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thedemoninme141 · 2 years

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Ghosts: Chapter 7: Become

"I always wanted to know what having a family feels like, thank you for making me feel that." . .

The cabin in the lake, her safe place, her and Jade's escape from the world. Tori enters the cabin alone with a duffel bag. It is been 5 months since the incident.

Six men were at the bar with Jade, trying to hit on her. Jade being Jade, taught them a lesson that cost her life, They followed her home, broke into her house, beaten her when she tried to defend herself. And killed her. Only because she insulted them for violating her. Tori closes her eyes.

Jimmy, Ron, Ralegh, Jack, Ethan, and Fred. These 6 boys were arrested, and they were spotted near Jade's neighbourhood. But not a single piece of evidence was discovered against them. There even weren't any fingerprints. But Tori knows, she has looked in her father's files,

There was a hair found there, sandy blonde hair, Ralegh had the same coloured long hair, but DNA tests didn't match. A second person's blood was discovered, but it didn't match any of them either.

Why would they match? The father of Ralegh was a multimillionaire businessman. He bought off enough people to put a stop to the inquiry. making it appear as though she was killed by a thief who broke in. Jade's father was a Major. He tried to do his best to find the killers but even he stopped, Tori tried to talk to him but he ignored her. "These are dangerous people Tori, Don't get involved," He said. "How could he give up? They killed his own daughter, of course, Jade said how distant he was with him but I didn't think he would be that low." Tori thinks. She had stopped talking to her father because he stopped looking into Jade's case.

"I am doing it to keep you safe Tori!" he said. Tori fought but what can she do as a scared alone girl from Hollywood arts?

Tori opens her eyes.

She looks at the wall, 7 men were her target, 7 pictures are pined on the wall.

She draws a cross on Ron's face, marking the victim of her most recent mission. She felt bad for mentally scaring an innocent girl. 5 of them remain. After she killed Jimmy, Ralegh, her third target, fled to Anaheim. They are all terrified because they believe Jimmy was killed by the Ghost. Father's one and only son Ralegh is now constantly surrounded by bodyguards so killing him in broad daylight won't be an option. Although as a daddy's boy, he has a habit of frequently visiting a nightclub once a week.

It's funny how easy it is to get a gun when you have the money.

So she wears Jade's black leathered hooded Jacket, Her black jeans.

And finally her Mask, The mask of Ghost.

"We have a masked vigilante terrorizing the streets. There are CCTV cameras everywhere, yet you haven't found this guy yet?"

The media reporter asked David,

"We are working on this case, possible suspects have been arrested and are now in interrogation."

"There are a lot of people who seem to support this Ghost figure, They think he is doing what you are supposed to do."

"They don't understand the damage he is causing by breaking the laws, surely he saved that girl from being abused but there were other legal ways to save her too. They need to understand that." David answered. .

"I think this Ghost guy is trying to help, He isn't doing anything wrong, he is just protecting the innocents against the hungry wolves of mankind."

Jade says lying next to her girlfriend on the lakeside cabin while holding her hand.

"Yeah, he is doing the right thing but he is doing it in a wrong way, I mean, what stopped him from joining the police force or something,"

"Come on You must be aware, Vega, that the majority of police are the avaricious pawns of the wealthy and powerful. "

"Ouch, my father's a cop too, you know? Good cops exists."

"That's why I said "majority" But considering your daily expenses, he might also be one of those pawns " Jade joked.

"JADE!" Tori hit Jade with her pillow and laughed.

Tori put her head on Jade's chest, Jade's calm heartbeat gave her the greatest sense of tranquility she had ever known.

"I wish we could cuddle like this all the time," Tori whispered.

"Who said we can't?" Jade said playing with Tori's hair.

"Nothing, I just don't know what I would do if I ever lost you."

"I am not going anywhere without you, because I feel just the same about you, Tori."

Tori approached the open casket while holding Jade's favorite scissors. She set them down beneath Jade's cuffed-up hands. . Each person had shown respect. The last one was Tori. To give Tori one last moment of privacy with Jade, they had left the church. Tori was still crying. She wipes off her tears to get one last good look at her Jade. She still looked heavenly beautiful, Tori places one last kiss on Jade's lips.

"I will make them pay Jade, whoever did this to you, they will suffer. And in the end, I will return to you, I promise." Tori wept as she said.

Tori watched as the coffin was lowered. Beck, who wasn't crying, caught her attention. His eyes appeared puffy; he must have cried all night. However, he appears to be feeling guilty. angry? Tori was unable to know.

After the funeral was done. Beck came to Tori.

"Tori.." Beck said calmly,

"Beck," Tori whimpered.

"It's not your fault Tori. It's mine" Beck said.

"How can.." Tori attempted to speak, but Beck cut her off.

"No, you don't get it, I've heard what you said to her before the day she died. Andre told me. You were supposed to always be there for her, you promised me. But you weren't there. You didn't deserve her. It's my fault for leaving her, if I haven't broken up with her I would have been there for her unlike you." Beck said coldly as he turned around."Don't expect any sympathy from me, Tori." He said without looking at her and walked away.

Tori fell to her knees, buried her face in the palm of her hands, and started sobbing. "I am sorry Jade... Baby, I am so sorry, please come back to me. I promise I will take care of you!" She whispered. She didn't feel Trina wrapping her arms around her, guiding her to a bench nearby. She sobbed nonstop for hours, refusing to leave the cemetery or Jade.

Tori looked at the J locket she was wearing, Jade gave it to her on their 6 month anniversary. She looked at Jade's grave and noticed a hooded man near it, looking down. He knelt down, placed a blood rose on it and started walking away. Tori couldn't see his face. She looked at Trina who was busy talking to her mother on her phone.

Tori started following the hooded man. She followed him out of the cemetery to downtown. She had never been to this part of the city before and had heard that it was full of thieves, thugs, and other criminals. But she didn't care; she followed the man into an alley because she had a gut instinct that he knew something. The man stopped walking. She immediately hid behind a dumpster nearby. When she peeked back, the man was gone. She had lost him. She went into the alley further hoping to find him but he was gone, But another man was approaching her. When Tori turned around she saw an old man walking towards her.

As soon as he got close to her he pushed her to the wall.

He positioned a knife close to her neck. "Purse, jewellery. Give me everything!"

Tori didn't know what came on her. Her father taught her how to defend herself when she was a kid. She kneed the thug in the groin area and pushes him off with all of her strength, the man falls to the ground. She looks around to find any weapon, she sees a metal pipe, she picks it up, and starts hitting. She hits again, and again, and again, and again. She didn't stop, she couldn't stop.

All the anger buried inside her, she targeted it at him, It started to rain. That's when she stopped, her vision was blurry, but she could see what she had done, the man's face was unrecognizable, blood all around his head. She started running away, she ran and ran, until she found another alley and hid there. She fell onto her knees. She had committed a murder.

But she wasn't feeling bad, she wasn't feeling guilty, she had just killed a man, but she was feeling okay. No, not okay, she was feeling peace?

She now understands what she needs. She needs justice for Jade.

She looked at the brick wall in front of her, it had graffiti, a graffiti of a skull.

She yelled,

"What kind of hero are you if you don't save the people who need you the most? She believed in you, she thought you were doing the right thing. She thought you were a protector of the innocent, She was wrong. I will BECOME what she needed you to be."

#jori #jade west x tori vega #jade west #tori vega #victorious

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ichayalovesyou · 2 years

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El Hotel De Los Secretos Ep. 9 Reaction

Now that I’ve found a source with English subtitles things are a LOT more clear, still, imma keep doing these anyway because I must make the content I wish to see in the world, right @seismologically-silly ?

Julio narrowly dodged being accused as being Pascual’s accomplice. Diego demands he leaves Pascual to rot, Julio is frantically trying to wash the blood off of his hands, having failed to get answers from his sister’s lover in time.

Teresa is definitely continuing to push the narrative that Diego is in love with her on Isabel. However I’m not sure she’s quite stupid enough to believe that. Considering what was revealed and the fact Julio got there first, Diego pulled the trigger before Pascual could get the truth out.

During Ayala’s interrogation, Diego is trying to frame the situation to imply that Pascual might’ve have also been responsible for Ximena but he’s not buying it. Ayala’s also definitely got an inkling that Diego killed Oascusl in cold-blood after Isabel was safe (real astute this guy! I like him!)

Poor Lupe is trying SO HARD to connect with his son (Jacinto, the gardener boy). Obviously could tell he’s crushing on somebody and is trying so hard not to ask too many questions and failing. Lupe’s a big softie fr fr I like him a lot.

Teresa is trying to get Ayala off the case with her high falootin’ friends. Isabel gets a hug from Julio and is more determined to figure out what happened to Cristina after watching Diego murder Pascual in cold blood. Revitalizing Julio’s investigative spirit by suggesting they search Pascual’s room before the cops do.

Shit Garrido had frisked Pascual’s room before Julio or Isabel have gotten to it, the arrangement with Teresa’s judge friend is to find Pascual guilty of both Ximena and Cristina’s murders.

OOH! Ayala is gonna question Julio and I really hope it leads to some collaboration because ultimately they both want the same thing: The Truth.

Felipe is free… yay… (I hope Andrés gets to beat his ass fr tho) hooray for celebrating your freedom all by yourself dickweed.

Julio is actually being honest with Ayala for the most part! However, he is holding back on the whole “Diego and Pascual had previously existing conflict bit.”

