting me during the challenge. He's public enemy #1, and that's another meat shield for me. Stephanie goes - truthfully I feel horrible because she is so sweet - but that's the last person who I wasn't directly aligned with. Also, the Dark Round couldn't have come at a better time. If Ben or I win immunity, I have a plan to get out another big threat. And this is one of my favorite flash games. But at this point I need to act like Ben and I aren't tight. If I make it to the end everyone is gonna hate me. Oof.
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letsperaltiago · 5 years
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We’ll sweep out the ashes in the morning |CHAPTER 2|
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CHAPTER 2: I say we don't know what comes 'cause that's on the way
“I’m home,” Jake called out as per routine as soon as he set a foot inside the walls of his home as the clock stroke 8 PM. The winter darkness had swallowed New York whole multiple hours ago, and the dwelling feeling of this specific day being that longest in a while was stuck in Jake’s tired, cold bones. Yes, today had felt torturously long, but it wasn’t because of the dark season (a national depression and whatnot) or the fact that he’d been out the door for 12 hours by now. No, all day long it’d felt like his phone and hands were constantly burning in what was clearly a move with the intention of provoking him. His body wanted to text Amy so bad; the faster he did that, the sooner he’d (hopefully) get to see her again. Yet he managed to refrain from doing so, figuring that Amy Santiago wouldn’t give anyone or anything but her job the time of day during official work hours.
Next thing he knew and before his thoughts could carry him elsewhere, the sound of a few light steps approached from the living room. Meanwhile he shrugged off his coat to abandon it on its designated hanger; right next to hers and above the already kicked off shoes.
“Hey,” he heard a warm voice welcome his eyes to switch in the direction of its owner. Here they met a pair of beautiful, welcoming brown irises. Not Amy’s warm brown irises though, he caught himself thinking… This was so wrong.
Immediately upon realising the betrayal his mind had just presented to him, Jake Peralta felt his heart skip a beat - the guilty kind - along with his gut dropping. It was indeed very wrong (even a rule he’d say) to compare ones current girlfriend, who was currently leaning against the doorframe connecting the living room to the entree, to an old friend slash colleague. Especially when you’d only talked to said old colleague for 3 minutes the very same morning. Her leaning hip elegantly as ever nudged the rest of her figure out of her resting position with his direction as target. “How was your day? It’s kinda late and I was getting worried about you.” Slender hands slid onto his waist as if they were making their way back home, reminding Jake of the fact that there was indeed nothing to worry about. Not when the incredibly stunning and smart Sophia Perez was gripping onto his knitted sweater in order to keep him in place for a welcoming kiss to his purple, frozen lips.
“Sorry,” barely made it out against her lips. Pulling away was his next move. “I had a perp that didn’t exactly feel like confessing, so I had to stay in order to get him to talk. He was not a fan.”
“Always the hero, huh?” Sophia smiled cheekily before turning back around prior to walking back to whatever she’d been doing before he walked in. “I had to bring home an important case that’s due tomorrow, so I’m working on that and already ate… But I made sure to keep a portion of dinner for you. It’s ready to be put in the microwave.” Then she disappeared back into the living room.
“Thank you,” was all there was left for him to call out after her, before making his way to their kitchen. ‘Their kitchen’ was still such a weird concept to Jake; sure they’d been together for 4 years now and had lived together for almost two, but sharing his home with another person still seemed surreal to him. This was of course nothing personal against Sophia, but it’d taken Jake a while to get comfortable enough with the idea of sharing a home with a romantic partner - hence why it’d taken Sophia two years to convince him of the fact that his apartment was a hazardous climate and that sharing the bills in two would ease their respective economies. All that aside, they now shared a quite nice apartment not too far from the 99th precinct and once again there was actual food on the table instead of his usual ‘chocolate milk with whatever cereal was in his cupboard that day’-combo. Not that he expected Sophia to cook or do anything for him… It was more a case of Sophia not really letting him, because she was afraid of him messing up, which to Jake himself seemed to be a fair judgement of character. What a chaos it would’ve been if he’d ended up with someone who couldn’t cook.
Whilst waiting for his food to be heated by the microwave as it quietly purred in the background, Jake suddenly realised he’d actually managed to forget about the burning phone in his pocket. For approximately three minutes. Nice. Without any further hesitation he grabbed the device from the right front pocket of his jeans and  swiped it open before immediately clicking the green ‘contacts’ button; dear God, he hoped he still had her number. If not, he’d probably kill- Oh wait, there it was. Jake instantly felt his heart settle again. Yet just as quickly as it had settled, his veins started pumping and of course his heart followed behind, racing again just as his shaky thumb clicked her name then ‘send message’.
Elsewhere, still in her old apartment, Amy Santiago heard her phone give off a rumbling sound that was too loud to ignore. A sigh escaped her otherwise relaxed body in frustration caused by the fact that she’d forgotten to take her phone off vibrate. Trying to fight the global phone-addiction, she liked her evenings undisturbed and preferably without unnecessary use of any gadgets. Though she had to admit that this interruption was no one else but her own fault; and Jake Peralta’s, she mentally added shortly after having put down her book and pushed herself off the couch to check on whoever was trying to reach her after 8 PM. A small, some would say guilty even, grin let its presence be known at the sight before her. Of course it was him; who else?
Jake Peralta: Didnt have ur email saved in my contacts. Sorry:(
Creative, funny enough for her to breath out a chuckle. Even though it was just a few words, Amy had to admit that she was pleasantly surprised by how unquestionably their dynamic fell back into place; something she’d lacked ever since her transfer.
Amy Santiago: I’ll let it slide this one time.
Waiting, staring at the three taunting dots, holding her breath.
Jake Peralta: cool cool cool. so i was thinkin saturday. shaw’s. 8 pm. cool?
Jake’s lack of upper case letters was a mess, which could only cause Amy to feel physically uncomfortable. She was just about to allow herself to comment on it; had he not gone to school? Though she refrained and thus it was quickly replaced by more important matters such as verifying her neatly structured calendar. It would be a lie though, if she claimed to not have made a mental note; Jake really needed to step up his texting game and formal requirements. Simply the thought of his supposed, messy work mails caused yet another shudder, whilst her fingers directed the conversation in a completely different direction.
Amy Santiago: Just checked my calendar and we’re in the clear. Saturday at 8 it is. Hope you’ve gotten better at pool.
In his comfortable spot on his and Sophia’s couch as yet another episode of Queer Eye introduced itself, Jake tried to act if he wasn’t actually afraid of not getting a reply; as if he didn’t fear the fact that Amy had agreed to meet up just to be polite and get rid of him that very same morning. He tried to act as if that would be okay ‘cause it’s not like they meant more to each other than the average old friend slash colleague. People came and went; Jake knew that better than anyone. Though that didn’t mean that he was actually good at playing it off as okay - especially when ‘people’ could potentially be Amy Santiago. Mercifully, a buzz coming from the arm rest beside him drew his attention away from the warm dinner before him and spiralling thoughts. There was no questioning the fact that he did indeed reach for the buzzing device way too fast, but all that fell aside when the lock screen’s preview of the text caused his heart to swell with joy.
Jake Peralta: deal. and dont worry. i’ve been practicing. ur ass will be whooped by 9
A feeling of a potential catastrophe came rushing through his entire body as soon as his finger had pressed the ‘send’ button. Perhaps your third text in five years to an old friend shouldn’t include her ass; especially when you own ass was far from single and definitely had felt… emotions towards said old friend at some point in time. Fumbling fingers quickly typed out a desperate, probably pointless, redeem before yet again hitting ‘send’.
Jake Peralta: sorry!! that was really inappropriate!
“Fuck,” he furiously locked his phone, mad at himself, at the exact same time as the back of his head hit the back of his couch in defeat. Well, if she had no reason to back out before, she definitely had now. Billions of minutes went by (or so it felt) before another buzz drew the heavy head off the back of the couch in a quick snap. In a spur of moment it all very much felt like the pivotal moment of his entire life.
Amy Santiago: Title of your sex tape?
Oxygen once again poured right into his lungs, allowing his chest to open up and his breath to unhinge from the brief, horrid intermission. The widest smile in forever (compared to what, he didn’t exactly know) formed on his tired yet now very content face. Their relationship really hadn’t changed and apparently the student had become the teacher.
Though ‘Saturday at 8 PM’ had seemed lightyears away on that Wednesday, for both Jake and Amy, the weekend and day finally emerged. Unbeknownst to the opposite party, one was more nervous and excited than the other. They’d sent each other a few texts during those few days; small jokes, remarks and other whatnots without importance. Little did they know that every single notification made the other’s heart jump to their throats for just a nanosecond - every damn time.
Amy Santiago: I’m at Shaw’s. Got us two seats in the right corner booth. Where are you?
Jake Peralta: its only 7.48!.. whatever. shouldve known i never had a fighting chance. see ya in 10
Amy chuckled to herself after leaving her phone face down on the oh so familiar, wooden table. Seemingly out of nowhere, the strong familiarity of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks: Sitting in a booth at Shaw’s, the smoke from multiple lit cigarettes mixed with the smell of alcohol, waiting for an iconically late Jake, sipping on a cheap beer… If she hadn’t known any better, Amy could’ve sworn that she was back in 2014. There was no way she’d ever say it out loud, because that would mean actually acknowledging it, but she sometimes wished she actually was back in 2014. This would imply still working at the Nine-Nine and more importantly the fact that she’d get a second chance at choosing a different path for herself. A path that didn’t bring her away from what she’d forever consider her favourite work place and best friends; more precisely a path that didn’t bring her so far away from the possibility of getting closer to a certain idiot, sweet manchild. Sometimes she even caught herself redhanded thinking, daydreaming about what they could’ve possibly resulted in if she’d just stayed. If only she’d just stuck around long enough for her to realise that Teddy wasn’t a match and Jake possibly was… If not perfect then maybe at least better.
She must’ve been staring at the tip of her beer bottle for quite some time seeing that as soon as she allowed her eyes to leave it, she gazed right at a smiling Jake Peralta. Almost like he’d walked right out of her guilty daydream.
“7.59,” he briefly threw a glance at his phone, before putting it down on the table. “Nailed it.”
There was that stupid, racing heartbeat again, Amy thought to herself in the midst of trying to play it off with a welcoming smile and what she hoped was a smooth answer. “I’m impressed. Just for that? First drink is on me.” She pushed a second beer, unopened, in his direction. Prepared as always.
“First drink? Damn, Santiago,” he slid himself into the narrow booth and seated himself next to her. “Are you planning on getting me drunk?”
“Shut up.” Honestly? Yes. But she couldn’t admit to that so she settled for a classic eye roll. That at least always seemed to get her out of these kinds of situations, where she hopelessly needed to run from her secret wishes.
“Here’s to reunions and old friendships,” Jake raised his beer into the air, implicitly asking Amy to make this their little moment.
“I’ll drink to that,” Amy complied, clinking her bottle against his before taking a slurp.
Moving forward, flow of the conversation was smooth and seemed infinite. As a surprise to no one, they had a lot to catch up on and there was no sparing of details or sidetracks. The rabbit hole that was their five years apart was wide agape, and with alcohol added to the mix, there was no stopping them. Their phones never left their screen down positions on the table before them, and their eyes never left the other’s. This was continuously the case until they were both three drinks in and Jake’s phone suddenly pinged.
“Sorry. Just a sec,” the beer in his hand was replaced by his phone. “Must be Sophia asking where I am.”
Sophia. Amy mentally repeated the name, analysing it, trying to put it into a fitting context but alas failed. It must’ve shown on her face. She was never good at hiding her true emotions - especially confusion, where her frowning brows would always act as snitches.
“Oh, wait…” an almost regretful, nervous even, expression presented itself on Jake’s face. “You don’t know Sophia, right?” Why did he have a culpable feeling of not wanting her to either? Things were going so well. It might not have been morally right if so, but Jake couldn’t help but consider that an evening without mentioning Sophia would’ve been easier… He knew things with Amy could never head in certain directions, but he also knew that there would’ve been nothing illegal about forgetting about certain things for just a couple of hours, right? Temporarily allowing himself to forget that Amy had left, eliminating alternative fates for their relationship, thus leading him onto a path right into Sophia’s arms. Alas, it too late. There was no way around it, and Jake had to act like he didn’t absolutely loath the cards that were now clearly on the table. “I met Sophia about a year after you transferred to Major Crimes. She’s…” Jake interrupted himself by taking a finishing gulp of his now empty beer. “She’s great. We live together in an apartment near the Nine-Nine and we’re enga- she’s uh-… my fiancée.”
If he didn’t know any better, Jake could’ve sworn that his old friend’s otherwise golden brown eyes were suddenly eclipsed b a darker shade that he couldn’t quite recognise. All he knew was that it could compare to the way sinister thunderclouds would overtake a clear spring day.
“Oh, that’s…” He saw her struggle to form words, her dark eyes returning to the old habit of centralising on inanimate objects rather than people, whenever she needed a second to form her upcoming sentence. “That’s… amazing!” her eyes were redirected back to his, paired with a weirdly contrasting smile. “I’m so happy for you, Jake. You deserve that.”
If it wasn’t because he consciously forced himself to not overanalyse every single thing she said or did that evening, Jake would’ve been worried by this immediate switch of mood. Yet he let it be, acting as if everything was as it should be. “Thank you.” That was a start, Jake thought. “Yeah, I’m… very happy.” He begged to God that he sounded more convincing than he felt. Why was he feeling like this? He was far from unhappy with Sophia and there was no justifying his opposing thoughts nor his feelings.
“Good. That’s the most important, right?”
God, he hated that he loved the way she tilted her head, whenever she would ask a rhetorical question. “Of course… But uh- what about you? Got a lucky guy?” Though he was definitely tipsy by then, he was nowhere near drunk enough for this conversation. Just the fact that he felt the need to be drunk for this particular conversation was reason enough to get drunk.
“No,” she smiled. Not sadly, because Amy Santiago surely didn’t need a man. But maybe her smile was just unaccented enough to imply that she needed something. This alone gave Jake a devilish and false sense of consolation. False in the sense that it was so wrong. On the other hand he also suddenly feel the need to figure out what this something was. “It’s just me, myself and my job,” she added.
“Well,” a comforting smile countered hers. The last thing he wanted was for her to interpret his question as criticising or demeaning. On the contrary, he actually admired (and always had) her professional drive and independence. “That’s not a bad thing. I’ll have you know…” He pushed himself out of booth for the first time since he’d arrived two hours prior, earning himself a confused look frown from Amy. “… I’ll drink to you and your admirable devotion to your job. Beer?”
Amy couldn’t point out if it was caused by the change in the way the lamp’s warm light hit him now that he was standing up; or if it was caused by him taking off his hoodie before throwing it where he’d been sitting, only to reveal his iconic and flattering flannel; or if it was caused by the buzz in her head and heating cheeks that made her wish he would peel of the remaining layers of clothing. Whatever it was, Amy Santiago was frustrated, yet happy - that collision of feelings itself was extra frustrating. She needed to fight it off the deeply wrong and forbidden thoughts with something. “Shots?”
