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together - peter strahm

peter strahm x younger! agent! oc part 2

summary: as strahm and mitchell get closer to solving the jigsaw case, they also get closer to eachother

warnings: violence, mentions of death, implied smut, age gap (45 and 27, guns, blood, plot differs from saw 5 slightly, language, i probably missed something

word count: 4.8k click here for part one

strahm quickly checked his phone for signal, finding no connection, and switched on his flashlight from his belt.

“what’s going on?” mitchell asked aloud, getting out her own flashlight and reaching for her gun again.

“just stay close to me.”

looking around the room, strahm found a door outlined in glow in the dark paint. he did a quick check to make sure the corridor was safe before reaching in and grabbing a tape record that was hung from the ceiling. he looked at it for a moment before pressing play.

“hello agent strahm,

if you’re hearing this then you’ve finally found what you’ve been looking for. but is the discovery of my body enough? or will your insatiable hunger to uncover the truth push you deeper into the abyss?

heed my warning.

do not proceed. for this room can either be your sanctuary, or it can be your grave.

the choice is yours,”

“peter….” mitchell spoke nervously.

“let’s go,” he ushered her into the dark corridor despite the tapes warning, muttering a ‘fuck you’ to jigsaws dead body before he followed close behind her. his hand lingered on the small of her back unintentionally, and she missed it when his touch left to corner check. someone snuck up behind strahm wearing a pig mask and stuck him in the neck with a sedative, and mitchell screamed.

“run, mitchell!” he croaked as the assailant dropped him to the floor, and she raised her arm to shoot the masked attacker. before she could, he swatted her arm aside, causing the bullet to lodge in the ceiling above them. her attacker wrestled the gun from her grip, and whipped her upside the head with it, causing her temple to split open. she fought back hard, but she felt the person grab the side of her head and slam it against the concrete wall, knocking her unconscious and sending her body to a crumpled heap on the floor next to strahm.

•

mitchell awoke though she couldn’t see anything, a blindfold over her eyes and her one arm shackled to the arm of the chair she sat in, and the other attached to something else. she dare not move. her head was spinning from hitting the wall, a trail of dried blood down the side of her face.

“strahm?” she spoke out loud, foolishly hoping he was in the same room as her. no response came.

she heard a door open, and she felt the blindfold get ripped off her eyes, and they stung as they adjusted to the light; she thought she must have a concussion. the masked assailant stood in the room in front of her, holding a tape recorder. the chair she was strapped to had a shotgun attached to it, her finger on the trigger and the barrel under her chin.

“where is agent strahm? let us go!” she yelled, but the figure said nothing, instead pressing the play button on the device and setting it on the table before walking out of the room, locking the door behind them.

“hello agent mitchell,” jigsaws voice greeted her, although it sounded slightly … different? “you’ll have to forgive my lack of preparation, as i was expecting agent strahm to come alone. but no matter, you will have a chance to play as well. agent strahm is being tested as we speak, but i will tell you this; he will fail.”

no… she thought, and tugged at her restraints again, her wrists and ankles securely strapped to the frame of the chair.

“but you have the option to save him, in exchange for your own life,” the tape went on. “pull the trigger, and he will be spared. would you give your own life, in exchange for a man who will never want you in the way you want him? simply let go of your life, and his will be spared. but know that he is running out of time. you have 60 seconds to decide.”

a timer lit up on the wall, and panic flashed through mitchell’s body. she didn’t want to die. there were too many things she hadn’t done with her life, things she wanted to see.

but then she thought about agent strahm - peter.

it was her job as an agent to protect her partner, and while they had not always seen eye to eye, it was her duty to keep him safe.

she would have been lying to herself if she had said that was the only reason, and it seemed that jigsaw - or whoever this accomplice was - had figured it out too. maybe even before she had. she had grown fond of agent strahm in the months she’d spent working with him, despite everything.

he had done everything he could to push her away, had rarely shown her basically human decency, nevermind kindness. when he had it was when no one else was looking, like it was a shameful to be friends with her.

she had already taken a life to protect him, and now she was faced with the choice - to take her own or to let him die. she didn’t have time to think about it much. she didn’t need to.

she couldn’t live with two lives on her conscience. not when she could have saved one of them.

hailey mitchell closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger on the gun.

*click*

she opened her eyes cautiously, and looked up at the clock on the wall. had she been too late?

2 seconds remained on the clock, not changing. was this some kind of sick joke? had the gun malfunctioned? had it even been loaded?

she dared not pull the trigger again to find out.

a circular beam of light streamed into the room; a peephole in the wall. someone had been watching.

“we had a deal! you promised! get me out of here!” she yelled, careful not to jostle the gun too much.

strahm.

was he alive?

if she was alive did that mean…

she heard multiple sets of footsteps outside the room she was in, and wondered if any of them were his.

“police, open up!” a voice called from the other side of the door - not the voice she wanted to hear.

“i can’t - the door is locked from the outside and i’m restrained,” she explained through the door.

“identify yourself!”

“special agent hailey mitchell, fbi.”

the door was kicked down, and multiple officers with guns entered the small room.

she was safe. she was alive. she had been prepared to die, and she felt like a part of her had.

but she was alive.

she just wondered if he was so lucky.

•

agent mitchell was in a state of shock as she sat in the back of the ambulance, getting checked over. she would get a full examination and properly checked for a concussion at the hospital, but for now her head was bandaged to stop the bleeding. the emotional damage was far worse than the splitting headache she had. maybe that was what jigsaw had wanted all along. maybe he was just trying to break her.

hoffman had survived - she had seen him talking to the other police officers. it seemed that officer rigg had not been so lucky, as she heard hoffman say that no one else had survived.

“we got a live one here!” a voice called, and mitchell looked up to see strahm being wheeled to another ambulance in a gurney. she wrapped the blue ambulance blanket tighter around her shoulders and got up a little too quickly, stumbling a bit as she walked over to meet the paramedics outside the emergency vehicle.

“is he alright?” she asked, and strahm gave her a halfhearted thumbs up. his hair and face were soaking wet like he’d been underwater, and there were bloody bandages on a wound on the front of his throat.

“are you riding with him?” one of the paramedics asked, and she nodded.

“yes, he’s my partner,” she explained, and she was helped into the back of the vehicle after him.

“hey,” she said softly to the older agent, who winced as he nodded in acknowledgment. she hesitated, but placed a hand on his forearm.

“we made it.”

•

after a few hours of tests and a much needed nap, mitchell awoke in her hospital bed, her head pounding slightly less than she expected thanks to the pain killers she’d been given.

where was agent strahm?

she cursed herself for her first thought being about him. she hadn’t realized she had become so attached to him until she was faced with losing him.

the police got her report on what had happened, a little confused by the tape they found in the room she had been held.

“the timer was stopped at 2 seconds. why?”

“because i pulled the trigger. the gun wasn’t loaded,” she explained.

“the gun we found in the room you were in was loaded, but only with one shell,” the officer told her, and a chill ran through her body.

“so i guess i got lucky then?” she said dryly. she’d been given a 50/50 chance to die.

after her questioning, she asked about strahm and perez, and was met with an answer she had been dreading.

“agent perez didn’t make it, i’m sorry,” the officer broke the news. “agent strahm is in her room now. you can go join him if you like.”

she thanked him and tied a hospital robe around herself, before making her way down the hallway until she found perez’s room number.

she knocked softly on the door, and strahm turned his head to look at the source of the noise.

“hey,” she whispered. “i’m sorry about perez.”

“yeah, me too,” he muttered. there was a bandage on the front of his neck, where mitchell heard he’d performed a tracheotomy on himself to survive his trap.

“how are you doing?”

“you don’t have to do this,” he shook his head and she walked closer to him.

“do what?”

“the whole ‘how are you?’ ‘i’m here for you’ thing. i’m fine-“

“she was your friend. you’re allowed to be upset about her death-“

“you think i’m not upset?” he rasped, and pain shot through his throat.

“that’s not what i meant. i’m sorry, just please don’t hurt yourself,” she urged him, and she was suprised that he didn’t argue.

“are you alright? what happened after i was drugged?” he asked her, and she took that as an invitation to sit in the chair next to his. she spared a glance at the empty hospital bed, blood soaking the pillow where perez had been.

“i got my head whacked against the wall and woke up in a trap,” she explained, pointing to the bandage on her head, the bruising slightly visible peeking out from the edges of it.

“how did you escape?” he asked.

“i got lucky,” she said, and he looked confused. “jigsaw - or whoever - didn’t expect me to be there-“

“sorry to interrupt,” hoffman greeted as he appeared in the doorway, and strahm sat up straighter, not realizing he had leaned towards mitchell as he listened to her. “i’m really sorry about agent perez.”

the air in the room changed completely, peter obviously not buying hoffmans whole hero story.

“she said your name you know,” strahm said bitterly. “last thing she said was ‘detective hoffman’. why’d she say that - why’d she say your name?” mitchell hadn’t realized that peter had been there when she died.

“i don’t know.”

“no? how did you walk out of that building?” strahm continued as hoffman stayed quiet.

“how did you?” the officer countered, and mitchell tensed in her chair. she had never been a huge fan of the detective, and if strahms suspicions were correct, it was highly likely that he was somehow involved with jigsaw.

“on a gurney with a fucking hole in my throat!” peter croaked, coughing slightly in discomfort after, and mitchell placed a hand on his shoulder before retracting it.

