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feather0120 · 2 years

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Garfield Logan x Reader

You were crawling. As fast as you could. Your legs were scratched up from all of the leaves, sticks and pinecones. You heard your mother cursing your name while tears streamed down your face. Your parents weren't the best, they never cared for you. To them you just existed for no reason. That was until you were captured by some mysterious man. He experimented on you for the longest until one day.

You were injected with multiple things and you were beaten if you made a single noise. You saw a tall man come in with a mask covering his eyes with a long dark cape. Robin. You watched him on tv before you were captured. He looked at you wide eyed. “Are you alright- thats a stupid question.. Can you walk?” You shook your head no with a wince of pain.

Just shaking your head hurts. You felt the ropes all around you loosen. You sighed and soon you felt him scoop you up. You later woke up in a hospital room and No one was there besides you. Not even your parents.

Suddenly a nurse came in. “Oh you're awake!! Lovely, how are you feeling hun?”. “Alright I have a massive headache though” You said while you rubbed your head with against the pillow. “Ahh I see, I'll bring you some pain killers soon. But honey we need to talk..” she looked at her clipboard and gave a sad look and sighed. “You've had a long list of injuries and you were injected with a lot of liquids… we don't exactly know what they are but we tried our best! And at least you're conscious.. However there are some other issues. Your spine has been beyond repair. We can't do anything more we dont think you'll ever be able to bend over or twist a certain way.. We also aren't sure if you'll be able to walk again but good news!! Your arms and wrists will be just fine.”

After a month under urgent care nothing changed and the doctors saw no hope in you. Your parents finally came to get you after so long.. Nog even a single visit. They said nothing to you at all. They just see you as a weak twig who needs everything done for yourself.

Time skip 3 months later

Your parents eventually got fed up with you and they just threw you out into the woods. Screaming at you cursing your name. After a while you were lost and you just laid there on the ground ready to die there all alone. Would you die from the infections in your scars? Starve? Dehydration? You laughed knowing your Mom was right that you would die all alone.

Suddenly you heard leaves cracking then a roar. “Oh fuck me why is a tiger in the woods?! Of course I'd get eaten alive.” you thought to yourself. You turn your head and you see a green tiger. Its bones started cracking and it eventually became a boy. You tried screaming but you couldn't it just wouldn't come out.

“Woah woah calm down i won't hurt you!! Holy shit your bodys fucked up!! Hey hey wait, I can get you help. I promise I won't bite. They are good people who come here” They green haired boy approached you and picked you up. “I know a doctor, an amazing one. I promise he can help.” He picked you up and began running.

Soon later he was banging on a door to a huge house. “Rita!! Larry!!? Oh come on Chief!! Please open” Soon a beautiful woman slung the door open “Gar if you don't- Woah i- who is she what happened??!” She opened the door more “Your lucky He’s Here”

Soon you were brought to a room with a man. “I wasn't expecting you… Why is she even here?? You could've followed Gar!!!” He began screaming at the green haired boy. “I wasn't! I swear look you can help her right?Please help her” He looked worried. Why was he so worried for you? You haven't even spoken a word. You don't know him nor anyone else in the room.

“Of course I can help her, I'm nothing but one of the best doctors in the world.. I'll help her but after that she's out.. Eating these will make you sleep for a few hours and you dont wanna be awake during these procedures” You nodded and ate the pills and immediately fell asleep.

You woke up and you could actually feel your limbs. You wiggled your fingers in amazement you could sit up and turn any way you wanted. You squealed in excitement. You looked over and you saw The green haired boy look up from his mini game boy. “You're awake!! What's up! How you feelin?” He jumped up to your side. “Also I'm Garfield Logan!! You can call me Gar though” He said with a big smile.

You laughed a little but then winced in pain. You were still a little sore but for the most part okay. “Woah woah be careful you still have to heal up but then you'll be good as new! Chiefs an amazing doctor”

“Oh I see.. Well um im feeling a little sore but i can manage. I'm Y/N By the way Nice to meet you Gar! Uh thanks for you know saving me out there” You held out your hand. Gar shook it. “Yeah of course! I couldn't just leave you there” He had a big smile on his face. You didn't know him but you could definitely get used to having him around.

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OKAY OKAY SO YEAH ILL PROBABLY MAKE MORE UM FEEDBACK?? KDNSJ IDK

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sameheart-sameblood · 3 years

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Live While We’re Alive

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pairing: commander wolffe x f!reader

summary: you thought being a newly recruited civilian doctor to the GAR was hard enough until you developed a hopeless crush on Commander Wolffe

words: 2.8 k

warnings: mature, some suggestive talk, mutual pining, medical exams, co-workers to lovers, a doctor having inappropriate thoughts about their patient

a/n: I started writing this awhile ago and then lost all creative motivation but I've been in a Wolffe mood the past few days and sad we didn't get to see him in The Bad Batch so here we are. I'd like to apologize to my doctor dad and all medical professionals everywhere lol. Also, I had intended for this to end in smut but then got lost in feelings so there mayyyy be a chapter 2. We'll see ;)

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You want to fuck him. It’s been decided. This realization couldn’t have come at a worse time, though. You’re surrounded by Jedi and Clone Officers in a very important meeting detailing your next mission. But you only have eyes for one of the men and he’s currently standing at the head of the room giving a briefing to the holo of Master Yoda. It’s a testament to Commander Wolffe’s presence that you barely notice the little green Jedi Master he’s conversing with. Well, his presence and his extreme handsomeness.

When you’d first met him, you’d been truly intimidated. The other women you worked with nodded in understanding, whispering they had been thrown off by his cybernetic eye and prominent scar. But that wasn’t it. You’d noticed those things, but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.

It was the fact that he took one look at you and seemed to see right into your soul. You couldn’t explain it but you felt like with just a glance, he could tell your deepest insecurities. And stars, did you have a lot of those.

You had worked your way up through the medical field and had started your residency at the biggest hospital in Coruscant. After your training ended, you had secured a permanent job there. It had been difficult, to say the least. Though you knew you were qualified, even more so than most of your male co-workers, you still doubted yourself often.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had come to visit you one nondescript Thursday afternoon, telling you of the need for doctors in the GAR. He said you came most highly recommended when he was searching for recruits but still, you thought a mistake had been made and that someone soon would realize and send you back to your normal life. It was a recurring nightmare you’d developed in the past few weeks that shook you from your sleep.

You had agreed to join the GAR, sympathetic to the cause and wanting to do your part. The next few weeks had consisted of you getting your bearings and meeting the rest of the staff at the base . Kix, the clone medic in charge, had helped you learn the ropes and had introduced you to all his brothers. At first, you had been overwhelmed by the sea of identical faces. As the weeks had gone on, you’d learned everyone’s names and they’d made you feel welcome, like one of their own.

The Commander and you had crossed paths several times. He was polite but distant. Not like you blamed him. He had more important things to do than exchange drawn out pleasantries. With each run-in, though, he seemed to be making more of an effort to be personable. Unfortunately, each conversation left you looking more and more like an idiot. Or a di’kut. The boys had been teaching you some Mando’a.

You were a medical professional, a well-respected doctor and yet Wolffe made you feel unsure of yourself. It had been so long since you’d had a crush that you didn’t realize this was what the beginning of one felt like.

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As you sit around the war room table, you feel even more like a school girl. Instead of paying attention to whatever Master Yoda is saying, you’re transfixed by Wolffe’s face. The hazy blue light from the holo reflects off his features, making him look ethereal. His scar looks even more prominent and you blush, remembering how often you’ve wondered what it would feel like to let your fingers trace it. And his lips. They’re moving, responding to whatever the Jedi has said. They’re mesmerizing and now you’re thinking of what it would be like to kiss him. Or even better yet, to have those lips pressed against the plushier parts of your body.

You continue to stare until you realize his face has turned to you. It probably only takes you a second to come back to reality but it feels like an eternity. Somehow you’re able to respond to the question.

“Yes, Commander. All medical personnel are prepared for an 0800 liftoff. Kix will take his team with the 501st and I’ll have my staff along with the 104th. We’ll reconnoiter once we’ve landed on Hisseen.” The rest of the table nods, moving the conversation along. Wolffe stares at you for a moment, a hint of a smirk on his lips. You avert your gaze, finding the table a much safer object of your attention.

The discussion wraps up and Wolffe stands at attention, puffing his chest out, before Master Yoda disappears. Once again, your eyes are drawn to him. You’re not sure how but he makes something so mundane look indescribably attractive. Wolffe’s head turns in your direction but you’ve already bolted from your seat, hoping to cool down in the hallway.

Kix pushes through the crowd to get to you. “Hey, Doc. How’d the meeting go?” You shrug. “Nothing new to report. Just making sure we’re all set for our campaign.” He’s shifting back and forth, a sort of glazed look in his eyes. You realize he’s not paying particularly close attention. It’s the look of someone asking you something just so they can request a favor in return.

“Hmm oh yeah, that’s nice. Say, Doc, do you think you could cover for me for a few hours? I have some urgent business to attend to.”

“Since when is playing Sabacc with Fives and the boys urgent?”

“Since I remembered how terrible they are at it. I can make a real killing playing against them.”

You laugh. It’s true. You’ve come to love those men but a lot of them are really horrible at the game. You’ll need to give them a remedial course if you have any downtime on Hisseen. “Of course. What do you need me to do?” He rewards you with a huge grin. “Nothing hard! A few higher ups coming in for their physicals. Just the usual. Make sure they’re in tip top shape to get shot at by some tinnies.”

He gives you the list. It’s only a handful of men but the last one on it makes your blood go cold. “Commander Wolffe needs a physical?” Kix is oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Oh yeah, but he knows the drill. Honestly everyone can do it themselves at this point. We’re basically there to oversee it as a formality.”

You swallow down your apprehension and nod. “Sounds easy enough. Go have fun. And take it easy on them, will ya? Let them keep a little of their dignity intact” Kix just grins and shoots you a wave as he runs off.

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Your first few appointments go just fine. The officers are professionals and Kix was right, they could do these routine physicals with their eyes closed. You give them all your seal of approval and settle in to do your paperwork before your last, most anticipated patient arrives. The forms in front of you hold no interest and you find yourself checking the chrono every few seconds.

It’s not easy but you manage to finish your work. You set it aside and take steadying breath. Five more minutes and he’ll be here. You scold yourself. The Commander has never been anything but professional. You’re the one thinking these very unprofessional thoughts.

And you’re a doctor, for kriff’s sake. Your patients should be able to come to you without worrying you may be fantasizing about what they look like naked. But these are uncharted waters. It’s your first time having to deal with a patient you’re this attracted to. They really should take your medical license away.

Just as you’re thinking of packing it all up and handing in your resignation to the Jedi Council, a knock at the door snaps you to attention. Well, here goes nothing. You scold yourself once again for checking your reflection in the mirror before answering the door.

You had tried to adopt a passive, professional look to your face before greeting Wolffe but it must not have worked. “Everything alright, Doc? I’m not early, am I?” You shake your head.“Not at all. Punctual as always, Commander.” You beckon for him to come in and take a seat. You close the door, then sit across from him at your desk.

Your datapad hums to life and you busy yourself opening the appropriate forms you need to fill out. The weight of his eyes is heavy on you and your cheeks heat up in spite of yourself. You push on through as best you can.

“Well, Commander, how are you feeling today?” There’s that ghost of a smirk again but it vanishes so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it. “I feel like a million credits.” You giggle despite it not even being that funny. You’ve got it bad. “Glad to hear it. This should be quick then.” You gather your equipment and get to work.

First, you take his weight. Then, you listen to his heart. You press the stethoscope to his sternum, thankful you can do this over his blacks. He observes you the whole time. “And what about you? How are you today, Doc?” You risk a glance and meet his eyes. That was a mistake.

“Me? Oh-um just fine. Maybe not like a million credits but a few hundred at least.” You trail off dumbly but he humors you with a chuckle. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard that sound from him before. It’s like music to your ears. “Anything I can do to help? You do look a little flushed. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” You avert your eyes again.

“No. I’m alright. It’s just, uh, hot in these uniforms. The coarseweave doesn’t breathe.”

“You sure? Maybe I should be the one giving you a check-up.”

You realize he’s toying with you now.

“That won’t be necessary, Commander.”

You move on to check his lungs. “Breathe in for me.” You move the stethoscope to his chest, then move it around a few different spots on his back. “You can call me, Wolffe. If you’d like.” He breathes in every time, not even needing prompting, ever the dutiful soldier, even when he’s teasing you.

“I would like that. Thank you, Wolffe.”

Next, you measure his blood pressure. You’re shocked that it’s so low. He sees the look of surprise on your face. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all. The opposite, in fact. Your pressures are great. I just thought with your lifestyle they might, understandably, be a bit higher.”

“What kind of lifestyle do you think I have?”

You’re backtracking as quickly as you can. “I just meant, your life as a soldier, it must be extremely stressful.”

There’s that smirk again. “It is. But you don’t get to be a Commander by not being able to handle the pressure.”

“Of course. But even so, if you’d like some stress relief techniques I can suggest some.” He hums as if really thinking it over. Thankfully there’s only one part of your exam left. Which is good because you’re not sure how much resolve you have remaining.

“Everything looks great. I’ll just do a head and neck exam and then I can send you on your way.”

You need to touch him for this part but you stop yourself, hands hovering but not quite meeting their destination. You feel like once you touch him, really feel his skin under your fingers, there may be no going back.

Wolffe sees your hesitation, then slowly reaches out to take your hands. You watch with wide eyes as he guides them to his neck. He looks up at you innocently enough but you can tell he’s laughing internally. You try to reign in control of the situation.

“Sorry, I just got distracted.” The Commander studies you but this time it’s in earnest. “Are you nervous? This’ll be your first time in an active war zone, right?” You had been anxious but not about that. But now that he mentions it, yeah, you honestly don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect. I guess you could say I’m a little scared.” Wolffe gently holds your chin, directing you to look back at him. “I won’t lie. It’ll be overwhelming and frightening. Battles can seem never-ending. But I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You’re staring into each other’s eyes and you don’t want to stop. But then he’s clearing his throat and gently removing his hand from your skin. You realize you’ve been resting your own hands on his shoulders this whole time. “Thank you, Wolffe. I do feel much better knowing you’ll be there.” You offer him a smile, hoping it conveys just how much you appreciate him looking out for you.

You begin your exam, gently kneading where his neck meets his shoulders, checking for any anomalies. Then you move to his throat. The throat you’ve so often been distracted by. It’s featured prominently in your daydreams. You move your hands along it, under his jawline. Having a man this powerful baring one of the most vulnerable parts of his body to you is intoxicating. Focus, di’kut.