“Shots.” He concluded, checking for his wallet. “Definitely.”
When Jake came back with four tiny glasses of some clear liquid. Amy didn’t recognise that nor the taste, when she downed her first shot seconds later with Jake back by her side. They’d gulped down one each, followed by Jake explaining her what it was, but she didn’t care at this point. All she wanted was to get back on track and forget the pre-shots conversation about the future Mrs. Peralta.
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Triangles and Huntress Wizard, the Sequel
Disclaimer: Just so that this is clear, none of my speculation means anything more than fun from one AT fan to another. I don't want to build hopes based on my own brand of weird excitement, but I do want to share my obsession-born enjoyments with fellow fans (albeit without getting into it). This is all for fun, so lets have plenty of it.
So. After my last trek down the symbolic highway with HW's montage image, I started wondering more and more about HW and the significance of 3's and not just triangles. I started to wonder if three was an important number for her and, if so, just how much 3-ness could I find in Flute Spell along with other things.
To make a long story short, I found lots--from Jake's 72hrs straight to key scenes of the episode. I, essentially, found more than anticipated. I thought I would have to hunt for stuff. Not hardly.
I found lots of 3's scattered throughout the episode, from blatant to mundane and funny. As we know from my last research dump post, triangles and threes have very specific yet significant symbolism that could or could not mean insight on HW as a character and the stories that are being told visually rather than verbally about her throughout the background. I am still kind of gathering my thoughts on the stuff I found and what the more significant threes of the episode could mean for speculation's sake. But right now, I kind of want to talk about triangles some more and stuff I have been having fun with.
So, while watching the episode, I remembered this and just how much it always stood out to me because it had to mean something:
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For her, this soft dirt is basically a couch (or that's at least how I interpret "some nice, soft dirt"); it is a place of relaxtion, and in that place is what looks like a small shrine with a horned figure inside. Looking up information on horned figures yielded the following information on Cernunnos, a Celtic deity:
"Cernunnos was a Celtic god of fertility, life, animals, wealth, and the underworld. The name itself is only attested once, on the 1st-century Pillar of the Boatmen, but he appears all over Gaul, and among the Celtiberians. Cernunnos is depicted with the antlers of a stag, sometimes carries a purse filled with coin, often seated cross-legged and often associated with animals and holding or wearing torcs, are known from over 50 examples in the Gallo-Roman period, mostly in north-eastern Gaul."
"Not much is known about the god from literary sources, and details about his name, his followers or his significance in Celtic religion are unknown. Speculative interpretations identify him as a god of nature, life or fertility."
Naturally, my mind immediately went "Huh. Well that seems oddly appropriate..."
*thinks of HW's horns in the montage image*
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"Oooooo, so HW has what is potentially an iconography of a Celtic god associated with, among other things, fertility in her home, and she has a shrine..... Does that mean that she secretly would want family?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. (I have a couple of reasons for thinking this...mostly from my Flute Spell research).
I wonder if triangles have fertility symbolism...."
*looks it up and finds this*
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Naturally, I giggle like a school girl because I am having fun thinking of how many ideas could stir from this alone or things that I could draw...
Apparently, a downward pointing triangle can totally be abstractions of ancient female fertility symbols (according to a snippet from "Notes on Two Ancient Fertility Symbols" so take me with a grain of salt here) because the downward triangle resembles the nether regions of the body.
On my first glance of the montage image, I saw only upward triangles, so I did not feel that this information meant much at all. However, I took a closer look and drew out the symbols I saw in the montage image, and I produced the following:
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Breaking the symbols down to their most basic components has put these images inro my head. I can't NOT see it now... Holy wow. (She looks like a flipping goddess here...like...really).
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There's totally some fertility imagery going on in that montage image as well as the possibility of a male-female union. Now my headcanon is definitely a "it" hasn't happened yet...but "it" totally will. And it will be binding. I cannot unsee it, and I am not sorry. Those wiki-walks were so worth it!
HW was the ultimate endgame, people, and you cannot change my mind now. That simplistic imagery looks pretty flipping cool. (I am really going to have to do a clean version of it for fun).
She kind of looks like a horned fertility goddess to me in this pose, and I have absolutely no idea where I am not going to take it. Mwahahaha! Finn the Human shall be blessed...at least in my head canon.
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I hope that you had fun reading. I sure had some fun making this.
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Jake + Amy (Brooklyn 99 fic)
Summary: Amy still hasn’t gotten over Jake, despite that awful road trip where she told him her feelings were in the past. Amy’s convinced there’s no way Jake still cares about her the way he used to - not even after his breakup with Sophia. Amy makes a trip to the precinct late at night, trying to drown out her persistent fretting with work. She slips into an old habit - doodling - and draws her name and Jake’s together on a napkin. Embarrassing, but harmless. Then Jake walks in.
A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom! I’m halfway through season 3, but saw the season 3 finale episode title, “Jake and Amy,” and couldn’t get this idea out of my head. :)
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Amy - color-coding, rule-following, five-minutes-early-for-everything Amy - has a secret. She doodles, when her other coping strategies fail her. When, for example, paperwork couldn’t soothe her. Usually plowing through a stack of files – imposing order onto a tiny universe – helps her carry that feeling of calm over into real life.
But tonight, her folders were neatly squared away and her mind was still restless. She’d come in to try and stop the constant stream of doubt and second-guessing in her head. She was alone in the precinct, with nothing but the faint buzz of fluorescent lights to keep her company. She nibbled on her lip while drawing on the back of a napkin with a blue ballpoint pen.
Jake + Amy. It was silly, straight out of the fifth grade, though granted she and Jake did act like fifth graders around each other sometimes. But it was an easy, private way to make the connection between them. To skip over the messy talk about feelings and consequences and things left unsaid.
Teddy had been right. Jake was the problem in their relationship. Teddy, being the sharp detective he was, knew it. He called her out on it, during that awful road trip. To make matters worse, Amy had lied - at least by omission - leaving Jake with the impression that any feelings she’d harbored for him were in the past. When, in fact, she was pining for him now.
Meanwhile, Jake had fallen for Sophia. Beautiful, smooth, immaculate Sophia, who seemed right for him. Sarcastic. Outgoing. A better fit. But Sophia had crushed Jake’s heart, and he was only starting to recover.
Now, maybe, there was a small space, an opening for Amy and Jake. Which is why Amy’s sneaky subconscious drew them together on a napkin, surrounded by a curly-cue heart.
Except Jake had seemed so deeply in love with Sophia that Amy refused to acknowledge there was still room in Jake’s life for the two of them. You know. Romantic stylez. She and Jake were friends. Friendship was good. Dependable. And not at all what she wanted.
She’d been floored when Jake first confessed his feelings. Speechless. He’d spoken to a truth inside her she didn’t know existed. And then he’d left, vanished into the mob, maybe never to be seen again, and she’d thrown herself into her relationship with Teddy. To try to forget the softness in Jake’s eyes, and the answering flutter in her stomach.
“Amy?”
She startled. Jake was in front of her, wearing a rumpled flannel shirt and blinking owlishly. Of course. Of course Jake had to come in tonight too.
Amy groaned and dropped her head on her desk. She could hear him already. How is the fact that you doodle not the most hilarious part of this night? Is that a heart? Amy, I’m swooning. He’d do something dumb like get down on his knees, like he had after the bet. Amy Santiago, will you marry me?
“Just take the napkin Jake. Go ahead, put it up by the vending machine. Get it over with.” He’d probably frame it.
Silence. She peeked through the arm of her suit jacket. Jake was standing stock still, staring at the paper as if it might bite him.
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“I, uh….”
“C'mon Jake. I just handed you the office gossip for a week.” Boyle was definitely going to sing.
He met her eyes and she caught her breath. Softness and wonderment flickered across his face. Sentiments that didn’t look like they would instantly dissolve into a wide-mouthed grin and ha I totally got you!
The same vulnerability she’d seen each time he’d confessed how he felt.
He stunbled over his words. “I was gonna get caught up on that B&E but…I gotta go.” Then he took off like she’d lit a fire underneath him.
Amy closed her mouth after a minute. She took the doodle and stuffed it in her bag. He’d be back to normal tomorrow, searching her desk for it.
She dragged herself home, ate Chinese takeout without tasting it, and almost threw the stupid napkin in the stupid trash.
Her hand wavered. Jake + Amy. She kept it instead, tucked it deep into the drawer in her bedside table. She felt better, somehow, knowing that she’d written it down. Yes she was pathetic, but really at this point who’s counting?
She flailed around for a good minute before whacking her alarm the next morning. Messy emotions aside, she was, in fact, an adult, and proud of it, and she was going into the office, damnit. So she dragged herself into the precinct, picking up heavily sugared coffee on the way and bracing herself for the inevitable fallout.
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Jake bounced into the office the next morning, smoothed his hand over his tie, and got to work. Nothing seemed amiss, apart from a tightness around his eyes. Amy sighed and sipped her caffeine.
Rosa glared at her. “Amy, you look like crap.”
Jake cleared his throat. “Amy was working late last night.”
Here we go.
“Just…” Jake faltered. “Being the smart, dedicated detective she is.”
Boyle perked up. “So wait, you were here too, Jake?”
Jake waved his hand. “Oh briefly. Came in to check on a file” - despite everything Amy shot him a warning look, don’t, because they were still partners and she still had his back – “that I definitely did not put in my bag because who brings home confidential files? Who does that? I casually rifled through one, thought some brilliant crime-solving thoughts, and headed home.” Jake turned back to his computer.
Awkward silence filled the room.
Diaz frowned. “What the hell is wrong with you two?”
“Nothing!” Amy said, in that chipper voice that grated on her own nerves sometimes. “Completely normal morning here.”
Rosa snorted. “Yeah sure. Whatever.”
Amy kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. She needed Jake to kid about this. Because it was too weird otherwise. Too…real. Pretty soon she was going to have to talk to him about it, and while that had seemed like the most awful outcome possible last night, it would be an improvement over this standoff. But no matter how many times she glanced over at his desk, Jake wouldn’t meet her eyes.
After lunch, Amy had resorted to hiding away, sorting files in the evidence locker, when the door creaked open.
“Hey,” Jake said, too brightly. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Amy’s stomach churned. She couldn’t do this anymore. She closed the drawer and turned to face him. “Jake, please, wait. Why aren’t you making fun of me?
Jake looked away. His shoulders hunched. “Did you mean it?”
Amy took a deep breath. She could joke around. She could try. She gave him a half-smile. “Are you asking me if I meant my doodle?”
“Yeah. Is it like an equation?” He was putting up a valiant effort too, but she saw the strain on his face. “Jake plus Amy equals - wait there’s no answer that doesn’t sound sexual. Never mind.”
There were lots of answers, actually. Great detectives. Great team. A rhythm and pattern that made sense.
Jake ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah. That’s exactly what I’m asking.”
It had to hurt, to walk in and see evidence that she hadn’t been completely honest with him about her feelings. It was time for her to be brave.
“I wrote a childish note you weren’t supposed to see and I was going to destroy it. Because yes, I like you, that’s not in the past for me, that’s now. And that’s not fair to you. Not something I can ask of you. Not after you just broke up with Sophia. And you don’t care about me that way anymore. ”
Jake finally met her eyes, and his gaze was pained.
“Amy, I…”
Jake reached for her and she rushed to meet him. She’d imagined kissing him many, many times, but she’d never thought it could be this sweet, this tender. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her like he intended to savor it, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening either.
Only the two of them could have turned I like you into something more loaded than I love you. They’d managed to transform a silly phrase into a concept that was enormous and vast and terrifying. But it had to be vast - large enough to hold all the time’s he’d had her back and she’d had his, when his jokes made her bite her lip to keep from laughing, when his big heart caused problem and solved them.
They broke apart, and Jake rested his forehead on hers. A bubble of happiness rose in her chest. He was warm, and solid, and here, holding her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer. His breath ghosted over her ear.
“Thank god you told me, because I still like you too. I never stopped. Not even when I was with Sophia. I think she figured it out, and broke it off. Because you’re the one for me, Amy. You always will be.”
Amy snuggled furather into his embrace. “Yeah. Me too.” She should probably offer more. But she sucked at feelings too, almost as much as Jake did. They were a hell of a pair. At least they could be terrible at it together.
“I almost had a heart attack, seeing that napkin.” He drew back, and his smile had that familiar smirk. “Ha, heart attack, like the one you drew.”
She giggled. God she’d missed this. Missed him. “Seriously, this is the lowest-hanging fruit ever.”
He touched her cheek. “You know, I never asked you when your feelings for me stopped. I wondered, but I didn’t want to pry.”
Amy tangled her fingers in Jake’s hair. “They didn’t. You’ve got a curly-cued heart to prove it.”
“Okay, seriously, did you doodle in school? I have to know.”
“Sometimes. Late at night. Never in class.”
He smiled at her. “No, of course not. Someone might have seen you. Secret’s safe with me.”
Amy’s doodle did appear on their wedding invitations years later. Boyle, ever the romantic, framed his, and gave it to them as a gift on their one-year anniversary. So Jake + Amy was, eventually, framed and hung on a wall. Amy traced her fingers over it each time she walked by in the hallway, grateful that a silly hobby had been the key to Jake finding his way back to her.
Or, for them finding their way back to each other.
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moonlitgleek · 7 years
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Can you tell me why do you enjoy Glee? I'm not one of those who hate on the show for being LGBT-friendly, it's just that the characters are so inconsistent, the pairings are often forced and the storylines can be cringeworthy to really bad. Not that there isn't talent on the cast. I liked the earlier seasons, but I thought it became so nonsense later on... Maybe I'm not watching the way it should be watched, idk...
I’ve been sitting on a similar message for months now, trying to figure out how to respond. The problem with these messages that always leave me in a bind is that I do not think my answer would be really satisfactory to you. We all respond to media in different ways, have our own lines in the sand as to how much we can suspend our belief, like different things, etc. So I don’t know if I can really give you a different perspective on the show or anything; all I can offer is my own viewing experience.
I did not like the first season of Glee. I almost quit so many times during that first season but I was always pulled back and convinced to give the show another chance. Every time I planned to stop, a magical moment would happen - Mercedes singing I Am Beautiful, Burt telling Kurt that his job was to be himself and Burt’s job was to love him no matter what, the kids pulling a setlist out of thin air as Will listened and cried, the Glee club singing Lean on Me to Finn and a pregnant Quinn, Quinn giving birth to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody, to name a few - and I’d be so moved that I’d decide to stick it out with the show for a little while longer. That’s not to say the first season was necessarily bad, I just did not enjoy it. The Will\Sue rivalry did not sustain the season on its own, I hated the Will\Teri story, I did not think the team gelled, and I wasn’t pulled by any of the characters.
Come season 2, things changed. I fell in love with the characters. My starting point in any show is the characters - if I can’t even like the characters, I can not go on watching even if the story is phenomenal. Season 2 got me interested in these characters as people, really delved into the characterization of the students and their stories which was a million time more interesting than Will, Teri and Sue. They introduced my favorite character, the writing got tighter, and they did a marvelous job with Kurt’s and Santana’s arcs. This was the season that cemented my love for Glee, aided by how much I started relating to these characters. I started to watch the show between seasons 3 and 4 when I was fresh out of college and feeling pressured to make it, scared that my academic success would not translate to a good career “in the real world” or that I just was not enough. So I understood these characters and their struggles. I saw my own fears in theirs. I related to them and rooted for them.
