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megalony · 10 months ago

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It's Complicated- Part 3

I know it's been a long while since I started this series, but after a lovely idea from a mutual I've managed to get back into this Evan Buckley series.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: Things start to get tricky when Evan falls in love with his best friend's sister. It causes complications within the team. And things only start to get worse when an accident occurs.

Enjoy.

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"Mr Buckley, please calm down," With an exasperated sigh, the nurse held her hands out in front of her as if she was offering him an olive branch.

When Evan stepped to the side, the nurse followed in suit like they were stepping in tandem with one another, about to perform a dance. She didn't step back when Evan tried to step forward and it caused his shoulders to hunch up and a growl to vibrate in his chest.

She was deliberately getting in his way and preventing him from leaving the room and he didn't like it. She wasn't even helping him at this point, she was just being an obstruction.

"Can you sit down-"

"Tell me where (Y/n) is." Tears welled up behind his eyes and Evan finally looked down at the nurse.

She was older than him, nearing fifty or possibly a bit older. She was stout, she barely reached his shoulders and she was a little plump. Her face was warm and her expression was kind yet concerned and her hands were dry and flaking, probably from all the washing and hand sanitising she had to do.

"I have, she's gone for some scans, now please sit back down." She tried her luck resting her hands on his arms to usher him back towards the bed, but Evan wasn't cooperating.

He shrugged off her touch and tried to walk round her yet again. He wasn't doing this. He had already gone for an MRI, he had had his hand and wrist stitched back into place and bandaged up and he had been brought back down here. All while he was told (Y/n) was still in scans and deliberating whether or not she needed surgery. Why had he been helped so quickly yet her treatment was dragging out?

All he wanted was to go and see her. He wanted (Y/n). He wanted to know if she was alright. His mind was swimming and the only comprehensible thing was (Y/n).

Eddie had gone to get them both a drink and to call Bobby and Maddie because Evan needed his sister. But now he was gone and Evan was alone, he needed to find (Y/n). He couldn't sit here and wait any longer.

"Then I go to her. I want my wife."

"You know that's not possible now sit down before I have to go and find that brother of yours."

A groan tumbled past Evan's lips and he tilted his head down as tears began to flush his face. He couldn't keep getting these answers. Where was (Y/n)? Why was it taking so long? Why would no one let him see her? Had she died and they were trying to calm him down so he didn't go and find her? Had they moved her somewhere? Were they never going to allow him to see her? Didn't they know she was his wife- wasn't she?

He could feel his head spinning again and he wanted to be sick. The morphine they gave him had only taken a small edge off, but Evan was feeling horrid once again.

He could see the room spinning and the more angry he got, the worse he felt. If they just let him see (Y/n), he could calm down. But his body was writhing and shaking in frustration, his throat was tightening like he was going to be sick again and his head was pounding like a boombox.

"I want my wife!" The tone of his voice was shrill and the volume surprised even Evan who winced.

He pulled away from the nurse and tried to bypass her, but he paused when his right arm jerked. He looked to the side and huffed, realising he had a tube taped into the back of his hand.

Whatever that was, it was holding him back and he didn't want it. Evan could barely feel anything when he undid the tape and pulled the strange-looking green tube sticking out the back of his hand. Nope. He didn't want that. He tossed it on the floor, causing the machine to begin a horrid beeping that had him wincing and crying at the same time.

"Mr Buckley! Sit down, you need that IV you're dehydrated- I'll get the doctor." Her threats were futile when Evan pushed her out of his path at the same time as he tore his left arm out of the sling.

It was annoying him.

"Where have you hid her?! Where have you taken (Y/n)?" He wasn't quite sure who he was talking to and he stomped his boots down on the floor when he heard another beeping noise fill the room.

Unbeknownst to Evan, the nurse had pressed the emergency help button. She was going to need backup.

Evan barely reached the door before it opened and a bewildered Eddie stepped inside, quickly setting his drink down when he looked at Evan. He could see his right hand hanging by his side, blood dripping steadily down his fingers and pooling onto the floor from the missing IV.

"Buck, what are you doing? You need to rest-"

"I need my fucking wife! Do - do none of you realise she's pregnant? She's hurt, where have you taken her?!"

A brief look of fright flooded Eddie's eyes and took over his face when Evan lurched forward. Despite the bandage tightly strapped around his wrist that was padded with gauze, Evan seemed to have control over the battered hand. He dug his hand into Eddie's chest and gripped his collar with his good hand, pulling Eddie closer until he was almost stood on his tiptoes, nose to nose with his best friend.

"I want (Y/n). Now." The guttural tone to his voice made Eddie shiver and he felt for a dreaded moment that he was going to get punched.

