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Lexie And Happy

Part 15:

A/N: Hello again! This chapter got away from me, and there is more over share in this part, as well as a couple of visuals. I’m going to link them HERE(1), HERE(2), and HERE(3). so that they don’t get A: lost in the fic and B: in the way of the reading. I will also link the images in the story for those that don't want to look at the images before reading the fic. Again, I wish to apologize for all the run on sentences and the info dump like ramblings. I apologize in advance for the excessive word barf. Love to you all and Happy Reading!

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Tig sat on his side of the bed he and Venus shared and for the first time in days he allowed himself to just feel all the chaos. Vee knew this would happen eventually and was there for her man. Doing the best, she could to comfort him. She knew he needed to process everything over the last several days. To say utter chaos to describe things would be a massive understatement between the nightmare Lexi went through and the hell the guys were going through trying to find and save her. Vee knew all too well that both Tig and Happy were trying to squash the guilt they were feeling from Lex being taken right out from under their noses. Vee felt it too. How could have none of them been completely oblivious to someone not only breaking into Tig and Vee’s home but abducting Lexi right out from under them.

Tig told Vee figured out how the culprit managed to get by Sunny, the dog knew the guy from Lexie’s last job on the east coast. Lex was known to work it out with the owners of the garages she would work at that they would permit her to bring in Sunny with her from time to time. The owners would always agree because with Sunny being a Pittie, she seemed to keep the more gruff customers in line with just her presence in the shops and would provide Lexie, at least in theory, some form of protection from the customers that tried to mistreat Lex because she was a female mechanic. That sort of customer usually felt that since she was female, she had no business in turning wrenches on their cars that she ‘belonged either at home or in the office at the very most’. Lexie showed that sort of patron exactly why she was the one working on the cars and not making the coffee.

Tig knew all of this from the years of phone calls with his niece and willingly shared these details with Venus. Proud that he helped contribute to his niece’s love for working shoulder to shoulder with him and all the guys from the club and the friend of the club as well. All the men loved having her working with them at TM she was a sponge with it came to learning the ins and outs of all the vehicles and especially the bikes. Tig smiled proudly as he told Venus how Lexie would almost daily shock or surprise the guys by doing something they all figured she would need help with. Tig went on telling his Ole Lady how proud he was of his niece and how far she’d come from that terrified kid he took in when he lost his sister. She really hadn’t been a tough kid to raise, and he did have help from everyone in the club and all the Ole Ladies and Croweaters for the feminine influence. Mentioning that he had been thankful that Lexie’s mother had a will giving Tig custody of Lexie in the event she passed before Lex was of age to look after herself. Otherwise, she would have ended up in the system and God knows where.

This was when he started getting emotional. His voice was starting to crack, and he began to try to hide his face from view. Venus knew this was his telltale sign he was losing the battle between ‘Badass Outlaw’, that had seen more than enough to stay stone faced through everything, and a concerned uncle that knows how traumatized his niece had to be and how she had grown as a person in the manner of dealing with said trauma. Seeing lex not wanting to run this time and fighting to stay with the ones she loves. He still felt like he had left Lexie down by not stopping this from happening to her. This was all bubbling to the surface and Tig was trying to his hardest to keep his emotions in check or, since he was clearly losing that battle, at least to keep his emotional meltdown as quiet as possible.

Watching her man start to lose composure she wrapped him up in her arms and holding him to her. Murmuring to him that it was okay, to let go and get this out of his system. She did what she could to sooth her man. Vee knew that when he felt, he felt deep and that his emotional breakdowns could get intense. She continued to reassure him that Lexie did not feel that he let her down or failed her in anyway. Reminding him of the events after she was rescued and the things, she said to both him and Happy.

Vee sat with Tig and helped him through his moment of humanity for what seemed like an hour before he started to calm himself down and got himself into the PJ pants that he basically only wore with Lexie in the house as a measure to avoid exposing her to anything that should not be seen by her. That was not an experience neither of them wanted to deal with. Tig and Vee talked while they both readied themselves to get a few hours of sleep when out of nowhere they heard a loud, “SON OF A...” and then a fairly loud thud. Prompting them to both grab their respective robes and run to Lexie’s room to see what happened.

They got to her room and were met with the sight of Lex on the floor with Sunny standing over her essentially pinning Lex to the spot she landed. Both stifling a giggle at the quite comedic scene before them Tig moved to try and pick his niece up off the floor as Vee wrangled Sunny.

