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ask-secretagentsquad · 2 years

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Recuperation and Reiteration

(Hi I’m back from the dead suddenly and with absolutely no warning; Anyways, I’ve got tons more experience now, and this is the piece that revamps and sets the line for how the story is gonna proceed :) have fun! There may be some changes because I might have missed something but that’s ok. Also my name’s Oz now)

Days were passing, one by one, where nothing happened. Two weeks went by. Jesse and Gil spent most of the time asleep; Gil, plagued by nightmares almost every night. He described them as someone else’s memories, from someone else’s point of view. There was imagery of his hands, which were not his own, killing. They were bloodied, so were the white or wooden walls he walked past. These were only occasional, though- Some of his nightmares were merely considered nightmares because they shared the same format of looking through someone else’s eyes. In them, sometimes, the actions themselves would be mundane, in a location he didn’t know, working technology or patrolling silver hallways like a drone soldier. Gil said he thinks this is what was what his future was going to be, if he hadn’t escaped from PAMA when he did.

Lukas worked quietly with Olivia and Axel in another room, going through a few of the deciphered notebook pages with them. They were vague, jotted notes and nothing more, but held significant amounts of information. Lukas hadn't been able to stop thinking about the final one that was decoded- 'Yellowstone.' Compared to the other pages, this was… More decisive, even- more severe, and it put a bit of a wildcard into play. The rest of the notes conveyed a planned pattern of multiple attacks, using bait and coordination. 'Yellowstone' conveyed a distinctive, worldwide annihilation event.

The Witherstorm had missiles, this much was clear. How they would use them, now, was not so clear. The only thing that was, was that the agents had to move first.

While the agents rested, he pondered. Through the calm silence that they were gifted by the Witherstorm Leader's intense injury, his mind just couldn't calm. The Witherstorm's plans, Jesse, Gil, Romeo, the unnerving stillness of the whole Vault, the uncertainty for how long they have, even… Nightmares of his own. Strange ones, like the one Gil complained about, from some other perspective, separated from the body. He blamed those on Gil's troubles for the past few days, worried constantly about him, and the added stress of Jesse, despite him being almost entirely healed, definitely didn't help. Then there was the other Lukas. That was something he couldn't forget even if he wanted to. He tried keeping his mind off of it all by helping Olivia with some of the more technical things, but it was all just so uncanny; like looking into a mirror. A mirror that gave you green goggles and a toothy mask, by default.

… "Stress" was an understatement. Definitely.

There was only one call out of the Vault since the last call to Reginald, and it was to call off the original call for transportation. The Witherstorm Leader was gone, and there was nothing they had to pick up. No one came to the Vault, no one left. It stayed quiet. Mourning, mostly, amongst the Colossuses, kept even the hallways to a heavy stillness. Even the very room Lukas was standing in felt hollow, despite the company of his friends there. Wally in particular had barely spoken to anyone since the news of Romeo’s passing, he only checked in occasionally to each room as he was patrolling, and never spoke in casual conversation. If he did speak casually, it was to Conner, who had all of his attention outside of his work. Lukas suspected he was walling up and focusing on anything else to not focus on pain, which of course was understandable of him. Lukas would be doing the same, if he had the option.

Unfortunately, he didn’t.

“You’ve been staring at that sheet of paper for almost an hour, Lukas. Blink, at least.” Olivia cut through the silence, giving him a nudge on the shoulder.

“Sorry,” he sighed, letting it drape onto the table. His voice was soft, almost under his breath. “I just don’t know what else to do.”

“I would tell you to stop worrying so much, but that would be hypocritical.”

“Yeah, and keep in mind it's impossible, as well.”

“We’ll come up with something. Jesse’s plan will work.”

“Jesse’s plan?”

“I think it was something like Plan C, or maybe Plan D.”

“One of the many, right…” Lukas heaved out a deeper sigh, putting his elbows up on the table and covering his face with his hands. “When does that go into effect, exactly?”

“I’ve been watching it. Technically, it already is in effect.” Olivia slid something across the table, over in front of him. Lukas peeked through his fingers, down to a small radar device. It matched the steel and blue aesthetic of the Vault; Romeo’s technology.

“What is that?”

“Remember your weird clone?”

“Um… Yeah. How could I not?”

“That’s Plan- Whatever. Jesse stuck a tracker to him while he was unconscious. Look.” Olivia tapped at the screen, overtop of a blue blip. “It hasn’t moved much in days… But I’ve been waiting for Jesse to get back on his feet before we do anything.”

“Where is that? Is there some kind of interference? It looks like it’s just barely holding on..”

“Under water, and in the center of one of the most irradiated places on the planet… It’s not doing too hot, but it’s managed to hang in there without getting worse,” Olivia picks the device back up, looking at the screen with a sort of sad impatience. “That’s all I can ask for.”

“I'll go check on Jesse. I wish he’d mentioned this to me sooner- But I guess.. His plan hinged on both of us putting on a believable act in front of the Leader, otherwise he might’ve thought something was up even by taking- the other me.”

“I thought he did tell you.” Olivia looked just as surprised as Lukas did.

“Maybe he forgot to- You know Jesse.” Lukas shrugged, before pushing himself up from the table. “Either way, I’m just glad it worked. We’re gonna have to do something with this soon, though, before we risk losing it entirely. I’ll be back with Jesse in a little bit.”

“Check on Gil, too, will you?” Axel finally spoke up, from where he was mostly dozing off in his seat. “Petra said he got worse.”

“I’ll make sure he’s alright.”

—

“You’re sure you’re gonna be ready to leave?”

A heavy stack of clothing is flopped down on a black-sheeted cot, followed by Ranger flopping down right beside it with a big sigh.

“No worries, Trev! I’m just waiting until Leader gets better, but I’ve been ready to leave since I heard about the assignment. I know Leader’s got the triangle under control, so I’ve got nothing to worry about,” he assured his brother, who was waiting, visibly nervous, in the door to his room. His arms were crossed, and for extra impact, he didn’t bother having his goggles on. Trevor spoke through his eyes almost as much as Orion did… Ranger, even from the bed, could see the worry in them. And the anger hidden beneath it.

“Look-” He started again, getting right back to his feet. “It’ll be fine. You know it’s just the usual routine, and I’ll be back in a couple weeks.”

“You told me this already,” Trevor gruffed. “And I told you already, the agents have been causing so much turmoil recently, and they have a sub. What’s to stop them from going after you?”

“They won’t know- The U-boat is practically invisible.”

“They have access to all of Romeo’s tech, now.”

