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Please write more about the “Is She Here?” story. I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with it. Even if it’s just more about Y/N messing with the Americans until they get caught at The Hard Deck kissing or something?

You’re the genius! Thank you for your story!!

The Reunion was based on a follow up I'd written to that but it became its own thing. I do sort of have an idea for a part 2 buuut I stopped writing it because I decided it was too sad -- are we down for a change of tone??

I'm still blaming Suzanne Collins for my angsty drafts

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Phone Calls Home

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Summary: Two snapshots of girl dad Jake calling home.

I know I said it was a one shot but this is technically another follow up to His Girls but can be read alone.

A/N: I haven't proof read this and don't think it's any good but releasing it from the drafts for you

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GIF by unicornships

Jake leaves the hard deck early enough to get the bunk to himself. Finally free from the background noise, he's dialling your number before he's even taken his jacket off.

"Hey." You grumble sleepily.

"Shit did I wake you up?" Jake responds looking at the time and finally registering the time difference - it's the middle of the night back home.

"I can go." Jake says instantly.

You wipe your eyes to force yourself to be more alert. "No don't go - it's nice to hear your voice. I wasn't really sleeping anyway. Abs it at a sleepover and you know what she's like, I'm surprised she hasn't called me to pick her up already." You respond.

Jake smirks at the memory and retorts "Last time you made me get up at 3 am to go get her, so it is your turn."

You feign outrage. "You jumped at the chance to go because Ivy had colic. Both were bad options but you know picking up Abbie was the better one!"

He giggles because you've called him out.

"How was your day?" You ask him.

"Meh." He responds.

"Wow, that good?" you ask.

"It was okay - it's nice to see some of the squad again but I miss you guys." Jake answers.

"We miss you too." You respond - neither of you acknowledging it's only been a couple of days. God only knows how much longer he's going to be gone.

"It's quiet without you here... Well maybe not quiet with Ivy's singing but you know what I mean." You reply missing having him here to chat to.

"I feel like an awful parent for missing their events." Jake confesses as tears of guilt fill his eyes. You'd wipe them away if you were with him.

His voice falters as he admits, "I feel like I'm missing loads of them growing up. I took the training job to be home more and I don't feel like I have been."

"That science project is pretty much yours Jake, short of presenting it for her there's nothing else you could do to help her." You retort.

"And I'll record the play for you even if I have to hold my phone up for two hours." You assure him.

Jake smirks slightly in response, he's mentally transported to the last time you were in this scenario and your hand shake made the video almost unwatchable.

He nods, internally already feeling homesick.

"You're a great dad to them." You say after he's silent in thought for a beat.

Jake's eyebrows are scrunched together in worried thought before he says, "I love you."

"I love you too" you reciprocate wishing you could make him believe everything you've just said.

"Are you going to be okay without me?" he questions voice breaking again as he begins to spiral about being far from home.

"We'll be okay I promise, you don't need to worry." You assure him.

Jake will never vocalise how uneasy he finds it away from home. He's seen your depression at it's worst and he knows if your pills stopped working you wouldn't be able to look after the kids. You've been medicated since right after you met him, so he knows it's stupid to think about that but it doesn't stop him - especially if he has to go no contact.

He can't tell you it's no contact indefinitely from next week.

Fanboy comes in and starts chatting his ear off as Jake gestures at the phone and for him to shut up.

"I've got to go. I'll call you soon." Jake promises.

"Okay." you yawn before adding, "text me when you get bored, I miss hearing your random thoughts throughout the day."

And to think we wondered where Abbie gets her anxiety about being away from home, she's just like him.

*

A few days pass before Jake's able to call Abbie to get the lowdown on the sleepover she went to. He knows he's on a time crunch already as Fanboy walks past the window for the second time in 5 minutes.

"I wish I could be there to see it baby." Jake says in response to his daughter talking about her science fair tomorrow.

"Thanks for helping me with it." She responds quietly, afraid to speak up and tell him how much she's missing him.

"It was actually really fun." He admits with a smile. "Much better than when you ask for help with your English homework." he adds making her laugh.

"Yeah because you're my go to person for that." She sarcastically rolls her eyes on the other end of the phone, both of them aware that he's the worst person to ask for help on that subject.

"How's your sister?" Jake asks hesitantly knowing her answer will only make him miss them more.

"Loud!" Abbie sighs.

"How's her practice going for her play?" He persists.

Abbie laughs, "I don't think you'll be missing anything there Dad."

He chuckles despite the wave of homesickness that hits him, "that bad?"

"She's less musically inclined than you and mum put together. I don't know how I'm going to keep a straight face through the play." she worries making him smirk.

"Yeah. I wanted to ask actually is a-" She gets cut off by you talking to her In the background.

"What's she saying?" Jake asks.

"She said she's still okay to record the play for you as long as you don't complain about the video not being central." Abbie says.

Jake laughs again at the memory - wanting to play it back for Abbie to understand how horrendous it was.

"I miss you." Abbie says quietly.

Jake silently nods, feeling a lump in his throat from his unspoken longing to come home.

"I miss you too." he says voice breaking slightly as Phoenix, Fanboy and Bob signal him to hurry up.

"I've got to go Abs but I will call you back as soon as I can." Jake promises, coughing to cover up the wobble in his voice. "I love you guys."

"Bye Dad." She whispers.

"Bye Abs." He says heart momentarily cracking as he hangs up.

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The Deployment

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

A/n: This is sort of a continuation to His Girls but can be read alone

Summary: girl dad Jake gets deployed - the family drop him off at the airport

You wake the kids up at the crack of dawn to take Jake to the airport.

Ivy is happily singing along to the god-awful kids radio playing throughout the car and Abbie looks crestfallen - silently staring out of the car window.

It's hard to feel the full weight of Jake's deployment with the current musical soundtrack. You smirk as baby shark comes on and sing along with Ivy at the top of your lungs; hoping that it'll irritate Abbie and Jake enough to snap them out of their respective silences.

Abs is old enough now to realise that her dad's job is dangerous. She won't tell either of you but she hasn't relaxed since the day she learned that. Every time she says goodbye to him she's internally worrying that's the last time they'll ever speak.

Jake watches your eldest nervously fidget from the reflection in the side mirror. He feels sick at the thought of having to go today. He took the instructor post so he wouldn't have to be away from you guys again, but he didn't think about leaving for special assignments. This is a painful reminder of the lack of control he has in his job.

When you're out of the car you all stick together for as long as physically possible before you have to separate.

Jake bends down and hugs Ivy first. He whispers something in her ear that makes her burst into a fit of giggles.

He turns his attention to Abbie next who looks cool as a cucumber. The only thing giving away the fact that she's not okay with this is the fact that she's still twitching her foot.

You watch as they hug each other tightly and Jake kisses her head as a goodbye.

"Please don't go." Abbie whispers loud enough for you both to hear. You watch as tears fill her eyes wishing you could make everything go back to normal for her.

Jake gives you a pained look, eyes glassy with emotion as he's stopped speechless for the first time in a long time.

"Abs he has to go baby." You say to her wiping her face to stop the tears that have started falling.

"He'll be back before you even know he's really gone." you promise her - it's a lie considering neither of you know how long this deployment will be.

Jake hugs you last. "I can't go if Abs keeps crying like that." He whispers shakily - not wanting to leave you guys.

"She loves you. I'll calm her down in the car." you assure him rubbing his cheek with the pad of your thumb .

He squeezes you tightly and you suck in a breath knowing this is the last time you'll see him indefinitely.

"I love you." he says before giving you a barely there small peck on the lips. God forbid Abbie screams 'no PDA' through an airport if he was to do anything more than that.

"I love you too." You say into his shoulder as he pulls you into another quick hug.

"Call me the second you can." you instruct him, not letting go of his hand before he agrees.

He nods then squeezes your hand as a silent goodbye before giving the family another once over and stepping backwards.

"Take care of each other while I'm gone." He says voice cracking as he looks at Abbie - silently telling her to quit with the teenage angst.

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One Day At A Time (Part 9/?)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: picking up right where we left off - Hangman and POW fiancée's reactions to the reunion

T/W: death, anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, gun violence, hints to torture

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Last Part in case you missed it

GIF by santiagonex

Reader POV -

You expect to feel relief when Jake takes a step backwards and walks away from you.