Tig couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice as he spoke, “How on earth did this happen?”

Lexie made an undignified face at her uncle and answered, “Well, Mister Trager. It seems one of the two of you have taught my dog a new trick. The ‘tackle Momma when she gets up off the bed’ trick. All I was trying to do was get up to grab a drink and take some more ibuprofen and she tripped me and pinned me to the spot I landed. She just stood there wagging her tail for the few seconds between me landing and you two coming in.”

Tig and Vee had to fight their laughter again as Vee told him she would go get the meds so he could try to get Lex picked up off the floor but got a glare from Lexie after losing her battle to contain her laughter followed by a ‘it’s not that funny’ from Lex.

Tig helped his niece up and told her it kinda was and swore up and down that to their knowledge Sunny learned that one on her own. Asking if she needed anything else while she was up. She nodded and mentioned about going to the bathroom while she was up and that thanks to her and Vee’s brainstorming earlier in the day, she could manage to handle the entire process on her own thanks to a make up brush cleaning mat suctioned to the side of the sink making it possible for her to wash her uncast hand by herself. Something she wishes was available when she broke her arm at 16.

Tig nodded and being the helicopter uncle, he was being, at that point in time, walked her to the bathroom, waited outside for a few minutes until Lex had finished what needed to be done and asked Tig to open the door for her. Tig opened the bathroom door and was met with Lex holding up a hand towel and her telling him that was the one part they hadn’t figured out for her to do on her own. Tig laughed and took the towel drying off her left hand. Once he had put down the towel and walked her over to her room, he kissed her on her temple asking if she was okay with just her and Sunny of if she wanted him to stay with her until she was asleep again.

Lexie shook her head and told her uncle that she was fine with just her new bodyguard. Claiming she still wanted to know who taught that dog to do that. Her uncle laughed this time as Vee came in with water and the ibuprofen that was asked for; after handing those off Vee and Tig both helped Lex get situated so that she was comfortable in her bed as well as the dog that wasn’t really in her momma’s good graces at that moment. As Sunny snuggled up against her momma and with all the excitement over with everyone returned to their beds and finally to sleep.

The hours ticked by without incident and soon morning came with the ringing of the alarms going off on the trio’s respective phones. And again, as Lexie was trying to get up out of bed only to be pinned down by Sunshine.

“Damn it Sunny, let me up! Uncle Tig, I need help and a word with that Hap. This has got to be his doing.” Lex yelled so that she knew she would be heard by the two who, from the clanking noises, were in the kitchen making coffee to start the day.

Vee made her way back with mug of coffee in had for Lex saying Tig fixed it for her knowing she’d need it to try to function in a socially acceptable way. Lex shook her head with a soft laugh again making the ‘you deck on out of line biker’ remark and gingerly got up to start her day by going to her closet and picking out a black spaghetti strap dress(1) and slipped it on once she completed her morning routine and downed her cup of coffee.

Tig helped her brushout her hair and put it up in a messy bun like he used to all those years ago. He was grateful for those moments back then and now. They helped keep him grounded in some of his loneliest moments since the time she left him and her home. Tig Trager was certainly a complex man but the things he held onto were simple things like this. He still had some issues with the fact that she left but was grateful she came home even if this was the hellish aftermath of that decision.

He smiled as his niece, “Well kiddo, I know it’s not as good as it used to be, but I am out of practice, and it has been at least fifteen years since I’ve done your hair…”

Lexie looked in a mirror and shook her head reassuring him, “It’s fine. It looks better than I could have done. And if memory serves the last hairstyle, you gave me was braided pigtails and I can promise you that crew at TM would have a field day if I rolled in with those…”

Tig laughed at his niece agreeing with her and started going over the plan for the day. Telling her that she is only going to be there for three hours max and if she felt like she needed to leave earlier that all she needed to do was say the word. Lexie nodded and agreed. She knew she wouldn’t make it much longer than that anyway and so there was no point in arguing with Tig. Vee and Tig got her out to her SUV, the vehicle for this outing as it was the bigger and more comfortable option, got her into the passenger seat as comfortable as possible, and made their way to TM.