Everything feels normal except for some knots you find resting right below the surface of his smooth skin. “Lymph nodes feel good. You’re a little tense, though. But I bet it’s from that bucket you have to wear most of the day.” He hums in thought. “True. But even so. Maybe you could give me some of those ideas for stress management?” He looks up at you with big eyes. There’s mischief in them but something else. Vulnerability?

You gulp audibly. “Of course. There are a few that work particularly well, um, like deep breathing techniques, going on walks, talking with friends, meditation, journaling, physical activity…” You’re rambling, fighting a losing game against your resolve. Wolffe thinks on it. “Physical activity seems like a good place to start.” His hands come up to gently cover yours that are still resting on his neck.

The sensation of his calloused fingers on your skin sends shivers down your body. You close your eyes, feeling the last of your self-control topple over. “Wolffe,” you whine “We shouldn’t…” He immediately drops his hands, worry etched on his face. “I’m so sorry. It’s just- I thought you wanted-.” He cuts himself off, snapping up to his feet and to attention. “Doctor, you should report me to General Plo Koon for immediate disciplinary action.”

Dank Farrik, you’ve just ruined everything.“Wolffe! No, I’m not reporting you to anyone. If anything you should report me for being so unprofessional.” His shoulders relax a bit but he still eyes you as if you’re a live grenade that might explode at any second. “What do you mean?” You sigh in frustration. This isn’t how you wanted to confess your feelings to him.

“I…want you, Wolffe. The second I realized that I should have asked to be re-assigned to a different battalion. Instead I thought I could push those feelings down and continue to do my job. Looks like that was a mistake.” You hang your head, avoiding his piercing gaze. He’s silent for just a moment but it feels like an eternity.

“So, you want me and I want you?” You nod your head, ashamed, as he continues. “Then what’s the problem, Doc?” Your eyes snap to his, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Isn’t it wrong of us?”

Wolffe sits down on the exam table again, genuinely thinking on it. “I don’t see why. We’re both consenting adults. We don’t work directly with each other- I report to General Koon, you report to General Kenobi- so there’s no real conflict of interest. The worst we’ll face is a little ribbing from the boys if they find out.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes, needing to make sure he’s serious and that this isn’t some twisted joke. What you find staring back at you is hope and promise. He senses your trepidation and gently takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry if I came on strong. But the thing about this life is that there are no guarantees. Tomorrow isn’t promised and so I figured I’d rather go for something, someone, that I want and have my heart broken rather than regretting my inaction.”

Your eyes roam the scars on his face, evidence of just how true his words are. You’re heading into active battle tomorrow. One or both of you could be injured, or worse. You step towards him. He spreads his legs so you have room to get closer. You rest your forehead on his, breathing him in.

His hands come up to caress your sides. You take a shaky breath. He questions you softly. “Cyar’ika?” Ah, now that’s one of the new words you definitely remember. His vulnerability makes you ache and the decision to hand your heart over is an easy one. “You’re right, Wolffe. Might as well do some living while we can.”

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#commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #wolffe x reader #instead of becoming a doctor like my family wanted i decided to just write about being one who's slightly inappropriate instead #tcw fanfic #tcw #allie writes #my writing

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kiradaxx · 4 years

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Critical Care

This idea jumped into my head soon as I saw the scene with Tuvok and Janeway holding hands on the bridge in the episode Critical Care. This is definitely not a criticism of that scene because I loved it and found it hilarious and Janeway and Tuvok are bros for life. Tuvok's reaction was priceless and both actors crushed it. But I couldn't help reimagining this scene with a J/7 twist, cause, of course. So here we go, enjoy my brief, goofy J/7 rewrite of this episode's fake dating trope.

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A powerful headache was throbbing in Janeway’s temples as she waited for the communications link to be picked up by yet another Delta Quadrant inhabitant in the long line of fruitless interviews she’d been conducting all day. Patience was a virtue she did not possess, but diplomacy she had in spades. So she’d been smiling and charming and biting her tongue down on more acerbic comments all day as she attempted to track down the scam artist who had managed to steal their doctor’s program right out from under her nose.

After hours of chasing down contacts and bouncing from one rumor to the next, from one unhelpful, frustrating source to the next, not only was Janeway tired, she was bored out of her mind. However, they had finally found a workable lead in Gar’s current girlfriend. They had just concluded a call with her husband- a sad, weepy man with little dignity left to his name. He had divulged far more information about his wife’s adultery than Janeway cared to know, but at least they had learned something to go off of. Now, they were hoping this woman could give them Gar’s actual whereabouts, rather than just tell them yet another story of how he had conned some unsuspecting soul and made off into the ether.

Janeway leaned heavily against the railing of the main command stage of her bridge, staring at the still empty view screen. Her chin rested in her right hand, her elbow on the railing, and as she stared out into space, she suppressed the urge to tap her fingers restlessly against her cheek. Waiting for the call to be picked up was about as thrilling as watching paint dry, and while she hoped for a more productive conversation this time, she wished she could be doing just about anything else at the moment.

Finally, their hail was answered, and the view screen displayed a pale woman with a large forehead of unique ridges sitting luxuriantly on a couch in what appeared to be a sunroom of some sort. Making quick work of her initial assessment of the woman and the necessary introductions, Janeway wasted no further time in explaining who they were looking for. This held little interest for the woman, though, and rather than offering any information about Gar, she instead asked how they had found her. When she was informed that her husband had given them her name, a look of vague disgust overtook the woman’s features. Janeway lamented internally as she realized the moment the woman opened her mouth that she was about to be subjected to still more details of this couple’s relationship problems.

“You’re a woman, you saw my husband with your own eyes.” Her tone carried a distinct distaste as she continued, “Overweight, depressed. You would have left him too.” A playful spark and a vapid smile lit up the woman’s face next, and she added, “Especially if you had met someone as exciting as Gar.”

Nasty comments about the man’s size or emotional state were hardly necessary, but Janeway couldn’t afford to lose this lead now. Not when they’d finally come so close to getting the scammer’s location. So for the sake of her missing crew member, once more she bit down on the inside of her cheek and held back on her criticism of the woman’s shameful attitude. She was only just able to restrain an eye roll when the woman began extolling Gar’s seductive qualities. But her day had been long and exhausting and filled with some of the most inane conversations she’d ever entertained, and when she offered a placating agreement to the woman’s assessment, she didn’t bother to muster any more enthusiasm than she would have for extensive dental work.

Chin still in her hands, posture slouched, and boredom leaching through every syllable, she said, “Yes, he’s very exciting.”

Somehow, unfathomably, this woman managed to interpret her words as genuine interest in Gar. As a threat of competition for her lover. She stiffened, growing defensive and accusative, throwing a glare through the screen while asking, “That’s why you’re looking for him, isn’t it? You want him for yourself.”

Janeway stared at her incredulously for a long moment, at once both insulted at the implication that she would be attracted to a sleeze like Gar, and baffled at how dense this woman must be to believe her lackluster agreement had constituted any actual desire.

Her patience had long ago run out, and even her dedication to diplomacy was wearing thin at this point. Her battle against the roll of her eyes continued to be hard fought, but not fully won as she felt herself blinking rapidly through her exasperation. She lifted her head off of her hand but changed little else about her posture, and replied, “I assure you I have no romantic interest in him whatsoever.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed and her shoulders remained squared, clearly still offended. “Why, not good enough for you?”

“No it’s not that, it’s just-” Janeway began to reply earnestly, but cut herself off. This was maddening, and she did finally allow herself to roll her eyes then. How did they even get this far off track, and why was she continuing this ridiculous topic? She exchanged a quick glance with Seven, who was serving a duty shift on the bridge and standing not too far from where Janeway was leaning against the rail of the main command well. The quirk of Seven's ocular implant and the amused but critical gleam in her eyes told Janeway she was not alone in finding this woman impressively asinine.

An idea occurred to her then, an absurd one. A ridiculous solution for a ridiculous problem, she supposed. She needed to get their conversation back to the matter at hand without angering Gar’s lover or drawing out this argument any further, and when she looked to the woman standing to her right, she saw a method to do just that. With an expression that made little effort to hide how unimpressed Janeway was with this whole situation, she reached her hand out expectantly towards Seven. She was completely bemused, but understood what Janeway was asking for and, albeit hesitantly, she placed her hand in the outstretched one the captain offered. Their fingers interlocked, sliding into a comfortable position without thought, and Janeway made sure to hold their hands up in clear view of the screen. She squeezed Seven’s hand in silent reassurance, and thanked the universe that she had played along without spoken question, even if she could feel Seven’s confused stare burrowing into her profile.

She intentionally allowed a little extra husk to fill her voice, a smoky lilt accompanying the suggestive look in her eyes as she said, “Gar’s not really my type, if you catch my drift.”

The woman observed them for a moment with no reaction at first, her defensive demeanor unchanged. Tom Paris turned from his position at the helm in surprise, and Harry Kim chuckled to himself while Tuvok merely lifted one eyebrow in their direction. Janeway ignored all of them; allowing herself to be embarrassed would hardly be conducive to getting the information she sought, and she didn’t have the intention of giving any of them the satisfaction. She had nothing to feel embarrassed about anyway. She was dealing with con artists, a little misdirection was necessary. After a few more seconds, she saw the understanding dawn on the alien woman, illuminating her expression. She observed them more curiously now, fixating on their joined hands and seemingly sizing them up. Her hostility deflated, and she appeared to be appeased by the insinuation that Janeway’s interests lay in a decidedly more sapphic direction.

Relieved that the ruse had worked, Janeway tried not to think too hard about the pleasant warmth suffusing her skin where her hand remained cradled by Seven’s. She hadn’t expected Seven’s touch to be quite so gentle, almost tender, and she wasn’t sure what to do with this information now that her brain was aware of it. But this was neither the time nor the place for her to feel a fluttering in her stomach that she wouldn’t want to analyze too closely even in the best of circumstances. She wasn’t actually attracted to women after all, she was simply skilled in the art of deception when the need arose. So, she pushed the thought aside and refocused.

“We have a business opportunity for Mr. Gar.” She said, resolute professionalism twice enforced now to maintain her composure. “One that will expire if we don’t find him soon.”

With all of the fight in her posture vanished, the woman released a slight sigh and finally, finally gave them Gar’s current location. “He’s on his way to the gambling tournament on Selek IV.” She paused, then in a softer tone, she added, “When you see him, tell him to hurry home.”

Janeway bit her tongue down one last time for that afternoon and refrained from saying that there was very little chance Gar considered their affair to be more than a quick romp in the sack, let alone his home. She hoped the look she gave the woman wasn’t too pity filled, but as the connection was terminated and the star filled vacuum of space retook the screen, she indulged in one last roll of her eyes. Just a small one, well earned after having had to insinuate herself even peripherally into the marital drama of several random civilians.

In the next moment, she remembered she was still holding Seven’s hand. Her skin tingled at the comforting warmth still present, and she looked to Seven with a slightly sheepish expression. Seven, for her part, was staring rather intently at Janeway, brows furrowed deep in question. Janeway was about to apologize in case she had made her uncomfortable, but the other woman spoke first.

“Are you sexually attracted to women?”

Well, at least Janeway could count on Seven not to beat around the bush. She fought the flames of embarrassment licking at her heated skin, and instead quirked her lips up in what she hoped was a confident grin.

“I was just trying to get Gar’s girlfriend to focus on the question. I needed to mislead her a little, make her think you and I were an item.”

Seven studied her another moment before replying, voice devoid of inflection. “I see.”

Janeway couldn’t shake the peculiar feeling that she had disappointed or upset Seven in some way, and she returned to her original plan to apologize. She still hadn’t let go of Seven’s hand, though she wasn’t sure why. She squeezed the hand in hers lightly, and said, “It seemed like the easiest way to get the information. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Thank you, for playing along.”

Seven nodded but said nothing, leaving Janeway to feel like she was still missing something. She offered Seven one more crooked smile, one more small squeeze of their hands, and finally dropped her hold on the other woman. While Seven returned to her normal work, Janeway strode over to her command chair, sinking into it with purpose. She put aside the seed of worry digging into her mind for the sake of focusing on their task. Crossing her legs and assuming her authoritative positioning, she commanded Tom to lay in a course for Selek IV. She would apologize to Seven again later if she needed to, perhaps find a way to make the offense up to her if she were still upset. But for now, she had a member of her crew to rescue.

#j/7 fanfiction #j7 #j/7 #kathryn janeway #seven of nine #seven x janeway #janeway x seven #captain janeway #star trek voyager #a fun little oneshot that came to mind #episode tag s07e05 #i have an idea for a second part if people like this one

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serrj215 · 4 years

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Family

The night was angry, rain punished the earth, and lightning cracked the sky again and again. Trigon was gone. The king of demons was trapped in his own little corner of reality. Still that didn’t stop him from making an occasional appearance in his daughter’s dreams. It was 4:00 am when Raven had jumped out of her skin. A summer storm shook the windows and rattled on the roof above. Raven looked down her body to see a pair of sleepy annoyed green eyes.

She jerked her leg in waking up. Sweet Potato yawned then went back to using Raven's left ankle as a pillow. The small orange cat was asleep in moments. It was about 6 years ago when the cat adopted them.

"Rae!" Beast Boy shouted, "The landlord didn’t mention this!"

Raven came out to the balcony of their new apartment. To find her fiancé sitting on the cement floor an orange kitten in his lap. He looked up at her. "Free cat!" he said with a smile almost too big for his face.

"Garfield, where did that come from?" She asked as she started messaging one of her temples.

"Well Rae, when a Mama cat and a Daddy cat love each other ver-"

"You know what I mean!" Raven snapped. It had been a long day already. The furniture they had ordered hadn’t shown up. Their living room was just a mountain of boxes. She was hungry, tired, sweaty, and just knew the boxes with her clean clothes were probably buried under all their other belongings.

Beast Boy got up cradling the cat in his arms. The animal barely reacted like all of this happened every day. Before she knew it, he had closed the distance between them, and she was holding a purring orange ball of fluff. The cat started rubbing his head against her chin, his motor running on overdrive.

"Gar," Her hands of their own volition started petting the cat. "We really can’t have a pet right now. WE! don't even have a place to sleep tonight." The cat was doing its best to charm her "Besides I already have you. "

"Ha. Ha." He said as his hands joined hers in the cat’s fur. "Well don’t think of him as a pet, he can be our training kid!" That remark was enough to bring Raven to her senses and she pushed the cat back into Beast Boy's arms.

"OH No!" she said sternly "He can stay tonight but is going to a shelter in the morning! We don't need a training kid, we are renting an apartment together, we are engaged, do not get ahead of yourself!" Raven stormed back inside to rip apart boxes.

