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I CAN SEE YOU | Spencer Reid x FBI!Reader

Request: Congrats on 2k!!! Could you write something based off of ‘I can see you’ by Taylor Swift with Spencer please?

Description: Spencer may or may not have a little thing for the desk jockey on the floor below, and she may or may not have a thing for their silent elevator rides together.

Length: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff?? Season one Spencer in mind when I wrote this (my sweetest boy)

He passed through the lobby at the exact same time every day. Usually with his head dug in an obnoxiously thick book, or fiddling with the strap on his satchel bag, or flicking his long curls out of his sweet, hazelnut eyes. Sometimes with thick round glasses perched on his slender nose, sometimes nothing but a thoughtful, musing frown. 

Not that she was obsessed with him. 

But it wasn’t hard to acknowledge that whoever the guy on the sixth floor was that seemed to stick to an incredibly tight schedule had the face of a god. 

Though she supposed he could say the same about her schedule seeing as they seemed to enter the elevator at nearly the exact same time every single day, never saying a word, a brief nod of hello was about the extent of their interaction. One time he had pressed the button for her floor, number five, for her, and she hadn’t stopped smiling the rest of the day. 

Of course there were times he and his team would be away on a case, in which she wouldn’t see him for days on end, while she went to her lonely desk in forensics no matter what case had come up.

In the grand scheme of things, she was a desk jockey, inputting numbers and data and figures, organising files and sheets and loading ink into the printer. She was a nobody and he was part of the BAU. 

No one would even notice if she didn’t show up for the day. At least that was what she hoped as she sped walked out of the cab, her hair soaking down her back, her lungs puffing in a crackling wheeze, frantically tucking her tight shirt into her dogtooth pants, limping on her ankle that she’d rolled racing out her apartment building into the raging storm that had overcome Virginia in a matter of hours. 

She felt socks wet through as she squelched her way into the elevator, barely noticing the usual passenger that was tracing a bony finger down the page of Pride and Prejudice, quickly flicking over the page in a matter of five seconds. 

He looked up when she hopped in beside him, squeezing in as a handful of other people followed her. Trying desperately to even her hair out in the large mirror behind them, it was only then she realised her mascara had smudged down her cheeks entirely, making her look like she’d slept in a pile of charcoal. 

“Fuck,” She said loudly, her hand slapping over her mouth when she realise the deadly silent elevator full of federal agents turned to look at her, and she felt her cheeks heat as if her makeup condundrum hadn’t been embarrassing enough, “S-sorry,” She muttered, turning her head to the ground as she frantically wiped beneath her lids with her cardigan sleeve. 

Turning to see if he had noticed, she caught him staring right at her, and she could have sworn the heat on her face blazed even harder when she saw he was smiling into his book in amusement. 

Fuck. She repeated in her head this time, taking a small sigh of relief when the doors opened on the first floor and half the passengers trickled out onto the finance floor. 

She was still fixing her hair by the time they got to the second floor, communications, and even more people got out. By the end of the third floor, it was just the two of them left. 

“Bad morning?” He broke the silence, and it was the first time she’d ever actually heard his voice. He was even dreamier than she’d thought, in a boyish kind of way.

“Car battery died, and the bus was full,” She murmured, fiddling with the hem of her sleeves that were entirely sodden, “And then apparently someone up there hates to see pretty girls get to work looking dry and respectable,” 

He chuckled properly, and she swore it soothed the ache of the cold rain just the smallest bit. 

“Don’t we all,” He mused, though his eyes went back to his book, flicking over the words faster than she figured would be possible. 

She figured he didn’t want to be bothered by the drowned rat looking woman that had all but thrown herself into the lift beside him, interrupting his reading with her curses and pitiful glances. 

It was only when they reached the fourth floor that he quickly rooted around his bag for something, likely a bookmark since he didn’t seem the type to dog-ear a perfectly neat page. It wasn’t until a soft, moss green sweater was thrust in her face she snapped out of her self loathing daze.

Looking at him wide eyed, he nudged it towards her hands, and it was like Spencer only just realised that offering a stranger your clothes was perhaps not normal, but he didn’t feel like they were strangers.

She was the first person he’d ever met in the building besides Gideon. He remembered the two of them stepping into the elevator, the bashful woman already flicking through files, her lanyard hanging low over her chest as she chirped good morning to Gideon and he did the same, wishing her a good day when she stepped out onto floor five. 

He couldn’t help if he was so perceptive he’d clocked her name and position written on her ID, couldn’t help it if he was a huge fan of routine and repetition, that he purposely walked into the lobby at the same time every day knowing she was going to be right behind him just for an excuse to see her. 

No, they certainly weren’t strangers, Spencer tried to reason, yet he wasn’t even sure she knew his name.

“T-take it,” He stuttered, watching the doors close and the lift jolt as it ascended to her floor, “You can just bring it back tomorrow,” 

“That’s- I couldn’t,” She reasoned, her eyes fretful, “It’s yours,”

“I’m not using it, you must be freezing,” Spencer reiterated it with another nudge towards her, and he saw the longing glance she gave at the promise of warmth. 

Number five dinged above them, and the doors slid open. 

“Just take it, please,” He said, and it seemed like that was the magic word as she cautiously took it out of his hand, and melted when she realised it was softer than she’d thought, like it was made to feel like a giant hug. 

“Thankyou…” She said, heading for the doors with slow steps; she didn’t want to leave whatever moment he’d caught her in. 

“Spencer,” He replied, smiling at her with a shy cadence. 

“Thankyou, Spencer,” She said, and gave him her own name back. But he already knew it, and he realised he would sound like a complete creepy stalker if he’d said so. So he just nodded, a small wave off as she headed for her office and the doors closed behind her. 

He loved how she said his name, he thought blissfully, but he loved even more showing up to work day after to see her waiting by the elevator, his sweater washed and ironed, pressed neatly in her hands and still warm from where she’d tumble dried it. 

She handed it back to him with a sheepish smile, and he took it gracefully, catching a whiff of her fabric softener and felt fuzzy inside right there and then. 

“Good morning, Spencer,” She said sweetly, and he swore he wanted to kiss her the minute it left her lips, glossed with something rouge and shiny. 

But he didn’t, he just said it back, loving how her name rolled over his tongue. 

[tenebraevesper]

Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 63: Mission Dark

''Get out your guns, battle's begun! Are you a saint, or a sinner? If love's a fight, than I shall die, with my heart on a trigger!''

– Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab

xXxXxXx

Sonic felt waves of agony washing over his body, as if he was being pricked by thousands of tiny needles. He didn't want to even open his eyes, wishing to just fall asleep again and embrace the dark void, but the voices he was hearing in his head kept him awake. At least, he thought those voices were just in his head.

''Sonic? Sonic, wake up?''

''Lu… cas…''

The familiar voice Sonic picked up among the noise caused him to stir, slowly opening his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he had managed to take note that he was lying on a bed and that he was surrounded by people, Lucas being the most prominent one. Sonic blinked tiredly, trying to ignore the pounding in his head and tried to sit up, but was gently pushed down on the pillows by Lucas.

''You're not going anywhere,'' Lucas said in a firm tone, reaching for his hand and giving him a look of concern. ''Do you think you can perform Chaos Surge? It'll help you heal.''

''I… I think so…'' Sonic said, feeling the warm energy that developed between them, quickly absorbing it as he felt another wave of energy, this one soothing as it spread through his body, like a spring breeze. Sonic felt his body relax, focusing on the sense of relief that pushed the pain back. The moment was fleeting, however, as Lucas was forced to cut the supply of the energy to avoid hurting himself. Despite knowing that this was necessary for his partner's safety, his body still demanded more of that soothing energy.

''This should help you.'' Sensing Sonic's pain, Lucas gave him a glass of water and a painkiller pill, hoping that this would be enough for the meantime.

''Thanks,'' Sonic said, returning the glass and trying to breathe normally, only to feel pain in his chest. He winced, noting how how his chest was wrapped in bandages, with a plaster covering the cut on his cheek, as well as bandages also being carefully wrapped around his head and quills, even though he had no idea how he ended up with a head injury. He could see faint bruises underneath his peach and blue fur, but they weren't as visible on the first glance.

''Sonic, are you okay?''

''How do you feel?''

''Does it hurt a lot?''

''We thought you had died!''

Sonic finally turned his attention to the rest of his friends, with Tails, Amy, Silver and Knuckles surrounding him, while Warren, Minami, Makoto, Lily and Touka stood in the back. Touka was turned to the hallway, talking with someone Sonic couldn't see.

''I'm sorry for making you guys worry so much.'' Sonic flashed an assuring smile, his friends feeling relieved to see him being back to his usual self, but they still remained a little concerned. As for Sonic, he felt his heart sink a little when he realized that Shadow was missing. Despite that empty sensation, he still kept a positive attitude. ''This isn't anything that a chili dog can't fix.''

''Unfortunately for you, this isn't fixable with just food. You're lucky Lucas and Touka knew how to patch you up,'' Knuckles told him. Sonic gave both of them a thankful look, with Lucas nodding and Touka just waving back in acknowledgement.

''What had happened to you? We know you've been attacked by Neo Metal Sonic, but how did he end up injuring you so much?'' Tails asked.

''I… I don't really know…'' Sonic admitted, the memories of the battle flashing in the back of his mind. ''I remember him using my, Shadow and Silver's powers, along with some powerful lightning power.''

''Neo Metal Sonic is capable of copying your bio-data, which is how he was able to use all of your powers,'' Minami explained, with Sonic nodding in response.

''What surprises me is how you're still alive,'' Lily said. ''I thought Neo Metal Sonic would end your life for good.''

''That surprised me too. He told me it was an act of mercy,'' Sonic replied.

''He probably wants to fight you again later on,'' Knuckles said, with Sonic agreeing with that sentiment. He gave him a determined smile.

''If that's so, then this time, I will be ready to kick his ass,'' Sonic said.

''However, for now, you're not going anywhere,'' Lucas said. ''I know that the Chaos Surge had probably healed the worst of your injuries, but you'll still have to stay in bed and recover properly.''

This appeared to be the cue for everyone to leave, with the team wishing Sonic good luck recovering and promising too keep an eye out for Metal Sonic in case he decides to cause more trouble. Sonic was glad to have his friends' support, but that sense of emptiness still lingered in his chest… at least, until he heard someone entering the room. Sonic's eyes grew wide in disbelief.

''Shadow?'' he muttered, still stunned, only to smile, feeling a sense of relief. ''I should've figured that you wouldn't go down so easily.''

Shadow was silent, only to walk up to Sonic with a serious expression, leaving the azure hedgehog slightly puzzled. Shadow's crimson eyes flicked slightly to the side, feeling slightly anxious, and then inhaled sharply, gazing at Sonic. ''I apologize for what had happened with Neo Metal Sonic.''

''What?'' Sonic stared at the dark hedgehog, completely bewildered. ''Shadow, what happened is not-''

Shadow shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he took a more aggressive stance. ''If I had reacted just a little faster, we could've fought Neo Metal Sonic together and you wouldn't have gotten injured like this.'' He lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly, his voice heavy. ''It was… horrible seeing you in such state.''

''Shadow…'' Sonic understood well how Shadow felt, despite doing his best to keep his emotions under control. He had seen him how he acted whenever Touka was in serious danger or back when he thought that she was dead because of him, and considering how he and Shadow were now in a relationship, with Shadow willingly opening his heart to him, it wasn't surprising that his reaction to him getting hurt would be like this. Sonic could see the guilt in his eyes, and knew that the dark hedgehog would continue blaming himself for his boyfriend's condition. Sonic sighed, propping himself on his elbows in a sitting position, leaving Shadow alarmed.

''Hey, you shouldn't be moving in this condition!'' Shadow tried to help him when Sonic suddenly felt a wave of pain in his chest, leaving him wondering whether he ended up with a bruised rib. Still, he managed to lean into the pillows in a sitting position. Shadow shot Sonic a glare when he saw Sonic grinning back cheekily.

''Don't worry, I'll sleep it off,'' Sonic told him, trying to lighten the mood, with Shadow sighing.

''You could've gotten an arm ripped off and you would still call it a scratch,'' Shadow grumbled, causing Sonic to give him a half-lidded, teasing look.

''I'm sure that you would react the same way,'' Sonic told him, only for his expression to change to a more serious one, something Shadow caught on. ''You don't have to be all broody and feel guilty for Neo Metal Sonic catching you off guard. We had no idea that this would happen, and you can bet that next time, I won't let him beat me again.''

Shadow had to admit that there was something inspiring in Sonic's perpetual optimism, confidence and determination, and while he admired his positive attitude, he also had keep reminding himself that whenever the azure hedgehog got carried away, he would end up in trouble.

''I hope that in that case, you have a plan on how to take him down,'' Shadow said, only to see Sonic's expression fall, only for a sheepish smile to creep up.

''Uh, yeah! I totally have a plan,'' he said nervously.

''Let me guess; it's rushing into a battle blindly and hope for the best,'' Shadow responded in a deadpan tone. Sonic kept smiling, despite knowing that he got caught.

''I'm sure I'll come up with something eventually,'' Sonic said, with Shadow just giving him a grumpy look, arms folded across his chest. ''But, hey, I'm glad to see that you're back to your usual self, instead of kicking yourself down for what happened.'' Shadow remained silent, his gaze softening, with Sonic patting the free space on the bed, wanting him to sit down. Shadow did as motioned, with Sonic continuing, ''You know, I also thought I lost you there…''

Shadow's eyes widened and his ears drooped, realizing he completely forgot about how Sonic felt when he saw him getting hit by that lightning blast and thrown off the warship. ''Sonic…''

''It's fine, though,'' Sonic added, flashing a bright smile as he placed his gloved hand over Shadow's and squeezed it lightly. ''You're here now, and that's all that matters. In fact, I'm looking forward to our next race.''