Happy Had just finished walking Opie and was gearing up for the long day ahead of him. Through the night of tossing and turning he came to the realization that he had overreacted to Lexie wanting to try and push through her ordeal. He saw the point Tig had made and decided that he was being an overbearing overprotective ass, so he decided that he would clean himself up a bit more than he normally would for a long day of turning wrenches and getting covered in automotive fluids.

He had woken up about an hour before his alarm was set to go off upon checking the time on his phone, he made the decision to just get up and start the day. He showered and shaved and made sure he looked as close to he did when he and Lex got together as he could. The years had been mostly good to him in respect to his looks. He hadn’t changed all that much. A few new wrinkles here, added a few gray hairs in his stubble around his chin that he left there for Lex because he knew how much she enjoyed seeing him sporting that look. He also did something that he normally wouldn’t. Much like with Lexie’s shampoo that she used for special occasions solely because he loved the way it made her hair smell, he had a special bottle of after shave that he wore because she loved the way it smelled on him. He had put it away in the far back of his medicine cabinet because he would only ever wear that one for her.

He let out a heavy sigh as he looked at his watch thinking to himself that he needed to get going if he wanted to make that extra stop before going into TM. He corralled Ope and after telling him he’d see him later, he left for the day hoping his ‘I know I was an ass, please forgive me’ efforts are well received by Lexie.

Tig arrived at TM with Lexie after what seemed to her, an hour of driving, instead of the actual ten minutes. Between her being uncomfortable in her own skin and her uncle drive a maximum of an entire fifteen miles an hour to not jostle her too much she was more than ready to exit her vehicle. However just as she was maneuvering herself to try to open the passenger door with her left hand, she was met by an oddly antsy Chibs opening her door for her and doing his best to gently help her down out of the vehicle.

“Easy there Darlin’. No need to rush. You’re already pushing yourself more than you should be…” He spoke in a soft tone. Almost as if he was a father trying to sooth his child after they had gotten hurt.

This surprised Lexie as she hadn’t never let him really get within arm’s reach of her much less him all but lifting her out of a vehicle. They were barely civil with each other and all of a sudden, he’s being overly nice and handling her with kid gloves as he insisted on personally escorting her over to the office that had oddly been outfitted with out of place soft cushions, quite a large cup of tea, and a small teddy bear wearing traditional Scottish attire, kilt shirt and sporran. Prompting her to laugh and give Chibs a small smile.

“Really now Telford?” She spoke in a playful tone giving him a wink. “There a reason that bear is wearing a skirt?” this too was said playfully just to get a rise out of the man. She was well informed on Scottish traditions and knew exactly what she was doing. She was messing with him to show him that she was still her and that he didn’t need to go to these lengths nor treat her differently than normal. She watched him as he started to show that she ruffled his feathers but caught himself as she spoke again, “I’m only joking around Chibsie. The bear in the kilt is adorable. Thank you.”

As she spoke, he made a face at her that appeared half annoyed and half ‘you little brat’ before his expression softened. “You’re welcome, Lass. Now enjoy that tea before it gets too cold to drink. It’s the good stuff not that Lipton crap they sell you over here.” He gave her a light nudge with his elbow and returned her wink with one of his own before spinning on his heel and leaving the office.

Soon the rest of the TM crew started to arrive, and everyone had made it a point to at least poke their head into the office to say hello and check on her before getting to work. What exactly happened wasn’t known to anyone outside of the club, but they had been informed that she was fairly beat up and wouldn’t be around much until she’s healed and feeling up to full days at the shop.

The minutes ticked by, and Lex was beginning to grow concerned by someone’s very noticeable absence. She figured Hap would have been the first one to the lot that morning and making sure she was comfortable. Not that he wouldn’t show up at all. Her heart began to sink as she sighed and started sorting through the mess that had been left on the desk in the office by the mechanics out of habit.

They got the shop opened up and started their work routine and tig would check in with her at five-minute intervals making sure she was okay. At about the fifth time of him doing this lex snapped at him that if he kept it up neither of them were going to get anything accomplished.

Lex snapping at him told him all he needed to know about the missing Happy situation. This wasn’t normal for him in the slightest and Tig was getting worried. To his knowledge Happy hadn’t even called to say he was running late.

