#also blast heavy metal so loud you can't hear yourself think

[brain--rott]

stay busy every second of every day so the thoughts can't get you

[darkling-er]

Love is Betrayal || Cyberpunk 2077

summary: V gets frustrated after the surgary and decides to raise hell in Orbital Air. or the one where cyberpunk's ending sucks and i fix it

pairing: johnny silverhand x v!reader [female]

warning: spoilers for the ending of cyberpunk 2077

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Cognitive Function Test...

It's been over a week now, that you have been operated on. A week spent in space, in Orbital, while your friends stayed on Earth. A week, since your betrayal.

The colours are all funny, your limbs don't work as they used to and there's a gaping hole in your chest, though not literally, that hurts you day and night.

The doctor is a pain in the ass, with her never ending tests, all the questions she ask you, you have a simple answer for all the words. Johnny.

Oh, Johnny... how he was right, that Arasaka and that porcelain bitch, Hanako would lie to you. How you were going to regret this decision. You are, ever since you woke up with a pain that you never felt before.

The doctor couldn't care less about your well being, other than you doing those damn annoying tests. You were allowed to call home, call your friends, but no one really listened to what you were saying. You loved them, but you couldn't care for them, they were not able to help you with the biochip and they can't help you now either.

You feel alone, empty, scared. Like there is a piece missing. And there is. When you are awake, you can't escape it. But when you sleep it's even worse. You swear you can hear Johnny calling out to you, and you're there following his voice, but then it vanishes and you are awake again. Without any hope, without him.

Cognitive Function Test...

You can't solve the god damn cube. The doctor rips it out of your hands and you get frustrated day by day.

Cognitive Function Test...

You remember your deal with Hanako, how you begged her to put Johnny into another body, and yet they told you they shradded his biochip. Like he wasn't even a real person. Fuck them!

Cognitive Function Test...

The doctor returns, her cold and stoic demeanor bringing rage and hatred into your heart. And you yell at her.

"No!" As you throw the cube at the end of the room, as she looks at you with surprise. "NO!"

Rage fills your eyes with blaring red and with a sudden power you lunge yourself at her, bringing her to the ground with a loud noise. You grab her neck, chocking the woman.

"Lying piece of shit!" You yell into her face, spitting with rage as you watch her defensive movements stop as she dies from your hands. "Lying bitch!"

You don't only see red because of your anger, but the space station's hallway fills with panicking shouts and screams, and a red alert blasting.

You get up from the ground, though your movements are still not as sure as they used to be. You thumble to the door, opening it with a swift movement, well, as swift one can be after a brain surgery.

As you open the door you hear gun shots and for a second you think you are hit, but instead you look ahead the hallway and see doctors and nurses dead on the ground, next to the few guards Orbital Air had.

But who is shooting? Maybe Panam finally came after you begged her to help you get back to Earth. Maybe you will hear Mitch with his heavy voice shouting "corpo shits". But instead you freeze, watching the man with the gun.

His hair is messy, not quite as long as you remember, same with the beard. There's a lack of a metal arm as well, instead both his arms are meat and skin.

But most of all he lacks the glitching that you were used to seeing around him. He's solid. He's-

"J-Johnny?" Your voice is weak and it breaks, but he looks up from the body of a guard he just murdered and looks at you, startled.

He looks at you with sad eyes, surprised that you're alive, but also feeling so relieved. He thought you were dead. They said you didn't survive the surgery, while his engram was put into a clone of his original body.

But now, as he sees you, his usually stoic features disappear and he says so softly it almost breaks your heart in half:

"V?" He sounds unsure.

Your legs move for you, as you run towards him, his arms loosen and he drops his weapon, walking toward you slowly, and you meet him in halway. You throw yourself at his body, which is solid as a rock, and he embraces you with such force you hear yourself sob.

You can't help your tears, and you cry and mutter:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

For betraying him, for almost losing the only person who ever truly cared about you.

But he hushes you, his voice also weak, but sure.

"It's okay. I've got you now... I've got you."