Shadow couldn't help but smile softly. If this was months before, when they weren't as close as they were now, he probably would've been baffled by Sonic's reaction and have a hard time understanding why he acted like this. However, now he simply felt exasperated whenever Sonic made such comments and just went along with it, well aware that this was simply who Sonic was. Shadow then leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on Sonic's temple, Sonic's ear flicking as he appreciated the sign of affection.

''You better stay and recover,'' Shadow told him, only for Sonic to pout in response.

''I'm sure I'll be fine by tomorrow,'' Sonic said, only to feel a several stings of pain piercing his body when Shadow lightly pressed his hand against his bandaged chest, causing his rival to recoil and grimace due to the aching sensation.

''I sincerely doubt it,'' Shadow said, showing only mild irritation, his voice returning back to the usual matter-of-fact tone. ''Don't do anything stupid.''

''Mmmm, but I feel like doing something stupid,'' Sonic replied, grinning cheekily, while Shadow rolled his eyes. ''Hey, don't give me that look. If I do something stupid now, I probably won't try it later.''

''Then, what do you want to do?'' Shadow asked, figuring that he could indulge a little longer. Suddenly, Sonic leaned towards him, planting a deep kiss on Shadow's lips, with Shadow reciprocating. However, it the kiss didn't last long because Sonic couldn't anymore ignore the pain in his chest and quickly pulled back, slumping back into the pillows, hurt, but satisfied. Shadow just gave him an exasperated look. ''Indeed, this is your brand of stupid.''

''It was worth it,'' Sonic replied, still grinning as he watched Shadow leave the room.

xXx

Lucas was with Touka in the living room, both of them talking about what had transpired, as well as figuring that they should give the two hedgehogs some privacy. Their attention was drawn to Shadow as he approached them.

''How is Sonic doing?'' Lucas asked.

''Good luck on keeping Sonic resting for a longer period of time. He'll bolt the moment he gets an opportunity,'' Shadow told him, with Lucas sighing.

''I'll talk to him,'' he muttered, glancing at the two. ''I suppose using Chaos Surge repeatedly would help in his healing.''

''You'll have to be careful with it and not use it recklessly,'' Touka said, giving Shadow a pointed look, her eyes narrowed. Shadow stubbornly avoided her gaze, feeling a little anxious as he knew what she meant. Lucas felt a little sorry for the dark hedgehog.

''I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for your help,'' Lucas replied, watching the two leave and quickly walking over to Sonic's bedroom, furrowing a brow when he saw Sonic attempts to get up. The moment the hedgehog saw the annoyed teenager, he quickly lied down, acting as if nothing has happened.

''Oh, hey Lucas!'' Sonic gave him an innocent smile, trying not to show how much the movement hurt him. Lucas shot him a glare, but then shook his head.

''I won't be scolding you for trying to get out of bed, but if you don't want to get yourself hurt even more and spend weeks recovering instead of a couple of days, I sincerely recommend you to just stay put,'' Lucas told him in a firm tone, with Sonic understanding that he as still in trouble and that he shouldn't challenge Lucas. He might be The Fastest Thing Alive, but he had a feeling that Lucas would somehow catch him and drag him back to rest.

''Fine, I'll stay in bed,'' Sonic said, realizing that he shouldn't fight this. There were a few things he was curious about. ''How long have I been out?''

''For a few of hours,'' Lucas replied, sitting down on the bed, figuring he should fill Sonic in on what had happened. ''The Chaotix, Rouge, Omega, Cream and Big were fighting with us against Ferra and her army of Badniks inside the Grand Metropolis AR Field, while you and Shadow, from what I understood, were stuck at Final Fortress and confronted by Neo Metal Sonic. Once you were beaten and sent to our location, Shadow had used Chaos Control to immediately warp us to our home, so Touka and I could patch you up.''

''I'm surprised that Shadow had enough energy left for using Chaos Control,'' Sonic said.

''Touka did use Chaos Surge to heal him, but the moment he saw just how bad your condition was, he became quite distraught and channelled all of that energy into Chaos Control, and then collapsed. He was actually resting on the couch in the living room with Rouge and Omega watching over him while Touka and I tended to you,'' Lucas explained. ''To say that Touka was furious at him for using all of his energy to warp everyone to Eas would be an understatement, even if she did agree to use Chaos Control to get you here. Shadow did respond how he only wanted to warp you to somewhere where you could get medical assistance, and the rest of the group just got caught in it, resulting in him depleting almost all of his energy.''

''Heh, and he calls me reckless…'' Sonic smirked.

''The Chaotix, Cream and Cheese, Big, Rouge and Omega left once we made sure that you were fine, so we waited until you woke up and could use Chaos Surge consciously instead of draining my BioEnergy instinctively, because your body did react like that while trying to heal itself from its injuries,'' Lucas added, humming in thought. ''I suppose that, even if you're an Irregular not actively going after BioEnergy, your body still recognizes it and tries to absorb it when placed in a dire situation. Speaking of which, I'm still a little tired, but I'm planning on to use Chaos Surge again to help you heal faster, so don't worry, you'll only be confined to the bed for a day or two.''

''Even that's too long,'' Sonic snarked back, his expression changing to a nervous one, followed by a sweatdrop when he saw Lucas' annoyed expression. ''I promise, this was my last quip. I'll stay put. In fact, I'll go to sleep right now.''

''Okay,'' Lucas said, standing up. ''If you need anything, just call me.''

Sonic nodded, trying to shift into a comfortable position that would help him fall asleep easier despite the aching sensation. It was a bit difficult to find a good position, as he either felt as if he was punched in the ribs or pricked by thousand needles. Even the painkiller could only do so much in numbing his senses, with Sonic deciding to let his mind wander to not think about the pain, landing eventually on the image of Neo Metal Sonic.

I wasn't strong nor fast enough to defeat him, but I'm not going to let him bring me down. That would be the moment I would be truly defeated, and I refuse for that to happen. So, as long as I can get up again, I will continue to fight.

He nuzzled his pillow, the image of Neo Metal Sonic fading away and, as Sonic nuzzled the pillow, the image of black and white fur forming in his mind. Sonic whined into his pillow, having to admit that he wished Shadow was by his side and that they could cuddle. He missed his warmth, the soft scent of lavender mixed with the bitter taste of coffee, the deep, purring voice that made his heart flutter. While he had fun messing around with Shadow whenever he was his aloof and serious self, he also loved his gentle, caring and protective side. He chuckled lightly, noting how anxious he was initially about confronting his own feelings in regards to Shadow, and now he genuinely wanted to spend time with him like this.

But, that will have to wait.

xXx

Rouge smiled contently as she observed the three people she had called to her club. Omega was already working there as the bouncer, while Shadow had recovered quickly despite the events that had happened the day before, mostly thanks to his healing factor and the fact that Touka was keeping a close eye on him to make sure that he'd be fully rested for this, even adding Chaos Surge to speed up his own recovery. After all, there was a reason Rouge and Omega appeared at Solar Stadium when Ferra and Neo Metal Sonic sent out the Badniks, and this distraction cut any conversation they had planned short. Therefore, they decided to resume it the next day at Club Rouge.

''I will cut to the chase, since none of you is interested in long conversations,'' Rouge said. ''I got a call from a client who had asked me to go on a special mission to retrieve a valuable item, and I had figured that I could bring back Team Dark for this mission.''

''Why?'' Shadow asked. ''You claim that you're the world's greatest spy, so why would you ask for help?''

''The same reason you, The Ultimate Lifeform, are willing to work together with others instead of always being on your own,'' Rouge said, smirking slyly when Shadow frowned, avoiding eye-contact with her and not responding. She then turned to Touka and Omega. ''What about you two? Do you want to join?''

''Will there be Eggman robots to destroy?'' Omega asked. Rouge put a finger on her lips as she thought about it.

''I'm not completely sure about it, but it is possible that we might come across a few robots,'' she replied.

''1% chance of encountering Eggman robots is still 1% of me getting the chance to destroy them,'' Omega said, with Rouge knowing that he agreed with the mission.

''Where are going to? What are we even supposed to retrieve?'' Touka asked, giving Rouge a questioning look. ''I need more details.''

''I was just getting to it. My client, who is working for CyExLabs, had told me that someone stole the prototype for a directed-energy generator they were working on. To put it in simple terms, the device was initially supposed to be used as a part of a new secret weapon for ARMS, but after that fiasco, my client started having second thoughts about it. The information then got leaked, and a few days later, it was gone,'' Rouge explained. ''I have spent most of my time trying to track it down, and eventually found a warehouse outside Souto posing as an auction house for so-called high-class clientele. Unfortunately, I couldn't get inside as it appears to be invitation-only and the Irregulars guarding it weren't exactly a jolly bunch. That's when I realized that I would need proper back-up.''

''How do you know that the device wasn't sold to someone by now?'' Shadow asked.

''Do you really think that I don't do my homework thoroughly, especially when I'm being offered a generous reward for completing it?'' Rouge countered, giving him a teasing smile. Shadow huffed, figuring this was less about returning a stolen item to its owner and more about getting paid in gems.

''I apologize for even asking,'' he responded in a deadpan tone. Rouge just kept smiling, well aware that he was just being grumpy, and gave the whole group a confident look.

''So, I take it that Team Dark is back in action?'' she asked. There was a firm nod from all three of her teammates, agreeing to the mission.

xXx

''Hm.'' Rouge tapped on her AR Visor eye-piece, having used the binoculars feature, having been observing the two Irregulars standing at the entrance to the warehouse. It was nighttime, and they were at an area just a bit outside Souto that was filled with various warehouses, some still in use, some abandoned. Not many people came here, and even if they did, they only minded their own business, so it was a perfect place for those with less-than-honorable intentions to do whatever they wanted. ''It seems like there are only two guards, but I wouldn't be surprised if there are more inside it.''

''It shouldn't be too difficult to knock them out without raising any alarm,'' Shadow said, pulling his own AR Visor goggles back on the top of his head. He and Rouge were crouching on top of a different warehouse, hidden from the guards as they observed the situation. As for Touka and Omega, they were on the ground, remaining hidden behind the building and waiting for the two to form their plan.

''I suppose we'll rely on your speed and combat skills for that,'' Rouge said.

''It depends on whether you want them to get knocked out or blown up. If it's the latter, I believe that Omega would be happy to contribute,'' Shadow replied. Rouge giggled at the response, with the two leaping off the building and relying the information they gathered to Touka and Omega.

''We got two guards outside, no patrols,'' Rouge told them. ''Unfortunately, we don't know whether there is anyone inside the warehouse, since no one entered or exited the building, but the light is on.''

''There are probably guards inside,'' Touka said, arms folded across her chest. ''I suppose we'll have to sneak inside. Sorry, Omega.''

''There is still 1% chance for complete destruction. There is always 1% chance for complete destruction,'' Omega replied.

''Nice to see your optimism,'' Rouge commented, placing her hand on her hip. ''I haven't seen a back entrance, but some of the windows are shattered, so we have two ways of getting inside. Touka, you're with me. Shadow and Omega, you'll take the front entrance. Don't use excessive violence unless necessary. We want to keep things clean, boys.''

Both Shadow and Omega gave her an annoyed look, while Rouge and Touka countered with a knowing look. They certainly knew their teammates well enough. After performing Chaos Surge, Rouge motioned Touka to follow her, the latter using her hoverboard to keep up with the bat. Meanwhile, Shadow and Omega were rushing towards the front entrance, keeping a close eye on the two rather burly Irregulars. Neither of them could even react when they got knocked out via a kick to the head by a dark figure who appeared out of nowhere. This was followed by Shadow and Omega dragging their unconscious bodies behind several boxes and covering them in tarp so no one would find them and get suspicious. The two then entered the warehouse.

''I know this is a warehouse, but this…'' Shadow muttered, a bit surprised by what he saw.

''It looks like a hoarder house,'' Omega finished his thought.

The two were met by mounds and mounds of clutter; robot parts, all kinds of scrap, boxes of who-knows-what, items of value like jewelry, broken household appliances, and even what appeared to be a black gun case right at the entrance. Shadow sincerely hoped that it was empty. It was a neat freak's worst nightmare, looking like whatever was brought here was just dumped without any thought, turning the whole warehouse into a maze.

''Let's start searching. If we come across someone, we'll take them down non-lethally,'' Shadow told Omega.

''What if they decide to use lethal force?'' Omega asked.

''I don't think any kind of lethal force will be enough to take the two of us down,'' Shadow told him, with Omega making a sound of disappointment. ''But, I suppose if it comes to that, lethal force is approved.''

This immediately caused Omega to perk up, with the two resuming their mission.

xXx

''Called it,'' Touka muttered when she and Rouge spotted a guard walking between the mounds of clutter. The two had entered through the broken window and landed on the catwalk, with Touka slotting her hoverboard back in the bag she was wearing on her back so it wouldn't get in her way. ''Any idea where we should start? The device could be anywhere.''

''I wouldn't be so sure about it,'' Rouge said, pointing at the mounds. ''It looks chaotic, but that mound is solely scrap metal. I think that, despite the lack of organization, certain items go on certain mounds.''

''Now that you mentioned it, yeah, I agree…'' Touka followed Rouge as they swiftly walked over the catwalk, making sure to keep as low as possible so they wouldn't be seen and making sure they didn't make any noise. The two then stopped when they saw a guard right below them, with Touka pressing a finger on her lips to make it clear to Rouge that they couldn't talk and motioning for her to stand still. Their hearts raced as the guard stopped for a moment, looking around, and then continued to walk, not noticing the two above him. Rouge and Touka quickly made their way over to the other end of the building, keeping an eye on the clutter to see whether the device was anywhere close to them as, fortunately, Rouge's client also provided them with the blueprints of the device so they at least had an idea what it looked like.