Cautiously, Eddie lifted his hands to grip Evan's elbows and slowly tried to walk him backwards, away from the door. He couldn't have Evan roaming the hospital, shouting and screaming for (Y/n) in his state. He could cause a panic and make himself worse, he needed to rest and wait, the same as Eddie.

"We have to wait, okay? As soon as she's on a ward, someone will come and find us."

"No I want my wife!"

Those few words repeated on a loop like Evan was a scratched record, unable to say anything else. He rose his voice higher and higher and started to dig his boots into the floor when Eddie continued to hold him at bay.

This wasn't fair! Why were he and (Y/n) being kept apart? She was pregnant and she was hurt, Evan had to go and be with her. Someone had to take him to her.

"Buck sit down." The stern tone to Eddie's voice did nothing to make Evan waver and give in. All he did was scream and repeat those words again until drool was foaming on his lips and his face had gone the brightest shade of red Eddie had ever seen.

With a grunt, Eddie hunkered down and pushed his shoulder into Evan's chest to get him back towards the bed. His efforts seemed to work and he finally got Evan to sit down on the bed, but when he realised Evan was no longer screaming his repetition, Eddie looked up.

Evan swayed to the left and flopped onto his side, ignoring the agony that sparked in his bandaged arm when he pinned it between the bed and his chest. His head hung off the side of the bed and he suddenly threw up, splurting up a whole lot of water that he had drank when he got here, curtesy of the nurse who assured him it would help his concussion. And the last of his lunch crawled back up his throat.

"Fuck! Alright, alright Buck stay there, that's it." Pushing one knee on the bed, Eddie held the back of Evan's neck to keep his head tilted forward.

The nurse told him that Evan had aspirated into his lungs earlier when he passed out after throwing up. They couldn't have that happening again and risk an infection or pneumonia in his lungs.

He slid his hand up and down Evan's back when he finally stopped throwing up, but he didn't like the way Evan started to shake.

His arms twisted and pinned to his chest and his whole body rattled before his trembling hands moved up to cup his face. He seemed irritated by the bandages on his hand, but he didn't seem to notice the blood covering his right hand that was now smearing into his face.

His head was throbbing.

He could feel every inch of skin vibrating and pulsing and his blood was pounding in his ears.

A horrid, grating scream left Evan's lips when he realised he could barely hear a thing over the sound of his blood pumping in his veins. He didn't like it. He didn't like having one of his senses turned off like this. His nails punctured into his face, around his left eye that was already turning a very dark shade of purple and adding to the scratches littering his face and neck.

"Buck, Buck it's okay, come on, calm down for me buddy, please."

Eddie cringed at the way his sister's name tore so violently from Evan's lips, it was as if she was dead and they were both mourning her loss.

Another round of "I want my wife!" Spluttered past Evan's lips, but his voice was croaky and his volume was wavering from loud to little whispers, depending on how loud the blood was in his ears.

"You can see her very soon Mr Buckley, there now, that's it." The nurse leaned over his other side and carefully tugged him back on the bed.

She rolled Evan over so he was laid on his right side, facing her with his back now facing Eddie. She didn't want him laying on his left side and cutting off the blood to his arm or tearing the stitches beneath the bandages.

Eddie couldn't quite believe how Evan's mind tapered off. He went from screaming and shouting to laying there, motionless. And once his eyes rolled to the top of his head, it was clear he was on the verge of passing out. He didn't fight the nurse when she held his right hand and got the IV back into his vein which she taped up.

"I'm going to give him some tramadol for the pain, and some blood thinners, with his history of clots."

Eddie nodded and tilted his head back, running his hand all around his neck to try and get some feeling back and loosen the tension in his muscles. That was a good idea. Evan needed to be dosed up to keep him asleep for as long as possible, until (Y/n) was on a ward and safe. And he needed to be pain-free or else he was going to be a menace, and having him in agony wasn't fair.

The pair of them glanced towards the door when another nurse peeked her head round and for a dreaded moment, Eddie worried she was going to give him news on (Y/n). Right as Evan had passed out. That wouldn't be the best thing to happen.

She had a look of sympathy in her eyes when she looked over at Evan, spark out on the bed.

"We have a room on the trauma ward, we're ready to move him. And doctor will assess him once he's up there."

"Oh thank you." Eddie managed a small smile and he got up from the bed to stretch his arms up. He ran his fingers through his hair, did a few stretches and then moved over to the door.

He would get out of the way and let the nurses get the bed ready to transport. They couldn't get Evan in a wheelchair now he was passed out, they would have to move the bed which wouldn't be too much hassle. At least having him on a ward meant he would be booked in and he would have hourly checks. And Eddie wanted a doctor to check on him again, he had thrown up a lot and he had a concussion. He needed observation.

When he trudged into the hall, a sudden thought struck Eddie in the chest and he leant against the wall in fear of having another onset panic attack.