That was six years ago, and the cat later named Sweet Potato for his color had decided to become Raven's near constant companion. Whatever room Raven went in, a small orange puffball followed. The cat didn’t demand attention often, he was content to take up watch from the bookshelves as Raven meditated, or to supervise her from the top of the fridge when she made her tea. Despite being able to sleep just about anywhere most nights he preferred the small valley between Raven's feet.

Despite the cat's comfort, Raven started to get up to check on the baby. She stopped when she realized that the little one was closer than she thought. Four-month-old Luke was asleep on her husband's chest. The little boy was quite content with Garfield's hand on his back holding him protectively. Luke was facing her, his face scrunched up in sleep. He was wearing that blue onesie that said, “I am a baby not an Engineer” That his father put him in at almost every chance he got.

"Raven he is beautiful" That’s the first words he heard as the medication started to wear off. Garfield was sitting in a chair next to her hospital bed. He held a blanketed bundle to his chest.

It was over a full month before Raven was due. The last thing she was expecting was her little boy to show up that night. Beast Boy knew it would be months before they could have some time to themselves, so he surprised her with a night on the town.

It was a pleasant evening in early November. The air was just starting to chill giving her husband another reason to hold her close as they walked down the street. They had gotten a table at a nice café in town and just when the soup arrived Raven's contractions started. The next thing they knew plates were flying with black energy and she was loaded into an ambulance.

"Are you alright?" Raven asked from her hospital bed.

"I am not the one that had the emergency C-Section, how are you?" Beast Boy took Raven's hand.

“I am wonderful, but that might just be the painkillers." She craned her neck to look at the small face hidden between blankets and her husband's chest. “Luke Logan" she said.

"He looks just like you Rae."

Raven didn’t see it. Luke had his father’s green skin and pointed ears; his head had whips of fine hair that looked almost black. Just like their daughter Luke had gotten his fathers more prominent features.

“He must take after you though, showing up 5 weeks early.”

"He is amazing Rae. I can't believe that we get to keep him." Beast Boy stood up bringing the baby closer to Raven. "I can't stop looking at him."

"You were the same way with Leia, Gar have you slept?" She asked gingerly sitting up. The sun was a shade of orange coming through the windows. It had to be just past dawn. Raven really didn’t have to ask. Her husband's eyes were red and had some bags under them. The button-down shirt he was wearing for their date was an untucked wrinkled mess, and his hair was all over the place.

"I couldn’t, I mean every noise he made I kept checking on him. " The baby started to fuss a bit. "Here is Mama." Beast Boy laid their son into his mother's arms. "You going to be good for visitors? Robin said he can't really hold back both Star and Leia for much longer. "

Thunder clashed and the little girl stirred. Leia had climbed into their bed again. She lay on her side between her mother and father holding onto Raven's leg like a teddy bear. She was in her white feety pajamas with the green monkeys on them. Raven ran her fingers through her daughter’s dark hair. Just her brother Leia's skin was green like her father’s, but her hair was like her mothers. Raven knew that her daughter was a bit jealous of her baby brother.

"Rae are you alright?" Beast Boy pounded on the bathroom door. His wife had been there for nearly half an hour. Sweet Potato was attempting access by sticking his paw under the crack of the door.

"Raven I am coming in!" He quickly looked down at the cat. “Cover me” he said before shifting into a banana snake and slipping easily under the door. As soon as he was in, he shifted back to his normal form. sink, toilet, bathtub, no Raven? He was ready to bolt out thinking that he had been pounding on the wrong door the last 20 minutes till his nose told him different. Raven’s scent was still strong here, it was tainted with stress.

Beast Boy pulled back the shower curtain and found his wife laying in the empty bathtub. She was clutching something to her chest with both her hands. He wasn't sure but she looked paler than usual and her eyes were puffy and a bit red. He sat on the edge of the tub not sure what to make of this. "Rae you’re scaring the cat." He said quietly Raven was silent.

"Okay…Now you're scaring your husband" He reached out to her hands and Raven recoiled turning herself into the wall of the tub. Beast Boy was not going to let her hide from him. So, he climbed into the tub with her. It was a tight fit his chest to her back. "Rae I am not leaving.” He gently rubbed up and down her arm. “Talk to me whatever this is, we are in this together"

Beast Boy's mind ran the gamut, Trigon was returning, She saw the end of the word, green tea was declared a controlled substance, she was dying, Starfire was dying, He was dying, he jumped from one worst case scenario to the next. Then with shaking fingers she passed a white plastic object over her shoulder to her husband.

He took the white plastic stick with the small window that has a dark blue + sign in it. Beast Boy had never seen one before but knew exactly what it was.

"Raven…this is amazing! I didn't think we could…I mean oh god! I hope she is just like you!" He said burying his face into her shoulder giggling like an idiot.

"Don't you get it I ruined our lives!" she said into the porcelain. "We can't do this we can't be parents and Titans and..,and" That’s when the tears came.

Beast Boy pulled her tight to him. "So, we stop being Titans, or I stop and stay with the kid or I get a job or open an ice cream shop whatever it takes, whatever you and the baby need."

"You’re really happy about this." shock was coming though the sobs.

"Happy, scared, excited, petrified it's like that rush when the roller coaster goes over the first hill times like a billion."

They held each other in that empty bathtub for nearly an hour. It was the start of what Beast Boy's called a 9-month roller coaster. Anyone that says you can be ready to be a parent they are lying. But he was there for every diaper, sleepless night and doctors appointment. He cried more then baby Leia did when she got vaccinated.

The windows flashed with lighting and the boom was so loud, the strike had to be right outside. Raven's hand found her husbands, brushing the bracelet around his wrist before giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.

"Rae?"

Raven looked up into her husband’s barely opened eyes. "You ok?" He asked.

Raven just nodded slightly. Beast Boy pulled his wife's hand to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm. Then settled back into his pillow, his hand rubbing Luke’s back before coming to a rest.

Beast Boy didn't know what to think. Things were going so well or he thought. He had been dating Raven for nearly a year and somehow, he didn’t screw it up. Oh, he had made mistakes, still upset her from time to time but things were good. At least he thought they were good till this week.

He woke up one day and it was like the last 12 months never happened. Raven would barely talk to him. She would leave the room whenever he walked in. Raven even cut her hair short again, she had been growing it out and it was just past her shoulders. But now it was as short as the day they met. The last three nights he had got to her room knowing she was behind the door trying to apologize. Beast Boy had no idea what he did wrong. But he would cop to global warming, the Lex Luthor presidency, and Hawaiian Pizza if his girlfriend would just talk to him. But the door would not open. Leaving Beast Boy to shift into a terrier to sleep at her door.

On the 4th day, his phone chimed. Raven had sent a text. “Please come to my room tonight, at 8:43pm sharp.”

That was it. A simple grammatically correct text message to let him know that they were done. He knew it was coming. After all she was amazing, he was a freak. She was lovely, he was a green gremlin. He should have known that Raven would want better, she deserved better. All that was left to do was show up at the time Raven requested, take it like a man, then go back to his room bawl like a baby in private.

For the first time in days Raven's door opened for him when he knocked. Raven stood in the doorway wearing a white flowing robe that went all the way to the ground. A small smile on her face. She put out her hand "Come with me please." Beast Boy dumbfounded took her hand and let her lead him into the darkened room.

In the center of the room in front of the bed was a low small table. On the table was a black cast iron bowl full of green flame. It was the only light in the room, the fire gave no scent or smoke. Raven led him over to the table, holding his hand the whole time. They knelled across the table from each other. That’s when Beast Boy noticed a purple braid next to the iron bowl. He recognized it right away as Raven's hair, the length she had cut and now interweaved. This was getting stranger by the second.

"Raven what is going on?" He asked finally remembering how to talk.

"Garfield do you love me?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

Beast Boy could feel his heart in his throat "Yes"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes" he said, and he meant it. Despite the last few days he would still walk through hell for her if she asked.

Raven with her free hand took the braid of hair. "To you, I offer myself, my love, my wish to walk the path with you." She wrapped the bracelet around his wrist. "Will you accept me?"

Beast boy's eyes were as wide as saucers. He had no idea what was going on, just a tingle down his back. His mouth had gone dry and if you asked, if he would be able to remember his name, it would be Bob. But on instinct alone he breathed out "Yes, please." As if he was just offered a cold drink which he could have used at the time.

Then in one motion Raven passed their hands over the bowl of fire. The bracelet caught the flame and was instantly engulfed. Beast Boy jerked his hand back in panic, but Raven held fast. The flame had no heat and only lasted a moment. When he looked at his wrist the braid of hair was gone. What remained was a bracelet, a braided chain made of a silver colored metal with a slight purple tint.

It took Beast Boy a few moments to process this. "Rae, what did we just do here, did we just get married?" He said wide eyed "Because it feels like we just got married."

"This is an Azarathan betrothal ceremony"

“So were engaged?"

"Yes, is that not acceptable?" she said quietly.

"Yes! I mean No! I mean I always thought I would ask you, and this last week I thought that you didn’t want to be with me anymore.” The words came out in a rush. Beast boy went from feeling like the weight world was across his shoulders to being in free fall.

"I am sorry Gar" She offered and took both his hands. She stood and pulled him to his feet. "It was all part of the tradition." A moment later the room was lit by dozens of candles that were scattered about. "On Azerath the woman chooses a suitor. When she does, she lets her hair grow out. If the relationship does not work, she cuts her hair short until she meets someone else.” Raven fingered the bracelet on Beast Boy’s wrist. “However, if the relationship does work when the hair is long enough the woman will cut her hair and fashion this bracelet. During which she cuts herself off from her suitor to see how he reacts. Trust me this was just as hard on me as it was on you. "

"Would it still be okay if I still got you a ring?" he said timidly.

"Of course,"

Beast boy kept looking at the chain that now wrapped his wrist. "Um Rae, there is no clasp on this."

"Of course there isn't, you are mine now." She kissed him deeply, removing whatever sense he had left.

"We’re getting married." He stated. He needed to say it, he needed to hear it, to make sure that this was real.

"Yes, but that comes later” She said walking over to the bed. She turned to face him, “there is one final part of the ritual." with one motion she undid a clasp at her throat and the white robe fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. All that she was wearing at that point was the flickering candle light.

Raven let her head ease back onto the pillow she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the rain. Trying to let the rhythm soothe her. For years she thought that she would be alone. Who would accept a demon? Who could love a monster? She truly expected to fall asleep alone with her nightmares for the rest of her life. But thanks to a scrawny, green, pointed eared, boy that couldn’t resist a pun. She was not alone. No matter what her father conjured in her dreams she would wake up next to the man she loved and the family they built.

Still in the morning, Raven was going to talk to her husband about getting a bigger bed.

This was a work created for another project that do to unforeseen circumstances did not happen. You will also find it on A03. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23019136 It was a shame cause I got to work with some really creative people.

#bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #serrj215 original

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mando-chicken · 4 years

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War Dogs | Clones and Their Cats

“Hardcase has come up with a flawless plan to get their brother a gift. Kix isn’t so certain that it’ll be a good idea. Jesse just wants to see what sort of chaos he can encourage Hardcase to create.”

A fic focusing on our boys in the 501st in the ‘Clones and Their Cats’ universe. The basis is literally just what it says on the tin - some of the clones have cats (and some other pets too) - all these fics will largely focus on the clones and their animal companions. Not all chapters/works are in chronological order, this one is set just after the Citadel.

Other works in the series:

Cat Sitter

Tiny Spots

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“I still think this is a terrible idea.” Kix was doing his best to soothe the headache that was already threatening to rear its ugly head by massaging his temples, but the very thought of what Hardcase was suggesting was utter madness and would undoubtedly end in nothing but more stress for the already overtired medic. The fact that Jesse was actually agreeing with Hardcase’s mad scheme certainly wasn’t helping either.

Hardcase simply chuckled at his brother’s plight, grinning from ear to ear like his plan couldn’t possibly backfire and get all three of them into some serious trouble. “Ah c’mon Kix, you said it yourself, the poor guy is barely eating, won’t speak to anyone, and only sleeps when he drops from exhaustion,” the heavy gunner reminded him, his smile faltering slightly for the briefest of moments, “if he won’t let any of us in to help then maybe this little fella can help where we can’t.”

“Y’know, ‘Case does have a point. It’d take his mind off what happened for a little while at the very least, and you were the one to bring up the topic.” Jesse simply placed a hand on Kix’s shoulder, offering what he hoped was a reassuring smile, before leaning back into the waiting room chair.

Kix merely subjected his brother to a harsh stare, crossing his arms with a huff, “all I said was that animals were good for lowering stress, I never said that we should up and get one on a whim.” He was glad that the vet clinic was otherwise unoccupied – they'd thankfully chosen a quiet day when there were neither clients nor vode coming and going – he only pitied the receptionist who had been subjected to almost an hour of their back and forth arguments. Before he could continue to counter his brothers’ madness, the door to the adoption section of the clinic slid open, one of the resident veterinarians stepping through accompanied by a medium sized crate.

Hardcase leapt to his feet, energy radiating off him as he beamed up at the vet, “Is it all done? Is he ours?”

Dalthic simply laughed good-naturedly at his enthusiasm, holding out the crate for him, “He’s officially been registered to you,” she confirmed as the clone gingerly took the crate from her arms, “I know you said he was a gift for one of your brothers, and he doesn’t have a name yet, so feel free to drop in again soon and I’ll update his details for you.”

Hardcase seemed just about ready to run for the door and sprint back to the barracks, but Kix managed to keep a hold of him long enough for Jesse to confirm a few last questions. “You did it discreetly, yeah?” he asked, unable to stop his brow from crinkling slightly.

The doctor nodded, her expression becoming serious, “Of course, I’m well aware of the potential risks you’ll face if the GAR find out that he belongs to you, I’ve taken care of the details so that nothing can reveal that he is registered to clones, it just shows up like any other patient file.” She waited until they all breathed a collective sigh of relief before continuing, “however, we’ve only been able to adopt out Tookas to you boys since they can easily be hidden; this guy will not be quite so easy to hide, so if you do have any dramas feel free to bring him back and I’ll see if we can arrange something else.”

Kix knew that Dalthic was a friend to clones, he’d heard plenty of stories of her helping brothers adopt pets under the table, and she’d even helped Denal to adopt Torrent, the sweet kitten in the barracks next door to theirs, but it was reassuring to have her confirm it in person. “That’s great to hear, we’ll make sure he’s taken care of, ma’am.”