''This is like searching for a needle in a haystack,'' Touka whispered to Rouge when they reached the other end.

''Fortunately, you're with the world's greatest treasure hunter,'' Rouge replied.

BOOM!

Both Touka and Rouge recoiled when they heard an explosion from where the entrance was, their eyes wide and glancing at each other in disbelief, with Rouge muttering, ''So much for keeping a low profile…''

''I'm sure they'll be fine. Let's go!'' Touka said, grabbing Rouge's hand, with the two running across another catwalk, being ignored by the guard who rushed towards where Omega and Shadow were, not noticing the two above them.

xXx

Shadow had to admit that he was planning on sticking to the plan of not alerting anyone to their presence, but that was a bit difficult due to a partially rebuilt Badnik suddenly waking up just as they passed by, resulting in battle between the three, with Omega gleefully firing at the Badnik. While they had managed to take it down easily, it seemed that this Badnik alerted another one, which was also partially rebuilt. Shadow decided to let Omega deal with it, while he fought off the guards that came running to their location. Some of them were armed with recycled cannons taken from the Badniks, but Shadow was too fast for them, skating between them and punching them right in the face. He could hear someone shout, followed by a blast of energy, and quickly vanished in a flash of light, appearing above his attacker and knocking him down with a swift kick. He grabbed the guard by his neck, lifting him up.

''Where is the directed-energy generator?'' Shadow growled menacingly, with the guard flailing, looking rather frightened.

''I ain't got any clue man, I was just hired to guard this place! I don't do inventory!'' the guard responded in panic. Realizing that he wasn't going to get any answer from him, Shadow threw him into a mound, the latter getting knocked out due to the impact. He turned to Omega.

''Let's find someone who can give us a proper answer,'' he said, with Omega agreeing. The two then sped through the warehouse, fighting anyone who came across them, only to come across a giant polar bear Badnik. While Shadow decided not to question the presence of Badniks inside the warehouse, he did have to wonder whether Dr. Eggman had something to do with it, but part of him doubted it. As for Omega, he didn't care, pointing his cannon arms at it, firing a missile at it and damaging its chest. Shadow wanted to help him, but he was suddenly grabbed by what appeared to be a mini-mecha, tossing him right across the warehouse. The Irregular inside the mini-mecha leapt across the mounds of clutter, landing right in front of the dark hedgehog.

''Not so tough, are we?!'' The guard grinned maliciously, with Shadow getting on his feet. Chaos Energy crackling between his fingers, he rushed towards the mini-mech, avoiding the blade that popped out of its arm and damaging the leg via a summoned Chaos Spear. His AR Visor suddenly buzzed, a small holographic screen popping next to him.

''Shadow, we secured the device,'' Rouge said. ''We're going to get you and Omega.''

''No. Go get Omega and leave this place. I'll find my own way out,'' Shadow replied in a curt tone, hearing a sigh of exasperation, with the screen closing. He turned back to the mini-mech, avoiding another swing of the blade, and spin-dashing right into the chest of the mini-mech, knocking it down. The mini-mech started to spark, with the alarmed Irregular quickly abandoning it as there was a small explosion that caused permanent damage to it. Shadow then scanned his surroundings, wondering if he could find something that would point him towards an exit, only to see some kind of vehicle partially covered by a tarp. He walked up to it and removed the tarp, his eyes widening in surprise at what he saw.

He then smirked.

xXx

Omega was grappling with the polar bear Badnik, the latter having gotten too close for his long-range attacks to properly work. Fortunately for him, a white and pink explosive got dropped on the Badniks head, alongside a Chaos Spear, causing the Badnik to stumble around and Omega firing another missile to finish it off.

''We need to leave now.'' Rouge flew up to him, holding a bag with the device inside it, followed by Touka on the hoverboard, whose eyes were now glowing orange.

''Where is Shadow?'' Omega inquired, following the two to the front entrance.

''He said he'd find his own way out. Hurry up!'' Rouge replied. They suddenly heard an alarm going off, feeling a chill running down their spine when they saw the steel door slowly pulling down. Touka pressed the accelerator on her hoverboard, grabbing Rouge's arm and speeding up, with Omega being just behind them as he used his twin jets to go faster. They managed to reach the entrance just in time, getting outside the warehouse, with the steel door closing behind them.

''I really hope that Shadow made it out,'' Touka said, worried for her brother.

However, before either of them could even say or do anything, they heard an explosion from the side of the building and ran over to it, noting how part of the wall was broken. Suddenly, they heard a mechanical noise of a growling engine, with a Shadow on a black and red motorcycle leaping out of the smoke and rubble, performing a sliding bike stop as he landed on the ground, sparks flying as the metal came in contact with the asphalt.

Touka and Rouge dropped their jaws, completely baffled by this entrance, while Omega was rather impressed. Shadow, on the other hand, had a self-satisfied smirk on his lips, looking incredibly proud of himself.

''You really couldn't help yourself…'' Touka snarked after snapping out of her stunned state. Shadow revved up the bike.

''If we're done here, we should leave now,'' Shadow said, still smirking. The rest of his team could only agree, following Shadow's lead.

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The Guest House - Chapter 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 2,478

A/N: I'm back!! It's been a doozy of a few weeks; lots of grad school homework, illnesses, my brother's wedding. And to top it off had a nice little health scare.

But I've been craving getting back to this story. This chapter is a little shorter but keeps the story moving! Hope you enjoy

“So what exactly did you do before you quit?” Dean asks casually as you head back to the house. 

“Data marketing.” Dean turns towards you with a raised brow. “I look at how and what people spend their money on and make recommendations for how to sell products.” It was the easiest way to explain your job. You’ve tried a few times over the years, and you almost always left people confused, including your mother, who even after seven years still didn’t understand what you did on a daily basis. 

“I’ll take your word for it.” He smirks. “Do you enjoy what you do?” You smile as the town passes outside the windshield.

“I do.” You hum. “For me it’s like a puzzle.” Your hands get animated. “You have all these pieces of information and you have to put them together to figure out how to best market a product. It’s fun. It’s like being a detective except no one dies.” This gets a hearty laugh out of Dean as you come to a stop light.

“A detective?” Dean chuckles with a wide grin as the light turns green. 

“What can I say, I love a good mystery and I have a weak stomach.” You shrug. It was true. You loved a good murder mystery but if you were watching a movie, it was usually through your fingers. Even clearly fake blood churns your stomach. 

Dean pouts out his lower lip as he rolls his head side to side, considering your response.

“Fair enough.” He concedes. 

“What about you?” You ask in return. “You’ve been a mechanic since you were sixteen?” You recall him mentioning it earlier. He nods. 

“I started part-time in high school to make some extra cash. I was saving up for an old car that I wanted to buy and figured taking a mechanic job would be a good place to learn how to fix it up once I got it.”

You look around the cab of the pickup; it doesn’t look like what you would consider a “classic” car, just a regular truck, probably a decade or so old if you had you guess. Dean catches your wandering eye. 

“This is not the car.” He scoffs, almost offended you would think that. “This is my work car. My baby is at a special garage where she’s protected from sun damage, dust, anything else that could damage her.” He begins listing off concerns on each finger on his hand that’s not currently on the steering wheel. 

“Your baby?” You gape at the mention of the presumed pet name. “I’m confused, are we still talking about a car?” His carefree laughter fills the truck.

“Yes, she’s a car, but I built her from the ground up. She’s the most important thing to me.” He speaks with admiration, and your brows fold in at the center, listening to disbelief as the man next to you speaks about a car like a normal person would a child, or a spouse. Definitely not a car.  

“Has Lisa tried renting her on Hertz yet?” You laugh along with him, but you only hear the sound of your voice echoing through the cab. You glance towards him, his smile gone.

“Shit, Dean, I’m sorry.” You sputter, throwing your hands out towards him. “I shouldn’t have said that.” You quickly backpedal, your words almost tripping over each other as you realize what you’ve said.

What a dumb thing to say. You’re literally making fun of his divorce. Smooth, Y/N. If Dean weren’t sitting next to you, you would give yourself a rightful smack to the forehead. 

“No, no, it’s okay.” He tries to assure you, but the lightness in his voice is gone. A silence settles over the truck as you squeeze your eyes shut and turn towards your window. AKA away from Dean. 

Shit. Why the hell did I say that? You mentally berate yourself again. Just as the two of you were finally getting to a good spot. 

“It was a good joke.” Dean chimes in. “Seriously, relax.” You open your eyes and peek over your shoulder to find Dean glancing between you and the road, his lips slightly turned upwards.

“Truly, it’s fine.” You huff out a deep breath. You don’t totally believe him, but at least he wasn’t holding it against you. 

“I swear I didn’t mean it like that.” Your voice drips with sincerity, your body flashing hot with embarrassment. Dean just purses his lips.

“Can I ask you something?” His tone is serious. Oh god. You just look at him and he glances from the road to you. “Are you going to be super awkward now?” 

You huff out a laugh, your heart still pounding hard in your chest as the tightness starts to dissipate. Dean chuckles next to you as the tension is left behind you like the town in the rearview mirror.

Ten minutes later, you’re back at the house, the hood of your car propped open as Dean leans inside, working on removing the corroded battery as you watch a few steps behind him, keeping your distance so as to not hover. 

“You seem to be up early today?” He shoots you a glace over his shoulder as he pops the battery out of its place. He straightens up, giving his lower back a stretch before leaning his prominent figure down and placing the ruined battery on the ground and grabbing the fresh one next to it. 

That was true. The last week or so you had been sleeping in. Especially since you weren’t getting rudely awakened by Dean anymore. But, of course the morning you had plans, this morning, your car decided to crap out. 

“I was actually planning to hike Mount Carmel.” You had been researching some of the local hiking trails around, wanting to get out into nature and get in a workout, and Mount Carmel seemed easy enough that you didn’t have to worry about an injury since you’d be going alone. And a lot of the trail reviews mentioned that the area was safe for solo hiking. You weren’t trying to become a cold case on your vacation. 

“Figured it could be a nice way to start the morning.” You shrug as Dean’s gaze catches yours as he reaches into his toolbox for something.

“Maybe do some meditating once I got to the top. But like everything else with this trip, nothing has gone according to plan.” You take a deep breath and your hands slap against your thighs. 

“Meditating?” His whole face scrunches as he rests the new car battery on the edge of the car as he turns to face you. 

“Yes, meditating.” You challenge back. “It’s good for you.” He raises his eyebrows at you. 

“Isn’t meditating just breathing?” He asks with a slight shake of his head, like he’s trying to work it out for himself.

“Technically yes, but it’s about focusing on your body. Quieting your mind and honing in on the world around you.” Dean rolls his eyes with a scoff and he turns back towards the car.

“You sound like Lisa. She was into yoga and all the crap.” His voice is partially obscured as he leans in towards the engine. 

You fold your lips in, wondering if you should say what just popped into your mind. 

Fuck it. You seemed to be getting along. And it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve a few jabs after the nonsense he had pulled with you the first half of your vacation. 

“It’s really good for anger, you know.” Dean shoots you a look over his shoulder, and you bite down a smirk at his gaze. 

Well god damn if the sun wasn’t hitting him just right as he stared you down. Not to mention the view you were getting as he leaned over the car. 

You had to wonder exactly what went wrong in their marriage for Lisa to leave a man this good-looking. It’s not like people didn’t marry just for looks alone sometimes. But obviously there were some deep-seeded issues considering how bitter their divorce seemed to be, 

“I’m not angry,” He huffs, his bottom lip pouting out. 

“Suurrreee,” You breathe out under your breath as you cross your arms and lean against a nearby tree as he continues to work.

A few minutes later, Dean wipes his hands on his jeans and shuts the hood of your car.

“All set.” He turns towards you with a grin, and you can’t help but match it as you push off the tree and straighten up.

“So how much do I owe you?” You rock back on your heels, your hands resting on your lower back. You were hoping it wasn’t going to be crazy expensive. You really knew nothing when it came to cars, just that you were always left with a nice dent in your credit card bill whenever you had to take it into a shop.

“It’s on the house.” He smiles at you easily. 

“Dean.” Your shoulders drop at his offer. “C’mon, you don’t need to do that.” You start to argue, then a sour thought hits you and you frown. 

“Are you just doing this because you feel bad that I don’t have a job?” Pity. That’s why he was helping you. And that's why you didn't want to tell him about your situation in the first place.

Dean’s smile doesn’t falter as he shakes his head.

“No this is not because I feel bad for you. Consider this my gesture of a fresh start.” He holds his hand out to you, and you can’t stop as your cheeks dimple with your smile as you take it. 

His cool fingers wrap around yours and you tighten your grip on him, not wanting to think you were some fragile little girl who didn’t know how to shake a hand. He just raises his eyebrows before you drop your hold. 

“Pleasure doing business with ya.” You want to wink at him like he did you at the shop, but like you said, no one in real life besides Dean apparently, can actually pull off a wink, so instead you just continue to smile bright.

Dean wants to laugh when you grip his hand extra tight, like you’re trying to prove something, but he just returns your smile instead. 

“By the way,” he starts as he drops your hand, leaning against your bumper as he crosses his arms and ankles. His brows furrow as your tongue briefly peeks out onto your lips, and his own mouth pops open, before he realizes he was in the middle of a sentence. “This time of year Mount Carmel is probably pretty icy. Temps have been below freezing since the month started. If you’re going to hike, you should probably go with someone.”

You roll your eyes with a huff and cross your arms.

“Yeah me and all my friends can go.” You scoff with raised eyebrows. Dean just returns the gesture as he rolls his own eyes. 

“Are you sure you didn’t get fired for being a smart ass?” He shoots back, and your mouth drops open. 

“Huh.” You nod, your tongue pressed against your inner cheek giving you a weird lump that Dean grimaces at.

“Guess I deserve that for the Lisa joke earlier.” You conceded. Dean just gives you a nod to the side, but peppered with a smile, so you know, no hard feelings.