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tags: @seldomabsent

[wolf-555-writer]

Outbreak

Kind of got the idea from S2E4 of DC’s Legends of Tomorrow (I know, I know, it’s an old episode). Hope you like it! 

Sara Lance x Reader

Summary: In the future an anachronism is created by the Legion of Doom (Eobard Thawne) to distract the Legends from finding the Spear of Destiny. The team needs to fix this, hopefully in time before someone gets hurt.

Word Count: 4,930

I feel a bit… light-headed, dizzy, nauseous. A violent pain radiates from my forearm through my upper arm and promptly I feel it in my whole body. I see the warm blood seeping out of the fresh wound on my left arm, but I can’t concentrate on it. I’m cold. Strange images flash through my mind and my vision gets blurry. I’m losing control. I can’t… it’s... I fall to the ground on my knees and use my hands to cover my face completely. I start to hyperventilate and don't even notice that painful spot on my knee anymore. Suddenly my body is packed with adrenaline, I sense it from head to toe. I don’t feel like myself. It’s spreading like poison. Poison inside my veins. I can see Sara. She looks worried and doesn’t know what to do. That’s a first. Mick is standing next to her with his usual grumpy expression. I speed towards them. Why? I don’t want to. Not like this. I’m losing control. All I crave is blood. Human blood.

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“I’m seriously not built for this…”, you pant, exhaling your breath in a strong blow with drops of sweat coating your forehead. “Don't be such a whiner and keep running!”, Sara exclaims while looking over her shoulder with a troubled expression. Both on foot inside a dark, abandoned building with Sara taking the lead. Industrial lights flicker along the route, yet barely providing any guidance for your getaway. “Didn’t they train you for this? In the army?”, Sara mocks, glancing at you but swiftly averting her gaze to something shady in the distance. Her face shows a subtle grin. However, you can sense that she’s scared as hell, just like you are. “The army?! Yes they did, miss Lance. But you damn well know that I was Special Forces”, you scoff. “You make it too easy for me (Y/N)”. Sara laughs, but quickly stops. She doesn’t want to waste any oxygen desperately needed to fuel her even more fatiguing muscles. “I was just making small talk you know”, you mutter, lying, considering your legs are burning as if they’re on fire. “Sure you did”, Sara teases, occupied with figuring out how to open the rusty emergency exit that leads to your great escape. “It's stuck. I can't…. Can't. Get. It. To. Open”, she argues whilst battering the metal structure with her shoulder repeatedly. “A little help please?! (Y/N)?!”. “Um… Sara…”, you whisper with a higher pitch than usual, back turned towards her. “I'm asking for your help (Y/N)!? I can’t get it open. It’s just, stuck”. “Yeah, about that…”. You’re tapping on her shoulder like crazy, similar to an annoying toddler begging for candy from their mom, which causes Sara to jolt her head away from the exit to face you. “What!? We don’t have time for th-”. She immediately mirrors you, locking her eyes on the same spot.

“What the h- You couldn't have warned me earlier?!”, she criticizes, staring with her eyes wide open at the sight of a disturbing image approaching fast. “Well, I-I thought you had it perfectly under control. You know, like always”, you counter while raising your shoulders. “Okay (Y/N), that’s enough ass kissing for today”, Sara declares, lifting an eyebrow. “What- no, I wasn’t- That’s not-”. “Come on! We need to move. Now!”. Sara grabbed you by the wrist, and pulled you with her. She drags you by your arm towards the staircase nearby, being the only way out of this desperate situation. “Faster (Y/N)!”. “Yes, yes. I’m right behind you!”. What should’ve been a simple scouting mission, turned out to be something rather... different. Though, you would never refuse an assignment if teamed up with Sara. Like a well-oiled machine you guys work good together. Flying up the stairs, you take two steps at a time to reach the top even faster, trying to get away from the nearing danger. In between the heavy breathing, faint low growling sounds can be heard as they become louder and louder. It’s not the sound of hungry animals, it’s ...something else. 