“Pssh, that’s not gonna change anything.” Ranger gave his hands a nonchalant wave. “You worry too much. Besides, I have to go, I can’t exactly do anything about that.”

“You could let me go with you-”

“No no, Trevor-” Ranger waved the thought away quickly, “You know you can’t. Leader needs you way more than PAMA does. He’s been acting stupid, recently, and I need you to keep an eye on him and that- that ‘Green’ guy. Make sure he gets better and make sure nothing bad happens to him again, okay? You gotta yell at him for me while I can’t.”

“... You should at least ask Orion to make a plan.”

“Dude-” Ranger almost flinched at Trevor’s use of his brother’s name. Both because it frightened him a bit when Trevor got so serious, but also saying ‘Orion’ after so long of him being their ‘Leader’ just felt wrong. In hindsight, that was probably very telling.

“Do it.” For good measure, Trevor gave him a jab in the chest. “I won’t settle, and I won’t trust that you’ll be fine, until you do. I’ve had enough of ‘Everything’s okay’ and ‘It’ll be fine.’ Orion’s given me plenty, and he’s lying about it all the time. I don’t want you lying to me, too. Just do it.”

Trevor didn’t even give him a chance to reply; he simply turned on his heels and went to sweep out of the room. As he did, he noticed a figure had taken his place in the doorway: Orion, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Trevor startled for a moment, before the stern impression he just had returned, even slightly stronger. He swept right past him, without saying a word, and made his way down the hallway. If he felt any fear, or any guilt, he did not show it.

Orion simply let him go. He understood. He was being insufferable, these past few days… But it was necessary to continue. He spent three days in bed, and that was plenty. He’d already gotten an earful from Green, and from Ranger as well- Trevor’s righteous anger was only another consequence of the fight. The faster he finished, the faster he could put all of this behind him.

Ranger, unlike Trevor, looked nearly mortified to see that Orion had heard the conversation, and couldn’t help but panickedly wonder how much he had heard. Orion only stepped into the room and settled himself in front of Ranger. A firm hand placed on Ranger’s shoulder was enough to wipe most of that worry away.

“How much did you hear?” Ranger started.

Orion moved his hand away,

“Enough.”

“So… You heard what Trevor said. Have a plan?”

Orion nodded.

“They will not look at you.”

The emotion in Orion’s eyes was scary. Comforting, that he seemed so determined to assure, but scary nonetheless, for the malice they held alone.

“How?”

“Doing what I should have done before.”

—

“Hey, Jesse?” A light knock on the metal door to Jesse’s room was followed by Lukas stepping inside anyway. Jesse looked up from what he was doing; it looked like scribbling, in a pocket-sized lined notebook. “How are you holding up?”

“Way better than yesterday, and yesterday was better than the day before. Y’know, there’s only so long an injury can keep me down,” Jesse shut the little notebook once he locked eyes with Lukas; not like he was hiding, but more relieved that he now had something else to do. Lukas couldn’t hide a soft smile.

“I’ll cut right to the chase-”

“What, there has to be a chase for you to visit?” Jesse faked a pout.

“No, of course not– I’ve apparently been caught in a trance for a few hours, sorry for not showing up sooner.”

“Tsk, that special Lukas worry trance, eh?”

“It’s that frequent?” Lukas huffed out a short laugh through his nose.

“You do it sometimes when we’re about to board a plane. Normally you use the complimentary magazines. What was it this time?”

“The Witherstorm’s notes.”

“Ohh, man, it’s that bad?”

“Yes,” Lukas sighed, “Olivia told me about your plan C- or D-”

“I think we’re on D now-” There was a quick change in Jesse’s tone as he shook his head and quickly tried to begin his three part apology. “I’m sorry for not telling you, I just-”

“Needed the performance to be real, I know, I understand.” Lukas waved it down with an air of assurance. “It’s a good plan, and it’s working, but we’ve got to act on it, real soon. That’s why I’m here. You feeling well enough to move forward?”

“Absolutely.” A determined smirk brightened up Jesse’s features considerably… Smiles of any kind usually did. They, every time, without fail, made Lukas feel just a bit better about the entire situation.

It didn’t last very long, though- A room over, someone shouts. It’s not hard to guess who. Through the heavy silence it cut, obviously coming from Gil. Lukas doesn’t hesitate to bolt, giving a quick ‘come along’ nod to Jesse. Jesse threw the covers off and leapt out of the bed to follow.

Lukas threw the door open to see Gil not in the bed, but on the floor, head clutched in his hands and legs tangled up in the sheet that he dragged down with him.

“Gil!” Immediately, he was at his side. He steadied his twitching with a hand behind his neck. “It’s never been this bad before- Jesse, help me out!”

Jesse was already knelt alongside him, and gave him a heavily questioning quirk of the brow,

“How?!”

“The nightmares- They’re not going- They’re not- I can see them-” Gil was groaning beneath his breath, and he only dug his fingers in deeper.

“It’s alright, Gil- It’s not real, it’s nightmares-” Lukas tried to assure him, to no avail.

“I can see! I can see it- I know where I am… I know what this is! I know who I see! Urrgh- It hurts.. It’s real, it’s real… I’m not me. I’m it. I can see it. Through it..” Gil’s mumbling and groaning was practically incomprehensible, but it was enough to prove one thing; this went much deeper than it appeared. Lukas didn’t get a chance to ask what Gil was seeing, he was unconscious again before he could even try, once again limp in Lukas’s hold.

“... What was that?” Jesse spoke up first.

“I don’t know… But we have plenty to ask him, once he’s awake.”

#mcsm au #secret agent squad #story #witherstorm #sa jesse #sa lukas #Ozzy writes

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angrylesbianstereotype · 2 years

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With the way Walt wasted no time to start abusing Jesse as soon as they partnered up, and considering Walt treats Jesse like he's his son AND his wife... Do you think this means Walt had been bursting at the seams to abuse his real son and real wife this whole time, and only with Jesse did he have a chance to do so?