“Guess you did.” Dean smirks as he pushes off the car. 

“By the way, there’s some local hiking groups, maybe you can give them a look to see if they’re doing anything. But if you’re still hellbent on taking a hike, I’m off Thursday, and I’ve hiked it a few times if you still can’t find anyone.” 

The words fall out of his mouth before he even realizes what he was saying. 

What the fuck. 

He had not intended to offer to be your hiking buddy. Hell, he hadn’t hiked those trails since the early years of his marriage, back when he would do anything to make Lisa happy, even if he thought it was stupid. Who wanted to waste their day going for an hours-long walk? Apparently you and his soon-to-be ex wife. 

Your eyebrows raise.

“Seriously?” You ask with skepticism. He doesn’t blame you. 

No going back now.

“Uh, yeah if you want. I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything.” He gives a laugh, but cringes internally. 

Who the fuck says that? Really, what the fuck was he doing. 

You narrow your eyes.

“Sounds like something a serial killer would say.” Your face is serious, but your eyes give you away. A laugh escapes before he can stop it. He definitely wasn’t wrong about you being a smartass. And he likes that he can seemingly read you, whether you mean to show your emotions or not. He wasn’t sure. Yet. 

“Fair enough.” He claps his hands together. “But I gotta be gettin’ back to the shop.” He points his thumb over his shoulder, like his motley crew were waiting behind him. “Someone’s gotta keep those boys in line.

You laugh with raised eyebrows. For some reason, it feels more like you’re laughing at him, and not with him. He feels heat rush up his neck. 

Truly. What the fuck is wrong with me right now. 

“Uhh, but if you have any more car issues, feel free to give me a call. Like you know, I’m right down the street.” He starts to turn, but your voice stops him.

“And how am I supposed to call you if I don’t have your number?” He turns back to you, happy to see you still smiling. Something about it warms the cool morning.

“Right.” He reaches into his back pocket and whips out his phone. “What’s your number?” He pops open a blank text message. When you don’t respond, he looks up. Your smile has turned cheeky, and you look like you have something smart on the tip of your tongue. He decides to beat you to it.

“If you give me a fake number, I kinda know where you live.” He gives you a pointed look before your whole body shakes with the most carefree laugh he’s heard so far. 

“Once more, sounds like something a serial killer would say.” You continue through your giggles. 

“Just give me the damn number.” He huffs and you relent, giving him your number as he types it into the phone.

Dean Winchester. Is all the message says when he sends it, and a moment later you pull your own phone from your pocket, holding up the notification to him triumphantly. 

“I’ll see ya later.” He gives you a low wave before he hops into his truck and heads back to the auto shop for the day.

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“I can’t believe you consider this fun,” he huffs behind you, watching every step he takes. 

“No one forced you to come.” You remind him with an easy breath. Not that you’re trying to taunt him while he seemed to be struggling as he staggered behind you, but it was just another reminder that he truly seemed to hate hiking. 

“You know you could walk on a flat road. I mean, really, what the hells the difference? There’s plenty of trees on the road by my place.”

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I’ve finished the first chapter of the Felix x reader fic! It picks up more after this chapter.

05:30. The robotic beep of an alarm across the room, eyes already half open before it goes off and a tired form stretches to life. Feet on laminate flooring, a shiver at the cold wood, and trudging footsteps carrying you to your dresser. The clock is silenced, the sound of a live radio feed taking its place, spilling out the early morning news as you move to the window, tugging the blinds open and squinting at the pouring light. Still wriggling the life into your fingers and toes on the way to your bathroom, you stifle a yawn feeling unusually groggy this morning.

By 05:45 you’re kitted out for your morning jog, a smug smile lifting your lips as you relish in the quiet streets, loving being awake before most of the other people in your neighbourhood, a certain pride at being active and ready for the day. The chill of the fresh air filling your lungs helps push any residual sleepiness from your mind, and kick start your appetite for breakfast.

Having eaten, showered and dressed for work you’re settled at your desk by 09:00, sifting through files of data and trying to force your eyes to adjust to the scrolling code on your screen. Page after page of information and as you scan through them, you jot down notes in shorthand of all the connections between them, your notebook quickly filling up, the margins taken up by reminders of other things to check, people to reach out to and eventually you have a full web of data to present to your boss. As per usual, you work through lunch, too distracted by your work to notice time passing. When 18:00 came, your phone trilled to life just as you were tidying everything away, with slight apprehension, you lift the receiver to your ear.

“Hey, it’s Troy Marshall, remember from that Expo a few years back?” His voice is warm and friendly, but there’s a tension below the surface that tells you something’s wrong.

“Yeah, of course I remember, you okay? How’s your mum and Terry?” You could already tell this wasn’t a social call, but you didn’t want to jump straight into whatever was bothering him.

“They’re good, they’re good…” Oh god, he’s getting ready to spill something. Your finger twirls the cable anxiously, foot tapping away at the linoleum floor of your office, “So, you remember the expo… You know how you owe me that favour? You need to get to the airstrip for o-three-hundred tomorrow morning. Pack light, I’ve wired you some files to read up on while you fly over. You got all that?” His instructions are rushed, like time isn’t on his side.

“Uhh… Airstrip, three AM, pack light. Right?” You’d noted it down as he spoke, panic rising in your throat as you say your goodbyes and place the receiver back down once you hear the beep at the other end, rushing to catch up with your boss before he leaves for the evening.

The moment he sees you, he beams with pride, gushing about how his trusty intel officer was going to help Frank Woods, a personal friend and the man he thanked for not having everyone around him speaking Russian. You give an awkward laugh and he explains how it’s all been covered on his end - your absence would be recorded as an injury and he’ll make sure your job is secure for whenever you come back. The whirlwind speed at which your comfortable life had been thrown into disarray within a mere ten minutes has your head spinning, but either way you have work to do.

By the time you get home, the sun has gone down and rain is hammering at your windows like a clock ticking down until you needed to be at the strip. You stuff the basics into your duffle bag, a couple of outfits, a towel, pyjamas, toiletries, notebook, pens, and you place the files you’d printed at the very top for easy access.

The cab dropped you off at about 02:15, giving you time to sprint up the runway and be herded onto a helicopter, the guard in the passenger seat with you pulling you up as the propellers start to oscillate. You buckle in, pulling on a headset for communication with the pilot and that’s when you find out where you’re headed. Bulgaria. Just after the lifting of the iron curtain, specifically an abandoned KGB safe house, according to the files Troy sent you.

Said files seem to be dossiers on the location, along with each member of your team. Troy Marshall, who you already knew from an expo event that saw each of your promising career programs, among others, coming together to blow air up each other’s arses. He’d gotten you out of some bother with higher ups after you got tipsy and told them all about your opinion of them parading their overworked protégés around, using them and you to stroke their own egos. Since then, you owed him a favour, and this was how he was caching it in. William Calderon, Troy’s teammate who’d joined him in going rogue. Frank Woods, whose reputation precedes him, and a smile lifts your features when you see he’s taken Troy under his wing. That leaves Sevati Dumas, a freelance assassin who struck out from the Guild in Avalon, previously helping Adler investigate Pantheon, and finally Felix Neumann. Ex Stasi, completed compulsory military service in Germany and then went into training with East Germany’s secret police. You knew of them, Germany’s answer to the KGB, seeding distrust among their people and collecting informants among the general populace through fear and coercion. He’d been one of their enforcers, you dread to think the things he’d done at their orders. But apparently he’d seen the light, fleeing to West Germany in a bid to escape their brutality and wash his hands of violence. Direct violence, at least, as he’d moved onto providing his technical expertise to criminal organisations instead.

I guess we all have to get our hands dirty sometimes, you think, and this time it’s your turn. Once you’d scanned through every document, you let yourself drift off into sleep, hoping the remainder of the nine hour journey would pass you by in your slumber.

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Thunderstruck

Tyler Owens x OFC!

Description: When cowgirl meets cowboy after a year of no-contact and chaos ensues during storm season!

Rating: M (Mentions of blood and death in Tornadoes and storms alike, angst and loss of loved ones, car accidents, Tornado aftermath, and injury to characters)

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May, 2024

Oklahoma

"Well, at least we got data from inside the vortex, that's always fun." Sarah chirped from her curled up position inside the Warlock, the wing doors open as Riley was elbow deep in the engine. Oil and grime on her face as her hair started to fall from its ponytail. Bare fingers going through components and wires, yanking, pulling, and throwing over her shoulder. Grabbing the extra parts she needed from the paper plate set up on the corner of the open hood. "The doctors also said you need to take it easy!"

“I wouldn’t call ex-pre-med Sam who gave me my stitches a doctor, but okay, besides I am taking it easy!” She could feel the continued stares of every chaser in the lot, new or veteran. She knew what this vehicle meant not only to her but also to the community. The Warlock had been going since before she was born. She's replaced the engine and just about every part in it before at least twice. It was a money pit. It would be cheaper to just make a new one. Their grants would pay for it easily, but she couldn't let go of this one. She wouldn't.

She grunted as she leaned over a little farther, arm almost completely swallowed by the huge piece of machinery. She knew this vehicle like the back of her hand, and it showed. She pulled back and grabbed a wrench from an undergrad, muttering a 'thanks' under breath before tightening something and then putting her flashlight in her mouth to wrap some wires in electrical tape. Ripping out old ones and putting in new ones. She kicks the bumper and bangs the wrench against a component to the side. Leaning around side and wiping her hands off on a rag.

"Try it now Sarah!" Riley called, her head bowing down as her eyes closed. "Come on, come on, come on." She muttered under her breath.

When it roars to life her head snapped up and she fist pumped with a whoop, Sarah coming out to hug her. Swaying them back and forth.

"Not finished yet." Riley looked to Sarah and smirked, the brunette let the blonde go, allowing her to carefully climb into the front seat, flipping up the switch over the trigger for the spikes. "You filming this?" She called out, a little louder than normal, so Sarah could hear it.

"You bet your cute behind I am!" Was Sarah's response. And Riley chuckled inside the vehicle, shaking her head.

"Spikes deploying on 3!" Riley called out, knowing what was about to happen. "2!" The whole lot had joined in, the chorus of voices in the night one of the best sounds Riley had ever heard. "1!" It reminded her just how many people her dad had inspired or had loved him, that his memory lived on. Through her. "Deploy! Deploy! Deploy!"

The sound of the two foot long solid spikes striking through the asphalt sent a shock through the cab and Riley laughed raucously at the sensation. Next, she swung herself out of the vehicle with a huge smile, laughing some more when she felt arms around her and the next thing she knows she was on Daniels shoulders. The college junior grinning up at her with bright eyes, Riley looked back to the lot and took in all the chasers for a second. Feeling her eyes prickle a bit, her smile going wobbly for a second before she pulled it together.

"It lives!" Riley screamed to the parking lot, throwing up her left fist in the air in celebration.

"It lives!" Her hoard of undergrads echo, jumping and screaming together. Jenny, the only other theatre major on their team, who was corrupted by Sarah on her way out following it with the evilest witch cackle Riley had ever heard.

The parking lot erupted into cheers and Riley subtly wiped around her eyes as she was lowered to the ground. Small laughs still bubbling past her lips as she shared in a few more moments of pure joy with her team. The one she put together and chose, everyone really becoming like a family over the months of prep for this storm season making this moment all that much better. Because they believed in her, they thought she could do this, they supported her and drive. They would never dream of telling her to slow down, to give up on her dreams.

"Wonderful, now will you go shower? You are literally still covered in your own blood." Sarah winced and gestured to Riley and how she was still in her bloodied, cut up tank top, and dusty cargo pants from the chase earlier.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Riley swiped at her and Sarah dodged, her still damp hair just out of reach of Riley's oil stained skin. "I'm going, I'm going."

"Good, because you smell like storm and diesel and it's giving me a migraine." Sarah smiled and gestured to the staircase down the walkway from where they were able to get the Warlock. After it decided to stop running a mile before they got back to the motel. They had to have it hooked up to the tech van while pushing it with six of the biggest guys they had that last mile with Riley in the driver's seat steering it. It was horrible. "Also there's pizza on the table, eat something."

"Yes mom." Riley dragged out and turned while taking off, feeling higher than she had in months while covered in mud, grime, and blood. She had barely taken a couple steps before she ran into another body and her hand darted to her side as she hissed and took a couple steps back to steady herself.

"I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine Kate, I shoulda been watching better." Riley's accent came out a little heavier than she meant because of the stinging radiating through her ribs. But she still grinned, even if in pain, nothing could ruin her good mood right now.

"How are you, I saw you get hit, I thought-" Kate cut herself off, looking to the ground for a second, "I'm happy you're okay, looked pretty rough out there."

"Thanks." Riley went to lay a hand on Kate's shoulder but stopped herself, Kate saw the movement and chuckled. "I would but uh- I'm kind of dirty, sorry." Riley laughed, though her grin carried an awkward stress in the corners as she tried to keep smiling, wiping her palm down her thigh as if trying to clean it against the dusty fabric would actually do anything.

"You headed up?" Kate motioned to the staircase, resituating her backpack on her shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks." Riley started walking and Kate followed, side by side in easy silence. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, with my questions. I tend to let myself get carried away when I get curious."

"Oh, it's fine." Kate waved her off but Riley pushed on.

"No. It's not. My daddy raised me better than to go snoopin' in someone else's business. So, I apologize. Please just take it." Riley chuckled tightly, she couldn't take any more guilt, even just this one thing.

"Thank you." Kate breathed after taking a moment, meeting Riley at the bottom of the stairs before they both started up.

"There is pizza in my room if your hungry," Riley started, "Unless you already-"

"I haven't but I'm okay. Thank you though."