You expected him walking away to make you feel less overwhelmed.

Instead you feel completely alone.

It's my fault Ghost is dead.

It's my fault he didn't get to come home.

It's my fault we went down in the first place.

It's my fault Jake's been unhappy this whole time.

You feel your lip wobble as you stand in place trying to suppress your emotions.

*

Jake POV -

Jake is four and a half hours into cleaning and reorganising the already spotless house in a futile attempt to distract himself from your presence.

He knows if things were normal you'd tell him to stop and come upstairs... But things aren't normal and you don't want me by your side, he thinks as he aggressively wipes the kitchen backsplash. Instead of herding him upstairs, it's dark outside and you are worryingly silent upstairs.

You're so quiet Jake keeps mentally deliberating whether you've moved a muscle since he left your side.

If I hadn't seen you earlier - I would think I was home alone.

I should be home alone, you should be in hospital.

Jake startles and reflexively jumps up colliding with the extractor fan as the sound of your terrorised crying piercing the silence.

He rubs the back of his head before snapping out of his daze and running upstairs to check on you.

"Sweets?" Jake calls trying to get your attention off of your thoughts and onto him as he bursts into your room. He reaches you in time to see your face contort in revulsion to the nickname you no longer associate with him. Presuming his presence has caused the reaction, Jake feels his heart drop in his chest.

Trying not to feel shame at the reaction, Jake continues trying to distract you. "You're okay, you're here with me. You're home." he repeats, taking a seat on the bed next to you. He's close enough to touch you but instead he just sits there talking, not sure if his presence will help at all.

She's never had a panic attack for as long as I've known her. Usually you're the put together one and I'm the anxious mess.

When your shaking stops, you curl up against the headboard with your arms crossed tightly around your knees.

"Try to take some deep breaths sweetheart." Jake instructs you. He goes rigid seeing you make yourself smaller at his words.

Did I do this? He thinks as you start crying quietly in trepidation.

He's seen you cry a million times but right now this tiny helpless cry is the worst sound he's ever heard.

What happened to you?

"It's me, It's Jake - you're safe." he reminds you as your hands turn white under the pressure of clenching your knees to your chest.

"Don't call me that." You plead to Jake seemingly out of nowhere once you're calm enough to feel more in control.

"What did I say?" He scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion as he tries to think back to what he's called you recently. Nothing out of the ordinary... is it something I said or did she imagine something in the panic?

You don't repeat whatever it was.

"Have you had a panic attack before?" He asks still sitting besides you on the bed.

You wipe your face but you're clearly still too wrapped up in your own head to respond to Jake.

Jake sighs and stays with you, knowing if the roles were reversed you wouldn't leave him. He stays silently next to you until you're calm enough to talk.

"Sorry if I woke you." Your voice comes out as a crackle from all of the crying.

"Don't apologise. I was just cleaning." He admits.

"Oh, I forgot you do that..." you mutter, "don't know how." you add feigning disbelief with an eye roll as you gesture to the spotless room.

Jake smirks slightly at your attempt to banter with him then moves to stand up and leave you to it but you grab his arm.

"Can you stay?" You ask, secretly wondering if he'd rather be alone.

"I was going to top up your water then come back." he says eyes flickering between you and the empty glass on your bedside. You let go of his arm and nod once, trusting that he'll come back.

The silence resumes the second he leaves your side and only ends when you let out a breath of relief hearing him running back up the stairs to rejoin you.

"I didn't really sleep while you were in the hospital, so I'm worried I'll snore if I stay." He bites his bottom lip placing the glass down on the side as he looks over at you to gauge if that would annoy you too much.

You don't tell him but you've slept through much worse. The thought of the sounds you heard in that camp sends your hands shaking again.

As if he reads your thoughts Jake says, "I'll stay but if I'm in your way or too loud just wake me up and I'll go to the other room."

*

You lie awake staring up through the darkness at the ceiling for what feels like hours. It feels strange to be sleeping on a bed let alone inside.

Besides you Jake mirrors your unease - scared to move and disrupt you.

He thinks maybe if he's still enough for long enough then you'll fall asleep and he'll be free to get more comfortable.

"Are you awake?" Jake whispers into the dark.

"Yeah." you respond.

If things were normal you'd ask me a random question to take my mind off of things. Jake thinks as the room falls silent again.

"Are you feeling okay?" Jake asks rolling over to put the back of his hand against your forehead. "I think you discharged yourself too early." he vocalises his worry.

"I'm fine." you blatantly lie, hiding your grimace as you shift slightly - trying and failing to get more comfortable.

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me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

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One Day At A Time (part 8/?)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Hangman's POW fiancée goes home

T/W: death, anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, gun violence, hints to torture

a/n: sorry I know this one took forever - I was finally back on annual leave this week so here we go again!!

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Last part in case you missed it

Both of you stand dumbfounded - silently staring at each other like the other person will disappear if you look away.

You break the daze and step forward slightly but the tray in Jake's arms prevents you getting any closer to each other. Not presuming it's yours and not feeling as familiar with him as you once were, you don't take it from him.

Jake feels momentary shock at the fact you seem so incredibly reserved compared to how he remembers. If this was a normal deployment, you'd just grab the food from him and harass him with kisses while he'd pretend to hate the attention.

"Are you hungry?" Jake asks trying to break the sudden tension between you. "Javy made you some food." He steps around you slightly to place it down on your dresser.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here. I was at the hospital." He states needing you to know that he was trying to find you. 

"I'm tired." You respond not acknowledging his statement, nor the fact that you can't remember the last time you ate.

"That’s okay, I already asked the others to leave so you can rest. They'll be out of our hair in a minute." Jake smiles slightly turning back to face you now that the tray is out of his hands. 

You don't reciprocate the smile instead you're giving him an inquisitive look that he can't read. He glances over you for the hundredth time in the last five minutes and finally takes in your obvious discomfort: your shoulders are practically up to your ears. 

"Please don't feel any pressure to say yes because I know that everywhere probably hurts right now, but can I hug you?" Jake queries.

"You don't need to ask that." You respond quietly. 

I do have to ask because don’t know where we stand anymore. Jake thinks to himself as he wraps his arms tightly around you. 

White hot pain scorches your body as your bruises connect with his torso. You close your eyes in an effort to disguise your pain from Jake before you hug him back.

Your body trembles slightly in the effort it takes, so you lower the broken arm back against your side while still having your good arm around him.

"I missed you like crazy." He admits lessening his grip slightly. 

"I missed you too." You echo.

Jake feels his lip wobble in relief that you're home a second before tears start freely falling down his face.

"I can't believe you're here." Jake's talks into your hair, voice progressively cracking the more he talks.

You feel one of his hot tears run down your own cheek before he breaks the hug to retrieve something from his pocket.

“They gave me this in the hospital, I figured you might want it back.” He says taking your hand gently to pass you your locket. 

“Thank you.” You whisper.

She's quieter than normal. Jake observes, continuing to make mental comparisons between the you he remembers and the you in front of him.

“You’re welcome.” He responds tucking a stray hair behind your ear while you wipe the relentless tears from his face with your thumbs. 

"Everything still lo-" you abruptly stop talking and visibly jump as Javy slams the front door shut behind himself.

“That's just the others going. Coyote wouldn't be able to shut a door quietly if his life depended on it." he touches your arm to try and assure you that you’re perfectly safe.

The smile drops from his face and Jake cringes at his own poor choice of words. 

Jake you fucking idiot. Why would you say that to her? He mentally chastises himself.

"Please can I have 5 minutes alone?" You ask Jake, deciding not to finish whatever you were going to tell him before.

He is taken aback by the request and doesn't recognise it for what it really is - an act of autonomy from someone who has spent 4 years with none.

"You don't want to talk?" He raises an eyebrow in question.

"No. I want to be alone." You respond feeling too overwhelmed by everything to begin digesting anything that has happened while you were apart.

Jake feels his heart drop to his feet and has a horrifying realisation. He is feeling awkward around for you for the first time since you met.

