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toastybugguy · 2 years

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Dude tell us ab the LR Descendants AU that sounds so fun I would like to hear the infodump

DUDE. Dude.

okay so this is a jumbled mess bc honestly this just started as an excuse to make silly little animatics in my head to my silly little songs LOLZ. BUT. I’m an idea man at heart. So here’s just a bunch of loosely connected ideas (that you can probably poke a ton of holes in). Just do what I did and take whatever you like and RUN W IT

- The VKs are Marcus and Skylar because Marcus is obvi and Skylar being evil was fun…. and also!! I think they should b friends!!!!

- Was pondering making Oliver and Bree the other VKs to fill out the cast and so I can unite my power couples and let them all be evil together. There is no real conclusion 2 this pondering bc I couldn’t decide which version I liked more AUWGh

- All the big baddies are on the Isle, so Douglas, Krane, Mr. Terror, Annihilator, Giselle, etc etc you get the gist

- Donald snuck the rats off the Isle where Douglas had created them before it descended into chaos and was closed off, and they now go to Auradon Prep where they continue to pretend to be average students

- People in Auradon know about bionics, but only the context of the Isle, so the general association is bionics = bad

- Leo takes the place of Ben, he helps keep their secret under wraps and coaches them on how to blend in

- Davenport constantly prepares them for the worst case scenario, telling them they have to keep their secret at all costs

- Bree tries her hardest to pretend she IS a normal student, hoping one day she’ll just forget that she isn’t. She never asked for this in the first place. She hates that she has to feel different at all.

- Adam doesn’t understand why it has to be a secret. He’s pretty sure if they told the truth and explained it to people, they could help others see that they’re not so bad. Chase is always telling him it’s “not that simple.”

- Because Chase is high strung. Really, truly, high strung. He doesn’t want to know what would happen to him or his family if everyone found out they’re like the people on the Isle. He doesn’t want to mess up whatever’s going on with Kaz by revealing he’s a freak and has been lying this whole time. He also doesn’t know when he also started resenting the “different” part of himself.

- Kaz and Oliver are their friends and have seen them doing weird unexplainable things before, but Leo lies and says it’s because they actually have superpowers

- Great, another thing to lie about!

- At least we get that Leo + Kaz + Oliver friendship that we all needed

- Attempts to integrate and rehabilitate the Isle and Auradon begin with bringing in VKs to Auradon Prep

- Idk what the balance between the Descendants universe and the LRMMEF universe is here so the wand is either the same or it’s the Arcturion or some weird mix of both. Anyway it’s The Plot Thing.

- Rats have REALLY got to hide their secret now bc tensions are high and they don’t want to be associated w the VKs

- Oliver and Kaz are truthfully on the fence about the ordeal because they used to know Skylar before things went bad. They want to believe she’s not beyond help but they also know the things she’s done since the Isle was closed off, and they aren’t sure just how far gone she is.

- Conflict is v family centric w other interpersonal conflicts mixed in

- The rats have to choose between risking the safety of Auradon or risking being potentially hated and ostracized by their friends and peers in their attempts to appeal to Marcus and Skylar

there’s??? too much and yet too little to say abt this bc again. Really Great Idea Man, less good Execution Man. and still I’m not sure which version of the VKs I like more bc it would sort of make sense for Oliver to be a VK since his mother is on the Isle and I like the idea of Skylar meeting Bree and being like “hey. fuck all your inhibitions. everyone sucks so why not just go be evil.”

but THERE IT IS!!! PLS add on or build off this or tweak it or whatever you’d like!! It’s been bouncing around in my brain and I watched Descendants 2 last night so yes we r thinking. Also, I wrote most of this in my notes app at like 1am while sick as balls so this probably makes even less sense than expected. Just know this is how my brain looks on paper.

bonus stuff I’m tossing in (mostly just to talk about the soundtrack teehee):

- Pretty sure this whole thing started because I thought Did I Mention was so flamebrain coded. I’m still right about that btw.

- If Only is also very much Chase inner struggle moment

- One way that I get to still have the 4 VKs for Ways To Be Wicked is that I pull the same trick they did in Descendants 2 and the whole number is all a daydream in Marcus and Skylar’s heads. Camera pans out and they’re both just like “sigh… wish they were evil and gay for us… oh well, time to go make them worse.” This is me eating my cake and eating it too.

- I don’t know WHEN or HOW Chillin’ Like A Villain would ever be plot relevant but it made me think of Skylar and Marcus talking to Oliver (the crisis that would be for my poor boy. someone help his sappy ass). Anyways it’s just a good song listen to it RN.

- okay yes I know that technically it’s a song from Z-O-M-B-I-E-S but LET ME HAVE THIS bc if you skip like the first 20 seconds of context in Someday - Ballad… it’s very marliver 2 me. Imagine they get their shit more figured out off screen and just get to be cute n stuff except Marcus still has to lie about not being evil ouuGhuhhggggh. It would b funny.

- One Kiss is also self indulgent marliver with identical setup to Descendants 3 (despite the fact that that movie was…ahem. i mean it was definitely a movie) bc I LOVE that song and HELLO the inner conflict of wondering if true love’s kiss even applies to you because you’re an android and what if there’s no way to save him, what if you’re not even capable of loving him like you think you do?? (but then Oliver wakes up, and it’s the best answer he could’ve gotten <33)

- Good Is The New Bad from Wicked World doesn’t have anything to do with anything but I’m saying right here and now that it is TOO catchy

- also Evil (from Wicked World as well) has been on my Marcus Davenport playlist since the beginning. needed to be said

#ask bug #the ramblings of an absolute mad man!!!!#just a silly little thing I have WAY too much fun thinking about #cool and creative people out there pls tell me ur cool and creative thoughts #lab rats #lr #descendants #lref #mighty med #davenfam #flamebrain #kase #chaz #spacespeed #brylar #marliver

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chasesvillainera · 9 months

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The Great Sebchase Rewrite: Under Seige

Will I actually finish this who knows? But this idea has consumed me

Also there’s no way I’m writing these in order, but lmk if there’s a specific episode you’re hoping to see

Sebastian was honestly impressed with himself, for how quickly he had ruined his own life. If that was a bionic ability, he’d be top of the class.

A few flashes of memories, and he turned on his new life for some “creator” he couldn’t even remember? He couldn’t explain it himself.

Chase had saved him. Again. Showed him what Krane really was, why they had to take him out.

But not before he blew up the Hydroloop tunnel, and loudly declared to the academy that he was rebelling. Davenport and the others gave him another chance, but the damage was done. He went from the top student, dating one of the original bionics, and beloved by the mentors, to the traitor. People whispered when he walked by, no one trusted him to be alone in secured areas anymore, and worst of all, Chase was disappointed in him.

After the attempted rebellion, once they saved Davenport and Perry from the Hydroloop, all he wanted to do was thank Chase for stopping him before he went too far. For saving his life again.

But Chase just looked at him, face stony and hard with disdain that surpassed even their first weeks at the Academy, when they had “hated each other”. (Sebastian preferred to think of it as unique flirting, but the point stood).

“I don’t want to see you right now.” Chase had said, before storming back to the mentor’s quarters.

Sebastian was left alone with Adam, Bree, and Leo, all glaring at him like he was the dirt from their shoes. He shuffled back to the dorms to await Mr. Davenport’s punishment.

It wasn’t so bad, considering the attempted murder, but he was miserable.

He stayed in the dorms for a week, too embarrassed to face the world. Hoping every sound was Chase finally coming to see him, if only to tell him off and dump him officially.

Eventually, he came.

“Hi,” Sebastian jumped up from where he’d been sitting, “you came! Thank you!”

Chase raised his hand to stop him. “Don’t be nervous. I just want to talk.”

“Right. Of course.” Sebastian’s heart sank. He was expecting this, but it didn’t mean he was looking forward to it. “I should start with apologizing, again. I…can’t explain how I reacted to what you told me. I panicked, and I did something unforgivable.”

“I do understand, you know. I’ve done my fair share of stupid things in emotional situations. Remind me to tell you about the Avalanche. But I have to protect my family, first.”

“I get that. It’s…what I thought I was doing, avenging my father. Probably shouldn’t have relied on Triton app memories to make that decision.”

And then, a miracle happened. Chase actually laughed. He’d missed that laugh so much.

“Do the others know you’re here?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes. Adam said something about second chances, Leo just sighed, and Bree went on a rant about my horrible taste in men. I don’t think I’ve heard Douglas say ‘that’s a bad idea’ so many times in a row since Adam got into the lab.”

“Ah,” Seb sighed. That was fair. He was hoping Chase would get on with it, break up with him already instead of dragging it out.

But then…he didn’t. He fucking forgave him, because Sebastian had fallen in love with the most perfect man ever.

Everyone else distrusting him didn’t matter as much, when he had Chase.

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It had been about a month since then, and things had returned to…a state of normal.

Adam no longer looked at him like he wanted to kill him, at least.

All Sebastian could do now was work hard, keep his head down, and try to atone.

And it wasn’t like there was no good in his life.

“Hey,” he swung an arm around Chase after training had ended, “what’s up?”

He didn’t think he’d stop hanging on Chase like a koala any time soon. Sue him.

“Someone broke into our room last night. Smashed up Leo’s tablet.”

“Was it Perry’s niece? Did you catch her?”

“No,” Chase sighed, “we thought that too, but then the criminal disabled the security cameras and attacked Perry. I’m thinking someone’s looking for classified information.”

Sebastian frowned, trying to think of any of the students had been acting oddly. His usual suspect would be Perry, but she had been targeted.

“Guys,” Leo called, “can you break up the lovefest and get over here? Something happened with the Hydroloop.”

It turned out someone had fried the control panels, trapping them on the island.

“Wait,” Chase stepped forward, “these burn marks are from bionics.”

Shit.

If someone bionic had done this, Seb knew there would be only one suspect. The glances he was getting from the assembled mentors confirmed it.

He wasn’t sure what to say. “I didn’t do it” felt so hollow and untrustworthy.

“There’s still a rebel living among us.” Chase declared.

“How could there still be a rebel here?” Bree asked, shocked.

Leo did an exaggerated gesture in Sebastian’s direction.

“Maybe because we let Chase convince us to let the rebel stay here?”

“Leo!” Chase jumped in. “We can’t start placing blame. For now, everyone’s a suspect.”

“But shouldn’t more of the suspicion fall on the person who rebelled before? Like just a month ago?” Bree sighed.

Sebastian hated that he couldn’t argue with her logic.

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“I didn’t do it.” he said to Chase when they were alone, Chase laying against him on the couch.

“I believe you.”

He could tell by the ease with which he said it that Chase was telling the truth, and he was filled with happiness that this time, the trust wasn’t misplaced.

“Thank you.”

“I’m just not sure the others will. We’re going on a stakeout tonight, even though they think it’s pointless when a suspect is right under our noses. I don’t know how to convince them.”

“I don’t think you can,” Seb said, resigned. “Wouldn’t you have the same reaction, in their position? The only thing that would help is catching the guy. What about I stay here, until we find him, so I always have an alibi?”

Sometimes that super intelligence came in handy. Or maybe it was those cheesy crime shows he and Chase liked to watch and make fun of.

“Actually, I was thinking the opposite. Join me on stakeout tonight. If you’re with us the whole time, there’s no way they can suspect you.”

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Bree and Douglas both made their displeasure with Chase bringing Sebastian along very clear.

Seb tried to give a look that conveyed “I didn’t think this was a good idea either, I promise!”

“There’s no way I’m leaving him alone with Chase,” Bree decided, “If you’re staying, go patrol the weapons room with Adam.”

Sebastian acquiesced easily. Someone to vouch for him who wasn’t his boyfriend might not be the worst thing.

Adam looking at him like he wanted to kill him while surrounded by weapons…was less fun. Sebastian didn’t see Adam’s penetrating gaze leave him for hours. He did everything but say “I don’t trust you.”

Until of course, being Adam, he did say it.

“I know,” Sebastian said, “you have every reason not to. But I promise the whole…rebellion thing isn’t going to happen again. I love your brother.” He hadn’t gotten to say that to Chase himself yet, but anything to convince Adam.

Adam didn’t have a chance to respond before Chase came over the comm-set.

“How’s the weapons room, Adam?”

“All clear in the boom-boom room.”

“What about the training area, Leo?” Chase asked, receiving no response. “Leo? LEO? Guys, he’s not responding, come quick!”

Adam shot another glare at Sebastian, as if he could have attacked Leo from right there, and the two took off running.

Leo wasn’t in the training area, and just as they were fearing the worst, the island rocked with a massive explosion.

Someone had tried to blow up the whole academy by setting the weapons on fire. If Adam hadn’t put them out, they would have.

Sebastian knew the explosion happening in the area he was patrolling didn’t deflect suspicion from him like he would have wanted.

Once Douglas was taken out, Chase declared the academy under attack. Like he’d done once before.

Sebastian didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t Leo Dooley stumbling out of the training area, laser spheres shooting from his hands.

It wasn’t even a rebellion. Just a glitch.