Now, I know that lots of people did not like the latter seasons but honestly, seasons 4 and 5 are my absolute favorites in this series. I genuinely enjoyed them despite some glaring problems. See, I watched Glee with my eyes wide open. I knew its problems and was infuriated by some of them: storylines that didn’t really go anywhere, stories that were set up perfectly but wrapped up sloppily, some obvious pace issues, big name guest stars that tended to become a plot black hole - if a big name guest star appeared, often the plotlines of the regulars got shelved in favor of showcasing said guest star - the writing even became reactionary at one point as some shippers took to social media to hound the writers over their ships, and Ryan responded by making a point through the writing. I saw all of that.But while I admit that there were issues worthy of criticism in Glee, I also think that there came a point where it became “cool” to disparage the show, and that fed to a widespread feeling of negativity towards it. I’d see someone lamenting how Glee stopped being silly and fun and now took itself too seriously but when the show did a cracky ridiculous episode like the ones it used to do in earlier seasons, it was criticized for being too silly and not taking its audience seriously. The writers got flayed for doing PSA episodes and I’d read think pieces on how they should employ subtle storytelling and not throw their themes in our face, but when they did so with their story about race - one of the subtlest and longest running storylines - it largely got dismissed because people simply did not notice it since Glee did not wave a red flag saying “this is a race story” (though honestly, when it did explicitly tell us it’s a race story in Asian F, some still failed to understand that yes, this is about race.) At one point, there was no winning for the show, everything was criticized.
One of my favorite things about Glee, though, is that it managed to sell me on things I thought I’d never accept and made me love characters that I wasn’t a big fan of even four and five seasons in. For the love of god, Glee somehow managed to make me really care about Dave freaking Karofsky which is a damn feat. Like, Finn and Santana were two characters that I’ve always struggled with. I outright disliked and resented Finn at the end of season 3, and then season 4 happened and my god, did I fall in love with Finn - that goofy, stubborn, supportive kid who stepped up, learned from his mistakes and became a rock to the younger generation. Santana was just intriguing in that season and she drew me in in a way that she hadn’t done before. Season 4 had its problems, but it’s the season that genuinely made me so attached to Glee. Blaine was a bloody revelation and a joy to watch. Sam somehow managed to steal my heart. Tina had really good material that I enjoyed to death to make up for three seasons of sidelining. The NND had a very rough start and the show struggled in the beginning to give the newbies distinguishing characterization that did not echo the graduated characters’ but once they found their groove, they became a team that I loved with all my heart, one that I enjoyed seeing interact far more than I ever did the previous team. Season 4 was primarily about friendships and support, it allowed the characters to fly their nerd flags and they felt like real teenagers in their silliness. And hey, very little Will. That was always a plus.
While season 5 was heavily impacted by Cory’s death, and despite how that forced the writers to throw away their plans for the season which unfortunately led to some storylines getting axed, I found it a solid season with some excellent episodes that capitalized and improved on the relationships they set in season 4, and that did a much, much better job with its pacing. I find it admirable that they managed such a good season after a heavy personal and professional loss as Cory’s death.
As for characterization, I disagree that it was inconsistent. Obviously I have no idea which characters you have in mind but the two characters I often saw this criticism directed at are Blaine and Tina, and I just don’t agree. The bones of Blaine and Tina’s later characterization are laid in seasons 2 and 3 if one looks for them, and can we really call them inconsistent when they were only truly fleshed out in the same season that prompted people to criticize their characterization? Because both characters were underdeveloped in earlier seasons. Butcharacters are constantly developing and I can’t expect the characters to be the same four or five seasons in as they were in season 1. As long as the change falls in line with previous storylines or expands in them in a non-contradictory way, then it’s not inconsistent. That’s not to say that I enjoyed every bit of characterization from every character (I was very vocal in my dislike for s4!Rachel’s characterization), but just because I did not enjoy it does not necessarily mean that it was inconsistent. That’s a line I had to find while watching.
But it all comes down really to the fact that I still found magic in Glee despite its problems. I found as much joy in On Our Way as I did in Ride Wit Me and as much beauty in If I Were A Boy as in I Am Beautiful. NND were even more important to me than OND were, Blam meant the world to me, as did Blaine’s struggle with his insecurities, Kitty’s journey, Jake’s anger, Ryder’s ridiculousness, Marley’s steadiness, Unique’s bravery, Rachel’s stumbling, Tina’s resentment, it all meant something to me. I loved these characters and was invested in their happiness and their success. I started watching Glee for the story of these underdogs standing up to the world around them and picking themselves up after they were knocked down again and again, I stayed for the sense of community and support they built against all odds which is something the show never lost, and I ended it with them, with Rachel Berry accepting that Tony, with Kurt and Blaine happily married with a baby on the way, with Mercedes successful and fulfilled. It ended with a show of friendship as these kids who stuck by each other through thick and thin gathered to support one of their own, and with that weird, crazy, dysfunctional, flawed group of people coming together to honor the person who made Mckinley just a little bit brighter for many of them. Perhaps he never got the chance to walk these halls as a teacher, or to become the teacher that future Mckinley students deserved, but he still left a legacy behind.
Moments like these are why I enjoyed Glee, and why, despite all of its problems, it remains one of few shows that touched me the most.
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spockri · 7 years
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Tagged by the ever lovely @nahrky and @pemberley-press
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1. always post the rules. 2. answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 (or however many) people to answer them.
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1) what time is it where you are and why are you on tumblr at this time of day? 11:45 AM.  I'm at work >:]  I'm supposed to prepare some slides for a meeting but it's Friday and the quarter-end has been rough.  DGAF at this point hah 
2) who are your three favourite characters of all time? Ripley (Aliens), Harry Hart (Kingsman), The Terminator (Terminator 2: Judgment Day) 
3) using your answers from above, fuck, marry, kill? >:) Goddamit. Fuck Harry Hart because he's a beast in bed.  Marry Ripley.  She's my hero and she'll protect me from the Aliens just like she protected Newt <3  Kill the Terminator (obviously).  I can't have him getting hacked and going on a killing spree, ya know?  The thought of marrying or fucking him gives me nightmares LOL 
4) what is something you would really like to eat right now? Donuts.  Donuts are my favorite food group: glazed donuts, fritters, cake donuts, sprinkles.  Krispy Kreme had a special today for a doxen donuts for 80 cents!  The store was PACKED.  Alas, I went to work with empty hands :( 
5) would you describe yourself as smol, medium, or tol? I'm 5'5 so medium?   
6) what’s your go-to drink, alcoholic or otherwise? Coffee.  I try to avoid flavored drinks and sodas and have water most of the day, but coffee is an absolute necessary every morning. 
7) do you play a musical instrument, if so which one? if not which one would you most like to learn? I've played the piano for 15 years :) 
8) what’s the last message you sent to someone? I sent a gif of pikachu slapping pikachu via group text to my co-workers in response to one of their questions (we're really casual here).
9) is there a fandom idea or headcanon you’ve had in your head for a while but not had the opportunity to say? I don't know why, but it just occurred to me that Harry Hart is probably from old money or a prestigous family.  Like the light bulb just clicked in my head even though everyone else probably knew that.  Given Arthur's attitude about Harry's little experiment, Harry's background is probably very elite as well.  The idea of having to meet Harry’s family terrifies Eggsy.
10) coke or pepsi (or neither)? Pepsi!  I always find Coke a little too sweet for me but everyone says they’re the same! 11) do you read tumblr tags? (generally the answer to this is yes but i’m curious) YESSSSS.  Always.  Even if it's a reblog of the same thing over and over again, I read everyone's tags.  They're so entertaining.
1) What are you top 3 guilty pleasure songs? Into You – Ariana Grande: My top guilty pleasure song.  This is my hartwin song LOL Despacito – The JB remix.  I don't usually listen to Justin Bieber, but this song is really catchy even if I can't understand it.   Candy Castles – Glass Candy.  Even though it was super creepy in Westworld, this song is really sexy.   
2) What details would a 30 second film of your life include? Oh god.  Life in Finance is the dullest thing ever.  30 seconds of my life would put people to sleep.  Probably me biking, hiking, spending time with my SO, and sitting still for hours as I read or write fanfics LOL.  It would look like a jpg instead of gif xD 
3) What is something that you know sounds ridiculous but you say it all the time anyway? "They hate us 'cause they anus (ain't us)" and also "same, same, but different".  Both quotes from The Interview.  I say it at work alll the time. My co-workers have even started saying it.
4)  M/F/K 3 of your favorite sitcom characters, Ohh this is hard since I don't watch a lot of sitcoms.   Marry Gilfoyle (Silicon Valley) 'cause he's just so sarcastic and smart.  Plus, if I ever got in trouble, he would be very handy with his hacking skills.  Fuck Detective Jacob "Jake" Peralta (Brooklyn Nine-Nine).  I think Andy Samberg's pretty cute.  Kill Kenny Powers (Eastbound and Down) because he's the most annoying, narcissistic, egotistical character ever (plus that mullet needs to go LOL). 
5) Do you have an OTP or do you ship all the ships? I'm a one pairing at a time kind of gal but I really wish I could like multiple ships because it seems way more fun and you have more material to work with.  I appreciate other ships, but I don't actively read fanfics or participate in conversations about them.   
6) How many times a day do you check your dash? Too many times to count.  It's really shameful.  I have it open at work and when I close the window, I start checking my phone.  I just wanna look at Colin Firth pics all the time, okay? ._.
7) What show do you still grieve for? Sense8.  It was cancelled recently and I know they are going to have one more episode to tie up loose ends, but I'll miss all those characters, especially Lito
8) Who was your first celebrity crush and how did you respond? It would have to be Brad Pitt.  After Interview with the Vampire, I just thought he was so gorgeous and then he went on to make more amazing movies like Se7en, Fight Club, etc.  
9) Most overrated Actor/ Actress in your opinion? Tom Hardy.  I don't have anything aginst him, but I just don't get the hype for him.  His characters have never been memorable to me. 
10) Most underrated Actor/Actress in your opinion? Ben Barnes.  I loved him Chronicles of Narnia but the rest of his movies haven't done very well.  He did Dorian Grey with Colin Firth, which I was really pleased about --Two of my favorite actors together on the same screen!  I was really happy to see him in Westworld, but I'm pretty sure he's not coming back in the second season.  He was one of my favorite characters on the show.  I didn't think he could play a dick character, but he did it so well.  
11) What are your top 3 Guilty pleasure movies? Bridget Jones Diary The Interview Tropic Thunder Apparently my guilty pleasures are really questionable comedies.
Now, Here are some questions for you: 1) Are you a morning person or a night owl? 2) What is your OTP (and you can only pick 1!) and why? 3) What is your favorite thing about Colin Firth? 4) What's your favorite book and how would you recommend it to someone who's never heard of it? 5) Where is your favorite place to read? 6) What was your last impulse buy? 7) What is/was your favorite subject in school? 8) Are you an introvert or extrovert? 9) Do you have any trips/vacations planned this year? 10) What would you do if you saw Colin Firth walking on the other side of the street from you? 11) I probably know you because we're both into Kingsman, so when did you first watch Kingsman and what drew you to it?
Tagging: @cravingcolin @firthsty @hartwinorlose @solarrift @extex1960 @pemberley-press @nahrky @firthsm @collywobblesfirth @platano-yep @arlessiar (I can’t tag your name for some reason?)
(Sorry I play tag backs ‘cause I wanna see your answers LOL)
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today i did it!! i finally got up before 10!!! 9:45, which is pretty good. i showered and stuff and was ready for the day just before 10:30. my showers shouldn’t be THAT long, i thought maybe 15 minutes... i’ll figure that out later.
first, i finished that picture. i talked about that in the picture post though. i was a little disappointed that my deviantart was silent, even though i was drawing, like, fan art and other people’s characters. even the two people i drew the stuff for haven’t commented. i dunno. i shrugged it off eventually and told myself that i’m drawing it for the satisfaction of drawing, not for comments. the fact that it’s a couple kids’ characters is incidental to the act of drawing.
then i went downstairs and looked at cans of soup in the pantry. they all went bad last year. i’m kinda surprised they’re still there, but at the same time, it makes sense. my brother doesn’t eat anything he has to cook himself. that would take away from his league of legends time. mother often cooks dinner for him and has me deliver it to his desk, where he continues playing and does not acknowledge my presence. i think he maybe said a quick “thanks” when i brought something up for him this afternoon? he doesn’t usually though.
dad intercepted me when i was trying to find anything to cook that wasn’t more potato powder (just add water) and we went to get lunch at a pasta bar. i had a little bit of food, i liked it well enough. i didn’t have enough to make me sick, which was good. dad talked at me about politics, which was bad.
he told me what i think when he was raging against those “idiot liberals.” i got annoyed. i said “thanks for telling me what i think.” he said “am i wrong?” and after a pause i told him i had no opinion.
it was about, like, the corruption of big business enterprises. and... i do have an opinion, so i lied to dad, but i did not want to be in the crosshairs of his latest tantrum. then we talked about the french election and the end of the cold war and how that affected russia. he referred to “the really bad guys” when he talked about iran and, uh, some other countries, i don’t remember. north korea, i guess.
oh, also he called obama “really far left” when he was talking about a news report that referred to obama as “moderate” when it was talking about the french candidates. i didn’t know how to discuss that, so i didn’t say anything.
after lunch he was all, “you just learned a bunch of stuff” and i looked at him. i already knew a lot of it. just not about the french election. i don’t talk a lot when dad goes off. mostly because i don’t know what to say, but also because he already argues with me and i don’t even say anything! he projects his “idiot liberal” opponent onto my face and yells at it.
anyway, we bought some dog biscuits and got my brother some lunch. that’s what i brought up to him, i remember now. when we got home i baked some cookies. the oven doesn’t seal properly, so it’s really hard to judge how much time the food needs to properly bake. they came out a little crispy. i made a grocery list for mom. she got mad when i said i wanted coconut oil for the dogs.
i hung out with the dogs for a while, while the cookies were warming up and then cooling. then i took all my desserts to asher’s house and we put half of them in a box for him and his family. i spent some time hanging out and we talked about having a major surgery, since he is having top surgery tomorrow and is very nervous. i showed him some of my scarring and we fawned over one of his cats. well, at least i did. then i drove home, and checked some stuff on the computer, and played in the yard with wiley for a little while. it was too hot though and he didn’t have a lot of enthusiasm. we had pizza for dinner. then mom and dad went to the grocery store. 
when they got back i helped unpack and asked mom about comicon. she said we already had tickets, so i told her i’d like to make a new cosplay costume over the next month. she doesn’t really let me work on them though, or teach me how to sew so i can do it myself. i need to figure out a character i can reasonably cosplay.