Yay Isabel getting peer pressured into kissing her monstrous fiance, pobrecita.

Oh shit I think Felipe might’ve given himself alcohol poisoning, I mean, he’s an assjoñe but I do feel kinda bad for him.

Ángela just confronted Belén about Andrés not being the father of her baby, YIKES. On the one hand Belén is all like “Andrés can make his own choices, so if he wants to give me things-“ bleggggh shut up girl.

If I didn’t know she wasn’t actively taking advantage of him (and gonna stab him in the back, thanks Teresa). I’d be on her side more than Ángela’s. But Ángela is DEFINITELY right about her boy and I’ve seen too many situations like the one Andrés is in not to know any better.

I don’t know if there’s much Ángela can do to protect him from Belén without alienating her son from her though. She might even do just that if she thinks that what it’ll take. That woman’s got a steel jaw for sure.

Julio tried to flirt with Natalia to get the laundry basket with Pascual’s clothes, it did NOT work. Boy this scrappy raccoon man thinks he’s bigger than he is in pretty much EVERY aspect doesn’t he? Listen guy, I know you pulled some Aladdin shit on Isabel and bullied Andrés into liking you also, but that shit ain’t gonna work on everybody! 😂

Julio did something nice for Andrés and he was IMMEDIATELY suspicious, he’s learning lmao. But also, has NO idea just how much Julio cares about him. I hope he finds out soon, this boy needs to get told ‘I love you’ by people who actually mean it a LOT more (looking at you Ángela, Julio and Isabel!). Maybe he’d be less of a people-pleaser if he did.

All that being said I don’t know WHY on EARTH Julio thought Andrés could successfully schmooze/trick anybody into anything, not even Natalia lmao. He immediately got caught in his attempt to get the laundry from her by his own MOM. 😂

You know, the nervous breakdown that lead to Sofia’s accidental miscarriage aside Alfredo seems like a relatively good guy. Kind of a ditz with self-esteem issues but he wanted to give his wife credit for an idea she had despite her insisting otherwise and cares about her. The bar is really on the floor for the rich ppl in this show but still!

On the flip side, Diego and Belén are still fucking around. Granted, he’s being awful and violent with her as usual. Not to mention the severe power imbalance. He is right about one thing tho, she is so definitely not in love with Andrés and prefers him. She’s still salty about the engagement to Isabel and taking out her frustration with Ángela on their “relationship”. Girl, what did you think was gonna happen, you’d marry above your station if he got you pregnant, he give you rich ppl presents? Hm? Methinks I mislike them both.

Ooh! Isabel and Julio found a key in Pascual’s things!! And Natalia just rattled on Ángela about asking if Belén had been in any relationships prior to her and Andrés! Things are getting spicy up in here!! In other news, Jacinto has a bad case of Teen Angst and killed his dad’s chili peppers thinking about poor Violeta :(

Isabel has gone to Ayala to answer questions without having to worry about Diego lurking, and also to search through Ayala’s desk for more info on Pascual! Clever woman! Time to find out what’s behind the door of Pascual’s home in San Cristobal… in the next episode!

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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Ateez Hongjoong: Tame (Final Part)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 2.2k in this part. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

“What are you guys up to?” you questioned, plopping down on the couch beside Wooyoung. Yunho, Jongho, and San were seated on the opposite couch.

“Just talking about one of our hostages who we will kill tonight,” Yunho replied while playing with a rubik's cube.

“What did they do?” you asked.

“He tried to sabotage our latest drug deal with a secret dealer from Russia. We didn’t know how he found out about it, but he spilled the beans on his gang,” San answered. “So we don’t need him anymore.”

“Well… rest in peace, I guess,” you remarked, making Wooyoung snort.

“Would’ve been better if we killed Yang Daeyoung instead.”

You turned to look at him. “Who exactly is he? I’ve heard his name a few times, but I’ve never gotten the opportunity to ask.”

Jongho gently cleared his throat. “He’s the man who raped and murdered Hongjoong’s sister. Him and three of his men. He wasn’t from a very powerful gang or anything, but he does his work extremely well. He wanted to take us down, and he used Hongjoong’s sister as bait to trap him. Hongjoong refused to give up on Ateez. By the time we managed to track Hongjoong, the damage was already done.” You felt your heart break; you couldn’t even imagine what your boyfriend had to go through.

“Where is Yang Daeyoung now?” you asked.

“Rotting in our torture chamber as we speak.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Why haven’t you killed him yet?”

“We are looking for his child,” Hongjoong replied, joining the conversation. “The man has over five trillion won kept in a secret bank account. He also has information, good and bad, on every mafia gang and the corrupted politicians and locals involved. That’s why all gangs are still on the lookout for him even though we captured him eight months ago. He has a secret place somewhere in the world and only his child can access his possessions as he used iris pattern recognition. He has covered up everything though. We can’t find shit on any of his family members.”

“No amount of threatening or torturing works on him. We even told him that we’ll find his child and torture them,” Jongho added. “But he won’t reveal anything to us.”

“Maybe I can try?” you suggested. You did learn how to torture someone for information, but it wasn’t something you really enjoyed.

“Your chances are extremely low,” Wooyoung remarked.

“I’m aware of that. But even a little information could be helpful, right?”

“Go ahead then, sweetheart,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. “I’d love to see my girl torture that filthy bastard.”

You pecked his lips. “Then let’s go now, shall we?”

You made your way to the torture room, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung following you. Seonghwa joined you after finishing his work in the interrogation room, satisfied with how much information he was able to obtain. Jongho entered a passcode for one of the rooms, letting everyone inside.

The room was pretty dark and looked like a jail cell. You saw a plate of untouched food on the floor. There was a chair in the middle of the room and a cot at the end of the room where Yang Daeyoung was sleeping, his back facing you all, long chains attached from his hands to a pipe.

Wooyoung moved to the sleeping form, giving the man a kick on his back to wake him up. “Get up, fucker.”

Yang Daeyoung groaned in pain before sitting up, looking at the faces of everyone in the room. As soon as you made eye contact with the man, your heart dropped to your stomach.

His eyes widened. “Kiah?! What are you doing here?!”

The boys immediately turned to look at you. You weren’t able to utter a word due to how shocked you were at seeing your own father there. His hair was quite long and he had a long beard and moustache. There were a few scars on his face and arms.

“How do you know her?” Hongjoong interrogated.

“Run from here, Kiah! They’re gonna kill you,” your father yelled at you.

“Do you know him?” Seonghwa asked you, but you weren’t able to answer. You felt sick. You felt terribly sick that it was your father who raped and murdered your lover's sister.

Tears rolled down your eyes when you glanced at your boyfriend. How could you ever face him now?

“Kiah!” your father yelled, tugging hard on the chains, grabbing your attention. “Get out of here! They’re gonna torture you in front my eyes! They said they will find you and torture you!”

Hongjoong looked at you with an emotionless expression, finally understanding the situation. “You’re his daughter?” You couldn’t respond.

“Are you this bastard's daughter?!” he yelled at you. Before you could answer him, he rushed out of the room. You couldn’t help but cry, burying your face in your hands, feeling your heart ache.

Your father glared at you angrily. “Why are you involved with Ateez?! What is wrong with—"

“Shut up!” you shouted, cutting him off. “You’re fucking pathetic! How could you r-rape someone when you have a daughter?! How could you lie to me all these years that you’re a cop, when you’re nothing but a heartless monster!” you sobbed loudly, collapsing onto the floor. You felt someone kneel beside you, wrapping their arms around you.

“Get away from her, Park Seonghwa!” your father spat.

Seonghwa turned to glare at him. “Shut it,” he said, before helping you stand up, taking you to your room.

You blankly stared at the window of your room from your bed, watching the horizon darker as night was approaching. It has been four days since you last saw Hongjoong. You felt nothing but emptiness and agony. You didn’t know if he was at the mansion or if he went somewhere as you haven’t left your room at all ever since Seonghwa brought you to it. The girls tried to make you eat, but you barely had the appetite to.

You sighed, forcing yourself to get out of bed to take a shower even though you were going to crawl right back into it.

Stripping out of your clothes and entering the shower, you pushed the tap, letting the warm water soak you. Closing your eyes, you could feel a dull ache in your chest when you began to think of Hongjoong. A sob got stuck in your throat, but escaped a few seconds later. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sat down, hugging your propped up knees. Your sobs got louder, and your throat was aching, tears mixing with the water running down your face.

After spending a few minutes crying until you couldn’t anymore, you finally washed your body and your hair.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and another one for your hair. You exited the bathroom after putting some clothes on, having no strength to dry your hair with a blow-dryer. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a figure seated on your bed.

“I'm sorry…” Hongjoong apologized, getting off your bed and moving towards you. He stood in front of you with a pained expression on his beautiful face. You wondered how long he was waiting for you and you really hoped he didn’t hear you cry. Even if he didn’t, he could still tell you were crying as your red, puffy eyes gave it away.

“F-For what?” you stuttered, voice shaky.

Hongjoong sighed, looking down at his feet. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have left you alone when you were going through much worse. It was a shock for you too…”

Your eyes filled with tears. “I understand why you did it. It’s okay…”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay, baby. I’m ashamed of how I acted. You didn’t deserve that.”