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Douglas set Leo up with a capsule so it wouldn’t happen again, and all seemed to be solved.

Chase bounced up to him the next morning, trademark “I was right” smirk on his face, and kissed him in front of everyone present.

“Thanks for believing in me.”

“Thanks for not making me regret it. I got to make Adam apologize to me today, it was awesome.”

#chase davenport #lab rats #sebchase

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tgammsideblog · 1 year

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Tgamm S1 Ep 10-B ¨Saving Christmas¨ Episode analysis

Episode writer: Peter Limm When the Brighton’s Snowflake festival gets ruined, Molly decides to ask for help to Mr.Davenport. Soon she realizes that she is going to do a lot to persuade him...

"Saving Christmas" is bit of a weird episode. Despite not being bad, it suffers from some issues. This has to do with its place in the season and the characters. It still is a sweet special to watch regardless of that.

The episode starts with Brighton's Snowflake Celebration getting ruined in a very hilarious sequence. Almost every turns on fire in a exaggerated manner that it can even seen from space. Since the celebration gets cancelled Molly decides to ask Maxwell Davenport, Andrea's father, for help.

Mr. Davenport refuses to help because according to him "Christmas is a time to make money, not merry", something his own father used to say. Andrea asks her father to help the celebration. She wants to participate in it and be the snowflake queen like her mother was. Maxwell ignores Andrea's wishes and continues with his work.

This is an interesting moment due to showing a different side of Andrea. Her father doesn't give the emotional attention she needs, giving context to why she always wants attention from others. This explains the reason her followers in social are so important to her. If her parents neglect her, she is going to try to find the affection she needs elsewhere. While it isn't as terrible as bad parents from other Disney TVA shows, it is still bad parenting. It’s ignoring his child, especially during an important age, and it’s having an impact in the way she relates to others.

After seeing a bit of the classic Christmas Scrooge story in a film, Molly and Scratch come up with a plan to persuade Maxwell to donate money for the festival by making him go through the Scrooge story-play.

What follows it is a whole sequence of the Mcgees doing a very low budget imitation of the Scrooge story. Scratch acts as the role of Christmas spirits and drags Maxwell all over the town. It’s very funny because Mr.Davenport isn’t moved by anything and answers to the play in a very selfish inconsiderate way. I think the scene is also trying to say that what works in a story doesn’t have the same results in real life. Maxwell is barely moved by any of the scenarios that the Mcgees show to him.

Dissapointed, the Mcgees return to their home. In what would one of saddest scenes in this half of the season, Scratch tries cheering Molly up...only for her to feel completely defeated and answering with ¨Christmas is cancelled¨. It’s one of those rare moments Molly gives up. She feels drained and hopeless. She doesn’t come up with another idea like she does in other occasions. She just goes to sleep. And it’s a bit of shocking moment because you don’t expect her to break down this way. Molly is the one that finds a way to move foward.

This leads to Scratch getting angry at Mr.Davenport for ¨taking out Molly’s joy¨ and goes to pay him a visit. No transformations nor plays this time. He throws Maxwell a few times in the air, makes him crash against a water tower twice and shakes him out of frustration. It’s a comedy gold scene and it’s heartwarning since it is Scratch getting back at someone who hurt Molly.

Maxwell points at the window from his house and Scratch stops to look at it as well. There is a brief focus on Andrea trying to looks as the snowflake queen and then followed by her crying. Mr. Davenport realizes that his daughter is unhappy because of him and remembers how his own father wasn’t good at parenting. Having a change of mind, he tells Scratch that he is going to donate money to make her Andrea happy. It’s a neat moment because we see that Maxwell is capable of realizing his own mistakes. What’s more, he is persuaded by something he cares about. Not some random play, which feels more realistic in this scenario.

One of the issues i have "Saving Christmas" has it is that the focus is in a character that wasn't properly introduced before this episode and the conflict with Andrea wasn't brought up in previous entries, which makes it hard to get invested in her issues. Some people have mentioned that "The Don't Gooder" should have before "Saving Christmas" since the first introduces Andrea's issue with her parents negleting her emotionally and Maxwell's character. Without that it makes feel the Christmas special feel more awkward. Usually holidays specials expand on a character arc, not insert a character conflict.

Moving on, the next morning Molly, Scratch and the rest of the town work together to decorate the City thanks to Davenport’s donations. The song ¨Saving Christmas¨ goes well with the festivity theme of the episode. A lot of characters sing in this song sequence. After all the preparations are ready Molly thanks Scratch for saving Christmas. Scratch tells Molly that this was his present to her. The episode ends in adorable way: All the Mcgee family hugging Scratch and him hugging them in return, representing how he is one of them now.

In conclusion: "Saving Christmas" is sweet Christmas special with some interesting character revelations. Despite not having the same quality like ¨Festival of Lights¨, it’s a memorable episode with nice moments in it.

#The Ghost And Molly McGee #tgamm #tgamm saving christmas #Tgamm episode analysis #andrea davenport #molly mcgee #tgamm mr davenport #maxwell davenport #scratch mcgee

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wilt3d-r0zes · 1 year

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Fic Name (and link): Textures Series: Lab Rats, Lab Rats: Elite Force Characters: Douglas Davenport, Chase Davenport Pairings: N/A Trigger Warnings: Abelism, Internalized Abelism, Bad Textures Important Tags: Autistic Chase Davenport, Autistic Douglas Davenport Fic Summary: "It was barely a second of contact before he audibly reacted and threw it across the room, where it hit the wall and shattered. Chase barely even realized he was flapping his hands and humming until he stopped to try and wipe away the feeling." or, Chase hates the texture of something Donald started putting on his inventions, Douglas understands. (Chase doesn't) (fic under the cut!)

Chase knows he's autistic. It wasn't hard to figure it out, and even though it took him until he got that upgrade from Douglas, updating his internal database organization system and adding an absurd amount of information, as well as that same hotspot that Marcus had which allows him to pretty much google anything in his head on a whim. It took him two days to pour through all of the new information, at some point coming across the new database on mental and physical illnesses. It took five minutes to diagnose himself and move on.

The point of explaining this is so that you understand the level of mental pain he experienced just now. He’s helping Douglas reorganize a storage room in Mission Command and he grabbed something only for it to feel like it was sticking to his skin and ripping it off. Felt like he was never going to get that feeling off.

It was barely a second of contact before he audibly reacted and threw it across the room, where it hit the wall and shattered. Chase barely even realized he was flapping his hands and humming until he stopped to try and wipe away the feeling.

And despite the lingering yuck on his skin, he pauses to look up at Douglas with wide eyes because crap he's not supposed to stim around other people- he's not supposed to stim at all, he's been effectively (not really) reprogrammed and trained out of it by Mr. Davenport.

Yet, when he looks at Douglas who's looking between him and the invention he just destroyed, he doesn't look irritated. In fact, the confusion Chase saw at first morphs into understanding after a moment of staring, "Yeah, same," he hums, "It's why I put you over there. Well, I'll make Bree do it, then."

He's grinning like he's told a joke, one that Chase should understand, yet the second youngest Davenport continues to stare at his father in confused panic. Surely he should be getting yelled at, right? Mr. Davenport would be lecturing him to death and back for that. And yet, Douglas looks more concerned than anything else.

"You can go wash your hands if ya' need, I'll be here."

"What?"

Douglas looks back to him, having returned to start pulling machines and boxes off the shelf like nothing was wrong, "It's the fabric he's got on the bottom, right? The like, sticky stuff," he rubs his fingers together as if he was demonstrating, "Feels like it's trying to rip my soul out, you can go wash your hands to get it off. Or just work over there." He mock shivers when he explains the exact thing Chase just experienced, then gestures towards another section in the room, "I checked, none of them have it. Just the newer stuff."

"You're not mad?" Chase brings himself so he's standing properly, still tingling uncomfortably hand going ignored.

His father/uncle shrugs, "Eh, I wouldn't have thrown it like that, but I still don't wanna touch it. The point is I get it, kid. Why would I yell at you?"

"Mr. Davenport yells at me when I react to textures, he hates it," Chase hums, shaking out his hand again and rubbing it on his pants in the hopes the texture of his jeans would feel rough enough to get it off.

Douglas rolls his eyes, "Yeah, 'course he does, he's an allistic dickhead," he shrugs, returning to pulling a box off the shelf that he's visibly struggling to lift, "Doesn't get it, he used to get after me because I wouldn't stop moving. ‘Douglas won't stop whining!' this and 'He keeps hittin’ me!' that. He was my sensory wall for a while, but he kept yellin’ at me when I grabbed him."

Chase scans through his knowledge on Autism in search of the term Allistic, finding its definition as basically equating to 'not autistic.' It's a good, brief, distraction to the knowledge that his father’s autistic and that Mr. Davenport might be in the wrong in trying to train Chase out of it. "Why does it bother him?" he's gotta ask, because surely there's some sort of reason, right? He doesn’t mentally torture his brother and kid for no reason, right?

"Maybe because you remind him of me, or he's just an asshole. That's my best theory. Neurotypicals baffle me," Douglas looks back to him from over a shelf, glancing at the stimming he's doing with the hand that touched the invention and causing the discreet stimming to stop, "Seriously, Chase, go wash your hands. I'll call Bree down to help."

Chase glances around, he barely made a dent in his portion of the room- they started maybe half an hour ago and he feels bad just. Giving up, especially over the feeling of a fabric, "It's fine, I can keep working."

"Chase, go wash your hands."

"Douglas, I'm fine. It wasn't that bad," he wipes his hand off one last time, then reaches for the next thing on the shelf.

It's got the same fabric on the bottom, and the moment he's grabbed it with both hands he feels the same way he feels when he's about to have a panic attack. It feels like his entire body is preparing for a fight and he's letting go of it with an involuntary grunt of discomfort to wipe his hands off in his pants again.

"Chase," Douglas sighs, leaning around the shelves, "Don't make me get all dad mode on you."

Chase opens his mouth to reply, but instead he makes another grunting sound and shakes out his hands, staring at the offending machine. It feels so much worse than the first time, like they're stacking on top of each other in the most uncomfortable and emotionally painful way possible. He wants to follow Douglas' advice, somewhere inside, yet the rest of him is determined to keep helping. To prove that he's not so pathetic he has to stop because the texture of something bugged him.

He knows Douglas is watching him instead of continuing to work, can't hear the sound of boxes moving or Douglas' footsteps. Yet, he reaches back up and grabs the machine off the shelf, refusing to drop it and carrying it across the room to its new designated spot.

The feeling has crawled up his arms, his brain is screaming that he's in danger and his chest is twisting painfully. But he did it, he did his job. Why does Douglas just look disappointed?

Bree's in the doorway, watching him with furrowed brows and glancing between him and their father, "Upstairs, now. We'll talk later," Douglas points, and it's not the reaction Chase expected even remotely. Mr. Davenport almost always replies with a ‘Now was that so hard?’, or just an irritated sigh and an eye roll.

It doesn't make sense, but he goes anyways.

#lab rats #lab rats elite force #lab rats: elite force #chase davenport #douglas davenport #autism #autistic #actually autistic #fanfiction #fanfic #wilt3d-libr4ry

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labrats-and-clonetroopers · 1 year

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"And I Pray that Our Stars Aren't Crossed" Ch. 8 (Chase Davenport x Ahsoka Tano)

Masterlist

Star Wars Masterlist

Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force Masterlist

LR/MM/EF x Star Wars [Ahsoka Tano/Chase Davenport] Masterlist

Chapter 7

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A Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force x Star Wars: The Clone Wars crossover.

Synopsis: The first time they met was a complete accident. The second time might have been the will of the Force.But there’s no use in pretending the third time was anything less than on purpose. And there’s no reason to ever be so far apart again that they have to plan a fourth.

Story Warnings: violence, character deaths

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They talk about the trandoshan moon, but only when there’s no one else around to listen. He’s not sure how or when they agreed to keep their past between themselves, but they do.

Maybe it would be too much of a hassle to have to explain everything. Maybe it’s the trauma that went along with it. Maybe he’s not willing to let everyone know that he’d already taken a number of lives before Krane. Maybe he’s still afraid his family would see him as…

It’s their quiet secret, though he knows eventually they’ll have to at least admit that they had known each other before.

They never talk about Mandalore.

He knows the grief was far worse for her than him, so he gives her the space to mourn alone when she needs to. It’s easier, he supposes, in a way too. Not ever talking about it makes it easier to block out Maul’s words echoing in his head. Ones only he heard; she doesn’t even know that he encountered the Dathomirian alone during the battle.

They talk about other things, the Elite Force, of superpowers and how they work. They talk about normal things, about Oliver’s crush on Skylar, about that awful picture of Davenport that Kaz set fire to and tossed over the balcony.

And it’s easy for the next few days, with no sign of Roman and Riker, with the blue summer skies and breathtaking view. Six teenagers that have just entered adulthood getting a moment to breathe.

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“What is it?” she asks curiously, looking at the small square in Chase’s hands.