“Guys, can you hear me?”, Sara asks over the comms, reaching out to the rest of the team who are all back on the Waverider. “Yes miss Lance, what can we do for you?”, a peaceful, silvery voice answers. “Where are you? Where’s the Waverider? We need you guys to come pick us up. ASAP.”. “Calm down miss Lance, we-”. “Calm down?! You try to calm down while being chased by bloodthirsty-”. In the middle of your outbreak to Professor Stein you trip with your concentration shifted to the ongoing discussion. Irritated, but also jealous at the stay-home-squad, who are probably relaxing or partying right now without their Captain present. Only thinking about it makes you wish you were there too. A nagging pain originates from your knee that just hit the blunt concrete and you reach for it with both hands. Get up and ignore the pain, you repeat inside your head, pushing yourself off the cold ground and quickly gripping the rigid stair railing with your left hand. Wanting to move your leg to take the next step, but you can’t. Someone is holding you back. A frigid hand grabbed your ankle real tight. You try to shake it off in an instant, instead the person is pulling you down. “We’re being chased by-”. “Don’t you dare say it Sara! Stop!”, Stein intervenes, but to no avail, as Sara shouts: “by zombies!”. Hearing Sara’s voice fade away slowly considering you’re stuck. Staring down, rattled, because all you can look at are the bloody, sharp teeth and pale skin of the one hanging on to you. You have never seen anything like this before, only in the movies. Charging up, and with all the strength you got, you shoot your leg down. A powerful kick on the head caused the hand to disappear, and you sprint towards Sara who didn’t even notice you’d fallen behind. “Zombies are not real Sara. I don’t like that word. There must be a scientific expla-”. A static noise replaced Stein’s lecture while the loud beep continues to ring in your ear. “Stein? Professor?! Can you hear me?”, Sara repeats, finally able to catch her breath because she stopped running. 

“Can't get this to door open too!?”, you shout in anger, “Too bad I don't have the power to turn into steel”. “Or wear an exosuit that can blast through these doors…”, Sara adds. “That suit is totally overrated”, you claim, even though it would be of much use right now. “Jealous much? Good thing Ray can't hear you”, Sara jokes while punching your shoulder in a playful way which makes you laugh. Her short touch caused the tension to flow away as you immediately relax. The light from the fluorescent tube attached to the ceiling makes her blue eyes sparkle and her long, blond hair is a little messy due to all the chaos of today. Her skin is glowing mildly as she’s heated up from the amount of stairs you and her just covered. You keep staring at her lovely features for a second. However, it feels like time’s standing still. Sunken away a bit too long, because Sara detected a pair of eyes fixed on her. 

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?”. Sara’s voice snapped you out of your magical gaze and you start blushing a little, cheeks turning light red. A wide grin appeared on her face. “Were you checking me-”. She abruptly turned her head to the left and doesn’t finish her sentence. Interrupted, again, by a bunch of insane, bloodthirsty people. “You try the door, I’ll fight them off”, you command and draw Sara behind you. Close to the exit and away from the approaching wild.

Fighting off the Z’s by pushing them down the stairs, or punching them in the face and then kicking them down the stairs. Whatever works in the moment. Without getting bitten of course, we all know what happens then... 

“Makes it a bit more difficult considering I can't shoot them”, you complain to Sara who’s busy with the door while on occasion looking at you. Without hesitation or an answer, Sara grabs the gun that was tucked in the back of your jeans, which catches you off guard for a second. She takes a step back, towards the danger so to speak, and fires by pulling the trigger without blinking. A loud bang fills the small space and causes everyone to freeze for a moment, even your psycho attackers. Sara kicks the door open and calls your name. Rapidly you follow and close the door in one movement. While catching your breath, you brace the door with your whole body. Tracking Sara with your eyes, seeing her pace around on the rooftop. “What the hell are you doing? I could use a little help here?! Sara!”, you yell, annoyed but also scared while feeling people bang on the door that has no lock anymore since a few minutes ago. “Move! I found something”, Sara demands as she came rushing back with a large wooden beam clutched in her arms. With the door barricaded you both walk away cautiously, eyes fixed on the improvised lock. “Will it hold?”, you ask, voice laced with doubt. “Seems like it”. “Okay… and now what?”. No way out, trapped on a roof in the future. “Guess we’ll have to wait for the team to come pick us up”, Sara concludes, hands on her hips and scanning her surroundings. “Hope it’s not gonna take them long, cause I could use a drin-”. 