You blinked, causing the tears brimming at your eyes to slide down your cheeks. Hongjoong reached up to cup your cheeks, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head in his hold. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. “Hongjoong, I-I think it’s best if we end things.” His eyes widened, heart aching due to your words. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could. “I’m the daughter of the man who raped and murdered your sister, Hongjoong. I-I can’t…” you paused, sobs taking over. “I can’t live with that fact. I can’t look at you without thinking about it.”

“I don’t care, Kiah,” he reached out to hold your hands, his own eyes filling with tears. “I love you. Do you understand? I fucking love you. Yes, I was furious when I found out that you were the daughter of that bastard, but you shouldn’t have to suffer because of him. You didn’t even know what he does for a living. It’s not your problem.”

You sniffled. “You don’t h-hate me?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Baby…” he sighed, pulling you into a hug, his own tears rolling down his beautiful face. “I could never hate you. Never. You’re the love of my life. Fuck, I can’t even live without you. These past four days… I felt like I was gonna go insane if I didn’t see you, but I had to give you some space.” You didn’t know what to say.

“There's no me without you,” he continued, gently pushing you away so that he could see your face. “So please… never try to break up with me again. I’d rather die than live without you,” he cried. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest while you both cried together. Hongjoong placed soft kisses onto your head, trying to calm himself and you down.

When your sobs stopped, he gently pushed you away so that he could look at your face. He cupped your cheek, titling your head back before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own in a soft kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against you. “I love you,” he murmured.

You smile slightly. “I love you more.”

Epilogue

“Oh my god! We’re finally here!” Jiwoo squealed, running on the cooling sand. Ateez managed to find out the location of your father's secret hideout in Fiji with the help of Yeosang who used your iris pattern to track the computer. Ateez managed to receive all your father’s possessions and now you all had flown across Fiji for a mini vacation.

“Jiwoo's dream destination is Fiji and now we’re here,” San said, watching his girlfriend with love and adoration. You chuckled, watching San run after Jiwoo to join her little hyper session.

“We’re gonna go rest for a while,” Seonghwa stated, holding Aeji's hand.

Wooyoung smirked. “I know what that means,” he said, earning a smack on his head from the older man before the couple went to their beach house in the chain of houses.

Hongjoong took your hand in his, intertwining it. “We’re gonna rest too. See you all for dinner,” he said, dragging you along to your little beach house.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, sandals leaving prints on the sand, observing the various hues of orange, red, blue, and purple in the beautiful sky as the sun was setting. Hongjoong let go of your hand when you reached your beach house, pausing in his tracks. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he wasn’t going inside.

He cleared his throat, moving his hands to wrap around your waist. “You’re the only one who could tame my temper, as the boys always say," he started, making you giggle. “The only one who could make my heart beat so fast. I’ve never wanted anything more in life than to be with you. You aren’t just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. But now I’d like to change that,” he reached into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box.

Hongjoong got down on one knee, and you gasped, realizing what was about to happen. “I’d like to be upgraded from your boyfriend to your fiancé.” You chuckle at that and he opened the box, revealing a beautiful oval-shaped diamond ring.

“Moon Kiah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Yes!” you squealed, face beaming with happiness. Hongjoong took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He got up and you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. When you pulled away, he grinned before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you. Thank you for bringing light to my life.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too, Joong. So much.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

You couldn’t wait for this new chapter in your life, spending it with Hongjoong by your side for the rest of eternity.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 4 years

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Worthy - Hailey Upton x Matt Casey!Sister!Reader - Chicago PD

Request: Could you do a hailey upton x fem reader? The reader is Matt Casey's sister and works in Intelligence.

I was the one that asked for the hailey upton x female reader. Maybe do where the reader has knows about Hailey's past and supports her when she talks about it in a interrogation to a boy (this was a episode in season 6). The other could be something involving New York.

Warning: mentions of domestic violence, domestic abuse, alcoholism, suicide, murder,

Previously in Chicago P.D. 6x06

You stood with your arms crossed, leaning against the filing cabinet as Hailey went into the interrogation/interview room.

“Your dad, he beat your mom too, right?” Hailey’s question left you to frown, wondering how Hailey was working this all out.

“When was it the worst? Morning? Night?” When she didn’t get a response, she just let out a breath, her face blank and voice soft, “for me, it was worse on the weekends.”

Kevin glanced at Adam but you kept your eyes glued on Hailey through the one-way glass.

“My dad... would start drinking early. Like, noon. He’d just sit around, getting more and more pissed off. My brothers and I, we were just kids, you know? We wanted to have fun. And it drove him crazy. So he’d pick a fight with my mom, saying that we were being too loud. She’d defend us, because she always did. So he’d go after her, and then he’d come after us, with anything he could get his hands on. Belt, extension cord.”

You were about to walk out when you heard the suspect’s question.

“You ever think about killing yourself?”

Hailey’s voice was croaky as she replied, “yeah, but I didn’t, because I’m strong like you.”

“Hailey’s good. If this cop thing doesn’t work out, she should think about being an actor.”

Kevin’s statement had you rolling your eyes.

It wasn’t an act or a story.

“Sometimes I get this... anger inside of me. It’s like a need for revenge, you know, like I want someone to feel the pain that I felt. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“I do.” A tear ran down the suspect’s face as they curled in on themself, sniffling.

You walked out of the room after that, heading down the hall to sit in the locker room.

///

You approached Hailey after the case had been solved.

You knew she felt guilty about what happened to Devin and she had Jay and Adam trying to comfort her but what she had said in the room with Devin was bugging you.

Hailey frowned, about to ask you what was wrong when she realised you had turned on your heel as soon as Adam approached her.

“Give me a minute, Y/n, wait up!”

“That story you told Devin, that was true, wasn’t it?” You asked quietly, glaring as you noticed Hailey’s hesitation.

“Y’know he difference between our childhoods, Hailey, is that I was twelve when my mother took the key to our father’s house that Matt left out. She took the key, went into his house and shot him. Our older sister was at college, she didn’t know what happened. She didn’t know he was a monster who had begun to verbally abuse Matt and I after abusing our mother for years. She snapped and shot him. Your mother put up with the abuse.”

You didn’t see how Hailey’s eyes widened at your elaboration of your childhood. You figured Hailey already knew bits of it, since your family’s skeletons were pulled from the closet and plastered on billboards around Chicago, back when Matt was running for Alderman.

“It’s because of that and what I heard when you spoke to Devin that I know you’re not okay about what happened to him. And, yeah, I know you have Jay and Adam to comfort you, but I understand too-” You were cut off as Hailey slammed into you, her arms wrapping around you in a hug as you let out a breath, hugging her back.

/// Time skip 8x03

“What did the FBI offer you?” Jay asked over his drink, leaving Hailey to chuckle.

“Hm, okay. Joint level task force with the HIG, all interrogations, all high level targets.”

“Sure, sure, sure, sure, that sounds awesome. It’s a good pay.” Jay brushed off for a moment before acknowledging the pay.

“It’s a great pay. Honestly, made me a little embarrassed about what we get paid.” Hailey laughed, noticing Jay’s grimace.

“Well, you’ll probably be real good at it!”

“Yeah, maybe, I don’t know.” Hailey replied, smiling to herself.

“You’d like it out there, right?”

Hailey hesistated at that, glancing at the reply you’d sent to her message from earlier.

“I think it was just what I needed at the time.” Hailey admitted, leaving Jay to frown.

“Okay, but like you don’t need it now? Are you sure you’re talking to the right person about this?”

“Are you trying to tell me I should take it?” Hailey asked, leaving Jay to roll his eyes with a smirk.

“I’m telling you that you should have this conversation with Y/n.”

“Y/n’s not my partner.” Hailey replied, ignoring the pangs in her heart when Jay mentioned you.

“Doesn’t matter, she’ll be crushed if you leave without telling her.” Hailey frowned at what Jay said, leaving him to chuckle.

“Wow, Detective Upton missing evidence? That’s a new one.”

“What are you talking about?” Hailey enquired, brushing off Jay’s teasing.

“You should speak to Y/n-”

“Why?”

“Because she’s in love with you, Hailey!” Jay retorted, face falling as he saw Hailey’s expression.

“Hailey, wait!”

///

You were sat in Molly’s with your brother, quietly talking and as he had a beer and you had water.

“You sure you don’t want a beer? Stella might even make you one of those cocktails?”

“Beer tastes like crap, no offense.” You replied, sipping your water as your eyes landed on Brett, whose eyes were on your brother.

“You really are an idiot sometimes.” You replied, nudging Matt in the ribs as you caught him staring at Brett.

“What? Where did that come from?” Matt replied, turning to look at you as he almost spat his beer as you nudging him.

“She likes you back you cheeseboard-”

“Cheeseboard?”

“She likes you back, so stop pining for each other and just talk to each other properly for god’s sake!” You replied, leaving Casey to frown.

“She likes me?”

Your incredulous look had him raising his hands up in surrender before someone cleared their throat.

“Maybe you should take your own advice, Y/n.”

Your ability to not spit the mouthful of water you were about to swallow amused Matt to no end as he got up to give the two of you some space.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your gaze flicking across Hailey’s face as she frowned, gesturing for you to follow her outside.

“Hailey, talk to me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have feelings for me? Why did I have to find out through Jay?” Hailey replied, folding her arms as you just blinked, clearing your throat.

“It was back when you were dating Adam, and then I, I thought you liked Jay. I didn’t think you’d ever like me like that.” You admitted, avoiding Hailey’s eyes as they softened.