*Pushes glasses up on nose as though I am a respected scholar in a legitimate field of study* Ok so I hate to answer a compelling question with a kind of roundabout, not at all concrete answer but here goes: Walter wants to do whatever Walter wants to do, in the moment, without having to concern himself with that pesky, pedestrian little irritant known as ye olde consequences. He’s your basic old white fart who, because he grew up with the oxymoron of the white man as a vehicle for both exceptionalism and the Everyman, believes that consequences should not apply to him, and feels that he has been hard done by because, shocker, his stagnancy prior to the beginning of the series hasn’t resulted in everything he ever wanted falling into his lap! He does abuse both Skyler and Flynn over the course of the series, the assault on Skyler in season two being the most overtly violent of these instances, though it is heavily implied in season five that this isn’t even a one time occurrence; “I can’t even keep you out of my bed!” It’s also in season two that he peer pressures his teenage son into drinking to excess to gain the upper hand in his one-sided pissing contest with Hank, and this mirrors the ways in which he flexes his control over Jesse in front of Gus and Mike. Walter is dangerous precisely because he doesn’t view himself as an abuser, it’s not like he wistfully daydreams about slouching around the house in a wifebeater, terrorizing his wife and kids until they walk on eggshells around him. In fact, he’s shown throughout the series to act like a little pissbaby throwing a little pissbaby tantrum whenever he’s treated by his family like the monster he is. He wants to be able to act on his anger, to rape his wife and bully his son, without being subject to any of the organic repercussions these actions would inevitably induce. He doesn’t want to play the part of the mild-mannered family man anymore, or put in any of the work required to keep up that front, but he still wants to be seen as the provider and benevolent patriarch. He wants to have his fucking cake and eat it to.

That’s where Jesse comes in.

Walter loves Jesse, he does. The problem was never that he didn’t love Jesse, it was why he loved Jesse. Walter loves Jesse more than Flynn, that much was confirmed by Vince in a quote I can’t find anymore for the fucking life of me so you’ll just have to take my word for it ig. Walter might even love Jesse more than Skyler. But he doesn’t love Jesse as a person so much as a conduit, as an indispensable resource. It’s pretty vital, actually, that the person Walter projects all his shit onto isn’t a part of his immediate family, because then Jesse can be whatever he wants him to be. It’s great for Walter that Jesse’s a junkie, because then, according to societal norms, he doesn’t have to see Jesse as human when he’s taking out all of his anger on him. When Jesse isn’t being malleable enough for his liking, or even if Walt’s mad about something else entirely, then Jesse’s just a junkie, a nobody, an ungrateful, petulant fuck-up. When Walter is being rightfully shut out by his family or needs Jesse for some material task, then Jesse is practically family to him. They’re partners. It’s a terrible burden to put on an impressionable 24-year-old, a pretty fucking shitty thing to do to someone who trusts you, more than they should, and an impossible exception to live up to, to be someone’s everything.

So when Jesse inevitably fails at it, inevitably falls short of this perfectly imperfect idealization of himself, he is punished, horribly.

Walter never would have done the things he did to Jesse to Flynn, or to Skyler.

He doesn’t love them as much.

#i love being dramatic being dramatic is my jesse #i could literally go on but i just wrote a whole academic thesis so #breaking bad #brba #jesse pinkman #skyler white #flynn white #anti walter white #walter white hate blog #fun fact this is edited bc i mistakenly put jesse’s age as 23 not 24 #bc I’M 23 #i kin him so bad it makes me look stupid #tw sa mention

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bolithesenate · 2 months

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Oh you're bored?! Oh oh no here I come to be terrible

Fuck/Marry/Kill challenge! Jocasta, Dooku, Sifo-Dyas.

easy

fuck Jocasta, marry Dooku, kill Sifo

(I couldn't take Jocasta in a fight and I want Dooku's money and status. And I hate to say it but Sifo is very killable. Doomed by the narrative in every way)

(Me and Dooku can keep him frozen in the basement together as a bonding activity <3)

#you say you come to be terrible but jess #this never was hallowed land to begin with #so take your terror somewhere where it counts #jk thanks for indulging my no braincelll hours #it's a dangerous mood for me to be in bc i always want to start recreational drama when im bored #so your good deed of the day is saing some satine girlies or whatever #random boli thoughts #answering asks

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fournets · 2 months

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if you make a hc that anyone was cheating or being abusive premh im stealing something from your house!!!

#marble hornets #during & post too but i especially see it premh to contextualize these guys as awful people For mh #alex kralie would not cheat. amy walters would not cheat. alex would not kill amy for cheating.#jessica locke would not sa someone. jess wouldn't knowingly have sex with someone in a relationship. jess would not cheat.#this includes bigotry hcs too #brian thomas would not be a womanizer. brian wouldnt abuse his partners or friends. brian would not roofie people.#tim wright would not SA anyone you fucking weirdos. fuck you guys fr #sick of this shit #not only does it remove any meaning from the story with premh speculation its FUCKING WEIRD.#all tags are examples of shit ive seen btw

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midnights-dragon · 10 months

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wait i haven’t watched the show in a while, why is canon cam bad?

Ooh boy, I could talk about this for ages. I’ll just list the main things. In the majority of the episodes in most of the seasons but primarily in the later half, Cam is toxic, controlling, manipulative, and just all-around a bad partner. He treats Mitchell terribly, from diminishing his trauma and belittling him to flat-out not caring when his own mother, Barb, and his sister, Pam, sexually assaulted Mitchell on multiple occasions.

He plays on Mitchell’s abandonment issues (such as keeping a packed suitcase to leave whenever he wants), he mocks Mitchell for not being romantic but scorns him when he does (‘Manny Get Your Gun’ is the biggest example of this), and openly scorns Mitchell for having boundaries (‘The Kiss’ comes to mind, but this happens in almost every episode). Additionally, there are so many scenes where he just appears to not care about Mitchell whatsoever; in ‘The Wild’, for example, when Mitchell is left outside alone in the middle of the woods at night, Cam doesn’t care at all, or in ‘Summer Lovin’ when his only priority is to shove Mitchell back into work rather than help him work through what’s really going on/what he’s struggling with.

The three worst things Cam has done, however, is 1) in s11 when he lied about Mitchell to their friend group and faked a breakup in order to gain sympathy for no reason other than his own ego, something I have had an ex do to me which makes it more personal, 2) in the episode ‘Mother!’ when Cam is shown to have befriended DeDe (who is portrayed as someone who abused Mitchell and Claire!!) and talked shit about Mitchell to her for their entire relationship, and 3) in the episode ‘Grab It’ when Cam forces Mitchell into a role on stage where he is non-consensually kissed by a girl and forces Mitchell to apologize for ‘ruining his play’ afterward (I’ve actually written a fix-it for several of these aforementioned situations, which you can find on my ao3, link in bio).

I won’t even go into detail about the ending of s11 for them, because I know some people are still watching it, but Mitchell was forced into that too, even when it was an awful situation that would bring good for no one other than - you guessed it - Cameron.

Some people might say that Mitchell is toxic, too. I wholeheartedly disagree, however. One example is, as previously listed, ‘Manny Get Your Gun’, when Mitchell is part of a flash mob to surprise Cam with a romantic gesture, but Cam is ungrateful and angry and just a douche overall.