“what about her?” hoffman pointed to mitchell, and strahm glared at him.

“what about her?” he defended, and mitchell appreciated it. she wouldn’t have minded explaining everything to strahm, but she didn’t want to have to recount the story to hoffman.

“look at you - couple of scratches and a story about how your arm straps broke. jigsaw doesn’t make mistakes.”

“if this you theorizing again? cause jigsaws dead,” hoffman replied.

“i’m not talking about him i’m talking about you and your whole crooked department.”

“my departments gone, they’re all dead. there’s no one left.”

“besides you,” mitchell pointed out, and strahm looked at her like he was about to say the same thing.

“i’ve been chasing jigsaw from the beginning. and i got him. so unless you’ve got something else to say, back the fuck off,” hoffman spoke. “read the papers; i saved that little girl,” he said, in reference to the young girl he had rescued from the building. with that he left the room, and strahm let out a heavy sigh, which obviously caused him some discomfort.

“what an asshole,” mitchell mumbled, more to herself than anything, but strahm smiled slightly nonetheless. she realized how handsome he looked when he wasn’t scowling.

“we agree on one thing,” he joked, and she smiled back at him.

they were interrupted by their supervisor special agent erickson entering the room.

“i’m sorry about agent perez,” he greeted, and you figured it would be something both you and strahm would be hearing a lot for the next little while. “shouldn’t you be resting?” he asked peter. “both of you,” he added.

“i’m fine erickson,” strahm said, but a cough betrayed him.

“no you’re not, peter. that’s why i put you on medical leave. mitchell, you too.”

“sir-“ she began to argue.

“i was supposed to die in that trap,” strahm said.

“you two never should have been there without backup. who’s idea was that?” erickson asked, and strahm looked at the floor, answering his question. “did you drag her with you?” he gestured to mitchell.

“no sir,” she replied. “i wouldn’t let him go alone.”

“while i have to say i am happy to see you two finally working together, this isn’t what i had in mind.”

“i wanna talk to jill tuck, one last time,” strahm said, walking closer to erickson.

“you’re no longer handling the case, peter,” erickson said, handing him a folded piece of paper. “that goes for you too, hailey.”

“what?” strahm asked.

“read it,” erickson instructed. “over a dozen dead bodies were discovered at the scene - two of which were cops.”

“jigsaws dead - how many lives did i inevitably save?” strahm rasped.

“by endangering yourself, and others. including mitchell. i told you to look out for her, not put her in danger,” erickson argued, and strahm glanced over at her, their eyes meeting for a second. she felt guilty. “you’re both off the case.”

“on who’s orders?” strahm asked.

“mine,” erickson said with finality, letting both the agents know that it was not up for discussion. “i’m sorry peter, it’s over,” he said, before exiting the room after one final glance at agent mitchel, who sat with her hands folded in her lap.

“i’m sorry,” she mumbled, and peter walked over slowly and resumed sitting next to her.

“i’m not giving up that easily,” he grumbled. “not now.”

“strahm-“

“help me,” he said, his hand resting on her shoulder.

“okay,” she nodded, her eyes staring up into his. “but we work together.”

“deal,” he sighed. “i’ll see if i can grab some files from the office and meet you later.”

“i have a few files at my apartment - we could meet there?” she suggested, and he gave her a confused look. “i was doing some homework,” she admitted. the jigsaw case had taken over her life almost as much as it had taken over his.

“text me the address. i’ll call you when i’m on my way,” he instructed, and she nodded.

“we’ll find this guy, peter,” she assured him.

“i know we will.”

•

the two agents were nearly an hour into sorting through what little files they had at mitchell’s apartment, sat next to eachother on the couch with papers spread across the coffee table, when strahm thought of something.

“you never did tell me how you got out of that building?”

“like i said, i kind of got lucky. i don’t think jigsaw - whoever - thought i would be there so he didn’t have a trap ready. i don’t know honestly,” she explained, and strahm could tell it was difficult for her to relive it all so soon.

“hey, you’re okay,” he placed a hand on her knee comfortingly.

“i woke up strapped to a chair with a shotgun under my chin and my finger on the trigger. the tape said i could either let you die or give my life to save yours,” she was zoned out, staring at the table in front of her.

“hailey-“

“i thought you were dead,” she admitted. “i pulled the trigger but nothing happened; it was just a trick i guess. i thought i let you die- i thought i lost you,” her eyes became wet with tears, and she cursed herself for getting emotional in front of him.

“you were ready to die for me?” he asked.

“you’re my partner. it’s my job to protect you.”

“hailey-“ he said her name again, and she finally looked up at him. “thank you,” he said, and without thinking he wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“peter-“

“come here,” he whispered, and pulled her into his lap, their foreheads pressed against each others.

“i thought you hated me?” she said softly, his large hands sliding up her hips as she straddled his lap.

“it was easier to pretend that i did. but i can’t anymore. not after everything.”

mitchell leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“fuck hailey-“

“we’re not officially partners anymore,” she pointed out, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. he connected their lips again, savouring the taste of her lip gloss that lingered on her mouth. her fingers traced through his hair, and he leaned back against the back of the couch, holding her close.

“use your words,” he groaned as she rocked her hips against his. “tell me what you want.”

“i need you,” she replied, and he kissed her deeply, picking her up in his arms and following her directions to her bedroom.

•

hailey’s eyes adjusted to the light, poking through the curtains in delicate beams of sunlight. arms tightened around her waist, and she hummed as strahm peppered soft kisses across her bare shoulder, and she snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“good morning,” he whispered, his voice deeper from sleep and his injured throat.

“good morning,” she kissed the underside of jaw gently, her eyes still barely open. for someone so tough on the outside, he had been so gentle with her, cherishing every touch she gave him. there was a subtle but not unwelcome ache between her thighs when she adjusted her position, their legs tangling together beneath the sheets.

“how did you sleep?” he asked.

“better than i have in a long time. you?”

“me too,” he kissed her lips softly, and she smiled. “i haven’t slept in this late in years.”

mitchell glanced over at the clock, which read 8:30am.

“you call this sleeping in late?” she laughed, and he smiled; a genuine smile. it looked good on him. he tried to sneak out of her grip, but she didn’t let him, and he sighed, though there was an amused look on his face.

“hails,” he sighed, and her heart skipped a beat; he had given her a nickname. “we have work to do.”

“five minutes,” was all she asked for, and he couldn’t bring himself to say no to her.

•

days of following hoffmans trail were leading the two agents closer and closer to cracking the case, but it felt like they were always one step behind him. it seemed as though hoffman had been helping jigsaw for longer than strahm had originally thought, as the uncovered more and more evidence that pointed to his involvement, all the while hoffman was setting pieces in place to frame strahm as the accomplice.

“peter-“

“just stay close,” he instructed as he and agent mitchell walked through another abandoned building. they reached a room with a glass coffin in the center, and a tape recorder sat inside atop shards of broken glass.

“strahm be careful,” mitchell urged as he reached toward it, grabbing the device from inside and pressing play. this time it was clearly hoffman’s voice on the recording - no voice modulation.

“hello agent strahm. if you are hearing this then you have once again found what you’ve been looking for - or so you think. your dedication is to be commended. but i ask you: have you learned anything on your journey of discovery? as the old saying goes, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.

the situation you find yourself in is one of trust. so i ask you agent strahm, have you learned to trust me? the only way to survive this room, is by entering the glass box before you. pain will be incurred, but you have a chance of survival.”

“get out of here, mitchell,” strahm said after the tape had finished.

“absolutely not-“

“hailey don’t make me ask you again. this is between me and him - i see that now,” he put his hands on her shoulder, his eyes pleading with her to for once just listen to him.

“i’m not leaving without you,” she argued, and her fingers gripped the front of his leather jacket. “don’t push me away; not now,” she begged.

“i need to know that you’re safe-“

“what about you? huh?” she pressured, her doe eyes wide as she stared up at him desperately. “i won’t lose you.”

he kissed her long and hard, pulling back to rest his forehead against hers.

“please hails,” he begged her, and she shook her head.

“i can’t.”

“this is very touching, albeit a bit unexpected, but it does put a wrench in the plan so unfortunately i’ll have to ask that we cut this moment short.” hoffman spoke as he entered the room slowly. strahm immediately tucked mitchell behind him, and drew his gun on hoffman. a fight broke out between the two men, and mitchell was kicked hard against the wall as she tried to help strahm.

enraged, peter wrestled hoffman into the coffin and slammed the door, the man trapped inside pounding to get out.

strahm picked up the tape recorder off the ground, his finger pressing the play button again as he did, and the message from before continued.

“however, if you decide not to, you will never be heard from again. your body will never be found. you will simply vanish. i ask you, have you learned enough to trust me? heed my warning, for if you do not, this room will forever be your tomb. and my legacy will become yours.

make your choice.”

strahm and mitchell looked over to see hoffman looking far too pleased for someone who was supposed to be trapped, and the two agents looked at eachother in a panic as the door to the room slammed shut.

“strahm…” she said nervously as he helped her up off the floor, her head pounding from where it struck the wall.

“are you alright?” he asked, and she nodded. she took a step and heard a splashing sound beneath her feet.

the room was beginning to fill with water.

“tell me how to stop it you son of a bitch! i know who you are! i know!” strahm pounded on the door to the coffin, but hoffman just stared back with a shit eating grin.

“peter what do we do?” she asked, the older agent also realizing the predicament they were in, hoffman grinning at them all the while as his coffin sank safely into the ground.