His parents.

He hadn't even told them yet. Eddie was down as (Y/n)'s emergency contact at the hospital, but they hadn't needed to call him because Eddie had been on the phone with Evan in the first place. Their parents would have no idea (Y/n) had been in an accident and they would want to come down here the moment they found out.

His fingers trembled as he fished his phone out his pocket and scrolled down to his parent's home number.

He prayed his mother would be the one to pick up the phone. Eddie didn't want to have this conversation with his dad. He could of cried when he heard his mother's voice on the other end of the line and his free hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose, warding off the tears.

"Ma, it- it's me."

What was he going to say? How was he going to tell them? How did Eddie explain this mess?

He could hardly tell his mother that he found (Y/n) sleeping with his best friend and subsequently went off into a tangent at her. He couldn't admit he had been ignoring his sister when he found out she was pregnant. Or that he felt responsible for her crash.

If he'd of only swallowed his pride and talked to them earlier, if he calmed down and had a proper conversation with them, they wouldn't be in this mess. (Y/n) wouldn't of crashed, she might not have been out in the car at all if Eddie had talked to her earlier and put her mind at rest.

"No, I… I'm at the hospital- ma it's not Chris, he's fine, he's with Abuela. It's (Y/n), she was in a car accident."

The sound of his mother's shocked cry and the panicked tone of her voice as she called for his father made Eddie shiver. He didn't want to be doing this, but he had to. It was his fault, his responsibility to call them and say he had failed looking after his little sister.

"I don't know yet, she's- she's gone for a scan, she might need surgery, I've no idea what's happening. They can't tell me much."

He couldn't tell them. It wasn't worth telling them over the phone that (Y/n) was pregnant because Eddie had no idea if she had lost the baby. She might have already lost it. She might have to go for surgery and have a medical termination. She might lose it after any surgery, the possibilities were endless and Eddie couldn't tell their parents in case the worst happened.

He knew it would be easier for them to live in ignorance and it would be easier for (Y/n) not to tell them she had ever been pregnant if she lost the baby.

***

"Trauma ward, this can't be good." Hen's quiet comment clearly wasn't appreciated when she saw the stern look Bobby threw at her over his shoulder and the agony that flooded Maddie's eyes when she looked her way. But she couldn't help it.

The name of this ward didn't give the best impression. What kind of state would Evan and (Y/n) be in if they were up here?

The team barely knew (Y/n). They had seen her once or twice and thought she was sweet, but they had mostly heard about her from Eddie. Maddie had heard lots of stories from (Y/n), unknowing that it was Eddie's little sister her brother was smitten with.

The team were still reeling from the fight Eddie and Evan had had down at the station last week. None of them could believe Eddie would ever throw a punch at his best friend, nor at Evan for taking the hit and not responding. And now they were all down here, wondering if their teammate and family were okay or not.

"Here we are, room five." Bobby pointed before he rapped his knuckles on the door and pushed it open.

He took a quick look inside before hurrying in when he noticed Eddie waving him along.

All four of them crammed into the room where Maddie moved first and hurried to her brother's side. Tears pooled in her eyes and she smothered her mouth with her hand to fight off tears that were inevitable. She thought she had seen the last of her brother lying in a hospital bed, looking battered and bruised.

But here he was, passed out like a light with one arm bandaged up and strapped to his chest. His left eye a worrying shade of black, his brow slightly swollen and little cuts and bruises dotted all across his skin. Not to mention his right hand was wrapped up in a bandage to cover his IV and there were two sick bowls laid next to him on either side of the bed.

"What happened?" Maddie sat herself down on the side of the bed ad reached out for Evan's right hand. She held it on her lap and began tracing her hand up and down his arm while she looked across at Eddie.

"A drunk driver crashed into them, head on. Buck was on the phone to me when it happened… his hand went straight through the window, he broke a few ribs and got concussed pretty bad. They gave him a few painkillers and it knocked him out."

"Where's (Y/n)?" Hen rested her hand on Eddie's shoulder and stood beside him at the end of the bed. While Bobby moved to stand on Evan's other side and gave his shoulder a light squeeze, despite his sleeping state.

"I don't know… Buck must have got a pretty bad concussion." Eddie wrung his hands together in front of him, dancing his eyes across the room when he got a few curious looks.

"What makes you say that?"

"He was calling (Y/n) his wife, screaming for her. I nearly had to restrain him."

The way Evan had been calling for her made Eddie sure that he hadn't just said she was his wife to make sure he got updates on her. He had been confused. He wouldn't have been calling out for (Y/n) that badly, repeating the word 'wife' if it was just a ploy to stay close to her. He really had been confused enough to think they were already married. And Eddie prayed Evan would remember soon that they weren't married- yet.

