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moebalovesyou · 2 months

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I was on a holiday recently and since it was mostly chill I had plenty of time to think about my fixations, so I focused on a SAYER AU i’ve been loosely thinking about

It’s nothing too complicated, it’s an alien abduction AU. Basically the AIs are a crew of aliens who abducted some of the human cast to study them in all sorts of ways.

I focused on FUTURE, Brady and Young but it’d be cool to expand on it, so I’ll see if I can or want to. As for now I have a few doodles and a short oneshot-ish fic to offer by the way.

(Also for those who read Night Shift, I started working on a part 2 which is already 10 pages long so far but i have some catching up to do with other stuff so i’ll see when i can actually continue writing it… btw i have a pretty lengthy note on what i plan to add so 😈)

Today’s short fic will be under the cut :]

Young quietly sat on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest as he leaned against the wall. He appeared lost in thought and when he was like that, there was always a pitiable expression on his face, like a confused child who got shouted at for something he didn’t do. Brady sighed and approached him, not sure how to offer support as he couldn’t even fathom what the other might be going through, but he looked like he could use some company. As he was about to sit down, he noticed that the other shuddered, his eyes fixated on him with caution but it seemed like after he made sure it’s Brady, a seemingly calmer and rational glint returned to his eyes.

They sat like that in silence for a while before Young started nervously moving around, glancing at the other and quickly looking away as if he wanted something but he was too afraid to ask,

“Is something wrong?” Asked Brady with a hint of concern in his voice.

Young hesitantly shook his head, “I was just thinking… How long has it been since we last met?”

“Oh um..” Brady looked up, his lips mutely counting along with his fingers, “A…bout a month I think? Jeez.. that’s pretty odd to say, I was worried you wouldn’t-“

“Tell me about it.”

“…Tell you about what?”

“Your month or even just your day. Anything.”

At first Brady lifted a brow, finding Young’s wording quite odd but he shrugged it off, he probably just needs an icebreaker, “Well, my day will be easier to recall so let’s go with that.” He tapped on his chin in thought, “It was pretty decent actually, SPEAKER asked for a report on how the team is coming along and I’d say it’s alright.” He nodded to himself, “Everyone is getting along just fine… well everyone except Caulfield, he’s not much of a people person but at least he keeps to himself about it by now. Oh and there’s Hale! Not much of a talker either but he’s warming up to us slowly and he seems like a well meaning guy so I’m pleased with him.” Young nodded at the end of each sentence, following the other’s story the best he could, “I wish you could join us for long term, heard from SAYER you were a quite ambitious fellow on Earth, I wonder what you could add to our little community.” He noticed how he started rambling so he chuckled awkwardly and asked, “That reminds me.. what did you do before we got here?”

“…I was a software developer at [insert company name💀]” Brady lifted his eyebrows in surprise and smiled,

“No way, me too! What a small world” He snickered and shook his head, “How come we never met?” He felt relief in finding a topic they could both relate to and as he prepared listening to the other, he took a hairbrush out of the pocket of his jacket which hung nearly beside them. He usually kept it there for himself to maintain his professional look throughout the day but looking at Young’s neglected hairdo made him wonder about how it feels brushing long hair, “May I?” He showed the brush to the other, looking at his hair.

Young’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment at the offer but he nodded and sat closer to Brady, “I was working on medical equipment for a private hospital. A bioscanner of sorts.” A shiver ran down his spine as the other started brushing his hair, but this time it was a pleasant experience so he couldn’t help but hum in relief, which the other sadly smiled at.

“Oh, I see! That makes sense then, we were in different departments.” He nodded to himself, “Kind of a bummer, you sound like a cool guy, I mean come on! A bioscanner, that sounds like it came out of a sci-fi movie.” He tried to cheer up the mood around them a little.

Young huffed in slightly sarcastic amusement, “I was about as cool as every other programmer you saw at the company but… thanks.” Brady didn’t see his face but he could tell that Young smiled as he finished speaking. However after a bit of silence, his voice returned to a curious tone, “And did anything else happen to you today?”

“Well… SAYER did have us try some kind of… fruit I think? From their planet, I can’t even describe it to you, it wasn’t bad but i never tasted anything quite like it. It was pleased with our reactions from what I could assume. They find our confusion humorous and interesting.” Brady continued brushing Young’s hair, careful not to pull any of it too hard. The more his eyes wandered on him, the more he felt like there was something out of place, something that wasn’t like the way it is when they last saw eachother. He wasn’t entirely sure until his glance stopped at Young’s hands which he nervously fidgeted with, “By the way… that’s a very impressive prosthetic but… why? What happened to you last month?”