“It’s kind of a cross between the cyber mask Mr. Davenport designed and the cyber cloak I created. This one will only camouflage your skin, montrals, and lekku to disguise you as a human.”

“So I can go out in public without dodging in and out of alleys and using a Jedi mind trick on anyone who accidentally sees me.”

“Basically.”

“How does it work?”

“You attach it to the side of your neck and tap the upper left hand corner to activate.”

She does so, watching in the mirror as her appearance transforms. Her skin mutes into a medium tan, markings disappearing. Her head tails camaflouge into her clothes, waist-length box braids an ombre of silvery white to grey blue taking their place.

“I can always program the hair differently if don’t like it…”

“Maybe in the future, to have other options, but I like this, I think it looks good.” She gives him a smile as she continues to appraise her reflection. “Your sister will be pleased she no longer has to drag Skylar by tooth and nail to have someone to shop at the mall with,” she jokes.

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Ahsoka raises an eyebrow marking as Bree bolts panting into the room.

“Please don’t tell me sisters on your planet use each other as punching bags to show their affection.”

The togruta shrugs. “Well, there’s nothing that I love more than a good sparring session…but if you’re talking about the deranged gundark Skylar’s turned into, then no.”

Bree leans over, trying to catch her breath. “I knew being roommates with an alien was going to be a little odd, but damn.”

“From the perspective of another alien, most of the species that interacted with the League of Heroes and Mighty Med tend to be a bit…unhinged.”

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“Well, I see Oliver’s training has turned out to be a disaster,” Ahsoka remarks.

“Why would you say that?” Kaz asks, grabbing another handful of popcorn.

“Because he’s nowhere to be seen, and Chase looks like he’s about to have a panic attack.” She crosses her arms. “So what did happen?”

“Oliver’s water vortex accidentally sent Mr. Davenport over the edge of the balcony, leaving him clinging onto the Davenhead. Oliver flew down to rescue him, and also got stuck on the Davenhead.” Chase explains.

“And now we’re waiting for them to Daven-splat,” Kaz finishes.

“So there’s no back-up plan if Oliver fails.”

“At the moment, no.” is Chase’s response.

“Well, Mandalore proved your molecular kinesis is strong enough to carry a person…”

“So if they fall, you take Oliver, and I take Mr. Davenport.”

“Seems pretty straightforward to me, Genius.” She smirks.

“Wait, who’s Mandalore?” Kaz interjects.

“Just another girl that’s out of your league,” she responds smoothly. “By the way, fire boy, I’ve just finished organizing you and Oliver’s fitness programs. If he falls, you’re doing double.”

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Chase finishes off his smoothie. “So, at the end of day, I think things worked out well. Oliver’s got his confidence back and is getting better control of his powers.”

“I’m still making Kaz do double.”

Chase shrugs. “I won’t argue the point.”

Ahsoka slurps the last remnants of her strawberry shake. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to try and expand our skills as well. Obviously, it’s priority to get Oliver and Kaz caught up as best we can training wise, but with your laser bo and all, sparring together could be helpful for us to improve our respective fighting techniques.”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” he responds, and he thinks he might have done so too energetically.

“Great,” she smiles, “It’ll be just like those weeks on Coruscant,” and it’s a nostalgic thing to say, but she doesn’t quite mean it all the way. They were only fifteen then, awkward but sincere friends. And they’re still a little awkward now, but this time she’s holding onto that spark that could make them into something more.

#and i pray that our stars aren't crossed #chase davenport x ahsoka tano #star wars x lab rats crossover #episode holding out for a hero #some direct quotes i believe?#not sure for this one since i wrote it so long ago #i would proofread it #but i'd cringe too much at my old writing

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heres a lab rats meme and an episode pitch around the concept

ok defense for why adam was placed with davenport as investors will be under the cut with the episode idea

the episode takes place either season 1 or two, where these one-off episodes kinda happened. heres the idea: davenport enters the lab looking excited and wearing a suit, he explains to the bionic trio that he is getting ready for a news conference all about his new crypto, davencoin.

A: "Crypto? Oh like that Indiana Jones story" B: "No, that's a crypt, not crypto........ What's crypto?" C: "Crypto, my friend, is bitcoin. it's hard to explain, but it's worth a lot of digitalized money in the form of tokens. It basically functions like the stock market." D: "That's right! And I finally have my own coin. I'm gonna be even richer than I am now!" C: "But Mr Davenport, Crypto takes a lot of computer processing power to make and earn, of which creates electricity usage more than what entire cities use. It's practically destroying the environment, especially region's like the amazon forest and-" D: (shushes him with his finger) "Well, sometimes in order to win a little we have to take losses. And in this case, I'm winning, and those stupid monkeys in the forest are losing!" Davenport exists looking triumphant, the trio share a look between them. we are now inside the school, where there are students in the main hall with clipboards and signs for a march for animal and environmental rights. Leo walks past them with the bionic trio, sighing as he does. L: "What idiot would waste their after-school time to protest for something as dumb as this?" bionic trio nod and exit the scene, heading for class. Leo hangs back as he gets something out of his backpack. Janelle walks past him with a clipboard, wearing a green environmental shirt. Leo stares at her and begins to run after her L: "This idiot would! Hey Janelle wait up, Is that a sign up sheet?" as Janelle and Leo talk about the march, mostly Janelle explaining and Leo trying to find a way to classify it as a date, Perry interrupts the students. P: "All right! That's it, you're clogging up the halls with all these dumb posters. I don't want to hear a single thing from any of you about the environment, or you're gonna be suspended!" L: "Welp, you heard her. Looks like you're free tonight! Hey so how about we go to the arcade..." Janelle gives leo and unimpressed look. J: "Of course, I should have known you don't actually care about any of this." she makes to leave, but Leo suddenly shouts. L: "Hey! Principle Perry! If you want us to be quiet, you're gonna have to make us! Save the earth! Save the earth!" He punctuates this with punching his fist in the air, making other students join in Perry struggles back as the crowd swarms her, all shouting with Leo. They lift him up and cheer as Perry is shut into her office. Back in the lab later that day, the bionic trio are looking at Davenports actual coin on their screen. C: "Okay, so maybe destroying the environment isn't so bad?" Eddy chimes in from the wall E: "Hey! You're starting to sound like me! Actually, let's get some footage of the amazon forest right now!" Eddy's screen shows acres of land that has been clear-cut. The bionic trio wince and look away. B: "We have to figure out some way to get rid of it, then! We can't let Mr Davenport sell this!" C: "He'll ground us for our entire lives if we just throw it away, there has to be something we can do. Maybe we can encrypt it with some kind of virus so he can't sell it-" while Chase talks, Adam looks over at the screen. He furrows his eyebrow, then hits a button. A: "There! It's all gone!" C: "What?! Adam what did you do!?" A: "I sold it. That way he still makes money! Easy peasy." B: "Adam. Mr Davenport has a press meeting tonight in order to sell it! How is he going to sell it if you just sold it all?" A: "Uh. Hm. You have a good point!" C: "Oh no. Oh no this is bad. We need to find some way to get it all back, or- or to make the entire stock of it drop in value so we can buy it before the conference! Ok, I'm going to need to run some numbers here. Has there been any football games recently? Does anyone know If there's a ghibli movie airing in japan tonight?" B: "Okay, calm down. There has to be a way to get the stock to drop." A: "What if we.... tell everyone not to buy it?" C: "That-! Is actually... on the right track. What if we sabotage the event? Mr Davenport wont be able to even show off the coin, and no

one will want to buy it anyways!" B: "That's perfect! Now we don't need to worry about him killing off all those cute little monkeys!" A: "Heheh. Monkeys." C: "Alright, how good are you at being distracting?" Bree superspeeds off, returning nearly instantly in a bright outfit covered in lights, streamers, bells, and sequins. C: "Right. Shouldn't have even asked. Adam how good are you at making a fool of yourself in front of a crowd?" Adam looks up from where he was attempting to lick his own elbow.

back at the school, the students have stayed after school to protest in the gym solely against Principle Perry she is fending them off from behind a table with a pool noodle. J: "Y'know Leo, I really thought you were doing this all because you wanted to hang out with me. It's really great to see you actually care." P: "Stay back! Stay back you heathens! I had tuna for lunch and I'm not afraid to breathe on you!" L: "Yep. I'm pretty awesome." P: "Y'know! Awfully Ironic that Leo of all people is leading you against me like this! Especially since his father is premiering his Crypto coin on TV tonight!" everyone stops to look at Leo, feeling betrayed. J: "Leo, is this true?" L: "I..... Um.... Maybe? Look, I just wanted to help-" J: "No. Come on everyone, Let's go. We have a march to make over to a press conference." Leo is left behind, looking dejected. P: "Serves you right for trying to overthrow me like that! You are being put in detention, and are going to be emptying trash cans for the rest of the year if I have anything to say about it! Let's see how much you care about the environment now!" Leo looks ready to accept his fate, before he steadies himself. L: "Actually, I have just one more thing to do." Leo runs off after the students. backstage at the press conference, The bionic trio wish their father well as he steps out onto the stage. They give him thumbs ups and waves before turning around and getting into gear. Adam takes off his shirts, having painted himself with the phrase "Crypto smells!" on his stomach. Bree takes off a hoodie to show her outfit. Chase puts a headset on and pulls out a tablet. C: "Alright, I'll hack in and control the lights and sound, you guys have to stall until I do that. Once I'm done, I'll give the signal and you can run away as I turn off all the power." the trio all run off, getting ready. Mr Davenport is on the stage thanking everyone, telling them about Davencoin. in the background, we see the students approaching with their signs, but aren't able to get past all the news crews. They struggle, only being able to watch what is happening on stage through the cameras around them. (Tasha is one of said crews, doing her news anchor thing) Just as Mr davenport is about to show off an example of the coin, Adam runs out behind him, jumping up and down and showing off his painted stomach. Mr Davenport is confused at the laughter until he turns around and sees Adam, yelling out in surprise and pushing him off the stage. D: "Sorry about that! Someone must have let a heckler in. Now then-" He draws everyone attention back. Bree suddenly pops out from behind a curtain. She blows on a whistle, shaking pom poms and jumping around so she looks extra flashy and glittery. "Say no to crypto! Or something! Save the envriroment!" the crowd boos her, but she continues hopping around and making noise. The students in the back start to join in, holding up signs and pushing through the press. Leo is shown to have joined everyone at the back, He shouts out for bree and waves at her. Adam hears from behind the stage, running out into the crowd and making his way to him. backstage, Chase struggles for a little bit with the tablet, but finally makes it into the system. With a few lines of text, he shuts down the power of the entire area, even the camera people. Bree, Leo, and Adam get all the students to follow them, making a chain and succesfully getting all the protesters out before anyone gets hurt. Janelle, Adam, Bree, Leo, and Chase ahve reconvened in front of the Davenport house, looking like they had run away with the rest of the students splitting up. J: "Wow Leo, I was really wrong about you. I can't believe you and your siblings organized that all! I'm really sorry for judging you like that." L: "Hey, don't mention it. Seriously. I'm already getting detention. If my parents find out I was there-" J: "Alright, I promise. See you later Leo!" after she leaves, Leo turns to look at the bionic trio, looking happy but a little confused. L: "I don't really

know what you guys did, but this is awesome! Hey, if I start a green club at school, you're joining, right?" flash forward, the bionic trio are in the lab, cringing as Davenport steps in, looking livid. D: "What did you guys do?! That was my premier! Now no one on earth is going to want to buy Davencoin! The stock has fallen into negative numbers!" As he is yelling, one of Davenport's cryptobros calls him via facetime. cryptobro: "Nice job tonight davenport! We saw on the blockchain that you sold all your coin beforehand, making anyone who bought that stuff complete suckers who payed millions!" Davenport looks up at the bionic trio, sighing, looking like he wants to be mad but cant. D: "Fine! It was a good strategy, but do not mess with my crypto ever again!" A: "Alright, fine, we'll get rid of the money." Davenport lunges towards the computer, but adam has already pushed the button. Davenport yells out and bangs his fist on the table, storming out of the room. A: "Don't worry! I donated it to the amazon! The forest is winning now!" something something catchy episode one liner at the end. boom! over! uhh yeah thats my crypto lab rats episode. its short and could def be improved but this was 100% stream of consciousness. The Leo B-plot needs a lot of retouching. But it all works out in the end and the crypto guys loose! Woo! Adam accidentally manipulating the crypto network and then remedying it by donating all the money is some himbo shit and i rly like it.

#lab rats #chase davenport #adam davenport #bree davenport #donald davenport #leo dooley #oh and please add any funny suggestions or additions #i would love to hear em

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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"Just jump, I’ll catch you."

Merle and his kiddos/Angus lol

75. “Just jump, I’ll catch you.”

Angus still wasn't sure if this decision had been a good idea, but he needed the college credit. Granted, the credit was phrased as "an internship", so really, Angus could have gone anywhere. His first choice had been working with Mr. Kravitz or Mr. Barry or Miss Lup, but Mr. Kravitz very gently explained to him that "flesh people don't do well in these types of situations" and he had been turned down.