When Mitchell tells Cam he is being sensitive, he is one hundred percent correct. On the flip side, when Mitchell is sexually assaulted by Cam’s mother and voices his discomfort to Cam, and Cam calls him sensitive - that is toxic. That is not okay. That is disgusting behavior.

I could go on and on and on about how Mitchell deserves so much better, how Cam is terrible, how the homophobia is so deeply rooted in the show’s writers that they made the one gay couple into one of the most manipulative and toxic relationships I’ve ever seen in media. I could also stress how bad this could be for someone in real life (i.e., ‘my favorite TV couple acts like this and so if my relationship is also like that, it must be healthy!’) or how terrible it is given what we know about Mitchell’s past with shitty boyfriends only to be thrust into this new environment with another toxic partner. But I believe I’ve given enough broad examples to this.

Unfortunately, this really can be blamed on the homophobia of the writers/network and of just bad writing itself; sitcoms often fall apart when going on too long, or relationships lose their charm with the audience. That’s my biggest issue with sitcoms, though- I guarantee that no one was laughing when Cam got angry at Mitchell because Cam’s sister assaulted him.

TLDR: Cam is manipulative and toxic and shitty, which is why I write fanfiction for them. Because Mitchell deserves better, and in the fleeting, rare episodes where Cam sticks to his pilot version rather than an awful partner, he is just as wonderful. Fanon Cam, my beloved; canon Cam, you can, disrespectfully, rot in hell

#sorry for the rant #i just. i really really really hate the mofy writers #mitchell pritchett #cameron tucker #camchell #modern family #tw sa mention #anyways thanks for the ask!#jesse tyler ferguson #eric stonestreet

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8rujaa · 16 days

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my therapist really saved me….

#tw abuse // tw sa #i can’t sleep bc i keep thinking about this.#like i probably would’ve not been here if it weren’t for her #i started seeing her january of 2023… my life has changed entirely since then and she was definitely the one who got the ball rolling #literally so much has changed since then and it’s all because of her #i was so dissociated during our first few sessions #thanks to her i was able to get diagnosed and medicated for adhd. i was able to realize i was in an abusive situation and plan a way out #i was able to focus on myself and my healing and she’s helped me reframe so much of my negative thinking #i was able to process a lot of emotions and become a better version of myself with each session #she’s truly incredible.#i remember the first comment she made about the relationship had been ‘’so it’s like there’s an imbalance of control in the relationship’’#i had put my partners on such a high pedestal that i had no idea they could be doing anything wrong #and i asked her what she meant and she said ‘from what you’ve been describing it’s sounds like a strict parents and child type of dynamic’#she told me they didn’t need to understand why i wanted to leave and they didn’t need to make that decision. if that’s what was going to be #best for me the only thing i could do is let them know my reasoning and simply leave. i didn’t need their permission.’’#i remember being so confused at that realization bc like… i had been putting their emotions over mine the whole time i had forgotten simply #doing what’s best for me was an option… l #ever since then i’ve been putting myself first and it’s been a steady uphill from rock bottom… i’ve made an incredible amount of progress #when i first started with her getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen was incredibly difficult and took all my strength.#yesterday i conquered a mountain!!!!!!! i hiked all the way to the top!!!!! :D #me a year ago thought it was going to take me years and years to recover. as soon as i left i made leaps of progress #im incredibly proud of myself and grateful for her. and my reiki lady she’s also been a great great help.#the silver lining is i realized who really matters. and the relationships i cared about deepened.#my sweet virgo friend was the one who was always like ‘THATS A GROWN ASS MAN WHO CANT UNDERSTAND BASIC CONSENT???’#LMFAO i would be like ‘but he has trauma and bla bla bla’ she looked me dead in the eyes and said #’jess you said with your last boyfriend that you would never make excuses for a man who was hurting you again. stop defending him.’#she’s really a gem and i treasure her with my life. i hope she knows i love her. she’s family at this point #she’s also literally saved my life before (like deadass called 911 for help)#im glad i had the support system i had. that was a rough situation with so many layers and im glad i got through it #my 22nd year of life was by far the worst of my life and i don’t ever want to put myself in that situation again. im glad i learned.

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gracegrove · 9 months

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Idyllic

tw warnings childhood trauma, child abuse, implied child abuse, implied child sexual abuse, blackmail

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He was struggling, a half-cocked grin under wiry and unkempt hairs as plain-clothed officers moved his father out the front door. "Billy? You do exactly as they say boy, you hear me?!" he barked, startling the moping child back to reality. A woman moved into the space, her brown paisley dress shifting as she squatted to his eye level.

"Billy?"

The boy looked up through watery eyes, the rhythmic beams of red and blue lighting up his face from the police cruiser parked outside. The woman stretched out her hand to wipe at his cheek, and Billy flinched, his face already bruised and yellowing around the edges from days prior.

"Honey I'm so sorry. We're gonna make this right." She put a hand gently on his shoulder. "We're gonna get you out of here," she promised.

Lounging, head tilted back against the concrete, Neil whistled a long flat tune. He was waiting on the detective to pull his ass out of bed. He continued piping out wistful ditties until a man approached his cell an hour later.

"Name's Detective Kasey, stand away from the bars. Remember that anything you say can be held against you in a court of law..." he droned wearily as he fumbled with a ring of keys.

Neil stood brushing off his wranglers and approaching, as the cell door swung wide and the detective entered. Neil held out his wrists to be cuffed but paused with a visible wrinkle in his nose. "Wait. Kasey? Duke Kasey, from Fresno High Class of '64?"

Neil leaned into the man's space, their eyes locking as the detective looked up at him suspiciously from bushy brows. "Who wants to know?" he inquired.

Pulling his cuffed wrists back, Neil gestured to himself proudly, "Neil. Hargrove. Remember me you sonnuva bitch?"

The detective nodded a fond smile. "Well, you bastard you're in a pickle now. Let's talk."

Coming to the interview room, the men both pulled up a chair, Det. Kasey opened the file sitting on the table. "Let's see what you've gotten yourself into this time heh?" Reclining, he flipped through the file, page by page, the soft expression falling from his face.

Neil sat opposite picking his nail beds clean. "How much's this gonna cost me? Community service? A fine?"

The detective didn't answer, lifting a page over and wincing as he finally reached the section with photographic evidence. "Jesus H. Christ!" he cursed. "This is bad Neil. Real bad. This ain't no pickle."

Neil frowned, resting his arms on the table. "I can't discipline my kid?" He stated calmly.