A loud noise made you stop mid-sentence and turn around while holding your breath. The wooden beam snapped in half and the rooftop starts to fill with the walking dead. The situation is getting more and more desperate now that you’re boxed in. Both slowly backing up till there’s no roof left. Pressed against each other and the brick wall that prevents a nasty fall on the concrete road way down below. Perfect time to confess those hidden feelings. “Any ideas left (Y/N)?”. “So, Sara… I gotta say something”. “We could use a brilliant escape plan of yours right now”. “Well, uhm, there’s actually something else I need to say”, you stammer with a tight voice, sight fixed on the predators and their hungry eyes, nearing their prey. “What could be more important than, well, not dying?”, Sara asks, focused on you with her eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. “Well, Sara, I-”. “Yes?”. “I am, um, I’m in love with y-”. The timing couldn’t be worse. Or better, not sure which one yet. Balls of fire hit the roof and keep the psychos at bay as a large spaceship, aka the Waverider, appears above the crowded building. “Somebody need a ride?”, Firestorm proposes from up in the air. The team arrived, just in time. Well, a few seconds later would have been fine too, but can’t complain, right...

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“Where the hell were you guys? (Y/N) and I were almost eaten by those zombies”, Sara shouts as she enters the bridge, stamping her feet in discontent. “Seems like a normal working day to me”, Mick adds while taking a sip of the beer he’s holding. “Don’t call them zombies!”, Stein repeats again, still in denial about their existence and flailing his arms around to make the point more clear. “The comms went dark, but luckily Gideon was able to track your location”, Nate explains, giving a high five to Ray. “Thank you Gideon”, Sara addresses while leaning against the central console located in the middle of the bridge. “My pleasure, Captain”, the AI returns. Sara sways her head back, eyes closed, and takes a deep breath. “So, the anachronism is zombies. We need a plan”. At the sound of that awful word again, Stein’s expression changed into a fierce scowl followed by a deep sigh. It’s of no use anymore, Martin realizes. He can’t change the team’s mind, so let’s just call them ‘zombies’. “It seems like these people are infected with some kind of virus. A virus I’ve never seen before”, Ray points out as he pulls up some scientific articles. “This virus will cause a massive outbreak worldwide and eradicate the human race within a year, according to this newspaper”, Amaya mentions while reading the information provided by Gideon. “Meaning there is, and never will be, a treatment for this virus, not even in the future”, Nate continues. “So, we need to fix this. Find and develop a cure to fix this anachronism in time so we can continue our search for the remaining pieces of the Spear”. “Sounds like a plan, Captain”, Jax agrees. “What do you need to make a cure for this ‘virus’, Ray? Stein?”, Sara asks as she shifts to the scientists, but focuses her eyes on someone else instead. “(Y/N), everything okay? You’ve been quiet since we got back”.  Sara’s words caused everybody to jolt their heads towards you while you keep looking at the ground with a mindless stare. The silence made you look up and mutter quietly: “Huh, something wrong? Was there a question?”. “Everything okay, (Y/N)?”, Sara restates with concerned eyes. Normally you wouldn’t hesitate to assist Sara in coming up with a plan, which she appreciates more than she’d like to admit. However, not now as she clearly noticed. “Yeah I’m okay. All fine”, you quickly lie, faking a small smile, ‘cause now is not the time. It’s never the right time. There hasn't been a single moment to act on these affectionate feelings you have for the Captain of this ship. Busy 24/7, to save the timeline, to come up with a plan to defeat the Legion of Doom and also trying to stay one step ahead of them in retrieving pieces of the Spear of Destiny. So yeah, how ironic it must sound, considering you’re on a timeship, travelling through time, that there is never, not even the tiniest moment where you can be alone with Sara. Before you can say anything, craving a proper conversation with her about what happened on the rooftop earlier, the team already headed out for the next mission on Sara’s customary one-liners as she announced:

“Let's cure some zombies”.