“don’t panic, okay. i’m not gonna let anything happen to you. just breathe okay? we need to work together if we want to get out of here,” he managed to calm her down, and she nodded. he was right. there was a few inches of water on the ground now, and despite using both of their strength, the door wouldn’t budge. mitchell grabbed the tape recorder off the floor before it got too wet and then managed to send a text with their location to headquarters so maybe someone would at least find their bodies. it wasn’t long before she needed to use both arms to keep herself afloat in the rising water.

“up there,” strahm pointed to a grate in the ceiling, and mitchell nodded. “once the water gets high enough, i’ll hold you up while you kick out the grate.”

“what if that doesn’t work?” she asked, and strahm didn’t reply. “right, she took a deep breath. soon the water would be over their heads. they were running out of time. strahms hands lifted her above him by her waist, and she kicked at the rusted grate with all her strength. it moved slightly with each kick, but the water was over their heads now and she knew strahm wouldn’t be able to hold her up much longer.

thankfully with a few more desperate kicks, it broke free, and mitchell was able to use the last of her air to pull herself up through the gap. she choked out some water and reached out a hand to pull strahm up after her, and his body collapsed on top of hers as they both caught their breath.

they’d made it.

jigsaw had once again made the same mistake; thinking that mitchell would let strahm go after him alone.

“i really wish people would stop trying to drown me,” strahm said, and mitchell choked out a laugh.

“that makes two of us.”

“put your hands in the air!” a familiar voice called as erickson came across the two agents, who feebly complied.

“erickson? what are you doing here?” strahm asked, coughing out some water as he sat up with a groan.

“i could ask you two the same thing. i thought i made it clear you were off this case.”

“what if we told you we know who the accomplice is?” mitchell breathed heavily.

“what if i told you that there’s a whole lot of evidence in that room down there that tells me it’s you, peter?”

“that’s not possible,” mitchell defended. “plus we have this,” she pulled the tape recorder from her pocket.

“what is that?” erickson asked, lowering the gun slightly as he walked over to the two agents.

“proof that detective hoffman is the jigsaw accomplice we’ve been looking for. and there’s more evidence at my apartment, if you let us show you.”

“you better hope that tape still works,” erickson said, gesturing for the two agents to come with him.

strahm helped hailey up off the floor, and they stared at each other for a second before she threw her arms around his neck in a crushing hug. his arms circled her body and held her tight, and he kissed the side of her head, her hair wet and dripping water onto the floor. they separated, erickson looking at them strangely as they followed after him, but he didn’t ask.

“wait, hoffman is still here somewhere,” mitchell pointed out.

“we’ll worry about him later. if what you say is true, he won’t lay low for long. if he knows you have evidence against him i’m sure he’ll crawl out of the woodwork soon,” erickson replied. “right now i need to get you two somewhere safe.”

“sounds good to me,” strahm said, his hand reaching for mitchell’s once erickson wasn’t looking. hailey smiled up at him, and he returned it.

they had done it.

everything would be okay.

as long as they were together.

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just tonight - luke danes

luke danes x reader

summary: lorelai’s engagement party brings out some feelings for both you and luke

warnings: drinking, a bit of angst, suggestive content

word count: 1.8k

there must have been a thousand pink and purple flowers decorating the town square, weaved intricately around the gazebo as the twinkling light and stars lit up the night sky. it was lorelai and max’s engagement party, and so far it seemed to be a huge success, everyone in town was here enjoying the food and the music.

well, almost everyone.

as you walked around the party, you couldn’t help but notice that luke was absent. you glanced across the street and saw lights inside the small restaurant, and before you could stop yourself you felt you feet walking in that direction. you and luke were friends, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel something more for the man. a lot more. however it was unfortunately obvious to everyone except luke and lorelai that they had a thing for eachother. although, she was marrying someone else, so maybe it was just luke.

“hey,” you greeted as you walked through the door, and he looked up at the sound of the bell ringing.

“hey, i thought i flipped the closed sign around.”

“you did,” you smiled, sitting down across from him as he refilled ketchup bottles. “i came in anyway.”

“awesome, remind me to lock the door next time”, he teased, and you smiled.

“it’s quite the party out there. i thought i’d take a break - get away from all the lovey dovey stuff for a minute.”

“understandable,” he groaned. you knew he was happy for lorelai, but as much as it wasn’t your thing, a party that big really wasn’t luke’s scene.

“mind if i keep you company for a bit?”

“would you leave if i said i did?”

“probably not,” you replied, and he smiled, shaking his head.

“i’ll make coffee.”

“actually, since it’s after business hours, do you have any beer?” you asked, and he nodded, disappearing the the kitchen and returning with two glass bottles, placing one on the counter in front of you and keeping the other for himself.

“they look really happy,” you sighed happily, staring out the window.

“that’s good,” luke replied.

“are you okay?” you asked.

“fine,” he mumbled, wiping the counter with a towel, avoiding eye contact.

“are you sure?”

“yes, why wouldn’t i be?” he asked.

“because your best friend, who many people believe you have a thing for-“

“i do not have a thing for her,” he interrupted.

“i didn’t say you did, i said many people believe-“

“like who?” he threw the towel over his shoulder and crossed his arms, finally looking up at you. your eyes met and you gave him a sympathetic look.

“lots of people, luke,” you said softly.

“like you?” he asked, and you shrugged.

“maybe-“

“look we’re just friends! that’s it!” he insisted.

“okay! i believe you!” you raised your hands in defeat.

“good. can we talk about something else?”

“sure,” you nodded, but your mind was blank of anything to talk about as you watched him take a sip from his beer.

•

an hour went by, as did a few more beers each, and you and luke sat at the counter next to eachother, talking about whatever. you found it so easy to talk to luke about little things like what you did that day, how things were going at the diner, but when it came to talking about your feelings, you were about as good at it as he was.

“so i guess you’re gonna ask me to go out and enjoy the festivities?” luke asked, and you shook your head.

“i wasn’t, actually,” you disagreed, giggling happily as he shot you a glance that told you he didn’t believe you for a second.

“why not? isn’t that why you came in here?” he said, finishing up with the ketchup bottles and walking around to put them back on each table.

“maybe i just want to hang out with you,” you said honestly, and he nearly knocked over one of the ketchup bottles.

“what? why would you want to do that?”

“because i-“

the alcohol had weakened the walls you’d built around yourself, and you nearly confessed how you felt right then and there. you weren’t sure if you would have regretted it, but it didn’t matter.

before you could answer, the bell above the door sounded, and you both looked over to see the woman of the hour walk in.

“hey,” lorelai greeted, and you gave her a smile. she really did look beautiful in her dress. she looked happy.

“hey,” luke replied. “why aren’t you at your party?” he asked as she walked up the the counter.

“aww that’s funny, i was about to ask you the same thing,” she replied, and luke glanced over at you.

“i’ll see you later?” you asked him, and he nodded, his eyes going back to lorelai rather quickly, and your heart felt a little stab.

•

“is this seat taken?” a voice made you jump in your seat, and luke smiled down at you.

“no, all yours,” you smiled, scooting over on the bench where you’d been watching the party.

“thanks,” he sighed, his leg brushing against yours softly as he sat down.

“so lorelai managed to convince you to join the fun, huh?” you teased.

“maybe i just decided i wanted to come out here,” he argued playfully.

“please, luke,” you rolled your eyes. “you would stand in traffic if she asked you to,” you said without meaning to, and the look on his face told you that you’d gone too far.

“what does that mean?” he asked, stiffening in his seat.

“i’m sorry, but come on luke!” you pleaded. “you don’t have to lie to me, i’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“and how is that?” he demanded, and you felt your emotions bubbling over like a pot someone had forgotten on the stove.

“the same way i look at you,” you said without meaning too, and your heart pounded so hard you thought it was going to jump out of your chest and fall at your feet.

“you’re drunk,” he dismissed, staring at you in disbelief.

“no, luke,” you sighed. “well, a little - but that’s not the point. is it so hard to believe that someone might like you?” you asked.

“yes.”

“why?”

“i don’t know- i’m… me,” he said, his face scrunching up, and you giggled softly. “okay, yeah - you’re drunk. let’s get you home.”

“luke, wait,” you protested as he stood up and grabbed your hand, dragging you off the bench.

“come on,” he insisted, but you planted your feet, slowing him down until he stopped and turned towards you.

“please, luke.”

“what?” he sighed, and you grabbed his other hand so you were now holding both of them.

“i mean it,” you looked up at him, his eyes looking down into yours. “i like you, a lot.”

“remind me never to give you alcohol again-“ he joked.

“i’m serious, luke. you’re not listening to me.”

“what do you want me to say?” he asked softly.

“i don’t… i don’t know,” you admitted, your head starting to feel funny from the alcohol, or maybe from being so close to him, you weren’t sure.

“let me take you home,” he whispered, and you nodded, letting him drop your one hand to lead you down the sidewalk towards your house.

neither of you noticed the eyes on you from back at the square, lorelai smiling at the two of you as she dance with max.

•

“here you are, your highness,” like teased, as he escorted you through your house and to your bedroom door.

“thank you, my knight in flannel armour,” you giggled. “hey, i’m sorry about…“

“about what?” he interrupted, leaning against the doorframe.

“getting all… emotional. i know you hate that.”

“i do,” he said, but he smiled. “but i forgive you.”