Kasey pulled a pen from his breast pocket and reached for the tape recorder. Clicking the record button, he stated the date, time, participants, and purpose of the interview.

"Neil Hargrove, are you aware of your rights?" Kasey asked.

"I am," he replied.

"And as previously stated do you hereby waive your right to an attorney?"

"I do. I got nothing to hide." Neil shrugged.

Kasey cleared his throat. "It's alleged that you have been harming your son, William, physically. On multiple occasions. What do you have to say to that?"

Neil looked around the bare room with an air of boredom, "The boy's hard to manage. Gets into trouble an awful lot. School. Home. Fights with neighbor kids." Neil slouched out in his chair, "What am I supposed to do? Someone's gotta raise that boy, teach him right. How to be respectful. Ever since his mother left, he's been an absolute pain in the ass."

"Is that an admission?" Kasey probed, scratching out notes onto a legal pad.

"An admission of being a parent who's trying their damndest? Sure." Neil reasoned. "You would understand..."

Kasey raised an eyebrow, "I don't think I follow."

Neil gave the man a baleful smile, "Your old man really was quite the guy."

Kasey bruskly paused the recording. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Neil leaned in across the table, canines glinting in the low light. "Easy Duke, we're just talking. We're old friends after all, right?"

Kasey scoffed, he and Neil had hardly been what you'd call "friends."

"All I want is this over with," Neil continued, "I need to be home. My boy needs me. And you're gonna help me do that." Neil sniffed.

Kasey closed the casefile, "And why would I help you?"

Neil looked at the other man in mock innocence, "Because I know."

"I know it wasn't an accident."

Kasey's face paled, "And just what would make you think that?"

His voice was dry and wary, as he licked his lips, nervously padding his breast pocket for a carton of cigarettes. Lighting it, he took a deep drag.

"My old man had a bad habit of mixing booze and cigarettes. The whole house went up."

Neil leaned over the table, snatching the cigarette with a cuffed hand and smirking. "He also had a habit of keeping you around when Mommy was outta town..." Neil chuckled darkly.

"You sonnuva bitch" Kasey snarled, fingers curling into fists. "I don't have to listen to another word of this shit!" He pushed his chair gruffly away from the table, coming around and grabbing Neil roughly by the collar.

"Up! Your ass is going back where it belongs!" Kasey growled.

Gingerly holding the cigarette with his bound hands, Neil casually blew out, "I'm sure your Chief would be interested to hear about all the 'quality time' you spent with Daddy. All the -" He took another drag. "love you two shared. The hammer you buried with his blood -"

Kasey's grip slipped on him, dropping him askew in his seat. Leaving Neil to reseat himself.

Kasey loosened his tie, a visible sweat covering his face and dampening his shirt. "Wha-what hammer?"

Neil laughed, "Oh come on Dukey boy! The one I saw you bury beneath the dogwood by your toolshed. The one I dug up..."

Kasey swallowed on thinning air. "You ha-?" Neil nodded. "Yeah. I do." Kasey came back around and slumped into his seat, the chair groaning across the linoleum floor.

Moments passed in slience, marked by the monotonous ticking of the clock in the room. "So, here's what we're gonna do Duke." Neil stated resolutely as he ashed his cig on the table top. "You're gonna make this go away. And then I in my gratitude to you, will leave and never return. How's that sound?"

The detective nodded his head numbly. "That's a boy."

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"I don't know what more we can do Marsha," the man said from his seat at the kitchen table.

Marsha was putting the finishing touches on dinner as they spoke.

"Henry, we have to keep trying," she said gently.

"Marsha," Henry pushed, "How much is there even left to try? He's fighting at school again. He's angry about everything. He never lets us help him. How can we help Billy when he's like this?"

He was exasperated, rubbing a hand over his forehead, his wife giving him a supportive pat on the back.

The foster parents that Billy had been living with over these past few months were reaching their wit's end. They tried their best, welcoming him with open arms. They were very kind, but when Billy rebuffed them and avoided them they were hurt and confused.

Just then a little boy ran in the kitchen door crying. "Ma! Ma!" Marsha pulled him into to her side, thumbing at his tear-wet face. "What's wrong Sam?" "B-Billy..." he blubbered out before tumbling into tears again.

Henry shot Marsha a look. Marsha sighed, ushering the boy to sit at the kitchen table, as she went out the kitchen door to find Billy.

"Billy!? Billy?!?!" Marsha called as she entered the yard. "Come here please, we have to talk." Looking around she spotted him hiding behind the large trunk of the oak tree.

"Billy...." she sighed in disappointment as she approached. "What did you do to Sam?"

"Go away!" Billy yelled, tucking himself further behind the tree.

"I'm not going away Billy we have to talk." Marsha pushed.

"No!" Billy yelled, running from behind the tree to find a new place to hide.

Marsha reached out, grabbing Billy and wrapping him up in her arms. "Stop running Billy. You're in big trouble!"

"NO! NO! NO! NO! LET GO! LET GO!" Billy screamed. He began kicking violently, throwing his head back and hitting Marsha in the chest.

"Billy stop!" Marsha groaned, tightening her grip.

"Noooooo!" Billy bellowed, flailing and fighting even harder. Digging his heel harshly into her shin, Marsha yelped and let go, Billy running free.

He fled from the yard and was out of sight. Throwing open the kitchen door Henry looked at Marsha, "You wanna go after him?" Marsha shook her head vigorously, catching her breath. "No."

The doorbell rang. The couple composed themselves and came to the door. "Can we help you?"

The man smiled, "Good afternoon, I'm Neil Hargrove. I'm here to get my son."

#billy #billy hargrove #i just exist to break everyone's heart #i live for angst #tw neil #tw neil hargrove #neil hargrove #tw childhood trauma #tw child abuse #tw child trauma #tw child sa #Jess writes

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blondhairblacklungs · 1 year

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not sure how to feel about that!

#brba #tw sa #bc lets not kid ourselves #shit would not be consensual #uhh #jesse #todd alquist #toddjesse #for reach or whatever

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4townn · 2 years

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hc: jesse makes portraits of you

Ok like in this scenario you're feeling insecure about how you look

so like yeah you talked to him ab it

and of course he assured you that you're not ugly blah blah blah

In the next few days he started ignoring you; no hugs, no kisses, and NO. CUDDLES.

He didn't sleep in your bed either.

That just made you feel even worse about yourself.

You thought he's gonna leave you or even worse, HES. CHEATING.

jkjk he would never do that. He's Jesse c'mon

Because of those negative thoughts you cried yourself to sleep.

The next day, you woke up and saw a portrait of yourself and a bouquet of flowers.