“What made you think I wouldn’t like you like that?”

Hailey’s question had you freeze and not from how bitterly cold it was outside.

“I, I thought you were straight, also we work together in the same unit and... you deserve better-”

“First, I’m not straight, second, yeah, we work in the same unit but so do Adam and Kim, third, I decide who I think deserves me, Y/n. You’re worth it, you know.”

“Worth what?” Your brow furrowed, noticing Hailey smile to herself.

“This.” Hailey affirmed, her hand going to cradle your jaw as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You gawped at her as your brain began to process what just happened, watching Hailey’s smile melt into panic for a moment before you tangled your hand in her free one.

Hailey smiled at your action, noticing your hesistation before you leaned in, your eyes asking for consent as she nodded to you.

Your face broke out into a smile before you leaned in, meeting her lips for a moment before you leaned back and kissed her forehead. Hailey chuckled in response.

“Yeah, I’m not going to the feds in New York any time soon.”

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Stay Strong, Alex - Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

"Detective (L/n)," Rick sneers. "And they say there's never a cop around when you need one."

"So you know me?" (Y/n) asks, her voice soft.

"Of course," Rick answers. "I took a whole year planning this. Watching Alex, preparing," (Y/n) folds her hands together and she can hear Kara pacing behind her near the door. "I know everything."

"How did you know I was Supergirl?" Kara snarks.

"That day at the beach," Rick replies. "Before you started wearing glasses." He pauses. "I had no idea that Alex would end up playing for the other team, so to speak." (Y/n) swallows thickly. "I was just happy she showed up on the date. And then there was a crash. And Alex's kid sister walked away without a scratch," Rick says calmly, looking up at Kara, who standing over (Y/n)'s shoulder. "People at school said it was adrenaline, but, uh . . ."

"But you didn't believe that," (Y/n) finishes, her head tilting a little.

Rick nods, "I saw Kara Danvers do something amazing. And it stayed with me. I knew Kara was living in National City, and then Supergirl showed up in National City . . ." Rick chuckles. "I put two and two together. I knew it was you."

"What happened to you?" Kara asks softly. "I remember when Alex had chickenpox, I was eating lunch by myself," Kara's voice sounds a little wistful as she remembers the Earth portion of her childhood. "You came and sat with me."

Rick chuckles again. "I was fourteen," as Rick begins, (Y/n) rises from her chair to lean against the table. "And I didn't have the nice house or the perfect family that you and your sister had."

"You think we had it easy?" Kara asks skeptically. "You have no idea what Alex sacrificed for me. Or what I was going through!"

"Why?" Rick sneers. "Because you had to hide your superpowers? I was hiding bruises!" Rick is yelling now and (Y/n) had taken half a step backward. "Do you have any idea what it's like to have your mother tell you your garbage every single night?" The blonde man makes eye contact with (Y/n) and the young woman crosses her arms. "A belt whenever you had the wrong opinion? And then I found a lifeline. A father my mom kept from me. And he saved me from her and he moved me away from Midvale. And even though he was always struggling, he always made sure there was food on the table and he got me enough money to go to college. And then three years ago, the state took him from me."

"Your father killed two people," (Y/n) says, her voice low. "He confessed."

"They had it coming," Rick growls and (Y/n) straightens, her arms still folded over her chest. "And now I'm going to rescue him like he rescued me." Rick pauses. "I can't believe we're still talking about me! You have twenty-four hours and eleven minutes." Kara stiffens as Rick continues, "Come on, Kara, show us some of that rah-rah Midvale Junior High Spirit." Rick is yelling now. "Free my dad! Or your sister dies."

Kara growls, zooms over, flips the table, and pins Rick to the wall.

"Oh, you use half this much gusto in springing my dad, you'll have your sister back for game night."

"Kara! We're done here!" (Y/n)'s voice cracks.

Kara lets go of Rick and the man drops to the ground. "Hey. You know what'll be fun?" Rick asks. (Y/n) frowns, an eyebrow raising as she steps back from the man. "Finding out which one of you loves her more." (Y/n) closes her eyes momentarily, a wave of anguish washing over her. "Honestly, I wouldn't know where to place my bet," Rick sneers and (Y/n) swallows thickly.

Kara frowns at the man and after a minute, the two women go to leave the room, (Y/n) pausing for a second.

"Go Stallions," Rick grins.

Just outside the room, Kara speaks, "I'm giving him one minute, then I'm going back in there."

"No," (Y/n) says and Kara turns to look at her, Kara's eyes blazing.

"Why?" Kara snaps.

"Let him sweat it for a while," (Y/n) tells her, her voice softer than usual as she talks to her girlfriend's sister. "We got what we wanted."

"What?" Kara asks. "All we know is how he knows my identity."

"We know that Rick's pinned his whole sense of self-worth on Peter Thompson," (Y/n) explains, her voice still soft. "Thompson is the key to getting Alex back."

Kara's blazing eyes seem to extinguish as she considers (Y/n)'s words.

. . .

An hour or so later, (Y/n) and Peter Thompson walk into Rick's integration room.

(Y/n) closes the door behind Thompson.

Rick grins down at the table, before standing up after a moment.

"Ricky," Thompson says with a smile.

"Dad," Rick says, and the two embrace.

"All that time in prison, I imagined a day when . . . I could talk to you without a pane of glass between us."

"The DEO moved heaven and Earth to free this man," (Y/n) says. "We did what you wanted. Now, tell us where Alex is."

"No. No, not until my father and I are far from here," Rick says.

"You think we're stupid?" (Y/n) asks. "I showed you mine. Your turn."

"So you can toss us in Gitmo?" Thompson asks. "Not gonna happen."

(Y/n) shakes her head in disbelief.

"Maybe he gives you a piece. A little token of goodwill," Thompson adds. "You gotta give them something, Ricky. That's how it works. Just tell them where she is." Thompson narrows his eyes at his son.

"Well, you really nailed his essence, I'll give you that," Rick says.

"What?" (Y/n) asks, stepping forward, her arms crossing.

"I mean, that thing . . ." Rick says, studying his father's face. "He couldn't decide whether to hug me or not. That's vintage Dad." Rick sits back down in his metal chair.

"What are you talking about?" Thompson asks, walking up to stand beside the table.

"My father would never be playing these games. He'd be wanting to get the hell away from here and making sure that he never went back to prison," Rick's expression is one of anger. "I've been planning this for a year. Do you really think I didn't prepare for you," Rick pauses, looking up at Thompson, "Martian?"

Thompson walks over to (Y/n) and shifts back into himself.

"You're down to twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes," Rick says as he gazes at (Y/n) and J'oon. "And counting."

(Y/n) closes her eyes, pressing her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose.

. . .

Winn runs down the hall. "Guys! We found Alex. I found her."

Kara - who is standing with Mon-el - turns to face Winn. "You did?" Kara asks frantically.

"We got a ping from her subdermal tracker," Winn explains. "She's not far!"

. . .

Back in the interrogation room, (Y/n) is sitting across from Rick, her hands folded and resting on the table in front of her.

"(Y/n)," Kara says, opening the door to the room. "Winn found Alex."

"What? How?" (Y/n) asks quickly, rising from her chair to look at Kara.

"I guess you underestimated my sister," Kara says, looking past (Y/n) to look at Rick. "Let's go."

But (Y/n) pauses, turning to look at Rick. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"You're delusional," Kara sneers. "And the second we get back here with Alex, you're going to prison with your dad."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Rick says with a shrug, and fear surges through (Y/n)'s heart.

Kara strides out of the room and (Y/n) meets Rick's eyes, holding the stare for a moment.

(Y/n) runs out of the room. "Watch him," (Y/n) tells the guard as she runs past him after Kara. "Hey, stop," (Y/n) tells Kara. "Malverne still thinks he's in control," (Y/n) tells her.

Kara turns, looking highly annoyed with (Y/n) at this point.

"He's not acting like someone who just lost," (Y/n) continues. "He didn't even flinch. It's like he expected this."

"No, no, no, we are not listening to that psycho," Kara says, walking closer to (Y/n). "Every minute we wait for matters."

"I - I want to get her as badly as you do," (Y/n) retorts, "but we can't punch our way out of this. We've got to get this right."

"If the shoe were on the other foot, Alex would already be out the door. I'm not waiting," Kara argues.

"You're not the only one who cares about her!" (Y/n) says, her voice rising.

"I'm going!" Kara yells over her shoulder as she strides out of the DEO.

(Y/n) swallows thickly and looks at the ground.

. . .

Kara flies across the city and lands in a warehouse, crashing through the roof.

"Kara!" comes a faint voice.

"Alex!" Kara yells in reply.

"I'm down here!"

Kara runs over to a metal plate on the floor and bends the metal, puling up the plate. Throwing the plate aside, Kara freezes, reading the writing on the wall: 'NOW YOU HAVE FOUR.'

"Four?" Kara asks. "What . . ." There is a rapid beeping and the timer next to the computer screen flashes to four hours.

. . .

In Alex's cell, water begins rushing into the cement cage. Alex, panicking, grabs her jacket to try to plug the pipe.

. . .

"Oh, my God," Kara whispers, her voice full of fury.

. . .

Kara walks back into the DEOs' headquarters, holding the laptop in one hand.

Entering Rick's room again, Kara sets the laptop on the table.

"Where is she?" Kara asks, her voice steely.