“thank you,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. luke’s body stiffened for a second, but then he relaxed, wrapping his arms around you in return. “luke?”

“yeah?” he whispered, and you pulled back to look at him, his arms around your body still holding you close.

“would you kiss me?” you asked, and he was silent for a second.

“are you asking me if i would, or are you asking me to?”

“i’m asking you to,” you decided, and he did. he leaned forward and his lips met yours in a soft kiss, which quickly turned messy. his hands moved to your waist, and your fingers gripped the front of his shirt tightly as your teeth grazed his bottom lip.

luke’s hand held the side of your face as your hands made their way to his belt, but he stopped you.

“wait,” he muttered softly, and you stared up at him.

“you don’t …want to..?” you mumbled.

“it’s not that,“ he said, but didn’t elaborate.

“do you love her?”

“who?”

“lorelai,” you asked in a tone that implied it was obvious.

“no,” he said unconvincingly, and you raised an eyebrow. “i don’t know. we’ve always just been friends and now she’s getting married to someone else. geez you know i don’t do the whole feelings thing and you’ve had me talking about it all night,” he said with a short laugh. “it doesn’t matter.”

“it does matter.”

“not really. can we go back to talking about this?” he gestured between the two of you, hands still holding eachother close.

“okay. so you don’t want to sleep with me?” you asked nervously.

“it’s not that i don’t want to,” he sighed. “ask me when you haven’t been drinking, okay? and give me a little time to figure…” he pointed to his heart. “this thing out.” he asked, and while you were still a little disappointed, you knew you would appreciate it in the morning.

“okay,” you agreed. “thank you, luke.”

“for what?” he smiled.

“for always looking out for me,” you smiled back, and he kissed your forehead softly.

“don’t mention it. seriously any more sappy stuff tonight and i’ll lose my mind,” he said, and you laughed. “alright, let’s get you to bed.”

as if on cue, you yawned, and he pushed you towards the bed, pulling back the blanket so you could lay down, before tucking you in.

“luke?” you said, grabbing his wrist before he could walk away.

“yeah?” he asked.

“stay?” you pleaded.

he sighed softly, but kicked his boots off, muttering a soft ‘okay’ under his breath before he got into bed next to you.

“but no funny business,” he ordered, and you smiled, curling into his side.

“promise,” you agreed, before leaning over and kissing his cheek quickly. “thank you, luke,” you mumbled sleepily, resting your head on his chest. his arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you drifted off to sleep.

“anything for you.”

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hello! i’ve updated my john kramer masterlist to be a saw series masterlist instead now that i’ve written for a few other characters <3

saw series

masterlist

nsfw / smut = ***

❤️ john kramer

🩵 adam stanheight

💚 peter strahm

headcanons

cuddling

fluff headcanons

s/o that likes puzzles

falling asleep on him

s/o who cooks for him

general headcanons

oneshots / drabbles

time *spoilers for saw x!!!

tonight

overtime

series

different pt.1

together (different pt2) coming soon!

other

MTL likely to care for their s/o who’s sick

best to worst cuddler

🌻 scott patterson (strahms actor) misc from my other blog

colour me blue (luke danes - gilmore girls)

#saw #saw movies #john kramer #adam stanheight #peter strahm

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new side blog hard launch

colour me blue - luke danes

luke danes x fem!reader

warnings: drinking, age gap maybe (no ages given but luke is around 35 in season 1)

summary: you help luke paint the diner after he gets stood up

word count: 1.9k

you were in a particularly good mood this evening as you walked through town, even with the chill in the air nipping at you through your jacket. you had the day off work since luke, your boss, had closed the diner to do some work inside. despite his gruff exterior, you and luke had been friends for almost as long as you’d lived in stars hollow. you moved to the small town a year ago after a bad breakup and it took some time, but you had become quite close with luke. when you needed a job, he offered to let you help out at the diner for a few hours a week, and after a while he just got used to having you around.

as you approached the diner on your way through town, you were surprised to see luke standing outside the door, looking just about as cold as you were; or worse.

“luke?” you asked as you walked up to him.

“hey,” he replied, his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans, and a vest overtop of one of his many flannel shirts.

“what are you doing out here? shouldn’t you be painting?” you asked, peering inside at the cans of paint he’d brought in earlier.

“uh, yeah just - getting some fresh air, you know…. the fumes and all,” he gestured to the air in front of his face, and you gave him a look.

“luke, you haven’t started - all the paint is exactly where it was this morning and all the walls are the same colour,” you pointed out, not sure why he was being dishonest.

“i started!” he argued. “i took everything off the walls.”

“you did that earlier,” you reminded him.

“i didn’t say when i started,” he shrugged, looking at his shoes.

“luke, what’s going on? i thought you said lorelai was coming to help you paint tonight.”

“she is. was. she’s uh… not feeling good.”

“luke, you don’t have to lie to me. i thought you guys had a date?,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“she ditched me, there, happy?” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “and it wasn’t a date,” he insisted.

“no, i wouldn’t say happy,” you replied. something big must have come up for lorelai to stand him up. they were best friends, and you were pretty convinced they might be into eachother. you could see why she’d like him; despite the grumpy personality. he was tall, handsome, and kind. you’d kill to have someone look at you they way he looked at her. “come on, let’s go inside, it’s cold.”

“nah, just go home. it’s okay,” he tried to brush it off, but i was obvious that he was hurt by her not showing up. you couldn’t imagine standing up a guy like him, whether it had been a date or not.

“luke come on. hey, i’ll help you paint,” you offered, pushing his tall frame towards the door.

“no, you don’t want to -“

“i do, now come on, before i lose my toes please?” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. he caved instantly; everytime.

“alright fine, let’s go,” he put his hand on your lower back, ushering you inside and away from the frigid air.

•

“okay, now i think the fumes are actually getting to me, let’s take a break,” luke suggested, pinching the bridge of his nose. it had been about two hours of painting, and you were indeed ready to rest for a minute or two.

“my arms are tired,” you sighed, and sat down on the floor, your back against the front of the bar counter; all the chairs had been stacked to make room for painting. luke took a seat on the floor next to you, and you bumped his shoulder with yours.

“what?” he asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing.

“it’s gonna look really nice when it’s done luke.”

“you think so?” he asked, and you nodded, turning your head to face him.

“if you want i can help you put all the stuff back on the walls after.”

“you’ve done enough to help me, you don’t have to-“

“luke, i know i don’t have to. i want to,” you assured him, and he smiled. “why are too looking at me like that?”

“you have-“ he reached his hand towards you, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone softly. “-paint on you face.”

“really? well-“ you reached over to the paint tray on the floor near you and swiped your finger through the green paint, before wiping it on luke’s nose. “now so do you,” you smiled.

luke shook his head, but a soft grin remained plastered on his face, his gaze soft as he looked at you.

forget the way he looked at lorelai, the way he looked at you sure was something special; not that you’d noticed.

“you’re in for it now,” he reached for his paintbrush on the table, giving you time to stand up to attempt and escape, but he was faster than you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“luke, wait i’m sorry!” you laughed, but it was too late. he swiped the paintbrush across the front of your t shirt; it was one of his his he’d given you to wear so you didn’t get paint on your clothes, coincidentally.

“okay, now we’re even,” he smiled. “told ya you shouldn’t wear that nice shirt of yours. it’s your favourite i would hate for something to happen to it.”

“how did you know it’s my favourite?” you asked, and he flushed slightly, a panicked look crossing his face.

“i don’t know, you wear it a lot and it looks nice on you, so i figured it must be your favourite.”

“it looks nice on me?” you teased, and his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.

“yeah - nice.”

“thanks,” you said genuinely. it was your favourite shirt, you just hadn’t expected him to know that.

“you’re welcome,” he replied.

“here, hang on,” you giggled softly, and his eyes watched you as you weaved through the plastic sheets and furniture until you were behind the counter. you rummaged around until you found a paper towel and gestured for luke to lean over the countertop.

“what are you-“ he asked, as you grabbed his chin in her hand, before wiping the paint on his nose. “thanks,” he mumbled, missing your touch on his face as soon as it was gone.

“we better get back to work. we’ll be here forever at this rate,” you sighed.

“yeah,” he said softly. “hey careful,” he said in a worried tone as you stood on a chair to reach the top of the wall. his large hands landed on your hips, holding you steady, and you realized you liked his hands being there.

“thanks,” you breathed, the chair leg wobbling slightly under you.

“yeah well, if you fall and break your neck it’ll be an insurance nightmare-“

“luke?”

“what?”

“thanks,” you repeated, and he stopped rambling. “help me down?” you asked, and he held you steady as you stepped down onto the floor. when both feet were firmly planted on solid ground, you expected him to let go, but his fingertips lingered on your waist.

“you can let go now,” you smiled, but he didn’t, he took a step closer to you instead, leaving only a few inches between your bodies. “luke..”

“thank you, for… helping me,” he said softly, like he found it difficult to say the words.

“you’re welcome,” you smiled. “besides, you never know, maybe it was all just an elaborate plan to get you to hang out with me,” you teased.

“you could’ve asked,” he replied.

“asked what?”

“asked me to hang out with you. if that’s what you wanted.”

“yeah?” you asked nervously, reaching up to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt.

“yeah,” he said, barely above a whisper as he stared down at you with that look in his eyes again. a look that said i’m crazy about you.

“what would you have said?” you asked, and he smiled.

“you know i can’t say no to you,” luke replied.