Of course, you were staring at it, obviously confused until someone hugged you from behind.

"Jesse?"

"mm, morning baby." GAH HIS MORNING VOICE>>>

"Did you make this?" you chuckled as you took the portrait and the bouquet.

"Obviously." Jesse laughed.

"But, why?" you turned to look at him.

"Because you've been feeling insecure about how you look, so I made that to show how beautiful you really are." Jesse smiled as he kissed your nose.

You let out a deep sigh. "Thank you, Jesse. But don't ignore me again or I will kick your balls." you joked.

He laughed. "I promise. I love you." as you two shared a kiss.

I'll edit this later if there's grammatical errors

#THIS IS SO BAD BUT IM GONNA POST IT ANYWAY #TANGINA KINIKILIG AKO SA SARILI KONG FANFIC😔😔#☆ — 4townn #4town #4 town #4town jesse #4town x reader

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150151 · 8 months

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shane from twd 🤝 jess from gilmore girls

two characters who attempted to sa their love interests but fans choose to ignore that because theyre attractive

“jess stopped the second rory said no” clearly we watched two different shows. when did he stop himself? when he was trying to undo rory’s pants? she stops him, not the other way around.

“shane didnt force himself on lori” i dont know what show you were watching or if you were watching this scene with your eyes closed but forcing your hand in between someones legs and attempting to kiss them while they tell you stop and try to push you away is definitely forcing yourself onto someone. get some help.

#im tired of the stupidity i really am #gilmore girls #jess mariano #rory gilmore #twd #shane walsh #lori grimes #sa mention

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ask-secretagentsquad · 2 years

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Visions of Silver Halls

“Alright, guys, that’s enough-” Lukas waved everyone down from their side conversations, focusing instead on the initial primary objective, “Gil, you’ve gotta wake up.”

Lukas, of course, was the first by his side, shaking his old friend by the shoulder with only a light urgency. He didn’t want to jostle him too badly, but time wasn’t something they had much of, anymore. Gil wasn’t responding much, only groaning faintly with the shakes. It was a gamble- Trying to wake him up without startling him in some way was going to be like playing Operation blindfolded, and it’ll only get harder with the amount of force that’s being used.

“Maybe we could stick beef jerky under his nose,” Axel offered up. It’s difficult to tell if he’s just joking, or if it's a genuine suggestion. “It always works for me.”

“Come on, Axel..”

“I’m serious!” Ah, it must’ve been genuine. “It’s strong! You try sleeping through that smell.”

“We don’t have any beef jerky; We’re not at the agency anymore, man,” Jesse shrugged.

“Tickle his eyelashes?” Olivia suggested. “If he doesn’t wake up, his body sure will.”

“Guys-” Lukas started to interrupt and gather the party's thoughts again, but an agitated groan from the bed halted everyone’s suggestions,

“Guys.” Gil, waking before the group could initiate any of their plans, moved his hand from where it rested over the covers to his forehead, rubbing between his eyebrows with his palm. “What’s goin' on?”

“Oh.” Axel and Olivia spoke simultaneously, almost in mild disappointment. Axel continued on in a mumble, under his breath, “Well, that was easy…”

“Gil, it’s good to see you awake-” Lukas jumped quickly on the alert, helping his friend sit up and keeping a gentle support to his back.

“And not screaming, for once,” Jesse added.

“Yes.. How are you feeling?”

While Gil gathered his thoughts, Lukas whispered to Olivia to fetch a glass of water; she nodded and quickly left the room, letting the door shut behind her. Gil hadn’t been awake very long for most of the week- Any time he could, he needed to keep hydrated.

“Like hell…” Gil only replied in a deep grumble. “You all’s talkin’ pulled me out of another- I don’t know.. Nightmare, I guess, but I’m not sure anymore.”

“Yeah, neither am I. Do you remember anything about it?”

“Almost everything, when my head’s not pounding.."

"Good, that's good news… I need you to describe it. In as much detail as you can. What did you see?"

Gil took a moment to think… All of his nightmares became a sort of clash of images over time, combining into a flurry of emotion and color and noise. He tried not to think about all of it, only part of it, the recent parts. He started with what he was just seeing, before being pulled from slumber,

"I… Remember silver. Chrome. Silver walls with- Purple screens and purple stripes. I remember seeing my hands, but they weren't mine. They were darker, dirtier.. Still wrinkled from- From water, maybe. Yet dry, despite it. I held a weapon, a gun; it was silver, I remember…"

Lukas raised his eyebrows a bit, waiting, and slowly beginning to realize how right he may have been.

"Voices. I remember voices. And people. Not many, but they were there. Two voices. Talking about some kind of trip… I remember- PAMA was mentioned, and the U-boat, and.. Something about us. Someone came down the hallway, someone else left. It was easy to hear; these hallways were practically empty. I saw others like me, holding weapons and standing unmoving at posts, but none in this last dream. I think I was somewhere else… And I saw my reflection, once, but- It wasn't really mine, at all. It didn't look anything like me, but- for some reason, I knew him. Brown hair, tan skin, and his eyes- His eyes. How could I have forgotten? PAMA."

Lukas sighed, letting his head dip a bit once Gil made it to the end in mild dread. Gil's voice only fell off as he pressed his palm to the bridge of his nose. Dread was all that hung over the room, for a moment, and why wouldn't it? Their knowledge of PAMA was limited; all they knew was that it invades and controls the minds of its hosts, and sometimes, it didn't need to be turned on to have already invaded. They didn't know where it was located, they didn't know how it worked, or how to rid themselves of it. PAMA was a wildcard, and a wildcard in war is nothing but dangerous, especially if held by the enemy.

"I was right.." Lukas cut through the nervous silence first. "Gil, this could be very bad. You could still be- Somehow connected to PAMA.. But I don't think the Witherstorm knows that you can see it, so we also might have a huge advantage. Otherwise, they would've done something about it, right? I need you to keep remembering. Anything about that conversation; where they're going, when they're leaving, how long, for what purpose? Anything at all, we need to know." Lukas punctuated his conversation with Gil by giving him a pat on the shoulder, and then quickly turned to Jesse. "I'm going to start scrambling the team. Whatever this trip is, it's happening soon, and we need to be ready to move."

"Wh-” Jesse stammered, double-taking over his shoulder as Lukas got up to leave, “What are you planning on doing, exactly?"

"We're intercepting. I'm readying the Terminal. Be ready.”

—

"Well, this could be a problem, putting it as lightly as possible."