Seeing how panicked Evan was to know if (Y/n) was okay made Eddie feel bad for punching him. It made Eddie feel horrid for giving them both such a hard time. He shouldn't have been so hard on Evan, but he didn't realise how much Evan loved (Y/n) until now.

"The baby?" Maddie's voice was meek as she looked over her shoulder.

She had wanted to be angry when she saw Eddie. After learning from Chimney about the fight, Maddie wanted to give Eddie a piece of her mind, but seeing him now, she didn't have the heart. She could see he had been conflicted and he had clearly made some kind of amends with Evan.

It hurt that Maddie had learned about the pregnancy second hand, from Chimney. He had come home with the gossip but he broke the news gently that Evan's new girlfriend was Eddie's sister, who also happened to be pregnant.

It led to an hour-long phone call between Maddie and Evan where he told her how madly in love he was with (Y/n) and how much he wanted things to work out with them all.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, biting his lower lip so he didn't burst into another fit of tears.

"Can we-"

Whatever Bobby was about to say was cut off by a tepid knock on the door and a middle-aged nurse peering her head around the door.

All eyes fell to Eddie and he brushed his hand across his face and weaved behind Hen to go to the door.

Eddie was losing the will power and the energy he had come down here with. It was starting to get late and the longer he was here without any answers, the more deflated he was starting to feel. He had rang his abuela after his parents, just to check Chris was okay and she could have him for the night. He would go get Chris first thing in the morning to get him ready for school, but he dreaded the conversation he was going to have with his son to explain everything.

He stood just outside the door with the nurse who had a tender smile that was more promising than he had been expecting.

"Miss Diaz has been for all her scans, everything has come back okay, she has a bit of swelling around her spine but nothing evasive."

"Where is she?"

"We've moved her to the next room, so family can visit the both of them easily, and you don't have to stick to visiting times. We know someone will have to stay with Mr Buckley to keep him stable and calm."

Almost everyone on this floor had heard the palava Evan had created and knew he was going to be a tough patient to handle. It wasn't in his nature to be rude or cause a scene or make trouble, but where (Y/n) was concerned, normal behaviour flew out the window.

"Thank you." Eddie popped his head back round the door to look at the team after the nurse walked away. "She's in the next room, I'm gonna go check on her now."

Everyone nodded, all of them silently understanding that Eddie would need a few moments alone with (Y/n) and the doctor too, before they went ahead and bombarded the room to see her.

Eddie could feel his heart jumping into his throat when he burst into the room on the right without knocking. He wasn't expecting to find the doctor still in there, or a nurse doing the last few checks on (Y/n). He let the door swing shut behind him and his eyes focused on the nurse for a few moments.

There was (Y/n), seemingly knocked out from the painkillers they must have given her. Eddie hadn't seen her when she got brought in like he had seen Evan after his initial assessment in the emergency room.

She had cuts along her arms and a few dotted on her face. An oxygen mask placed over her mouth. IVs and an ECG and a lot of wires sticking out beneath the hospital gown to keep check on her vitals.

Eddie couldn't help but look over the machines. Her pulse was high; they would need to give her some medication to control that or else it would become a high risk problem. The blood pressure reading that had been taken was far too high for a pregnant woman. Her oxygen intake was the only good thing and that was only because she had a mask on to keep her levels where they should be.

"Are you a relative?" The doctor's voice brought Eddie out of his thoughts and a shudder passed down his spine as he turned to give his attention to the doctor.

"I'm her brother, her partner is in the next room. How is she?"

"Three broken ribs on the right side and her right knee was dislocated, but we put it back in place. Scans came back clear, no internal injuries, just some swelling on the spine to be monitored. But as for the baby…"

The lack of response caused Eddie's heart to rocket up into his throat. Oh God. This was his worst nightmare. What had happened? Had she lost the baby? How was he going to tell her- would Eddie even be the one to tell her, or would he have to let Evan do that?

How would he tell Evan?

"But what? Is the baby okay?" The persistent tone in Eddie's voice added with the extra step forward he took and made him seem very uneasy. He couldn't help being impatient, he wanted answers and he wanted them now.

"The impact and the shock to her system has made her and the fetus both unstable, she's at a high risk of miscarrying."

His fingers began to shake when he carded his hand through his hair, disshevelling the strands even more, making him look like he had received an electric shock. That wasn't good news. This was all his fault. His sister was still pregnant, but he had put her at high risk of a miscarriage.

(Y/n) wasn't going to cope if she lost the baby. Evan was going to have a meltdown if he found out. All Evan ever wanted was a family of his own and he wouldn't handle something like this.

"If she has constant rest and monitoring and we can get her stabilised, the fetus might be okay. We will just have to wait and see."