and i watched two more episodes of motorcity! it still has a lot of the problems that the pilot did, and there was a confusing scene where the same voice actor voiced different characters and it was really obvious. but the show’s got a lot of energy and a great, recognizable atmosphere. chuck and texas are a little grating when they have too many lines in one scene, but they add a lot to the group dynamic. 
i’m missing something, but i don’t remember what it was. i talked to dad a little bit about eve, since she’s not putting as much weight on her bad leg as normal and she’s sitting funny. dad said that uncle mike told him that eve’s going to eventually stop using the leg altogether. he left it there, but i understood what was going to happen after that.
eve is starting to look a little confused sometimes. i can’t tell if it’s because her brain is turning to mush or if it’s because she can’t hear. i hate watching her lose everything she used to have. doge has atrophied somewhat too, since she can’t walk very well. and she seems a little thin even though she always eats all her food. and she’s starting to poop in the house again when dad leaves, even if we just took her outside.
i just... want them to be comfortable on the way out. i know that at some point they’re just not going to be comfortable and there’s nothing i can do about it, but until then i want to do everything i can to make life easier. mom getting angry with me and scolding me when i ask for things for the dogs makes me profoundly unhappy. i feel like i’m failing them. tomorrow i’ll go out and buy the stuff myself.
today i found out that if i pat wiley’s belly really fast, he kicks his leg like when you scratch the right spot. his stomach isn’t as fluffy and soft as the rest of him, so it’s not as fun to pet him there, but he seems to love it. eve’s chest and stomach are much more round and flat, and easier to pet. doge and wiley have really sharp chests. diogi doesn’t roll on her back any more though.
i have a secret. i feel bad about it. but i’d prefer if eve died over the summer and not after i’ve gone away to grad school. i don’t want her to be alone. i am terrified that one day i’m going to wake up next to her body. or that i’ll be out of the house and something sudden will happen. like how jake got sick and died over the span of a few hours while dad was at work. he didn’t even know anything was wrong until he got home.
thinking about it really bums me out, so i’ll stop there. i talked to some people on discord today. not about the dogs or how i’m doing, but about life in general. those guys have some, hmm, interesting ideas about romantic aspirations. half of them still seem to think i’m a guy. i don’t mind though. i think it’s funny, and i also worry that they will treat me differently if i outright tell them i’m a girl.
mm, that’s probably it for today. tomorrow i need to call the school about my tuition and get some stuff for the dogs. i am concerned about making an appointment with the outpatient place just yet because i will be out of town at the end of this week and also for about half of next week. and maybe more after that since it’ll be finals week for my classmates and i don’t know how long i’ll be staying in flagstaff yet. i don’t want to stay in town for 10 days until the next weekend though, so i will probably keep it to 3 or 4.
i have to come home on a weekend because that’s the only time my parents can pick up my furniture and books from the apartment. if i go up on wednesday, i can visit on thursday and friday and then move out on saturday, and then start the iop (intensive outpatient program) the week after that, and have it done maybe before my family leaves for hawaii for a week.
it’s going to be a real stressful week, that vacation. being away from the dogs for 8 or 9 days. also traveling that far really screws up my medication schedule. a few years ago on family vacation, my cousins’ dog died while they were gone. so... i am concerned.
not too much to do tomorrow. i will try to spend some time drawing again. please let me know if you have any requests.
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Episode #9: I’m A Fighter -Jake
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*loud screeching noise* AHHHHHHHHHH omfg i cant believe we just did that #beam 4 life ok so like i feel horrible because i love drew but he was trying to make an alliance and it didnt include me and i had to take him out before it was too late because while it wouldnt be me this vote it probably would next time so like sorry drew i love u im sure this doesnt help my case for like why u should b my friend but like i rlly am sorry.  also i feel bad for lying to jake but it just wouldve gotten back to drew and i didnt want to risk that.  im hoping he doesnt hate me too much for blindsiding his ally but like again, they were trying to have a majority alliance that i wasnt a part of and i just didn't want to deal with it tbh.  maybe jake and i are just doomed to eternally be on separate sides in games idk (sad music plays) umm trixie idk we dont really talk we just kind of coexist UM HOLDUP JESUS CHRIST WE JUST FUCKING MERGED WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WIG ON PLUTO WHAT TO HECK ????? im off to plot heathers demise xoxo gossip beckka
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Woot Woot its merge loves. Time to be a complete mess and be first merge boot. Hehehe
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I MADE IT, MY SECOND ATHENA GAME AND I MADE IT TO MERGE AGAIN IM INCREDIBLEY HAPPY. Let’s hope I don’t get eighth place again, and if I’m gonna be honest I need Drew gone if I’m gonna win. He’s so fucking good at challenges. So eliminating him would mainly be out of fear.
Remember how I’m a dumbass? Me too ok so Drew was eliminated already.
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Excuse me I am stupid and don't get letters are better as numbers... and also reversed. I would like an explanation plzz
words tried in number form and reversed so far that have not worked. Emily-Amanda-Abbey-Francie, Navarino, Survivor, Athena. Im gonna cry I cant find it yet.
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Oh yeah tea, I ended up finding a secret advantage called the deja vote which means I can steal someone’s vote from a tribal and re-use it at a later tribal 
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This was originally going to me a vlog of me screaming after tribal but I busy last night and fell asleep before doing it so now I'm more calm and just gonna type out. Okay so looking back at my last confessional, bitch I'm boo boo the fool. I seriously thought Eddie and Autumn were being honest with me because I trust(ed) them sooo much, but it turns out they were playing me and orchestrating a Drew blindside behind my back. So before I went out last night, EVERYONE told me they were voting Matt. Then two minutes before the vote, Eddie and Autumn message me like "JAKE! Are you here??? SOMETHING is happening" like bitch shut the fuck up something is not happening don't act like this shit just happened last minute. Then they say "Drew is getting voted out tonight!" So...I went to Drew and told him to play the idol if he had it. Because I didn't want Matt staying if I was voting for him. But Drew said he didn't have an idol, and Eddie found out that I told Drew and told Autumn. So after I got home I messaged the group chat with Eddie and Autumn and told them that I was upset by them lying to me bc I did trust them the most. Then Autumn decided to get ballsy and reply "I don't buy that at all since you told Drew to play his idol, you were more loyal to him than me." GIRL STFU yes the fuck I did tell Drew because you told me TWO MINS BEFORE TRIBAL - MEANING YOU KEPT THE VOTE HIDDEN FROM ME ALL DAY. DON'T SAY IM DISLOYAL WHEN YOU WERE THE BIGGEST MFING SNAKE THIS ROUND! ...Anyways. Autumn then tries to come for me by saying "So tell, what's with this alliance between you, Eddie, Drew, and Trixie." And this is when I got more mad. BC Drew proposed this alliance to me, but it was never made, hell I didn't even tell Trixie about it. And when I told Eddie about it I told him I think we should tell Autumn about the alliance (Since he wanted to as well) So it became clear that Autumn was spreading to rebecka and matt that I was in an actual alliance with them to get them all to turn on us. So um Autumn, I wanted to trust you and go far with you in this game, but you're dead to me in this game now and I want you GONE. Autumn has the most connections here. She has Eddie, Rebecka, Matt, Ben, and I've heard that she has Mitch as well. She is a huge threat and if I can find a way to take her out, I will. But right now I need to focus on surviving. After the vote, Trixie added me to a call with Julia. Julia told us all of the alliances she's in (and she's in a damn lot) and said she basically likes Trixie more so she's working with us. Umm okay that's cool. I hope she's being serious because my life in this game is in Julia's hands now. She has all these connections and I need to get her to gun for someone that isn't me, Trixie, or Shoib. I've decided that my ideal final 3 would be with Trixie and Shoib because I trust them the most now, we've been together since day one, and we're all fans. It would be perfect. Sooo yeah. I also talked to Heather and basically blamed Tyler for all the animosity between us. I am trying to repair relationships and hopefully push the target off my back because I am worried about being targeted for 12th. IDK WHAT ELSE TO DO! I am in SUCH a bad position right now and it's so annoying. At the start of this game I had a lot of allies and the two people who trusted me the most (Tyler and Drew) are gone. But I'm a FIGHTER. I will NOT give up! I was in the minority at merge in crossroads and turned it around and made it to FTC so I just have to keep pushing and hopefully I'll get the same results! Woo wig! This was originally going to me a vlog of me screaming after tribal but I busy last night and fell asleep before doing it so now I'm more calm and just gonna type out.
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https://youtu.be/iUDlOxxgtz0 my face in the thumbnail for this video is so funny cause it's when i found out of another to do the idol search. Obviously we know it didn't work adhshjks
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I am pumped for this merge, I feel like I am playing a really under the radar game and it will make people come to me and ask me to vote with them if the game does break down into two sides, which I think it will. I trust Julia and Trixie the most right now and Trixie has two FREAKING idols omg. I also trust Mitch and Autumn but they are my secondary alliance which I will fall back on if I lose Trixie and Julia
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Ok so no one is really messaging me about the vote, which is scary. I don't want to be first merge boot. The only people who have spoke to me are Matt, which he is confused, and Jake, which says no one really spoke to him about the vote yet. I did hear that people thought Ben and I were close, which like we have voted together, but aren't to close. I know now that Trixie has an idol and someone found the merge idol so FUN. I CAN'T WAIT TO BE FIRST MERGE BOOT.
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Me starting a grassroots movement of Ben vs Heather cause I'm not aligned with either? Yep. Me forcing people to show their hands and make choices? Absolutely https://68.media.tumblr.com/41399c7dcc99b69388de05d609f7323c/tumblr_inline_o6ola1oDhw1sso1z7_500.gif Look none of these votes will be easy cause I like everyone and I'm aligned with almost everyone but it's Survivor I ain't scurd. I neeevvveerrr talk to Ben or Heather so I'm just gonna be a swing vote in the mess I created. Also feel free to give me the villain edit that's the one thing I haven't accomplished in Athena, besides winning or beating my placement. If not that's cool too I'll just continue to be my messy antihero self. Ok bye! Time to disappear and let the drama fester while I'm at work
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You know what would be great, if more people would know who the vote is gonna be. Won't be surprised if that is me to be quite honest. Right now I hear Ben and if that is the only name I hear, I'll do it.
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i never thought i'd say this but I WANNA HEX JULIA THE WITCH. okay not really bc i dont want her to read this and think im actually mad. but im wary of what i say to her now considering she told heather about my idol hehe
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The votes for me cuz Beckka is bitter over another game. At least in that game I didn't isolate her. I'm prob just gonna cry in a corner.
This is a mess
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this round has been a fucking mess and a half and im too busy rn trying to save my ass to make it all sophisticated i have a lot to say so if i stay ill explain everything later but basically autumn came to me today saying she wants to flip on ben so im trying to rally eddie trixie shoib julia and heather to get 7 on ben but apparently ben is throwing my name out bc he doesnt want to vote heathwr and immm fucking nervous idek if heather will wanna vote ben now if hes trying to save her what if she flips like this is bad help
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The first merge vote is stressful as fuck cus there’s 12 people. I’m fine as long as it’s not me.
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Don't know what's going on. Voting heather and hoping it works!!!!!
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Good god am I glad I'm immune for this bullshit Let's start with merge. Woo merge! The idol system is announced. I actually make progress on the advantage hunt! Then I finish it. And someone already has it. GREAT So then I try the idol hunt and someone ALSO has it! GREATER. So now I have to worry about that shit. So I won immunity somehow because I guess preparing was a good idea since I blew through the second round. I won't be first merge boot in Athena woo!!! But now the vote is fucking crazy. I want to vote out Heather because, as sweet as she is, she's got a lot of ears listening for info for her and it's better to get someone like that out early before it's too late. But people don't want to because they're the ears! Big surprise. People are between Jake and Ben and Heather and honestly? I want to keep Ben around a little more. My plan for now is to not have one big alliance, but rather to be a part of small trio alliances so people can have my back without the worry of a huge alliance fracturing. I just have to keep the trio members safe. My planned trios are as follows: Ben, Mo, myself Shoib, Autumn, myself Rebecka, Julia, myself (WIP) That's 7 people who have my back in varying circumstances, as long as they're being truthful. I've also been alerted to a greater alliance of Matt, Ben, Julia, Mo, and Rebecka. Hopefully this trio plan will help me get in with those people more, and perhaps in the close future I can take out Matt and get rid of that variable.
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i made merge!! its lit!! there hasnt been a lot going on so far. nobodys really reached out to me and ive been so busy so im just going with what rebecka wants, which is heather. i’m not sure voting heather is a good move for me, in fact i know its not, but unfortunatelt i dont have the time to make another move and im just tryin to survive
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What is going on here on this day? This is a mess and i'm just on the train a long for the ride. I'm hearing Ben, Jake, and Heather, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's me tonight. Like I'm sure they're afraid of Jake having an idol, so why not throw their votes on someone who's irrelevant at the moment and who probably wouldn't see it coming? Anyway, I HIGHLY doubt Ben is leaving tonight, and I don't really believe that the votes are going on Heather or Jake, idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk. I really hope Jake stays, and I really hope Ben goes or I am probably screwed af.
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After more than eight years of shenanigans involving candy people, alternate universes, vampires, nearly 3,000 wiki pages’ worth of lore, some highly unusual exclamations (“Mathematical!”), and bacon pancakes, Cartoon Network’s beloved Adventure Time is coming to a close.
Since its debut in 2010, the series has evolved into one of the most popular and influential programs in the channel’s history. Despite being first and foremost a kids’ show, it built a sizable fan base among older audiences and gained mounting psychological and even philosophical weight over its 10-season run. The September 3 series finale marks the end of an era in imagining new storytelling possibilities, not just for cartoons but for TV in general.
Adventure Time spans nearly 300 11-minute episodes involving hundreds of distinct characters — so it’s no easy feat to describe. But in brief, it takes place 1,000 years after a nuclear apocalypse known as the “Mushroom War” warps the Earth into a fantasy landscape; its main setting, the Land of Ooo, is populated by offbeat creatures and people made of candy, fire, or “lumpy space,” among other things.
A young boy named Finn (Jeremy Shada) is apparently the last human being on the planet, and he and his foster brother/best friend — a shape-shifting dog named Jake (John DiMaggio) — have taken it upon themselves to be as helpful around Ooo as possible. They lend their treasure-hunting, monster-fighting, errand-running prowess to their many friends and neighbors, and along the way, the complex backstory of Adventure Time’s characters and their world is unspooled.
That supremely odd summary belies the fact that Adventure Time has sneakily persisted as one of the most critically acclaimed shows of the 2010s. When considering the recent “Golden Age” of TV, few would rank it alongside the likes of Breaking Bad, Mad Men, or Game of Thrones. And yet it has received high praise from sources as wide-ranging as the A.V. Club, the New Yorker, NPR, and this very site.
In addition to being aimed at kids, Adventure Time lies at the intersection of multiple artistic categories that often struggle to attract serious critical consideration — namely, animation, fantasy, and short-form episodic TV (which for a long time was mainly the playground of experimental Adult Swim shows like Aqua Teen Hunger Force). Still, it has won over many critics. And though its erratic airing schedule has led to a decline in viewership and prestige in its later years, it has maintained a consistent standard of quality nonetheless.