"I told you not to go . . ." Rick says calmly.

"Tell me where she is now!" Kara thunders, slamming her hands down on the table.

"I gave you thirty-six hours to break my father out of prison," Rick replies. "But you didn't listen. So now, that room is gonna fill up with water in less than four hours. I think it's time you got moving."

Kara's lip quivers. "Let me talk to Alex."

Rick leans forward and presses a few of the keys and there is a beep.

Kara turns the laptop around and leans down to talk to her sister through the computer.

"Alex," Kara says, her voice quavering.

"Kara! I sent out a signal, I thought you were coming," Alex says, the water up to her waist now.

"He re-routed the IP address. He sent us somewhere else. Do you have any idea where you are?"

"I was unconscious. I could be hours away or I could be in the city," Alex replies, a frown spreading across her face. "I don't know."

Rick leans forward. "Alex, it's Rick. It don't want to hurt you. I keep on telling your sister that. Tell her to get my father, and this can all be over. You can come home and get dry."

"No. Kara, no," Alex says, pointing at the camera. "You do not give that terrorist what he wants. You cannot let yourself be blackmailed. You cannot open yourself up to that, ever. Do you understand me? Supergirl is better than me."

(Y/n) enters the room and, seeing Alex on the screen, runs over. "Alex!"

"(Y/n)?" Alex asks.

"I'm right here," (Y/n) replies.

"(Y/n), I need to speak to you alone," Alex says, and (Y/n) grabs the laptop and walks out of the room.

(Y/n) stands down one of the hallways. "Hun, everyone here is working hard and we're going to find you."

"The water is rising fast and there are things that I need to say," Alex says, her voice cracking a little.

"No," (Y/n) says, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't start talking like this is the end."

"I don't want it to be, but in case that it is . . ." Alex says, pausing for a moment.

"It's not," (Y/n) whispers. "It can't be. You're a badass, Alex. And if anyone could figure out a way to get themself out of there, it's you. You're gonna hold on until I find you," (Y/n)'s voice cracks, and a tear slides down her cheek.

"(Y/n), listen to me, please," Alex tries to get out.

"No," (Y/n) argues desperately. "We just had our first Valentine's Day and I want to do more with you. I want more firsts. I want a first vacation. We haven't even argued about where we're gonna go yet, and it's bound to happen. Or what to name our first dog. Do you want to get a dog?"

(Y/n) lets out a watery laugh. "See, there's a lifetime of firsts that we're going to do together. So," (Y/n)'s voice quavers, "you hold on, okay? Hold on until I get to you. You promise. Promise me!"

"Yeah, um . . ." Alex pauses, scratching the back of her neck. "Let's name her Gertrude or we could adopt one from the animal shelter you volunteer at."

"I -" Alex tries to say, but the video cuts out.

"What?" (Y/n) whispers, typing furiously on the keyboard. "Alex!" (Y/n), frustrated with worry, tosses the broken laptop to the ground.

"What happened?" Kara asked, striding over to (Y/n).

(Y/n) meets Kara's gaze, her eyes alight with barely controlled anger. "I-I told you not to rush in. N-now you've made things worse."

"I did what I thought was right . . ." Kara argues.

"I should have been heard," (Y/n) says, her eyes narrowing. "I should have been listened to. I'm her girlfriend."

"I'm her sister!" Kara argues angrily.

"And you think that trumps me?" (Y/n) asks. "That you know what's right for her. I . . ." (Y/n) falters. "I got her to be herself, Kara." (Y/n)'s voice cracks. "I-I have just as much to lose as you." (Y/n)'s eyes burn. "You should have listened to me."

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xwing-baby · 4 years

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Impulse: Remedy (Javier Peña x Reader)

Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Rookie has really terrible coping mechanisms. Drug use, alcohol, swearing, derogatory language, smoking, mentions of murder(?)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Sorry for the delay lads, for some reason this chapter did not want to be written! As always don’t sleep with your boss and don’t do drugs unless their prescription :P

<-- Previous Chapter // Masterlist // Next Chapter -->

You were exhausted. You hadn’t slept for more than an hour after leaving Javier’s apartment. Not for lack of trying, you thought your previous activities would have worn you out. But no. You were too scared to sleep, not wanting to deal with any nightmares that might occur so you sat on your dusty old couch, drank a vat of coffee and waited until the rest of the city woke up.

You cursed under your breath when you saw Steve’s truck had already gone by the time you got downstairs. It was Connie’s volunteering day at the hospital, he always took her early. You had to go with Javi. You sat on the wall outside the apartment, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Javier to come outside. You had no idea what you were supposed to say to him, how were you supposed to act. You couldn’t really pretend like nothing had happened, sleeping with him like that was not something you could brush under the rug. But you didn’t want to talk to him about it, that would make it real. A real action with real consequences. If anyone found out that would be the end of your time here, and quite possibly the end of your time in the DEA entirely.

Eventually Javier came outside, spotted you on the wall and waved. You got up, chucked the packet of cigarettes in your hand to him before you stubbed out your own and got into the truck.

“So, do you want to talk about last night?” He asked as he lit a new cigarette.

“Not particularly. There isn’t really much to say is there?”

“Not really,” He shrugged, “You’re not in love with me now, right?”

“In your fucking dreams Peña. You weren’t that good,” You laughed at his audacity. You were lying, he was very good at it. But you weren’t in love with him. No, you couldn’t allow yourself even if you were.

“You bitch,” He tried to be serious but your laugh was contagious.

Javi immediately felt relieved, he’d spent all night worrying about you. He really didn’t want the sex to ruin everything you had going as a team. He was a little scared he had scared you off entirely but now you were laughing in his passenger seat as if nothing had ever happened all his worries were laid to rest.

“It happened and that’s it. We don’t need to make it a thing,” You said.

“Agreed,”

“Awesome, let’s go to work then,”

And just like that, it was like nothing had ever happened. Back to piles of paperwork, chasing up lazy cops for their reports and trying desperately to avoid Carrillo. It was going to take time to get over what you had seen him do. You didn’t want to see him, let alone be left alone with him. You’d pushed all responsibility for anything related to him onto Javier, who in return passed you more of his paperwork. It was a fair trade off.

At your desk, hummin away to yourself you could almost convince yourself you were fine. Thanks to the never ending cup of coffee and the sugar doughnuts you found for lunch, your energy levels were back up high. All reminders of the night before were out of sight and you were so consumed in work you didn’t notice as the day came to a close.

“Good night last night?” Steve asked across the desk.

“Huh?” You looked up from your work. Steve motioned to his neck, and you immediately cringed. You had forgotten about the hickey. “Oh, um yeah I guess,” You pulled your jacket back on, despite the heat, as the collar would cover the mark again.

“I thought you and Peña were out in the jungle for that lead. You would have got back super late,” Steve said.

“Everyone’s got their vices, Murphy,” Javier reappeared, jumping to your aid. Steve looked suspiciously between you and Javi.

“Guess you two are becoming more similar by the day,” He chuckled to himself, shaking any ideas from his mind.

“Guess so,” You agreed. You and Javi shared a glance while Steve looked away, both of you well aware of the shit storm that would kick up if Steve found out. He loved you and Javi a lot, but there is no way he would just skip over such an event. You flashed a smile, silently thanking Javi for stepping in for you, before he went back to work again.

To avoid any further questioning, you kept your jacket on for the remainder of the day, rather enduring the heat and cursing Javier for leaving a mark, than having anymore prying questions from Steve. When you finally gave up struggling with your mountain of paperwork, Steve offered you a ride home which you took gladly.

“You and Javi slept together last night, huh?” Steve asked as you rolled out of the embassy. Startled, you immediately went on the defense and laughed.

“Wh-what no!” You spluttered.

“I’m not an idiot, Rookie,” Steve raised an eyebrow at you. You didn’t know what to say, so shook your head and shrugged, “So Javi was talking out of his ass earlier?” He said. Your stomach immediately dropped.

“Who’s he been talking to?” All laughter was gone from your voice. If Javi had said something that was it. Why on earth would he say anything?

“So something did happen?” Steve exclaimed, happy that his hunch was right.

“Steve,” You sighed heavily. Relieved for only a moment before more dread piled on.

“I can’t believe you two,” He said shaking his head, “I mean I was kind of expecting it with Javi’s reputation but I thought you had some standards at least,”

“You weren’t there, you don’t get it. It wasn’t anything meaningful just- things happen sometimes,” You sighed, “Did he actually say anything to you?”

“No,” He spoke more sympathetically now, “but I figured something was up, you’ve been acting weird all morning,”

“That’s more to do with the lack of sleep,” You explained, “Yesterday got a bit… dark. I don’t think I slept at all,”

“Carrillo?” Steve asked. You nodded solemnly, “You’ll get used to it,”

You didn’t get used to it. That night haunted you. You couldn’t sleep, every time you shut your eyes the tortured man's face stared back at you. You were practically intolerable come the end of the week. You’d fallen asleep at your desk on multiple occasions, snapped at everyone in the office, and drank enough coffee to fill an Olympic swimming pool. You made a secretary cry by snapping at her over some missing evidence and, had broken the phone on your desk.

As bad as your week had ended up being you still had to go out at the end of it. Instead of curling up with a movie and takeout you had to attend María’s family’s party. You didn’t know why you were invited but you definitely couldn’t back out of it. You’d hoped by now you would have cheered up, that you would be excited to let loose but you were miserable.