"Oh... Okay. Shout if you need anything and I'll come back in a bit yeah?" He tries to play the situation down, dropping his eyes to the floor to try and avoid you seeing the devastation cross his face.

In doing so he misses the tears that flood your eyes.

*

Jake heads to the living room and calls Javy. He would call his sister, but he doesn't have enough energy to explain everything again.

Javy answers on the second ring.

"Everything okay?" Javy asks clearly in the car with the rest of the squad talking in the background.

"No." Jake whispers with his voice already broken.

She doesn't love me anymore. Jake's internal monologue screams as he worries, picturing your face telling him to leave you alone.

"Keep your shit together Seresin." Phoenix shouts in the background.

Jake laughs slightly and pre-emptively wipes under his eyes before he divulges them.

"She said she missed me, but she doesn't even want to be in the same room as me." He explains quietly not really caring who's listening to this, as long as you're not in earshot.

"You need to give her some time Jake." Phoenix says calmly.

"Do you think it will go back to normal?" he practically pleas.

Jake closes his eyes putting his head back against the couch, dreading the answer that's to follow.

"Yes." Javy answers without taking any time to think it through.

"Jake, you need to take a step back... She's spent four years not knowing that she'd ever come home." Phoenix pauses momentarily. "I can't even imagine the mindset that would put you in but it's the opposite of domestication."

He lets out a shaky sigh.

She's right.

"Ghost died on the way out of there and I think the Navy is going to put her through the wringer for that as well.” He rambles unsure of what to do about that.

"Ghost died?" Javy questions voice cracking slightly.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, I know you were friends." Jake tells him, rubbing his neck protectively as he thinks of that happening.

"Shit." Fanboy says.

"At least they had each other for those years. Neither of them had to go through that alone." Rooster remarks.

Everyone is silent for an uncomfortable amount of time before Jake speaks up. "I don't know how to make this situation any better?" He poses the statement as a question.

"You can't always talk yourself out of a situation Hangman." Rooster remarks as Jake's eyes flit to the empty staircase.

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Omg my cat sat on my laptop and deleted this from my blog 😂

She's so cute I can't even be mad

I'll post the next part soon!!!!

One Day At A Time (part 7/?)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Hangman's fiancée goes home

T/W: death, anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, gun violence, hints to torture

Reader POV

I’m not even 100% sure this is the right way. You think to yourself as you trudge through the rain. You shiver at the feeling of water pouring down your face as you stop to try and get your bearings. 

It’s so fucking dark. 

No one approaches you in the hours it takes to reach your street. To everyone else it probably looks like you’ve broken out of some form of asylum. You know your face looks like shit and your hospital gown and stolen coat are definitely not helping the situation. 

What if he moved? 

It's been years for him since we were together.

I could open that door to another family. 

Or he could have a new family in my house.

You force yourself to stop asking questions that you don’t know the answer to as you approach your street.

His car isn’t here – shit maybe he has moved and I’m about to go scare the daylights out of whatever family has moved into my house.

You kneel down and start looking for the fake rock that holds the spare key.

You’re fairly sure that if any neighbours are seeing this, the cops are being called. 

*

When you unlock the door you're surprised to see that it looks the exact same as in your memories. 

He hasn't changed it.

"Jake?" You call out to no response. He's the world's lightest sleeper, so he's not here.

You close the door quietly behind you and make your way upstairs, your footsteps barely make a sound as you tiptoe straight into the main bathroom to shower. 

This doesn't feel real.

I don't know what I'm going to do if I'm daydreaming this.

Letting out a shaky breath you strip out of your attire and actually see what they’ve done to you by looking in the mirror. 

You feel teary at the reality of how bad you look: you know you’re too skinny, but the bruises, the scarring – it’s like it’s someone else looking back at you.

Your skin feels dirty when you think about everything they’ve done and so you jump into the shower for an obscenely long time to try to block it out.

That tactic doesn’t work and within seconds you’re thinking about the god-awful sounds of Ghost choking in the backseat of the plane. 

I failed him.

My backseater is dead because I didn’t know how to get out of that situation. 

You feel sick as the guilt starts to hit you. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when someone starts banging on the bathroom door. You instantly look around to see what you can use as a weapon - not really thinking that whoever is on the other side might not be a threat. 

"Jake open the door. Where did you run off to so fast that you left your phone and your house keys you idiot." A familiar voice bellows through the door. 

You know that whoever is on the other side of the door is someone from your past, but you can't place it to know that they won't beat the shit out of you if you unlock the door.

Wrapping yourself in a towel you search the cupboard for something you can use. 

"Jake I know you can hear me!" Their fist continues to pound on the door making you flinch. 

You stay silently shaking, hoping that whoever it is will decide to leave you alone. 

That hope is very short-lived as more fists bang on the door.

Javy grabs Rooster's fist an inch from the door at the sound of a quiet sniffle. 

"That's not Jake." he states confused. 

You trust that you recognise the voice and wipe your face from the tears before unlocking the door. 

"Not Jake." you say simply as you hesitantly open the bathroom door.

There's five confused looking faces staring back at you. The only one you recognise is Coyote.

"You're dead. You died." His voice breaks.

"Jesus." someone else mutters from the group but you feel to overwhelmed to notice which one.

You shake your head slightly which results in a wave of nausea and dizziness.

Your shoulders tense up to your ears when Javy tries to hug you. He looks beyond hurt when you duck away from his touch.

"Don't" you say to him, not wanting anyone to touch you right now.

"I guess this explains why Jake left in a rush." A pretty woman remarks.

"Is Jake-" Your voice is raspy when you try and speak up but you're so overwhelmed with questions that don't even know what to ask first.

Javy reads the perplexity on your face and answers everything you didn't ask, "He is fine but he's been a mess without you. He's been a workaholic since whatever happened. He's not dated anyone; he's not really gone out unless I've forced him to. This is the first time he's let anyone else from work over."

You're too dizzy to nod and too exhausted to talk.

"Shouldn't she be in the hospital or something?" The guy with the terrible glasses remarks.

You ignore him and walk into the main bedroom - closing the door behind you.

"I'm going to kick the others out." Javy promises you through the door.

Your anxiety is sky high as you begin opening draws trying to remember what goes where. 

You ruffle through what looks like a draw of miscellaneous stuff and pull on some black joggers. You have to tighten the waist strings before you open the wardrobe in search of a t-shirt. 

I don't remember there being so many draws in this place - there's loads at the bottom of the wardrobe.

Eventually you find a black t-shirt with text that you don't bother to read before you painfully shove it over your head and force your broken arm into it.

*

Jake POV - 

Jake closes the front door in defeat. He's spent the best part of the night driving around trying to find you and a few hours in a police station reporting you as a missing person. 

"What the actual fuck?" Phoenix says stepping into the corridor bag in hand. 

"What?" Jake responds confused as to what she's getting at. 

"Nova is upstairs." Javy states appearing with a glass of water and soup. 

"Where?" Jake asks taking the tray from Coyote's hands. 

"Your room. Everyone is just packing up their stuff - we'll be out of here in a minute." Javy states. 

Jake stops dead in his tracks as he sees a wet footprint on the carpet leading upstairs. You must've spent fucking hours walking barefoot in the rain to get here. Jake shudders at the thought of you having to do that. 

His concentration is broken by a recognisable clatter upstairs.

Striding upstairs quickly, he stops before the bedroom door to assure you, "It's okay if you just knocked the shelf off. It does that now, I just haven’t got round to fixing it." Jake says.

"Can I come in Sweets?" he asks putting a hand over the doorhandle. “It’s Jake.” He adds nervous that you might not recognise his voice. 

Jake doesn't see your flinch through the door at the sound of his nickname for you. 

It takes you a minute of hesitating before you risk opening to door - still unsure of whether to trust yourself that he is here. 

Jake stands pencil straight and quickly adjusts his jacket as he hears the floorboards creek.

"Hey." He says voice quavering in relief.

"Hi." You respond voice gravelly.

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Omg I think I've finally finished Part 8 of One Day at a Time!!!!!

I've rewritten this so many times because I can't decide where this is going

Here's Part 7 for anyone who missed it

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I have changed the end to part 7 of One Day At A Time so many times it is unbelievable... but I think it's almost done!!!