With its series finale now on the horizon, let’s take a look back at the brilliance of Adventure Time, both as a singular achievement and as a show that has left a lasting impact on the TV landscape.
Adventure Time began as a short film made for Nicktoons. After the short leaked online and subsequently went viral, creator Pendleton Ward was able to successfully pitch it to Cartoon Network as a series. Produced in 2006, it exemplifies the “random” style of internet humor of that time, pioneered by the likes of Homestar Runner, eBaum’s World, and Newgrounds.
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In just under seven minutes, a boy and his dog fight an ice-powered, princess-abducting king, with a brief dream excursion to Mars for a pep talk from Abraham Lincoln, before ultimately running off to confront some ninjas who have stolen an old man’s diamonds (ninjas were to internet comedy in the mid-2000s what bacon would be to it in the early 2010s). Millions of people loved it when it hit (the then-young) YouTube, and the short was eventually nominated for an Annie Award.
Once Adventure Time the show made its Cartoon Network debut, it found instant success and regularly drew millions of viewers per episode for many years. Examining the phenomenon, critics have often cited the show’s broad appeal for both kids and adults as a big reason for its popularity.
Cartoons have long embraced an anything-goes sensibility, but Adventure Time took the approach to a new level. Every single episode would pack its brief running time with strange new characters, places, and ideas: A vampire who drinks the color red. A pack of sentient balloons eager to die. An imaginative robot that “switches places” with its reflection. And to fit within the 11-minute runtime of each episode, it all came at the audience at a breathless pace.
Animated shorts are as old as television itself, but Adventure Time spurred a revival of the format, especially on Cartoon Network. The show also led the way in turning “random” humor and world-building from a niche interest into what is now practically an industry standard, not just for animated series aimed at kids but for adult-oriented ones as well. Shows like BoJack Horseman and Rick and Morty demonstrate a common willingness to indulge the strange, an instinct that Adventure Time arguably introduced to the mainstream.
It didn’t stop there. Even as Adventure Time told bizarre tales of trickster gods from Mars and penguins that turned out to be world-threatening alien abominations, it worked hard to incorporate them into its complicated backstory and world, maintaining dense continuity through multiple long-running story arcs. In the grand tradition of prestige TV, it featured overarching plots about Finn’s search for his birth parents, or the recurring threat of the fearsome undead sorcerer the Lich. And yet it also made time for many standalone episodes, sometimes ultimately folding them into the larger picture, with major characters like Marceline the Vampire Queen being introduced in apparent one-off installments.
Adventure Time’s penchant for experimentation was both admirable and skillfully executed. The show didn’t hesitate to hand over multiple episodes to guest directors simply to riff on a different animation style. It occasionally adopted an idiosyncratic airing schedule, where several new episodes would drop over the course of a single week and then months would go by with nothing new. While the inconsistency sometimes hurt Adventure Time’s ratings, the show’s creative team used the “episode bomb” approach to produce several miniseries that featured some of its most ambitious ideas and set pieces.
Despite the show’s overall comedic tone, it handled its biggest ideas with gravitas and sincere emotion. And for all the manic energy it could indulge, Adventure Time never hesitated to slow down for a scene or two, or even a whole episode. American animation sometimes has trouble simply putting breathing space into shows and movies — superfluous gestures, brief pauses, and other moments that aren’t necessarily propelling the plot forward. Hayao Miyazaki once explained this to Roger Ebert as ma, the soundless beats between claps of the hand. Adventure Time had lots of ma.
Look at this scene from the “Stakes” miniseries, in the episode “Everything Stays.” In less than a minute, the episode creates an extraordinary evocation of intimacy between a parent and child. The animators inject dozens of little gestures to establish this feeling — note the brief shot in which young Marceline strokes her mother’s arm. And then the scene is over, and it’s on to the next beat.
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This kind of formal economy, doing a lot in precious little time, is rare in television. Today, many prestige shows are running longer with each installment yet still struggle to carve out time for characters to simply be. They could learn something from Adventure Time, a show that used its 11-minute episodes to explore myriad genre ideas and flights of fancy, and to demonstrate the endless potential of simply being artistically open and flexible.
Every single character on Adventure Time, from the regulars to the one-episode guests, had a distinct voice. And I don’t mean in terms of acting (though the show’s voice acting was excellent), but in how each person spoke. The writers gave everyone a unique slang, or attitude, or cadence to work with.
Finn and Jake had their own adolescence-inflected goofy rapport and strange swears (“Aw, dingle!” “Algebraic!”). Marceline was a laid-back slacker punk rocker. Princess Bubblegum was officious and scientifically minded. Finn and Jake’s parents, who only appeared in a few episodes, had ’30s-style trans-Atlantic accents (“Make like there’s egg in your shoe and beat it!”). One episode set in an alternate universe introduced an entirely different future lingo. No character was too minor to be considered as a distinct individual.
Adventure Time frequently devoted entire episodes to fleshing out secondary characters, sometimes shining a spotlight on someone who had only existed in the background for the entire show up to that point. It drew up complex inner lives for the likes of characters with names like “Root Beer Guy” — a sentient, walking mug of soda — and “Cinnamon Bun.”
And what it could do for its main characters was even more impressive. Some of them were hundreds of years old, with a few of them predating the Mushroom War, and as we got to know them better, we came to understand a long history of regrets, which stemmed first from the act of survival and then from trying to build a new society out of the ruins. Their arcs were contrasted with the subtle but definable trajectories of Finn and Jake, who slowly matured over the course of the show from goofballs to responsible figures.
Many episodes of Adventure Time took detours to toss out different philosophical challenges, aiming them at both the characters and the audience. In one, Finn got trapped in another world and lived an entire lifetime there before returning to his own as a child again. In another, Finn and Jake confronted a population of people willingly submitting to a Matrix-like virtual reality existence. In a sequence emblematic of the series’ simultaneous whimsical tone and intellectual seriousness, one character mused: “What’s real? Your eyes think the sky is blue, but that’s just sun rays farting apart in the barf of our atmosphere. The sky is black.”
Adventure Time dared to be anything and everything, often at the same time. It was a silly, plotless kids’ show. It was an epic fantasy adventure. It was a long-term coming-of-age story. It was an experimental exercise. It was a stoner’s dream. It was a relationship drama. It was a heartbreaker.
Episodic television offers a canvas unique among the arts: time. The best shows make use of this canvas to tell their stories as creatively and ambitiously as they can; Adventure Time used it to become one of the best television series of its day.
Adventure Time’s four-part finale, “Come Along With Me,” airs Monday, September 3, on Cartoon Network.
Original Source -> An ode to Adventure Time, one of TV’s most ambitious — and, yes, most adventurous — shows
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wiypt-writes · 3 years
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Leave No One Behind
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Ch 10- Today Is A Gift, That’s Why They Call It The Present Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​
Episode Summary: The Team run their second mission, but it doesn’t go according to plan. When one of the refugee women goes into labour, Hannah and Sammy battle to save her life and that of her baby and the outcome isn’t one any of the team hoped for.
Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW no under18s). Descriptions of birth and trauma. Still born baby- so PLEASE PLEASE HEED THE WARNING AND DO NOT READ IF THESE COULD TRIGGER.
Episode Pairings:  Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz
A/N: Just to re-iterate, this deals with a very, very difficult subject. Please do NOT read if the warnings above could upset or trigger.
Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Chapter 9 Part 3
“Baby I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew ya. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah”  Hallelujah- Leonard Cohen
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 Things settled down for Ari and Hannah nicely after her birthday. Sammy wasn’t exactly what Ari would call happy about the situation, but he was accepting which was the main thing and he knew that it made Hannah happier. They were careful to be respectful to his feelings and kept PDAs to a minimum, and also, whilst they didn’t hide the fact they were together from any guests, they still wanted to keep up their professional, alter ego fronts. Therefore, the days were full of stolen moments at their cave, the evenings consisted of taking their own time together after dining with the group to enjoy long sunsets sitting or walking along the sand with Simon and a few drinks whilst the later nights were spent wrapped round one another either in his hut or Hannah’s, the physical side of their love lulling them into a satisfied sleep.
If it wasn’t for the fact they were there for a far more serious reason, Ari would have certainly called it paradise. But they had a job to do, and as such, a couple of weeks later in April they embarked on their second mission.
Rachel was manning the radio and overseeing the hotel as usual, and the rest of them piled in the trucks and set off in the dark, following the route they had meticulously planned, maintaining the updates on the radio as required. They arrived without a hitch, the journey going smoothly and Hannah couldn’t resist taking a dig at Sammy about his lack of faith, her brother simply giving her a scathing look as Ari chuckled from the driver’s seat.
The 5 agents operated quickly and efficiently in the dark clearing of the desert loading the refugees into the trucks, and it was with the last group that Hannah spotted a woman being helped towards the truck by 2 others. She was pregnant, very pregnant in fact. And it was evident she was in a severe amount of pain.
“Sammy…” she nudged her brother and pointed towards the woman. Sammy followed her gaze, and once he spotted what she’d seen he let out a loud groan.
“Shit.” He shook his head, and no sooner had the curse left his mouth, the woman fell to her knees, a cry coming from her lips which was hastily stifled by another refugee clamping her hand over her mouth. Hannah rushed forward, dropping besides the woman and smiled kindly at her, before she turned back to look for Kabede who was currently locked in a heated discussion with Sammy.
“Are you crazy?” Sammy shook his head “It’s too dangerous, she should have stayed!”
“If she stayed she would have died.” Kabede shot back “As would her baby…”
“If anyone hears her then we’re all gonna die!” Sammy shot back and Hannah angrily shushed him.
“Stop it, both of you, you’re scaring her” she looked up “Sammy, she’s in labour and we can’t leave her here…”
“Oh great, that’s…just…” Sammy took a deep breath
Hearing the commotion, Ari and Jake shut the tailgate to the other truck and Ari jogged over to find out what was happening.
“What’s going on?” Ari asked and then he glanced at Hannah who was knelt between a young woman’s legs and one look told him exactly why “Oh…shit.”
“Yeah, shit!” Sammy shook his head and Ari took a deep breath as Hannah spoke.
“She’s in labour.” She looked up at Ari, every inch of her face etched with worry as the woman let out a little cry “And she’s pretty far engaged.”
“I knew things were going too smoothly…” Sammy sighed and Hannah glared at him.
“Oh shut up Sammy you prick!” she shook her head and turned back to Ari as he scrubbed a hand down his face.
“Can you help her?” he asked
“I can try, but it’s gonna have to be on route.” Hannah looked at him. “If anything goes wrong the faster we can get her to the doctor on the boats the better.” Ari drew a deep breath “Ok, Sammy help me and Kabede get her in the truck.”
“I’ll go get my kit.” Hannah jumped up and headed for the cab of the truck, pushing past Max as she ran.
“What…” Max followed her with his eyes before he turned back towards Ari and Sammy, his eyes shooting up as he took in the pregnant woman being helped to her feet, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“Other truck is loaded. We ready to go?” Jake asked, drawing up besides Max, frowning at the look on his face. “Something wrong?”
“Looks like we picked up one extra.” Max whispered, and Jake followed his gaze, his mouth dropping open.
“Oh…”
The men looked at each other before Jake mumbled something about a couple of blankets and shot off back to their truck. Meanwhile, Hannah emerged from the cab of the one she had travelled in and ran back to the tail gate as Jake reappeared, passing a small bundle of blanket to Kabede who placed one under the woman’s head as one of the other refugees took hold of her hand.
Kabede looked at Ari who nodded and clapped his hands together.
“Ok, everyone let’s hit the road!” he loudly called before he turned to Hannah as she was about to vault into the back of the truck. His hand gently fell to the side of her neck as he looked at her “You need me to stop just yell, ok?” she nodded and he kissed her forehead “You can do this sweetheart, I trust you.”
She swallowed and then handed her bag to Kabede before Ari helped her climb up into the truck. Kabede hopped down, quickly embracing Ari before he slunk back off into the shadows. Sammy and Ari slammed the tail gate shut and they both sprinted to the cab. With a final glance back into the flat bed where Ari saw Hannah knelt between the woman’s bent legs, talking to her gently, he twisted back and exchanged a glance with Sammy before he put the truck in gear and set off.
Hannah knew there was something wrong from the minute she’d examined the woman. She’d only delivered a few babies but none of those deliveries had involved quite as much blood as this. The thought that the woman could be having a major haemorrhage crossed her mind but she tried to shake it off as she wiped her blood slick hands on the shirt she was wearing. The truck then hit a rut in the road and the woman let out a scream, gripping her friend’s hand.
“Sorry!” Ari yelled back and Hannah glanced up, momentarily to the front before another yell and a hand on her shoulder made her turn back and she saw with horror the woman had passed out.
“Sammy!” she yelled “Sam, please I need…”
Sammy didn’t waste a second, he clambered over the seats into the back looking at Hannah as she wiped the sweat off her brow with her forearm, unknowingly smearing her head with blood.
Sammy crouched in front of the woman, gently checking her pulse.
“She just passed out.” Hannah said. “The baby’s crowning but…”
“She’s losing too much blood.” Sammy stated the obvious, but Hannah didn’t snap.
“I know.” She said softly.
“Ari!” Sammy called and Ari tipped his head slightly to show he was listening “Get on the radio, tell them what’s going on. They need to be prepared.”
“Got it…” Ari said, reaching for the handset.
“Listen to me Han…” Sammy said, “You’re gonna have to manipulate the baby slightly. Let her body to the work but as she’s passed out you’re gonna need to help ok?”
“Okay.”
Sammy carefully moved, placing his hand on the woman’s stomach “I’ll tell you when she’s contracting again. You need to gently grip the head…”
Hannah did as she was told and looked at her brother.
“When you feel the baby moving forward slightly, pull until you feel resistance. Then stop.”
“Right…”
There was a few seconds pause and then Sammy nodded “Now.”
Hannah did as she was told, her fingers curing around the edge of the baby’s head and she gave a tug. The head appeared, and then she noticed with horror that the chord was wrapped around its neck.
“Shit, shit, shit…” she mumbled, and looked at Sammy “The chord…”
Sammy instantly moved. “My hand…” he said gently and Hannah understood he wouldn’t be able to manipulate it free with his limited movement.  She waited until he had hold of the baby’s head, supporting it and then her nimble fingers she moved to try and manipulated the chord free. As she was doing so, the woman began to stir, and then she started to panic. Sammy glanced at the other woman, holding her hand and spoke to her.
“Calm, please, as much as you can ok?”
Whether she understood or it was the tone he spoke in, Sammy had no idea but the woman moved and placed a hand on her friend’s head, gently talking to her in a soothing voice.
“Got it…” Hannah said, and Sammy nodded as once more the woman began to scream. She tucked her chin into her chest and pushed once more, and the baby’s shoulders broke free and Hannah saw the baby slide out into Sammy’s hands.
“It’s a girl.” He said gently, looking at the woman, but Hannah was completely focussed on the baby’s face, which was a cold shade of blue.
She once more wiped her hands, this time on her jeans, and gently hooked a finger into the baby’s mouth, clearing its airways before she began CPR. Gently blowing into the tiny mouth she then used both fingers to pump at the chest, repeating the motion over a few times before she bent and tipped her ear to the baby’s chest and mouth.