Moments after the interaction with her uncle Lexie heard the familiar rumbling of Happy’s bike in the distance much to her relief as well as her uncle’s. Slowly she stood and made her way over to the door of the office watching him roll into the lot. She watched him park his bike with a sad smile on her bruised face. The argument she had had with Happy was still weighing heavy on her mind. She hoped that he would be willing to at least talk to her. She regrated yelling at him the night before. She should have figured out a way to tell him calmly that coming into TM, even if it was only for a few hours, was what needed to happen to keep her somewhat sane. To her surprise she saw the tall, lean biker heading directly for her.

Happy noticed her in the doorway of the office the moment he turned into the lot at Teller-Marrow, he always wondered how she knew it was his bike coming down the road. It comforted and freaked him out at the same time. As he walked toward the office, he carefully removed the backpack that carried the precious cargo that took him longer to get than he liked but he wasn’t showing up to see her without the contents in that bag. Getting closer to her he unzipped the backpack carefully and started to pull out what took him so long to retrieve.

Just as he got to Lexie he pull out a dozen of her favorite flowers, Lady Diana Roses(2). He offered an apologetic smile as he handed them to her, and hoped she would take them from him without too much fuss.

“Aw, Hap. You remembered…” was all she could say as she took them from him. She looked them over and reveled in their beauty. She offered him a small grateful smile and laid them on the desk and gently sat herself back down. Knowing Happy she figured he would want to talk about the previous night.

She was right, after he had jumped to help her sit back down, he started talking about why he had gotten so upset with her pushing to get back into her routine so soon after what she went through. Telling her how he felt, admitting to his fears surrounding the situation. His fear of her shutting down and bottling everything up instead of letting herself feel and process through the emotions and heal from the damage that had been inflicted upon her. And his fear of losing her, of her running away, her leaving him again.

Lexie nodded and listened to him voicing his fears and concern. Acknowledging that he had sound thoughts and theories. Telling him she understood him, and her track record wasn’t really confidence inspiring. She promised him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere this time. She was finally home and that was where she had planned on staying. She told him that yes, she still gets stir crazy from time to time when she’s cooped up at home too long and that was exactly her reason for coming into TM that morning. She knew that it would have only been a matter of time before she would start getting ‘twitchy’.

He nodded in agreement. He knew too well how she got when she wasn’t either able or allowed to do what she needed to because of one thing or another. He had perched himself against the desk and next to her, crossing his arms as they talked.

After Happy was satisfied that they were sufficiently on the same page, He mentioned he had one other thing for her and after pausing once he finally caught sight of the obviously Scottish bear that had been waiting on the desk in the office. Asking for the bear to stay in the office and noting Lex agreeing without hesitation, he reached into his cut and pulled out the tattoo design he had worked on the night before.

He had asked if she knew the meaning of a Medusa tattoo(3) and after her answer of no he explained that it meant survival, strength, and overcoming both the physical and psychological aftermath of that type of assault. He knew he didn’t need to explain the reason behind Medusa became the figure head for that as Lex was a student of Greek mythology. It was one of her main interests since she was a child. He still had some of her books on the subject packed away for her.

Lexie looked at him, “Hap, only way I’m getting that done is if you are the artist.” Her voice was soft, and it was clear that she was starting to tire out and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Happy noticed her tuckering out before him and offered her an understanding smile and excused himself momentarily. Returning about ten minutes later speaking in as gentle of a tine as he could muster, “Come on Sweetheart, lets get you back to Tig’s place so you can rest. I’ll stay with you for some time if you would like that…”

He trailed off, too engrossed in watching Lex delicately maneuvering herself to get up out of the chair she was in. He got to her and helped in supporting her knowing that she was soon going to need to medicate again.

Lex intuitively reached out for the hand that had been offered. Thanking Happy for not only helping her but for not pushing her away like some of the men in the club would have. She Gave him a tired smile, “So I guess you are the one driving me home?” She received a nod from Hap. “And how is tig getting home then?”

He sighed, “I suppose I will have to bring you SUV back to the lot, but I can wait to bring it back down later if you want me to stay with you for a little bit…”

Lexie nodded, and asked one simple thing, “And if I want you to stay with me?” Her voice was soft and showing her exhaustion as she held up her keys in her nonbroken had offering them to him.

Happy took her keys and escorted her to her vehicle. Making sure to keep a close watch on her making sure that any little bobble would be nothing more than just that. Last thing any of them needed was her falling over right after all the other issues. That would be an unequivocal setback for her.