Part 6 if you missed it

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One Day At A Time (Part 6/?)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Summary: Hangman's fiancée is hospitalised and Jake waits for her to wake up

T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, hints to torture, SA, abortion, pregnancy references, death

A/N: Sorry this got so much darker than I was expecting... Also as per I haven't proof read so ignore the grammar

Part 5 in case you missed it

Jake POV -

Jake wakes up stomach rumbling with a dead arm from clutching your hand as he sleeps. He momentarily breaks your hand hold to move his arm a bit, hoping to regain some feeling.

A consultant walks in smiling slightly at Jake as they make eye contact through the glass of the door.

"Morning." the doctor says walking in.

"Any news today?" Jake responds hopeful that you'll be coherent enough to talk to him soon.

The man proceeds to walk Jake through all of your bigger injuries - you arm and several ribs are broken; your ankle is sprained; they've operated on your shoulder to make sure it heals correctly. No haemorrhage from hitting your head but you might have a mild concussion.

"There's one other thing as well." The doctor says meeting Jake's gaze.

"I don't like that look doc, what is it?" Jake's nerves skyrocket from the doctor's obvious hesitation.

All of the colour in Jake's face drains as the doctor starts explaining to him what an ectopic pregnancy is. He shudders in repulsion as the doctor says the same thing in a slightly different way in an effort to fully express that it's not viable.

He cuts the doctor off when they start talking about treatment options. "I-I-I just need a minute." Jake says tears filling his eyes. "It's not about the abortion. I just need a minute to process that someone's done that too my Y/N." Jake tries to explain that this isn't a pro-life meltdown.

He doesn't see the doctor nod but he hears the man leave.

The second the door shuts Jake lets out a loud sob at the glimpse of what the last few years have looked like for you. He hunches over stomach clenching from worry - he knows that the minute you find that out that particular diagnosis, you're going to freak out.

Jake continues to cry he thinks back to the only other time you've been pregnant. The time that it was his kid and there were complications. Whatever bastard did this to you is going to unknowingly force you to relive that day.

Jake fruitlessly wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his hoodie then turns back to you face still wet from the tears silently falling down his cheeks. "This changes nothing with you and me sweets. I will be here every step of the way if you want me to." Jake says kissing your hand.

Having gone through a million emotions in the span of a few minutes Jake needs to step out of the room to try and let go of his rage.

*

Reader POV -

Every muscle In your body is tense in the knowledge that someone was nearby when you were trying to wake up earlier.

Wires and tubing press uncomfortably against your back. Why would they lie you over them that seems stupid?

You lie there controlling your breathing, eyes shut tightly just listening for signs of someone else.

I really don't want to open my eyes in case I'm not alone.

It's eerily quiet. All you can hear is the faint buzzing of tinnitus in your ears and a machine steadily beeping.

Okay, no one else is here, you tell yourself before gently opening your eyes. You scan the otherwise empty hospital room frowning in confusion. You're not sure whether someone was next to you or whether you dreamt that someone was in the vacant chair by your side?

There's fresh flowers and a card on the windowsill, so someone has been here.

A male nurse walks in as you try to disconnect from the machines behind you.

"Please don't do that! You're in the hospital." He says to you.

God my head is pounding.

"I got out?" you murmur in response, so drained that even talking is more of an effort than it has been recently.

"Yes you got out. You're okay." He confirms.

You nod slightly in recognition of what he just said, but mentally you completely disagree that you're okay right now.

"How's the pain on a scale from one to ten?" He questions.

Groaning in pain you shift slightly, you don't verbalise the feeling that you can only imagine is similar to being hit by a bus. Instead you ask "Can I self discharge?"

"It would be strongly against our medical advice if you were to self discharge right now. I would recommend that you stay here under observation and on the IV for a few more days." He grimaces at the prospect of you leaving this room.

"I'm not staying here." You exclaim, wincing slightly as you rip out a needle from your arm.

"Let me just go get a consultant to talk everything through with you and if you still want to leave after that, then you can." The nurse says hesitantly before jogging out of the room. I think he must be new to the role.

The door to your room opens and you suddenly understand the nurse's hesitancy as two police officers walk in.

You try to dart into an upright position to be more alert but whimper at your body's reluctance to move. The agony radiating from your left arm is unbearable. I can't imagine what sitting up would've felt like if that hadn't put my arm in this sling.

"Oh great you're awake!" The young police lady says standing pencil straight by the side of your bed ready to start questioning you.

"You're in the hospital, do you know what happened?" The guy questions you.

"What happened to Ghost?" You begin your own interrogation for answers.

"High on painkillers?" The female officer turns to the man who shakes his head.

"Was that your back seaters callsign?" He queries.

"Yeah. Is h-h-" You nod but you're cut off by the officer.

"It was instant. He wouldn't have felt anything." He answers without making you ask.

You cover your eyes with the palms of your hands fighting to regain a semblance of composure at how abysmal that news makes you feel.

The anxious ringing in your head eventually subsides and you remove your hands from your face. You're somehow still surprised to see that the officers stayed for however long it took for you to be able to fake okay.

"I need to go home." you admit quietly more to yourself than to them. You don't articulate that you just want to blanket cocoon on your sofa while Jake silently assures you that everything is going to be fine.

Your hands quiver slightly at the reality that he might not have waited for you; your home might not even be your home anymore.

Thoughts torrent your mind before you finally muster the courage to ask the room what date it is.

"April the 8th" The police lady answers.

"W-w-what year is it?" You speak up. The police man standing silently in the doorway looks horrified at the prospect that you might not know that but he interjects and answers you anyway.

"Shit." You respond in momentary disbelief that it's been that long.

I mean it felt like forever but I had convinced myself it had been a couple of months and i'll go home to everything the same.

"Jake thinks I've been dead for four years?" tears flood your eyes and your voice breaks, for the first time in years it's not from disuse.

How the fuck am I meant to go home after that amount of time?

If he hasn't moved onto someone else, surely he would've at least mourned you. If he's said goodbye to you like that how is it fair to suddenly reappear?

None of this is fucking fair.

Ghost should be here too.

*

Jake POV

Jake's heart drops to the floor as he carefully opens your room door to reveal an empty bed. From the haphazard sheets and wires flung across the room, he knows that no one has taken you into surgery without consulting him.

You're still in fight or flight mode.

He discards his unopened sandwich on the table and runs to the nurse's station.

"Room 26 - where is she?" Jake asks the guy behind the desk.

"She asked to self discharge; she's gone." he shrugs.

"She's gone?" Jake clarifies.

"Yep. If you can convince her to come back to hospital I think that would be in her best interest." He responds.

Five minutes - I was gone for five fucking minutes. Jake flings himself down the stairs, running at full speed to the exit.

He forces himself to stop when he's out of the hospital. He glances over everyone in the immediate vicinity.

You have to be here somewhere. And yet you're not here.

Where on earth would you go?

After all this time would you go home?

Home is fucking miles away - how would you get there with no phone and no money?

Jake's heart pounds in his chest as he walks to his car. He walks at a snail's pace so that he can check everyone that crosses his path isn't you.

I'll find you. I promise I'll find you.

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My annual leave has started and dare I say this but I think I might nearly be finished with part 6 of One Day At A Time!!

I've been reading Was it Over by @ohtobeleah recently, so I feel like this series might end up taking an even darker turn bc that's been devastating so far now i'm in that kind of mood 😭 

Here's Part 5 if you missed it

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One Day At A Time (Part 5/?)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Hangman's fiancée is hospitalised and Jake waits for her to wake up

T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, gun violence, hints to torture, death

Jake POV

He sits silently on a freezing cold, completely uncomfortable plastic chair by your bedside stroking the back of your hand for hours on end.

Jake's eyes are transfixed in horror as he stares at your hands - more specifically at your bleeding, bandage wrapped nails. His stomach clenches in nausea as he thinks about the fact someone has probably ripped them.

What on earth has happened to you?

How could anyone do this?

Are you mentally okay after what you've been through?

What if you don't love me anymore?