Nothing.
As the woman was screaming and babbling besides her, Hannah continued her attempts to resuscitate the tiny baby as Sammy saw to the woman, cleaning and patching her up as best he could.
“Come on…” Hannah mumbled “Come on…”
Over and over and over she tried, and eventually she felt Sammy gently lay his hand on her shoulder.
“Han…” he said, and she looked at him, tears in her eyes. He shook his head sadly.
“No, just…let me try again, Sammy, I can…” “It’s been ten minutes.” He stopped her protest “I think we should call it.”
Hannah looked down at the tiny, lifeless baby which was lay on the bloodstained blanket on the floor of the truck, her tears gently falling down her face. She gave a soft nod and Sammy squeezed her shoulder before he looked up at the woman.
“I’m sorry he shook her head.”
The silence that had fallen across the back of the truck was punctuated by her loud scream of agony and Hannah let out a soft sob as Sammy curled his arm around her.
“What…is something wrong?” Ari called, his voice anxious.
“You could say that.” Sammy said softly. Ari turned his head to look at them, just in time to see Hannah turn and press her face into Sammy’s shoulder, her small frame wracking with sobs.
“Fuck” He mumbled, hanging his head slightly as he resumed his driving in silence. Ari gave himself a moment before he reached for the radio to fill base in on what had happened.
It felt like forever until they reached the deserted cove where they were rendezvousing with the Navy seals. Hannah remained in the back of the truck, the devastated woman cradling her still born baby to her chest. Once everyone else was loaded up, Ari and Sammy came back to help them down. The woman’s friend said something to her and the woman furiously shook he head and Hannah looked at her.
“What is she saying?” she asked softly, “I’m sorry, I don’t…”
“She not leave baby.” The woman said “
“She doesn’t have to.” Ari said gently.
“She say baby go too. Be buried.”
Ari nodded and the woman spoke to the mother and she nodded as well, and then slowly the 2 men and Hannah helped them off the truck and over the sand to the waiting boat. Hannah walked by her side, supporting her gently and looked at the Navy officer who peered at the bundle and bowed his head.
“HQ told us.” He said gently. “We’ll take care of her.” “She’s lost a lot of blood.” Hannah spoke, swallowing “She’s weak so…” “I promise she’s in good hands.” The officer assured her.
Hannah took a deep breath and looked at the woman again who stared at her, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t help.” Hannah said gently. “I’m so…so sorry.”
The mother’s voice caught in her throat as the lady gently reached out and grabbed her blood stained hand “You…you good person.” She croaked.
Hannah took another shuddering breath and stepped back, the woman releasing her hand, as Ari and Sammy helped push the boat out through the waves before she bent down and began to wash her arms in the salty water of the sea. She jumped slight as she felt a hand on her back and she looked up as Ari crouched next to her.
“I couldn’t help Ari.” She said gently “I tried, but…” “Hey, it’s not your fault honey.” He said, his hand cupping her dirty face.
“I’m a fucking doctor.” She shook her head, shrugging his hands away as she stood up. “That…I should have….”
“Firefly.” Ari soothed as he rose to his feet, the waves crashing around his knees “You did what you could. Sammy said you were brilliant.”
“He’s a far better doctor that me.” She shook her head “If he had both his hands…”
“You stop that right now!” Sammy’s voice came fiercely over the night and Hannah turned to face him where he was stood a few feet away “Han, we had no equipment. No ultra-sound…she was probably in labour for the last 24 hours. The baby could have been in distress for all that time. There’s nothing either of us could have done.”
Hannah looked at him before she turned away and began making her way up the beach. She passed Max and Jake who were stood watching the ocean, both men turning to watch her go before they looked back at Ari and Sammy.
“You alright pal?” Ari glanced at Sammy who took a deep breath, his shoulder slumping.
“It’s never easy…but when it’s a kid, especially a baby.” He shook his head “That’s probably the first one Hannah’s had to deal with.”
Ari looked over to where Hannah was now climbing into the truck, settling back into the seat she’d been before and he pinched the bridge of his nose before he let out a long breath.
“Come on, let’s get back” he said, his hand falling to Sammy’s shoulder as they waded out of the shallow depth of the ocean. “Good job guys.” He nodded to Jake and Max, “Another 174 people safe.”
“Yeah…” Max looked out over the ocean before he turned to look at the truck, then back to Ari, his shoulders slumping, his face sad. “But it’s the one that didn’t make it who we’re all thinking about.”
Ari bowed his head, before he looked at Max and gave the man’s shoulder a squeeze as he walked past. He said nothing, be chase he had absolutely nothing to say that he knew would make a blind bit of difference to how they were feeling.
The 4 men made their way back to the trucks, Ari climbing in and settling to Hannah’s left, Sammy to her right. He gently dropped his hand to her knee. She didn’t look at him, but she acknowledged his touch by dropping her hand to his and giving it a soft squeeze before she let go so he could start the truck and take them home.
***** It was early morning and still dark when they arrived, Rachel waiting for them as ever. Max and Jake trudged towards her, greeting her with a hug whilst Sammy hopped out of the cab, turning to help Hannah down. He slung his arm over her shoulders and together they made their way towards Rachel.
“Hey.” She said gently “There’s some tea on the go if either of you want any?”
Sammy smiled at her and nodded, but Hannah shook her head as she bent down to scoop Simon up. The dog instantly began licking her face and she turned to Rachel.
“Thanks but I’m gonna turn in.” 
“You sure?” Rachel asked.
Hannah nodded.
“Ok, well, see you at breakfast then.”
Without a word Hannah walked through the resort and out the back door, just as Ari caught up with the group. He watched Hannah go before he looked around.
“We’ll debrief later.” His instruction was gentle, his eyes sliding back to the spot Hannah had been in seconds ago. “It’s been a long night.”
The group nodded and Max muttered something about needing a snack before he and Jake took off to the kitchen.
“What happened?” Rachel asked “I mean, I got the jist of it but…” “Chord was round the baby’s neck.” Sammy sighed, “Hannah managed to unwrap it but it was too late. Poor thing had probably died well before she was even born..”
“Shit.” Rachel bowed her head, sighing heavily “That’s…” she trailed off and Sammy looked at her before she glanced back up at him “Are you ok?”
Sammy shrugged “It’s never nice.” He replied, having no other words to describe the situation.
Rachel gently squeezed his hand “I’ll go make the tea, Ari?”
“No thanks. I’m gonna go check on Hannah.” He replied. Rachel nodded and then turned to follow Max and Jake. Taking that as his cue to leave, Ari made for the door to the beach.
“Ari…” Sammy spoke softly and Ari spun to look at him. Sammy licked his lips “I know I don’t need to ask but…look after her, ok?”
“Always.” Ari nodded, smiling softly. Sammy gave him a small incline of the head before he headed off towards the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, Ari made his way out of the back of the resort and jogged up the sand towards Hannah’s hut.
He pushed the door open, before he stepped in, locking it behind him. He let out a chuckle as Simon jumped up at him, his tail wagging that hard it was a blur.
“Hey buddy.” He crouched down to give the dog some scratches “Where’s your mamma, huh?”
It was a pointless question, as he knew where she would be. In the shower. His eyes glanced at the bed as Simon walked past Hannah’s discarded boots and hopped up, making his way to his favoured place, the pillow on the side Ari slept on. Ari rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed before he bent down to undo his laces. He shucked his hiking boots off and looked back a Simon, and as he did so something else caught his eye. Hannah’s night stand looked different. The lamp was on, there was the standard bottle of water, her book, but there was something missing. And as he racked his brains, trying to figure out what it was, it suddenly clicked. The photo of her and Andy, the one that had been taken in her Mama’s back yard was gone.
Ari didn’t quite know how he felt about that. On the one hand he couldn’t deny he felt, well maybe not pleased but a certain level of comfort or relief if that either of those were the right word at the fact that he no longer had to see Andy’s face when he woke up next to his girl in the morning. But on the other he felt a little sad. Both of them had lived lives with other people, it was a fact neither of them could escape and Ari wasn’t sure he wanted to either. That time apart had taught them things, things about themselves that had shaped their lives, moulded them into the people they were now. He licked his lips and stood up, headed over to the small bathroom at the back of the hut, gently pushing the door open.
“Han?” he asked softly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light from the feeble strip halogen on the ceiling and the sight in front of him broke his heart. Hannah was sat in the bottom of the shower, fully clothed, her arms hugging her knees to her chest, as she wept.
“Oh Firefly…” Ari sighed, crossing the small space and shuffling down next to her, the water soaking his hair and his clothes as he wrapped one strong arm around her. She turned to him, burying her face into his chest, her sobs wracking her small frame. “It’s ok, I got you.” He pressed a kiss to her sopping wet hair and simply held her, his hand rubbing up her back and her shoulder as she cried.
“I tried so hard…” she stuttered and he swallowed again, pressing his face into her hair.
“I know baby. I know.”
How long he stayed there simply holding her, Ari had no idea and he didn’t particularly care. Nothing mattered to him, nothing but the girl he was cradling in his arms. Eventually her sobbing evened out and she pulled back slightly to look at him. Without a word she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips which he took, gratefully as he brushed her sodden hair off her face.
“You ready to get cleaned up?” he as softly and she nodded.
Ari stood up, pulling her to her feet and with gently hands he slowly undid the button down she was wearing and she slipped it down off her shoulders, before he reached down and pulled the sodden tank top off her, which was clinging to her skin. With a quick and easy movement he shrugged his open plaid shirt off before he reached back and grabbed a handful of his wet t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Her eyes focussed on him, Hannah reached for his belt, her gaze falling downwards as she undid his belt then his jeans and he stepped out of them and his boxers in one movement, before he helped Hannah out of the clothing on her bottom half, which was harder work as her jeans were clinging to her thighs and legs. He held them still whilst she stepped out of them, kicking them to the floor of the bathroom and as Ari stood his hands trailed up the outside of her bare legs, coming to rest on her hips.
The moment was intensely intimate, the pair of them sharing a moment that was so raw, it was hard not to be aroused and as Ari looked at her, he saw a flash in her eyes. It wasn’t lust, it was softer, much softer, a pure love coupled with need and want.
He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. “Turn around baby girl.” he whispered softly, against her mouth and without so much as a question she did as she was told. Ari reached up, flicked the clasp on her bra and pushed the straps forward, pressing a kiss to each of her shoulder, before he placed a gentle open mouthed one to her neck. Stepping back slightly, Ari reached down for Hannah’s shampoo and squeezed an amount onto his palm and gently began to work it into her hair. He felt her relax slightly, her shoulders dropping, the tension seeping out of her as he massaged her scalp softly.
Hannah gave a low sigh as she leaned back further so her head lay against his shoulder, her eyes closed. She relaxed completely as his touch soothed her, making her feel safe as his fingers softly worked into her hair.  After a little while his hands dropped to her hips and she allowed him to guide her round so she was facing him. His hand gently slid to her chin and with a gently nudge he tipped her head back slightly against the stream from the shower and he reached up, brushing the shampoo away from her face and down her long hair, causing her to press against him, her wet skin slick as it slid against his.
Eventually her hair was completely rinsed clear and he repeated the process with her conditioner and once her hair was done, her locks smoothed and tangle free she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Your turn.”
Ari turned around, dipping his head slightly as she gently wound her hands into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, her body pressing into his back. When she’d finished he turned back to face her, dropping his head to rinse out his hair, taking the opportunity to simply look at her, taking in every singled damned detail. Those blue eyes, the curve of her nose, her high cheekbones, her plump lips, toned shoulders, that dip in her collar bone, the line the water was tracing between her breasts… as his eyes raised to hers he knew she’d spotted how unashamedly aching for her he was and she reached up with her hands, the pads of her fingers cupping his face through his beard. She guided his face down to hers where he captured her mouth in a soft, gentle kiss. He let her guide him, tell him how much she wanted, or how little she wanted, his hands simply splaying across the soft skin on her back and it soon became obvious exactly what she wanted when her hands moved to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as her tongue explored his mouth.
Ari’s fingers flexed on her hips before they gently traced their way up her ribs and back down again. With a quick, strong movement he pivoted her round so her back was pressed against the rough, sand stone tiles and the kiss grew fervent, his mouth slanted over hers. He broke it, trailing his lips across her jawline and neck and Hannah let out a soft whimper as he softly sucked at that point where her neck joined her shoulder. One strong thigh anchored between her legs and he used it to push up gently against her spot and she let out a low keen, her head lolling back against the wall. Watching her reaction carefully, he repeated the action, both hands curling round her hips as he gently guided her movements back and forth, causing her to rub herself against the strong muscle of his thigh. It wasn’t wrong before she was controlling the rocking, pushing down harder as she rode his thigh and Ari rolled his foot up onto the ball, pushing his thigh harder into her and she gave a louder cry this time, the friction sending a hotwire straight up her core.
“Ari…” she gasped out his name as his lips nipped at her ear, his beard rubbing against the skin on her jaw “Need you, please…”
With an easy movement, he reached down and hooked his hands round the back of her thighs, lifting her up. Her legs wrapping around her waist as once more his mouth claimed hers as he lined himself up and pushed into her gently, her heels digging into the tops of his thighs just below his ass. His throat elicited a deep rumble as he kissed her hard, her hands gripping at his broad back as he began to pump in and out, his head falling to her collar bone where he gave a soft nip.
With each roll of his hips Hannah felt her pleasure beginning to mount, soft moans and mutters of his name falling from her lips as she dropped her head to his shoulder, the feeling in her stomach beginning to overwhelm her.
“Look at me Firefly” he said gently, and she opened her eyes, those ocean deep globes locking onto his as he saw her mouth open, lips part in a soft cry as she came, a deeper groan bubbled over in her throat and her head slid backwards against the wall as she succumbed to the pleasure that crashed over her in waves. Ari would never get tired of seeing her like that, ever. It was the most arousing thing in the world to him. His pace began to quicken, the tight bands in his stomach coiling further and further until they snapped as he pressed her harder.
“Hannah…” he half whispered, half gasped into her ear, nose nuzzling at her pulse point as he came, riding out his release with a few more shallow thrusts until his hips stilled and his head dropped to her shoulder, his breathing deep, his body and soul utterly blissed and consumed by her.
Ari kept her supported, feeling her shaking slightly with the afterglow, and raised his head, sliding his nose against hers gently, brushing their lips together ever so tenderly.
“I love you…” he whispered, before he pulled back to look at her as he gently set her on her feet, his hands cupping her face. She ran the tips of her fingers up his spine and into his hair, gently pulling his face down to hers.
“I love you too.” she replied softly, her eye shining as his mouth caught hers once more.
The water in the resort never ran at scalding level, but now it was colder than normal, and Ari felt Hannah shiver slightly. He reached round to turn the water off before he flicked his hair out of his eyes and stepped out, gabbing a towel. He held it out for her and she turned around so he could wrap it round her from behind, his arms holding her to him as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. She turned to look at him, giving him a gentle smile before she left the room and Ari grabbed another towel, quickly rubbing himself down before he wrapped it around his waist and followed her into the room where she was busy digging in one of the drawers. She stilled and gave a snort as she stood up and waved a pair of boxers at him.