He had wanted to work with Mr. Magnus next, that hadn't gone down well, either, because there was an emergency batch of puppies that desperately needed training, and they needed more experienced hands.

Director Lucretia was a no-go, seeing as she no longer employed children and/or younger teens for "legal reasons" and "please stop asking, Angus". Captain Davenport, similarly, wasn't taking internships, though seeing as Angus wasn't sure if he got seasick or not, this might have been for the better.

Thus, Angus was here, holding a cushy, well-paid internship at Merle's Extreme Teen Adventures Junior. The "junior" had been added once Mr. Merle opened up spots for younger kids and as much as Angus would have liked to work at the original venue, it was hard to be a boss of people who were the same age or older than you.

Still. Angus had helped defeat the apocalypse and, to be honest, he'd rather do that again than be here.

"Mookie!" Merle called up the tree. A child-sized blur moved slightly. Angus had cracked his glasses yesterday and hadn't gotten them fixed yet. "It's gonna be okay!"

All in all, most of the kids were chaotic but well-behaved when it came to an authority figure. For some reason, they respected Merle more than they did Angus, but Angus supposed that came with the territory of "I had my name blasted into the heads of everyone in existence". Unfortunately, the same amount of respect did not apply to Mookie Highchruch, who had been Angus's toughest camper this year.

And he was currently stuck in a tree. For someone who was afraid of heights, Mookie really loved climbing trees.

"I'm scared!" Mookie hollered back.

"It'll be okay!" Merle said. "Angus is gonna catch you!"

"What?" Angus said.

"What?" Mookie repeated, sounding much more excited.

"Mr. Merle," Angus said. "Sir, I don't think I can-"

"You know feather fall, right?" Merle interrupted, not looking away from Mookie.

"Yes?"

"Well then, there ya go!"

"Uhm," Angus said. Internship. College credit. It'd be a bad performance to throttle your boss. Right. "If- if you say so, sir!"

"Alright, Mooks!" Merle called up again. "When I count to three, your gonna jump, okay? Towards the kid, preferably! Think of it like, uh- like a diving board? You love diving boards!"

When Angus squinted up at him, he could see Mookie nodding seriously. Angus stepped back a few paces.

"On the count of three, Mooks!" Merle said. Angus got his wand at the ready. "One!" Mookie shut his eyes tightly. "Two!" Angus steadied himself, his heart pounding. If it was a bad performance to throttle your boss, killing their kid would probably be even worse. "Three!"

Mookie jumped. Angus nearly lost grip on his wand, but he shot a silvery spell towards Mookie and it hit, slowing his descent almost immediately. Mookie still had his eyes jammed shut. Merle patted his hip, nodding approvingly.

"Good job, kid," he said and Angus glowed a little with pride. Once within reach, he reached up and plucked Mookie from the air and into his arms. Angus grunted a little with the effort and set Mookie down. Once he was on solid ground, his eyes opened again.

"Woah," he said, wide-eyed. He glanced between Merle, Angus, and the tree. In a flash, he tried to scramble for the tree again, but Merle seemed to have been expecting it and caught the back of his shirt to stop him. Mookie demanded, "again! Pleeeeeease, again!"

"Not right now, fireball," Merle chuckled. "We gotta get back to camp! Don't'cha wanna tell all your friends about you bravely jumping from the tree?"

"Yeah!!" Mookie said, escaping Merle's grasp and sprinting back to camp. Merle rubbed his wrist a little.

"I don't think I get paid enough for this, sir," Angus said. Merle laughed.

"I'll give ya a bonus," he said, starting back towards camp. "C'mon."

#merle highchurch #mookie highchurch #angus mcdonald #taz #mine #asks #ise cube writing #anon

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ultralightpoe · 2 years

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Sleepovers Part 3 - Bucky Barnes

Description: Bucky and his neighbor have a movie night

Authors Note: LOL I LOVE THIS SERIES! REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 2, 904

Part 1 HERE ------- Part 2 HERE

MAIN Master List - - Marvel Master List

Bucky answered the door before you even managed to knock, excitement lacing his features. He had just finished brushing his hair when he heard you making your way across the hall, greeting Davenport as she left her own apartment.

Then you were at his door and he was swinging it open. “Oh hey! Sorry I was late, had to finish up an email and my friends called me.” “It’s no problem, I just had to pick up the pizzas” Bucky shrugs, letting you into the apartment. “I set up the movie already.”

“Perfect! I brought these brownie bite things. Figured dessert was a necessity.” You smile, holding up the brownies which had a smile spreading across his face.

“So you talked to your friends?”

“Yeah. We do a weekly facetime call with each other since I moved out here.” You explain, following him to the couch.

“You guys super close?” He asks, handing you a paper plate and opening the lids to the pizzas he got.

“Yes! We are a little girl gang.” You laugh nervously, girl gang was a bit of an understatement. You had been friends since you decided to start your life as an spy.

Gotham was always really loud at night, the sounds of cars honking and sirens were natural amongst the streets. You always hated it when you were trying to get a decent night's rest but on nights like these you used it to your advantage.

Honestly you were hoping to be in bed within the next hour, but this subject would not wrap their shit up. You were tasked with watching Selena Kyle for the night, Mr. Penguin was hoping to figure out whether she had something to do with his safe going missing. But Kyle has been watching tv for the last 3 hours, she must have fallen asleep because the show she had been watching had turned to a boring news channel. The woman hadn’t moved.

“Bored yet?” A low sultry voice asks from beside you causing you to whip around with your stun gun at the ready.

“Are you…. Are you dressed like a cat right now?” You laugh, looking to the cat ears on the leather suit.

“What? You don’t like them?” The figure teases, moving closer as her heels click on the roof beneath her. “Thought they added a nice touch.”

“Mmm, sure.”

“Why you watching Selina?”

“You know her? A friend of yours?”

“You could say that.”

“Well then you should let her know that Penguin is looking into her.”

“Looking into Selina? But she’s just a low little intern” The figure giggles, looking to the window.

“I’ve been watching a stack of pillows all night haven’t I?”

“No. You’ve been watching my friend Harley work off a hangover.” She laughs, watching you holster the stun gun.

You had spent the rest of the night with Selina on the roof, next thing you know you were running with the Gotham City Sirens. Girl gang was not a proper term, your group were straight up criminals.

“How about you? Friends?” You ask before he can ask more questions, getting comfortable.

“Steve, as everyone knows. And Sam.” Bucky smiles. “Nat is pretty great too but she is going through some stuff right now.”

“That doesn’t sound fun.”

“It’s not. But that’s how life is.” He smiles before turning on the movie.

You stayed for hours, watching all the movies and laughing whenever he got a jumpscare. When you finally decided to go to your apartment he was a gentleman and walked you across the hall, saying goodnight.

Your heart, although you tried to even it, was beating out your chest and you walked straight to your room before Cassidy even got the chance to see you. Falling into the pillows of the bed, your skin hot with a flush as you thought about Bucky before an alert from your computer caught your attention.

BRUCE: Need intel. Keep eyes peeled.

A low sigh escaped you, this mission would never end would it?

The next day you got up early, grabbing some of your gear and getting ready to go. Cassidy was already blaring the screamo music and you were sure you’d have to make it up to Mrs. Davenport later. Not that you needed to, you just actually liked your neighbors mission or not.

You were just about to head out for the day but when you swung your door open Cassidy was already there. “Can I help you?”

She seemed to flush out at the question which had you a bit suspicious, standing up straighter. You waited a moment, holding the door closely to cover your room, not that you had anything laying out that wasn’t normal, just stacks and stacks of books. But you didn’t want her getting any ideas.

“I was just wanting to know if you would be home for dinner tonight.” She lies, teeth gritting a bit.

“I have no clue, not that I ever eat with you.” You raise an eyebrow, making it clear you don’t believe her.

“Okay fine. You went over to 2B’s place and I want to know what he is like,” She whines and for some reason you don’t seem to believe that either. But you push past her, shutting and locking your door while you shrug.

“He’s pretty cool.”

“Okay.” She smiles, turning to her own room.

“Okay? That’s it? That’s all you wanted to know?” You laugh, watching her shut the door with a shrug.

It takes you all but a minute to get to the elevator and call Bruce.

“Not the time Y/N.” He grumbles through the phone, the sound of Damian and Dick arguing in the background.

“Cassidy, the roommate, is definitely trying to get into my r-”

“Hey Y/n.” Bucky greets, walking onto the elevator with you which has you blanching.

“Hey mom I gotta go, bye” You rush out, hanging up the phone. “Hey! It’s a bit early for you isn’t it?”

“What? Oh no. I have training today.” Bucky blushes, holding up his duffel bag that must have been filled with gym clothes and water. “What are you up to today?”

“Oh, I’m…. I’m just going to go grab some things for my boss today.” You shrug, holding up your own bag. “Easy day really.”

“ That’s good.” He smiles, which you hate to admit has your heart in your throat. “Maybe tonight we could do chinese and your choice of movie?”

You could hear the nervousness in the question, the slight hesitation and that itself made you smile.

“Only if you let me buy the chinese.”

“Deal.” He laughs, holding out his flesh hand to shake on it, his grip warm and gentle.

“You ever seen the scream movies?” You laugh.

“No. Not yet.” He admits, shaking his head in humor as your phone dings.

BRUCE: I’ll have Alfred look over your camera footage now to watch if she tries to get in. Also since I am now your mother I am grounding you from seeing that boy.

Bucky was in a great mood by the time he made it to the avengers tower, earlier than usual which has Steve giving him an odd look.

“I wasn’t expecting you for another 30 minutes, and I was also excited to hear the half assed excuse for the tardy.” The blonde teases while Sam and Nat enter the gym behind him.

“I had a little motivation to get out of bed today.” This has Nat whistling and Sam wiggling his eyebrows while Steve blushes a beet red. “Do I want to know?”

“Yes.” Sam answers, moving to the locker rooms to change.

Bucky tells them about you once they are all dressed and ready to spar, talking through the stretches. He doesn’t hide the smile when he talks about you scaring him halfway through the second conjuring.

“Wait, conjuring wasn’t on my list? Why wasn’t that on my watch list?” Steve asks, perplexed while Nat laughs behind him, “Because you would hate it.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because it’s a horror movie, Stevie.” Bucky answers, moving to the center of the mat to start sparring with Sam.

“I got 5 on Buck.” Steve mumbles the same time Nat cheers “5 ON SAM!”

It lasts 2 minutes, ending with Bucky pinning Sam which has Steve clapping. “Rematch,” Bucky offers which Sam eagerly nods to.

“Wait, you said she works for Wayne? Like Bruce Wayne?” Nat asks, shock littering her face as Sam does a low whistle.

“Who is Bruce Wayne?” Steve mumbles, looking to Nat for the answer.

“Rich guy, Stark HATES him. They always get in eachothers face during the Wayne fundraiser.” Nat explains, moving across the mat to spar with Sam which has Bucky moving to Steve.

“If Stark hates him then why does he go to the fundraiser?”

“Because it’s pr.” Sam laughs before Natasha knocks him down with one kick. “Ouch Nat.”

“Sam’s right. If Tony didn’t go then it would be admitting defeat in the public image. This year Wayne invited all of us.”

“All of us? Who is all of us?” Steve mumbles, turning to look for someone else.

“Anyone with Avenger stamped into their title.”

“Oh I am so excited, I’ve always wondered how the fundraiser was.” Sam smiles, standing up slower than normal.

“You think Y/n will be there?” Steve asks, switching places with Sam.

“I can find out.” Bucky shrugs. “Any word on your sister Nat?”

She either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him because within seconds her and Steve were sparring.

“By the way Wilson, I know you let us win easily so we could gossip instead of spar.” Bucky glares and Sam laughs.

3 Hours later the four of them are sitting in a pancake place and discussing Yelena finally. Natasha had been obsessing over finding her sister for awhile and they had finally spotted her in Spain, one step closer.

“Steve and I are leaving tomorrow to follow her lead in Budapest.” Nat explains stealing fruit from Sam’s plate.

“You think she’ll be there?”

“Yes. I just have a gut feeling.” Nat shrugs while Sam attempts to snatch some fruit back.

“Tony just texted about the fundraiser.” Steve interrupts, dropping his fork on his plate to open his phone.

“What’d he say?”

“I want everyone to look their best for the fundraiser next Saturday. Bruce is introducing his new wife and I don’t want him showing us all up.” Steve reads off, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think the rich understand what fundraisers are.”

“Probably not.” Bucky laughs.

You knock on his door at exactly 6, looking a little tired when he opens it up with a grin. “Woah, easy day kick your ass?”

“Got stuck in an elevator in Avenger tower stalking you.” You tease, shrugging. “Just kidding, I was running around all day.”

That part was true enough, you had been running across the city's skyscrapers all day watching your target, shit was tough work. But you had given up to go get the chinese for tonight, which was held in your right had as Bucky let you into the apartment.

“The chinese smells amazing,” He smiles, moving to grab paper plates and utensils for you both.