Apparently, that was as much talk as Hardcase could stomach, eager to get back with the newest member of their squad as he already began walking towards the door, “thanks again, Doc!” he shouted back, his signature grin firmly back in its rightful place. She offered him a brief wave and then he was gone, already out into the bustling streets of Coruscant. Jesse tried to offer an apologetic smile on behalf of their rather excited brother, but the vet simply waved him off with a genuine smile of her own. “I’ll see you boys later,” she hummed, offering Kix and Jesse a nod in farewell.

The two brothers were quick to go after Hardcase, managing to weave their way through the lunchtime crowds with little difficulty. They caught up with him soon enough, and from there it was only a short walk back to base. With it being noon, most of their brothers were already in the mess, so there wasn’t anyone to stop them or to question the strange crate one of them was carrying through the barracks and soon enough they reached their destination.

It had been almost two weeks since the Citadel and Fives was not doing well. He had survived and managed to escape, yet it felt as though his very heart and soul had been abandoned on the platform alongside his missing batcher.

He hadn’t cried. There’d been no time for him to actually let down his guard enough to process what had happened until they had been safely whisked from the planet’s surface, and then he’d been swarmed by brothers trying to offer their support. They wanted to do right by him, to keep him surrounded by caring people at all times, yet he’d never found himself feeling lonelier. In truth he wasn’t sure he even wanted to stop feeling lonely.

The numbness was better than the agony that twisted through his chest every time he so much as glanced at Echo’s empty bunk. It was better than having his emotions raw and spilling over the threshold where the Captain and the rest of his vode could see it. It was better than accepting that his brother was no longer by his side where he’d promised to always be.

He was tempted to ignore the knocking someone was doing on the outside of the barracks. All of the other brothers were either training or in the mess hall, so whoever was knocking was obviously looking for him. Knowing that they’d likely just try and track him down later, Fives shouted for whoever was seeking access to enter, not bothering to glance up from the datapad he was looking over – and by looking over he meant staring mindlessly at the display while he allowed his thoughts to run rampant – he was, however, snapped from his trance when he heard something heavy being placed on the floor.

Rolling over onto his side, Fives regarded the three brothers who’d entered the barracks, taking note of their rather sheepish expressions. Hardcase was clearly anxious or excited about something, Jesse kept glancing between the aforementioned brother and Fives, and Kix looked as though he was half a second away from snapping at the other two troopers, or perhaps slapping them both upside the head.

“Well, are you going to tell him or not?” Kix crossed his arms over his chest, assuming his ‘irritated medic’ stance, which was usually enough to send most men running for the hills, “you geniuses came up with it, I’m not going to be dragged into it with you.”

Fives simply rose a questioning eyebrow while Jesse spluttered out an indignant sound, “Excuse me? This was Hardcase’s idea, I just encouraged him.”

Kix looked just about ready to argue the statement, but Fives was able to stop him from going any further by raising a hand. He’d already pulled himself up into a sitting position, allowing his legs to dangle freely from the edge of his bed as he frowned up at the three brothers gathered before him, “what do you guys need to tell me?” Hardcase was grinning and Fives was briefly worried by what sort of mania his brother had in store.

“Well, I saw something the other day and we-” Kix shot Hardcase a foul look, “I, thought you’d like to have it.” he finished, fingers itching to get on with it. When Fives didn’t say anything further, he continued, “but you need to, uh, close your eyes.”

Fives’ frown only deepened, he really wasn’t in the mood for any surprises – he was tired and just wanted to be left to himself – but he knew better than to try and argue with a brother as stubborn as Hardcase once he’d set his mind on something, and closed his eyes, albeit with a slightly defeated sigh. He heard the sound of the crate being opened, followed by something scrabbling against the smooth floor for purchase.

“Okay, okay, hold out your hands,” he could hear the energy in the other clone’s voice, followed slightly by a poorly concealed chuckle, probably from Jesse.

He held out his hands as instructed, suddenly wishing he’d been wearing his gloves, just in case. But to his surprise, what his hands met was warm and soft, and Fives suddenly jerked, eyes snapping open when he felt the thing move. “What the kriff–” looking up at him, whole body squirming with uncontained energy and excitement, was a small Ring Dog, and not just any dog, but a puppy. It was wriggling about, its rear end swaying from side to side from where Fives held it, dangling in mid-air as its tail wagged at about a mile a minute.

“Hardcase, where the hell did you find a puppy?” the ARC trooper near enough choked out, still reeling at the thought that his brothers had somehow not only managed to find a dog, but somehow also sneak it into the barracks. At his words the puppy made a soft bark, only growing more excited when Fives looked away from the other trooper and back at it again.

Hardcase himself looked to be absolutely beaming yet again, pleased that Fives had asked, “well, you see, I was out with Jesse and Kix the other day at Seventy Nine’s and we overheard one of the Guards talking about his pet Tooka, and that reminded me of Denal and how he has Torrent, and how happy she makes him, and then Kix mentioned something about pets helping to lower blood pressure, and then—”

“We adopted him from the vet clinic a little ways down from the Guard base.” Jesse suddenly said, cutting off whatever lengthy rambling Hardcase was about to spiral into, much to the aforementioned clone’s disappointment if his expression was any indicator. Fortunately, Jesse didn’t seem to be too worried by the glare being pointedly levelled at him.

“Yeah!” Hardcase quickly continued, “we thought that maybe ya could do with some company.” The longer Fives actually stared at Hardcase, the more he could see that, while excited, the trooper was rather nervous, his fingers twitching restlessly at his sides. Clearly, he was worried about what Fives would think of their ‘gift’, but before he could speak up Jesse once again chimed in.

“But hey, we’ve already disturbed you enough, we’ll just leave you to it.” Neither Kix nor Hardcase were able to argue, for Jesse grabbed both of their arms and began hastily dragging them out of the room.

Fives blanched for a moment, looking between his retreating brothers and the puppy still swaying in his hold, “wait, ‘Case, Jesse, what am I supposed to do with this thi—” he was cut off by the door to his quarters being abruptly closed as the other three clones made their escape. Still slightly stunned, it took him a moment to finally come back to his senses, gently placing the puppy down on the floor. Immediately it began to sniff at his feet and legs, occasionally making a pleased huffing noise, before looking back up at the ARC trooper with its big brown eyes.

The puppy just about reached Fives’ knees when stood, covered in a thin, oak-coloured fur, with several rings of chocolate brown wrapping around its legs and tail. A small blue collar hung around its neck, and Fives was quick to reach out and inspect it, turning it around in his hands to try and find if it had a name on its tag.

Finding no tag he was forced to assume that the dog had yet to be given a name. He recalled that Jesse and Hardcase had called it a ‘he’, and with a quick glance underneath the happy pup, he could confirm that it was indeed a male. He still had no idea if he’d be keeping the animal – clones weren’t exactly the sort of people who could keep pets – but he couldn’t just leave the poor thing nameless, regardless of whether he would be keeping it or not. He would have to speak to Echo, he had always been better at picking names than—

His face fell as a quiet voice inside reminded him that no, he wouldn’t be receiving any help from Echo. Not now, and not ever again.

With a sigh Fives dropped back onto his bunk, staring up at the bunk above as his thoughts quickly began to sink their talons into his mind, dragging him down into the deep abyss. He had no one to help him, Echo wasn’t there to grab his hand and pull him from drowning in the pitch-black waters of his inner thoughts. But someone else was.

Fives was jerked from his trance-like state by a cold nose nudging at his hand, followed briefly by several slobbery licks to his fingers when he still didn’t respond. He looked down to the puppy, meeting its eyes and watching as its expression exploded into joy the moment he did so, tail already back to wagging at its ridiculous speed.

“What can I do for you, dog?” he asked quietly, moving to run his fingers over the puppy’s head. The dog simply offered him a bark, attempting to lick his hand the moment he stopped his petting motions. “Why don’t you come up here?” Fives asked, patting at the top of the mattress to try and encourage it to join him. The moment he stopped the Ring Dog did just as he was asked, springing from the floor and landing on the bunk beside the clone, already shoving his head under Fives’ arms and trying to reach the ARC’s face to give him a good licking.

Fives wasn’t able to stop the laugh that suddenly escaped him, trying in vain to try and swat away the determined pup and save his face from slobber. A single lick to his chin was the closest the dog got, but he seemed to be satisfied with his efforts, plopping down on Fives’ chest and huffing in his face. “Stars, your breath stinks, dog,” he groaned, scrunching up his nose and trying to turn away. The dog merely wagged his tail again.

“You think that’s funny?” The dog simply wagged his tail faster. He had only a moment to brace himself before the puppy launched at him again, this time trying to lick at Fives’ ears. And for a long, blissful moment, the mourning ARC trooper is rendered a laughing, happy child.

The next morning, Rex is more than relieved to see Fives wandering around the base. He’s still not interacting with his brothers as much as usual, still a little withdrawn from his surrounds, but he’s not completely closed himself off, and for that, the Captain is willing to overlook the small puppy following around at Fives’ heels. If continuing to pretend he is completely oblivious to the animals ‘stealthily’ being acquired by members of the 501st means that his men have the chance to actually heal and have some sort of joy in their depressing lives, then it’s something he would happily do a thousand times over.

#writing #star wars #the clone wars #fanfic #clone trooper kix #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #clones and their cats #pets #dogs #puppies

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Forgotten

Summary: When a new Huntress joins the team, Sam and Dean forget about you

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Alex, Claire Novak, OMC Cathie

Warnings: language, angst, blood, violence, wounds, heartbreak, sad reader, a hint of fluff, characters death (implied)

How did you end up hurt and broken? Stumbling along a dirty street as your hunting partners and friends left you behind?

Eight years you were their partner, friend, shoulder to lean on until she came along. She was cute, and new…she wanted to be trained and both men were more than happy to help her.

At the beginning you liked her. You supported and helped her. Boy, you were so stupid!

Months later you got left behind by your best friends as she was more important. She had a tiny little scratch from the Rougaru. You, on the other hand, have a dislocated shoulder and a stab wound…from her, not the monster.

She was so careless waving her knife so she stabbed you instead of the enemy. And what did Sam and Dean do? Leaving you behind. Telling you are more experienced. She needs the whole backseat as she has a wound…What the fuck?

“We will pick you up later,” Dean said…that was three hours ago…they didn’t come back…

Finally seeing a car, driven by an older lady you started crying. The old lady helped you get to a hospital. Shoulder relocated and wounds stitched up you called a cab to get back to the motel.

Eyes widen you see Dean and Sam joking around with her! They never even tried to pick you up. Seeing you she starts grinning.

When Sam looks into your direction his heart drops…they forgot about you…again. Holding your still hurting shoulder you go to your room. Your clothes are bloodstained, dirty and ripped open as the Rougaru had a friend which came back after you were left behind.

That’s the reason your shoulder was dislocated. You didn’t even realize your back was scratched open too. The doctor had to stitch you up with 25 stitches…

“Y/N?” Sam tries.

“Y/N?” Dean calls after you but you just open your door and slam it shut behind you.

After locking the door you strip your clothes off. You will have a shower, some sleep and then you will short-circuit a car to get back to the bunker to leave.

The hot water burns when it hits your fresh stitched wounds but you need to wash the day of your body. After leaving the shower you grab a towel and wrap it around your body. Grabbing you stuff from the bathroom you walk back into your room only to see the Winchesters sitting on your bed.

“We are sorry. We had to stitch Cathie up.” Sam tries.

“Oh, the tiny scratch needed stitches? Do you want to see a wound?” Dropping the towel you show them your back. It’s black and blue. A large cut goes from your shoulder to your spine. Turning around you show them your stab wound.

“Nice? The stab wound is from your perfect new best friend. The beautiful wound at my back from the first Rougaru as I tried to save your life Dean…oh and the dislocated shoulder and my two broken rips are from the second Rougaru.”

“Second?”

“Oh, yeah. After you left behind once again as Ms. Wonderful had a tiny scratch the partner of the killed Rougaru came along and he was really pissed. I barely made it out of the woods alive. But good thing you took care of the tiny little scratch.” You snarl.

Covering your body with the towel you start packing your things. Not looking at the brothers you ignore their boring looks.

“Listen we….are sorry.” Sam tries.

“What for? Leaving me behind, after all, we’ve been through together? What for? A cute ass? Is she blowing you off? Is it that? Should I have admitted my feelings for you two? Maybe then you wouldn’t toss eight years away by letting me get killed.”

“We will be more attentively,” Dean says.

“No need for that I’ll leave and you can continue hunting with her. But I would be careful. She likes to stab her partners or maybe just me to finally get rid of me. You can congratulate her. She was right. She told me that you two would forget about me…that she will win. Tell her she finally won. I’m tired of trying to make you two see me again. You are not worth it.”

“You mean you leave the motel?” Sam asks.

“No, Sam. I’m leaving the bunker. I’m leaving you two and she can be happy.”

“You can’t just leave! You are our friend!” Dean protests.

“Was…”

“What?”

“I was your and Sam’s friend. The day she walked into your life she made us drift apart. No matter how hard I tried to make you two see what she’s up to…forget it. I wish you luck with her. She’s the worst hunter I ever met but you two can save her anytime so…whatever.”

“Please. We can try to,” Sam pleas.

“No, Sam. She almost killed me tonight and you two didn’t even care! You left me behind! ME! The one friend left! I will leave and don’t come back.”

“Please we can…Y/N. Stay.”

“What for? To be forgotten again when she starts giggling like a stupid child? I won’t play this game any longer. She grinned at me when she stabbed me and she grinned when I came back, bloodstained and broken.”

“That can be true,” Dean says and you shake your head.

“See. You don’t want to see it. It’s fine, you just lost your best friend but who cares. Right? You have Ms. Wonderful. Now leave my room so I can get dressed and get away from you and Sam and even more important…her.”

When both men leave your room without a fight your heart breaks. You mean nothing to them any longer. Maybe you never meant anything to them?

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You push the car to the limit. The need to grab your stuff and leave is unbearable. You don’t want to see them ever again. How could they throw you away?

The bunker is dark and silent when you enter it. At least you say goodbye to your home without her seeing your defeat…

You called Jody on your way and ask her for shelter. She hates her too, just like the girls. Even Crowley doesn’t like her…

Your things are packed and you leave your room…your home. You tossed the pictures of you and the Winchesters away. You don’t need a reminder of what you lost because of her.

Silently walking through the bunker you burn the memory into your mind. You will never be able to come back here. Before you can end your ‘memory lane’ you get a message…from her…that bitch wrote she won and other hurtful things.

A sly grin on your face you send her message to all hunters, friends, and allies, including Sam and Dean. Tossing your phone onto the library table you step out of the bunker…

Fuck them…

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“How could they believe her and not you?” Claire yells and curses.

“I got no clue. She managed to kick me out…not just out of the bunker. They didn’t fight to make me stay.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I knew something’s off with that slut!” Donna grunts.