Hap got her into the passenger seat and buckled up before getting himself in the driver’s side and situated ready to drive her back to Tig’s house. Along the way they talked a bit more about a little bit of everything. From the weather to some of the places she had lived and visited back east. The places she ended up living the longest and what places she loved almost as much as Charming.

It was the first easy organic conversation they had had since she came back. There were no expectations or explanations. Just the two of them reconnecting after all their time apart. They both knew that had she not been kidnapped and put through the nightmare that she was, this probably wouldn’t have happened this soon. It most likely would have taken months for them to get back to this level of comfort and ease between the two of them. This was the only positive to come from that nightmare.

As they pulled into the driveway of Tig’s home Lexie turned to Happy, who was still in the driver’s seat, and spoke quietly, “Hap, can you promise me something?”

Her question took Happy by surprise, which caused him to faulter momentarily before answering her, “I can try, Little Girl. You know how this life is…” He looked cautiously in her direction almost after of what she may have been about to ask of him.

Lexie nodded in agreement, she knew all too well how unpredictable the MC life could be, she took a deep breath and looked at her hands as she spoke, “Hap, after I’m healed and past the worst of this mess, will you promise to take me home with you?”

Happy could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment at her question he gave her one of his sly grins that he knew she loved so much, “Lex, if I knew Tig wouldn’t cut my balls off, Id take you home now…”

To Be Continued…

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Part 16

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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year

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Sweet boy König angst to fluff, I would love him to be protective with reader who got knocked out and him at the hospital 😭🥹

Hey sweet anon :) Based on your ask and popular demand here is a very angsty fic about you being injured and König losing his damn mind. I may or may not went a little overboard ;) So, prepare for all the angst/hurt/comfort you can handle :P It´s SFW.

Your code name is Queeny

König x f!reader

Summary: You get seriously injured and König is losing his mind. He wasn´t able to tell you yet! Would he ever get the chance to now?

Word count: 3.294

Warnings: Hurt, angst, hurt/comfort, injuries, blood, medical talk, devestated König but all the fluff in the end

“Somebody help!!!!” His panicked yells were muffled by the rushing in your ears, by the steadily slower beating of your heart, by the roaring of fire and breaking rubble all around you. It was chaos. What´d happened? One moment you were with your team, scouting for vantage points above the main battle area and the next, Boom!! Heat had encased your body as it fell. Pressure from falling concrete and steel on your chest and legs almost burying you. Why? Why was there an explosion? The enemy didn’t even make it to the area where you wanted to ambush them yet.

“Ghost! Soap! Help me!!” That voice…That booming voice. König. He never sounded like that…desperate, devastated. Your sight was blurry when you tried to open your eyes. They were so heavy. Not even adrenalin helping you stay awake. This was bad. Very bad. König…you heard hurrying footsteps and yells before some of the pressure was lifted from your legs. They felt cold and wet. Must be blood your foggy brain mused.

“No, no, no, no, no, Queeny! Eyes open, keep them open, Liebling, please!! Lt, that one! The one on her chest. I can pull her out!”

“König, calm down, we don’t know how injured she is. We can´t just lift the damn thing” you heard your Lt shout. “We have to! I´m not leaving without her!” Your heart tried to swell at König´s words. He was a sweetheart if you got to know him. Scary as all hell on the battlefield but couldn’t hurt a fly when not on duty. Your eyes tried to focus on him. His sniper hood was right above you. The whites of his eyes so clearly visible you knew how wide open they must be. His pale blueish green irises held a look of pure devastation as he gazed down at you. Strong hands held your neck in place as piece after piece of rubble was carefully removed from your lower body. The pressure and weight on your chest and abdomen however held it´s deathly grip on you.

You knew you were bleeding out from somewhere. Your hands were cold, you heart didn’t beat as quickly as it should. Your own medical experience kicked in and you knew your chances were slim if evac didn’t arrive in the next two minutes.

“-loosing too much blood. Evac, this is Ghost. How copy?” We´re out three minutes, Lieutenant. How´s the situation? “Critical!! Hurry your arses up!” You heard a gurgling sound from König´s throat above you and wished more than anything to be able to give him just one more book recommendation, to make one more cup of tea with him in the middle of the night, one more time be able to see his face. You couldn’t even touch him. His hands on the side of your neck began to shake.

“Lt” he said in a chocked up voice. “Ghost…we need to get her out from under there! When evac arrives we need to leave within the minute.”