“Best chinese in town. Some kid named Peter used to deliver it awhile back and it would take him 4 minutes, no joke. I think he could fly.” You laugh, following Bucky to the couches while he laughs as well.

“Hey you work under Bruce Wayne right?”

“Yup. Personal assistant.”

“If you’re his personal assistant then why did you leave Gotham?”

“I’m helping start some buildings over here.” You lie, shrugging.

“That sounds like a lot of work.”

“It is.” This was true, you nearly broke an ankle slipping up today.

“Are you going to that fundraiser thing?”

“The Wayne fundraiser? Yeah, I helped him find all the artifacts he will be selling there.”

“Artifacts?”

“Paintings, necklaces, there is a shoe from the titanic in the exhibit as well though I have no clue who will want that.” You laugh. “Let me guess, you were invited as an avenger?”

“Yeah, Tony wants us all looking our best. No embarrassing him.” Bucky sighs, pulling up scream. “This movie a horror movie?”

“Even better. Final Girl slasher.”

“What?”

“Just wait.”

An hour later the chinese and fortune cookies had been demolished and Bucky was staring intently at the screen while you braid his hair.

“Gotta be the boyfriend right?”

“But the boyfriend was stabbed. In the bedroom.”

“No. I don’t believe it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Way too performative. If the killer wants her so badly then why waste time like that? Gotta be two killers. Not to mention the beginning, there is no way one killer managed to string her up like that.” He explains while you finish off the braid. “It’s Stu and Billy.”

You laugh when he turns to look at you for confirmation, a look of slasher thrill on his face. “Why would Stu kill his girlfriend?”

“That was for sure Billy, and what an awkward way to die. Skirt that short and hanging from a garage door? Messed up.” He blushes, reaching back to feel his braid.

“Did you ever have short hair?” You ask, watching him touch the braid.

“Yeah, it was a requirement for the military.”

“Do you like it long now?”

“No. But I know the avengers would tease me about asking to cut my hair and I don’t want to go get it cut because well……people know me.”

“I can cut it.” You offer, a smile spreading.

“You? You can cut hair?”

“I cut Selina’s all the time.” You laugh and he nods his head. “Sure then.”

It’s silent while you cut his hair, Bucky watching the movie and you concentrating on his hair. Everytime you accidentally touched his neck your skin seemed to light up slightly and your nerves were beginning to get the best of you.

“Hah. Knew it.” He mumbles while Stu and Billy give their little speech and smiles through the rest of the movie until the ending credits were rolling through.

“I still have to take off some hair so would you like to start the second?” You offer, staring at what needs to be done. “Works for me.”

You finish his hair, both of you taking a break from the movie to clean it up before you keep watching. You pass out sometime during the 4th, which Bucky sees and readjusts you so that you are comfortable and warm under the blanket before he goes into his own room.

By the time he wakes up the next morning he smells breakfast which confuses him to no end, finding you in the kitchen cooking.

“Hey, I brought over some stuff to make breakfast.” You smile, holding up the pancake batter you had been working on. “The hair looks great.”

“Yeah? You think?” He smiles, doing a little spin to show you.

“Oh for sure, you should give me the name of your stylist.”

“Mmmmm no.” He laughs, sitting on the counter to watch you cook. “I have to head over to the compound today but want another movie night?”

“I actually have to pick my friends up tonight, they rented an airbnb near here that we will all be staying at.” You sigh, plating some of the food and moving to sit by him.

“Friends from Gotham?”

“Yep. Selina, Pammy and Harleen.”

“That sounds like fun.” He offers disappointment written on his face.

“We can do lunch?”

“Oh that’s be cool. There is a little shop near the tower that is pretty good.”

“Sounds great.” You smile, writing your number down on a piece of paper. “Just text me here what time I should be there.”

Tony was in a mood, the kind of mood that had workers avoiding him at all costs. Sam gave him a look that said ‘don’t cause trouble’ and Bucky knew he wouldn’t be making lunch. “Damn.” He muttered, texting you to cancel.

Seven minutes later you sent back a frown with the words maybe next time.

That night you picked up the girls at the airport, all of them shoving you into a hug and suffocating you.

“Can’t. Breathe.” You whispered which has Harley letting you go.

“Aw, spoilsport.” She whines, grabbing the balloons you had picked on the way there.

“Did you get all your intel today?” Selina asks, freshly manicured hands reaching out to hold yours while you lead them through the airport.

“Sadly yes.” You sigh, the guilt eating away at you.

Last night when Bucky had thought you were asleep you had actually been awake, the second you heard him snoring in his room you had found his mission suit and grabbed the flash drive out of one of the pockets. You finally had your hands on the intel.

“You’re upset that you had to steal from him” Pamela notes, climbing into the backseat of your car with Harley beside her. You didn’t answer, they all already knew.

“That was the mission Y/n.” Selina whispers softly.

“Half the mission. I still have to find who else was going for it.” You snap, “Let’s hope he doesn’t catch on to the mission before I manage to do that.”

If Bucky Barnes found out about the flashdrive, you were sure your heart would break.

(( DISCONTINUED..))

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #dc #dc comics #dc imagine

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Cycle 0 - Interviews

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Taako Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in transmutation and inventive magical applications.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

Davenport likes to think of himself as calm and composed. It’s hard to throw him off. He has to be in order to have gotten this far in his mission as fast as he has.

But when he turns around from shutting the door to see his interviewee with his feet kicked up on the table, twirling a wand through his fingers, he’s a little shocked. He’s been doing these interviews for two days now, and even the more relaxed and confident people have held a bit more sense for decorum.

It’s a bit rude.

It’s also a little interesting.

He sits at his desk, pulling the elf’s papers away from his boots (shiny, and though they look expensive he can see they’re worn down and well taken care of) and glances down. “Tell me, Taako Taaco, what makes you want to explore the planerverse?”

“Bored.”

If the feet on the desk threw him off for a second, that floors him entirely. “Bored?”

“I’ve got nothing else to do on this plane, why not, you know?”

“No burning desire to go further than any being has gone before?” That’s one of the normal responses, the well-planned out speeches he keeps getting in response to his opening question.

The elf crosses his feet, leaning back somehow further into the provided chair. Davenport worries for a second that he may fall as he continues on, “that’s cool too, I guess. But I figure, why wouldn’t you want the great Taaco name aboard your ship.”

Davenport picks up a pen from his table and makes a small note on the paperwork, “no offense, Mr. Taaco, but you’re rather cavalier about this interview that determines whether or not you’re accepted into a program that may redefine our understanding of the world.”

The elf shrugs and takes his feet off of Davenport’s desk, flashing him a smirk, “you’ve seen my sister’s paperwork, yeah? No way you’re not going to accept her, and we’re a package deal. Says it right there in bold at the top of my application, my man.” It does, in fact, say that at the top. Cursive words noting how he refuses to accept any position on the ship if his sister isn't there too. When reviewing who he was interviewing today, he saw similar words on Lup Taaco’s paperwork.

“You’re very confident in your sister’s abilities.” Davenport begins, pausing for a second as he notes the way the elf begins to tense up before continuing, “however, I wouldn’t sell yourself so short. You also graduated top of your class, and excelled in the art of transmutation multiple times. One of your letters of recommendation even noted how you made many spells easier to cast, somatically speaking.”

“What can I say, I’ll find any short cut I can.”

Davenport makes another note on his paper. “Now, I do need to ask about your record of petty theft.”

“Oh, natch.”

Lup Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in evocation and applied magic regarding planar research.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

“Lup Taaco, it is nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Captain.” The woman in front of him smiles. The resemblance to her brother couldn’t be more clear, and though her demeanor is quite similar, she at least doesn’t have her feet on his desk.

Not that his desk is anything fancy, but the point stands. “I’m not technically the captain yet, you know.”

“Potato, potato.”

Davenport is fairly certain that’s not how that phrase is used. “You did research into the planes at Tredore, correct?”

“Quite a bit, yeah. I’m sure my brother told you?”

The slight tilt of her head and lit of her voice tells Davenport this is some sort of test, which is confusing and a bit disconcerting, considering he is the one conducting the interview. He checks a quick box on his papers. “He talked you up a bit, yes. But this is your own interview, and I wanted to discuss your own knowledge with you, personally.”

She smiles, a touch more warmth to it than her previous attitude. “Oh, of course. Did quite a bit of studying at Tredore. First real school we attended. Kinda boring at times, you know?”

“If you’re accepted into this program, it’s going to be four intense months of studying and teaching you the more complex workings of the ship. Plus the two months of actually being on the ship.”

“That’s the fun stuff. Not a third semester in a row of another language I already figured out most of years ago.”

“How many languages do you speak, Ms. Taaco?”

“Including common, five languages.”

“Impressive.” Davenport himself only speaks three. “Now, I would like to ask you about your criminal record, if you don’t mind?”

Her smile grew sharp as she laughs.

Honestly, he isn’t surprised. Her explanation is the same as her brothers. Grew up on the road, needed food and other items on occasion. Didn’t always run fast enough. Davenport can’t fault them, and certainly won’t hold it against them.

He glances down at her paperwork, about to ask another question about her education, when she speaks up. “I’ve got a question for you, Captain.”

“Oh?”

“The ship- we’re really going with the name ‘The Starblaster’?”

Davenport sighs. He knew this question was coming, but he was expecting it to come during a press conference from a reporter, not a potential shipmate. “Yes. To be fair, it was a communal name we put to a vote from everyone who worked on building the engine.”

Ms. Taaco smiles. “Dope.”

Barry J. Bluejeans. 37 years old. Human. Wizard; specialization in applied magic regarding bonds and planar research.

Previous experience: Current assistant professor at Duffman University of the Arcane, part-time employee at the Institute of Planer Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Previous altercations regarding necromancy; no crimes against the nature of life and death ever committed.

Mr. Bluejeans is an interesting man. By the look of him, you’d expect to see him fumbling his way through a PTA meeting for his two kids. Instead, Davenport is staring down the word ‘necromancy’ on his paperwork on an application regarding literal planar travel on a ship called 'the Starblaster.'

So far, the interview has been going well. He’d listened to the man explain his research into the arcane, and he’d understood planar travel as well as any of the current scientists and engineers at the Institute. He was called in often for conferences and meetings about the bond engine. He’d seen the man walking around on occasion. They’d never been in a meeting together before, but he’d seemed nice.

But he also had a history of necromancy.

Now, Davenport doesn’t like to judge people. However, being in an enclosed space with someone who needed to specify he had never technically committed “crimes against the nature of humanity” isn’t the most comforting.

But, he was a smart man. Easy to get along with, too. So far. Necromancy notwithstanding.

Best to get it over with, “so, Mr. Bluejeans. I do need to ask about your criminal record-”

“Oh! Yeah, I never killed anyone. Or un- killed anyone. Uh, resurrected, I mean. Just did lots of studying into the application of necromancy and necromantic spells. Got in trouble because I toed the line of ‘research’ and ‘bringing my cat back to life,’ but got a stern talking to. Didn’t try it again, and don’t plan on needing to deal with those types of authorities again.”

Okay, normal enough answer, far as the situation applies-

“My current research into it has stayed purely theoretical, and it won’t interfere with the mission at all.”

So the man is still into necromancy.

Davenport glances down at the man’s file, thick with it’s attached papers Bluejeans has done on planar research. He’s not even stuck up about his level of education, and that’s extremely rare for the field.

Holding back a sigh, Davenport asks, “Can you explain the paper you wrote on the outer planes interactions with the inner planes for me?”

It was a really good paper.

But the man is still into necromancy.

Lucretia. 20. Human. Chronicler; Specialization in journalism.

Previous experience: Due to multiple NDA, she is unable to give us the exact number and titles of books she has written, but she sent letters of recommendation from Duke Rensburg, Lady Norabelle, and Warren of the Seatree Clan.

Criminal Record: Acquisition and attempted use of a false ID.

“So, Ms. Lucretia, I understand you cannot provide us with most examples of your works, but from what you have provided, you seem to be very, very good.”

“I like to think so, yes.” The young woman in front of him seems polite. She’s quiet; he saw her waiting outside with a few others before her interview, and while most of them were engaged in some awkward small talk, she sat away from them. Likely partially due to her age- she is much younger than the people outside- but she also simply seems quiet.

Which wouldn’t be the worst quality in someone you would be sharing a small, enclosed space with for an extended period of time. But, if she couldn’t bond with the others sufficiently, the bond engine won’t work.

(Hell, the bond engine was already finicky, they figured out the tech only a month ago, and they only have four months to bond an entire crew to pilot it and-)

“Can you explain to me why you acquired a fake ID and tried to use it at a, uh,” Davenport glances down at the records in front of him, holding back a chuckle, “at the forbidden section of the Library of Runar?”

Lucretia looks uncomfortable for a second, and he’s sure if the lighting in the room were better he would be able to see her flush with embarrassment. She gives him a hesitant smile, “I can’t get into the explicit details, but I was working on a book for an older client whose memory was becoming patchy, and I wanted to confirm some details before I put their name to it. They wouldn’t allow me into the section without the proper documents, but my client refused to agree that I should double check his work, even though I was almost certain he was wrong, so I simply… found a way to get past their guard. I wasn’t going to steal anything and I was going to use the proper equipment to read through the documents.”