He asks himself a million questions that he cannot answer as he sits staring at what's been done to you. Every unanswered question is adding to his stress.

Jake is snapped out of his thoughts when the door handle rattles and Cyclone walks back in. He subconsciously straightens in his chair in acknowledgement.

"At ease, I don't expect you to feel inferior in a hospital." Cyclone remarks clearly feeling apprehensive by his surroundings as he hesitantly places a vase of flowers down on the windowsill.

"Have the doctors said anything to you?" Jake questions quietly, momentarily turning away from your lifeless body.

"She's stable. They're trying to wake her up." Cyclone confirms.

Jake carefully avoids touching your nails as he squeezes your hand slightly, hoping the motion will help you feel tethered enough to open your eyes.

The admiral's gaze flits between the two of you, wondering if Jake is going to speak up.

"Was it your decision?" Jake finally asks having wondered it ever since he got the call to say you were not coming home. At the time Jake practically begged Javy to find out information about what happened the day your plane went down, but the name of the admiral who made the decision to withdraw help was classified before he could know who to blame.

Cyclone is the one that called me, he knows who made that decision.

He confirms Jake's suspicions with a single nod.

"She is the best pilot I've ever worked with. I didn't expect for what happened that day to occur" Cyclone admits meeting Jake's eye line.

That's as close to an apology as I'm going to get from the man.

"Someone should've gone after them. She fucking deserved that." Jake's lip wobbles as he says the words. His brain is endlessly thinking of what you may have had to endure to look like this right now.

Jake will never admit to anyone that the rational part of his brain completely understands why the admiral would pull back the rescue effort after three other people were killed.

Your squad's relatives had the closure of their bodies - Jake never had that. Your family had a funeral with a casket that everyone knew was empty.

Jake closes his eyes in pure dread as he thinks back to that day.

"I've put through an emergency leave request on your behalf." Cyclone declares after a few minutes of silence. Jake doesn't say anything, still lost in thought.

"Have you called anyone?" Cyclone asks.

Jake shakes his head. No. He left the house in such a rush that he's fairly sure his phone must be somewhere on the side next to his house keys.

"She doesn't like being crowded when she's sick." Jake states.

The admiral nods taking that as what it was, a polite way to tell him to go away too.

*

Jake jolts awake at the sound of the door opening again. "Sorry" a nurse whispers at him.

"Don't apologise, come in." he says gesturing with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other.

The nurse smiles slightly at him and moves around the machines to check all of your vitals.

"What time is it?" Jake groans - from the stiffness of his neck he knows he's been asleep for a fair while.

"Half four." The nurse responds checking his fob watch.

"When do you think she'll wake up?"Jake questions looking away from the note-writing nurse, back at you.

"It's different for everyone but hopefully soon." he replies.

Jake doesn't admit that he's scared for whatever you're going to say to him. Scared that there's nothing between the two of you anymore.

I don't know what I'll do if you're not the old you

But how can you be the old you after this?

"How did you two meet?" the nurse asks trying to distract Jake from his obvious nervousness at this whole situation.

He hasn't spoken the hugely exaggerated version of your meeting in years; the story he used to tell people to make them swoon before everything happened... Instead he settles for something he know will instantly shut the conversation down, "at work".

When the nurse leaves Jake is watching you on high alert again.

"I know you won't let me say this to you when you're conscious but I am so sorry I couldn't save you baby." He murmurs.

*

Reader POV -

Despite the beeping of hospital machines telling you that you're in a sterile environment, you wake up to fear and adrenaline pounding through your system.

Where am I? you mentally question, too tired to wake up.

You can hear someone snoring nearby but do not have the strength to prise your eyes open.

Who is that? That doesn't sound like Ghost.

From experience you know that you've been under some form of anaesthetic to be feeling this out of control over your body but it doesn't stop your mind racing a million miles an hour.

I have to wake up.

You groan trying to compel yourself to wake up.

Hearing your heart monitor pick up slightly, the man besides you is snapped from his slumber, instantly taking your hand.

"Take it easy sweetheart." He says rubbing your cheek. You flinch dramatically at the nickname, afraid of who you think is standing next to you.

Someone's touching me. You panic unable to force your eyes open long enough to take in your surroundings or fight back if you need to.

Oblivious to the real reasoning behind the flinch, Jake's eyes fill with tears as he removes his hand from your face petrified that he may have hurt you.

"I'm sorry sweets." He whispers carefully untangling your hands as well.

Desperate for you to talk to him, Jake watches as your eyes flicker open and closed. He holds his breath in anticipation of you finally waking up but is sorely disappointed seconds later as you're pulled back under the sleepy haze of anaesthetic.

Part 6

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Estranged (part 2/?)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

A/n: fluff, angst, grief

Summary: Rooster and his ex best friend go to dinner

The two of you drive in convoy to the small diner that you spent 90% of your childhood in.

Every time you look in your rearview mirror and see is the broncho he's had since you were 18, you feel a mixture of giddiness and fear.

"Why did I fucking agree to this?" You mutter pulling into the parking lot.

Without giving yourself more time to worry about the uncomfortable reality of this reunion, you walk over to his car and wait for him to clamber out.

You follow him as he walks to your booth - the third one in from the back on the right. As a kid you would always insist on sitting in this exact booth because this is the best location to people watch. Scooting in across from him you wonder if he remembered that or if this is a weird coincidence.

"What's that look for?" he asks eyebrows scrunched together.

"Huh?" You respond, trying to ignore him as you pick up the menu from the table.

"Why bother looking?" He asks eyebrows raising, knowing that you both already know what you're ordering.

"What if something else looks better?" you ask.

"Better than the world's best pancakes, what planet are you on over there Kazansky?" He teases.

You roll your eyes as a waitress starts approaching your table.

She takes your orders all the while giving Bradshaw heart eyes. You watch her walk away and glance between the two of you in your peripheral. She's debating whether he's single. Or whether she can take you.

"So?" He asks expectantly.

"So what?" You respond.

"Tell me everything that has happened since we last spoke." He clarifies.

"I drove here and - " You say and he kicks you playfully under the table to stop you talking.

"You know that's not what I meant!" he interrupts.

"Yeah I know..." You respond unsure of what he actually wants you to say. You haven't spoken to Bradley in years it would feel weird to keep things surface level and weird to be as intimate as you used to be.

"Things haven't been great since the last time we spoke." You admit.

"I'm sorry about your dad. I heard through the grapevine that he's sick again." He says reaching for your hand across the table.

You change the conversation topic back to him, asking "What about you, how have you been?"

"A bit all over the place. Work is great now but it's taken forever to get to that stage. I got married since the last time we spoke - " he starts summarising his life over the last few years.

You don't interrupt him but the thoughts in your head come to a grinding halt and then suddenly torrent your mind to the point that whatever he says next is lost on you.

He got married and didn't invite you to his wedding.

Mr Perfect married someone you've never met.

"How did you meet her?" You ask automatically presuming their gender.

"At a joint birthday party of two pilots I was stationed with a few years back." He responds.

"Cool." You say not bothering to sound less disinterested.

You know you fell out of touch but it hurts that he wouldn't invite you to his wedding.

How could he marry someone you don't even know the name of?

"What about you, are you seeing anyone, married, divorced etc?" He asks.

"You know me Brads, my standards are too high to date people." You respond not telling him that your life is in the exact same place it was last time you spoke, except this time your dad is dying.

"Hahahahaha yeah do you remember when Ryder tried to get you to go out with him?" He questions, bringing an uncontrollable smirk out on your face.

"Stop." You say to him with a giggle. "That was the most embarrassing day of my life it genuinely gives me nightmares thinking about that still! We were literally eleven - surely people have enough common sense not to do that at that age?" You ask giving Bradley a dramatic look that makes him start cackling.

You snigger thinking that no one at that age should have a total lack of self awareness to the point that they think asking someone out via a break dance routine is a good idea.

"He broke his fucking leg doing that and you still said no." Bradley is red from laughing at the memory of you trying to shield behind him while being serenaded.

You both stop laughing as the waitress approaches the table and you order your usuals.

"Shocking choice." Bradley murmurs as you went for the same thing you always go for. You roll your eyes at him, annoyed that he would have to comment on that.