“He´s right, Lt. We have to try” Soap on your other side sounded worried beyond measure. A deep sigh came from your superior. “Fuckin´ hell!” he hissed. “Right, Soap. Hand me that rod, I´m goin´ to use it as a lever. Help König pull her out as soon as there´s room, got it? If we don´t try she dies anyways.” You almost chuckled at the bluntness of your Lt. He was a character, for sure, but you´d lay your life in his hands without hesitation. You´d already done so multiple times. Just like today.

Faintly you heard a helicopter landing in front of the destroyed building you were in. Slowly the pressure on your chest vanished bit by bit and by the time you felt two sets of hands pull you from the rubble, you made some throaty noises of relief. That was before the pain shot through your torso, down the length of your spine and into your legs.

A scream erupted from your throat you didn’t know you still had the strength for. Your ribs felt like they had been pulverized, your skin bruised and ripped, your muscles crushed, your bones broken.

Before you saw the evac team run in your direction the only thing you could hear was König´s raw, pleading voice. “Queeny, hold on. I know, Liebling. I know, I know it hurts. You´re going to be fine, mein Schatz. Bitte…” Your heart was screaming for him, wanting to let him know what you felt. What you had hidden away since the first time you saw him. What he truly meant to you. But your vision blurred. Blackness slowly creeping up on you as babbled, quiet pleas left his trembling lips. “Bitte…not her, please. ___, stay awake. Bleib bei mir, bitte! (Stay with me, please)”

The last thing you felt was his clammy hands leaving your body as Ghost and Soap both were needed to pull him away from you so the evac team could start their work. By the time you had lost consciousness, König was on his knees, bending over and screaming his devastation and helplessness into the concrete on which he had collapsed on. Both his arms now loosely hanging from Ghost´s and Soap´s grip standing next to him. Both men watching with empathy how their teammate broke and evac hurried you away before pulling König to his feet. “Get up, König. Come on, man! Start walking. She needs you” Soap said sternly as he pulled on König´s limp arm. He seemed to snap out of it and got up, forcing his long limbs to move and scramble after you.

Back in the helicopter the medics did everything they could to stabilize you. Throwing medical terms at each other and trying to stop your various injuries from bleeding. “She´s losing too much blood. Get me a transfusion. What´s her blood type?” One of the medics reached for your dog tags and inspected them. “O-negative” he said. “Fuck” another one said and reached for the transfusion bags. “We only have one bag left, that´s not going to be enough to get her to the hospital.”

König´s insides froze and nausea filled his stomach. Before he could dissolve into despair yet again though, Ghost caught his attention and patted his chest where his dog tags lay, pointing at König after doing so. Quickly, the Austrians gears kicked into motion and he spoke up.

“I ´m O-negative. Use my blood!” The medic´s head whipped around and he contemplated for only a second. “No other choice. Let me see your tags.” König kneeled down next to him and pulled at the chain around his neck. “O-negative, got it! When was your last check up?” König didn’t hesitate. “Right before this mission. Two weeks ago. Came back clean.” The medic seemed relieved and nodded. “Henderson, prepare a direct transfusion. Hurry.”

They managed to keep your heart beating until the heli landed on top of the nearest military hospital. You were ushered to the ER so quickly, König still had the needle stuck in his arm as he jumped out after you. Ghost and Soap had to hold him back yet again.

Hours later, König still sat in the waiting room in front of the doors of the ER. Hunched over and feeling so lost his whole body was minutes away from giving out on him. Ghost and Soap had been called back to base for a briefing with Captain Price. He was the one that ordered König to stay at the hospital and inform them regularly about your condition. The thing was, nobody bloody told him anything!

You´d been in the operating room for nearly six hours now and no nurse or doctor would give him any information. He was slowly going mad. He´d managed to overthink every single second of that morning when they first arrived on site. Were there signs of the explosive? Could he have seen it? How did they know they were going to be there? Why wasn´t it him on that operating table right now? Why? Why? Frustration consumed him at this point and angrily he pulled at his sniper hood, revealing his slightly too long auburn hair and smudged face. He couldn’t care less at this point.

His cold hands were still shaking by the time the doors opened again several hours later. 10 hours, 42 minutes to be exact. A very exhausted surgeon steered his way over to König. His hood fell from his hands to the ground in slow motion as he got up from the uncomfortable chair.