Davenport smiles, “pursuit of knowledge and truth is important to you, then?”

“I don’t think spreading lies, especially in that context, is very honorable, no.” Her hands are folded in her lap now, and she seems a bit more relaxed.

Considering the others he is planning on accepting, he may be wrong about her getting along with them. Anyone willing to break the law just to prove an old man wrong would at least get along with him. Davenport refuses to have any pushovers aboard his ship.

Magnus Burnsides. 19. Fighter; Specialization in protection fighting and mechanical engineering.

Previous experience: Current bouncer at Apex Club. Currently enrolled in Gallier’s Fighter Academy and College.

Criminal Record: One count of assault and battery, appealed for defense of another person present. One count of indecent exposure and public intoxication.

Davenport will be the first to admit it can be tricky to follow human aging patterns, but he knows he’s not mistaken in thinking the man in front of him is barely out of “child” territory. Nineteen is a very, very small amount of time to be alive. Also, a very, very small amount of time to learn important things, like how to run what is basically a ship right out of a science fiction novel- complete with breakthrough technology.

Despite this, it’s hard to not find the young man in front of him to be endearing, and mostly knowledgeable in the things they need him to be.

“Magnus. You’re very young, one of the youngest applicants we have. What makes you think you’re qualified as the head of security of the ship?”

The young man in front of him- Gods, he really is young- grins and lifts his arms to flex, a show of pride and ego almost unbefitting of an interview setting, “Have you seen my muscles? I’m very strong, and a very good fighter.”

Many of today’s interviews have been quite different than he was expecting.

“I was referring more to job experience.”

“Oh!” Magnus shifts in his seat, fingers drumming against the table as he thinks. “I worked as a bouncer for a club while I was in college and did, if I must toot my own horn, a very good job. You should have a letter of recommendation from the owner-” He leans forwards, reaching a hand out as if to look through his own files to show him the letter.

“Yes, I did read through it. She was very thorough in stating how eager you were to help.” Davenport glances down at the papers in front of him, holding back a sigh. It truly was a glowing review of this young man. While his grades from the aforementioned college weren’t the highest, especially in classes one might consider important for an institute of planar research, the two letter of recommendations he submitted from teachers of his explained how Burnsides was very persistent when he wanted to learn something he didn’t know. He also had taken quite a few classes regarding vehicles- not enough to claim the young man was an expert but enough to provide a solid basis to show him how things worked and could be repaired on the ship.

The kid’s attitude was something of a breath of fresh air in this place. However, there was one glaring concern.

“I was also a bit concerned about the criminal record we have on file for you. Assault and battery as well as the indecent exposure and public-”

“In my defense for the second one, I was drunk with some friends and maybe thought it’d be funny to streak in the lake. Who hasn’t been to a party that gets a little out of hand.” He holds his hands out as if to say “am I right?”

Off the record, Davenport is inclined to agree that he was right. On the record, he is choosing to ignore it. “And the assault and battery? The file says it was in defense of a young person.”

Burnsides grins, “that’s how I got hired as the bouncer!”

He waits a moment, expecting Magnus to continue. When it seems the young man is assuming that is enough explanation, he prompts, “by beating up a man outside the club?”

“Yeah! He was harassing someone outside, and I was walking home and passed by. I told him to step off, and he didn’t. So I decked him, and he was out right away.”

It lined up with the records he had, and honestly, seeing someone so ready to step up to the defense of a stranger was a good quality. Better than some of the older applicants who were much more… formal in their training. He wonders briefly how Burnsides would react to an altercation against someone with magic.

Glancing down at his records, he guesses he would run headfirst without thinking.

Stifling a small grin, Davenport continues, “Now, tell me. Assume we’re up in space, and something goes wrong with the bond engine. What would your course of action be, Mr. Burnsides?”

Merle Hitower Highchurch. 214. Cleric; Specialization in botany, religion, and medical treatment.

Previous experience: Current botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration. Professor of botany at Narvick’s University for four years.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of loitering.

The door is pushed all the way open before Davenport can even call out the next person.

A short dwarf slides into the room with a wide grin, “hey Dav!” A mug of tea is pressed into his hands.

“Hello, Merle. You do know this needs to be at least a little formal, yes?”

“Formal schmormal. Ask me your silly questions already, bud.” Merle Highchurch, resident botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration, plops right down in the seat he’d taken to commandeering once a week, for the past three weeks.

Davenport had seen him around before, but a botanist in an institute designed for exploring other planes that had little capabilities to actually go to those places yet was rarely busy, and even more rarely called upon. He still barely knew the guy, but after the day they’d gotten stuck in the elevator for ten minutes when it broke down, the dwarf had come to his office for tea each Wednesday.

It was a bit strange, but the tea was good.

“Tell me about your work experience.”

Merle laughs heartily, “they barely have me do anything around here, ‘cept tend to the couple of plants they’ve grabbed from the ground plane.”

“It’s the Elemental Plane of Earth, and don’t sell yourself short, Merle. This is basically a job interview, you know.”

Merle slurps loudly at his own mug, “aren’t you planning on nepotism hiring me, because we’re buds?”

“That isn’t even what that word means, Merle.”

“Isn’t it?”

Davenport stares into the tea, “is this made from the Earth plant?”

“Maybe?”

Davenport. 276. Captain and navigator; Specialization in mechanical engineering and arcane components combined with contemporary technology.

Previous Experience: Crewmate on the Lady Blue for twenty years. Graduated from Grensville University. Current staff at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Unlawful resistance of orders from captain, raising of commotion on board ship while employed.

Davenport handed the six files over to Selune, “These are them.”

The halfling woman flips through them, eyebrows raising higher with each one she sees. “You’re sure you grabbed the right ones? A few of these I understand, but you do know we had the Issaiah Broler apply.”

He folds his hand in front of him, nodding. “I also know that during the interview he made me want to pour my tea on his lap. There’s no chance of getting the bond engine going with him. These are the six I picked. They’re all qualified- and the ones that are less educated in the specifics in the field I’m sure will pick up on the important information quickly. The Taaco twins already will give the bond engine a huge boost. Ms. Lucretia will ensure we have everything chronicled, something I’m sure you can appreciate, Selune. Mr. Bluejeans previous work shows he will thrive given the opportunities awaiting us. Mr. Highchurch is an educated man, and I trust him to keep the crew healthy and provide ample information on anything botany related we encounter, and I’m certain Mr. Burnsides will provide ample help in any task we show him how to do.” He sighs, glancing out the window of her office. There were a few people lingering outside in the courtyard of the Institute. “We have been given a tremendous opportunity to explore beyond what we can imagine, Selune. The last thing I want is to be bogged down by people stuck in their ways, who have been working in this field long enough to have their preconceived notions about what to expect and who will react badly when they’re proven wrong. I trust my own judgement in picking a crew, and I hope you trust my abilities to get these people ready to set sail in four months.”

What he doesn’t say is that he doesn’t want a bunch of stuffy jackasses on his ship. He’s not even sure picking all the over-qualified people would pass through the higher-ups' inspection of the crew. The people he picked were qualified enough to get a quick sign-off, but not too much. Anyone “overqualified” would probably get rejected. The ship had been built in basically six months. It’d get them off the ground, sure. It wasn’t going to explode on them once they got up there, but it wasn’t safe. There was a reason Davenport was the captain at all.

The six candidates in those files didn’t have a name for themselves as “important” to any stuffy scientific group or noble family. These people he picked were just that- people. A group of people who he believed deserved this opportunity. If anyone was getting the chance to make a name for themselves- to have the chance to redefine everything they know about the planar systems, he wanted to make sure they deserved the chance. A dangerous chance, sure. But what was science if not a little risky.

She sighs, opening the file on top. Her hand reaches for her pen, “Davenport, I got the final say on the name of the ship, I suppose the least I can do is give you final say on the crew.” She begins to write ‘approved’ at the top of the file, flipping through each one before giving him a pointed look. “But when I get angry calls about how you approved a bunch of nobodies and two people not even old enough to drink, I’m transferring them straight to your crystal.”

“And I will not be answering a single one.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Captain.”

#davenport #taako #lup #magnus burnsides #lucretia #barry bluejeans #merle highchurch #taz balance #the stolen century #my works

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lab-trash · 1 year

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Spin-Centric (Trans Spin Fic)

I hope you guys don't mind me having an oc in this story, but if you do, I can try to avoid featuring them heavily.

Spin spent the next few days training exclusively with Leo, Bree or Chase. It was nice, having these people who supported him.

Chase told him that he was trans too. Spin tried to argue this, as he’d seen Chase shirtless before. Chase explained that he came out so early that he was able to get on puberty blockers and then T, so he went through an average male puberty.

Spin envied that. It was too late for him.

Part of Spin was happy for Chase, because he didn’t have to go through what Spin was going through. But that didn’t mean he was okay with going through it either.

It was still nice to know that Spin wasn’t alone.

He wondered if Bree knew that her brother was trans, as she’d mentioned earlier not knowing many trans people. Was Chase one of the few she knew, or was she not even including him because he had a mostly masculine childhood.

After a week, Spin was cleared to bind and train again.

He took a single, tiny dose pain reliever before training. Just in case. His ribs were still a bit tender. He’d stop in a couple of days, it was temporary.

When he arrived in class, he noticed something. Jaime.

The colour on their shoulders was green now.

Are you… fucking kidding…

“Did you seriously get fucking credit for fighting me while I was injured?” Spin asked, shoving the blonde back.

“What? No, I—”

“You’re wearing a colour up,” He said, shoving Jaime’s shoulder where the colour started.

“That’s because I—”

“You didn’t beat me because you’re skilled, you beat me because I was already hurt!”

“Spin!” Jaime practically yelled. “I fought someone else to get green,” They said. “Even if they’d offered me green for ‘beating,’ you, I wouldn’t have taken it. I want it fairly.”

“Oh,” Spin said quietly. He backed up. “Sorry,” He admitted.

“It’s okay,” Jaime said with a small laugh. “Are you okay, by the way? I know I was tough on you, you seemed really hurt.”

“Yeah,” Spin said, “I’m feeling better now,” he said, running his hand over the side of his ribcage. It was true. He was feeling better now.

“Good,” Jaime said, crossing their arms, “Wouldn’t want to kick your ass while you’re hurt, now would I,” They said with a small laugh.

“You wish,” Spin retorted.

“Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want to injure a fellow classmate just because they’re already injured. I’d rather leave a few bruises than break a few bones,” Jaime said. Spin shook his head realising that Jaime definitely didn’t get the point of that quip, but let it go.

“So, who’d you fight to get it?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Thomas,” Jaime said, admittedly smug. Spin’s eyes widened in shock.

Jaime and Spin were among the shorter students. In fact, Jaime was a year older than Spin and was only 2 inches taller. Thomas on the other hand was 5’10, about 10 inches taller than Jaime, and a full foot taller than Spin.

“Seriously? Dude, that is so cool!” He exclaimed. Jaime shrugged.

“Yeah,” They said, not even trying to be humble about it. “I honestly don’t know why I was ever put in yellow. I think it’s just because we’re young, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Spin agreed, although he did feel guilty when he was automatically bumped up by Mr Davenport when he showed off. It felt… icky. Sure, it was a nice feeling to one-up Leo, but sometimes it felt like Mr Davenport pitied him.

It was like he was ranking him not as a bionic hero, but as a child. He was better than your average child, so that’s what made him good.

“I mean, you probably should’ve been in green to begin with; you’ve always had really good control of your powers.”

“I mean, I only really have the one,” Spin admitted. “So it’s not like I have to practise with multiple powers to master all of them. I can only practise with one, so I get the most practice with one.”

“Hey, you know we get more bionics as we grow up,” Jaime said, poking Spin in the arm. Spin looked at Jaime, confused. “You did know that, right?”

“No,” Spin said, confused.

“Yeah, dude. Like, Before I only had super speed. But now I have plasma spheres too,” Jaime said excitedly. “I think I might also have superstrength, but I haven’t talked to anyone about it,” They said quieter.

“I thought you always had plasma spheres. I don’t remember seeing you without them,” Spin said, still confused. Jaime laughed nervously.

“Right,” They said. “I probably was just bumped back down to yellow since I got new powers that I needed to master.”

Jaime themselves sounded unsure about the excuse they’d generated.

Spin raised a brow but didn’t get a chance to interrogate them, as the class started.

As Spin thought back, he realised that he really hadn’t seen Jaime when he first went there. He only really saw them pop up after… hm. Oh, after he and Bob helped the police catch those robbers.

Only then did he see them around. He figured he’d remember hair that obnoxiously bright blonde and the oddly confident stature.

But at the same time, Jaime had numerous scars that they wore happily on display that could’ve only formed if they were there the whole time; if they were part of the bionic army from the beginning— if they had been going to the academy the whole time.