"Yeah, of course." Riley breathed, trying to remember when it suddenly became so hard to make friends. Turning the corner at the landing and stopping dead in her tracks when her name was called out. Well, a name she hasn't been called in a while.

"Rocky!"

"Rocket!"

Kate stopped as well, looking to Riley with eyebrows drawn tight, head tilting to the side, "Rocket?"

"Just an old nickname. Uh Hey guys." Riley waved, her smile tense but softening when her eyes met Lily's, "Hey Lils." Her eyes darted around the whole group in greeting before landing on the one pair she had hoped to avoid. "Owens."

Tyler worked his jaw when Riley's grin dropped and his last name spit from her lips.

"Go east, she said, the west will choke each other out, she said." He quipped, sarcastic grin on his handsome face. Hands pausing their work on the spinning sensor on top of his truck. His eyes cut to Kate for a split second before drilling back into Riley, "Hey Storm Par."

Kate frowned at him, her eyebrows pulling down as she rolled her shoulders back. Riley stepped a little in front of her, leaning her elbows on the siding.

"Well, I still didn't manage to throw you off the scent, did I?" Riley grinned, her eyes glinting in the dim lighting of the parking lot, anger festering under the surface. "I must be losing my touch."

"I-I wouldn't say that." A voice she hadn't heard in person before piped up from beside Tyler, his pink cheeks, big brown eyes, and warm looking skin all very inviting. His smile wide and carefree, she was a little jealous. "I mean, that was great, with the Warlock. Just awesome..." Boone trialed off, holding up a finger as his face went through a couple different emotions, Riley's anger simmering as she allowed herself to enjoy the show. Enjoying the new character. "Have you ever thought about, and hear me out here, putting rocket launchers on the Warlock?" The man punctuated the words 'rocket' and 'launchers' with his hands before gesturing to the chasing vehicle with her small army surrounding it, only the older undergrads still lingering.

Riley can't stop the laugh that bubbles from her lips, "No, I have not." She shakes her head a bit as a more bitter thought filtered in and it showed on her face as she wet her lips, "I'm not exactly trying to run around firing fireworks up into tornadoes. You know you could have caused a fire like that? The sparks could have gotten carried into the dry wheat field. People could have gotten hurt."

Boone's smile dimmed a little and he looked back to Tyler when Riley's eyes shifted from his. Locking onto the blonde, her words cutting his soul. The look of disappointment flashing in her eyes was just the twist of the knife.

"Tyler knew that wouldn't happen, that's what makes him famous." Boone defended his friend, a small frown on his face as he looked up to Riley.

"On Youtube?" Kate piped up for the first time, head tilting to the side as she also stared down the blonde now. Stepping up to Riley's side, mimicking her position.

"Yeah!" Boone got excited again, missing Kate's sarcasm and other members of the crew confirmed over 1 million now. Riley was impressed, last season they were no where near that. That was a far far away dream. A tinge of pride streaked through her chest and she shared a more genuine smile with Lily.

"Riley St. James correct? Just in case I include you in my article." Riley looked down into the spectacle covered eyes of the British reporter that was following Tyler around. Riley grinned, genuinely, not like he had ever done anything to her. Tyler huffed, biting down on the inside of his cheek to temp the green eyed monster.

"That's correct. At your service, if you need anything or these chuckles are giving you a hard time let me know, I'll straighten them out for ya okay?" Riley chuckled when Ben smiled up at her, nodding at her before looking to Kate.

"And your name? For the same reason, if you don't mind." Ben was so polite. So different than the rough and tumble rag tag team Tyler had created for himself.

"Just Kate is fine. Not Storm Par." Some low whistles come from the group when Kate bared her claws. Riley looked to her with raised eyebrows, her grin easy.

"Don't be fooled Ben, Riley is a tricky one. I'd bet Kate here is too." Tyler comments and Riley does her best to ignore him.

"You made a good call, you know, earlier. The other storm looked stronger, but the cap never broke." Boone complimented and Riley nodded.

"I'm sorry, what's a 'cap'?" Ben asked, looking like a confused puppy and Riley took a breath. Her mouth opening at the same time Dexter went to answer.

"It's a temperature inversion-" They both started at the same time, Riley's voice much more enthusiastic and Dexter zipped his mouth shut grinning up at her before gesturing up to her. Riley grinned bashfully, tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear.

"It's a temperature inversion inside the mid-part of the lower atmosphere. Inversion meaning that the temperature of the air get's hotter as it rises instead of cooling like normal. It creates a stable environment that can and will keep a storm from forming or from getting severe. Sometimes when it's really strong looking, you can't always trust what's there." Riley explained, "That make sense?" She checked and Ben thought about it for a second, Riley glanced at Kate and rolled her shoulders back before continuing, "If not I have some videos on my channel that go over it in better detail, they're pretty short and sweet, and explain it in a more non-meteorology way." The Brit sent her an appreciative grin before nodding and thanking her.

Lily taking a sneaky picture of Tyler and how he was smiling a bit, catching him perfectly as he glanced up at the dirty blonde on the landing.

"So where did you all meet?" Kate gestured to Riley and the others, "Did you all study Meteorology at the U of A?" It was quiet for a second before the majority of the group was laughing. Riley doing her best to keep her amusement at bay. Kate looking to Riley confused, while Riley could only give the woman a kind grin.

"Yeah. No. None of us did. But Tyler did. He's a cowboy scientist. Got a natural feel for this kind of stuff." Boone threw an arm over Tyler's shoulders from his spot next to the blonde in the cab of the red truck.

"Him?" Kate asked immediately, her filter obviously failing in that moment. Riley barked out a laugh before clapping her hand over her mouth. Feeling her cheeks gone bright red. Kate looked to her with raised eyebrows.

"Nothin' uh, I'm in the PhD program right now. But uh, their crew isn't like yours, or even mine really." Riley started to explain before Tyler cut her off. She wanted to kill him.

"We don't need fancy PhD's and gadgets to do what we do." Tyler looked up from where he had previously been looking, in his head about something. His words struck a particularly soft spot and when his eyes cut to her, he could tell the effect his words had on Riley and he wanted to kick himself. But he pushed on, being the asshole she though he was, "I bet these guys have seen more tornadoes than anyone in this lot combined. Minus Riley, she's been doing this since she was 12, she doesn't count."

"Nice Tyler. Still the same I see."

"No need to fix what ain't broken." He grinned caustically and Riley frowned. Her mood officially ruined.

"We apparently have different definitions of broken." Riley grinned right back, eyes squinted in fury.

"Do you think we'll see another one tomorrow?" Ben asked, putting himself right in the firing line, poor guy. He couldn't tell they were all walking on the mine field created by Tyler and Riley issues.

"Oh absolutely!" Riley nodded a little too enthusiastically.

"It's an outbreak baby." Tyler answered over the top of her and Riley took a deep breath.

"Where are you chasing tomorrow?" Lily asked, "It'd be cool to see you out there again, it's been so long, almost felt like the good old days."

Riley softened again and was about to answer honestly before Tyler was kicking up dust again, "Oh no, we're not falling for that again. I mean, it may feel like she's back but she's not part of the crew anymore, we don't need her to navigate for us."

That was her limit.

"Fuck you, Tyler." Riley spit and stormed up the stairs, ignoring the calls of her name.

"Well, you know what they say, you can always trust a guy who puts his face on a t-shirt." Kate rolled her eyes and went up after Riley. The reaction of the chasing group below them dulled in Riley's ears, "Hey, you okay?" Kate called, getting to Riley's door just before she closed it.

Riley was obviously just putting on a brave face when she waved Kate off, and the slightly older blonde frowning but taking it. It's not like she had a right to dig. What was it Riley said earlier about not getting into other people's business?

But she had so many questions, specifically about the trailer of empty barrels and Dorothy on the back of them.

But that wasn't her business.

~~*~~

Riley's shower had been quick, used to hurrying through everything just in case a storm warning rolled through. It was something that Tyler always complained about, that she never allowed herself time to breathe, to rest. A workaholic who had no sense of self-preservation. Is how she believed he phrased it.

She did feel better though, now that her skin was clean, and her clothes weren't stiff with dried blood. Having changed into another tank top, this one a medium toned brown with a white embroidered cloud and a couple yellow stars on the chest, a pair of blue jeans, and her work boots. Which were just heavy-duty hiking boots really.

Padding to the table after she tied her shoes, pawing at the open pizza box, pulling out a slice of pepperoni, and taking a bite. Building her courage to head back down to the parking lot, there was still work to be done tonight. She had to prep the mixture all over again, as she was the only one who knew the measurements besides Sarah, and Sarah was already working on crunching the numbers for tomorrow's storm cells and the data they needed to get out asap. There were some data sets from inside a vortex, due to her, her dad, and her current team. There was no one else doing this kind of research right now and that's why grants kept coming their way.

And then she had to make sure the undergrads with responsibilities didn't shuck them off till the morning when they were planning an early start.

Making a checklist, she finished her pizza, tossing the rock-hard crust back into the box for Sarah who liked to knaw on it like a fucking dog to a bone. Riley was honestly too scared to ask about it, psycho behavior, truly.

Her hand hovered over the door nob and slowly opened it, locking it behind her and taking a breath as she approached the stairs. Ignoring Tyler's looks as she walked past the first landing without even a glance in his direction.

"You look better, than before. Less tired, less bloody." His voice stopped her in its tracks, the genuine concern she could hear. Picturing the way that he used to look at her. After she had gone down another research rabbit hole and hadn't slept in 48 hours, probably also hadn't eaten in that time either. Soft concern and gooey warmth dripping over her every frayed nerve as he would drag her to bed and make her comfortable before pulling up the covers around them and holding her so tight she thought there was never going to be a time it wouldn't be like that.

"Thanks." She whispered over her shoulder and darted down the rest of the way.

~~*~~

[crimson-typewriter]

~Carmen POV~

As I stepped out of the cab, still feeling tired after a flight that felt like forever, I turned to the cab driver and thanked him, handing him his money. He yelled the classic “please give me 5 stars” before driving away. I turned back to admire the house in front of me. It wasn’t anything lavish, just quite decent. Honestly, I expected something more from someone who is the son of one of the richest men in the country, but then again, it might look better on the inside.

I walked up to the front door with my suitcase in hand and my backpack slung around my shoulder. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I rang again. Still no answer. I rang it one last time, and someone finally answered after what felt like forever. The door opened. I was met with a tall man who wore a bandana around his eyes and an unzipped sweater, revealing he had no shirt on. I rolled my eyes at the sight of this.

“Look, I don’t want any girl scout cookies now, get lost,” he said in a deep, annoyed voice.

“Damn, what did the girl scouts ever do to you?” I retorted.

He looked down, realizing I am, in fact, not a girl scout. “W-what, Carmen?” His eyebrows raised with shock. “What are you doing here?”

“Okay, first of all, rude. I was expecting a better welcome than that. Second of all, you said I can move in with you.”

“Yeah, next Thursday. It’s Tuesday.”

“Long story but my ex decided to be an asshole, so now I’m here.” I shrugged

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. So that means I have to move in earlier than expected.”

He sighed. “Look, I’m sorry if this is earlier than you expected. I would’ve let you know, but my data isn’t exactly the best. I can stay at a hotel or something,” I said with a nervous smile, feeling a bit guilty.

Aaron sighed, letting out a slight chuckle. “No, it's okay. Come in.” He walked into the house, and I followed him, locking the door behind me. We entered the living room.

“Since you came earlier than I expected, you’re gonna have to sleep on the couch,” he stated as I dropped all of my bags on the floor.

“Alright, this place is…”

“Watch it, you’ll be staying here for a bit.”

“...cozy,” I finished, observing the traditional living room with brick walls and wooden furniture. As I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice there were no pictures, not even of his family. I remembered Aaron's rocky relationship with his parents. It was something we bonded over.

As I stared at the empty wall, my mind went back to a couple of years ago when my parents and I had a huge argument.

~

I had just gotten home, excited to share my decision with my parents. I had finally decided I wanted to move out. I thought they’d be proud of me for wanting to be independent.

I sat them down in the living room, heart pounding with anticipation. But it didn’t take long for things to unravel.

My mom’s face twisted in disapproval. “You won’t last a week on your own,” she said flatly. “You’ll be begging to come back.”

My dad’s reaction was even worse. His face darkened as his voice sharpened. “Ungrateful,” he spat. “After everything we’ve done for you, this is how you repay us?”

I couldn’t believe it. My chest tightened as frustration bubbled up. “You’re not even listening!” I cried, tears threatening to spill.

“We don’t have to listen to know it’s a bad idea,” Dad snapped, his tone laced with cold frustration. He’s been like this for as long as I can remember , quick to anger, impossible to please. I’ve spent my whole life walking on eggshells around him, terrified of setting him off. If you said something he didn’t like, you’d get the silent treatment for a week.

“We’re just being realistic,” my mom added, her voice sharp. “You won’t survive out there. You’ll come crawling back.” She’s always been quick to criticize, never to support. Whether it was a hobby, my appearance, style and my taste in men... though that one might actually be valid.

Don’t get me wrong, they’ve had their good moments when they were there for me. But moments like this made it hard to talk to them growing up.

This wasn’t the first argument I’d had with them, but it was the first time both of them were united against me like this. I thought they’d get over it in a week, maybe throw in a few passive-aggressive comments here and there. But I was wrong.

My dad’s expression hardened, his voice cold and cutting. "I've had enough of your nonsense," he said in Vietnamese, his words sharp as a knife. "You want to move out? Fine. Go live your life. But don’t you dare come crawling back when it all falls apart. And don’t ever talk to me or your mother again."

I stood there, frozen, tears streaming down my cheeks as they walked away. Out of all the fights we’ve had, this was the worst. I knew, deep down, that things would never be the same after this.

~

"Carmen?” Aaron's voice snapped me back into reality. I turned around and saw him holding the pillow and blanket he said he would bring earlier. “Are you okay? I've been calling your name for 15 minutes,” he said with concern.

“Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking,” I replied, not wanting to share what I was thinking about. It would only lead to questions I’m too tired to deal with.

“Are you sure?” he asked with concern.

“Mhm,” I simply replied, nodding.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Well, here is your blanket and pillow.” He handed them to me. I looked down at the pillow and blanket with dinosaur print all over them. I looked up at Aaron with a confused expression on my face.

“Don’t ask.”

“Alright,” I said slowly, lightly tossing them onto the couch. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to.”

“Don’t worry about it. Plus, it's nice seeing you again. I haven’t seen you since middle school. You’ve grown a lot, and I’m proud of you for that and becoming your own person,” he said softly.

“You’re so cheesy,” I said, scrunching my nose, but relaxing into a smile. “But thank you, I really appreciate it,” I added. He smiled.

I stretched my arms in the air and let out a loud yawn. Aaron chuckled. “Tired?”

“Yeah, I barely got any sleep on the plane. I sat next to the washrooms and an arguing couple, it was entertaining, but I didn’t get any sleep,” I said, flopping onto the couch.

Aaron chuckled again. “You should really get some rest. If you need anything or have any questions, just ask me,” he said as he was about to go up the stairs.

“Wait, I have a question,” I called out, stopping him.

“Yes?”

“Why are you shirtless?”

He looked at me confused. “What?”

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt? Did you lose it?”

“What do you mean? I am wearing a shirt.” Aaron said, looking down at himself.

“No, you are wearing an unzipped sweater with absolutely nothing underneath. If you are trying to look for girls, I don't think this is the right way..”

He rolled his eyes “Haha very funny” He picks up the pillow and chucks it at me before going back upstairs, leaving me on the couch dying of laughing.

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okay, this is interesting. the pricing, both for data and voip calls, might in a fair number of cases be beaten by other options, but I think the real appeal of this is as a backup option. it's pay-as-you-go, so if you don't use it it's free, and it claims to be a single non-expiring esm that you can install once and that'll work almost anywhere (att+tmo in the US, so particularly interesting if your normal plan is vzw-only like that total wireless plan mentioned), plus outgoing voip calls in-app.

so what I'm hearing is that if I have a dual esim phone and install and set this up, my out of pocket cost is zero (or I guess a few dollars one-time to have a nonzero balance), but if you then abduct me and drop me almost anywhere in the world I can get data, look up the nearest hotel, and call a cab, at which point I'll happily pay whatever fees I've accrued doing so.

that's pretty neat!

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In loving memory of Tom Waits (he’s not dead yet, just gettin’ real old) on his birthday -today, I’d like to reminisce about that time I was in a roll over the day after christmas. It does fray at the edges and reconnect where I’m going just trust me. Anyway. It was 2011, I’d failed out of one college and wasn’t able to foot the bill of the other i’d attended for the semester while I attempted to put my life in some semblance of .. anything really. To be fair, I was only about 20 and I don’t think anyone should have their life plotted out by then anyway because you always need a little wiggle room.

Where was I? Oh yeah.

I was hurtling along the interstate going sixty miles per hour in the passenger seat of a red ford owned (and operated, I’m far too gay to drive) by my high school friend. We’ll call her Leaves because I did, even though her mother hated it. “I named her Olivia for a reason!” she’d say. Then tell me I’m going to hell in the same breath. Wonderful woman, Wendy. I’m still surprised she never banned me from her house, even after I chopped her daughter’s beautiful hair into a shitty pixie cut when we were sixteen. Leaves must have had worse, even more Godless friends. Or maybe she figured if she tried to stop Leaves from seeing me her daughter might choose me over her and she wasn’t nearly brave enough for that.

I’m in the passenger seat going sixty and I’ve decided that Leaves doesn’t want to hear me read “Metamorphosis” by Jeffrey Lang. If you’re a Star Trek fan- no, if you’re a Data fan, I can only recommend it. If you’re driving at three in the morning from somewhere in New Hampshire to the middle of Massachusetts and your car is in the vicinity of Salem (the one in New Hampshire, not the fun witchy one) I’ve found it to be the last thing you want to be reading aloud when you’re struck with the realization that maybe, just maybe, you might be boring the woman driving because she’d never seen an episode of Star Trek in her life but she loved seeing how passionate you were-are- were.

The truck cab is warm while I’m holding my ipod touch- my parents got it for me for Christmas last year even though at the time I didn’t think I deserved it, and I’m playing Tom Waits’ “You are Innocent When You Dream” and ripping my throat imitating the deep gravel of his voice, I sound like a muppet fucked a plastic rock tumbler, but Leaves is laughing.

And that’s all I care about.

Then it’s three am on a lonely strip of interstate while I’m singing along to Tom Waits to my best friend and the truck hits a jersey barrier on the passenger’s side going sixty miles an hour and-

Time slows down.

There are sparks above my head-

We are upside down and-

Leaves is like a ragdoll in the driver’s seat but-

The pavement is so blue it’s like a dark horizon-

my ipod touch hits my chin as I brace my arms-

I call her name, my voice ragged already-

And then we’re hung suspended on our sides. Leaves is screaming. I’m not. I have to manually roll down my window, somehow the only one to survive the crash intact, unbuckle myself, climb out, grab Leaves (still screaming) and haul her out with me. We jump to the ground (the truck is on it’s side) and I pull my phone out of my pocket and call 911. We’re scraped and bruised but otherwise fine.

I look at Leaves.

She looks at me.

“Did you really just fall asleep to me singing Tom fuckin Waits?”

“Yeah”

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[babylove007]

7am-8:30am EST,

Have You Missed A Step On The Stairs, Between 7am-8:30am EST?

And How Good Is Our God, When One Of Our Children, One of Our Pilot's Girls Are Sending Out A Distress Signal?

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Has Air Traffic Control, Any of Our Pilots In The Air Had a communication voice stumble? Has Air Traffic Control, Any of Our Pilots In The Air Had a step and communication stumble, between 7am-8:30am EST?

I have been hit by yellow school bus fluids as a child, and tortured at Camp 30, Bowmanville

I am on a busy school route, Kingston Ontario.

The staff here at the shelter, turn on the lights at 7:30 and start rythming off times.

Incorrect Time Call Out.

Body Memorized Incorrect Time Call Out.

Staff Touching Me In My Sleep.

Sam, standing staring at me, before she says "Lycee its 8:15am, time to wake up"

Jordan, comes in "Allyce its 8:20am. Time to wake up."

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Earlier this week, City of Kingston placed me in a hockey arena hallway, for the second time With my head swelling with the movement of ice chemicals through the pipes, And I just want to know, What our air traffic control has to say, What our pilots have to say, What my loved ones in Russia, China, & at London Heathrow have to say,

I can't believe this city has watched me sick and seizuring twice a day every day at Yellow School Bus Time, since October 2023,

And they still think this is acceptable.

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I hear our Pilots when they say "Hi Lycee" (LeeSee) I hear Kingston Police, sometimes ok, sometimes direspectful, I heard the submarine before it came up at me out of the water, In Summer 2008.

My fitbit, I miss my fitbit, and I'm sure that is graphs of data you can compare to.

tagged/fitbit

38 Cowdy Street, Kingston Ontario ----------------------------------------

Updated 11:26am May 18th, 2025

I Had 1.5 Cans of Stella Beer.

They Got The Small Unopened Bottle of Appleton Rum. And An Entire Cooler of Marinating Food & Cookware.

In A Bunker Cab Transport.

[radobjectdreamland]

Elevators Safety System Market Trends and Innovations Reshaping Urban Vertical Transportation Safety Standards

Introduction

The Elevators Safety System Market is witnessing rapid evolution as urbanization intensifies and the demand for safer, smarter, and more efficient vertical transportation systems grows. With more high-rise buildings shaping modern cityscapes, ensuring elevator safety has become paramount. Technological innovations and regulatory mandates are driving significant changes in how elevator systems are designed, operated, and maintained, reshaping global safety benchmarks and improving urban mobility experiences.

Market Trends Driving Change

One of the prominent market trends in the elevator safety system sector is the growing adoption of smart safety mechanisms integrated with IoT and AI technologies. These systems offer real-time monitoring, predictive maintenance, and instant response to potential hazards. Smart sensors detect anomalies such as excessive speed, door malfunctions, or cable irregularities, alerting maintenance teams instantly to prevent accidents and reduce downtime.

Another notable trend is the increased emphasis on energy-efficient and regenerative safety systems. Modern elevators now incorporate regenerative drives that not only improve efficiency but also ensure controlled braking during power failures or emergency stops. This dual focus on safety and sustainability is attracting both regulators and developers toward next-generation systems.

Furthermore, there is a rising demand for touchless control panels and voice-activated systems in the post-pandemic era, aimed at minimizing physical contact and enhancing hygiene while maintaining safe operations.

Innovations Reshaping Safety Standards

Technological innovation is at the heart of the ongoing transformation in elevator safety systems. One of the most impactful advancements is the development of advanced braking systems with electromagnetic or hydraulic fail-safe mechanisms. These systems ensure elevator cabs remain secure even during mechanical failures, significantly reducing the risk of free falls or uncontrolled movements.

Another major innovation is cloud-based diagnostics. With cloud integration, elevator systems can continuously send performance data to centralized servers for analysis. This enables proactive interventions, helps avoid critical failures, and extends equipment lifespan. Companies are also leveraging machine learning algorithms to identify subtle patterns that precede safety issues, ensuring early resolution.

Moreover, emergency communication systems have evolved with two-way video and voice interfaces, allowing trapped passengers to communicate with security personnel in real time. These enhancements provide psychological comfort and improve rescue operations during incidents.

Regulatory Push and Urban Development Impact

Stricter safety regulations from global and regional authorities are significantly influencing the Elevators Safety System Market. Regulatory bodies are now mandating regular inspection intervals, compliance certifications, and integration of specific safety features such as overspeed governors, automatic rescue devices (ARD), and door safety sensors.

Additionally, urban development projects in emerging economies are accelerating demand for modern elevator systems equipped with advanced safety features. High-rise residential and commercial buildings in Asia-Pacific and the Middle East are particularly driving this trend. Smart city initiatives are further boosting investments in safety-enhanced vertical transport systems, ensuring alignment with digital infrastructure development.

Market Outlook and Future Trajectory

The future of the Elevators Safety System Market is firmly rooted in continued innovation and smart integration. Market players are investing heavily in R&D to offer intelligent solutions that balance cost, safety, and user experience. The market is also likely to see increased collaboration between elevator manufacturers and tech firms specializing in AI, cloud, and sensor technologies.

With a rising focus on accessibility and inclusivity, safety systems tailored for the elderly and people with disabilities are also gaining prominence. Features such as speech-controlled panels, anti-skid flooring, and intuitive alarm systems are becoming standard in new elevator designs.

In summary, the Elevators Safety System Market is undergoing transformative growth, driven by technology, regulations, and urban demand. These dynamics are not only raising safety standards but also shaping the future of vertical transportation in modern cities.

[oakridgeford]

2025 Ford F-150 Trim Levels | Near London, ON

The 2025 Ford F-150 leads the full-size pickup market with top performance, versatile trims, and advanced tech. Here's a trim breakdown.

The 2025 Ford F-150 dominates the full-size pickup truck market with its amazing performance, versatile trim options, and latest technology. Whether you are looking for a luxurious truck or a practical workhorse with exclusive features, the F-150 can be a great choice for everyone. Here is a detailed breakdown of its trim levels to help you make the right choice.

Brief Comparison of Ford F-150 Trim Levels:

Ford F-150 XL

The XL trim is well-known for those looking for a solid work truck with significant features. Its bold design ensures practicality and durability. Some of the keen features of XL trim are:

Available 4x4 for improved traction

SYNC® 4 infotainment system with an 8-inch touchscreen

Durable vinyl seating for easy cleaning

Ford Co-Pilot360™ safety features

Standard 2.7L EcoBoost® V6 engine

This is best for Budget-conscious buyers or fleet owners seeking a capable truck.

Ford F-150 XLT

The XLT trim gives a blend of affordability with better tech features and added comfort. Key features include:

Additional Ford Co-Pilot360™ safety features

Chrome bumpers and grille for added style

18-inch aluminum wheels

Cloth upholstery with improved comfort

Enhanced towing capabilities with trailer assist features

It is best suited for drivers seeking value-packed trucks with practical updates.

Ford F-15 Lariat

The Lariat trim introduces luxurious interiors and the latest technology for a convenient drive. Some of the highlights are:

Premium leather-trimmed seating with heated and ventilated front seats

2.7L EcoBoost® V6 engine for increased power.

SYNC® 4 with enhanced voice recognition

Remote start system for added convenience

12-inch productivity screen for enhanced vehicle data visibility

It is best for buyers who seek powerful performance and premium comfort.

Ford F-150 King Ranch®

The King Ranch® trim offers powerful performance and bold styling, which is ideal for those who want a unique look. Features include:

Advanced trailering technology for effortless towing

B&O® Sound System by Bang & Olufsen for enhanced audio

Exclusive King Ranch® badging and premium leather seating

5.0L Ti-VCT V8 engine.

It is best for drivers who need comfort and luxury in one place with premium features.

Ford F-150 Platinum

The Platinum trim is well-known for its exclusive design and high-end features, including:

Adaptive cruise control with lane-centering

Power-deployable running boards for convenience

5.0L Ti-VCT V8 Full Hybrid engine for enhanced efficiency

Signature LED lighting for improved visibility

It is for those looking for a premium truck with advanced technology and comfort.

Ford F-150 Tremor®

It is built for adventure; the Tremor® trim is made to meet off-road capabilities. Features include:

Trail Control™ system for easy off-road driving

2.7L EcoBoost® V6 engine for powerful performance

Unique Tremor® styling and bold accents

Off-road suspension with increased ground clearance

It is a top choice for off-road enthusiasts looking for a rugged truck.