“We should strike back,” Alex suggests.

“What for? She’s their best friend now. I’m long forgotten. I bet they are celebrating now.”

“That’s awful…after all you’ve done for both of them!” Jody sighs.

“Let’s have a drink or five!” Donna says grinning.

“Yeah. Maybe tomorrow. I can’t drink. I’m on painkiller.”

“Shall I check your wounds?” Alex asks worriedly.

“No, thanks. The doctor did a great job. Maybe tomorrow.”

----

“She sent the message to everyone we know!” Cathie yells.

“Yeah. As you send her this. You really said you would win? Would make us leave her behind? Even that we would let her get killed!” Sam yells back.

“It’s true. You would let her die to save me. I’m lovable. She ain’t worth to be saved.” Cathie snickers.

And both men nod...

-----

“I better hit the hay, my shoulder still hurts and the painkiller will knock me out.”

“Y/N, we all are so sorry. We can’t understand why they did this to you,” Claire sniffs.

“Thank you, all of you. I didn’t know where to go,” you sob.

“You are more than welcome, Y/N, rest a bit and tomorrow we will talk some more,” Jody says.

When you out of the room the women look at each other. “We won’t let her get away with that – right?” Donna says.

“No, we will strike back. No one treats our sister like that. That bitch will pay for what she did,” Claire snickers.

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You don’t really sleep you only feel something lulling you into a warm cloud of comfort. No, it’s not a cloud…that’s an arm or rather two. That’s not possible…since when do you have four arms?

Flinching you move your hurt shoulder to fast and groan in pain.

“Are you hurt? Do you need a painkiller? Shall we ask Alex for help?” Sam asks panicked.

“Get out of my room!!” You yell.

“Please. We know what she did…we are so sorry. The reason we gave her more attention was…she told us she’s our half-sister. She showed us pictures of John and her mom and her birth certificate.” Dean pleas.

“And you believed her? You know anyone can fake documents. We use this every time on a case! You left me alone, hurt and you didn’t come back. I waited for three hours…three fucking hours in pain. Bleeding. At some point, I gave up hope and started walking. I needed two hours until I finally found a driver helping me. Without Gladys, I would be dead by now!”

“We are so sorry. Family…you know the family is important for us,” Sam tries.

“I know. I always thought family doesn’t end with blood, like Bobby. But I was wrong. I never was part of your family. Now get out of Jody’s house and be happy with that slut!”

“Castiel, he found out when he came back from his mission. He smashed us against the wall for letting you go. Please come back.”

“No. You can look for a new best friend. Our friendship died there in the woods…where you left me behind.” You say bitterly.

“Please. We are so sorry.” Dean tries.

“How long? Until someone else is more important again? I can’t trust you anymore. Not as a friend or a hunting partner! Number one rule is we never leave a hunting partner behind! Never!”

“Please come home! We drove to the bunker as fast as possible. When we arrived we found it empty…you were gone and then we looked at your phone and found the messages…all of them. Everything she ever wrote to you.”

“This doesn’t change anything. Go and never come back. I don’t need you. I have real friends. Jody, Donna, Claire, Alex…Garth, and Bess. No one ever let me so down like you two. I’m done.”

“Please. Y/N we are so sorry. She fooled us.”

“Yeah, but only you. Hell, even Crowley didn’t like her goddammit!”

“Crowley? Huh?” Sam asks.

“Doesn’t matter anymore. I loved both of you and you two just…”

“You love us?” Sam asks.

“Can you go now? I’m tired, everything hurts and I’m not in the mood to talk to you.” You whisper.

“Do you love us in a romantically way?” Dean wants to know.

“Go now, please.”

“Let us bring you home and take care of you.”

“Why don’t you take care of Cathie instead?”

“Castiel killed her,” Sam says.

“Killed her?”

“She was a siren. That’s the reason my arm is cut too. Castiel saw her true form and freed us from her grip. Please, Baby. We had no control. Cathie told us she’s our sister. It’s just you were always like a sister to us but lately, we didn’t see you as a sister any longer.” Dean says.

“I know…that’s the reason you let me go.”

“No��we didn’t you as a sister as we see you more as a …well love interest. We were fighting the feeling and she replaced you as a sister.”

“I…”

“Please come back, Dean and I need you. We would never have done this to you. We are so sorry. Ask Cas he’s downstairs. He’s the reason Jody let us in. Please.”

“I believe you, Sam.”

“Will you come home and let us take care of you?” Dean asks.

“I’ll think about it but now I’m tired and my body hurts.”

“Wait, I’ll get Cas and he can heal you!”

Running out of the room Dean yells for Castiel. Shaking your head you look at Sam.

“He almost went insane when the manipulation of the siren stopped. Dean smashed his whole room. He felt so guilty, just like me. We love you and we would never let anyone hurt you.”

-----

“Feeling better?”

“Thank you, Castiel. I feel much better.”

“They are telling the truth. I came back and found your room empty. Shortly after Dean and Sam came back and I asked them where you are. I smashed them into the wall and then I saw her…I saw her real appearance and cut Dean’s arm to kill her.” Castiel explains.

“You smashed them into the wall?”

“They let you go! You are our friend!” Castiel says seriously.

“You’re the best Cas.”

A shy smile on his face Castiel excuses himself and disappears.

“Cas kicked your asses and I missed it…Dammit!”

“You are a bad friend!” Dean teases.

“Says the man leaving me alone in the woods,” you talk back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t know how sorry I’m. I will try to make it up to you, just like Sam.”

“Good. You will buy me new clothes and do my laundry for at least two months!”

“Including your underwear?” Dean groans.

“Why?”

“Well…uh…”

“You are a pervert, Winchester! Maybe you should go for the real experience instead?”

“Why him and not me?” Sam mutters.

“Didn’t say he’s the only one. Now let me sleep I’m tired.”

“Can we stay in your room? Jody and the girls along with Donna are scary when they are mad.” Dean mutters.

“Fine. But don’t get grabby! I want at least a proper date!”

“You could lie on my chest,” Sam rasps.

“No, no…on mine.” Dean grunts.

Getting out of the bed the boys start playing rock, paper, scissors and you start laughing.

For the first time since she came into your life, you see your boys again…

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Just For The Night

Summary: Each of the Titans deal with the aftermath of what happened in the asylum.

A/N: Here’s one of the fics I was working on awhile ago and I finally finished it. Hope y’all like it! (:

Once they all enter the safe house, each of them scatter to a different room with only one goal in mind; self preservation.

Rachel had wondered into the kitchen with her birth mother silently following behind her. Her mind had been running wild and she knows if she looked to the pristine glass stove top of the oven, the reflection staring back at her would tell her how this was all her fault. That she was the sole reason that these people that she’s grown to care about, are distraught facing things that they didn’t want to or weren’t ready to. She feels guilty that she’d been the one to cause their agony.

Gar had run to a random guest bedroom downstairs, his breathing hard and ragged. He hadn’t said one word since they’d went to look for Kory and taking the tube out of her throat. His heart had been beating fast and the dull thumping sound had nearly made him put his hands over his ears. He was spiraling and it had been awhile since he’d felt anything that came close to what happened two years ago in the Congo. While in that cage he was helpless and he felt hopeless, those feelings had brought him right back to when he was laying down on a cot, suffering immeasurable pain but this time he didn't have anyone come and save him. When he saw that doctor or whatever they were go after Rachel, something in him completely snapped and the only color he could see was red. It felt like thousands bolts of electricity coursing through his veins at light speed and the only goal he had was to stop them.

Gar runs to the bathroom that’s connected to the room, and turns the sink on, pushing the knob to the left. He splashes it onto his face not even flinching at its high temperature, desperately rubbing at the dried blood over his face. Gar rips open a small box and runs the soap bar over the stream of water before rubbing it between his hands. He could feel himself losing control with how hard he’s scrubbing his face but he needs to get rid of the evidence. He doesn’t want to see it, it’s making him angry again. Especially because tonight, something had been viciously taken away from him without his permission.

Once he’s cleaned, he trudges over to the bed to lay down and he just stays there looking up at the ceiling not able to relax enough to fall asleep. Not even his video games can help him right now.

Dick is in another bedroom, this one was upstairs. He hadn’t paid any attention where he was going, only focused on achieving solace as he climbed two flights of stairs and turning a couple of corners before practically running through the entryway and slamming the door closed.

He ripped his jacket off and sprinted into the connected bathroom. He held himself over the toilet, vomiting his stomach’s contents. He had done a great job of holding it in and controlling his emotions on the drive over here, fortunately. He preferred to be alone any time he was going through things. It made it easier to deal with his shit to be honest. At least that’s what he thought for the past year and a half.

At this point he’s dry heaving and he can’t stop. He keeps thinking of the fact that his younger self had beat him senseless and was blaming him for why he’s like this. For as long as he could remember he blamed Bruce for everything. For making him into a weapon, for him being paranoid of everyone who had come into his life and truthfully for everything bad in his life. However, now this drug induced dream had him thinking that it was actually him who had inflicted these internal wounds.

After he’s done throwing up, Dick takes off his clothes and drags himself into the shower. He turns the water on all the way to hot and just lays there as it hits his cold and clammy skin.

Kory had made her way into a bedroom that connected to a balcony that overlooked the Chicago skyline. She paced the length of the room, fiddling with the gold ring on her index finger and occasionally running them over the glistening emerald jewels on her necklace.

She felt a haunting feeling while laying on that cold slab of metal and as these people cut into her. It was a sick experiment to them and the fact that they could just play with her life like that had memories rushing in that she couldn’t comprehend. But she knew the feeling and she absolutely fucking despised it.

Kory couldn’t take it being in the room anymore, the walls made her claustrophobic and she needed complete space. Within seconds, she threw her fur coat off her shoulders and opened the sliding door. As she stepped onto the balcony, the cold air bit at her warm skin and she welcomed it. The change in temperature made her feel alive again and the smile that had gotten Dick to blush or Gar and Rachel to light up as well made its triumphant comeback.

She leans over the railing, chuckling at the thought that something as simple as being outside again made her happy and somewhat forget what she endured. Even if it was just for a few minutes.

Kory’s hand lightly skims on the exposed skin of her stomach and she can still feel the laser slicing through her. She reels back as her fingers trace the left over scar, it still hurt.

She decides to just yell out and maybe it was because she was outside but she knows that it’s because no one else can see her really let go. Kory does it again, inhaling and exhaling a few times before letting out another scream into the night.

It felt amazing for the time being to be in the moment and feel free. After a few minutes of studying the skyscrapers in front her, she walks back into the room and closes the sliding door behind her.

She decides that a warm shower is in order after tonight’s events. She needed this time to come down and gather her thoughts because she was on the verge of freaking out. Kori had no idea as to who she was and the fact that she felt a connection to what she went through in the Asylum was making her sick. The first thing that she somewhat remembers and it’s torture.

Just fucking perfect.

Kory feels a little bit better after the shower and as she pulls on the light grey bath robe she’d found in the closet in the room, she snuggles further into the soft fabric. She’s about to lay down onto the bed when a light knock prevents her from doing so. She huffs, a little annoyed that she’d finally felt comfortable but now she had to be present when she just wanted to be invisible.

When Kory opens the door, she’s met with Dick standing there with his head hung low but he does choose to look up after a few drawn out seconds, “Can I come in?” He asks.

Kory’s lips lift into half smile and opens the door wider for him to come through. When she closes it behind her, she leans onto the cold surface watching Dick pace for a minute before he settles down onto the edge of the mattress.

“You okay?” He finally speaks, his warm brown eyes look into hers.

She wants to say yes because she doesn’t want to unload onto him. It’s not because he can’t handle it but it’s because she hasn’t even come to terms of what her feelings are yet so she’d prefer to keep things close.

But it couldn’t hurt to be honest, right?

Still with that dazzling smile of her’s Kory tells him, “No I’m not okay.” Her mesmerizing green eyes, lightly water but almost instantly they dry up and she’s thankful for that. She doesn’t want to get into what she feels, she just wants to forget for the moment.

“What about you, you good?” Kory tilts her chin up, eyeing Dick.

His shoulders slump, “Fuck no.” And hearing the same words she uttered back at the Asylum when they had rescued her made her smile again for a quick second.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kory offers because maybe they both could find some sort of comfort in each other after the clusterfuck they just experienced.

Dick lightly shakes his head, “Not right now.”  

And Kory nods in agreement because honestly she doesn’t want get into what happened back there since she hasn’t fully processed it yet.

They both stay in their positions, her leaning against the door and him sitting on the edge of the bed for what feels like for hours but it’s only been a couple of minutes. She opens her mouth to say something to Dick but he beats her to it.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” His eyes staring straight into her soul had her insides bubbling and shaking.

And inside Dick was impressed but also confused by him doing this. He had never met anyone like Kory before and he couldn't help but be this person around her. Kory was a bright light in his life that he knew that even if he really tried, he couldn't dim. So even though they had all gone through a fucked up, traumatic experience he was going to try to at least pick out the good things and Kory had unanimously been at the top of that list.

Kory was quick to say yes to Dick because she didn't want to be alone after a night like she had. She couldn’t help but want him here with her and that fact had her crawling onto Dick’s lap.

Tonight they’d both let go of the demons of their pasts that came crashing down onto them and enjoy the light that they created between them. Even if it was just for the night.

#dickkory #titans #koriand'r #dick grayson #gar logan #rachel roth

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voidendron · 5 years

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The Outside: Chapter 59

Series Ask Blog: @asktheoutside

(( Sorry for delay! There may be one in the next chapter, as well. My current laptop is nearly to the point it’s unusable, so I’m looking into getting a new one that can handle my programs better and actually run at a functional speed. :/ ))

Chapter Warnings: Food, Starving Animal (Dog) Characters: Jacques Septique, Silver Shepherd, Roxanne POV: Jacques Septique

April 2, 2031, 12:11 PM Los Angeles, California

“Jacques. You need to eat somethin’.”

The artist could only offer a glare over his cellphone. Though he couldn’t help but grimace when his stomach rumbled and he relented; phone placed on the table so he could reach for his untouched sandwich. At least the little coffee shop they’d found was quiet.

The other two were eating quietly across from him. He hadn’t wanted to come. He’d also needed better Internet than what the motel offered.

A huff and Jacques leaned his chin in his hand as he chewed. His eyes were scanning the sketchbook in front of him. It was turned to Michael’s page. They hadn’t figured much else out about the Figments in his sketchbook. They knew Angus, Natemare, and Jane now. But what about the other two? Beau and Michael Garring? They had no idea who either of them were. The most they had to work with was that Beau was an android, and Michael was a security guard. Had he been created as one, though? To hell if they knew.