“are you sure? because i swear you’ve-“ he interrupted you with a soft kiss, his lips brushing against yours gently before he pulled back. there was a brief silence after, both of you just looking at eachother.

“you should do that again,” you whispered, and he did, deeper this time as he held you close, his arms around your back as you held the front of his shirt. you separated again, and luke rested his forehead on yours, a smile on both of your faces.

“we really should get back to painting…”

“you’re probably right,” he agreed, letting you go reluctantly. “you know when i’ve thought about asking you on a date, painting this place was not what i had in mind.”

“you’ve thought about asking me on a date?” you asked, your cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so much.

“every damn day.”

•

the two of you painted for nearly three more hours before you realized the time, and luke insisted you call it a night.

“alright, i think i’ll actually go crazy if i smell paint for another minute. do you want a drink?” he asked, and you nodded, throwing in the metaphorical towel as well.

luke returned with two beers, popping the cap of one before handing it to you and then opening his.

“thanks,” you tapped the bottle against his with a clink, and he smiled. you walked outside to sit on the front step, and luke noticed you shivering almost immediately.

“come here,” he mumbled, putting his arm out for you to lean into his side. you rested your head on his shoulder, warmer already with his body against yours.

“thanks. i had a lot of fun tonight.”

“yeah? well we’ve probably got a few more days of painting left if you want to come back tomorrow…” he offered. “only if you want to though.”

“i’d like that,” you smiled. “what about lorelai? i thought she wanted to help?” you asked, still not sure exactly how the other woman felt about him.

“what about her?” he asked innocently. “it doesn’t seem like it was all that important to her considering she never showed up.”

“luke…” you could tell he was still a bit upset about her ditching their plans.

“i’m sure something important came up or she would’ve came,” he said genuinely.

“yeah you’re right. and you two are…”

“just friends,” he finished your sentence, a slight smile on his face.

“okay. i believe you,” you said, and you did. luke kissed the side of your head reassuringly, and you leaned closer to him.

“so i’ll see you here at seven am then? bright and early so we can get more work done?” he said, and for a second you thought he was serious. the smile on his face told you otherwise.

“can we push it to nine? my boss works me like a dog so i never get to sleep in-“ you teased him.

“hey,” he warned playfully. “it’s weird to think of me as your boss if we’re…. well,” he trailed off.

“you don’t have to be my boss - we could just work together but you’re in charge?” you suggested teasingly.

“so like a boss?”

“yeah,” you smiled, kissing his lips softly. “so nine am?” you asked, and he smiled, his eyes admiring your face again.

“it’s a date.”

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traitor - dr. gregory house

dr.house x younger!fem!doctor! oc

summary: after they find out her deepest secret, isla realizes she trusted the wrong person not to tell anyone

PLEASE READ warnings: self harm (happens before the fic, but it a big part of the plot. not graphically described), angst, depression, language, age gap (46&30), mention of drinking

if you are struggling please talk to someone. my messages are always open <3

word count: 2.3k

doctor isla connor nearly jumped out of her own skin as she stepped out of the shower, only to be greeted by the door swinging open to reveal two unexpected guests. she had thought she’d imagined the knock at the door, but just to make sure she knew she hadn’t, the evidence stood right in front of her eyes; two of her colleagues staring back at her as she gripped her fluffy white towel in front of her body.

“house! what the hell are you doing in my bathroom?” she asked. “chase did you let him in here?” she asked the blond man who stood in the hallway; he at least had the decency to turn around.

“emergency meeting at work,” house said, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about the situation.

“and you didn’t think to call me?”

“you didn’t answer,” he pouted, somehow turning the blame onto the started woman like he hadn’t been the one to break into her apartment.

“it’s my day off,” she argued, her body beginning to miss the warmth of the hot shower as the now cold water dripped off her blonde hair and onto her shoulders and back.

“we really need everyone there,” chase sighed, still turned around. chase had been her best friend for nearly 20 years; she didn’t really care if he saw her in nothing but a towel. dr.house, however, was welcome to stop looking at her like…that, anytime now; any longer and she might have found herself getting the wrong idea from his wandering gaze. worse, she might have liked it.

that is, until his eyes lingered a little too long on the side of her thigh, and her heart might’ve stopped, but she’d rather not have either of them have to perform cpr to her on the bathroom floor. isla shifted her towel slightly to cover the thin red lines on the side of her thigh; the result of a drunken night of self pity and a relapse into a nearly forgotten bad habit.

“do you have a cat?” house asked, and her wide eyes pleaded with him desperately to for once just shut up and not say anything stupid.

“no the apartment doesn’t allow pets,” chase answered for her, and finally turned around, sending the girl a concerned look. “why do you ask?” he added.

“you know having a bad leg and all is my thing. i’m flattered, but you’re gonna have to get your own.”

“isles what’s he talking a-“ chases eyes noticed the the way you were hiding your leg, his sentence trailing off as he sighed in realization. “i thought you stopped doing that in college-“

“why are you still in my bathroom? both of you get out - now.” she used her hand that wasn’t holding the towel to push house out the door, slamming it in his face.

“meetings in half an hour!” his voice called through the door, and she whacked her closed fist against it with a loud thud. she ran her hands over her face, her hair dripping and forming a puddle on the floor at her feet.

“isla, i’m sorry-“ chases voice came softly through the door.

“just go. i’ll meet you at the hospital.”

“isla-“

“go, chase,” she said more firmly, and she heard his footsteps descend the stairs, followed by the sound of the front door.

•

whatever the emergency meeting was about, isla paid no attention as she sat in the room, tapping her foot nervously. she had told herself she would just pretend it hadn’t happened - like they hadn’t found out, but chase kept sending her apologetic looks from across the room, which made it difficult. house was looking at her too, but it wasn’t a look of pity (which she was grateful of) - it was something else; something she couldn’t put her finger on.

isla had always admired dr.house; unorthodox methods, abrasive personality and all. there was something about him that she found charming, and he was a brilliant doctor. gregory house found himself rather fond of isla (as much as he was capable of being fond of someone). she didn’t shrivel at his brash words of sarcastic humour, and on more than one occasion, she had actually made him laugh. at the very least, she didn’t annoy him as much as most people did. after years of working together, perhaps they were too fond of eachother, they just couldn’t admit it.

“connor?” cameron placed a hand on her shoulder, and isla looked around; the meeting had ended. “are you alright?”

“fine. thanks cameron,” she replied, grabbing her bag and rushing out the door.

her feet carried her to the door of houses office, and she saw him at his desk with his feet up and the phone to his ear. shutting the door behind her, she walked over and pressed the button on the phone, hanging up the call.

“what if that was my mother?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“you wouldn’t have answered,” she snapped. “we need to talk.”

“we are talking.”

“we need to talk about what happened earlier,” she clarified.

“what’s there to talk about? your self destructive tendencies are hardly any of my business.”

“you’re right - it’s not. and it’s no one else’s either. promise me you’ll keep this between us?” isla pleaded.

“sure,” he said, to dismissively for her liking.

“house,” she warned, stepping closer to his chair, the younger doctor taller than him only because he was seated. “if you tell anyone about this, i will never speak to you again. i mean it.”

“promise?” he looked up at her. his phone rang again, and he answered it, signalling to isla that the conversation was over, and she sighed, shaking her head before leaving his office, her visit not going unnoticed by doctor chase as she walked down the hall in the other direction.

•

the next evening, the team was in the briefing room listening to house list symptoms and possible diagnosis for the latest patient, when isla stormed into the room.

“doctor connor, nice of you to join us-“ he greeted sarcastically, but was cut off when the blonde slapped him across the face.

“you are such an asshole!” she yelled, and cameron and foreman looked incredibly confused. “i trusted you! obviously that was a mistake,” isla spat.

“a mistake is using salt instead of sugar, trusting me is more of a lapse in judgement-“

“why are you doing this? did i not make it perfectly clear, that if you told anyone i would never forgive you?”

“yes you made that pretty clear,” he replied.

“so why was i just bombarded in my office by human resources? it was one time- and as you agreed, it’s none of your business,” isla retorted, her heart pounding against her ribcage. a look crossed houses face, and again, isla couldn’t place exactly what emotion it was. “you know my expectations were really low, but you still managed to surprise me with just how little you care about anyone but yourself.”

“what is going on?” cameron asked, but her question went ignored.

chase went to speak but house shot him a glare, and the blond man shriveled away, before house turned back to face isla.

“i can live with that. you think i’m gonna lose sleep because someone doesn’t forgive me?”

she stared up at him, her eyes growing damp with tears, which only made her more frustrated, though house looked almost guilty for just a second. he waited for her to reply with something sarcastic, even yell at him some more, but she didn’t.

“okay,” was all she said, so softly he almost didn’t hear her. she wrapped her arms around her self and nodded, like she was coming to terms with whatever had happened, before she turned to leave the room.

“isles, wait.”

“chase, dont,” house warned.

“he didn’t tell anyone. i did.”

islas body tensed visibly, before she turned slowly towards her best friend.

“what?” she asked, her voice trembling as she cowered away from him.

“house didn’t say anything. i did.” he repeated, stepping closer.

“get away from me.”

“isla, i’m only looking out for you,” chase said, reaching for her hand, but she pulled it away.

“i said get away from me, chase,” she repeated louder. “i can’t even look at you right now.”

“i’m sorry,” he pleaded.

“yeah. okay,” she said softly, and turned and left the room.