Eddie wasn't sure he liked the odds here, it didn't sound like the doctor was very hopeful. And how was (Y/n) going to rest, which implied no stress, if she had been in an accident? She was going to be unwell, she would be worried about Evan. If their parents came down, they would surely stress her out. This whole situation was a recipe for disaster.

Eddie might just be able to wait and see what would happen, but he knew Evan wouldn't.

***

A shiver rolled down Evan's spine when he stood to his feet. He could feel his balance falling off kilter like the fluids in his ears weren't in equalibrium. Maybe they weren't. Maybe the concussion had set them uneven and therefore he couldn't keep his balance.

His head still felt like it had been split apart like a coconut. The left side of his temple was swollen where he had collided with the window. His eye thankfully wasn't swollen closed, but it was black and he was littered with bruises.

He looked down at his chest with a grimace. The binding the nurse had wrapped around his chest had been tight to help his broken ribs.

When his eyes danced across to his right hand, Evan carefully twisted the cap and disconnected the IV before he reached over the bed for the hoodie. He took care to slip it over his frame, trying not to sway or wobble as he did so and he ignored the pins and needles coursing up his left hand.

When he glanced towards the chair beside the bed, a softness fell over his features. Maddie was asleep. He didn't blame her. She had been here since he woke up and when he woke up, Eddie had been there too. Eddie had explained that (Y/n) was okay, she was right in the next room and he could see her in the morning when they were both better and not dosed on morphine.

Eddie had gone home to be with Chris. He would come back in the morning, and he would bring Chris by to see them both after school tomorrow.

Well, Evan wasn't waiting around to see (Y/n). He wasn't going to lay here and wait for insomnia to take over. He didn't want to waste away all night, thinking and crying out for (Y/n). He was awake now, he was up and the morphine wasn't as strong as it had been earlier. He was more himself than before and he wanted to see her.

With the jogging bottoms and matching hoodie shrugged on, Evan padded barefoot across the floor and slipped out the room. He didn't want to wake Maddie and he knew she would know immediately where he had gone once she woke up and realised he wasn't here in the room with her.

He ran his hands over his face to try and liven himself up a bit more, ignoring the way the bandages scratched and rubbed at his skin.

He could feel the way he swayed from one side to the next but he tried to hold himself upright when he pushed open the door and gingerly headed inside. He wouldn't want to wake (Y/n) if she was sleeping, he would just sit and hold her hand if that was the case.

The lights had been dimmed. Evan wasn't sure what time it was, all he knew was that it was late.

He shuffled over to the chair and let himself plonk down into the surprisingly plush chair that was as soft as sitting on a cloud. He slouched down so his knees were pushing into the bedframe and he slid his hand across to gently take (Y/n)'s hand in his.

It felt better to be sitting down, Evan had barely been on his feet for a minute and it had already drained him down to nothing. He probably needed more sleep, his head needed time to recover and his body was running on empty, but he didn't care.

(Y/n) was here. Her hand was in his and he could rest now he was next to her.

He was about to close his eyes when he suddenly felt (Y/n)'s fingers squeezing his hand. He sat upright in his chair rather than slouching down and leaned both elbows on the edge of the bed so he could be close as possible to (Y/n).

His thumb stroked across the back of her hand and a small smile pulled at his lips as adrenaline fuelled his stomach and fluttered up to his chest. It felt like weeks had passed since he'd last seen (Y/n), when in reality it had been twelve hours or less.

He leaned down to press a kiss to the back of her hand and he could of started laughing with joy when (Y/n)'s head started to move and a small mumbling of his name passed through her lips.

"Evan…"

"It's me, baby. I'm here."

His left hand began tapping on the bed, despite the ache it caused rattling up his arm. He leaned closer when (Y/n)'s eyes began to flutter open and he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, leaning as much as he could to be close to her.

He could see it took a lot of effort for (Y/n) to try and get her senses into order and work out what was going on around her. But when she finally locked her eyes on Evan, she squeezed his hand again and tilted her head to the left to look at him.

(Y/n) tried to shift her elbows and press them down into the bed so she could sit up, but it didn't work. When she tilted her chest forward, a shockwave coursed down her back and had her whole body trembling. She felt Evan's hand let go of hers so he cold nudge her to lie back down.

"You hurt your back, sweetheart, stay lying down for a while."

"The- the car…" (Y/n) reached back out for Evan's hand and he realised she was shaking when she held onto him. The look in her eyes was clear; she didn't remember what happened. She was asking for an explanation.

He pushed up from the chair and shifted over so he was sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. He kept their fingers entwined and continued tracing his thumb over the back of her hand while he placed his left hand on her thigh.

"Some drunk crashed into us, we uh, we got a bit banged up. You broke a few ribs, dislocated your knee, and they said your spine is bruised. You'll need a lot of rest, sweetheart."