“Hey.” Jacques glanced up to Silver’s voice. “Ben’s lookin’ into it. We’ll figure it out.”

There were so many possibilities as to who those two could be. Even with Bing (and the Googles? Maybe? Jacques hadn’t heard anything about them in a while) doing the searching it could end up taking a good, long while before they found any identities. Not knowing for certain who they were was maddening!

Setting his food back down on the plate, Jacques picked at the crust. Was anyone doing anything about the other three they did know about? Or were they just… “Are we just waiting for something to happen?” he asked.

All Silver offered was a shrug. The artist grit his teeth in irritation. They couldn’t just… A huff. They couldn’t just wait around for something to happen!

“I—”

Silver put up his hand in a “one moment” sort of gesture, and Jacques could only click his mouth shut. It’s not like he had any ideas. But did Silver? Probably not, he thought while suppressing a roll of the eyes.

“We dunno anything about these people,” the hero said with another little shrug. “We dunno if they’re threats, and how big of ones they are if that’s the case. We don’t know anything about them. We decide to confront ‘em blind, they could kill us.”

At that, Jacques flinched. Roxanne reached across the table, as if to put a hand on his arm, but thought better of it and pulled it back into her lap.

Silver offered a reassuring smile. How could either of them still be so kind to Jacques when he was such an asshole to them?

“We know where Angus and Michael work, now. That’ll at least make it a little easier to avoid them.” He brought his hands up to wrap around his coffee cup. The barista had spelled his name wrong. “Sheppard,” it read. That was kind of funny, at least. She’d spelled “Jacques” correctly, but not “Shepherd.”

Another bite. This time Jacques had to force himself to swallow as anxiety made his stomach churn.

“It is not safe for us to even be out of our room anymore!”

Roxanne shook her head. “We can’t be forced to live in fear. If we did, we wouldn’t be out here right now.”

…She was right. The Outside was a scary thing to them. Something unknown. Something new. Something different. Had they all been scared to come out here, he wondered. Yet, they still did. Every one of them. They would rather meet something unknown than watch themselves fade. Even if that “unknown” was causing more and more problems for them. Silver had said that just a few days ago, Oliver was hit by a car and had to kill the driver. Androids “didn’t exist” after all, and. Well. With Oliver bleeding oil and his leg apparently broken off? That definitely wasn’t human. Something was wrong with the Host, though Jacques hadn’t caught exactly what was wrong. A little over a week ago, Marvin had severely injured himself. They’d risked him dying in the hospital, which would have revealed his aura to the nurses and doctors tending to him, in the hopes they could save him.

Had he died on the operating table, Marvin could have given them all away. No, not could have. Would have. Had any of them even thought of that?

Jacques swallowed as his stomach twisted.

Humans wouldn’t take kindly to the Egos’ presence, would they? What happened if they found out that these…these extremely powerful, non-human beings existed among them while successfully passing as human? That these beings who could in theory kill them in an instant were able to hide in plain sight? Would even the former fans accept them when they knew how dangerous some of them could be?

That was a frightening thought.

“Jacques?” Silver and Roxanne were standing; discarding of their cups and wrappers in a nearby trashcan. “We’re leaving.”

Stumbling to his feet, Jacques wrapped what remained of his sandwich. He held the food in his free hand after tucking his phone in his back pocket; the other arm occupied with keeping his sketchbook tucked under his arm.

For a day in Los Angeles, the streets were oddly quiet. It was hot out. Unbearably so. Apparently that was unusual for April in the area? That would explain it. The sun beat down on their backs and made the sidewalks hot; it could easily become miserable if they stayed out too long. All three of them were in tank tops and either capris or shorts.

Jacques squinted against the sun. Sunglasses would sure be nice…

Silver and Roxanne were chatting a few steps ahead of the artist. Fingers laced together. Roxanne’s long hair pulled into a ponytail, and Silver’s in a messy bun. The artist ran a hand through his own hair; short, tight coils catching his fingers.

One of these days, they just needed to part ways. Jacques didn’t like them. Why? He scoffed to himself. Who did he like anymore? Bitterness was a lonely thing.

Dark eyes raised to the sound of a small “whoof.”

A dog was trotting from person-to-person. It’s ears pulled forward and tail wagging slowly as it looked up with begging eyes. When it was ignored, it moved on to the next. Its ribs were showing, and a grungy collar hung loosely from its neck.

Roxanne knelt and clicked her tongue. The dog abandoned the man it had been begging from so it could trot toward her. Its tail was wagging faster now, and it nudged its head into her hand.

“Jacques? Do you still have your sandwich?”

A little nod, and Jacques started unwrapping the food. He tore a piece off; tossed it to the starving dog. The chunk was gone in seconds. How long had it been since it had eaten? He tensed when the canine abandoned Roxanne and sat at his feet instead. Its head tilted; eyes flitting between Jacques, and the food in his hand. Another chunk torn off, then gone in a moment. Poor thing was just swallowing the food whole!

People were giving them looks, but Jacques just glared back. The dog needed to eat!

Roxanne was undoing her hoodie from her waist. She looped one of the sleeves around the dog’s collar and tied it. “Let’s get her some water and out of the sun,” she said as she rubbed the dog between its floppy ears. “She’s got a collar, so we’ll clean off the tag and have Bing figure out who she belongs to.”

Owners? But she was so underweight! Jacques had to wonder if she’d been thrown out, or had simply run away and gotten lost. It was a big city, after all. It was just a wonder she hadn’t been picked up by animal control yet with how people-friendly she seemed to be.

When they reached the motel, the dog was panting and her head hanging low. It was too hot for her to be running around without water. With her collar removed and having lapped up the water offered to her fast enough the other three were worried she’d make herself sick, the dog draped herself over the foot of Jacques’s bed and promptly fell asleep. They’d cleaned the tag off, and now Silver was on the phone with Bing so he could relay the information on them to the android. It was a fifteen minute call. If that. One tag had been broken off. The name tag, thankfully. That left the one with a phone number and vaccine information still intact so Bing had something to work with.

“Well,” the hero started, “it sounds like her owner passed away a few weeks ago. She was elderly, I guess.” Silver leaned toward the dog to rub the top of her head. “Neighbors called police for a wellness check on the owner when they hadn’t seen her for a few days. Police startled the dog when they tried gettin’ her, and she bolted out the door. She’s a purebred Doberman Pinscher and has no where to go with her owner gone, so she’d just be taken to a pound or shelter if she was turned in. Bing couldn’t find what the dog’s name is.”

“No one’s gonna want an adult Dobie,” Roxanne murmured with a shake of the head. “She’d be stuck there for the rest of her life, or until her time there ran out and…” She didn’t continue.

Running a hand over the dog’s bony back, Jacques furrowed his brows. They couldn’t turn her in!

“…Can we keep her?”

Jacques decided to call her Muse.

#fanfic #jacksepticeye #writersofjack #markiplier #writersofmark #jacques septique #silver shepherd #roxanne #blitz indites #the outside #au #chapter 59 #precious pets #muse the dobie #food /#starvation /

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sharedshield · 5 years

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And here we go again!! Another cross on my @badthingshappenbingo!!

I’ve gotten some prompts and I’ll definitely get to them, I just started this thing like ages ago, it took me so long to write and it’s became quite the monstrosity and I really just want it to get it out here.. Feel free to request anything from those lovely prompts!

Fandom: Timeless

Pairing: Garcy

Prompt: Pneumonia

„What the hell is taking so long?!”, Wyatt kicked against the metal staircase leading up to the Lifeboat’s entrance.

Emma had jumped again, this time into 1919, and Lucy suspected she planned to meddle with the Treaty of Versailles. Agent Christopher had ordered Wyatt, Rufus, Lucy and Flynn to go. Two soldiers because Paris would be crawling with police and nobody felt comfortable sending Jiya away after she’d just spent three years in the 19th century.

The only one they were waiting for was Flynn.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon”, Lucy tried to calm him. It wasn’t like Flynn to be late, in fact he usually was the one waiting for them. “I’ll go get him.”

Wyatt grunted and Jiya shot Lucy a meaningful look, but she ignored both of them. Worry had been gnawing on her insides since the night before, when she had gone to his room seeking solace for her troubled thoughts. He hadn’t answered his door, and at first, she had thought he was messing with her, but upon letting herself into the room she had found him already asleep.

While unusual, Lucy had written it off to exhaustion. After saving Rufus, Emma and Jessica had sent them on a hunt across centuries and continents, barely granting them any time to breathe. Lucy herself was bone tired, but Flynn (and also Wyatt for that matter) took on most of the physical work, so he was probably trying to get every second of sleep he was granted.

Lucy had been able to quiet her worries then and had managed to get a full night of rest herself, but they had come back in the morning when the rest of the bunker had breakfast together and Flynn remained to be seen, despite being an extraordinary early bird. It needed until lunch for him to make an appearance, but even then, he was taciturn and grumpy.

“There you are!”

She met him only one step out of the kitchen area.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry, needed to get some spare ammo”, he pulled on his jacket, the modern one, they’d steal some time appropriate wardrobe once they arrived in 1919, and passed her without so much as a look.

“Finally”, Wyatt groaned when they got the Lifeboat.

“We’re on a schedule here, Flynn.” Agent Christopher gave him a stern look, but just like Lucy she got ignored. He passed her with long strides and vanished into the Lifeboat after Wyatt.

“Is, uh, is he alright?”, Rufus asked, “’Cause I know what his good days look like and I really don’t want to be in Paris in 1919 when he has a bad day.”

“He’ll be okay”, Lucy gave Rufus an encouraging smile and followed him to the staircase, “Or at least I hope so.”

Traveling with the Lifeboat was always ruff on Flynn. Apparently, the Mothership was a much more comfortable way to get through time, something like the cruise liner of time machines.

Usually, he needed somewhere from five to ten minutes to get his bearings after the landing, sometimes it was worse, depending on how long and what he ate before the jump, you know the drill.

Lucy was glad for some extra time to take a breath before actually starting the mission, and she knew Wyatt was too, although he’d never say so in front of Flynn. The only one who seemed comfortable with this sort of transportation was Rufus.

This time however, it was worse. Rufus and Lucy had managed to get them clothes and Wyatt had secured the area at the outskirts of Paris and Flynn had yet to emerge from the bushes he vanished into after the landing.

“Flynn? Are you okay?”, Lucy tentatively took a few steps closer and was greeted by the sound of dry heaving, accompanied by heavy, rattling coughs.

She wasn’t a big fan of seeing puke or any bodily fluids, but Flynn really didn’t sound like he was okay.

“Flynn?”

“Would you give me a damn minute?!”

Lucy didn’t pay his angry call any notice and stumbled her way through the bushes until she found him, on his hands and knees, breathing heavily.

“I told you to leave me alone”, he sighed sitting back with his face up to the sky. Flynn was pale, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple changed its direction due to the different angle and rolled into his hair.

“You didn’t, actually”, Lucy sat down beside him, trying not to get tangled up in her skirt while doing so. “You’re not okay. You should have stayed at the bunker.”

“I’m fine, Lucy. And I don’t really see that happening, Emma is still on her warpath and with Wyatt being tangled up in this mess as he is you need a soldier who’s actually able to do his job.”

He stood in one fluid motion, there was no swaying or stumbling as he held out his hand to help her up.

“Are you? Able to do your job?”, he narrowed his eyes at that, defensively, but Lucy didn’t back down. He was right, Emma was more determined to get them out of the way than ever and Wyatt wasn’t able to make objective decisions when Jessica was involved. They needed Flynn and he couldn’t allow himself any slipups, not when a mistake could easily end with one of them dead.

“When am I not?”

Flynn kept his word, he always did. The mission went without so much as a hitch, maybe not entirely successful since Emma was able to escape, but history stayed pretty much the same. The authorities of 1919’s Paris had only to deal with the unidentifiable bodies of sleeper agents, unlike they had to in the original timeline.

He managed to keep it together, to stay upright and walking until they reached the Lifeboat, but then Flynn crashed spectacularly. His head was reeling, this damn collar and the tie were too tight for him to breathe properly and whole ensemble was so hot he felt like he was suffocating.

Somehow, he reached his seat, but only to fall forward and to press the heels of his hands to his eyes. Why wouldn’t everything stop spinning?!

“Hey, Flynn, are you alright, man?”

If he got a dollar every time someone asked him that, he’d have enough money to build his own time machine.

He grumbled in response to Rufus concerned question, but it was Lucy who provided an actual answer.

“I think, he’s running a fever. He really shouldn’t have come with us”, there was a pause and some shuffling, Flynn didn’t bother enough to look up. There was a rushing in his ears now and he felt another coughing fit coming by the way his lungs constricted.

“Flynn? Uh, Gar-Garcia? Do you want some water?”

Lucy carefully put her hand on his shoulder, a featherlight touch he didn’t even register because his body shook with suppressed coughs. Flynn pushed himself out of his seat again and stumbled to the Lifeboat’s entrance, desperate for some fresh air and not wanting to infect the rest of the team with whatever ancient disease he’d caught with his coughing.

With his luck, it was probably tuberculosis. Or the plague.

The fit lasted a few minutes, it got so far that Flynn found himself retching again. When it finally was over, the world was still spinning but the breaths came a little easier. Lucy handed him a bottle with water and after he rinsed and then took a few sips, he staggered back to his seat.

“You think you can handle the trip back without puking all over the backseat?”, Rufus asked jokingly, but, truth to be told, neither of them wanted to know what would happen if either of them expelled the contents of their stomachs mid-flight.

Flynn made a vague gesture in Rufus’ direction, giving his okay for lift off after he fumbled his seat belt close. Then he let his head drop against the seat, closing his eyes and thus ignoring Lucy’s worried looks and Wyatt’s pointed glares.

“How did it go?”

“Emma escaped again, but we could prevent her from blowing up the meeting. And we need a doctor”, Lucy carefully climbed down the staircase followed by Wyatt.

“Did somebody get hurt? Is Rufus okay?”, ever since they brought Rufus back, Jiya was even more on edge when they left for missions

“I’m fine, Jiya. But Flynn is sick”, Rufus was the last one to step out of the Lifeboat, hands unsurely hovering behind his colleague in case he should fall.

But Flynn stubbornly made his way down the steps and headed for the bedrooms, when Agent Christopher planted herself in front of him.

“I don’t need a doctor.”

He tried to stare her down, but Denise only raised an unimpressed eyebrow. He really wasn’t at his usual level of threatening, with glassy eyes, pale skin and an overall posture that screamed ‘Please, let me go to bed’.

She reached up to feel his skin, but he painfully flinched away from her touch.

“It’s not bad, just a cold or som-“, his feeble try to escape her examination ended in another coughing fit. He turned away and buried his face in the crook of his elbow, trying to will the coughs to stop, but soon he was doubled over, desperately gasping for air as dry coughs kept on tearing at his throat.