•

doctor connor stood in her office, eyelashes sticky from tears as she gathered some of her personal belongings in a box.

a knock at the door drew her attention, but she didn’t look over. she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.

“go away chase.”

she looked up at the sound of the door opening and footsteps approaching, her eyes landing on house as he slumped down into one of the chairs in the office.

“whatever i did that gave you the impression i was chase, tell me so i can change it immediately-“

“okay, fine. go away house,” she rolled her eyes.

“going somewhere?” he asked, pointing to the box on her desk.

“for a little while, yeah,” she nodded. “the hospital is putting me on stress leave for a week.”

“good,” he replied, and isla looked at him quizzically. “maybe by the time you’re back i won’t have to worry about you ripping chases head off if you’re in the same room as him.”

“you think he doesn’t deserve it?” she asked angrily, crossing her arms over her chest as he put his feet on her desk.

“i think he had good intentions,” he said, and it was the most genuine she had heard him sound in a while.

“why did you let me believe it was you?” she asked timidly, and house stood up from the chair, face to face with her now.

“because you already thought it was me, so i figured since you already hated me-“

“i don’t hate you. i don’t hate chase either,” she sighed. “i couldn’t hate either of you.”

“there’s still time,” he joked, and isla managed to crack the first glimpse of a smile.

“thank you, house.”

“don’t mention it. seriously, it makes me feel all yucky inside to think i did something nice for someone-“ he let out a puff of air from the impact of isla wrapping her arms around him.

“even worse, now you’re hugging me,” he grumbled, but wrapped an arm around her back regardless, holding her until she let go.

“house…” she looked up at him with her big green eyes, still close to him as she hadn’t taken a step back after releasing him from the hug.

“connor,” he matched her tone, though his sounded more like a question.

“kiss me.”

“connor-“ he said hesitantly, closing his eyes for a second before looking down at her again.

“please?” she whispered, barely audible, but at the same time so loud it felt like his ears were ringing. the way she looked at him, he would’ve moved a mountain if she asked.

house leaned closer, but only pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, and she sighed, wrapping her arms around him again.

“i should get going,” she hummed into his chest before letting go. she was nearly out the door with her box of items when he called after her.

“do you want some company?”

“why, so you can make sure i don’t do anything-“

“because i want to go with you.” he corrected her. one thing she appreciated about house is that she knew he wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around her. he wouldn’t treat her any different, and it was in a wierd way refreshing, as much as deep down she did appreciate chases concern.

“i’d like that,” she smiled.

•

isla laid on her side facing house, fast asleep tangled in her bedsheets as he laid atop them next to her. he hadn’t planned on staying over, but after a few drinks she insisted that he didn’t drive; just like she insisted she wasn’t making the man with the bad leg sleep on her broken futon.

“special treatment for the cripple?” he asked teasingly.

“like you’re giving me special treatment? would you spend the night at any of the other doctors houses if they were having a bad day?” she’d asked. sure she was downplaying the circumstances by a lot, but she already knew the answer was no. he had pretended to think about it for a moment, exaggerating a thinking expression until she lightly shoved him in the shoulder with hers.

“i wouldn’t do it for foreman?” he had replied, phrasing it more like a question.

“that’s good to know,” isla laughed; and a real smile crept onto her face. in fact, one had been there most of the night since her and house left the hospital.

“for the record, i’m not here to babysit you. i’m here because i like -“ he paused, like he’d said more than he’d meant to. “movies…” he continued, pointing the the movie on the tv. isla rolled her eyes, and leaned over to kiss his cheek softly.

“i like you too.”

house watched her sleeping form rise and fall with each breath, and he sighed as he turned his gaze up to the ceiling. he rested his hand behind his head against the pillow, closing his eyes for only a moment before he felt isla shift closer, still asleep as she curled snuggly into his side. he instinctively thought about pushing her away, only for a second, before putting his arm around her.

his hand rested on her thigh, brushing the thin scars there accidentally, before he placed it on her waist instead. her leg was over his carefully, as though subconsciously she was being careful not to hurt him.

house closed his eyes, the scent of her next to him and the sounds of the world outside her room lulling him to sleep.

•

isla woke up and a smile spread across her face as she looked up at house, sleeping peacefully next to her. she glanced at the clock and saw that he still had half an hour before she had to wake him up so he could get to work, and she curled back into him, the scent of his cologne lingering on his t-shirt.

maybe everything was okay. maybe she would be okay.

she would apologize to chase when she was back at work, and he would apologize to her; they’d call it even - she knew he was only looking out for her after all. with a little bit of time, things would hopefully go back to normal.

well, she thought, thinking of house’s arm around her. almost everything.

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at this point i’m writing things for myself to read and for my followers to ignore

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different - peter strahm

peter strahm x younger!agent! oc part 1

summary: you know what they say… opposites attract; just not at first

warnings: age gap (i imagine strahm is around 45, mitchell is 27), i am a dummy when it comes to fbi rules and stuff so this is probably wildly inaccurate, language, drinking, smoking, guns and blood mentioned, death, meddles with the plot/timeline a bunch but follows saw 4, i wrote a lot but not much happens - sorry

word count: 5k (oops) part two here

it didnt take peter strahm more than two minutes to decide that he did not like special agent mitchell. everything about her rubbed him the wrong way, to the point where he thought someone was pranking him the morning she showed up and sat down at the desk across the room from him.

“is this some kind of joke?” he asked offhandedly to agent perez, who only smiled, amused at the annoyance in her partners tone.

“relax, she’s helping with the case.”

“she’s a child!” strahm argued.

“i know she’s young, but she was top of her class. they think she can bring a fresh insight to the case, and at this point we’re not getting anywhere on our own. we need all the help we can get.”

it was true, agent mitchell was by far the youngest in the room, and her youthful appearance stuck out like a sore thumb.

“what help can she provide? she looks more like a jigsaw accomplice than an fbi agent,” strahm muttered, and perez raised her hands in defeat.

strahm watched mitchell shrug off her black leather jacket, her long dark ponytail swinging back and forth as she draped it over the back of her chair.

“i told them you wouldn’t be happy about,” perez mumbled, more to herself than to her partner. she couldn’t remember a time when he did seem happy.

strahm was almost relieved to receive a call that a body had been found, so he didn’t have to watch mitchell sit sideways on her chair, or tap her fingernails against her desk while her glossy lips sipped from a cafeteria coffee cup.

“strahm, perez, take mitchell with you,” the order made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but he dare not protest; he knew better than that.

“yes sir,” perez replied, and watched strahm storm out to the car, his knuckles white as he gripped his jacket in his hand. perez waited for the younger agent, who slid her arms back into the sleeves of her own jacket and secured her badge and gun on her hip before following after the two senior agents.

“it’s nice to meet you, agent perez, agent strahm. i’ve heard a lot about you both,” she introduced herself as they congregated in the parking garage next to strahms car. perez shook her outstretched hand with a warm but professional smile, while strahm said nothing, leaving her hand to linger in the air before she got the message and dropped it down to her side. perez noticed that she didn’t seem phased by the man brushing her off, but as a fellow female agent, she figured mitchell was probably used to it.

“happy to have you on board. maybe a fresh set of eyes will find something we’re missing,” perez suggested, and mitchell returned the smile, not sparing strahm and glance, though she could assume he was scowling. it almost bothered him more that she didn’t seem phased by his attitude.

“are we riding together or should i follow behind your car?” mitchell asked.

“they gave you a car already?” was the first words strahm spoke to her, and she tried not to laugh. perez went to interject, but didn’t need to.

“well i wouldn’t get much done if i had to walk everywhere, now would i? i’ll meet up with you guys at the crime scene then.”

strahm was at a loss for words as she walked away, and perez had to hold back a laugh.

“it’s not her first day, strahm, just her first day on this case. she’s an agent, just like us. treat her like one,” she scolded, and her partner just shook his head, getting into the drivers seat and starting the car.

•

agent mitchell reconnected with the two agents as they took over from the police at the crime scene, the body of detective allison kerry still dangling from the trap that had ended her life. luckily the young agent had a pretty strong stomach when it came to gore, although the smell was difficult to bare.

“is it take your kid to work day or something?” one of the detectives asked as mitchell stood next to perez, strahm glancing sideways at her as she approached. the soft scent of vanilla perfume wafted past his nose, and while he would’ve found a way to be annoyed by it, compared to the scent of rotting corpse, he was happy to have agent mitchell stand next to him as long as she liked in that moment.

“detective hoffman, this is special agent mitchell. she’ll be assisting us on this case.” strahm introduced her, and he quickly came to the conclusion that he didn’t like the way that hoffman was looking at her.

“pleasure to meet you,” mitchell extended a hand, and though skeptical, hoffman shook it, and strahm could feel the glare from perez burning a while in him as if to say ‘see? if he can play nice why can’t you?’

the younger agent mostly shadowed perez as she walked the crime scene, while still listening in on the discussion between hoffman and strahm, who she got the impression didn’t like eachother very much. perhaps agent strahm just didn’t get along with anyone.

“allison kerry was 130 pounds, amanda young is 107, she didn’t have the strength to lift her up there on her own. i don’t think the cancer patient helped her either, he was more brains than braun,” strahm argued.

“he was an engineer, he could have rigged pulleys to get her up there,” hoffman suggested.

“or more likely, there’s another accomplice,” strahm disagreed, and hoffman almost bristled, his jaw clenching as the two men had an ego competition.