The party itself was gorgeous. Set out in the countryside, an hour from Medellin, the hills made for a beautiful backdrop. The Parreño’s summer house was exactly as you had expected, lavish and decadent. Courtyards filled with marble statues and paintings by various famous artists covered the walls. Lights were strung up around the garden between the pool house and a gazebo creating a colourful glow out onto the golden sky.

The air was full of conversation and music. Even though you were surrounded by people who would kill you if they found out who you really were, somehow with a drink in your hand you felt a little more relaxed. María had leant you a dress, a simple little black number, and fixed your makeup in the car ride here while excitedly telling you about her cousin from Argentina she was going to set you up with. You were at the very least, on the way to being happy.

María dragged you around introducing you to so many people you couldn’t remember their names. You gave up trying after ten different people María introduced as her auntie. You smiled and politely complimented their outfit or their hair and moved on. That was until you finally recognised someone. Senator Parreño, a regular face in your life. You prayed he wouldn’t recognise you, you had only met him once, sitting in the back of the ambassador's office while they spoke about something. Like most people, he ignored you that day and hopefully he wouldn’t have a clue now.

“Dad this is my friend, Isabela,” María introduced you. You were taken back for a moment. You knew her family was rich, but a senator for a father made them powerful too. Far more influence and scandal with their new link to Escobar too.

“Nice to meet you,” You smiled and shook his hand. The senator looked puzzled.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh stop it Dad I talk about her all the time, she’s been to our house a lot,”

“No, no it’s from somewhere else,” He squinted at you, looking you up and down. You could feel yourself sweating as you nervously took a big gulp of the cocktail in your hand.

“Isabela works at the American embassy papa, maybe you’ve just seen her there,” María said.

“I am a secretary,” You added quickly, “Usually running around the place, you probably saw me then,” You laughed nervously. Outwardly, you knew you looked normal but inside you were panicking massively.

“Ah I see,” He nodded, not entirely convinced. Luckily before he could interrogate you further or work out who you actually were, María linked arms with you and pulled your attention away.

“Come on, I just spotted Carlos. You will love him,”

Three things you had learnt about Carlos. One, he could and should be in a magazine. He was stunningly handsome in a shirt with far too many buttons undone you were practically drooling over him. Two, he was smart. An engineer. A very upstanding career especially compared to the occupation of most of the people at the party. And three, he really liked cocaine. That part did let him down quite a bit.

Hidden away from the prying eyes of parents and older generations, María, Diego, Carlos and multiple others you did not remember the names of, sat around listening to Carlos rave about the new recipe his friend had told him about. You listened carefully, if your hangover didn’t delete this information in the morning it would be great. Could finally have something to show for your weeks with María.

Carlos pulled out a pack of the new cocaine and poured out a good pile. You watched them all take a line. Part of you was interested in seeing what it was like. It must be good if everyone was so addicted to the stuff. You handled some much of the powder on a daily basis but you’d never even tried it. Seemed almost ridiculous. Maybe it was what you needed to finally relax a little, the alcohol wasn’t hitting the spot. One line wouldn’t kill you.

“Want some?” María offered, wiping her nose of residue. You shook your head.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” You announced, standing up from your seat on the couch. You climbed over María out of the circle of people. You could use their distraction to your advantage now. Now María wasn’t holding on to you you could actually go and investigate. Now with two Narcos connected attendees at least and the revelation that Senator Parreño was María’s father, any information you could find giving a definite link would be huge.

“Don’t be a pussy Isabela!” Diego hollered.

“Oh leave her alone, she’s only going for a moment,” María shoved her boyfriend playfully, “She’ll do it later,”

“Pacing myself,” You agreed with a smile.

“Miss you already!” María called after you before dissolving into fits of giggles.

Inside, the house was quiet. Only a couple of people sat in the living room downstairs and they paid no attention to you as you walked inside.

You walked up a set of elegant marble stairs, deciding upstairs may be your best option so not to get caught. Two long corridors led off the stairs, with doors leading off each side. You were looking for an office, that would be the place any paperwork would be kept. You would need letters, or meeting schedules. Something to prove a link.

You turned left, and hit the jackpot with the first try. Senator Parreño’s home office.You pushed the door open slowly, checking nobody had followed you before going inside. The office was immaculate, just as grand as the rest of the house. A large portrait of Maria’s family hung over the back of the desk, all of their eyes watching you as you searched through the room.

The room was full of things. One wall taken up by a set of shelves full of books and photographs and different trinkets of different sides. A leather couch sat in the window overlooking the gardens.

You came to the desk last. The top was clear of anything bar a photo of his wife, a line of pens and a rolodex. You flicked through it, found nothing of interest.

You stood up to find something you could use to pick the locks when you heard heavy footsteps from outside the door. You stood still for a moment, hoping to hear the footsteps go in the opposite direction down the hall. They got closer.

Before you were caught red handed, you made your escape. Racing to the door, you hoped you would have enough time to slip out without being caught. Quietly as possible, you opened the door.

“Isabela,” María’s father’s voice came from behind you as you shut the door. You turned around quickly, smiling innocently.

“Hi Mr Parreño!” You exclaimed, “Do you know where the bathroom is? I can’t find it?”

“It’s not in there,” He looked at your hand on the door, which you quickly removed and stepped away from.

“You’re house is just huge. I can’t ever seem to remember where I am going here,” You laughed nervously, “I’ll try down the hall,” You turned around and began to walk away, your

“I’d learn to be more careful, Agent,” The senator said after you. Your heart stopped. Slowly, you turned back around to face him again, “I guess you are here for my daughter’s stupid boyfriend?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You said slowly, your mouth slow to catch up with your brain which was already working out the multiple ways to get out of the house safely.

“You can quit your act, I won’t say anything,” He laughed dryly.

“No act,” You shook your head, “I didn’t lie, I really don’t know what you are talking about. I am not here investigating Diego. María invited me”

“I remembered where I saw you. You were with those DEA agents,”

“I work with them sometimes, we’re friends,” You shrugged.

“You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?” He was on to you

“I’m sorry but I really do need the bathroom, if you could direct me there that would be great. I’ve had far too much to drink,”

“Down there, fourth on the right,”

“Thank you,” You walked away quickly, heart thumping against your ribcage at an alarming rate. He knew who you were! He knew exactly who you were!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You cursed under your breath.

You quickly spiralled, thinking off all the worst possible things that could happen now. Parreño would tell someone else who you were, maybe he would do something now. You were alone, neither Peña or Murphy knew where you were, out in the middle of nowhere it would be pretty simple to get rid of your body. You didn’t even find any evidence, you reasoned with yourself and he wouldn’t want any suspicion to his name. He probably wouldn’t kill you.

Taking another deep breath as you tried to calm your rattling heart. Your hands gripped the cold porcelain of the sink and slowly you relaxed again. You couldn’t go back out looking like you were scared, that would give you up entirely. You looked at your face in the mirror, at least outwardly you didn’t look too bad. Your makeup had shifted a little but you still looked ok. You were fine.

After another round of deep breaths and a pep talk to yourself, you stepped out of the bathroom and put a game face on.

“Isabela! You’re back!” María exclaimed as you returned to the group. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Your voice was not convincing as you watched the senator walk past. He looked at your briefly, a knowing glint in his eye as he clocked you. “Can I have some?” You nodded to the coke on the table as an impulsive and reckless idea came into your head. There was no way he could continue to think you were DEA if you did this. Either that or he would just think you were an idiot and not press you again.

“Finally you stop being a complete baby! Come here!” María cheered.

You stood up and stepped over to where María was knelt. You joined her on the floor, watching carefully as she lined the powder up with a card from the table. She presented it to you with a flourish, laughing again.

Surprisingly, you were not scared. The adrenaline of the close call was pacing through your veins. Your mind was so full of fear and anxiety, the idea of finally getting some relief was enticing.

You felt calm, no anxiety in your body holding you back anymore you took the drug from the table. You made a face of discomfort and spluttered a bit when it hit the back of your throat. The people around you laughed, but you didn’t feel embarrassed. It took a moment, but soon you felt the effects. All inhibition and anxiety left your body, you felt lighter and buzzing with energy.

“See, it’s good right?” Maria smiled. You nodded enthusiastically.

You woke up the next morning, tired and hungover. You couldn’t remember much of the night, but turning over to see Carlos naked next to you gave you a good idea of what had happened. He drove you back to Medellin a few hours later, his sports car was a very nice change from the cars you usually drove in. He was a sweet guy and you talked the entire journey home.

“Will I see you again?” He asked as he pulled up a little way from your apartment. You pretended to think about it for a moment, before breaking into a smile and nodding. “Perfect,” He smiled. You got out of the car, the happy smile not leaving your face as you waved and walked away.

You watched his car pull away before turning in the direction of your apartment. You still had an identity to hide afterall, even if he was nice you couldn’t let him see where you actually lived. There was still a threat of Parreño exposing you, if Carlos knew where you lived too it was only a matter of time before everyone would be in danger too.

“So that’s where you were,” Javier called out to you across the street as you approached. He sat on the steps of the apartment building, enjoying the sunshine, smoking and drinking a beer. “Getting laid,”

“Not jealous are you, Javi?” You smirked.