“Okay, okay, uuh… You probably should sit down”, Lucy came up beside him, hands fluttering helplessly over his shoulders until she just gripped his arm and carefully guided him to the ground. “Deep breaths, ju-just try to breathe.”

Flynn slumped to the ground, the coughing finally subsiding. He was panting, a little groan escaped his lips as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on his knees.

“I’m getting a doctor and medicine, get him to his room”, Agent Christopher ordered, already on the phone.

“I don’t-“

“That’s not up for discussion!”

Flynn was wrong in two things. First, he really needed a doctor because, second, he didn’t just catch a cold, but wounded up with pneumonia instead.

The doctor had left the bunker with the instructions to keep Flynn in his bed and get him to take his medicine, have lots of fluids and a light diet. Lucy made it her obligation to oversee him carrying out the doctor’s instructions.

Which was why she spent a lot of time in his room (meaning more time than usually).

He was sleeping when Lucy joined him again after getting a snack for herself, curled up under the flimsy blanket and, for the first time ever, Lucy thought he looked small.

It was a disconcerting thought, Flynn looking small. He wasn’t imposing, not if he didn’t want to, and despite the bunker being tiny and dark, Lucy never felt crowded when she was in a room with him. He was more like a steady presence, comforting and assuring.

A quiet noise stopped her train of thought, Flynn was clutching his blanket and pulled it tighter around his shivering form. The bunker was always chilly, but it was only early evening. The real cold that made Rufus and Jiya cling to each other in their bed and Lucy seek out company, it only came at night.

Lucy leaned over him and moved to feel his temperature on his forehead but remembered how he flinched when Denise wanted to touch him earlier. Her hand hovered unsure for a few seconds, before she pressed her fingers softly against the prominent cheekbone.

It wasn’t enough to wake him, but he winced anyways and turned away, buried his face in his pillow. His skin was hot to her touch, and its pale color made him look almost ghostly.

She couldn’t stop her sigh and was nearly unable to not brush a strand of dark hair out of his eyes. How long has it been since the last time he had felt a friendly touch? Not violence but love directed at him? Lucy didn’t want to think four years, not since Lorena and Iris, but it was what came to her mind.

It was not fair. Lucy did think he was a monster, yes, at first, but it only lasted until she had finally learned the truth. About Rittenhouse and his family, how they had taken everything dear to him, hunted him and made him think the only way he could stand up to them, the only way he could fight them was with even more violence.

There was a voice at the back of her mind that asked if it wasn’t Lucy’s fault he terminatored his way through time. After all, it had been her journal that had sent him on this trip, she had given it to him and promised they would fight together and then had let him down over and over again, had pushed him away, called him a murderer and finally had gotten him arrested. The voice sounded suspiciously much like her mother.

But she knew there was another side to Garcia Flynn. The sadness and sorrow that made his shoulders bow and kept him in his room for hours, soft smiles and bad jokes, the insecurity, self-loathing and guilt that held him prisoner in his own mind; coffees in the morning and the tug on the bottle of vodka when Lucy had enough, the soft touches when he held her after Emma, the way he guided her down the stairs after Salem.

Garcia Flynn wasn’t a man without fault, far from it, but he didn’t deserve all the shit life threw on him either.

“Lucy?”

She startled upon hearing his scratchy voice calling out. Flynn was awake, looking at her with tired eyes.

“Hey”, she did touch him now, gripped his shoulder and helped him sitting up, didn’t let go of the cup of water when his shaky fingers lifted to his mouth, letting their hands touch.

“You don’t have to do this”, Flynn said after he settled back against his pillow.

“What? Helping you? Staying with you?”

He shrugged, avoiding her eyes. Lucy noticed how he fidgeted with his wedding ring. A tell, he was uncomfortable, she just wasn’t sure why. Because he was forced to show weakness? Because she was a witness to it?

“You don’t have to be here.”

He thought she didn’t want to be with him?

“What are you talking about? You’re sick and I’m here to help. End of story”, it came out a little more forceful than she intended, but maybe it helped to get the message through.

“I saw you”, he confessed, only she wasn’t sure what. “With Wyatt, before-“

Oh. Oh.

“I don’t give a damn about Wyatt. Not right now. I’m here because I want to be, because I want you to get better”, she switched from the chair to bed, perched herself up on the edge, “Is it that hard to believe?”

Now she dared to do it, she actually pushed the strand of hair our of his face, let her fingers trail down the side of his face and then cupped his cheek. He stared at her with wide, glassy eyes, and Lucy didn’t think he dared to breathe. It may have been the fever that made his eyes so shiny, but she wasn’t sure. He looked at her like she hung the moon, like she was his reason to live, so utterly devoted to her that she wanted to cry.

“I-“, Lucy started, the same moment Flynn decided to breathe again. His lungs weren’t to grateful to be deprived of what reduced amount of oxygen they were getting, and Lucy could hear the hitch.

It took minutes, it was cruel, and Lucy could only stand beside him and rub his back while the coughs ripped through his body, produced all sorts of gross stuff and left him trembling, panting and gasping for air.

“It’s okay”, she soothed him, “It’ll get better soon, the meds will kick in and you’ll be better.”

Suddenly she was back in her mother’s bedroom with Amy, before Rittenhouse, Flynn and time machines. She cleaned, changed oxygen tanks, spoon fed soup and crackers and administered meds.

It was a painful memory of a happier time, that at the same time wasn’t that. Seeing her mother wither away and nevertheless feeling the pressure of her expectations, the prospect of being alone with Amy after the inevitable death of her mother.

But now she knew what to do.

With practiced motions she freed him of the used tissues, held the cup for him to take a few more sips, then checked his nails and lips for a blueish tinge. There was one indeed, so she pulled the oxygen tank, left by the doctor as a precaution, closer to the bed, set it to 5 liters and carefully arranged the nasal tube.

His eyes followed her every moment, but Lucy didn’t find herself bothered by it.

“You seem so… used to stuff like this”, Garcia noted. He was laying down again, on his side, it was a little easier to breathe that way.

“Amy and I took care of Mo- our mother when she had gotten worse. She hated hospitals and didn’t want a nurse at the house constantly. So, it was up to us”, Lucy didn’t meet his eyes, busied herself with getting another blanket out of the sort-of wardrobe they all had in their bedrooms.

“That doesn’t sound fair.” She let out a dry laugh, of course it wasn’t. Carol made Amy put her life on hold, because Lucy was supposed to get tenure at Stanford and Amy’s podcasts weren’t real work anyway. She just had decided her daughters would care for her, without asking them.

They would have done it, of course, they weren’t monsters and Carol had been their mother, but some kind of choice would’ve been nice.

“It wasn’t, but we were used to it. Amy actually did most of it, I had Stanford. I kind of thought, that…”, she scoffed and shook her head.

“What did you think?”, even sick, with a sore throat, shivering and feeling miserable, Flynn cared for her, listened. This man was ridiculous.

“It’s stupid. I just- I thought if I got tenure, if I got to carry on her legacy, she could draw strength from it, you know? That it would give her the kick to beat the cancer. See? It’s stupid.”

“I don’t think it is. You just wanted to help her.”

Lucy sighed and finally met his gaze. She could see that he was flagging, the fever was pulling him under again and yet he fought to stay awake in order to be there for her. Ridiculous.

“And now I want to help you”, she said firmly and took a towel to mop some sweat off his forehead. He shivered under her touch but let his eyes close. “Sleep, Garcia, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

A few hours later, he was still asleep. Jiya had come and gone, had brought some crackers and fruits in case either of them grew hungry.

Lucy read in a book about the demolition of socialism she found in his personal little library, but couldn’t quite concentrate on the words, looked up every couple of lines.

Flynn’s sleep had become restless, he tossed and turned, his hands twitched, and she could see his eyes moving behind the lids.

“Garcia?”, she asked softly, but only prompted a tiny whimper. “It’s okay, Garcia, you’re safe.”

“No…. No, please don’t… Leave her alone…”

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Lucy squeezed his arm, tried to rub some comforting warmth into him.

“Lorena”, it sounded suspiciously like a sob, and, oh, Lucy’s heart, the one she carefully started to piece together again after Chinatown, it shattered into a million pieces.

She knew it wasn’t safe to wake a soldier trapped in a nightmare, not by touching him. He might lash out and hurt her, completely unaware of himself and his surroundings.

But Lucy didn’t care, not now, not when he was clearly suffering.

“Garcia!!”, she grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him.

He startled awake, gulping down hasty, too short breaths and scrambled to come back to reality.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

She desperately tried to calm him, ground him. “It’s me, it’s Lucy.”

“Lucy…”, he sounded far away, but met her eyes. “Lucy.”

“Yes.”

A shudder ripped through him, but not from the fever. He tried to take a breath, but it caught in his throat.

“Lucy.” He fumbled for her hand and she met him halfway, then he sagged forward, and she caught him. There were more shudders now and unsteady breathing, his hands clutched at her sweater, and if the same sweater had a growing wet patch on her shoulder, then so be it.

She mumbled endearments, sweet nothings into his hair, not at all caring that she could get infected too. Lucy didn’t know exactly how long it lasted, the minutes blurred together at some point, but eventually the shudders and shivers ceased to an unsteady breathing and then, after a deep, weary sigh, his weight got a little heavier on her shoulder.

Lucy lowered him back onto his pillows and pressed a soft kiss to his brow.

It was one and a half weeks later that Lucy found Garcia sitting on the couch in the common area. There was a blanket draped over his shoulders and steaming cup of tea in front of him, but he appeared to be asleep, snoring softly through a still clogged nose.

They hadn’t talked, really talked, since his nightmare. The meds had kicked in soon after, leaving him slumbering for the most time, but unfortunately, they hadn’t got along with the foods Jiya and Denise provided, so they spent the last three days feeding him up again.

Lucy carefully pulled the tea bag out of his mug before it became too bitter, then settled down beside him with another book.

She made it through two chapters before she felt him stirring beside her.

“Lucy?”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty”, he rubbed his eyes at that, and it was really not fair that a six-foot-four man could be that adorable. “Your tea’s cold. I’ll make some more.”

She heard him following her, when she moved to fill up the electric kettle, then they sat down at the table to wait for the water to boil. Lucy pushed a package of chocolate chip cookies to him and Garcia obediently took one and started to nibble at it.

“Lucy, about what happened, I’m sorry”, his voice was still hoarse and with him mumbling, she guessed the words rather than actually hearing them.

“What do you mean?”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, wincing when it hurt. “The, uh, the nightmare. I didn’t mean to-“

“Cry? Or you didn’t mean for me to see?”, Lucy leaned forward and boldly took his hand, “Garcia, you were sick, you had a bad dream, I was there to comfort you. End of story, no big deal.”

He seemed a little taken aback by that. “I can’t imagine it was a… pleasant sight seeing a man crying out for his dead wife.”

“So wasn’t you gasping for breath, shivering and shaking. But I stayed anyways.”

Lucy looked at Garcia and he met her eyes shortly, before turning his attention to the cookies.

“But why…”

Why were you there?

“Because of you, Garcia. I was there because of you.”

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nightglider124 · 6 years

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(it took me 84 years to find this) but Cy and BB banter of "Hold the baby like a normal person. Like a human." when first meeting Mar'i

Wheyyy, you found it in the end XD.

I’ve just had another thought of how this prompt could have been interpreted but I’m hoping I’m still in the right area with how I wrote it. Lmao.

Hope u like it, my girl

“Hold the baby like a normal person. Like a human.”

Slowly, the door slid aside, granting access to the room beyond.They had called them up; telling them that it was okay and that Doctor Mid-nitehad left a while ago, after double checking everyone was healthy and happy.

It was so calm, with only the twinkling sound of a lullaby echoingoff the walls.

Raven stood at the head of the small group, her eyes sweepingaround until they landed on the two Titans who had oh-so recently become morethan heroes.

They had become parents.

Dick was the first to look up and smile as his eyes locked withthe empath’s. He waved them closer but held a finger to his lips, asking themto be quiet.

Raven nodded and gently pulled the two boys behind her into theroom with her. Cyborg and Beast Boy peered out from her back, hesitant andunsure of how they should act.

They soon reached the end of the infirmary bed where the newmother herself was tucked up in. She lifted her head and smiled tiredly at herfriends.

Dark circles painted her under eyes and her skin was a little palerthan they were used to. Dick stroked her damp, red hair and pushed some behindher ear so it was out of her clammy face,

The three Titans all stared at her and what she held in her arms.

Her grin widened as she noticed their sincere interest in thebundle, clutched to her chest. Starfire looked back down at her newborn baby,dropping a small, soft kiss to its forehead.

Dick watched her, a look of pride and relief on his face and hereached to rest his hand upon her thigh, covered by white sheets.

Cyborg, Raven and Beast Boy all looked to be on the edge of theirseats, awaiting details about their newest little team mate.

Their leader ran a hand through his scruffy black locks andsmirked at them, “A girl.” He whispered,

The elation spread over each of their faces like a sprung leak.Raven didn’t need to tap into her powers to feel how joyful everyone was; theemotion being that strong.

“Her name?” Raven wondered, inching closer to have a peek,

Starfire beamed up as the sorceress came to stand by her side, “Mar’i.”

Raven nodded, smiling at her answer, “Beautiful. Well done,Star… Dick…” She commented, leaning down to kiss Starfire’s cheek.

Dick chuckled and sat back in the chair he was perched upon, “Hey,it was all Star. She did the hard work.”

Starfire turned her head to her love, “Not true. I would neverhave been able to do it without your constant support, Richard.”

He smiled lovingly at her and briefly stood, pressing his lips tohers in a brief kiss.

The Princess shifted and eyed each of her friends, “So… whowould like their first cuddle with Mar’i?”

Cyborg and Beast Boy lit up immediately and began shoving at eachother,

“Me!” Beast Boy hissed,

“Shut it, me first!” Cyborg challenged,

Dick and Starfire blinked at the two boys whilst Raven merelyrolled her eyes. Everything was always a bickering contest with them.

“Um…” Starfire murmured, looking to Dick to make a decision,

The new father cleared his throat and stood up, his leader facemaking an appearance, “Guys.”

Stopping, they both looked at Dick, awaiting his answer on whowould get to hold her first.

“Uh… Beast Boy?” He shrugged, not seeing why it mattered whowent first,

The changeling grinned and gave his best friend the finger whilstCyborg crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Beast Boy.

He got ready, rolling his shoulders back and stretching his armsout.