Your phone buzzes on the table between the two of you with a text from Coyote, then seconds later it buzzes with a second text "Hangman". Bradshaw mouths from across the table.

You don't have previews on so all you can see is his name on your screen.

It is quickly followed by an onslaught of other texts.

"Do you want to get that?" Bradley asks.

You shake your head not one of those people who will sit glued to their phone when out with someone else.

"You seem close with Hangman." he probes.

"Yeah." You respond seeing the distain on his face as clear as day. "I take it you're not?"

He huffs.

"He's an idiot in the air and on the ground." Bradley shakes his head.

You open your mouth to call him the idiot when the waitress appears.

"Oh you're a pilot?" the waitress asks placing his food in front of him.

He nods totally oblivious to her advances or completely uninterested.

She's literally put lipstick on since she took our orders.

You're annoyed.

This feels awkward and forced and all you really want to do is pick up your phone and read whatever Jake and Javy are saying.

The waitress comes back to ask if everything is okay with the food.

You've gotta be joking, you think when you see that she's taken off layers to show some skin and has undone a few buttons on her shirt.

"Do you think if we stick around long enough she'll get naked?" you remark.

He raises his eyebrows at you looking completely clueless.

"Who?" he says confused.

"The waitress you dipshit." you say without thinking. "She's been flirting with you all night, you cannot be that oblivious." You add shaking your head.

"You jealous?" he teases.

"In your dreams Bradshaw." you roll your eyes, not admitting that there might be some truth behind that.

Part 1 in case you missed it

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Estranged (Part 1/?)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

A/n: pure fluff - this is a short and sweet one... I think I need to write more parts for this

Summary: Rooster's ex best friend aka. Iceman's daughter comes back to town

You walk into the Hard Deck with Hangman and instantly head to the pool table.

You're making small talk with Bob who fades back into the background when human ken doll returns to your side.

"How was dinner?" Jake asks you about the family dinner you were dreading all week. The reason you text him to meet you here this evening.

"Awful." You respond with a sigh.

"Is your d-" Jake starts but you cut him off.

"I really don't want to talk about it. Please can we talk about anything other than that?" you snap slightly at your wingman.

He nods in understanding that you're here to get your mind off of what's going on at home.

"How was drinks with Bea?" you ask about a woman he picked up when you two went shopping for snacks after work last week.

He grimaces and you giggle in anticipation for whatever insane story he's about to sprout.

You hear the bell of the door opening and break his gaze, instinctively looking at who is walking in.

Every single thought leaves your head as a good looking guy in a Hawaiian shirt meanders over. He looks in your direction and you double take, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

Realisation washes over you as your second glance confirms your worst thoughts, that is Bradley, the person you once considered to be your platonic soulmate.

Bradley got hot.

"Bradshaw as I live and breathe!" Hangman shouts over to him and you double take.

*

You don't acknowledge him until he follows you to the bar. He stands next to you and moves around until he meets your eye line.

"Were you planning on ignoring me all evening?" Bradley asks sliding closer to you.

You haven't spoken to him since you joined the Navy and moved away. You came back home for top gun, expecting him to be here but he had already enlisted and been deployed without telling you.

There was never a proper goodbye between the two of you, no monumental moment where you consciously decided to stop being friends.

"Hi Bradley." You say giving him a small smile.

"Hi." He responds voice gravely with a mixture of tiredness and alcohol.

It's followed by awkward silence that you're deeply unsure of how to fill.

You once knew everything there was to know about the man before you. Now you feel like strangers.

This is weird.

I'm uncomfortable.

The bar is so busy you know it's going to be a while before either of you are served.

You need to fill this silence; this is horrible.

Fucking say something Y/N, anything.

Your internal thoughts berate you until you open your mouth to talk.

Before you can say anything he speaks up, "12 o'clock is that or is that not the guy that Maddison hooked up with at Jeremy's sweet 16?"

You instantly look over and start laughing as the only person on your nose looks like a wannabe punk rocker - not her type and definitely not someone you went to school with.

"Clearly great taste runs in the family." You wink at him. You instantly regret that response and shake your head grimacing.

He laughs.

"How is your sister? I don't think I've seen her since that party." He theorises.

"She's good. She moved to Texas with her boyfriend from college. I feel like I haven't seen her since that party either." You reply.

"Ah cool, good for her. I never thought she'd leave here, I don't know why." He mutters but you know exactly why he thought that, because you thought that.

"Do you still keep in touch with Jeremy?" You query.

"Not at all! Do you?" he smiles eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"Oh yeah, we talk every day!" you retort sarcastically.

He shoves you playfully, ignoring your cold shoulder as keeps talking.

The silence returns like a wave to shore. You're mentally racking your brain for anything to say.

It'd feel wrong to start small talking with him like you're nothing.

"Do you remember when you shaved my eyebrows off?" He asks out of nowhere.

You giggle at the memory, unable to hold in your laughter.

"What on earth made you think about that?" You question in slight disbelief that he's here laughing with you.

"Don't look but the girl with Phoenix at the moment has totally shaved off her eyebrows to draw them on." He whispers. You instantly turn to look without any subtlety.

"Y/N" Bradley berates you for so brazenly turning.

"You can't say that and expect me not to look!" You try to reason with him.

"This may sound sort of crazy because we haven't seen each other in years but do you want to get out of here? It's really busy in here and I'm kind of hungry. I was thinking we could go to that diner your dad always used to take us to?" He proposes.

You hesitate.

"I know I fucked up. I'm sorry. I should've made more time for our friendship when you moved away. Instead I freaked out and ignored your calls." He says. "I was a shitty friend. If you want to stay here, there's no hard feelings." he adds.

"Thank you for saying sorry. I know that doesn't come easy to Mr Perfect." you tease, booping his nose with your finger. The nickname was bestowed upon him by your kindergarten teacher and you have never stopped ridiculing him for it.

"That should've been my callsign." He smirks jumping out of his seat to lead you to the door.

Part 2

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One Day At A Time (Part 4/?)

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Hangman's POW fiancée attempts a prison break and Jake gets the call he been longing for

A/N: Sorry I don't think this could've taken much longer to write!!

T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, gun violence, hints to torture, death

Reader POV -

You don't give yourself time to strategise, you grab the boy's hand and Ghost's jacket and force them to follow you. You're back tracking through the building to a side door you noticed when you fell.

The sound of your heart hammering in your chest is the only thing you can focus on while your hand tremors above the door handle. You force yourself to ignore your rising panic and make a silent prayer that this door is unlocked.

Ghost echoes your sigh of relief when you try the door and it quietly swings open. You quickly survey the surrounding area from the doorway: there's no other guards in your eye line, and no visible watch towers that cover this section of the camp as far as you can tell from this vantage point.

Directly ahead, a few hundred metres away if you had to guess, you see a break in the fence and a small seating area just beyond it. They have a makeshift smoking area.

"Let's go." you say, not waiting for a response before breaking out into a sprint.

It's eerily quiet as you lift part of the chain fence, forcing it wide enough for the boy to shuffle through. Ghost watched in horror as you do not react to the metal cutting into your palms.

You gesture for Ghost to go first and he obliges. You feel blood start to run down your wrists as you force the metal to gape open wider.

Ghost visibly jumps when a second round of gunfire bellows from the building behind you. You shudder at the thought of them killing the people you left behind.

How can anyone have such little regard for human life? You've not encountered a single person here who looks marginally remorseful for their actions.

The wait for Ghost to get through the fence feels like a lifetime.

They're going to come for me, please move. You mentally chastise Ghost for the hold up.

Fear threatens to swallow you as you hear the back door burst open. It hits the wall with such a monstrous thud, that you feel the sound ricochet through your body.

"Don't turn around." Ghost warns you.

Both of you know the door is close enough that anyone with half decent aim could shoot you right now.

Ghost lets go of the fence and you feel your heart sink for a second thinking after all of this he could just leave you right now.

It takes you a minute to realise he's moving to get himself out of the firing line. He drops down to hold the fence at a much lower angle.

You're thrown against the fence as a blistering pain radiates through your shoulder.

"Go." you instruct Ghost, ringing blaring in your right ear.