“how is your first day on the case?” perez asked, the two female agents off to the side away from earshot of the dick measuring contest going on.

“it’s good, nothing i can’t handle. i appreciate you welcoming me into your team,” mitchell admitted.

“don’t take anything strahm says personally. he’s not a total dick, this case has just been kicking all of our asses.”

“i won’t, don’t worry,” mitchell smiled. “it’s not the first time someone has doubted my ability and i’m sure it won’t be the last.” perez smiled in response.

“you might be cut out for this job after all.”

•

things were wrapping up at the crime scene when perez received a phone call, and stated that she needed to leave on emergency family business. strahm sent her a sympathetic glance as if he knew what she was referring to.

“take my car, we’ll go back together,” he handed perez the keys, once again ignoring agent mitchell’s presence next to his partner. she wasn’t sure if she felt better or worse knowing he was capable of decency, just not with her.

“thanks. i’m sorry to do this. i’ll see you both tomorrow,” she said before nodding a goodbye to detective hoffman and leaving up the stairs.

“are you ready to go, agent strahm?” mitchell asked the taller man, who finally turned his gaze to look at her.

“i’ll drive,” he suggested extending a hand to ask for her keys.

“that’s okay, i’ve got it,” she brushed past him, and it was his turn to stand with his outstretched hand ignored, the scent of her perfume disappearing from the air. hoffman snickered to himself at the exchange, and strahm sighed in annoyance as he followed after her.

•

“you drive too fast,” peter grumbled. an otherwise silent car ride and he chose to ruin it with more complaining.

“forgive me agent strahm but i don’t like to waste time,” mitchell replied simply, taking a turn far too sharply for the older agent’s liking, but he chose to drop it. perhaps her reckless behaviour reminded him too much of his younger self.

“aren’t you going to ask about perez?”

“i wasn’t going to, no. her personal business is none of my concern.”

“i’m surprised. you seem like you’d be the nosy type.”

“you sound disappointed - would it make it easier for you to justify disliking me if i was?” she stared at him before turning her eyes back to the road. he knew he was being a dick, so he didn’t say anything else, the silence resuming for the rest of the ride back to the office. still without a word, he exited the car, slamming the door a little harder than he needed to, before disappearing through the stairwell door, not waiting for mitchell to follow.

•

the next few weeks went on just as the first day had, with perez being back the next day so thankfully mitchell wasn’t left to deal with strahm on her own; not that she couldn’t handle his attitude.

not much progress had been made in the case, but it felt like they were on the brink of uncovering the next clue - they just had to dig a little deeper, look a little closer.

the day was winding to an end, and the piles of paperwork on mitchell’s desk felt like they were towering over her, ready to collapse at any moment. strahm watched from across the room, his eyebrows knitted together as she brushed her bangs out of her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. she was wearing a shirt he had seen her wear a few times, a dark maroon colour that clung to her cleavage just a little too tightly for the man to not notice; he wished she wouldn’t wear it anymore so he could stop feeling like a creep for looking at her in that way.

“if you’re trying to explode her with your mind, it’s not going to work,” perez whispered next to him, setting a new file folders on his desk.

mitchell glance upwards, her gaze meeting his only for a second before he turned back to perez, like he hadn’t been staring at her.

“take it easy on her; she’s here to help us, remember?”

“sure,” he mumbled, uninterested as he resumed looking at the papers in front of him. what exactly had she done, besides raising his blood pressure?

8 o clock rolled around, and there was only a few people left in the office, including perez, strahm, and mitchell. the curly haired woman stopped next to mitchell’s desk, and the younger woman looked up at her expectantly.

“a few of us are going for drinks on the way home. come with us,” she invited, and mitchell smiled.

“sure, thank you,” she accepted, and her eyes drifted to the dark haired man across the room, and for some reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on, she secretly hoped he would be going. as if she’d read her thoughts, perez replied, although she seemed to have gotten the impression that the younger agent didn’t want him there.

“strahm will be there, but he usually relaxes a little after a drink or two, so you shouldn’t have anything to worry about,” perez smiled, and put her coat on. strahm watched the interaction between the two women, and was displeased to learn that his suspicions were correct; perez had invited her. it was bad enough that he had to spend everyday with her, now he had to hang out with her outside of work too?

is she old enough to drink? he thought to himself, though he knew she must be; she didn’t look that young, and she wouldn’t be an agent if she was.

strahm went on ignoring mitchell, and the rest of the agents to be quite frank, for most of the evening. he sat at the bar nursing his third glass of whiskey in silence, tuning out the mundane conversations of his coworkers. movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention and he turned his head to watch a familiar head of dark hair disappear out the door. he wouldn’t have cared, and he tried to convince himself that he still didn’t, as he watched a pair of less than desirable looking men follow after the younger girl, this going unnoticed by the table of his peers. strahm assumed that mitchell was more than capable of handling herself, but something inside his brain was going off like an alarm sound, just persistent enough that he couldn’t ignore it.

call it overbearing masculinity, but he couldn’t in good conscience leave her to the wolves.

perez was the only one who noticed him leave, jacket in hand as he walked in the direction mitchell had gone.

he found her leaning against the side of the bar, a cigarette between he manicured fingers. the men who had followed her were approaching her like hyenas closing in on a wounded animal. much to his surprise, they stopped only for a moment before she handed them each a cigarette and they went on their way.

she wasn’t in danger after all.

he thought about going back inside, but the younger agent spotted him before he could, and he begrudgingly walked over to her.

“agent,” she greeted him. maybe it was the alcohol - at least he told himself it was that, and not the way her lashes framed her eyes as she looked up at him - but he wasn’t angered by her presence. after all, it was him that had followed after her.

“agent,” he replied.

“do you smoke?” she asked, and while he didn’t anymore, he took the unlit cigarette that she offered him. she passed him a lighter next and he mumbled a thank you, the white stick dangling from the corner of his lips.

“i didn’t know you did.”

“you don’t know anything about me,” she argued, and he realized she was right. “i only smoke when i drink.”

“are you old enough to buy these?” he teased, and she rolled her eyes, though she seemed amused.

“are you gonna let the age thing go? you’re just making yourself seem old,” she teased. something about being outside a working environment made for a more relaxed tone between the two agents.

“alright fine,” he admitted defeat and dropped the subject, much to her surprise. mitchell tried to hide a shiver as a strong gust a wind blew past, but strahm noticed. perhaps without thinking, he placed his suit jacket neatly over her trembling shoulders, the silk blouse she wore doing little to keep her warm; her jacket had been abandoned at the table inside.

“thanks,” she said, and he was grateful that she hadn’t made a big deal of the gesture. “do you ever smile?” she asked, the liquor vocalizing her internal thoughts against her will.

“not lately,” he replied shortly, and she didn’t say anything else. agent mitchell instead quietly finished her cigarette, not noticing that strahm had let his burn out on its own and she began to walk back towards the building. he discarded the butt in the ashtray next to them and followed her inside. she shrugged off the coat and handed it back to him as the warm air fought back the chill on her body, and she could have sworn she heard him mumble a gruff ‘thanks’ under his breath as he took it from her, his fingertips brushing against hers slightly.

she might have been imagining it though.

•

while she and perez had been getting along just fine, things were still tense between strahm and mitchell. she had been slightly disappointed to find despite the almost civil conversation they’d shared at the bar, things were back to the same old hostility like nothing had happened.

“if you hate her so much, why did you give her your jacket?” perez had asked the next day at work after the bar, and strahm found himself regretting the action more and more as he realized it hadn’t gone unnoticed like he had hoped.

“because it was the polite thing to do. that’s all.”

“or maybe you-“

“don’t even say it,” he warned. “don’t make this something it isn’t.” he didn’t like her. absolutely not.

“what is it then?” she asked, and he was at a loss for words.

“it’s none of your business, now can we talk about something else?” was the response he landed on.

“fine,” she conceded. “i still don’t think it’s right to keep the police in the dark about kerry’s last message. don’t you think if two officers are in danger the precinct should know?” perez said in a hushed tone to strahm, neither of whom had noticed mitchell walk in to the room.

“not your call,” strahm said definitively, before his eyes landed on the other agent.

“i’m doing a coffee run, do either of you want anything?” she asked, and strahm opened his mouth to say no, but perez beat him to it.

“sure, i’ll take a cappuccino and he’ll just have a black coffee. thank you.”

mitchell smiled at both of them, though it faltered slightly as strahm glared at her. she normally wouldn’t care - she was used to being brushed off by her male counterparts by now - but she was growing more and more tired of agent strahm and his bitterness.

his perfectly ironed shirts, expensive watch that ticked too loud, and ‘i’m always right’ attitude were getting on her last nerve.

when she returned to the briefing room with they tray of drinks, perez was gone, leaving her alone with him. he made no effort to thank her as she set the drinks down next to him, taking hers from the tray. he didn’t even look up.

“look we don’t have to be friends, but if you can’t suck it up and work with someone you don’t like maybe this isn’t the line of work for you,” mitchell challenged, but still he didn’t look up.

“am i hurting your feelings? never had someone not like you before?”

“no, you’re just pissing me off. you acting like a douchebag all the time because you think i’m stepping on your toes, isn’t gonna help us solve this case.”

“i don’t need your help.”

“whether you think you need it or not, you’re boss thinks you do; that’s why i’m here.”

ouch, he thought, and he hoped his face hadn’t shown that he felt the hit to his ego.