Dick scooped up his daughter from Starfire’s arms and pulled her blanketaround her little body some more, ensuring she was warm and secure. He walkedover to Beast Boy, his blue eyes boring into his forest green ones,

“Beast Boy, do not dropher.” He stated, “Or I’ll kick your ass all the way to Tamaran. Okay?”

Beast Boy gulped and scowled at the former boy wonder, “Wow, wayto put pressure on me, Dick.”

He shrugged and carefully passed his baby girl over to his friend.Beast Boy swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his skin get hot, growingnervous.

In his uncertainty, Beast Boy held her in his hands. His armscurved upwards like he was catching a football and the sleeping Mar’i laidacross his open palms. Beast Boy’s brows furrowed in concentration and he wentcompletely silent.

The position was awkward but he was so afraid to move so he stayedfrozen in place, just staring at her chubby cheeks and her fluffy black hair.

Raven stepped towards him, her brows raised as she considered him.He was biting his lip and shook slightly.

“Gar… breathe…” She murmured,

He puffed out a breath and focused on his girlfriend, staring athim like he was insane, “She’s… just so tiny and I don’t want to wake her…”

Starfire smiled sympathetically, “You will not hurt her, Garfield.”

Relaxing a bit, his shoulders slumped but he went on alertstraight after as Mar’i started to wriggle and whimper, clearly uncomfortablewith the lack of affection.

Cyborg rolled his human eye and came to stand beside his friend, “Dude,you’re holding her wrong.”

“Shut up, Cyborg. This is fine.” Beast Boy argued,

The half robot wagged his finger at him, “Nuh uh, that’s why she’sstartin’ to cry.”

“I’m fine, dude! You’re putting me off!” He whined at him,

Cyborg held out his arms, “Give ‘er to me and I’ll show you.”

Beast Boy pouted at him in defiance before he sighed and turnedhis body so he was facing Cyborg and he gently moved Mar’i from his hands toCyborg’s arms.

But, just as he made to let go of her, she yawned and rolled.Cyborg’s eye widened and he reacted suddenly so that she wouldn’t slip from hisgrasp, leading to Mar’i laying in yet another peculiar position.

The baby lay along the length of his forearm, her head leaningagainst the palm of his metal hand. Cyborg furrowed his brows as he stared downat the little girl. She snuggled her face against the back of his wrist andmewled.

He groaned, “Damn it, B-”

Beast Boy made a shocked face, “What!? That wasn’t me! Looks likeyou can’t hold her properly either.” He hushed,

Cyborg glared at him but refrained from lashing out inretaliation. Several times, he tried to move her around so he could cuddle herbut she started to cry in protest so he stayed still to avoid upsetting thenewborn.

His green friend lifted his nose and crossed his arms, “Looks likeyou’re not much better.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly spent much time around babies.” Hegrowled, “And it seems neither have you, so I’d stay quiet, green bean.”

Dick scratched the back of his neck and stepped forward,intervening, “Guys, just hold the babylike a normal person. Like a human.”

“We are!” The boys grumbled in unison,

Their leader frowned and put his hands on his hips, “Not really.Gar, you’re holding her like you’d hold a mouse and Vic, you’re holding herlike she’s a football.”

“Ha! At least I was holding her like you’d hold a living thing.”Beast Boy crowed,

“Please. Your way couldhave led her to fall to the ground.” Cyborg bickered,

The two continued back and forth, snipping at each other andtrying to prove who the better uncle would be. Starfire shared an exasperatedlook with Dick; an argument between their friends was the last thing theywanted after giving birth to their child.

Raven caught the parents’ looks to one another and clicked her tongue.This pissing contest between the two of them would have to stop. It waschildish and it was neither the time nor the place.

With that, her hand became encased in her black energy and thesame glow lifted Mar’i from Cyborg’s arms.

“Hey!” He complained, not ready to let her go yet,

Raven shot him a look that quietened him almost immediately. Shelevitated Mar’i over to her, cradling her in her arms, with her head supportedand her small body curled against Raven’s chest.

Starfire’s expression softened and she smiled at how naturallyRaven took to holding Mar’i. She was always the voice of reason, after all.

Lifting her indigo eyes from the gorgeous girl, Raven lookedpointedly at Cyborg and Beast Boy,

“This is the way youhold a baby, you pinheads.” She told them, her tone tart,

The boys turned their heads, looking at each other before theyboth threw in the towel and slumped. Cyborg smiled as he watched Raven,surprised at her loving nature towards the infant.

Beast Boy grinned, his fang pointing out and he sauntered closerto Raven,

“You look all mom-ready with a baby in your arms, Rae.” He toldher, hinting,

Raven raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed, “Not with the way youhold them. You need some serious improvement before we even consider it.”

The changeling blinked indignantly before he huffed at her, withCyborg cracking up in laughter from the end of the bed.

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Memories ~ Werewolves and Confessions Part 2

Summary: Instead of the vacation you hoped you would have, you end up hunting a werewolf with the Winchesters…a hunt that could have you facing some unknown truths and strengthening things between you and Dean.

Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Canon violence

A/N: This is a Supernatural series that I have been working on. The "Memories" are meant to provide a backstory between the reader and the Winchesters, so they will span over a few years. I did change a few things about the timeline, but I tried to stick as much as possible to the events of the show. I appreciate all feedback! Thanks a bunch!

Word Count: 2,200

Memories Masterlist

White walls, so many white walls. They felt like they were closing in on you. You could feel the stares in your direction as you sat on the bench, Dean’s blood still on your clothes and your hands. You pulled his leather jacket closer around you, zipping it up in the front to cover your now red undershirt. You kept your head down, resting your forehead on your closed fists, gripping his keys tightly, like a lifeline, images flashing randomly through your mind.

The wheels of the impala humming down the asphalt as fast as you could make her go

Dean laying across the backseat with Sam kneeling on the floorboard, holding pressure to his chest

Dean coughing, the blood…so much blood

Seeing Dean close his eyes in the rearview mirror

Sam’s voice screaming his name, trying to keep him awake

“Stay with me.” You whispered again, your own pleas echoing in your ears.

It had been over an hour since you got to the hospital and Dean was wheeled back into the doctor’s care. Sam had gone outside to try to reach Castiel again. Although your hands looked steady, it felt like your entire body was quivering. You did your best to focus on just breathing, finding it harder to do the longer you had to just sit and wait. That voice in your head screaming at you to run. I have to go. I have to get out of here. Away from the staring, away from the white walls, away from whatever those doctors were going to say. Your feet refused to move. You sat, bolted to the floor, just waiting.

You felt Sam sit back down next to you and offer you a coffee. You looked up at him, faking a smile and shook your head, trying to be strong when Sam was there.

“Thanks.” You said as he set the coffee down on the other side of him. “Did you reach Castiel?” You asked, trying for a distraction.

“No. I left a message on the cell phone, but who knows when he will hear it.” Sam answered, trying to make a joke about Castiel’s inexperience with technology, but it came out more sarcastic. “Anything?” He asked, nodding down the hallway.

You shook your head, following his glance. He looked down at your hands and smirked at the sight of Dean’s keys wrapped in your hand, your knuckles white from the grip you had on them. Sam leaned his head back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. You laid your head on his shoulder, keeping your eyes on the floor in front of you. You just wanted him to know you were there, and you could feel his muscles relax just a little at your touch. It was the longest 20 minutes of your life.

“Singer?” The doctor, still dressed in surgical scrubs, called out the fake name you had provided for Dean. It was the only one you could think of at the time, but then Bobby was never really too far from your thoughts.

“Here.” Sam said as you both stood and waited for his approach. You instinctively entwined your fingers with Sam’s and he gently squeezed your hand. You heard bits of what the doctor said, your heart throbbing in your ears. It was a deafening sound.

“The surgery went well…lost a lot of blood…he’s lucky you were there…must have been a huge bear.“

“So, he’s going to be okay?” You heard Sam’s voice, bringing your focus back to the present.

“He’s groggy and should probably stay here for a few days, but I see no reason why he won’t make a full recovery. You can go see him if you would like.” The doctor said. Sam shook his hand and thanked him, his goofy smile returning to his face. He started down the hall, but stopped when you sat back down , your knees weak from relief.

“Y/N?” He asked, concerned.

“Go ahead, Sam. I’ll be there in just a minute.” You encouraged, keeping your tone light and smiling. Sam smiled back and rushed to the room a few doors away.

You walked into the bathroom across from where you had been sitting and took off Dean’s leather jacket, your once white tank top now covered in red. You leaned over the sink, taking a couple of ragged breaths. You hated hospitals. The last time you were in one is when your dad died. You couldn’t get rid of the fear you felt still sitting on your lungs. You knew, no matter what the doctor said, you wouldn’t be able to accept him as being okay until you saw him.

You released your grip on the impala keys, placing them in your jeans pocket, glancing at your hands and the imprint they left on your palm. You tried washing most of the blood off of your hands and face before putting the jacket back on and zipping it up. You closed your eyes for an instant and inhaled the smell of him from the leather before you charged forth to the room.

As you timidly stepped into the room, you could hear Sam trying to convince Dean that he should stay at the hospital, at least until Castiel could be reached to come finish healing him. Dean was lying there with bandages wrapped around his torso and shoulders. Tears threatened your eyes, but you pushed them away. You hated to see him like this, he was always so strong, but at least he was alive.

“Hey tiger.” Dean said when he saw you come in. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he drug out the words, obviously high from pain meds and the effects of the anesthesia.

“Good to see you still with us.” You said as you walked up to the bed.

“Nah, little old wolf can’t kill me.” He said, trying to sound cocky, but only managing to make Sam laugh at how loopy he was.

“Well, for the record, the hospital thinks it was a bear.” Sam corrected, still chuckling.

“Was I dreaming, or were you driving Baby?” Dean asked, his eyebrows scrunched together.

Seriously? You thought. “Yes, I drove your car, and she handles like a dream.” You said, a mischievous grin on your face. “There’s not a scratch on her.” You added when Dean started to protest.

“Good. Take care of her.” He replied, fighting to keep his eyes open.

“Your car will be fine.” You promised, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Sam stifled a laugh. “You just rest.” You told him, gently laying your hand on his shoulder. Dean smiled at the gesture. He reached up and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. Within a few minutes he was asleep, his breathing slow and methodical.

“We should probably go change.” Sam suggested. With your free hand, you pulled the keys from your pocket and handed them to Sam.

“I think I’m going to stay a little while.” You said, not wanting to release Dean’s hand yet. It was the first thing that made you stop shaking since the three of you had set foot in that house earlier that night. Sam smiled, understandingly.

“I’ll bring you back some clean clothes.” He offered, pulling a chair up to the bed so you could sit down.

“Thanks.” You said. Sam gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and headed back to the motel. You leaned on the edge of the bed and put your head down on your arm. You closed your eyes and just listened to him breathing. It wasn’t long before you were dozing too, his fingers never leaving your own.

You woke up when you felt Dean stir. You glanced at your phone and realized that a couple of hours had passed. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Sam sleeping on the couch. A bag lay beside him on the floor containing fresh clothes for you and Dean, just in case.

You carefully slid your hand out of Dean’s grip and went to the bathroom to change into a clean t-shirt and jeans. You threw your other clothes away. You knew those stains were never coming out and you didn’t want any reminders of the last 24 hours. They would be hard enough to forget.

You went back to the chair and rested your head on the edge of the bed again, your arms tucked beneath you, telling yourself that you just needed a little more sleep.

An hour later, you opened your eyes to see Dean watching you sleep. “Hi.” He whispered, a grin on his face.

“How are you?” You whispered back, neither of you moving.

“I’ve been better.” He said, wincing at a pain. “You guys?” He asked, his eyes glancing at Sam and then back to you. You nodded as an answer. You were both quiet for a moment, and Dean slid his hand over yours. Before either of you could say anything else, Castiel burst through the door.

“About time, Cas.” Dean groaned. “Heal me up so we can all get the heck out of here.” He added, wincing as he tried to sit up. The commotion woke up Sam, who sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Of course, Dean.” Castiel’s graveled voice promised. He laid his fingers on Dean’s forehead and within minutes, Dean was putting on regular clothes.

“Thanks, Cas.” Dean said and you all rushed out of the hospital before the doctors discovered his miraculous recovery.

It was late when you all reached the bunker. Sam had already loaded all of your stuff into the impala and checked out of the motel when he left the hospital to change. He picked up food through a drive-thru, but you were barely able to eat anything. You couldn’t get rid of the shaky feeling you felt, the butterflies in your stomach making you feel like you wanted to throw up.

Castiel stayed for a little while, but then he left, saying something about a struggle in heaven. Once he disappeared, you all tried to go to bed. You layed in your room, but couldn’t seem to relax enough to sleep. No matter when you tried, you kept replaying the last 24 hours in your mind.

Frustrated, you got up and wandered around the bunker. You had to do something, so you grabbed some cleaning supplies and went out to the garage to try and get some of the stains out of the back seat of the impala.

While you could feel the cleaning releaving some of the tension you felt, that release was also making you cry. You could feel the tears on your face as the emotion from the day that had been pent up inside of you found its way to the surface.

“You don’t have to do that.” You heard Dean’s voice behind you. You stood up and let the rag fall to the bucket at your feet, but you didn’t turn around.

“I wanted to.” You answered, but your voice cracked.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned. You sighed and rubbed your face with the back of your hand before your turned around. It was no use though, your eyes still rimmed red and your cheeks flushed. His face changed instantly.

“Are you crying?” He asked, surprised. He had never seen you cry and it shocked him.

“Shit.” You mumbled, covering your eyes with your hand.

“Come here.” Dean said, grabbing your hand and pulling you to him, wrapping his strong arms around you.

Your body betrayed you at his touch and relaxed instantly. You entwinded your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I just…” you said into his shirt, struggling to find words that made you sound less pathetic than you felt. You mentally scolded yourself. You are a grown hunter, not a child. Enough with the waterworks. “I was just scared.” You finally admitted, embarrassed at the lack of self control you had at the moment.

“You aren’t afraid of anything.” Dean teased in disbelief, a chuckle in his voice, not catching on to what you meant.

“Everyone is afraid of something.” You whispered. Dean pulled back a little so he could see your face, but his arms still rested around your body.

“What is it, Y/N” He asked, using your real name for the first time since your dad died. You looked away from the concern on his face.

He reached up and gently whipped a tear from your cheek, his hand resting on your face. He gently stroked your jaw line and waited patiently for your answer. You took a deep breath and lifted your eyes to his face. His green eyes probed yours for the truth.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” You admitted, trying not to let your voice crack. Dean felt a warmth inside, knowing that you cared so much for him. You could see it written all over his face, his eyes softening.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” He said, pulling you back into his embrace. “I’m not going anywhere.” He promised, squeezing you a little tighter.

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