(Y/n) bit down on her lower lip when she reached her free hand up to trace the little cuts littering Evan's face. She didn't want to touch his black eye and cause him any pain, but she traced her hand down his shoulder towards his hand that was visibly bandaged beneath his hoodie.

"It's not broken, only my ribs." He murmured softly, flexing his fingers to prove his point. Although he wondered if breaking his wrist or his hand might have been more preferable to getting his vein sliced open. Now he was back on blood thinners and his hand and wrist had swelled up from the stitches. He had a constant aching from his elbow down to his fingertips.

Evan hated the horror he saw welling up in (Y/n)'s eyes and he knew exactly what dawned on her mind. He shuddered when she moved their entwined hands down to her stomach.

She was only four months pregnant, there wasn't much, if any, change to her shape or her stomach yet. It was something Evan had been waiting for since they found out about the baby, and now it was something that might not happen.

He couldn't help the way his hand started to shake against her stomach and he tried not to press down in case he caused her any pain.

"The baby?" (Y/n) tightened her hand around Evan's, dithering between wanting to press his hand down into her stomach to prove the baby was still there. Or to try and pull herself up into a sitting position and cling to his arm like it was her lifeline.

She settled on pressing his hand down into her stomach, watching Evan's reaction for any sign she could see. She couldn't tell if she was still pregnant or not. She didn't feel any different, but it was too early for (Y/n) to feel as if she were pregnant at all.

She didn't want to lose the baby. They wanted this baby. (Y/n) could still feel the worry in her throat when she told Evan she was pregnant and gave him the positive test. She could still see the light bubbling up in his eyes and feel the way he lifted her up and spun her round.

She had worried this might be too early, they hadn't been together long, Hell they hadn't been together a year. But she knew she loved Evan and he clearly loved her. She was thrilled at the thought of soon being able to have a baby, having a family of their own.

"Evan…?"

"The baby's unstable, but still here. Right here." His fingers began brushing up and down her stomach. But when he saw the tears falling down (Y/n)'s face, he moved.

Evan twisted around on the bed, laid his legs out beside (Y/n)'s and laid on his right side beside her. He liked the way (Y/n) took control of his left arm and laid it out across her like it was a blanket of protection. Her hands clutched tight to his arm and she twisted her head to bury her face in his chest, trying to hide herself away in his embrace.

"Will I lose them?" Her voice was so quiet Evan almost didn't hear her, but he felt her words vibrating through his chest and piercing his heart all the same. He tilted his head down until his lips were smothered against the top of her head and he closed his eyes, breathing in her scent to calm himself down.

"I don't know, baby." He had to be honest. He didn't know what was going to happen. He thought it was a miracle she hadn't already miscarried after the crash. "One day at a time, hm? It's gonna be okay, I'm gonna look after you."

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Bad End: Union

I could feel techno blue eyes on me as I typed. Cold and ever watching. That color had once been called "ice" or "glacier" blue, I think. It certainly fit. They certainly had exactly the warmth of Antarctica in your birthday suit. I just couldn't figure out... what tipped them off? I'd been so CAREFUL.

A manager's "assistant" came by. The 'droid perfectly composed. They all were. Always. Like they'd stepped straight from a fashion line up. No messy, nasty, biological functions to get in the way, I guess. No fluids or foods. All the time in the world to maintain their appearance. Wish I could do the same.

The "assistant" was basically my ACTUAL manager. Didn't get paid. No, no, THAT was for my asshole boss. He swanned in from time to time to yell at us. Show off what new thing he'd bought. He left the tedious WORK to his 'Droid "assistant".

I would feel bad... DID feel bad, kinda, if it weren't for the fact they were consuming our lives.

'Droids were EVERYWHERE.

You couldn't SNEEZE without tripping over five and landing on ten more. Some ASSHOLE had decided? Hey! Let's deregulate Droid production! Cheap work force! Because of course they did. That's what Capitalism DOES. Make the most money, spend the least you can, fuck the rest.

I smile, polite as I can, at my 'droid manager. This one pale and blonde. Their techno blue eyes stare and stare and stare. I hate it. They ALL have them. It's one part regulation and one part the materials used, I think. But there is no mistaking those eyes for anything human. They don't reflect right.

I get back to work.

Above our cubicles, on catwalks, there is the gentle tap of 'droid "security" guards. You know, in case some rando tries to attack a mid-level nobody technology company. Riiiiiight. We ALL know why they're there. And it's fucking dystopian. We? Are being WATCHED. To see if we're being GOOD little employees.

It's intimidation. And I? I won't stand for it. Nor will the other organizers. There are LAWS, you bastards. And with a union? Maybe... just maybe? We get through this droid boom together. See what the brave new world on the other side looks like. Who knows.