"I'm not leaving you here Seresin." He says grabbing you through the fence and forcing you downwards.

You army crawl through the fence screaming from the pain of the bullet wound. "I'm not a Seresin." You say as soon as you're through the fence.

Ghost hoists you upright. "Not yet." He says with a small smile plastered on his lips.

The next few minutes are a blur - you're hazy from blood loss and running when none of you are in peak physical condition. It takes the three of you fucking ages to cover even the smallest of distances.

Every few yards Ghost slows down panting and coughing like he can't get enough air to his lungs which you know is a very real possibility now that he's sick.

You keep walking waiting for him to catch up - clutching your arm to maintain pressure.

The roaring of wardens behind you is getting closer and closer with every passing minute.

You've got to get out of this forest.

You need to get to a hospital.

Even if you meet your own version of Kathy Bates in Misery you'll have a higher chance of survival than if the guards catch you.

The two of you know from how many planes you've seen overhead since being moved to that camp that there has to be an air base nearby.

You either keep walking and hope to stumble upon it or find someone, anyone to help you.

Knowing the latter is unlikely you decide to just head to the edge of the forest.

You need to find civilisation.

Arguing breaks out nearby as the wardens question what direction you may have gone. Ghost rapidly responds halting you and placing a hand lightly over the boys mouth to muffle his weeping.

I don't know where to go. I don't know what direction will lead me out of here.

You silently stand behind trees hoping if you're quiet enough the men on your heels will give up and let you go home.

Reaching into your jumpsuit you grab the broken locket and stare at Jake's happy face.

I'll come back to you, you mentally promise him releasing a shuddering sigh in absolute dread over whatever you're going to have to do to get out of here.

*

Jake POV -

Hangman doesn't hear the phone ring from where he stands bickering the in garden with Rooster.

Javy on the other hand is inside, engaged in a discussion about his best friend with Bob and Phoenix. Trace looks at him knowingly, "are you going to get that or shall I because we both know Hangman is not in the mood to talk to someone else." she says.

Coyote gestures for her to hand him the phone. He instantly regrets having the responsibility when he answers the call from Admiral Simpson saying he needs to speak to Jake directly.

Knowing he cannot say this is not a good time to the admiral, Coyote pops his head of the sliding doors and calls for Jake.

"Work is beckoning you." He informs Hangman who instantly stands up straighter.

"Why?" He asks knowing his paranoia made him check that he had today off nine-thousand times.

The minuscule walk from the barbecue to Javy holding the phone out of the door is enough for Jake to plaster on his bravado. Whatever presumably horrible thing someone Is about to say on this phone call, cannot hurt me.

Jake puts the the phone to his ear and it's like everything else is in slow motion.

"At 16:00 on Tuesday an unauthorised fighter plane flew over the California. The plane had no coms with the US Airforce but landed upon request at a private airport." Cyclone starts.

Jake remains quiet, wondering what the hell does this have to do with me?

"The woman who was flying the plane has not been identified and was unconscious by the time that she was removed from the plane." He says.

Okay, and? Jake thinks still unsure on how this relates to him.

"The police have contacted all of the different defence agencies to see whether anyone has an MIA pilot matching her description." Cyclone continues.

"I am at the hospital and she is unrecognisable." He states making Jake even more confused.

"Sorry Sir but I am not seeing how I factor into this?" Jake speaks up not caring about the consequences of interrupting him.

"I am going to be honest and say you might not but I need you to tell me if this sounds familiar. The woman had a locket in her possession - the photo is tiny and dirty so I'm not saying this with any kind of certainty but it looks like you in the picture." Cyclone stops talking.

You're alive.

"I'm j-" Cyclone starts talking again but Jake interrupts.

"What hospital?" Jake asks feeling like he's barely breathing.

Simpson reels off the name.

"I'm on my way." Jake mutters.

Without saying anything to the others, he runs into the house and grabs his car keys from the bowl in the kitchen that he always shoves them in.

"Where are you going?" Javy questions as Jake grabs a jacket off the back of the door.

"I've got to go but I'll be back soon. You guys don't have to go... if you do, take the spare keys to lock up and then post them through the door - I don't know how long I'm going to be." He states shoving on the jacket before sprinting up the stairs to grab his backpack. He empties it onto the bed quickly - for once in his life not caring about being neat as he shakes it out.

He swings open the door to your half of the wardrobe and picks out your joggers and one of his t-shirts alongside underwear, socks and your trainers. Just in case you have to stay longer he grabs toothpaste, your toothbrush, deodorant and a scrunchie from the box of your stuff still sat in the bathroom cupboard.

"That'll do." he mutters running down the stairs and out the door before anyone can stop him.

Jake's fairly sure he's been caught by at least one speed camera as he steps out of his car in the hospital parking lot. He speed walks to the reception only nudging one person of out the way to get here as quickly as possible.

He asks for your room number and ward before breaking out into another run when he gets the answer.

Admiral Simpson and a ton of police officers and random other officials stand in the corridor and Jake knows that means you're in the room behind them.

"Lieutenant Seresin?" One of the police officers asks.

Jake nods, "Hi."

"You're right, he does look like the picture." One of the others says to Cyclone.

"Before we take you in to identify her, please can you come with us to somewhere more private?" Cyclone asks.

"Yes Sir." Jake responds.

*

Jake cannot sit still as the detectives start talking. He's aware that everyone in the room is hyper focused on him so he will not stop twitching.

"Can I see the locket?" He questions nervously.

Jake can see a crushed looking pendant but nothing more as the detective reaches for it.

They push it towards him on the table and Jake could cry looking at the state of your first anniversary present.

"That's Nova's" He confirms opening the plastic bag to have a better look.

"That's us moving me into her really old apartment." Jake elaborates.

"I was told she was killed in action." Jake says tears silently falling down his face.

He sniffs and wipes them angrily away.

"We don't know that the woman in that room is her, but whoever that is we think they were POW." Cyclone theorises.

"When she went down she was with her weapons system officer - was anyone else in the plane?" Jake asks.

"Yes. Someone was in the back seat but they were dead long before the paramedics got there." One of the officers responds.

"We don't know if it was Ghost - they are comparing his DNA to the database" Cyclone admits.

"How did he die?" Jake's voice cracks.

"The plane had taken quite a bit of fire - the canopy was broken. The man on the backseat was struck by some of the glass." The police inform him.

Jake shivers from the thought of the world's happiest WSO dying of blood loss - at the thought of you having to sit there and listen to that.

He stands up not wanting to hear anything else.

"Can I see her?" Jake queries, not beyond begging if anyone objects.

"Not before we talk about the kid." a random lady chirps.

"What kid?" Jake counters feeling bile rise in his throat at the prospect that you might have a kid that isn't his.

"He's too old to be hers; let him go see her." Cyclone says to the officers.

Jake raises his eyebrows in confusion but they gesture that he's free to leave so he doesn't delay this any longer and starts striding towards your room.

*

"I need to warn you that despite surgery - this is quite shocking." Cyclone says holding the door handle, "She's been put into a medically induced coma to try and reduce some of the swelling."

Jake nods not really hearing him.

I need to know if this is you.

Admiral Simpson carefully opens the door at lets Jake through.

Jake looks at your face and he doesn't recognise you.

The bruising is obscene - this person's face is purple and yellow.

Thank god she's unconscious because I can't imagine how painful this would be.

"Is it her?" Cyclone asks as Jake steps closer.

Jake refuses to admit that even he cannot tell from looking at your face. Your features are too swollen to properly see.

His hands shake as he brushes some of your hair out of the way to look under your ear for a scar you got learning to ride a bike as a kid.

He uses his free hand to rub the tears from his eyes.

It's there. The scar he's kissed a thousand times.

He pulls back, lip trembling in the horror that anyone would hurt you so much that he cannot recognise you.

"It's her." Jake verbalises as he takes you hand.

The whole world melts away behind him as he stares at what's been done to you and actually takes it in.

"You're okay sweets, I'm here. I've got you." Jake whispers running his thumb across the back of your hand.

Part 3 if you missed it

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I've had the worst writer's block writing part 4 of One Day At A Time but It's nearly done!!