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Gideon provided the team with the location of a closed down hospital where the ‘zombie’ virus had to be created. Ground Zero. It wasn’t possible to pinpoint which lab inside the building, so the team had to split up. Amaya, Nate and Jax were tasked to cover the main floor first while Sara, Mick and you started the search in the basement laboratory. Martin and Ray stayed on the Waverider on comms to help guide both teams in recovering the correct substance to assemble a cure. Namely the original virus in its pure form. That was all you remembered anyways, that you had to search for a glass vial. The scientists talked about complicated chemistry and biological words impossible to pronounce. It became boring, so you stopped listening to them after a few minutes. Which probably the others did too. 

“Looks like nobody has been here for a while”, Sara concludes, judging by the trashed lab equipment, broken glass from tubes, vials and beakers that cover the entire floor and the lights that don't seem to work anymore. “This doesn't look like the right spot Ray, I hope the others have more luck”. “Copy that Captain. I'll go and ask them, immediately. Atom out”, Ray replied, confident about the awesomeness of his closing statement. “Why is Ray like this…”, Sara sighs while strolling to the doorway. The penetrating chemical smell that's hanging around makes her want to leave, pronto. “It’s so quiet out here. Guess not a lot of people were infected after all”, you say relieved, shining with a flashlight across the dark, vacated room. A sudden cold breeze sends a shiver down your spine. Maybe it’s too quiet… The sound of glass shattering makes you turn around. “Rory?”. You shine the beam of light on him as if he’s standing in the spotlights. As a reaction he grumbles angry and covers his eyes since the bright light blinds him. “Get that out of my face, Special Forces!”. “See Sara? It ain't that hard”, you tease, standing next to her and ready to leave this scary place behind. She gives you a light punch on the shoulder accompanied by a soft chuckle. “I shall not joke about it ever again”, Sara mocks with the use of a plummy voice and her chin lifted up high. And again you hear a sound and shine on a closed freezer door while stepping closer. “(Y/N), let’s go. This place is giving me the creeps”. 

“Oh- um… that thing I said about not a lot infected and all… yeah, scratch that.”, you mention while slowly backing away from the not so closed freezer door anymore. “Why did you have to say that...”, Sara groans at the sight of people who are clearly infected with the virus. “Karma is a bitch right?”, you ease with an innocent smile while accelerating. “It's not like we haven't run enough today… Come on Mick, let’s go!”. On the run again in a hallway that leads to another hallway, which probably leads to another one. It’s a real maze inside this large basement. The walking dead, who actually walk rather fast, seem to be appearing out of nowhere. Out of every trashed, abandoned room like they were trapped there, patiently waiting for the Legends to arrive. 

“I think we've lost them”, you carefully state after a while, being out of breath, and looking over your shoulder real quick. You want to continue running, but a force drags you to the side. Too soon, you lowered your guard. With an ugly fall you land on the cold, wet ground. Pain fills your body, something stings, but you ignore it. When you open your eyes again you stare into a pair of bloodshot red ones, pupils severely dilated and burst veins. The adrenaline level in your body is rising which makes you act fast, now pushing the creature off of you against an old storage rack which topples and lands on your attacker. Struggling to get up, apparently you were pulled into a storage room and got separated from Sara and Mick. “I need to get back…”, you worry, because being all alone out here is not going to make it easier. Leaning against the doorpost as you’d lost balance. You feel light-headed, probably hit your head on the concrete. Hearing Sara and Mick shout your name, well okay, actually only Sara, as they came back looking for you. Taking a few small steps forward, standing in the hallway again and you stop at the sight of Sara and Mick. “What’s wrong? Why are you guys staring at me?”. “Um… (Y/N)...”, Sara falters while pointing at your left arm. “Oh… Fuck”. 