Various half-healed cuts, gashes and burns, and a single frozen scar on their left bicep. There’s no way they’d only been there for the few months between now and visiting the mainland for the first time.

And to Spin, that just begged the question… where the fuck did this person come from?

#lab rats #lab rats bionic island #spin lrbi #spin lr #trans spin #trans chase davenport #original character #original lab rats character #jaime lrbi #jaime lr

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leo-dooley-lab-rats · 2 years

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Chase Davenport: Character Dive

Chase Davenport is one of the beloved characters in the fandom. I’ve never been a huge fan of his character. Let me explain...

Many people point out how Chase is bullied by his family, mostly Adam. Chase earns a good deal of teasing due how much of know-it-all he can be and even how rude/mean Chase himself can be. Plus, all siblings fight. It’s perfectly natural. Brothers are known for physical rough housing as apart of sibling dynamics.

Chase has classic Davenport ego. He brags about being Mission Leader and the smartest man alive all the time. Chase appears to have made this his whole identity. Growing up in a basement with his two siblings would have made any differences between however small very important, at least to Chase. Bree and Adam don’t appear to have the same mindset as Chase. Bree identity broken between her desire to be normal despite the obvious fact that she can never be normal. Adam is extremely comfortable in his own skin. It is interesting how the trio grow up in basically the same environment, but all have different personalities(discussion for another day).

Back on topic, Chase is also youngest of the trio. That may play a factor as to why Chase values his status as mission leader and smartest man alive. As the youngest myself, there is built-in drive to compete with your siblings and want to be better than your siblings. From my experience, you often compare yourself to your older sibling(s). Adam and Bree are physical better than him(Adam is physically stronger and Bree physically faster). Chase also may have taken comfort in that fact that at least he smarter than them. This might help explain Chase’s behavior and why he controlling of it.

Chase at the most basic level is control freak who issues letting go. His ego and sense of self is rather fragile. You can see this in how he refuses to let go of his place as mission leader. Chase is fine leader. He is clearly a natural born leader. Chase just doesn’t know how to let go of that position. Chase being a leader of the bionic trio makes sense. Adam is no leader and neither is Bree. The episode “Chip Switch” is good example of why Chase is natural leader. When Leo comes onto the team, at first, it makes sense that Chase remains leader. As time goes on, Leo might have made a better leader for the team. Again, Chase ties identity to being mission leader and smartest guy in the room. He won’t let Leo be the leader of the team.

Whenever someone challenges Chase’s intelligence or place as a leader, he gets very territorial. Remember the episode Chase gets upset when Adam might be a better mentor at the Academy. Or when sciencist of Mr. Davenport and Chase got really pity with each other over the building of the space elavator. In Elite Force, Chase gets upset when Skylar might become leader. The solution was that there would not longer be assigned leader of the team(there are so many issues with that for the Elite Force. Don’t get me started). Or in the season one episode “Smart and Smarter”, Adam and Chase compete in the school election. Chase does let Adam win in the end, but it took Bree actally get involved in the matter. The point being, Chase is just not someone who likes to have anyone outshine him.

The show does very little to humble Chase. Chase does have moments where he sort of humbled. “Smart and Smarter” has Chase let Adam win after Bree points out how much it means to Adam. Chase doesn’t move to DC after seeing that Adam loves him and doesn’t want him to go. I find that Chase is often reset back to how he was before after these moments. I am sure other people get a different read off the character, but I don’t. Chase is too attached to his role as leader and status as smartest man alive.

I find the biggest reason I am not a big fan of Chase is his controlling nature. He is clearly a deeply flawed character. I do think that Chase always believes he doing the right thing. It sort of redeems him. Despite everything, Chase does try and wants to do good. He does loves his family. The show makes both these fact very clear throughout. I think that Chase just needs to learn to let go and not tie so much of himself to his identity as mission leader and the smartest man alive. He great benefit from it.

Overall, I can understand why people like Chase. He has nice looking face. The actor who plays him does good job. Chase does seem to have a good heart. He just not my favorite character.

#lab rats #bree davenport #adam davenport #chase davenport #labrats #leo dooley #donald davenport #douglas davenport #leo #leodooley #lab rats bionic island #thoughts

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something special.

pairing: chase davenport x reader an: this is purely self-indulgent because i’ve been re-watching Lab Rats and I forgot just how much i loved Chase lmao I’m about four years too late to this fandom but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️this is also unedited so... woops. word count: 2k+

“I’m late.” Those were the first words out of his mouth once the dust settled. “She’s going to think I’m not coming,” were the next.

Bree and Adam couldn’t believe what they were hearing as they rushed over to their brother to help him to his feet. They had just managed to stop a massive explosion at the power plant a town over from theirs, and it had been one of the most taxing missions in a while. Bree and Adam were exhausted. They had no idea how Chase was even thinking clearly as he had been the one to take the brunt of the last bit of action.

“Dude, what are you talking about?” Adam asked, as he pulled Chase up and draped his arm over his shoulder. “We need to get you home.”

Chase adamantly shook his head as he tried to pull away, his feet stumbling slightly as he now fell into Bree instead. There was a panicked look on his face, and it was not from the intense situation that he had just gotten himself out of.

“No, no. YN. We had a date planned, she’s… she’s going to be upset if I’m not there.”

Suddenly, it all made sense. Adam and Bree exchanged a look as Chase stood up a little bit straighter. He wasn’t just babbling nonsense. He was babbling about you.

“I’m sure she’ll understand, but Chase, you aren’t fit to go anywhere. You can barely stand,” Bree murmured carefully as Chase quickly turned to look at her.

“Bree, I’m fine. I just… I have to go,” he insisted, and he quickly turned back to the transport that had brought the three of them to the power plant, forcing Bree and Adam to follow behind him. Bree looked to Adam for some assistance, but instead of support, she found him shrugging instead.

“He’s right. If he found a girl that’s willing to put up with him, he really needs to find a way to make it work. Who knows if he’ll find another girl as cool as her again.” Bree rolled her eyes and huffed as they continued making their way in the direction that Chase had disappeared to. Despite having so much taken out of him, he was moving surprisingly fast.

No one spoke the entire ride back, and as soon as they reached their house, Chase immediately turned and headed in the opposite direction.

“Tell Mr. Davenport I’ll be back,” he called over his shoulder, and while Bree could have easily caught up with him, and Adam could have easily stopped them, neither one of them did. Maybe they should have, but they could tell from the look in his eye how much this meant to him. Once he was with you, they had no doubts that he would be in good hands.

“I can’t believe he’s just going like this. He didn’t even change,” Bree mused, and Adam looked down at her.

“She already knows our secret. It’s not like she hasn’t seen him in his mission suit before. In fact, I’m sure it’s probably the best outfit he owns.” Bree rolled her eyes again, and the two of them headed inside to get some rest themselves.

Chase, on the other hand, was on a whole new mission. He had promised you that he would meet you at the ice cream shop nearby, and he was supposed to be there almost an hour ago. He didn’t have his phone on him, and he had no idea if you would still be there, but he could hope. Hope was all that was keeping him from collapsing on the side of the road.

He didn’t even stop once to think about his appearance. He didn’t bother getting cleaned up or changing his outfit, so imagine your surprise when you stepped out of the ice cream shop, just as he was walking up, and turned to see him covered in ash and soot.

“Chase?” The sound of your voice cut him out of his trance, and Chase felt like he had found his second wind. The look on your face was filled with worry, but that didn’t stop him from rushing into your arms, pulling you into a hug as he pressed his face into your neck.

“I was afraid I missed you,” he murmured against your skin just before pulling away. Your hands immediately came up to cup his cheeks, your eyes scanning his face for any signs of injury.

“Did you just come from a mission?” You asked quietly so that no one could overhear you. You backed him away from the door and towards the side of the building so that people inside the shop couldn’t see him through the window and question the strange outfit he was wearing. “Why are you still in your suit?”

Chase didn’t look down at his outfit as he was too busy studying your face. He had a photographic memory, but the mental images of you never compared to the real thing. He was always captivated by every freckle and dimple, no matter how many times he saw them.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he replied, ignoring your previous questions. “Things took a little bit longer than we expected, but then I rushed straight here. I didn’t… I didn’t want you to think that I stood you up on purpose.”

The expression on your face softened as he spoke, and your hand caressed his cheek gently. Sure, while you had been confused about where he could be for the past hour, you knew that something had to have come up. It wasn’t like Chase to leave you hanging. And considering you knew about his bionics, you were sure there was a logical reason. You had been correct.

“You could have just called me when you got home,” you told him as his head leaned into your touch. “I would have understood. But you look exhausted. You should probably get home.”

“No!” He interjected instantly, causing you to jump. “I mean, no. I want to be here. I want to be with you. Right now.” You smiled softly before nodding.

“Can I at least get you some ice cream?” It was Chase’s turn to nod.

Since he was still dressed in his special mission suit, you went in to order by yourself, and then you brought it back out so that he could eat it while the two of you walked back in the direction of his house. You weren’t going to rush him inside, but you knew that he needed to be close to home in case he started to crash.

“You really are a mess, though,” you laughed, just as Chase managed to get a spot of ice cream on his nose. “Where was your mission? The dump?”

“Power plant, actually. There was a lot of dust from the fire that almost caused an explosion.”

“Fire? Explosion?” Your steps had come to a stop as you felt your heart plummet to your feet. “Chase, you were…”

It took a minute for his own words to process, and then his eyes widened as he stepped towards you. The ice cream in his hand was forgotten as he reached out for you.

“It’s fine, I’m fine! I promise. It was just a little thing, and we managed to put a stop to it before it got too bad.” You hated the way your body had reacted to the description of his mission, and you couldn’t stop yourself from folding yourself into him as his arms wrapped around you. You knew that he got mixed up in some dangerous things, but you never really thought about how dangerous.

Chase didn’t move for several seconds as he held you until you realized how ridiculous you were being. He had just been (almost) involved in an explosion, and he was the one holding you? It seemed a little backwards.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You asked as you leaned your head back to look at him. He nodded before leaning in and resting his head against yours.

“I’m perfect now.”

His words were so quiet and soft, you weren’t sure that you were meant to hear them, but when they hit your ears, your stomach filled with butterflies. You had no idea how you had managed to find yourself here, in this position, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You and Chase had only recently started hanging out, and you knew before that he had a crush on you. You had a crush on him too. There was always something about him that held your attention, even though everyone else at school seemed to think that he was weird. He was smarter than most people, and when you had stumbled upon his bionic abilities by accident, you had learned just how true that was. Now, as you stood on the sidewalk just down the street from his house, with his arm around you, you were more grateful than ever that he had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out before you had to do it yourself.

“Chase,” you whispered as he lifted his head away from yours, his green eyes meeting yours curiously. You didn’t have anything else that you wanted to say, but you wanted him to be looking at you so that you could gauge his reaction as you lifted your hand to cup his cheek once more before moving in closer. The two of you had never shared a moment like this one before, and while you weren’t sure that the timing was perfect, you couldn’t wait any longer.

You and Chase hadn’t kissed before, and you knew that he was nervous about it. You were sure that there had been a few times he almost did, but then he chickened out. Chase was great at a lot of things, but knowing how to act around a girl that he liked was not one of them. This only became more clear as you leaned in closer, and he remained motionless, his eyes fixed on you, as if he had no idea what to do.

Slowly, your eyes slipped shut as you completely closed the distance between you, your lips pressing against his gently. As you kept them pressed together, you felt Chase sigh as his body melted against yours before finally kissing you back. You couldn’t quite explain the feeling that spread through you, but when you did finally break apart, you already knew that you couldn’t wait to do it again.

The look on Chase’s face was one of pure adoration, and you felt like putty in his hands. You had never met someone that could affect you in such a way with just one look, but here you were.

“I could go on a thousand missions like the one today if I had this waiting at the end of it,” he whispered softly, and you felt your heart jump in your chest as a bright smile spread across your face.

“Play your cards right, and it just might,” you teased back as your finger tapped his nose, causing his own smile to grow.

“Thank you for understanding,” he added a moment later. “I know this has to be confusing, and I know that it sucks when I get called out when we have plans but I…”

“You don’t have to explain,” you cut in, your arm falling away from him as you slipped your hand into his free one. “I get it.”

And you did. You knew it and Chase knew it, and it was one of the reasons he was so crazy about you. For most of the day, every day, Chase had to pretend to be something that he wasn’t. Normal. But with you, he could be exactly who he was. There was no holding back, there were no secrets, and he never wanted there to be. He didn’t know a lot about love or relationships, but he knew you were different, and he knew that whatever life threw at him next, he wanted you there with him.

Despite the chaos, you wanted the same thing. Chase was special in more ways than one, and you were grateful that you were the one that got to see just how much.

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ace nancy 👀?? from your wips?

I'm gonna preffice this by warning that Billy knows about Asexuality but isn't all that good at explaining it or the nuanced spectrum of being Ace. Also it's the 80's, so please read the following with that in mind. (Clarification comes later in the fic)

So this fic is about Billy being pressganged by Mr Clark into joining the debate team for the State Championships for extra credit. Nancy would rather have a Demodog chomp her left leg off than team up with Billy Hargrove, but things have a way of working out.