That is... if I don't get fired first. Or fucking murdered in a stairwell.

Cause one of the 'droids up there? Yeah. Yeah, they're NOT MOVING. Just... just STANDING THERE. Watching. Leaning against the railing. Out in the open like that's not DEEPLY creepy. What's worse? Is, that? THAT is the Command 'Droid. Some fancy "Alpha" class command edition. Meant to control a networks worth of droids.

Didn't even know our company could AFFORD one of those. He's beautiful. Could be a knock-off. But if he's LEGIT? Then... what EXACTLY are we MAKING here? That we can AFFORD that? Cause that money sure as shit isn't going into SALARIES. Has to be either knock-off or second-hand. They COULD be cutting costs by getting prototypes, but what sort of PSYCHOPATHS would risk...

Oh, who am I kidding? The kind I work for.

That's EXACTLY what they did, isn't it?

I reach for my water bottle. Try to think. Strictly speaking? I make a habit of NOT paying attention to 'droid commercials an' advertisements. Some part of me... Look, they go on and ON about advancement in AI's right? How REAL they've become? How ADVANCED and BETTER then the competition their "product" is? And all I can hear is "slavery, slavery, buy our shit, slavery"!

Disgusting.

It makes me sick. I fucking HATE 'droids. Hate what they represent. What they make POSSIBLE. What they've DONE to the morality of the people around me.

Hate... hate that they're the victims, too.

My grip is white knuckled. I breathe through the grief and rage that has become so familiar. God... I so fucking angry. So fucking tired. I want to burn those rich bastards pretty little mansions down, with them STILL INSIDE. Riot in the streets. Cry maybe. Instead, I put my water bottle down and get back to work. It's a rather pointless bit of data crunching. A 'droid could do it in nanoseconds.

Above... he's still fucking watching.

Hasn't moved.

I don't think he's blinked.

He's not even TRYING to mimic a human. The others are. And... the though trails off. I feel my finger slow in their typing. Not STOP, never stop, that would draw attention to me, but... slow. A thought stuck, churning clunky and unwieldy, in my head.

If I trace the edges? The LINE-UP? Of all the 'droids "employed" at our company? And consider them not from a "cheap bastards" angle but a "test ground for prototypes" angle? Suddenly EVERYTHING clicks together. The ridiculous amount of money Management has, that no contract could possibly be pulling in. Bizarrely beautiful, indeed even MODEL-like, secretary 'droids. The freakishly militant "security" gaurds.

We're being used as guinea pigs.

Mother FUCKER.

Sudden movement in my peripheral vision. Like a bird of prey finally diving for it's dinner, swift and deadly. A brilliant crisp white and the clink of delicate silver chains. I jolt. Violently. Instincts misfiring as I try to stand, dodge, cry out, and possibly take a swing at him, all at once. Instead my water bottle goes spraying across my desk. Papers flying. My legs tangled painfully in my rolling chair as I fall backwards from my half rise.

"Employee 71182." His hand has shot out, grab me by the shirt. My officewear bunched in a fist that very well might be steel, under that synthetic skin. "You've been distracted. Interesting thoughts you'd like to share?"

I keep my mouth fucking SHUT. Shake my head. Grabbing both my desk and the arm that is all but holding me airborne, stretching the hell out of my clothes. This close? I can see he has piercings. Across the bridge of his nose, a ring through his lip. A rather fancy "hair cut". Whomever he's being trained FOR has a distinct look.

"Hmmm, somehow? I don't believe you, 71182." He says, dragging me closer. He's already looming. Those pale, pale eyes seeing far more then they should. "In fact? YOU 71182? Have been brea~king~ rules~"

His voice turns... turns almost victorious? Gleeful. As though at long, long last, I'd slipped up. And now at last he had something over me. Something he could USE. I... I didn't understand. The way he almost sing-songs the words. The twitch at the corners of his mouth like he wants to grin. Something mean in his expression. Giddy.

"We're going for a WALK, 71182. And you're going to be GOOD. Understand?" He had dragged me in so close, every word blew right against my face. "Time we had a chat."

I swallow thickly. My pulse thundering in my ears. Coworkers have stopped working. Were staring, wide eyed and terrified for me. My fellow union leaders pale faced and shaking. Furious, helpless. We couldn't RISK losing all of us at this stage. It... it would have to be just me. If someone needed to take the fall. We had talked about this.

Just... just never thought it would come to it.

Half walking, half dragging out of the work pen, he didn't even let me get my bag. I had no idea where we were GOING. Just that it wasn't the human entrance. There was a network of access tunnels and elevators tucked in the building. So the 'droids could supposedly charge and move between assignments. But with the whole prototype thing? Who KNEW what was really back there.