Ranger was sitting cross-legged on his bed beside his bags, laptop on his lap. Orion was still helping sort things out while Ranger did a last deep dive into the PAMA system to check for last minute errors. Low and behold, he found one- Quite an anomaly compared to the ones he was used to. This PAMA trip was becoming more and more vital by the second.

Orion glanced up from the dresser to acknowledge him; he’d just finished folding a black turtleneck sweater and tucking it away with the rest of the similarly color-coded clothing. He tilted his head a bit, as if to ask what was wrong.

“Look.” Ranger flipped the laptop around to face Orion, and he shut the dresser drawer and stepped over to examine it. Ranger pointed over the edge of the screen to one of the subject numbers, which looked relatively normal, if not for the red flaring speck in the midst of it. It looked like it was throbbing, inflamed, almost like an infection of some kind. “I thought I saw something like this earlier, but- Now it’s just sticking around.”

Orion watched the red spot, wrinkling his nose a bit in miniscule disgust. The infection was part of P-00-01: the very first agent chipped into the PAMA system. Nine years ago, PAMA was completed; Orion was delicate enough to not waste any human lives on tests… The first soldier connected to the mainframe was a complete success, and had been under since that very day. Every soldier after was equally as successful. Matter of fact, that same soldier was there at that very moment, posted guard outside of the door. Freshly rescued from capture.

“Do you know what it is?” Ranger asked after giving Orion a minute to process.

Orion simply narrowed his eyes.

Just outside of the door, in the hallway, a shout and clatter interrupted the brothers’ ‘conversation.’ Ranger snapped the laptop shut in surprise, while Orion quickly straightened and went instantly to the door. He slid it open, nearly getting his fingers caught in the slot in his hurry, and to the right of the door, the Hacked guard that was stationed there was crumpled to the floor. His weapon was in the middle of the floor, and his hands were occupied, clutching at his skull in what appeared to be anguish.

Orion found himself surprised. There had been occasional fits like this before in Hacked soldiers, but never something so severe as whatever this appeared to be. Such fits were also caused by something foreseeable, like a minor glitch in the system caused by the consciousness of Hacked basically bumping into each other. They would shut down, in a way, but only for a moment…

This soldier was very conscious, very awake, no sign of such a glitch. This was something new.

While Orion looked on in mild horror and Ranger joined him at his side, Trevor was next to join them; he was followed closely by Lukas, who came around the corner in an equal panic. Trevor skid to a stop behind Orion so quickly that he nearly slipped on the slick metal floor, finding himself left as speechless as the leader.

“What happened?” Lukas was the first to speak up, joining the rest of the Witherstorm. “Is everyone-” Finally, his eyes caught up with his brain, and he fell silent at the sight of the soldier on his knees.

Aiden.

He was groaning, and tremors wracked at his body. Lukas had almost gotten used to seeing him around, he’d almost gotten used to seeing how hollow he appeared, those empty expressions and empty eyes– He wasn’t at all prepared to see that emptiness disappear. Not nearly so violently as this, either.

Ranger, still carrying his laptop close to his chest, flung it back open to check the status from before. Now, the red had changed; it’s spread, like the infection it appeared to be before, and Aiden’s subject number was… Broken. Pixels had glitched away from it, like it was fading. A different number was peaking through, one Ranger hadn’t actually seen before. The only number he could make out was a vague ‘6.’ A rogue soldier, a mystery consciousness- This could be bad.

“Leader, look-” He shoved the laptop over to Orion, who finally turned his gaze away from Aiden to examine it. “I think there’s a second consciousness- Somehow, I don’t know how it happened. I think it’s trying to take the front seat. I don’t know how it’s possible- PAMA wasn’t programmed for that, it’s not- His brain can’t take something like that for long.”

Orion didn’t move to answer. Aiden was still crippled, blood from his nose had blotted the floor, his condition only looked to be getting worse. When Orion finally moved, it was to reach down and lift Aiden’s discarded silver firearm from the floor and position it securely in his arms. He wasn’t hesitating. A lift of the weapon and the barrel was pointed directly to Aiden’s skull. Orion pulled the trigger and-

The bullet hit the floor to the left of him, missing Aiden entirely. He didn’t do that- Shocked, Orion turned to face the owner of the hands that had yanked the barrel aside so quickly. He wasn’t necessarily surprised to see Lukas, glowering at him as though he’d just kicked a dog.

“You were just going to kill him? Just like that?” Lukas, understandably, didn’t take too kindly to the situation. Orion narrowed his eyes and quirked an eyebrow at him, before slowly handing the weapon aside to Ranger.

“He could compromise everything,” Orion explained, slowly, putting emphasis on the last word with a more urgent sign. “A liability we cannot have.”

“We don’t have to just kill him,” Lukas argued without hesitation.

Orion’s expression didn’t change much, staying firm, and Lukas’s hardened further in return. Tension hung for a moment in the air, and the twins wilted back a bit from the minor face-off.

“Why prolong this? His brain will melt. Two consciousnesses will kill him.” Orion continued to sign.

“Then let’s try and fix him.” Lukas was urgent, but Orion couldn’t fathom why. It was likely that Lukas must have known him, as he did the Jesse in this world. Perhaps it was jarring. Orion could understand that- Despite everything other than his heart reminding him how illogical that would be.

Hesitation, followed by the leader dropping his gaze to the floor, as though he were thinking. While silence, only pierced by Aiden’s continuous groans, hung heavy over the group for a moment, Trevor was the next to cut through.

“He’s right, Leader.” Orion turned his gaze back up quickly as Trevor stepped closer. “We can fix it- Ranger is going to PAMA tomorrow morning. When he gets there, he can delete the other consciousness from the coding, and that should solve the problem.”

After another short moment of thought, Orion took the weapon from Ranger’s hold once Trevor had finished talking and stepped closer to the crippled soldier. He raised it again, aggression in his stance-

“Orion, wait!” Lukas’s desperate shout was punctuated as he reached out quickly in an attempt to stop him.

But Orion’s fingers didn’t touch the trigger; instead, he gave it a harsh twist, and the butt of the weapon collided with the back of Aiden’s head. There was a harsh crack, and Aiden’s face hit the metal floor. His groans and tremors ceased instantly, leaving him dead unconscious. With a quirked brow, Orion glanced back at his brothers with the same quirked brow; Lukas only stood there, slowly lowering his hand and settling his anxiety. He’d nearly tackled him… Which would have been bad.

Orion tried to appear unbothered by the group's prepared horror, and let the weapon slip from his hands and clatter to the floor.

“It was that, or kill him. Others could be listening.”

With that, Orion reached down, hoisted up the unconscious soldier’s body without much effort, and slung him over his shoulder. He didn’t address them again, only stalking off with Aiden towards the infirmary.