With every heartbeat it’s spreading more and more. Through your entire body like poison. Sara freezes, she doesn’t know what to do. That never happens. Why now? Usually she doesn’t need to pay attention to you in a way that you’re able to take care of yourself and know what to do without her telling you. Not like Rory, who needs supervision all the time to be kept in check. Or like Nate and Ray who play around too much. Or Martin, who’s way too stubborn, probably because he’s older and wiser, so he thinks. Being the Captain of this team is hard, but you always seem to make it easier for her. You have each other's back no matter what and are on the same wavelength when it comes to strategy or just messing around. But now you are the one in trouble. You've been bitten. She’s too late. All Sara can do is stare at the bite mark on your arm, resembling a vague dental imprint covered in blood. She failed. You collapse to the floor, landing on your knees and place your hands on your face. What is happening? Breathing frequency rising. Something went off in your brain. You lose control. With a burst of adrenaline you jump up and sprint towards your new prey. Towards Sara, who’s completely paralyzed. She can’t move. Rory steps in front of her to hold you off, but you’re faster than him. You want to hurt them, your team members. Want to bite them, tear them apart. Can’t fight it anymore. With every second counting you lose a piece of yourself, until there's nothing left. Maybe for the better, 'cause you won't be able to look at yourself after this.

Like a loose cannon with a bad temper you grasp Sara by the waist, wrapping your arms around her real painful and knock her to the ground. She’s struggling to get herself free and it hurts. It’s as if your strength has doubled. Your hands move to her neck and you start squeezing hard. With blood red eyes you stare at her. No remorse. No respect. No love. Just pure rage. Your eyes are not the same anymore is what Sara realizes. Not the same eyes that were checking her out earlier at the rooftop exit. Or the same eyes that laugh about her jokes, or the ones that have her back in the most difficult situations, like now. She can’t breath and is hitting your body with her arms over and over again, completely helpless. Rory had gripped onto your shoulders to yank you loose. But it’s of no use since you’re still choking her, not moving a single muscle. Her arms move slower and slower… until a brutal kick from Rory made you let go and launched you against the wall. Coughing while rubbing her throat that was closed off seconds ago, Sara gradually stands up. 

“Don't”, is the first word she manages to produce with a sore, aching throat. Intended to stop Rory because he aimed his Heat gun on you, finger on the trigger. He hesitates, wanting to fire, but grunts and eventually lowers the weapon. Though he needs to act fast, as you already bolted towards him, ready to attack. You take hit after hit, but Rory’s punches don’t seem to stop you. Sara needs to flip a switch, get herself together and end this. “Sara! Do something. Now!”, Mick forces as his low voice echoes on the brick walls, desperately trying to hold you back. 

“I'm sorry (Y/N)...”. Are the last words you process before it turns dark.

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“Brains… BRAINS!!”. “No- no, don’t!”, you scream while defensively lifting your arms up to protect your head. The sound of Sara’s voice, and not the most convenient word choice startled you awake, feeling your heartbeat racing in your chest. “Too soon? I was just joking (Y/N)”. “Where- where am I? Am I still alive? And what happened? I don’t remember…”, you stammer. Shaking and carefully turning your head to see where you are as you’re about to panic. Sara reacts fast and grabs your hands to put your restless arms down. “Calm down. Breathe. We’re in the medical bay, back on the Waverider, okay?”, she eases. A soft, caring tone in her voice, trying to reach you by staring into your eyes as she’d moved closer. “My head is pounding like hell. Worst. Hangover. Ever”, you groan while slowly repositioning your legs to sit on the edge of the reclined chair. “Yeah… that might have been my fault…”, Sara admits as she rubs the back of her neck in shame. A heavy blow to the head with a flashlight was needed to knock you out. She had to, there was no other choice. A hopeless sigh leaves your mouth as you bury your face in your hands. You're cured, the anachronism fixed and the world is saved, for now at least. Everything is back to normal again. But it doesn't feel normal. Avoiding eye contact with Sara at all cost, sight trained on the floor. There is no way you’ll be able to look her in the eyes again. Not after what you’ve done. You can still remember pieces. Flashes of you attacking Sara. 