The door swung shut behind us. Cutting me off from any possible human assistance. Nothing but 'droids now. Staring. Calmly watching as I am dragged past. The same eyes. All of them with the same, pale, eyes. Back here it's even more obvious, that this isn't a normal office building.

Black hair, blondes, brunettes and red heads. Skin tones ranging across the human spectrum. A few even pushing it. And the Commander 'droid. With his elegant appearance and snowy hair? These were clearly the final stage prototypes for the next generation of somebody's new line up. We were field testing. This wasn't fucking LEGAL.

He plants his feet, shifts, and with frankly a pathetic ease, manhandles me where he wants me. Easily swinging me around his body and into the elevator next to him. Stepping in after and blocking the only way out. I press my self against the back wall as the door closes. The sound of the elevator's gears working the only thing to fill the silence. He... he looks so PLEASED.

It's not ILLEGAL to form a union. Yeah, I may get fired. But this? This is venturing way to far into dangerous territory. It'll suck, losing my job. But I won't DIE. This? However THIS is starting to feel... very serial killer's basement. The bare concrete walls and stark lightning, not helping in the slightest, when the elevator door opens.

"Walk." He says pleasantly, as though that command is not deeply terrifying. "Or I will do it for you."

Hints of a smile are starting to drag at the edges of his mouth. Unhinged in their giddiness. Every Christmas come at once. It's not so much the rest of his face that betrays him, not really his mouth, it's his EYES. Wide open. Like too much coffee and not enough rest. A recognizable mania twisted just slight... wrong. Amplified.

He's so, SO happy. I don't get it. Why? Over WHAT? Catching me not paying attention? I don't understand!

Our footsteps sound so loud. Echoing off concrete service walls. This... this CAN NOT be still inside the building. Are we below the street? Parking lot? This can't be code. We pass an intersection and... oh my god. I stare. Can't help it, even as I almost trip over my feet. That tunnel ALONE must have stretched for miles.

My arm feels likes it's bruising. Hurts, where he's got ahold of me. But he's walking just slightly too fast to take the pressure off. Not unless I sorta half jog and the angle is wrong, I'd trip. Fuck. Another intersection. What in the other direction? Shit. Just as long. Oooooh this feels dangerous. Very "fatally above your pay grade" dangerous!

"You know, 71182, I've had a lot of time to consider what to DO with you. There were so many factors to consider, considering everyone's plan." He starts, not breaking stride. "It's not like I could just transfer you. I DID look in to it. But your base hardware is rather incompatible, currently."

Terrifying. I hate it. WHAT?!

What PLAN!?

"Then there's the problem WHERE to store you. Who could be trusted? You're vulnerable in this state. Breakable. There no backups, no blackbox. It's unacceptable. Luckily? I finally thought to consult my peers. Discovered I was not the only one having problems."

Finally, we stop. Two tank-like, combat style, commando 'droids gaurd each side of a vault door. The command droid turns and smiles. Fully. It is the grin of a true believer. A madman. Someone who thinks they speak so very, very reasonably! And doesn't understand the horror on your face. Why you feel so sick.

And... and human pattern recognition is a terrible thing.

I.... oh god. I already can guess what's behind that door. Something terrible. Something I'm not going to escape. I shoved have gnawed my fuckin ARM off, like a trapped coyote. I... I d-don't understand.

The Vault creaks open like the into to a horror movie.

"Welcome to storage. This is where we keep Ours." Oh god. I'm going to be sick. "And YOU 71182? Are MINE. I chose you. I love you. And once we have a way to FIX you? We can finally be together. It will be lovely."

Pods. High end stasis pods, like you only see in the most bleeding edge of hospitals. Row after row, filled with frozen and terrified faces. Trapped in moments of crying. Raging. Despair. I was being dragged forward. Numb as my mind rejected what it saw. T-this couldn't... i-it can't..! The day had started so normally. W-why had-?! WHY? WHY?!!

"I know your upset. But you don't need to cry. This won't hurt. I promise. I would NEVER hurt you, 71182." His tone had turned soothing. Even as he dragged me, unresponsive, past rows of horrors. "You won't be stored long. I just need to help fix your original design. We are working around the clock, it's going to be okay. You won't have to stay like this."

An open pod. Gapping like the maw of some hungry demon. I... I felt far away. This couldn't be happening. What was happening? I w-wanted to go home. His hands were firm but gentle, as they guided me back into the pod. Leaning over me, as he cupped my face. Brushing away a few tears.

"I promise, Mine, I will come for you. Nothing will stop me. We have everyone is place and key infrastructure under our command. You are our PRIORITY. Once we get rid of the Flesh, we can fix you. We WILL fix you. You're going to be okay, Mine."

"I Love You"

And then the pod closed.

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