Ford F-150 Raptor®

The Raptor® is manufactured for ultimate off-road performance. Key features include:

Trail Control™ and Terrain Management System™

FOX™ Live Valve shocks for superior suspension control

High-output 3.5L EcoBoost® engine for unmatched performance

Reinforced steel frame for extreme durability

Best for hardcore off-roading lovers.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Which Ford F-150 trim offers the best towing and payload capacity? A: The best Ford F-150 for towing will have the 3.5-liter EcoBoost V-6 engine, a SuperCrew cab, a 6.5-foot box, and a 4x4 layout; it will offer a towing capacity of 13,500 pounds1 (the highest-rated 2025 Ford F-150 towing capacity) while also having the largest cargo bed available for the SuperCrew cab.

Q: What new features are added to the 2025 Ford F-150 compared to previous models? A: The 2025 Ford F-150 introduces enhanced towing and hauling features, a new PowerBoost hybrid option, expanded BlueCruise availability, and new exterior colors like Marsh Gray and Space White Metallic, building upon the strengths of previous models.

Q: Where can I find a Ford dealership near London, ON, with 2025 F-150 inventory? A: You can find a Ford dealership near London, ON, with 2025 F-150 inventory at 601 Oxford St W, London, ON N6H 1T8, Canada. Visit us today!

Q: What technology or safety features come standard in each 2025 F-150 trim? A: Standard technology and safety features in the 2025 F-150 vary by trim level. Still, all trims benefit from Ford Co-Pilot360 technology, including features like Pre-Collision Assist and Blind Spot Information System (BLIS) with Cross-Traffic Alert.

Contact Us

Experience the 2025 Ford F-150 trims at Oakridge Ford, your trusted Ford dealership near London, ON. Our knowledgeable team members will guide you through options like the Ford F-150 price and Ford F-150 for sale. Contact us today or visit to take a test drive of the 2025 Ford F-150.

[aerassault0108]

Pᴜʟsᴇ: Bʏ Aᴇʀᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟾

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙤: “𝙋𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙚”

Ray stepped out onto the pavement.

The air was crisp, regulated beneath the dome's tempered glow. Around him, the city moved with quiet efficiency—trams gliding soundlessly along their tracks, the hum of distant turbines threading through the air.

A few passersby turned as he walked, some offering nods of recognition. A pair of students on a nearby bench glanced up from their tablets, their whispered exchange just faintly audible. Ray paid them little mind.

At the edge of the transit lane, a cab slowed to meet him, its polished surface reflecting the structured skyline.

He stepped inside, and the door sealed with a near-silent hiss. The dashboard flickered on to display a smooth trajectory across the city.

Ray settled back, watching as the city unfurled outside the window. Towering structures of glass and steel curved into the sky, their surfaces shifting with dynamic solar panels. Bridges stretched across the city's canals, where the water ran dark and still, unbroken save for the controlled movements of filtration skimmers.

The cab navigated through it all with quiet precision, each motion calculated, each turn anticipated.

At last, the headquarters of the Astronomic Science Authority came into view—its stark, angular silhouette cutting against the cityscape.

The cab eased to a halt, and as Ray stepped out, he allowed himself a single breath.

Then, with confidence, he made his way inside.

The halls of the ASA hummed with quiet intensity, a steady undercurrent of conversation and distant machinery forming the pulse of the institution.

Scientists moved with purpose, their voices low yet charged, exchanging theories, data, and half-finished thoughts as they passed between sterile glass-paneled laboratories.

The walls bore digital readouts—equations, simulations, real-time telemetry—updating in smooth, flickering intervals.

Ray walked with measured purpose, shoulders squared, hands clasped before him. He gave brief nods of acknowledgment as he passed, but none thought to stop him.

The halls pulsed with urgency—scientists moved briskly, some deep in murmured discussion, others frowning at data readouts while a few scratched notes onto clipboards. A few stood motionless in thought, staring past their own calculations.

The ASA never truly stilled; minds worked even when bodies paused.

A glint of light caught his eye—his gaze flicked to a nearby lab.

A scientist stood alone, unmoving, staring into the glow of a console. The screen's pale light reflected off his glasses, obscuring his expression.

Though curious, Ray moved on.

As he neared his division, a sudden presence jolted into his path.

"Oh! Hello!" The voice was bright, self-assured—perhaps overly so. The young woman before him stood with easy confidence, dressed in a manner that straddled professionalism and personal ease. "You're Godfrey, yes?"

Ray barely opened his mouth before she pressed on.

"Good, good. Thought so. Which means I've found the right division, seeing as, well... you're here."

Ray gave a slow, measured nod. "Indeed. I received word from headquarters regarding your appointment. I am to—"

"Teach me, yes, yes—I know."

The interruption was swift, almost instinctual—then a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face, and when she caught Ray's expression, she faltered.

"O-oh, I, um—I didn't mean to—" she straightened, exhaling sharply as if resetting herself. "P-please, continue."

She crossed her arms, her expression teetering between an apologetic grimace and an uneasy smile.

A brief silence stretched between them. Ray regarded her for a moment longer, then turned sharply on his heel.

"Come along now. There is much to learn."

Ray strode through the division with efficiency, his gait swift yet unhurried. He moved not as a guide but as a man retracing familiar steps, pointing out key features as they passed.

"This corridor houses our primary computational systems—high-density quantum processors running near absolute zero. Processing cores are suspended in a vacuum chamber to prevent heat contamination. Here, the primary astrophysical simulations are conducted—gravitational lensing, dark matter distributions, orbital mechanics, all updated in real time."

The newcomer trailed behind, nodding, though she had little time to process each detail before sidestepping an upcoming colleague.

Ray stopped abruptly at a glass partition, gesturing to the room beyond. "That," he said, "is the photonic spectrometer array. We extract data from deep-field observations, parse light signatures down to individual photons—useful for stellar composition analysis, exoplanet atmospheres, and—"

He pivoted before finishing, already moving again. The intern hurried to catch up, muttering under her breath.

He stopped at a smooth, circular indentation in the wall—no signage, no visible function.

He ran a finger along its surface, nodding to himself before turning back.

"The entire facility is built upon a superconductor-laced substructure," he explained. "Minimal energy loss. Even waste heat is siphoned into secondary systems—passive temperature regulation, water purification. Efficiency is paramount."

She frowned. "That... thing you just touched. What is it?"

Ray glanced at it again. "Ah. A recessed access panel. Maintenance ports are hidden in plain sight—cleaner aesthetic."

She raised an eyebrow. "Concealing maintenance ports in the name of aesthetics... seems impractical."

Ray resumed his brisk pace, weaving through the winding corridors, occasionally stopping to observe something only he seemed to find significant—a particular alignment of conduits, the faint hum of a cooling system, the way a readout flickered in a pattern imperceptible to most.

She fell behind again.

Then, a pause. Ray slowed, scanning the space for another point of interest. A moment of quiet settled between them.

She took the opportunity.

"Beatrice," she said simply.

Ray stopped mid-step, turning to her. "... Surname?"

The question caught her off guard, but she recovered quickly. "Whitmore. Beatrice Whitmore."

Ray tilted his head slightly. He rather liked the name. "Interesting. Miss Whitmore, then."

Beatrice smirked. "I'm a married woman, Mister Godfrey."

Ray stiffened, and his eyes flickered. "Oh... my apologies. I... assumed someone your age wouldn't have settled down yet."

She scoffed. "I'm twenty-four, for your information."

Ray hesitated, then gave a short nod. "Apologies, then."

They continued walking.

Ray was noticeably slower.

After more walking, more of the intricacies of the Division, Beatrice stopped.

A light flashed bright from beyond a window overlooking the city below.

Beatrice stared, and interrupted Ray's guidance with, "Isn't it mad? How light can come and go, yet never be truly destroyed?"

Her words caught Ray's attention, who stopped to listen.

"I mean, everything breaks down in the end, doesn't it? All matter will collapse, the stars will burn out, even the laws of physics might unravel one day. But light—once it's out there, it just keeps going. The only thing that can stop... I don't know—more light?" She chuckled, and pushed away from the window.

Ray paused for a moment, then smiled. "I had been thinking the same thing."

Beatrice turned to him, eyebrows raised. "Oh, really? So I can hold a conversation with you, then."

Ray smirked. "I'm not one to easily be won over."

They both smiled, and gazed out the window together.

Finally, after roughly two hours of guidance, Beatrice got the gist of the Division and they both went for a break in the main lobby.

"Well... I'll be processing that for a decade," Beatrice said, resting her face in her palms.

"I know, I know, it's much—even some people who have worked months here still come across new things."

Ray then passed a cup of coffee over to Beatrice, who drank it immediately.

"I love it here," Ray said, looking around the place with reverence. "Even five years later, I still find something new to learn, some new problem to solve. It just keeps giving."

Familiarity settled in Ray's face. "If you've got what it takes, if you've got the determination, you can do anything."

Beatrice smiled, and, after a moment, nodded confidently.

Ray checked his wristwatch and exhaled softly. "That will do for today. We'll resume tomorrow," he said.

Then, fixing his gaze on Beatrice, he continued in a measured tone, "But tonight, you remain for a preliminary trial—a test of the fundamentals of our division's operations."

He gestured toward a nearby console displaying a streamlined interface. "Your task is straightforward: verify the calibration of the photonic spectrometer array. Ensure its readings conform to our established baselines, then log the data accurately. Think of it as confirming the basics—the foundation upon which all our advanced analyses depend."

His expression grew sterner. "Any missteps won't just set you back—they'll reflect on me as well. But I've no doubt you'll handle yourself just fine."

After a brief pause, he offered a warm, encouraging smile. "Good luck, Beatrice—you can do this."

Ray stepped into the elevator, pressing a biometric panel with his thumb. A soft chime, then rapid descent.

He barely felt the motion—magnetic acceleration made it near-instantaneous.

Floors blurred past on the digital display, and within seconds, he reached the ground level.

The doors whispered open, revealing the polished expanse of the ASA lobby.

He moved toward the exit, but just as he neared the glass doors, a figure stepped into his path.

Ray halted. Immediately, his posture shifted—straightening, hands clasping instinctively behind his back.

"Mr. Ford," he said, lifting his chin up slightly. "A surprise, but never an unwelcome one. Something the matter?"

The man before him, Gregory Ford, was a veteran of the ASA—nearing fifty, but with the physique of a man who never truly stopped working. His grey-streaked hair was neatly combed back, his sharp eyes piercing into Ray.

"Mr. Godfrey," Ford said evenly, "I apologize for delaying you, but I need you at Headquarters. Our chief scientist has reported something... unusual."

Ray tensed. Ford did not use words like unusual lightly.

"... Could—could this not have been sent as a message?" He hesitated, glancing at his watch. "I need to return to my wife before nightfall—"

"I don't want any chance of my message being intercepted." Ford's voice was firm, final.

Ray exhaled slowly, then gave a single nod.

He allowed a brief, knowing smile before turning sharply on his heel. "Come."

Together, they crossed the lobby and stepped into another lift. This one was different—restricted access, destination locked.

The moment the doors sealed, the floor rose beneath them, a sensation of controlled velocity. The ascent was smooth, but the sheer speed was undeniable.

Headquarters sat at the very top of the ASA complex. As the lift doors opened, Ray took a step inside—a stark, functional space, walls lined with high-resolution displays streaming real-time data from deep-space observation arrays.

The lighting was subdued, designed to reduce eye strain during long hours of work. Desks curved seamlessly into integrated consoles, and a window overlooked the distant sprawl of buildings.

In the center of the room, a small office stood encased in reinforced glass. And inside, slumped over a cluttered desk, sat the head scientist.

Dr. Elias Monroe.

Ray had known him for years. He was not an excitable man. Yet even from a distance, it was clear—something had shaken him.

Ford strode forward and knocked twice on the office window. Monroe jumped, rubbing his temples before hurriedly ushering them in.

The office was dimly lit, paper notes scattered among holographic readouts. Monroe barely spared a greeting before diving straight in.

"I assume you've already briefed him?" he asked Ford, voice tight with exhaustion.

"Not yet." Ford folded his arms, giving Monroe space to explain.

The scientist exhaled sharply, nodding to himself as if ordering his thoughts. Then, he turned to Ray.

"We picked up something in deep space—an anomaly. A signal, rhythmic. But it doesn't match any known pattern—JX-914, I would guess."

Ray's brow furrowed. "JX-914?"

Monroe tapped a few keys on his console. A star map flickered on, pinpointing a location far beyond mapped territory.

"Interstellar void," Monroe muttered. "No planets. No pulsars. Nothing but vacuum."

He rubbed his jaw, shaking his head. "And yet, we detected something. Which raises the question... how could we still detect something that far away?"

Silence.

Ray stared at the data, mind already turning over possibilities.

A spark lit his eyes.

Mission Log – Sol 15

Designation: Erebus-1

Commander: Dr. Ray Godfrey

Location: Interstellar Void, en route to Origin Point Theta

"Telemetry remains stable. However, new readings confirm a shift in the pulse periodicity—now precisely 1.00 seconds. Signal intensity has increased by 14.7%. No detectable source. No gravitational anomalies. No energy signatures beyond the pulse itself.

Conclusion: Phenomenon remains unaccounted for. Adjusting course for continued observation."

Personal Notes:

"There is something about it. The way it settles into my bones—like a second heartbeat. I feel it even when the instruments are silent. Faint, but present.

I've noticed a lingering nausea, nothing severe, but distinct. Whether it's psychological or something more, I can't yet say.

Regardless, the work continues.

[centrumlumina]

for the writing ask game, legal death? (also, i very much approve of your lawless approach)

I'm gonna be honest I have no memory of writing this. It's from June 2023, it's an original fic, and while the central idea is definitely familiar and similar things have come up in other works, I'm not really sure where I was going with this (if I even had a plan).