“think whatever you want. it doesn’t change the fact that you’re just getting in my way,” he finally looked up at her as he stood up from the table and walked past her, nearly bumping into her shoulder on his way out the door.

perez passed him in the hallway, returning to the room to find agent mitchell gone, and two untouched coffees in the tray.

•

things went on this this for weeks, strahm essentially treating agent mitchell like she wasn’t there. it was well past 9pm and the young agent was still at her desk, desperate to at least finish one stack of paperwork before going home for the weekend. her stomach grumbled and she decided that she wasn’t going to get anything done until she ate something, and resigned to go down to the cafeteria to grab a snack at the very least. she had thought she was the only one here, but as she walked down the hall she found a room with a light on, and peeked her head through the door. agent strahm sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on the desk in fromt of his. his jacket was discarded and he had rolled up the sleeves of his pinstriped dress shirt, exposing his toned arms; not that she was looking.

she strongly considered pretending she hadn’t seen him and continuing downstairs, but she knocked gently on the door anyway.

he didn’t look up from the files on his desk, but gave a soft grunt to let her know he had heard her.

“have you eaten?” she asked.

“i’m fine,” he replied, which although wasn’t really an answer, told her that he hadn’t.

“i’m going down to the cafeteria anyway-“

“i said i’m fine,” he snapped, and she bristled at his tone.

“okay,” she said softly, too tired to argue with him right now. strahm listened to her shoes click down the hall, and he almost felt bad for raising his voice at her. almost.

mitchell got herself a sandwich from the cafeteria, and though she knew he didn’t deserve her kindness, she bought one for strahm too. she walked back up the stairs and to the room he was in, only to find him gone, his papers still spread across the table. she set the packaged food down next to them, deciding not to snoop at what he was working on, and almost bumped into him as she went to leave the room.

“i said i was fine,” he grumbled.

“can’t you just say thank you and go back to hating me? don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone that you actually spoke to me.” his gaze softened slightly as she began to push past him, and he grabbed her wrist softly, stopping her.

“thank you,” he surrendered, his cold eyes meeting hers. she was suprised, but smiled slightly.

“you’re welcome.”

“sit with me,” he requested, and she thought she had misheard him, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “please?” he added, and she nodded, his grip loosening on her arm to let her walk back over to the table and sit down next to the chair he’d been using. she crossed her leg over the other one under the table, her foot brushing his pant leg so slightly that she didn’t notice. he did.

they ate together in silence, though not a hostile one, and mitchell couldnt help but glance at the papers spread across the tabletop. strahm admired the way her delicate silver necklace swung and tapped against her collarbone as she leaned over the desk.

“we’ve been through all these records before. what do you think is going to change?”

“i don’t know, but we must be missing something. there’s something here we’re not seeing; a pattern, a connection - something,” he replied, and his eyes flickered up from the files to meet hers for only a second, before he couldn’t bare it and looked down again. his dark hair was getting long, and it was messier than usual, probably from him running his hands through it in frustration.

a connection, she thought to herself, before looking away from the other agent before she let that idea continue any further.

•

the three agents walked into the interrogation room, met by the tired gaze of jill tuck, john kramer’s ex wife. perez led, although when her friendly tone didn’t seem to work on jill - who had been through hours of questioning related to her former husband already - strahm barged in, his approach more aggressive. desperate.

“who’s this?” the blonde woman asked, in reference to agent mitchell, though strahm interrupted, the almost protective tone in his voice not going unnoticed by perez.

“don’t worry about her. i’m tired of this, you’re tired of this, just help us.”

“i have told you everything already. i have nothing to do with -“

“your picture was on the walls at the crime scene. four walls make a home? does that mean anything to you?” he interrupted her.

“no,” she replied.

perez and mitchell stepped out of the room while strahm continued to unravel in the interrogation room.

“hoffman and rigg don’t have much time,” perez crossed her arms, a worried look on her face.

“we’ll find them. i know we will,” mitchell tried to assure her; the two officers had been the latest kidnappings related to the jigsaw case - the two who were in danger.

“but how many pieces will they be in when we do?” she worried aloud.

•

strahm filled the other two agents in on what little information he got from jill, before the trio received a call to go a school where they only found more evidence pointing to jill, as well as her lawyer.

mitchell followed close behind perez and strahm into an office, where perez found a puppet belonging to jigsaw with a tape attached.

“hello agent perez, and welcome to the world you have long studied. heed my warning agent perez; your next move is critical. open the door.”

perez continued on despite the warning, and the doll exploded in her face, sending her coughing and falling down to the floor. strahm held her carefully in his arms as blood started to pour from the wounds on her face.

“get help, mitchell!” he yelled at the other agent, and she scrambled off to call for paramedics.

they came and got perez wheeled into the ambulance, and strahm paced back and forth, blood staining the front of his white dress shirt.

“she’ll be okay,” mitchell tried to comfort him.

“when i find that bastard i’m gonna-“

“strahm!”

“what?! what do you want?” he yelled at her, but she stood her ground.

“that’s not going to help her. just breathe - we still have to find hoffman and rigg,” mitchell hadn’t realized that she had reached out and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady him, his chest rising and falling as he breathed rapidly. she backed off, though he hadn’t pushed her away like she thought he would.

“you’re right,” he sighed, his jaw clenched. under normal circumstances mitchell would have taken the opportunity to gloat at him saying those words, but she knew this wasn’t the time or place.

“give me your keys, i’ll drive-“

“i can do it,” he tried to push past her, but she stood in front of him, his hands landing on her upper arm to stop from running her over and leaving a large red handprint on her white blouse. he would feel bad later about staining it.

“please, strahm,” she pleaded - he was in no state to drive, and he knew it too. he didn’t say anything, but sighed and dropped the keys into her hand.

•

mitchell sighed as she watched agent strahm yell at jill tuck from the other side of the interrogation room window.

“this is my partners blood - she is fighting for her life right now, because of your lunatic husband. so you better give me some answers,” he yelled, pointing to the stains on his shirt. mitchell ran a hand through her hair, wishing there was some kind of positive update on perez’s condition she could give the agent to help calm him down. he must have got some kind of helpful information from jill, because he stormed out of the room on his phone, asking whoever was on the other end of the call for an address.

she hurried after him, unsure if he even noticed her until they were in the parking garage next to his car.

“stay here,” he ordered.

“i’m not letting you go alone.”

“good thing i’m not asking your permission.”

“are we really gonna keep doing this? i know you’re worried about perez, and i know you care about her. do you think she would want you going after this creep on your own?”

“why, so you can come and get hurt too?” he yelled, and she felt a funny feeling in her stomach. it was weird - it almost sounded like he cared about her. “i’m down one partner, i don’t need to lose another.”

“don’t you think it’s my job to keep you safe too? perez would be pissed if i let you go off by yourself and you know it.”

he didn’t answer, which she knew meant that he knew she was right.

“for once just please let me help you,” she pleaded, and one look at her big doe eyes staring back at him was all it took for him to cave. he hated how easily she could make him do what she wanted; it was so much easier for him to keep her at a distance, but he knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“fine. but you do as i say,” he resigned, and she nodded.

“yes sir,” she agreed, and they got in the car.

the building was of course abandoned, an old meat factory bearing the name of john kramer’s unborn son.

“nice place,” he commented dryly as he pushed a plastic curtain aside, gun at the ready in case he needed it. mitchell was suprised he was joking (if you could call it that) at a time like this, but she didn’t mention it.

“how long have you and perez been partners?” she asked carefully instead.

“years,” he replied.

“she’ll be okay, strahm.”

he looked at her - really looked at her - and sighed.

“thanks mitchell. let’s just find rigg and hoffman and get the hell out of here.”

long dark hallways turned the duo left and right, until they were securely lost in the large building. the woman was going to say something, when they heard footsteps in the next room, and he put his arm out to stop her, keeping her safely behind him. strahm held a finger to his mouth, signalling for her to stay quiet. she kept close behind him, watching his back to make sure no one could sneak up on him. both agents had their guns at the ready until the found the source of the noise, in a room with a few dead bodies - one being john kramer himself.

“drop the weapon,” strahm warned, but the man was still walking towards the two agents, a deranged look in his eyes.

“where is my daughter?” the man yelled.

“let me see your hands!” he yelled again, and the man raised his arm but before the man could pull the trigger, a shot went off from behind strahm, and the man fell to the floor dead.

“mitchell-“

“he was going to shoot you,” mitchell breathed heavily, her eyes still on the lifeless body in front of them, her gun still raised.

“have you ever shot someone before?” he asked, and she nodded. “killed someone?”

she shook her head. he placed a hand gently on her wrist in an attempt to lower the gun, but she was frozen. he managed to take it from her grip and place it back on her belt, putting his on his own, and she seemed to snap out of it as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“hey, thanks,” he said, and he meant it. “are you still with me or do you need a minute?” he asked, and she looked up at him before shaking her head.

“i’m here,” she breathed. “and don’t mention it.”

“i know i’ve been an asshole but we’re gonna have to work together to get out of here alive okay?”

“okay,” she nodded. “strahm,” she called after him as he began to walk away. he turned back to look at her expectantly, to be met with her outstretched hand. “i’m hailey.”

he sighed, but gave her a halfhearted smile and finally shook her hand. there really was no getting away from her now he thought. he was in too deep.

“peter,” he replied. “now let’s get the hell out of here”.

they both heard a large metal clang, the sound of a door closing, and the lights in the room went out.

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