“(Y/N)? It’s okay”. Sara lifts your chin up, now seated on a stool in front of you. “Hey, you're okay”. “No it's not. I-”. Your eyes start to get watery. “I hurt you, didn't I? Cause I remember…”, you whisper, examining her broken body. With a trembling hand you near her neck, but can’t bring yourself to touch the red, discolored skin. “Nothing I can't handle”. She blows it off as if it’s a small scratch. “Come on Sara. It's not. I-”. A tear rolls down your cheek while trying your best to fight off the other tears heaping up in the corners of your eyes. Sara gently wipes the teardrop away with her thumb, cupping your face with her right hand. She lifts your head up again and gazes in your sad eyes. “That is my fault. I did that. I went insane, like some crazy animal”, you continue, still refusing to look at her as you shift in a direction other than right in front of you. Not able to forgive yourself, feeling guilty as hell. “No, (Y/N)”. She moves your head back with a bit more force this time, not accepting your pity party, and her blue eyes lock onto yours. “It's okay. You're still here. I'm still here”, she expresses genuinely, “and I heard you.”. 

“Huh? You heard me?”, you question with a lost expression. “Yes, on the roof earlier today. Just before the team arrived to pick us up.”. In the process to comprehend what those words mean, still puzzling it all together when you feel a pair of soft lips touching yours. Overwhelmed, but that swiftly changes as you relax and close your eyes. She gets up from the chair and moves her hands away from your cheeks, wrapping both arms around you smoothly. You melt away even more and place your hands around her hips. A soft kiss turns into a more passionate one, as if both were longing for it for some time now. It being highly likely that Sara had these kind of feelings for a while now too. Her warm body is pressed against yours, and you slide your hands up to her waist to hold her even closer. Sara instantly pulled back and makes a soft hissing sound. You moan at the loss of contact before realizing what you just did. “Sorry…”, you apologize, voice laced with guilt, knowing you’re the reason of her bruised ribs. She chuckles lightly, paying no attention to the soreness of her body. 

“You know… there might be a remedy, to ease the pain. Didn’t they teach you that in the army, ‘Special Forces’?”, Sara says with a sarcastic tone. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you like the nickname more when Sara says it instead of Mick. “Remedy, huh? You mean this?”. Carefully lifting Sara’s shirt up and you press your lips on the bruised skin. Then softly on the other side. You slowly stand up from the chair and move up to her neck to give an even more gentle kiss. “And where does it hurt the most, Captain?”. Sara looks pleased, and without an answers back, she kisses you on the lips again with a wide smile. At the exact same time Jax walked in. “Woah... just wanted to check on you, (Y/N)”. He awkwardly turns his head away, not knowing where to look. “All good.”, you return with a grin, because in the corner of your eyes you see Sara. Who’s busy straightening her shirt to appear a bit more decent, considering her important role as leader on this ship. “Yeah, I can see that”, he responds while giving you a hug and continues: “The team is waiting in the Captain’s office. To celebrate”. “We'll be right behind you”, you assure Jax, who’s already marching back to the bridge with interesting gossip to deliver. 

A muffled groan manages to escape as you take a step, feeling the soreness of all the muscles in your bruised up body. “Gotta let the kids know the old one here is alright”, Sara jokes. Beaten up by Mick and Sara in your zombie-state, which you understand to the fullest. If you were in their shoes, you would’ve done the same thing. Then her smile fades and turns into a more serious expression. “You know… I really thought I lost you there in that basement”, Sara confesses, leaving the medical bay beside you. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see what the next apocalypse brings”, you tease, but Sara is not laughing. “I’m serious, (Y/N)”, she presses. “Yeah I know, sorry”. It’s always easier to make jokes then to think about everything that could’ve gone wrong. You were scared as hell. Scared to die. But even more scared of being the cause of the death of one of your teammates. “I can't lose you”, Sara whispers, squeezing your hand lightly. You lock eyes with Sara and stare into hers deeply. “Never”, you promise, as Sara sends you a loving smile in return. Both continue walking and a wide grin appears on your face. Turning to the left, you punch Sara’s shoulder playfully and say:

“You ain't getting rid of me that easily”.