“No! You’re an adult you can do what you want,” He said with a laugh. A jealous twinge in his chest caught him off guard but he couldn’t let you know that, “You look nice by the way, it’s a cute dress,”

“Thanks,” You blushed a little. He shuffled out the way to let you pass him and climb the stairs. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me,”

“Sure,” You shut the door behind you leaving Javi alone again. He sighed heavily, blowing out his smoke. He never got jealous, but you had done something to him. He initially put the feeling down the worry. He was concerned for you, going undercover was not something you should be doing at all and from the small amounts you had told him it could be more dangerous than you had first thought. But seeing you step out of that car, seeing you kiss the driver, he knew it was jealousy.

He wanted to have you close all the time, to protect you. You were perfectly capable of protecting yourself, and had shown that on many occasions but the idea of someone else holding you the way he had made him feel sick. That feeling in turn made him angry. He shouldn’t be feeling any type of way towards you, you were a team mate. He was your mentor.

He’d brought it all on himself, he shouldn’t have ever invited you in that night. He would have to suffer through the feeling until it went away, you could never know.

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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6x02: Two and a Half Men

Then:

Sam Winchester’s back from Hell

Now:

A woman runs with her baby from an unseen assailant in her house. She gets herself and her baby under the bed and they stay as quiet as possible. She sees her dead husband on the floor and can barely keep it together, but does, just in time for the assailant to pull her out from the bed, leaving the baby to watch the carnage.

Dean, Lisa, and Ben start unpacking their life in their new home.

Sam checks out the murdered couple. The baby is missing.

Dean orders pizza for lunch, disregarding Lisa’s earlier promise to Ben that they’ll check the neighborhood out when they go out for lunch.

Sam confers with Grampa Campbell about the case. Something weird is happening with babies. Sam doesn’t see it, but notices that the house has a security system that wasn’t set off by the invader. They have a lead.

Dean wanders into the garage to find Ben messing around with a shotgun from Baby's trunk. He makes it VERY clear that Ben will never shoot a gun.

Ben wants to do what Dean does. Dean turns on the ol’ John Winchester charm and yells at Ben to shut up about the gun. Ben backs down and walks away, dejected.

Samuel has found another family that has the same security system --and fits the profile of the previous victims. Sam heads out to find them.

Lisa confronts Dean about his altercation with Ben. She wants to know what’s up with Dean. If they killed what was after them, why is he acting like this? She gets that he’s trying to protect them, but he’s scaring her.

Sam gets to the couple’s house only to find them already murdered. He follows bloody footprints through the house.

The murderer pops out at him and they fight. Sam slices him with a silver knife, and the wound hisses. The assailant runs away.

While Dean secures the perimeter that night, Sam calls needing his help on a case. Dean insists that he’s out. Sam tells him something so interesting that Dean meets him.

Sam saved the baby!

The next morning, Dean hands Lisa a gun, tells her to salt the doors and windows, and takes off to work the case with Sam.

First on the agenda: shopping for baby supplies. As they’re checking out, the baby starts wailing. Neither brother knows what to do --and here I want to question what the hell Dean’s thinking. Sam has an excuse re: no soul, but Dean, you’ve taken care of a baby before. Anyway, they keep looking at the poor thing like it has two heads.

A nice woman comes up to coo over the baby and asks his name. Dean answers, “Bobby” and Sam answers, “John”. Yep, the baby is named Bobby John. She offers to change his diapers for them. Dean glances over at a security monitor and sees that her eyes are glowing.

Dean declines. More specifically he says, “Give me the baby before I stab you in the neck.” Bold. The lady takes off running with Bobby John. Sam wrestles the baby from her while Dean full body tackles her to the ground. She plays the old lady card and security comes after Dean. He runs.

Sam and Dean need to get off the road, especially since the shifter caught Sam’s license plate and is now a cop tracking the number.

At a motel, Dean changes Bobby John’s diaper and then hums him to sleep with Smoke on the Water. EVERY TIME I’m sorry to say this just makes my brain emit a low, steady brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

For Tender Dean Science:

Okay, I’ve rebooted.

Sam - who has spent the whole time seated in front of research material - is impressed at Dean’s fatherly chops. But like, HE RAISED YOU, SAMMY. You must at least be able to logically analyze your memories? Dean chalks up his skillz to his recent experience parenting Ben. “I know he’s not my kid, but lately I’ve been feeling like...yeah, he is.” He’d like to raise Ben better than they grew up. In related news, do you ever want to just chew off your own arm???

Soulless!Sam informs Dean that moving Lisa and Ben from place to place is just as bad as their own fractured childhood.

Sam pushes Dean to consider that his paranoid behavior is turning him into their father. I do like that Sam is helping my girl Lisa out with the traumatized man living in her home but DAMN, SAM. While Dean broods over his failures as both a father and a partner, Sam realizes that the dad in the recent deadly home invasion is still alive. He heads out, leaving Dean to dip his finger in whiskey and let Bobby John have a taste.

Bobby John’s dad is...not bereaved. His wife was cheating on him and got pregnant. (So apparently she deserved a gruesome death? Huh. Good to know, dude.) She denied she was cheating, telling him that he’d come back early from a trip and they’d had sex. It’s fun how the layers of trauma this cold open woman goes through just get worse and worse.

At the motel, Dean’s relaxing on the vibrating bed when there’s a wet explosion from the crib. It’s not a poopy diaper! When he peers over the crib, Bobby John’s an entirely new baby. (He’s the baby on the diapers box and I really hope those parents got to keep that prop!) Sam calls with a new theory - the baby’s father is a shapeshifter!

Bobby John gets cleaned up just in time for a shady manager to knock on the door and demand to be let in. The shapeshifter cop from earlier bursts in just as Dean unlocks the door. He’s there to bring the baby to “our father,” whomever that is! They engage in fisticuffs, until Sam arrives and shoots the shifter.

Later, they’re driving off with Bobby John to find a safe haven for the little tyke. “I didn’t even know they had babies,” Sam says, of shifters. “I thought they were just freaks of nature - like, X-Men style.” Gurl, please. He refers to Bobby John as a monster, but Dean insists that Bobby John is just an innocent baby. If I had a dollar for every time this show danced around this point only to fuck off and forget it in the next episode, I’d have a lot of dollars.

Sam suggests bringing Bobby John to the Campbells to raise, which Dean thinks is a monumentally poor idea. (I’m Dean/Cas endgame BUT imagine society if Dean had brought Lisa a shapeshifter baby to raise!!!) Sam “not all hunters” the Campbells, then says that Samuel is like Dean. This is...not the slam dunk argument Sam thinks it is. “I’m a freakin’ head case,” Dean rebuts and it is a SOLID REBUTTAL. Still, they head to the Campbell’s compound.

And it is a literal compound, with armed guards standing patrol at the metal gates. In the grim main building, cold Campbells circle Dean and Bobby John like sharks. All the Campbells look like they’re one step away from taking a knife to the baby. Dean refuses to hand over Bobby John to any of the “family.” Sam asks to hold Bobby John. Sam then immediately turns around and hands Bobby John over to Samuel and I CHEW MY OWN ARM OFF I HATE SOULLESS!SAM sometimes. Dean wants to know what the plan is now.

All the dark looks shot between the Campbells make me want to scream, and then weep.

Dean’s worried about the Campbells wanting to study Bobby John (in the mad scientist way) and Christian Campbell laconically comments that Dean’s mind goes straight to torture. When Dean demands an explanation, it’s revealed that the Campbells know aaalllll about Dean’s torture time in Hell.

The Campbells also fantasize about what a great hunter a shapeshifter will make. Samuel demands that Dean trust him, and then interrogates Christian about his baby-making failures with his wife. He offers Bobby John to Christian. “The crap I do for this family,” Christian mutters as he takes the baby. READERRRRRRRRRS, I hate him.

Outside, a dog yelps. Dean and Sam flee for the panic room with Bobby John while the Campbells load up with weapons. A shapeshifter arrives, wearing Samuel’s face. They tranquilize him after a fight, and try to take him prisoner.

The shifter heads down to the panic room wearing Sam’s face, tosses Sam across the room, and then just...shimmers himself into Dean’s form.

The shifter pins Dean against the wall, cutting off his air until he passes out. He then takes Bobby John and calmly walks out.

Later, they all reconvene after the fight. Samuel reveals that the shifter was an alpha shifter, who spawned all the other shifters. “The lore” also says that an alpha can sense their babies anywhere.

As Dean and Sam walk out to the car, Dean goes over the details of the hunt. He wants to know if Sam registered what the shifter at the motel had said about his “father.” Sam lies incredibly poorly, but Dean puts it all together. If Sam knew the alpha was on the hunt, then he would have known that he would come after Bobby John. Dean wants to know if he was using the baby as bait. Sam plays it off - he just thought the Campbell compound was the safest place. UGH DOUBLE UGH at all the terrible layers.

Samuel has a brief phone call, complaining to an unknown boss about how hard it was to try to take the alpha shifter prisoner.

Back at Lisa’s, Dean frets about the best way to keep Lisa and Ben safe. He acknowledges that he’s been acting like a prison guard. “You tell yourself you’re not gonna be something...my dad was exactly like this. All the time. Scared the hell outta me.” Lisa tells him that she knows one thing:

She looks at him, and sees someone who wants to hunt. But she also tells him that he sees himself as “some bad, awful thing. But you're not.” She proposes that Dean head out to hunt with his brother, and stop by when he can. Maybe they can have it all!