The surgeons eyes were rimmed with dark circles and he sighed deeply, ruffling his hair. “No” König whispered and tears sprung to his eyes immediately. “Nein, bitte nicht. Bitte nicht. (No, please no. Please no.)” His own hands grabbed the strands on his head. The hair you loved to ruffle, the hair that reminded you of the setting sun, you´d once said. “We managed to close the most dangerous wounds and stopped the inner bleeding. Patched up her broken leg. Her foot…her foot was difficult to repair. She´s going to need extensive physical therapy… if she wakes up. I´m sorry, we had to induce a coma. She´d lost so much blood that we fear her brain might have been without enough oxygen for too long. Only time and her own strength will tell now.”

“But…she´s alive?” König asked with a shaking voice. The surgeon nodded. “Yes, she´s alive. Breathing on her own as well. It´s a waiting game now.”

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And König waited. Waited days, weeks, months. Every free minute he could spare he spent at your side. Slowly watching your body heal and yet, the coma remained. He brought you flowers, read you stories and talked to you as much as he could. Somedays he just sat by your side and quietly let the tears fall. He missed you. He missed you with an intensity he never knew. His chest constricted every time he was sent on another mission and knew it would be several days until he saw you again. He missed your voice. Your funny little quips and encouraging words whenever his nervousness took hold of him again. You always had a way of calming him down.

It didn’t take him long to appreciate your beauty as well. How could he not? He was just a man. When you weren´t deployed, you spent your time together on base with training, reading, watching movies and drinking tea. He knew he had developed feelings for you when he noticed he couldn´t really spar with you anymore like he used to. He´d be more careful not to come at you too forcefully (a fact about which you had nearly ripped him a new one) and when he´d overwhelmed you yet again, pinning your frustratedly huffing body to the training mat, he´d realized with a stuttering pulse how warm your body was. How pliant and soft your flesh was, how your chest was heaving. He really tried to not make it a problem. Feelings in your line of work weren´t exactly a good idea. Teamwork and all that, sure. Could safe your ass. But romantic feelings were a problem.

To his despair he didn’t even have the time to tell you about his feelings. About how much they´d grown, how much you meant to him. He just wanted more time. If it meant he couldn’t work for the military anymore…he´d find something else. Maybe in the private sector…if it meant he could be with you. If it meant he had more time. But once again being caught in a dream world he was transported back into that hospital room. Quietly sobbing and dwarfing your hand in his while he watched your still sleeping form.

“They´re going to try and wake you up tomorrow, Liebling” he said with a tight voice, trying to smile. “They did some tests and your brain reactions seem to have stabilized.” König rubbed his thumb over your hand. He stood up, leaning over you. With careful fingers he stroked the side of your face lovingly. “You´re fighting so well, Queeny. You´re truly a warrior. So much more than any of us” his voice cracked at the end. He leaned down and pressed his tear streaked lips to your forehead, whispering against it. “Bitte, Queeny. Bitte komm zurück und sag´ mir jeden Tag, dass meine Haare zu lang werden. (Please, Queeny. Please come back and tell me every day that my hair is getting too long) I´ll do anything to hear your voice again.”

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The next day, König sat in the waiting room again, this time surrounded by Soap, Ghost and Price. None of them wanted to miss this. The doctors had given you the right medication to wake you up and now, everyone waited in various stages of nervousness. Ghost leaned against the wall stoically, his arms crossed over his massive chest. Price was reading some report to distract him, murmuring something under his breath and Soap sat a few chairs away from König, gnawing on his thumbnail. König however was a mess. At some point either Price´s, Ghost´s or Soap´s gaze were on him just to make sure he wouldn’t topple over.

His face was even paler than it usually was. His eyes red rimmed and deep dark purple shadows beneath them. No wonder, the man hadn’t slept properly in months. Price turned his head to him. The Captain was not at all unaware of what was going on with the younger soldier. Heavens he knew how difficult it was to maintain any kind of relationships within the military. And yes, his own marriage had made him more receptive to how König felt and how he could help him instead of telling him off. He couldn’t imagine having to deal with his wife being in a coma. He´d go insane. So he just reached out and patted König roughly on the shoulder. He didn’t much react except for a little hiccupping sound. Cold sweat was running down his neck while his hand shook like leaves.