A few excerpts:

"Be honest Wheeler, did Harrington make you come even once?"

Nancy blushes.

"Oh, holy shit, he really didn't, did he?"

"I didn't say that--" Nancy insists, loudly.

Billy laughs, "Oh, you didn't have to, Princess. Your face says it all."

"Shut up, Hargrove, just…" Nancy huffs in frustration and goes back to picking at the label a little more aggressively, "Just don't."

"Hey, I'm not judging you, that's all on Harrington. What a dick."

"He's not really. Not anymore. It's just," Her nail finally catches and she rips another strip of wet, sticky label off the bottle and flings it into the grass, "He was my first, you know? I didn't know what to do or how to - to move, and then it was over and I just remember thinking, is that all it is? And then I thought, maybe I'm just not good at it yet, maybe I just need to try again."

She sniffs, reaches up to wipe her face and Billy realises with a sickening lurch in his stomach that Wheeler is crying. He stares at her, frozen solid with uncertainty about what to do.

"And then I thought maybe there's something wrong with him, you know?" Her voice turns bitter. "Like, why couldn't he make it good for me? It's not like I hadn't heard about the other girls talking about Steve before we got together. None of them had any complaints."

"But then I got together with Jonathan and I thought this feeling, this is what I was missing. But-- it didn't fix anything! It didn't fix me."

Billy flounders a little, but ultimately goes with the first thing that pops into his head. "There isn't anything wrong with you, Wheeler."

Nancy cackles a little, sways on the spot, the drink clearly loosening her tongue as well as her body. "Yeah? You gonna show me what I've been missing out on, huh? You wanna take me for a ride in your Camaro, Billy?"

Billy gags a little at the thought, luckily Nancy is too preoccupied by taking another swig from her bottle to notice.

"Oh yeah, that'd end really fucking well."

*****

"You literally did an hour long presentation on Nicola Tesla last semester and spent a quarter of it talking about why he never got married. Don't tell anyone I said this, but you're not exactly stupid. Don't fail me now, Wheeler."

Nancy blinks, looks likes she's thinking real fucking hard. Maybe Billy spoke too soon.

"You ever heard of the term asexual?"

"I think so?" She says, slowly, sounding out the words with deliberate care and turning it into a question. A valley grows between her brows in concentration. "The farmers at the spring festival talked about-- about culling a rooster because it wouldn't, like, mount the hens naturally. I'm sure that's the term he used.

"Jesus Christ." Billy sucks deeply on his cigarette. "It means you don't wanna fuck." Billy frowns, waves his hand dismissively. "Like, you can like it just fine, but you don't think about it like most people do. Something like that."

Nancy straightens of her slouch to lean back and stare at him, jerking a little when she overbalances and steadies herself by grabbing the crook of Billy's elbow. "That doesn't sound normal."

He shrugs a little, takes one last pull from the cigarette before flicking the butt at the ground. "What the fuck is normal, huh?" He grinds the butt into the gravel and turns to look at her, "Let's get you back on your pea, princess. I think you've had enough for one night."

He holds out a hand.

Nancy takes it.

*****

Billy jerks out of doze when someone drops into the seat next to him. He already knows who it's gonna be before he turns to look.

"Morning Wheeler, you get lost on the way to your seat?"

Billy looks around pointedly, his little nook in the back of the bus cut off from the rest of the group by a good five or six rows of empty seats. Far enough to get the point across that Billy isn't there by choice or planning to socialise with any of these nerds.

"No." She says simply.

"You sure? Seems like an awful lot of empty seats for you to be getting all friendly. How's the head?"

Nancy ignores him. Stares at the back of the seat in front of her like it gave her a less than a perfect grade. She purses her lips in that awful way that reminds Billy of a cat's asshole, but she doesn't run off in a huff like he expects.

"You're right." She says, still not looking at him. He watches a muscle tick in her jaw as she grinds her teeth.

He grins.

"You about to have a heart to heart with me, Wheeler? Gotta know whether or not to turn the volume up on these things." He gestures to the headphones pushed partially off his left ear.

She turns her head and regards him cooly for a beat, before a hand shoots out and bats the thing off his head with a quick swipe.

"Watch it!" Billy scrambles to catch them by the cord before they fall to the floor.

Nancy smiles sweetly, "Don't be a dick, Hargrove."

He rolls his eyes.

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"Whore."

She shoots him a pitying look. "Oh Billy, we both know Christie Otto paid you twenty bucks to let her suck your toes."

Billy guffaws, taken completely by surprise and loving it.

Nancy stares, disbelieving.

"You actually did it?"

Billy grins.

Her face does a complicated thing before settling on a confused expression. "But why?"

"Twenty bucks is a hell of a lot of dough for us mere peasants, Princess."

Billy screws his face up, tries not to squirm uncomfortably in his seat at the memory, "Maybe I should have warned her that I'm ticklish. Almost kicked her face in, like, three times."

Nancy coughs. Covers her mouth as she laughs into her hands, like she doesn't want him to see that he made her laugh.

"Not that this isn't nice and all--"

"Oh, I'm sorry, you got somewhere to be, Hargrove?" She snaps, deadpan, but Billy can tell she's nervous from the way she wrings her hands and hides them up her sleeves.

"I just wanted to say thank you--"

"Don't mention it, Wheeler." He says, hastily. Actually he'd prefer it if they never spoke about it ever again.

She glares at the interruption, but presses on. "-- thank you and I wanted to know if I could talk to you. More. About it."

And now it's Billy's turn to stare. Nancy meets his eyes with a determined gaze. Whatever shit Tommy and the rest of the school likes to say about Nancy Wheeler, she's got stones, he'll give her that.

"Alright."

*****

The topic is announced.

Gay marriage.

Berkeley for. Hawkins against.

They win by a landslide.

Of course they do.

The team from Berkeley registers a formal complaint with the panel the second the win is announced. Mr Scott and his Berkeley counterpart are waved up to approach the judges table. Billy wants desperately to leave, but he's forced to sit and watch the Berkeley debate coach protest the unfair conditions his team had been placed under.

"No one in their right mind would chose to side with us on such a topic. No matter how well my kids argue their case."

"I'm afraid I disagree." Mr. Clarke argues. "We debate politically and morally charged topics all the time, Mr. Davenport. The judges judge how well you present your side, not their own personal beliefs.

Billy snorts. Feels unclean after having to stand on that stage and tell the world how unfit people like him are to love. To form families. To be allowed to simply be.

Even if it's all hypothetical, Billy knows those words came damn easily out of his team mates mouths, just as the words of support clearly left a sour after-taste in their opponents.

Nancy turns to look at him.

Fuck it.

Billy gets up and stalks out of the hall. Fuck it all to shit.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 years

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Broken Mirror: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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“What the hell was that? Why did he say that he knows what to do next? Is he gonna hurt my daughter?” Evan was the first to speak.

“He was grandstanding.”

“You don't know that. You--you can't possibly know that.”

“Mr. Davenport, I have learned more in the last five minutes than in the last twenty-four hours.”

“Oh, really? Well, I don't understand. Why is he focused on you right now?”

“Because we are interfering in his relationship with the girls,” you answered.

“He said he knows all about you.”

“He profiled us, Mr. Davenport.”

“Why would he do that?” Cheryl asked.

“To show us how smart he is.”

“Often times the best profilers are the unsubs themselves. They're the ones able to walk into an arcade full of children and pinpoint the boy or girl that can be led out quietly,” Spencer explained.

“But he made a mistake, because he gave us something he didn't expect,” you smirked, looking at the other agents in knowing.

“Which is?”

“He told us how to find him,” Gideon smiled.

Of course, right when the calls ended, Vincent shows up and pretends like he has Evan’s back. The glares coming off of you were very strong as he moved about the house as if he didn’t have Trish locked away somewhere nearby.

“You said you knew how to find him, that you were gonna save my daughter. Why don't you get out there and do something? What are you--Everybody's standing around here, looking--”

“Mr. Davenport--”

“Don't condescend to me. Don't patronize me,” he interrupted Gideon.

“Evan, Evan, Evan,” Vincent swooped in to save the day. “Everybody is doing the best that they can. Come on. Come on. Take a break, come on.”

“For the suspect to know that much about us he has to be one of us,” Derek said.

“I'm gonna have Garcia do a search of the New Haven FBI field office. The guy we're looking for knows this house and knows the family.”

“There's seven hundred agents in New Haven and another seventy in satellite offices. Davenport knows quite a few of them,” Spencer spit out.

“While we're narrowing the list, Cheryl can't stay here. If he's one of us, he has access and weapons, and you bet he's got a strategy.”

“So who can we trust?” Derek asked.

“No one. We need to get Cheryl to a safe house.”

“And limit the amount of agents she comes in contact with.”

“Don’t let it be Vincent,” you whispered to Hotch when Gideon moved about the room to select who would go with Cheryl to the safe house.

“Look,Y/N--”

“I don’t care if you believe in what I can do or not, but I know something is wrong with him. I don’t mean to disrespect you or anything like that, but all I’m asking is that you have a little faith. Can you do that? For me?” you asked, begging the older agent with your eyes.

Apparently it didn’t matter what you said because Vincent went with Cheryl, Derek, Elle, and a few others. Hotch tried to make the point that Elle and Derek would be there, but you didn't stay to listen. You were angry at the fact that despite what Derek said about you being part of the family, no one was treating you as such. Hotch said you were on the team, but he wasn’t making you feel like it at all which is what bothered you the most. The only thing you could do without jeopardizing your career was sit with Spencer and monitor what could be controlled. As soon as Elle and Derek arrived at the safe house, she called you since she thought of something important. Placing the phone between yours and Spencer’s ear, you let him listen in. It was better than putting her on speakerphone to let everyone know what you three were talking about.

“They did a bug sweep right when we arrived.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Yet, the unsub seems to know all about us. Hey, Reid, do you know what non-local interaction is?”

“What are you getting at?” he asked.

“How can he be holding Trish prisoner, and still know exactly what we're talking about?” she wondered.

“I know what you're saying. It seems like he knows what's going on here the moment that it happens.”

“It’s what I’ve been saying this entire fucking time,” you hissed quietly.

“There's gotta be a listening device.”

“They swept the room when we got here,” Spencer stated.

“Then they brought in their own equipment.”

“Gideon, come here,” you announced. Once the older agent approached, you voiced Elle’s opinion. He decided the best thing to do was to do a bug sweep on the new equipment, and low and behold, there was a bug placed inside their machine. Looking at Hotch, you didn’t say anything but the look in your eyes was enough.

“Agent Shyer called you by your first name,” Gideon said to Evan. “You know him that well? He works out of the New York field office.”

“I know his father. We've met socially on occasion.”

“Has he been here before?”

“A few times. Why?”

“He’s the one that has Trish and you handed Cheryl over on a silver platter,” you announced.

“Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?” Hotch asked, bringing you to the side.

“Look--”

“I don’t appreciate how you’ve been acting lately. I know you’re new to this, but we work together as a team.”

“I get it, Hotch. I’m new and I can do things you’ve never seen before. I truly don’t mean disrespect, but I’ve been living with this… thing… my whole life. Never once has it let me down. I’d like to think that my teammates have my back when I tell them who our unsub is. You want to punish me for being a little frustrated, fine, but please consider what I have to say next time so we can avoid all of this.”

“We’ll talk more about this when we get back to the office,” he said with a stern tone, leaving your side to go help save Trish and Cheryl since Derek wasn’t answering his phone.

Once Cheryl was found unharmed, Vincent gave the location of Trish which wasn’t far from Evan’s house, just like you said. When Hotch saw Vincent in cuffs and both young girls fine, he apologized for not listening to you, and you apologized for not handling things better. There was no need for a conversation once Hotch promised he would work on believing you when you tell him things.

The family of three were reunited, and you stood by Spencer and Gideon’s side to watch their happiness. Trish was taken away on a stretcher, and Cheryl and Evan went with her in the ambulance.

“Hey, how did Elle get Shyre to give us Trish's location?” Spencer asked.

“I imagine she found some creative way to persuade him.”

“What do you think--”

“You know, you just don't need to ask so many questions. Let's just enjoy the moment,” Gideon interrupted, making his exit.

“I have a question for you,” you said, turning to face him. “What did our date mean? I mean, I don’t want to be one of those girls who demands a relationship or whatever, but I just wanted to know if it’s something you want to do again? Maybe we can do something you want to do. I can’t imagine sitting through four hours of horror movies with me sleeping on your shoulder would be considered a fun time.”

“I actually do have something in mind. Do you know Russian?”

“No, but I’d be willing to learn for you. Photographic memory so I can’t forget it,” you told the truth, knowing what he wanted to do was to watch a film in Russian. You didn’t know a lick of Russian, but if it would make him happy then you would do it.

“There is a showing of my favorite movie this weekend. Do you want to go with me?”

“It’s a date,” you grinned.

"When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, nor worthiness." - Euripides

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