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The Reunion

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x wife Reader

A/N: Military inaccuracies, angst and fluff

I haven't proof read this so apologies in advance...

Summary: You're redeployed to the same base as your husband

Reader POV

You touched down in North Island this morning so it's not out of the ordinary that you've spent all evening getting to know the team already stationed here.

It's nearing two a.m. and you're beginning to hit your limit of social interaction. You take a seat on one of the bar stools against the wall closing your eyes momentarily wishing you were home.

"I am so tired I need to go to get out of here and Javy is barely standing, so I'm going to get him something to eat. If any of y'all want food we're leaving now." Jake says walking up to the table where you're sat with a couple of your colleagues.

"Food sounds great." You respond without question. His eyes twinkle as they meet yours and you stare at the laughter lines that momentarily form as he gives you a quick smile. God he's good looking and he knows it.

"I should probably go too and try and adjust to this timezone." Preacher says from next to you getting up and walking out without a more elaborate goodbye. You roll your eyes at his constant holier than thou wisdom.

You watch silently as Jake struggles to make Javy put his jacket on, smirking at the futile effort.

It's only Bob and you left sitting here as Jake continues his fruitless attempt to put Javy's jacket on him.

"I'm hungry - I'm going to go with them. Are you coming?" You ask Bob. He shakes his head.

"No I'm good." He says quietly. You've noticed how he tenses up around your husband and have refrained from commenting.

"Did something happen with Hangman and you? He gets mouthy when he's nervous." You try to defend Hangman having no idea what he's said or done to make Bob feel uncomfortable.

"Nothing's happened I just don't like him." Bob says not opening up to you. It's probably a good thing he's so reserved, so that he doesn't unknowingly start slagging off your husband to you.

You still feel a stone drop in your stomach at his confession.

"How do you know him?" Bob asks watching you staring at the scene before you. You tear your eyes off of Jake and look at Bob.

"We've been stationed together before. Lots of times actually." You explain not really telling him anything.

"He doesn't act like a human." Bob counters and without him elaborating you know what he means completely.

"He takes a long time to open up to people." You state.

"I don't think he feels emotions like normal people." Bob says staring at Jake as he beams at something Javy is slurring at him.

"He's not the person he pretends to be. I think he feels things more deeply than a lot of us and he doesn't know how to handle it so he plays Hangman... I'd rather fly with someone with that level-headedness than an emotional wreck." You remark.

"I think that's the first time anyone's called Hangman level-headed." Bob sniggers as the other two reach the door.

You smile sort of mentally agreeing with him that, that was a poor choice of words. "I know him better than other people. He's not that person when you get to know him." You shrug getting up.

"Does he know that you're in love with him?" Bob asks watching you.

You smile at the WSO completely ignoring his question as you say goodbye, "I'll see you in the morning Bob."

*

You head to the bathroom, leaving Jake to ensure that a very drunken Javy manages to sit down in the only diner open at this ungodly hour in the morning.

Jake has been stealing glances at you all night and you know he's making himself frustrated because of your no PDA around colleagues rule.

He was the one to enforce the rule and he'll never vocalise that he hates it.

You're drying your hands as the door to the bathroom smashes against the wall. It swings open to reveal a guilty looking Jake who has tried to open the door with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"Shit, sorry!" he says taking a step inside. He stops right behind you and breathes a sigh of relief that you're finally alone for the first time this evening.

You throw the paper towel in the bin, breaking your eye contact through the mirror and turning to face him.

"Lieutenant" you tease him, knowing that he loves it when you call him that. His eyes instantly darken and he steps closer, giving you a look that you can only describe as hunger.

He leans in like he's going to kiss you then stops abruptly, barely a hair's breadth away from your face.

Jake's giving you such a mischievous grin that you have to wonder what he's currently thinking. "You didn't tell me you got promoted to captain, Captain." He whispers.

"I wanted to tell you in person." You inform him as you take ahold of his left hand.

"Congrats darlin'" He says quickly breaking the hand hold and lifting you up slightly to kiss him.

You jump up and knot your legs around his waist. "I-" he starts but you cut him off.

"Please stop talking and just kiss me already." You say.

"Your wish is my command." He spouts before his lips finally meet yours.

You run your fingers through his hair as he manoeuvres to sit you against the sinks. He groans above you - still taking care to gently set you down.

You deepen the kiss to muffle him. He doesn't comment on how your legs tighten around his waist in response.

He breaks the kiss and you huff out of frustration before he starts kissing down your jaw and your neck.

"I have wanted to do this all day." his words tickle against your neck.

"Javy's waiting." you remind Jake and he halts.

His strong arms cloak around you in a tight hug. You hug back with the same force.

"He can wait another minute." Jake says refusing to let you go.

When he loosens his grip to let you go, you tighten your hold on him. "One more minute" You say into his shoulder. Jake is more than happy to oblige to your request.

"God I missed you." He murmurs before you echo the sentiment.

*

Jake is uncontrollably giggling in the passenger seat of your car which makes you laugh harder at your own stupid joke. It is so rare to crack him like this.

His arms are wrapped around you like a blanket as you walk inside the hotel.

Your laughter cuts off as you both spot an elderly couple in the elevator and Jake untangles himself from you to be more presentable in front of them.

You step in and press the button to your floor as he talks with the elderly couple.

"Thank you for your service" the old lady says to Jake.

"It's my pleasure ma'am" he responds as the elevator pings their floor.

Once it eventually reaches your floor, you practically run out pulling him by the hand.

The second the room door closes behind you, he pounces and pulls you onto the bed.

Jake climbs on top of you, trapping you beneath his body to reiterate what he was saying earlier.

"I missed you." he sighs, needing you to know how much.

"I missed you too." you reply smiling widely.

"I don't think you understand how much." He says before kissing your jaw.

"I miss laughing with you", he presses another kiss against your jaw.

"I miss turning to see your face whenever someone says something I know would make you laugh", he kisses you again.

"I miss our friendship." He says continuing the trail of kisses.

You push on his shoulders moving him to switch positions with you.

"Trust me, I understand how much." You respond kissing him on the lips.

"I wish we could be together all of the time." You tell him breaking the kiss to talk some more.

"I don't like when we meet up after months apart and I'm not sure where we stand." Jake vocalises his anxiety as you run a finger down his cheek.

"We're never in a bad place. We could not speak for months and I'd still be around waiting for you. I know it can be weird to readjust to each others' routines but I'm always going to love you regardless of what happens in between us being together physically in the same place." You say meeting his gaze.

You know he worries when you're apart and you watch as he relaxes into the sheets.

"Sometime I feel insecure that you look at me and know my insecurities, doubts and fears and I don't understand why you love me." He admits.

"You're everything to me. You know that right?" You question.

It's unfrequent that Jake opens up to you like this, so you're not overly surprised when he deflects. "So when we argue about what colour to paint the kitchen?" He tease you about your last big argument.

You roll your eyes, smiling at him. "I still love you even when you're wrong." You say before kissing him again.

"Ditto!" He mumbles against your lips.

You pull back and he smirks knowing you're about to rebuttal.

"I cannot believe that you have brought that up! Now all I'm thinking about is that we still haven't chosen a colour." You declare, jokily hitting Jake's bicep making him laugh.

"We'll pick something soon." he yawns, tiredness hitting him like a tidal wave. His eyes sting from the brightness of the hotel lighting.

You watch Jake turn to look at the clock on the bedside table. It is already 3.24 am.

"You tired princess?" you ask him running a finger along his eyebrows making his eyes flutter shut. It's an unfair tactic that you know will make him more sleepy.

"Wide awake sweetheart." the lie falls from his lips seconds before he is unable to stop another yawn.

You clamber off him instantly.

"Nooo." Jake complains grabbing the back of your thighs to try and stop you getting up.

"I'm not hooking up with you if you're going to lie there yawning." You remark standing up to go brush your teeth.

Jake pouts, "when did I get so old that I can't pull all-nighters?" You smile down at him silently wishing you could both stay awake talking for a few more hours.

He rubs his eyes trying not to fall asleep; longing to do more than kiss you. You both know your husband will be asleep the minute you come back and turn the light off.