Ranger and Trevor exchanged an equally as concerned glance… Orion was extremely quick on the draw. Of course, that was natural for him, it has been for their whole lives, but for the first time- They weren’t sure they felt entirely settled about it.

—

“Aaagh-!”

For the past ten minutes, Gil had been in a disastrous state, jerking, shouting, gripping at his head. The nosebleed he’d earned from the stress dirtied his white shirt and left dark, heavy stains blotted onto his chest. Both Axel and Jesse were holding him still, keeping him in the bed, trying to wait out the attack- This was the longest it had ever lasted.

And then finally, abruptly, it came to a sudden halt.

Gil fell unconscious in less than a second, like he’d been unwillingly shut down by some outside force. The group took a minute to recuperate, trying to steady their pulses and try and get a read on what just happened.

“There’s never been an attack that long, before…” Olivia started.

“Should we get Lukas? I don’t know if anyone can move, with Gil like this,” Jesse breathed. “He’s really starting to hurt. Look at this bleeding- I don’t know if his brain can handle the pressure.”

“I think that’s a good idea. We already got the information we needed, be it vague or not- We should turn focus to getting him out of it, now, instead of asking more.”

“Right… The minute he tried to dig deeper, we didn’t get anything, and he just got wailed on by some malevolent, incorporeal force. This is a bad idea..”

—

When Aiden woke up, he… Didn’t recognize his surroundings. Whilst he was used to an empty mind-space of void and silence, this time, he awoke on the rough, beige carpet of a dorm. It felt real, but he knew it couldn’t be.

Groggy, he slowly pushed himself up with his palms. A good look around the room brought his attention to just how- well, familiar, it looked. It was small, compact with not much furniture, only a few deep blue cots and a small metal folding table set up in one of the corners of the room. The walls shared the same color as a floor with a grayer, worn haze. There were no windows, no posters, and only one bullet-gray, metal door. The cot he’d woken up beside was the only one undone, like he’d fallen out of bed… Like he’d had some kind of nightmare, like a little kid.

Now that he was starting to come to, he was starting to feel things. Notice things. His skin felt like it was waking up for the first time in a long time, prickly with pins and needles and chilled. Not to mention, his face was warm, and his fingertips were cold- He felt alive, or more like he was beginning to live again, after years of being gone. A heat above his lip caught his attention, and he moved his fingers quickly to his nose; he was startled, disturbed, even, to be met with deep red spots coating their tips and glistening in the faint light as he moved them away. Since when did he bleed? And what was causing it?

His hazy, mystified thoughts were interrupted by a sound that came from the other side of the door; confused groaning and what sounded like the metallic squeal of a door opening in the distance. This mind-space shouldn’t have had more than one room- Not in Aiden’s head.

The idea that Aiden wasn’t alone was even more jarring than the rest of the situation, but, as was his way, he wasted no time before making his way to the door and pushing it open.

…

He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but the sight of another person at the end of the hallway was… Not it. The figure was hunched over, holding a hand to his face. Aiden listened closely, on guard, and could hear the man’s mumbling and a faint tapping of drops of a thick liquid onto the now concrete grounds… Aiden didn’t remember the last time he had to listen closely to anything. He forgot how good he was at it.

When the man noticed Aiden on his end of the hallway, he lifted his head in a sort of surprise. His face was covered by the shadow at the end of the hall, and Aiden couldn’t make out his appearance, or his expression. He squinted and stepped forward; whatever strength he was used to missing, it was making its way back very quickly here.

“Who are you?” He snapped, breaking through the hollow silence of the hallway. “Where are we?”

The mystery man didn’t answer, for a moment. He only scanned the area around him, slowly taking everything in.

“I know this place,” he rasped out, eventually. “These are my old barracks.”

“Your old barracks?”

“Yeah, before.. Before the Witherstorm. Maya stayed here, with me. This was my door.” The man put a hand to the metal entrance to the room he appeared to have come from.

Aiden was surprised, but didn’t let his defense fall.

“These were my barracks, I stayed here.” He gestured to his own door, getting the man’s attention again.

“Wait a minute…” The man stepped closer, and continued to move closer than Aiden would have liked.

“Back off,” he growled, putting a hand up defensively.

“Hang on… I’ve seen you before.”

Aiden blinked, surprised, and thoroughly creeped out. He didn’t lower his hand, but didn’t bother looking for a way out. If he needed to, he’d fight his way out. Tentatively, he finally continued,

“How?”

“In a reflection. And in these barracks. Your squad was mine, too. Maya, Magnus, Gabriel-”

“Ellegaard, Soren..” Aiden finished, his voice growing more gentle as he recalled the names. “The Order. And you-” The other man finally came into visible light. His face was streaked with blood from the nose, much like his own, and his face- Familiar, as he was starting to expect. It took him a moment to settle, but the appearance couldn’t be argued with. “Gil… I know you, but- How? How are you here? I’ve been gone for so long, I shouldn’t be-”

“I don’t know,” Gil interrupted, sounding equally as confused, and equally as worried. “I think I’m connected to PAMA, somehow, but not fully there,” he tried to find a way to explain, but even saying it out loud started to befuddle him even more. He wiped at his nose, but the blood was quickly replaced by more… The stress on their brains must’ve been awful, but it was necessary.

“You’re in my head..” Aiden lowered his gaze. No wonder they were here. Gil’s memory must be still intact, so they found a common ground.

“I think so.” Gil nodded.

“And so- Where does that leave us?”

“In a lot of danger, if this is anything to go by,” his old friend gruffed and lifted his wrist, displaying the blood that coated it. “But… I can assume you know things about PAMA, and about the Witherstorm, right?”

Aiden winced, and dipped his head, almost in hidden shame.

“Yes. I’ve seen everything from these past years… I know.”

“I’m with a group that can help. They’re trying to stop the Witherstorm, but they’re too elusive to get any intel on in this radioactive hell triangle- And I don’t think it’ll take them very long to figure out what’s going on and get rid of me. This could be our only way in. This accident- Maybe it wasn’t such an accident after all. We can win.”

Aiden’s gaze reached Gil’s, widened, with more life in them then he ever expected there to be; the idea of freedom, the idea of bringing down these terrorists, these monsters- They imbued him with a determination to finish this, once and for all. Forever. For good.

“What do you need to know? And how can I help?”

#mcsm au #secret agent squad #sa aiden #sa gil #sa orion #sa ranger #sa trevor #R!Lukas #sa jesse #sa olivia #story #writing #witherstorm #sa axel

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