The long haired man’s hands froze and he was thinking whether to answer or not, “I… I’m not sure you want to hear about it. It’s not nearly as pretty or lighthearted as yours… I..”

Brady put a hand on Young’s shoulder, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but I asked because I care… It’s my job to care, but at the same time I can’t help it when it comes to you… so… I’m here and I’m listening.”

“I’m afraid you wouldn’t want to touch me or talk to me anymore…”

Brady frowned, “Howard, look at me.” Young shuddered at the sound of his name which he didn’t hear in an abnormally long time but he slowly turned to Brady, who quickly held his hands, “Whatever happened to you, it’s not your fault, I know.”

Young stared at the floor with a wobbly expression for a while, “I.. don’t even know where to start..”

“What happened to your arm?”

Young’s breathing seemed to get mildly faster, “FUTURE cut it off to study my bone marrow… and… and it threw me the rest to… I…” Brady looked at him in confusion, knowing whatever he tried to say was horrible but he couldn’t guess it. The most he could do was caress the other’s hand with his thumb, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it… it starved me and I had no other choice…” Young’s voice trembled as he tried keeping himself together.

Brady was shocked by the information but did his best to keep a straight face and squeezed Young’s hand, “I… that sounds horrible-“ He struggled to find the right words, “I’m sorry but…” Young closed his eyes, preparing himself for the worst, “You’re really dumb for thinking this would make me hate you!” He pulled the unsuspecting Young in a tight, protective embrace which felt like he’d never want to let the other go if he could.

This was the last thing Young would expect, “W-what..?” being the only thing he could say before bitter tears welled up in his eyes.

“Hey… Alright, let’s take your glasses off.” Said Brady as he gently did what he just said, placing the glasses beside them. Then he turned back to Young and held his head against his chest, caressing him and gently spoke into his hair, “It’s okay, did anything else happen?” Young nodded but couldn’t speak coherently through the sobs and hiccups, to which Brady held him slightly closer, pressing a soft kiss on the top of his head, “Take your time and breathe… I’m not going to let you go unless you ask.”

It took a few minutes for Young to be able to articulate words again, and even like this they were wobbly, but he continued, “This wasn’t even the worst part… It fed me some sort of alien… creature.. thing’s flesh and.. it was bitter and..” He took a few quick, involuntary breaths, “Only after I was done, FUTURE told me it’s infested with.. some sort of disease and how it’s excited to see what will happen…”

It was sickening to listen to what Young was saying but Brady’s disgust couldn’t measure up to the pity he felt for the other, “And…?”

“It.. it told me my results are positive… i’m… infected.. even as of now I feel it inside of me…” He sniffled, “Not soon afterwards I threw up everything until there was nothing to expell but.. it was too late.. let’s be real I stood no chance from the beginning. I thought that was the end of me, like my organs turned into mush and rearranged themselves into something new and grotesque… like i was filled with maggots that replaced my cells one by one… but it wouldn’t do something like that.. it would hinder the results.. that’s what it told me…” He felt Brady shuffling a little bit and he panicked, “I-It’s not contagious…! Not like this.”

“Sorry… I didn’t-“

“No, I would’ve been uncomfortable as well…” He again took some time to steady his voice and his breathing, although he couldn’t stop the tears trickling down his face, “FUTURE was furious because of the mess… and because I ‘wasted’ resources like that.. but it said that data is still data whatever happens… and that I should be thankful because if not for it, I would’ve died there.. and if I ever try escaping i will really die…” Brady furrowed his brows, not liking where this is going, “It also tried comforting me that it still loves me… whatever that means.. but it’s touch felt like it’s sucking my soul out… I was scared and confused but I was in too much pain to even think of denying it.” He sniffled and hiccupped, “In the end it let me go, told me to get out of its sight for now because it has to think.. and it doesn’t want to hurt its favorite human…” He pressed his face against Brady’s chest, wrapping his arms around him tight in fear and misery.

Brady stared at Young, feeling like he failed as a group leader as he had no idea how to truly protect or heck, even just comfort the other. He could understand what he has to live through is worse than death itself but he can’t imagine what it’s like, probably for the better. He tensely thought for a while and then asked, “Don’t think anything behind my question but… Do you even want to live…. like this?”

Young was bewildered by the question at first, “Is there a right or wrong answer for this?”

“No.. I don’t think so. Just what you feel.” Brady wiped Young’s flowing tears with his thumbs.

“I…” Young was shaking like a leaf, “I don’t know… I just want to go home… I miss my bed… my job… I wish I could’ve met you at a boring company party instead.”

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