“You moving in?” she quipped and he gave a chuckle.
“I didn’t put them there.” He held his hands up. “Must have been Rachel.” Hannah eyed him suspiciously and he gave a laugh “Scouts honour, Firefly.”
“I believe you.” She shrugged, tossing them to him and he caught them expertly in his right hand. “Thousands wouldn’t”
“Good job I don’t need to convince thousands then isn’t it.” He looked at her and she shook her head before she pulled out a pair of panties and a tank-top to change into. Ari dropped his towel, shimmied into the boxers and then shooed Simon off the pillow. The dog glared at him as he stood up and made his way to the end of the bed, flopping down with a loud huff. Ari followed his example, his head falling back against the pillow and he glanced over at Hannah as she pulled the loose tank over her head. He kept his eyes on her as she gently squeezed and dried her hair, picking up a brush, combing her waves out before she deftly braided it.
“You know, I reckon I could braid your hair…” she looked at Ari in the mirror as she stood up and he scoffed.
“You sound like Maya.” He said as she crawled over him, the pair of them climbing under the comforter before Ari turned off the light, his eyes once more glancing at the space where the picture had been. He settled down, debating whether or not now was the right time to bring it up but it was pushed from his mind as Hannah lay her head on his chest, one leg tossed over both of his, his hand gently tracing shapes on her upper arm.
“What’s it like?” her quiet voice broke the silence.
“What’s what like?” he asked, his nose brushing her temple.
“Having a daughter, a kid?”
Ari stilled and looked down at her “Han…”
“I just wondered.” She whispered quietly. “It must be amazing, you know to have this little person you made just there.”
“It is.” He nodded, his hand stroking her arm again “It’s also scary as fuck knowing that they’re gonna depend on you for everything. It’s life changing. Your entire outlook changes. Suddenly it’s all about them you know? Its hard work, stressful, but worth it. I wouldn’t change a thing about it.” She stayed silent and he kissed her head “Did you ever talk about it? With Andy?”
“Once or twice.” She let out a deep breath “We never got the chance though. He always said he wanted a girl.”
“What about you?” Ari asked.
“I never really had a preference.” She mused “But I guess all women dream about having a boy who looks just like his daddy.”
She sniffed a little and Ari pulled her closer, kissing her head again “You know you’re amazing, right?”
She didn’t reply and he moved so he was led on his side, looking at her, his hand gently brushing a loose strand of damp hair behind her ear.
“What happened tonight, don’t torture yourself about it.” He urged her, his nose bumping hers “I’ve done that myself and nothing good comes of hit Han.”
“You mean Andy?”
Ari took a sharp breath in which he released through his nose “Amongst other things.”
“I know you noticed”
“Noticed what.” He played dumb, but it was no use.
“The photo, Lobo.”
“Well, yeah but it’s not really my place to comment, Firefly.”
“I just felt it was time, you know.” She shrugged “Like, I don’t want to forget him. I never will but...well, you gotta move forward right?”
“Yeah, you do.” He nodded “All the time. You keep looking back over your shoulder at the past, you miss today as it unfolds around you. And as I always tell Maya, yesterday is the past, tomorrow’s the future but today is a gift, that’s why they call it the present.”
“That’s very philosophical.” She replied and he chuckled.
“I have my moments.” His chest vibrated with his quiet laugh and he pressed a kiss to her forehead “I mean it though. And that goes for everything.”
Hannah fell silent as she snuggled closer into him, her cheek pressing against his chest as his chin rest on her head.
“I can’t get her out of my head, Ari.” She whispered quietly, her voice catching “She was blue and, I tried, and…”
“Han…” Ari kissed her head as his arms pulled her closer, his hands rubbing at her back. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Everyone keeps saying that.”
“Because it’s true.” He urged, one of his hands slid round to her face and tipped her chin up so she was looking at him. The room was dark, bar the dim first light of dawn that was sneaking through the lattice shade above the head and he could just pick up the speckles of light in her sad eyes “And I’ll keep telling you until it sinks in. It was a horrible, horrible…accident, twist of fate, whatever. No one could have done anything more.”
“Then why do I feel so shitty about it?”
“Because you’re a beautiful, compassionate woman who cares.” he said, his lips pressing to hers softy “That’s part of the reason I wanted you here after all.”
“Only part?” she quipped through her tears “I knew it.” and Ari gave a soft huff of laughter.
“Well, I’ll admit there was a slight selfishness on my part too but, honestly? In the most it was because you were the right woman for the job.” She stayed silent as he reached up, his thumbs brushing the tears from her cheeks. “And I know that tonight was…well, it was fucking awful but…we gotta focus on the positives. Another 174 lives Firefly, and yeah, that doesn’t make up for the one we lost but…well, it’s gotta mean something yeah?”
“Maybe it will tomorrow, Ari, but right now, I just…”
Ari felt her sag in his arms and she pressed another kiss to her head “Try and get some sleep Firefly, you’re exhausted.”
“Bossy bastard” she mumbled, stifling a yawn and he shook his head.
“Stubborn jack ass.” He shot back and she gave a snort as she yawned again, snuggling deeper into his chest.
Ari’s arms kept her close, his large hands gently rubbing at her back until he felt her relax completely. After 5 minutes or so he glanced down, and could just make out her eyelashes as they lay against her cheeks, her breathing even. Pressing another kiss to her head, he peered down at Simon who had been stealthily creeping further up the bed to his current position of being curled in the space behind her knees.
With a smile at the ridiculous, almost domestic feel of the situation, given that it was as far from a normal domestic life he could leave, he closed his eyes and gave into his own feelings of exhaustion.
**** Chapter 11 Part 1
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One Thing the NHL Award Voters Didn't Screw Up Was Taylor Hall as MVP
The 2018 NHL Awards show may have felt like it lasted five hours but it only ran [checks watch] two hours and 15 minutes? Holy shit, that can't be right, can it? I've seen Greg Maddux pitch quicker baseball games than that. How did giving out a handful of sports trophies become such a bloated event?
Watch how quickly I can whittle this show down to 90 minutes:
CUT OUT THE LADY BYNG AWARD — Nobody cares and voting (more below) shows voters don't really care, either. Give it away before the show the way the Academy Awards give out the best foreign language animated documentary editing awards weeks earlier in the basement of a Dave & Busters.
NO MORE MAGIC SHOWS — Did we really watch a seven-minute "is this your card" trick? Is this because the show is in Vegas? Let those oiled up dancing guys present an award if you want some Vegas flavor. Stopping the show for a rejected set piece from the Now You See Me 3 script isn't something anyone wants.
NO MORE VIDEO GAME COVER REVEALS — This is very much me being old and shaking my fist at a cloud, but sell your video game during commercial breaks, assholes.
NO MORE JACOB TREMBLAY INTERVIEWS — A trained child actor can't make uncomfortable hockey players fun. Just let the kid host next year.
Listen to the latest episode of Biscuits, VICE Sports' hockey podcast
NO MORE SAP STAT THINGIES — Nothing says excitement and pageantry and fun like some dorky-ass facts and figures about some dude's stats. Again: SELL YOUR PRODUCT DURING COMMERCIAL BREAKS.
I think if you give me enough time I can trim this show to an action-packed hour but we need to move on to the awards and discuss who won, who should have won, and which voters made us laugh the hardest.
NORRIS TROPHY
Winner: Victor Hedman, Tampa Bay Lightning Runners-up: PK Subban, Nashville Predators; Drew Doughty, Los Angeles Kings
Did they get it right? Yes. Hedman, however, is lucky the PHWA gave Doughty his lifetime achievement Norris Trophy a few years ago because his numbers were good enough this season to warrant the sympathy trophy.
What was the funniest vote? There are a lot of worthy choices (Jaccob Slavin was fifth on a ballot!) but this space is dedicated to the PHWA voter who thought Dougie Hamilton was the second-best defenseman in the NHL this season. Hamilton was named on just three of 164 ballots—he was voted fifth on the two others—so either one renegade voter saw something no one else did or a local Calgary media member got too close to the situation.
CALDER TROPHY
Winner: Mat Barzal, New York Islanders Runners-up: Brock Boeser, Vancouver Canucks; Clayton Keller, Arizona Coyotes
Did they get it right? Yes. And by "they" I mean the PHWA voters and not Lou Lamoriello, whose archaic hair rules left Barzal with a much shorter haircut than what he could have had on a special night.
What was the funniest vote? There was nothing too egregious but I'd like to say hi to the Boston voter who felt Jake DeBrusk was the fifth-best rookie in the NHL.
LADY BYNG TROPHY
Winner: William Karlsson, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Ryan O'Reilly, Buffalo Sabres; Aleksander Barkov, Florida Panthers
Did they get it right? Sure. Who knows? Karlsson seems nice. I'm sure he says "sir" and "madam" and knows which one is the salad fork at the royal castle. I have no idea why this award exists.
What was the funniest vote? This award is dumb but the criteria is very clear — be gentlemanly. So most voters just look for guys with a lot of points and few penalty minutes. The problem with that is it leaves a blind spot that leads to Auston Matthews finishing eighth in voting (with six first-place votes) and Connor McDavid finishing 10th (with two first-place votes). Why is this funny?
McDavid was hit with an abuse of officials penalty in January and Matthews mocked a referee a few days earlier by pointing at the net after scoring a goal because an earlier goal was disallowed. Were those two things fantastic? You bet. Would I like to see more of this? Oh yeah.
But it should disqualify them from getting any votes for "gentlemanly" play during that season. You may as well have a Tallest Player Award and give it to Mats Zuccarello.
SELKE TROPHY
Winner: Anze Kopitar, Los Angeles Kings Runners-up: Sean Couturier, Philadelphia Flyers; Patrice Bergeron, Boston Bruins
Did they get it right? No. I mean, I guess not. I don't know. Why is there a best defensive forward award but not a best offensive defenseman award? More sports need extremely narrow awards for specific positions. Baseball can adopt a best infielder base runner. Football can honor the best tight end route runners. But apparently Kopitar wasn't as good this year as he has been in the past. They should just give it to Bergeron every year until he decides it's time to give it to Brad Marchand.
What was the funniest vote? Nobody voted for a defenseman or goaltender so this vote is devoid of humor.
JACK ADAMS AWARD
Winner: Gerard Gallant, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Jared Bednar, Colorado Avalanche; Bruce Cassidy, Boston Bruins
Did they get it right? Yes. In any other season, Bednar runs away with this and there's a case to be made he deserved it more than Gallant, but guiding an expansion team to a 100-point season made this automatic. They survived two months during the first half without Marc-Andre Fleury and still cruised to a playoff spot.
What was the funniest vote? I'd like to meet the two people who felt Randy Carlyle of the Anaheim Ducks was the second-best coach, which means they felt Carlyle did a better job than either Gallant or Bednar. I'm putting my money on one of those votes coming from Steve Simmons.
VEZINA TROPHY
Winner: Pekka Rinne, Nashville Predators Runners-up: Andrei Vasilevskiy, Tampa Bay Lightning; Connor Hellebuyck, Winnipeg Jets
Did they get it right? Yeah, but who did John Gibson piss off among the general managers who voted for this award? Somehow he finished sixth behind Frederik Andersen, who somehow finished fourth with a first-place vote despite a pedestrian .918 save percentage. Apparently the Hockey Men can be just as bad at voting as people who Never Played The Game.
What was the funniest vote? Easily, it's the guy who felt Andersen was the best goaltender in the NHL this season. We likely will never figure out which GM cast this vote, but my guess is Marc Bergevin. Why? Because Andersen went 3-0 with a .950 save percentage against the Canadiens this season, and that's the sort of dumbass shit Bergevin would do. If this ever gets confirmed, please tweet a screenshot of this paragraph with the link to the story, because clicks are always nice.
GENERAL MANAGER OF THE YEAR
Winner: George McPhee, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Kevin Cheveldayoff, Winnipeg Jets; Steve Yzerman, Tampa Bay Lightning
Did they get it right? No! Here's the thing—we give the Jack Adams to the coach of the team we all thought would be crap before the season that turned out to be awesome. The reason we think a team is crap is how the GM builds it. So how can Gallant be the best coach if he's simply coaching the team assembled by the best GM? You can't have both! This is also a flawed award because Cheveldayoff (he should have won!) slowly built the team over many years. McPhee did some nice things in the expansion draft but tricking Dale Tallon into giving you two studs for nothing isn't a big deal when Tallon probably still falls for the "got your nose" trick.
What was the funniest vote? This award is chosen by a swath of front-office and media types, so please let me meet the person who decided Ron Hextall was GM of the Year so I can take an Amtrak down to Philadelphia and have a Yuengling with this local.
HART TROPHY
Winner: Taylor Hall, New Jersey Devils Runners-up: Nathan MacKinnon, Colorado Avalanche; Anze Kopitar, Los Angeles Kings
Did they get it right? Yes! Surprisingly! And the vote was close—Hall edged MacKinnon by 70 points and held a 72-60 advantage in first-place votes. Hall had a slightly better MVP case and he won by a margin that presented that case. I went through all the ballots, looked very closely, and it turns out nobody casted a Hart vote for Adam Larsson.
What was the funniest vote? There wasn't anything all that "what an idiot" funny but a very "huh, that's funny" vote was Sidney Crosby getting just one fifth-place vote and nothing else. He had 89 points in 82 games, finished 10th in scoring but found himself tied in voting with Eric Staal and behind Artemi Panarin. It feels a little like the end of an era but also a little like taking Crosby for granted. Maybe it's both.
This article originally appeared on VICE Sports CA.
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One Thing the NHL Award Voters Didn’t Screw Up Was Taylor Hall as MVP
The 2018 NHL Awards show may have felt like it lasted five hours but it only ran [checks watch] two hours and 15 minutes? Holy shit, that can’t be right, can it? I’ve seen Greg Maddux pitch quicker baseball games than that. How did giving out a handful of sports trophies become such a bloated event?
Watch how quickly I can whittle this show down to 90 minutes:
CUT OUT THE LADY BYNG AWARD — Nobody cares and voting (more below) shows voters don’t really care, either. Give it away before the show the way the Academy Awards give out the best foreign language animated documentary editing awards weeks earlier in the basement of a Dave & Busters.
NO MORE MAGIC SHOWS — Did we really watch a seven-minute “is this your card” trick? Is this because the show is in Vegas? Let those oiled up dancing guys present an award if you want some Vegas flavor. Stopping the show for a rejected set piece from the Now You See Me 3 script isn’t something anyone wants.
NO MORE VIDEO GAME COVER REVEALS — This is very much me being old and shaking my fist at a cloud, but sell your video game during commercial breaks, assholes.
NO MORE JACOB TREMBLAY INTERVIEWS — A trained child actor can’t make uncomfortable hockey players fun. Just let the kid host next year.
Listen to the latest episode of Biscuits, VICE Sports’ hockey podcast
NO MORE SAP STAT THINGIES — Nothing says excitement and pageantry and fun like some dorky-ass facts and figures about some dude’s stats. Again: SELL YOUR PRODUCT DURING COMMERCIAL BREAKS.