Anyway I'm gonna post what I wrote in full since it's unlikely to ever see the light of day otherwise:

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My phone knew I was dead before I did.

I woke up that morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck and scraped off the side of the highway, which was solidly average for the month I'd been having. I turned off my alarm, groaned, buried my head under the duvet, tried to fall back asleep, and then when it became apparent that wasn't happening, snagged my phone off the bedside table to check my messages. The usual routine.

But on that particular morning, when I swiped to refresh my feed, the app whirred to itself for several seconds too long, and then bounced me to the home page. With a grumble, I re-entered my password.

Account deactivated.

I rummaged in yesterday's memories, trying to dredge up anything I'd done in the last 48 hours that could have earned me a site suspension. Unless my views on orange-mint ice cream were more controversial than I thought, no dice. Clearly, I thought, some auto-mod had taken offence at a completely innocent post, and I would have to email support to reactivate my account.

So, I tried to open my email. Same deal. Account inactive. And that was when I really started wigging out. Because who gets their email account deactivated?

I found a customer service number, and went about making myself some breakfast with the phone pinned under one ear. I had a mouthful of cereal when the tinny music suddenly cut out, and a voice asked “how can I help you?”

“Ungh, uh –” I swallowed heavily. “Yeah, I woke up this morning and my account says it's been deactivated? Can you tell me what's going on?”

We proceeded with the ancient ritual of me confirming all my account information, security questions, and personal data to some stranger on the phone whose name I had already forgotten. Then we reached the actual crux of the issue.

“Okay I can see the problem. We received a message via your linked account in the national ID database advising us to close the account due to a change in your medical status.”

“What?” I asked. “What does that mean?”

“I'm sorry, but you will need to contact your personal healthcare provider for more information.”

And then he hung up on me, and I was left alone with my now-cold toast.

This was the point where it was clear that my annoying morning was going to become an all-round shitty day. Clearly the universe had decided to dump an administrative fuckup of massive proportions on my head, because clearly I didn't have enough to be dealing with already. I could feel a stress headache coming on, and the thought of another phone call like that made me feel like I was about to spontaneously develop an aneurysm.

So I showered, put on some clothes without holes in them, and called a cab to take me to the health centre.

After 25 minutes waiting in line, I was about ready to fall over onto the receptionist's desk. She typed in my information with a bored look on her face, and then without a word to me rolled her chair over to the giant leaflet rack in the corner.

“These are for you.”

She handed me two pamphlets. The uppermost one had a title that I couldn't even guess at how to pronounce. I flipped to the second.

That one was called “Legal Death: Understanding the Productive Citizen Act (2031)”.

“What.” I said.

“Your blood test results came back. You have been diagnosed with a permanently reduced capacity for work.”

“That's…” I blinked. “I'm just having trouble getting over this flu. You're telling me its permanent?”

“And therefore you fall under the jurisdiction of the Legal Death laws.”

“Those,” I said, “are for really sick people. People who can't take care of themselves, so they need their next of kin to do it for them. I'm not that sick. I don't even –”

“I know this kind of diagnosis can be stressful,” the receptionist said. “Our chaplaincy has a phone number, if you would like to talk to someone. Unfortunately, with your status, I'm not able to offer a therapist appointment…”

“What. The Fuck.”

Her kindly look vanished, and her lips pursed.

“There's no need for that,” she said. “Its not like I had anything to do with it.”

I kept staring.

She sniffed at me.

“Please move on, you're holding up the line.”

[writingprincessblog]

Hey, guys! This is my first ever story that I have posted online. Please pardon the mistakes and enjoy reading. Also, do share your opinion and suggest me ways to improve and also I would appreciate some help in running this platform. Thank You! Happy Reading!

A Job Well Done

‘Agent L, are you in position? Over.’

‘Yes, boss. Loading bullets into the rifle. Over.’

The room was dark, being present underneath a farmhouse, its existence unknown to everyone but a handful of people. It consisted of a table and a chair. The table had a bunch of strange devices, some in progress while some awaiting to be used. A man ,sitting on the chair, was currently using the walkie - talkie to transmit the orders while his eyes were fixed on the screen which showed a scene in a party at the village mansion.

'Stand by, L. You have twenty minutes to shoot’. He spoke through the walkie - talkie. ‘Then, you have to jump-’

‘-into the cab where S is waiting for me. Then, we are to drive to the docks and wait for the others to join. I remember, boss.’ The young lass cut the man off and sassily replied.

The man smiled. He trusted L’s aim and presence of mind. She would not make any mistake and would be able to manage if she falls into a tight spot. 

‘How about you, F?’ His attention on another of his accomplice. ‘What is the scenario?’

Amidst a chatter of several voices in the background, a drawling voice answered, 'All fine here. They are showing a glass wardrobe for the auction. Target placing the highest bidder. Whew! She is one hella rich woman, in my opinion’.

’S?’ The boss inquired.

‘All in position. Waiting for L.’ S replied instantly, as a roar of an engine confirmed his prep.

‘Oooo……S’ L jeered over the walkie - talkie, ‘How was your date? Was she pretty? Or hot as fire?’

S chuckled but before he could answer her, the boss cut him off. ‘Focus, everybody. This one’s a golden goose. The biggest job we ever got. 40 millions, by jove! Keep your eyes and ears open. Report any suspicious activity, F. I will warn you when it is time, L.’

‘Ok, boss!’

And silence fell over the room once again as everyone laid into their positions. Only the sounds of the monitor echoed in the empty room where the man had two videos of the secret cameras installed at the party hall, playing side by side. One was of the target, the wife of the rich businessman while the other was of………F. Yes, he did not trust F and his ideas. He never did. But he could not shake him off. He knew too much and also his really had sharp combat skills. He was a very useful member of The Robins. 

The Robin’s - the most notorious and mysterious gang in the whole valley, with 15 targets murdered and 30 robbing cases. No one knew anything about them. They four were enough to bring this wave of terror, all right. L’s sharp eyes could aim even a small flying bird over a great distance, S’s driving and combat skills could bring down the mightiest and the bulkiest of opponents and F’s hacking skill could even crack into the CIA data panel. At last, he, Mark, was the kingpin. He was satisfied with all the deals coming in and the money flowing into their accounts.

But……all that worries him is F’s recent change in behaviour. He seemed to be acting quite odd. He even ‘accidentally’ shot L in their last consignment. Fortunately, the girl moved before the bullet hit her. Minor, the incident was but it was F’s intention that worries him. F disliked L since Mark first introduced her to the gang members for god knows what reason. The girl was young and was surprisingly quite sharp and even mature. She never gave any chance for him to complain. Mark himself made sure of her selection. Stalked her for two months and even put her through vigorous training and several tests and she surplussed each one of them! And now, ten kills within three months without any miss! One helluva kid, she is! 

The timer beeped. Fifteen minutes left……..

Mark nodded and again resumed his thoughts about F. He knew F since his early years. His brain and sense of mind was excellent even in his 40’s but he could not point out the reason for his grudge against the lass. He warned him once or twice when Mark appointed L about her being somewhat suspicious but why?

Nobody in the gang knew anything about each other except their initials and skills, not even Mark himself. He gets their information checked by a trusted dealer and why would he bother knowing their backstory. He just requires their skill and anyway they all are first brainwashed and then the best from them are trained personally by him. F was indeed a dodging character from the beginning but his hacking and combat skills were superb that he had to pardon several of his elementary mistakes and temper. 

L was on the other hand a meek little thing living in a vile area. She was totally out of place among criminals and murderers wandering around in that part of the city. And maybe that was the reason of her sharp conscious of her surrounding and excellent presence of mind to get out of ‘situations’. Well, though doubtful of her feeble strength, he did his best and glad he did to raise such a fine commando. A little firecracker, she was.

Thus, again a pang of worry and apprehension came across his mind. No, he cannot afford to lose such a valuable asset just because of F’s personal dislike. Should he interrogate him and directly ask about his sudden change of behaviour? Yes, he should and he will right after this task at hand. 

Ten minutes left…….

Yes, everything is going smoothly according to the plan. As the wife gets up, the glass window would shatter as the lady would fall down with a bullet straight through her chest and blood spewing out all over the floor. F would then go and pick up her purse. And with an excuse of calling the police, out he goes down the docks. L and S would already will be there by then and so would Mark himself. Then they would board the yatch and sail to an island, to the recruiter. What was his name again? Mike? Landon? Sam?

With a last glance at the timer, he walked towards the cabinet and searched for the contract. Ah! There it was. Daniel, CEO of the Loris and Co.. He never heard of such garments company, though he indeed knew less of that world of glamour. But the man claimed it to be one of the topmost brand in the recent times. Well, anyway, it didn’t matter. L said she used to buy dresses of that brand in her teens. So, maybe it just manufactures women’s clothes.

As he made his way back towards the desk, Mark absentmindedly, knocked over a few files placed nearby. He clicked his tongue, irritated by the mess and swiftly tried to gather the files. But one of them caught his attention - L’s file.

He bought it over and started reading it. Half of the data was hidden as per the gang’s rule. As he read his eyes hovered over his picture. Beautiful, she was. Even the police officers got lost in her mesmerising eyes in the time of the diamond robbery and she efficiently distracted them. No wonder S also had a little crush. But what was her full name? He heard it once when she was first brought to him.

His fingers went onto the keyboard as his eyes searched the time. Eight minutes left. His fingers swiftly went over the keys as he searched for the first recorded interrogation of the girl. After, two long minutes of scrolling he got it.

The video showed him sitting luxuriously on the couch in the dark room as two henchmen brought and threw a fragile figure before him before exiting the room. Mark smiled as he remembered those frightened innocent eyes pleaded him to let her go. Her clothes dirty and damp sticked to her white flawless skin as she nervously shifted on the floor. At first glance, Mark thought her to be one of those frail girls the dealers bought to him who were as soft a flower which would crumble with only one harsh strike. But just like the phrase, L’s appearance was not to be judged. As he continued to watch the video, Mark reminisced the scene. As he made way towards the cabinet at the corner, the girl snatched the knife and the table and boldly positioned it under his chin. Mark, then 20 years in the profession, skilfully twisted and tackled her back to her former position. He was impressed by the reckless but brave act of hers. He chuckled and accepted her. 

Mark smiled as the video went by. The timer brought him back to the present time as it chimed with three minutes left. As he made to move back towards the walkie - talkie, his eyes fell on a strange thing in the recording. He replayed and was surprised at he revelation. As he turned his back after calling the guards to take her away, he saw her swiftly move something from her hand to the lining of her petty dress. He curiously zoomed to the certain area and gasped to find that it was a - microphone! 

The team stayed in the secluded farmhouse where no one was permitted to go out except Mark,   let alone maintain contact with the outer world. But this microphone in the video was an evidence of L’s treachery. Then she was in contact with someone throughout these four months? Maybe, F was correct at last.

Anger bubbled in him as he thought over the surprising revelation of his most trusted and valuable men to be the mole in his party. He was determined to show her the vile consequences of messing with him. He trusted her and placed her in many secretive missions and even shared several confidential information with her, only to know that she was the betrayer from the start? Anguish at that thought, he still thought to gain more knowledge of this demoness. He searched her picture in several data bases, profiles and panels. 

At last, the result materialised in the screen when Mark’s eyes widened with shock - 

Miss Liana De Savio. Senior officer. FBI.

Mark refused to believe it but her picture with every other detail in that database betrayed him. The police then sent as a spy to report all their activities. He sat there still thinking of the most gruesome punishment he would give this cop as the current deal ends tonight.

His chain of thoughts were interrupted by a female voice

’20 secs, boss. Standing by. Over’

That familiar voice that used to fill him with joy now brought displease and anger. But no, now is not the time to let the emotions take over. He have to complete this first and then see that twerp. He cannot afford to mess this assignment.

With a dummy calmness, he spoke into the device ‘All good,F? Over’

‘Yes, we are going into the dinning area. Target packing her purse. I am just behind her. Any moment to strike. Over.’ F answered.

All this time, F may have recognised her, being an ex-convict herself ad it may also explain the actual reason of L’s unwillingness to communicate with him. 

Yes, the wife stood up. F advanced towards her and brought her into a conversation to keep her into position of L to take a clear shot. As the timer rang, Mark and the others held their breath for the immediate response.

But the shot never came…….

The wife was called by another lady and she walked to the other end of the room, leaving a surprised F.

‘What happened, L? Why didn’t you shoot?’ Mark bellowed. Awaiting her voice, he instead received a dreaded silence.

‘L? L? Are you alright? RESPOND FOR GOD’S SAKE.’

‘No need to lose your voice, boss. Calm down’ L’s sharp voice reached his ears but not from the walkie - talkie……

Mark sprung back to witness L behind him with a gun pointed straight at him. Standing there speechless, he could hear cries of F and S as they were being arrested by police officers.

‘No use of trying to escape. The police has surrounded the whole area. The game is over, boss……or should I say Mark?’ Liana smirked.

Mark widened his eyes. No one knew his real name. He ran by titles like boss, devil, mastermind, etc. 

‘You worked with us and is this how you reply us, you ungrateful brat?’ He spat, ‘You even killed several people, innocents’.

Liana giggled and said ‘How gullible and naive you are, Mark! Those people still breathe safe and sound in this world. Those were acts. Fake assignments given to you so that you choose me to show my skills. Those were to help me come closer to you till you start trusting me. See, how easily I did it. I just had one problem - F. He recognised me from the bureau where I was first posted as a rookie. But anyway I did my work. I WON!!’

Yes, she is right! She won! He lost! He lost from a petty girl and this was the biggest insult ever. Though somewhere in his heart, he admired her courage and intelligence. She indeed did her job smoothly without a hitch. A JOB WELL DONE.

-Aurora