After what felt like hours, one of the nurses came into the waiting area and König swallowed loudly, staring her down. She did seem a little nervous when she saw the intense stare with which he pinned her to the spot. “She´s asking for you, sir” she squeaked and nodded towards him. “That is, if you´re König?” A short breath escaped him quickly. “It worked?” he whispered disbelievingly. “She´s fine?” The nurse smiled and beckoned him to follow her. On shaky legs he tried to put one foot in front of the other.

Inside your room, several doctors made sure your reflexes were normal and your breathing stable. You felt so groggy. Your memory only coming back in little pieces. An explosion, rubble, smoke, pain.

“König” you whispered for the sixth time since you woke up. “He´ll be here shortly. Focus on breathing” the doctor said in a calm voice. “Your vitals look very good,___. You´ll need a lot of rest but you pulled through.”

You nodded your head. You´re alive. Alive. Able to speak, to move, if very sluggishly. König.

The door opened and there he was. His huge frame coming through the door, ducking slightly when he stepped through the doorframe. He looked horrible and your heart squeezed for your love. You held out your hand to him. “Stand up straight” you croaked with a dry throat and smiled. You only saw a whirl of auburn, pale skin and black clothing before he was leaning over you holding your face in between his shaking hands. “Queeny” he breathed. “You came back, mein Schatz.” His tears fell down the tip of his nose. You lay a hand on his and smiled up at him. “Don´t cry, König. I´m here. I´m here, my love.” A strangled sob escaped him as he carefully sat down next to you on the bed and buried his face in your neck. The doctors and nurses had all left at this point. You tried to calm him down as best you could. Humming melodies and stroking his hair soothingly.

Minutes later his tears vanished and he sat up again, looking at you a little embarrassed. You just grinned a little and stroked his face. “Missed you” you said. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Me too, Liebling. Missed you so much. I´m so happy you´re back. I was so worried” König´s eyes were trained on your face. Your heart swelled. “I´m sorry, mein Großer (my big boy). I´m sorry I worried you. I should´ve-“ “No” he said resolutely and leaned his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “You fought for months, Queeny. You fought your way back! What happened was not your fault.” Your own eyes stung with tears. “It was nobodies fault” you said. “König, I was so scared. I was so scared I wouldn’t get to tell you.” He lifted his head again looking at you wondrously. He nodded in understanding. The way you looked at him had no other outcome than you having the same feelings. He swallowed. “Tell me now” he whispered in a hopeful voice.

“I love you” you said with all the truth in your heart. He looked like a massive boulder had been removed from his chest and he was breathing for the first time. Touching every single inch of skin on your face with shaking fingertips he nodded and again tears fell down his cheeks. When you wiped them away he said “Me too. I love you so much, mein Engel.”

With that you pulled him down by his neck and kissed him happily. He responded in kind immediately, a little groan escaping his mouth. His soft lips on yours, you felt like the whole world could just bugger off. This was all you needed. All you wanted. This gentle giant kissing you so lovingly and with such care it almost felt like not enough. “König” you whispered against his lips. “König, I´m not made of sugar. Fuckin´ kiss me.”

With your permission he grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips so desperately onto yours, you finally felt alive. He opened his mouth slightly and not hesitating you pushed your tongue against bis lower lip. König whined as he tangled his tongue with yours, really kissing you with earnest and all the relieve he felt. “I love you” he said between kisses. “Queeny, ich liebe dich. (I love you) I want to be with you no matter what it takes. I´m yours.”

Your arms wound themselves around his torso as a tear ran down the side of your face.

A throat cleared itself from the doorway and reluctantly König detached from you. He threw a nasty look over his shoulder but pulled up his shoulders when he saw his Captain and Teammates were standing at the foot of your bed. They too wore very relieved expressions.

“Glad you´re alright,___” your Captain said with his signature smile. You laughed lightly and sent a watery smile and many thank you´s towards your Team. All the while König was still holding you, looking at you adoringly. “You´ll need extensive physical therapy, the doc said” Price continued. You nodded your head. Price saw the change in you. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at what was coming but he understood completely. He warned Soap and Ghost beforehand. “With all due respect, Captain. Ghost, Soap….” You took König´s hand in yours and looked up at him smiling brightly. He had a confused expression on his face but grinned none the less, showing his canines. You turned back to your Team, smiling happily and shrugging a little bit.

“I quit.”

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