I think if you give me enough time I can trim this show to an action-packed hour but we need to move on to the awards and discuss who won, who should have won, and which voters made us laugh the hardest.
NORRIS TROPHY
Winner: Victor Hedman, Tampa Bay Lightning Runners-up: PK Subban, Nashville Predators; Drew Doughty, Los Angeles Kings
Did they get it right? Yes. Hedman, however, is lucky the PHWA gave Doughty his lifetime achievement Norris Trophy a few years ago because his numbers were good enough this season to warrant the sympathy trophy.
What was the funniest vote? There are a lot of worthy choices (Jaccob Slavin was fifth on a ballot!) but this space is dedicated to the PHWA voter who thought Dougie Hamilton was the second-best defenseman in the NHL this season. Hamilton was named on just three of 164 ballots—he was voted fifth on the two others—so either one renegade voter saw something no one else did or a local Calgary media member got too close to the situation.
CALDER TROPHY
Winner: Mat Barzal, New York Islanders Runners-up: Brock Boeser, Vancouver Canucks; Clayton Keller, Arizona Coyotes
Did they get it right? Yes. And by “they” I mean the PHWA voters and not Lou Lamoriello, whose archaic hair rules left Barzal with a much shorter haircut than what he could have had on a special night.
What was the funniest vote? There was nothing too egregious but I’d like to say hi to the Boston voter who felt Jake DeBrusk was the fifth-best rookie in the NHL.
LADY BYNG TROPHY
Winner: William Karlsson, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Ryan O’Reilly, Buffalo Sabres; Aleksander Barkov, Florida Panthers
Did they get it right? Sure. Who knows? Karlsson seems nice. I’m sure he says “sir” and “madam” and knows which one is the salad fork at the royal castle. I have no idea why this award exists.
What was the funniest vote? This award is dumb but the criteria is very clear — be gentlemanly. So most voters just look for guys with a lot of points and few penalty minutes. The problem with that is it leaves a blind spot that leads to Auston Matthews finishing eighth in voting (with six first-place votes) and Connor McDavid finishing 10th (with two first-place votes). Why is this funny?
McDavid was hit with an abuse of officials penalty in January and Matthews mocked a referee a few days earlier by pointing at the net after scoring a goal because an earlier goal was disallowed. Were those two things fantastic? You bet. Would I like to see more of this? Oh yeah.
But it should disqualify them from getting any votes for “gentlemanly” play during that season. You may as well have a Tallest Player Award and give it to Mats Zuccarello.
SELKE TROPHY
Winner: Anze Kopitar, Los Angeles Kings Runners-up: Sean Couturier, Philadelphia Flyers; Patrice Bergeron, Boston Bruins
https://sports.vice.com/en_ca/embed/article/gyk8z3/washington-capitals-alex-ovechkin-destroyed-his-critics-with-stanley-cup-win-over-vegas-golden-knights?utm_source=stylizedembed_sports.vice.com&utm_campaign=evk93a&site=sports
Did they get it right? No. I mean, I guess not. I don’t know. Why is there a best defensive forward award but not a best offensive defenseman award? More sports need extremely narrow awards for specific positions. Baseball can adopt a best infielder base runner. Football can honor the best tight end route runners. But apparently Kopitar wasn’t as good this year as he has been in the past. They should just give it to Bergeron every year until he decides it’s time to give it to Brad Marchand.
What was the funniest vote? Nobody voted for a defenseman or goaltender so this vote is devoid of humor.
JACK ADAMS AWARD
Winner: Gerard Gallant, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Jared Bednar, Colorado Avalanche; Bruce Cassidy, Boston Bruins
Did they get it right? Yes. In any other season, Bednar runs away with this and there’s a case to be made he deserved it more than Gallant, but guiding an expansion team to a 100-point season made this automatic. They survived two months during the first half without Marc-Andre Fleury and still cruised to a playoff spot.
What was the funniest vote? I’d like to meet the two people who felt Randy Carlyle of the Anaheim Ducks was the second-best coach, which means they felt Carlyle did a better job than either Gallant or Bednar. I’m putting my money on one of those votes coming from Steve Simmons.
VEZINA TROPHY
Winner: Pekka Rinne, Nashville Predators Runners-up: Andrei Vasilevskiy, Tampa Bay Lightning; Connor Hellebuyck, Winnipeg Jets
https://sports.vice.com/en_ca/embed/article/nek53q/the-ottawa-senators-need-to-relocate-if-eugene-melnyk-doesnt-sell-the-team?utm_source=stylizedembed_sports.vice.com&utm_campaign=evk93a&site=sports
Did they get it right? Yeah, but who did John Gibson piss off among the general managers who voted for this award? Somehow he finished sixth behind Frederik Andersen, who somehow finished fourth with a first-place vote despite a pedestrian .918 save percentage. Apparently the Hockey Men can be just as bad at voting as people who Never Played The Game.
What was the funniest vote? Easily, it’s the guy who felt Andersen was the best goaltender in the NHL this season. We likely will never figure out which GM cast this vote, but my guess is Marc Bergevin. Why? Because Andersen went 3-0 with a .950 save percentage against the Canadiens this season, and that’s the sort of dumbass shit Bergevin would do. If this ever gets confirmed, please tweet a screenshot of this paragraph with the link to the story, because clicks are always nice.
GENERAL MANAGER OF THE YEAR
Winner: George McPhee, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Kevin Cheveldayoff, Winnipeg Jets; Steve Yzerman, Tampa Bay Lightning
Did they get it right? No! Here’s the thing—we give the Jack Adams to the coach of the team we all thought would be crap before the season that turned out to be awesome. The reason we think a team is crap is how the GM builds it. So how can Gallant be the best coach if he’s simply coaching the team assembled by the best GM? You can’t have both! This is also a flawed award because Cheveldayoff (he should have won!) slowly built the team over many years. McPhee did some nice things in the expansion draft but tricking Dale Tallon into giving you two studs for nothing isn’t a big deal when Tallon probably still falls for the “got your nose” trick.
What was the funniest vote? This award is chosen by a swath of front-office and media types, so please let me meet the person who decided Ron Hextall was GM of the Year so I can take an Amtrak down to Philadelphia and have a Yuengling with this local.
HART TROPHY
Winner: Taylor Hall, New Jersey Devils Runners-up: Nathan MacKinnon, Colorado Avalanche; Anze Kopitar, Los Angeles Kings
Did they get it right? Yes! Surprisingly! And the vote was close—Hall edged MacKinnon by 70 points and held a 72-60 advantage in first-place votes. Hall had a slightly better MVP case and he won by a margin that presented that case. I went through all the ballots, looked very closely, and it turns out nobody casted a Hart vote for Adam Larsson.
What was the funniest vote? There wasn’t anything all that “what an idiot” funny but a very “huh, that’s funny” vote was Sidney Crosby getting just one fifth-place vote and nothing else. He had 89 points in 82 games, finished 10th in scoring but found himself tied in voting with Eric Staal and behind Artemi Panarin. It feels a little like the end of an era but also a little like taking Crosby for granted. Maybe it’s both.
This article originally appeared on VICE Sports CA.
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One Thing the NHL Award Voters Didn't Screw Up Was Taylor Hall as MVP
The 2018 NHL Awards show may have felt like it lasted five hours but it only ran [checks watch] two hours and 15 minutes? Holy shit, that can't be right, can it? I've seen Greg Maddux pitch quicker baseball games than that. How did giving out a handful of sports trophies become such a bloated event?
Watch how quickly I can whittle this show down to 90 minutes:
CUT OUT THE LADY BYNG AWARD — Nobody cares and voting (more below) shows voters don't really care, either. Give it away before the show the way the Academy Awards give out the best foreign language animated documentary editing awards weeks earlier in the basement of a Dave & Busters.
NO MORE MAGIC SHOWS — Did we really watch a seven-minute "is this your card" trick? Is this because the show is in Vegas? Let those oiled up dancing guys present an award if you want some Vegas flavor. Stopping the show for a rejected set piece from the Now You See Me 3 script isn't something anyone wants.
NO MORE VIDEO GAME COVER REVEALS — This is very much me being old and shaking my fist at a cloud, but sell your video game during commercial breaks, assholes.
NO MORE JACOB TREMBLAY INTERVIEWS — A trained child actor can't make uncomfortable hockey players fun. Just let the kid host next year.
Listen to the latest episode of Biscuits, VICE Sports' hockey podcast
NO MORE SAP STAT THINGIES — Nothing says excitement and pageantry and fun like some dorky-ass facts and figures about some dude's stats. Again: SELL YOUR PRODUCT DURING COMMERCIAL BREAKS.
I think if you give me enough time I can trim this show to an action-packed hour but we need to move on to the awards and discuss who won, who should have won, and which voters made us laugh the hardest.
NORRIS TROPHY
Winner: Victor Hedman, Tampa Bay Lightning Runners-up: PK Subban, Nashville Predators; Drew Doughty, Los Angeles Kings
Did they get it right? Yes. Hedman, however, is lucky the PHWA gave Doughty his lifetime achievement Norris Trophy a few years ago because his numbers were good enough this season to warrant the sympathy trophy.
What was the funniest vote? There are a lot of worthy choices (Jaccob Slavin was fifth on a ballot!) but this space is dedicated to the PHWA voter who thought Dougie Hamilton was the second-best defenseman in the NHL this season. Hamilton was named on just three of 164 ballots—he was voted fifth on the two others—so either one renegade voter saw something no one else did or a local Calgary media member got too close to the situation.
CALDER TROPHY
Winner: Mat Barzal, New York Islanders Runners-up: Brock Boeser, Vancouver Canucks; Clayton Keller, Arizona Coyotes
Did they get it right? Yes. And by "they" I mean the PHWA voters and not Lou Lamoriello, whose archaic hair rules left Barzal with a much shorter haircut than what he could have had on a special night.
What was the funniest vote? There was nothing too egregious but I'd like to say hi to the Boston voter who felt Jake DeBrusk was the fifth-best rookie in the NHL.
LADY BYNG TROPHY
Winner: William Karlsson, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Ryan O'Reilly, Buffalo Sabres; Aleksander Barkov, Florida Panthers
Did they get it right? Sure. Who knows? Karlsson seems nice. I'm sure he says "sir" and "madam" and knows which one is the salad fork at the royal castle. I have no idea why this award exists.
What was the funniest vote? This award is dumb but the criteria is very clear — be gentlemanly. So most voters just look for guys with a lot of points and few penalty minutes. The problem with that is it leaves a blind spot that leads to Auston Matthews finishing eighth in voting (with six first-place votes) and Connor McDavid finishing 10th (with two first-place votes). Why is this funny?
McDavid was hit with an abuse of officials penalty in January and Matthews mocked a referee a few days earlier by pointing at the net after scoring a goal because an earlier goal was disallowed. Were those two things fantastic? You bet. Would I like to see more of this? Oh yeah.
But it should disqualify them from getting any votes for "gentlemanly" play during that season. You may as well have a Tallest Player Award and give it to Mats Zuccarello.
SELKE TROPHY
Winner: Anze Kopitar, Los Angeles Kings Runners-up: Sean Couturier, Philadelphia Flyers; Patrice Bergeron, Boston Bruins
Did they get it right? No. I mean, I guess not. I don't know. Why is there a best defensive forward award but not a best offensive defenseman award? More sports need extremely narrow awards for specific positions. Baseball can adopt a best infielder base runner. Football can honor the best tight end route runners. But apparently Kopitar wasn't as good this year as he has been in the past. They should just give it to Bergeron every year until he decides it's time to give it to Brad Marchand.
What was the funniest vote? Nobody voted for a defenseman or goaltender so this vote is devoid of humor.
JACK ADAMS AWARD
Winner: Gerard Gallant, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Jared Bednar, Colorado Avalanche; Bruce Cassidy, Boston Bruins
Did they get it right? Yes. In any other season, Bednar runs away with this and there's a case to be made he deserved it more than Gallant, but guiding an expansion team to a 100-point season made this automatic. They survived two months during the first half without Marc-Andre Fleury and still cruised to a playoff spot.
What was the funniest vote? I'd like to meet the two people who felt Randy Carlyle of the Anaheim Ducks was the second-best coach, which means they felt Carlyle did a better job than either Gallant or Bednar. I'm putting my money on one of those votes coming from Steve Simmons.
VEZINA TROPHY
Winner: Pekka Rinne, Nashville Predators Runners-up: Andrei Vasilevskiy, Tampa Bay Lightning; Connor Hellebuyck, Winnipeg Jets
Did they get it right? Yeah, but who did John Gibson piss off among the general managers who voted for this award? Somehow he finished sixth behind Frederik Andersen, who somehow finished fourth with a first-place vote despite a pedestrian .918 save percentage. Apparently the Hockey Men can be just as bad at voting as people who Never Played The Game.
What was the funniest vote? Easily, it's the guy who felt Andersen was the best goaltender in the NHL this season. We likely will never figure out which GM cast this vote, but my guess is Marc Bergevin. Why? Because Andersen went 3-0 with a .950 save percentage against the Canadiens this season, and that's the sort of dumbass shit Bergevin would do. If this ever gets confirmed, please tweet a screenshot of this paragraph with the link to the story, because clicks are always nice.
GENERAL MANAGER OF THE YEAR
Winner: George McPhee, Vegas Golden Knights Runners-up: Kevin Cheveldayoff, Winnipeg Jets; Steve Yzerman, Tampa Bay Lightning
Did they get it right? No! Here's the thing—we give the Jack Adams to the coach of the team we all thought would be crap before the season that turned out to be awesome. The reason we think a team is crap is how the GM builds it. So how can Gallant be the best coach if he's simply coaching the team assembled by the best GM? You can't have both! This is also a flawed award because Cheveldayoff (he should have won!) slowly built the team over many years. McPhee did some nice things in the expansion draft but tricking Dale Tallon into giving you two studs for nothing isn't a big deal when Tallon probably still falls for the "got your nose" trick.
What was the funniest vote? This award is chosen by a swath of front-office and media types, so please let me meet the person who decided Ron Hextall was GM of the Year so I can take an Amtrak down to Philadelphia and have a Yuengling with this local.
HART TROPHY
Winner: Taylor Hall, New Jersey Devils Runners-up: Nathan MacKinnon, Colorado Avalanche; Anze Kopitar, Los Angeles Kings
Did they get it right? Yes! Surprisingly! And the vote was close—Hall edged MacKinnon by 70 points and held a 72-60 advantage in first-place votes. Hall had a slightly better MVP case and he won by a margin that presented that case. I went through all the ballots, looked very closely, and it turns out nobody casted a Hart vote for Adam Larsson.
What was the funniest vote? There wasn't anything all that "what an idiot" funny but a very "huh, that's funny" vote was Sidney Crosby getting just one fifth-place vote and nothing else. He had 89 points in 82 games, finished 10th in scoring but found himself tied in voting with Eric Staal and behind Artemi Panarin. It feels a little like the end of an era but also a little like taking Crosby for granted. Maybe it's both.
This article originally appeared on VICE Sports CA.
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