Dean smiles a real, honest smile in the garage as he pulls the car cover from Baby. Smoke on the Water plays us through a truly gratuitous hot rod close-up of Baby. The curves! The headlights!

For I’m Just Gonna Give You Two the Room Science:

Dean is back in town!

Baby Quotes:

So either we've got monsters grabbing babies to make baby stew, or we've got a bunch of psychotic yokels grabbing babies to make baby stew. Either way, it's baby stew, which is bad

You think I speak baby?

I've never seen a baby monster before

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years

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Run『 JJ Maybank 』

request - Yes! The actual request is a little long and has spoilers, so I’m not going to put it here, but the request was made by @whats-goingon22.

word count - 4.8k warnings - Swearing, major character death (or is it?) synopsis - You’re John B’s sister and after sending him off on the Phantom, it’s up to you to cover for him. But Ward Cameron is still your legal guardian and he comes to collect his property. tagging - @diverrdown, @simonsbluee, @parkerpetertingle, a/n - I’m in love with this idea it’s actually so great, so full of angst. Also, I absolutely love getting requests so much, they’re so much fun. I’m not sure if this 100% what you wanted, but here it is!

***

You stood on the edge of the dock, arms tightly wrapped around yourself as the Phantom started disappear into the marsh. Your brother was on that boat, drifting off to an unknown future, and you weren’t there beside him. Part of you wondered why you didn’t come with him now, but there was so much that had to be put in order before you could be reunited.

Still, that awful truth didn’t make the tears in your eyes any less real.

“Hey,” a voice said from just behind you. You startled, quickly wiping away a tear.

“Kie and Pope done with their moment?” You asked your best friend, JJ. He gave a quiet laugh.

“Not quiet.”

“So much for no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”

“I think we broke that rule a long time ago, Routledge.” You could hear the smile in his voice. With a roll of your eyes, you finally turned to look at him.

“In a moment of weakness, Maybank. That-” you waved your hand toward your two friends with their locked lips. “Is not a moment of weakness.”

There were still tears in JJ’s eyes as he glanced down at your lips. You were tempted to back away. Now was not the time for this. That temptation grew stronger as he lifted his hand to your face, but instead of pulling you closer, he brushed his thumb against the cut on your lip. You flinched, turning your face away from him.

“That’s not the first time you’ve taken a couple punches for me,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t taking punches for you. Barry was beating the hell out of you. Was I just supposed to stand there and watch?”

With a small smirk, JJ shrugged his shoulders. He was going to say something else when you heard the sound of cop sirens. You whirled your head around, eyes wide with fear. You and JJ ran back to land, joining Kie and Pope in the grass.

“Sealed lips,” you said as the cops pulled up. “None of us says anything.”

“Not a damn thing,” Pope agreed. You crossed your arms, eyes narrowed. But it wasn’t just the Kildare cops that came for you. It was the SBI too. You knew they were all after your brother, but seeing them all pulling up with their swooshy coats and furrowed brows was a little more terrifying than just knowing they were out there somewhere.

It didn’t take them long to figure out where John B had gone. Your heart hammered in your chest as they started to ask hurried and irritated questions. You just shook your head, denying any contact with him since the hunt started. They knew it was a bold faced lie. The car John B had stolen was sitting right there in the middle of all the other cop cars.

The head SBI guy stared at you with his eyes narrowed.

“You’re the sister?” he asked, breathless.

“I’m y/n Routledge, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“She comes with us,” he said, looking up at the cops. “Shoupe, take the others with you.”

“No!” Kie stepped forward and stood in front of you.

“It’s okay, Kie,” you said, keeping your gaze with the SBI agent. “I’ve got nothing to hide.”

You rode in the back of the jet black SBI car, silent. By the time you got back to their tents by the lighthouse, the sun was starting to set. You caught a glimpse of your friends as you were escorted to a separate tent. Kie looked absolutely horrified, but Pope was holding tight to her hand. JJ met your gaze and gave you a short nod, which you returned.

These people could do whatever they wanted to you. You were never going to give up your brother.

They drilled you, asking a thousand and one questions about where you were the past few days, what you were doing, what your friends were up to. They tried to catch you in a lie, to trip you up with different interrogators asking different questions, but your story was solid because it was the truth. With a few bits left out here and there and a little bit of twisting, of course.

You knew that the best way to tell a lie was by telling the truth.

“He didn’t do it,” you said once the head agent had run out of questions. He lifted his head to look at you. “My brother didn’t kill Sheriff Peterkin.”

“Then why did he run?”

“Because you chased him.” You struggled to keep your voice steady. The last thing you wanted to do was explode and get yourself locked up too. “What would you do if you were being hunted for a crime you didn’t commit?”

“I would tell the truth.”

“He tried!” You leaned forward in your chair. “But no one would listen to him.”

The agent huffed, tired of you and your spotless story.

“y/n?” you heard a voice shout.

Fear ran through your system, eyes going wide and heart starting to pound. You knew that voice and it belonged to the one person you had ever been afraid of. How else were you supposed to feel about him when he killed your father, adopted you and your brother just to “keep his enemies closer”, and drove John B off the island by spreading lies about him?

As Ward Cameron came running into the tent, you stood up so fast that your chair fell back. You tried to back away from him as he got closer to you, a sick and sadistic smile on his face, but Sheriff Shoupe, who had been standing there for your entire interrogation, stopped you before you backed out of the tent.

“Keep him the hell away from me,” you half-seethed, half-whimpered, pulling against Shoupe. Every step that Ward got closer to you, it felt like a thousand tons of bricks were being dropped onto your chest. By the time he reached you, you could barely breathe.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you, y/n. What happened to your face?” He lifted his hand to brush his fingers over the bruise on your jaw, but you flinched away from him.

“Sir,” the head agent said, stepping forward to come between you and Ward.

“It’s okay,” Ward said, putting up a hand. “I’m her legal guardian and I want to take her home.”

“Your house isn’t my home,” you snapped. “I don’t want to be anywhere near you.”

“y/n-”

“You killed my dad!” You shrieked, tugging against Shoupe once again. But this time, he wasn’t holding you from getting away, he was holding you back from tearing Ward’s throat out. The agent raised an eyebrow. “You killed my dad and your crazy ass son killed Sheriff Peterkin and you blamed it on my brother. I hate you! I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Agent Bratcher?”

With a sigh, the agent in charge glanced between you, Shoupe, and Ward before turning away to answer the call. You watched him go and all your hope followed after him.

“Shoupe.” Ward turned toward the Sheriff with a smile that made you sick to your stomach. “Rose is waiting in the car. This poor girl’s hand a long day. I just want to get her home.”

Shoupe tightened his grip on your arm, as if unsure if you were going to lunge and attack again.

But you felt frozen solid. You wanted to scream and shout and fight back, but all your words got caught in your throat. All your life, you had a million words to say about almost everything, especially when you were angry. Now, you couldn’t even open your mouth.

Tears filled your eyes. Tears of rage, frustration, fear. You would not let them fall, no matter what happened, no matter how afraid you were.

“Shoupe, c’mon. She needs to sleep, poor thing.”

Your throat swelled, chest heaving. When Shoupe dropped his hand from your arm, your heart dropped along with it.

“No,” you whispered.

“Have her back in the morning,” Shoupe said, his voice tight.

“No!”

You had no doubt that if you went with Ward now, you wouldn’t be alive in the morning to be brought back.

“Thank you,” Ward said with a fake teary-eyed smile and dropped his hand against your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” You tried to snatch your shoulder back from him, but his tightened his grip, digging his fingers into your skin.

“Ward....” Shoupe said, his voice shakier than usual. You glanced back at him and saw that his hand was on his gun.

“She’s just upset,” Ward said with a nervous laugh. “After everything her brother did, you can imagine what that did to her.”

“My brother did nothing wrong!”

“See? He’s poisoned her mind, just like he poisoned my daughter’s.”

“That’s not true!” You tried to stepped back toward Shoupe, but Ward wrapped his arms around your middle, locking your arms tight against your stomach. “Let me go!”

“Come on,” Ward hissed in your ear. “Stop fighting me.”

“Never!” You said. You jerked your shoulders, kicking your feet as you tried to get away from him. “Shoupe, please! Don’t let him take me!”

“She’s fine,” Ward ground out through her teeth. “Just upset.”

“Let me go!” Tears started to squeeze out of your eyes. Kicking yourself upward, you tried to knock him backward by pushing all of your weight against him, but Ward was ready for it and he stood strong. The only problem, now that your feet were no longer on the ground, it made you much easier to carry away.

Dragging you backward toward his car, Ward tightened his grip around you, making you cry out in pain.

“No, no!” You kicked your feet out, hoping to hit him as you thrashed your legs around. But you weren’t so lucky. It didn’t matter how loudly you screamed or how hard you fought, there was no way you were getting out. And despite the agents and the cops that saw your struggle, no one was coming to help you.

***

“What the hell is going on?” Kie asked, her head down in her hands. Pope had his arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze.

“They’ll make it out,” Pope whispered to her. The sun was long gone at that point, the entire island clouded in darkness. The lights had yet to turn back on.

“But where’s y/n?” Kie finally looked up. “She should be here, with us, not alone somewhere being interrogated.”

“Wait, do you guys hear that?” JJ stood up, his eyebrows pinched together. Kie and Pope quieted down to listen.

“No!” they heard you shriek, your voice breaking as you screamed. “Let me go!”

Kie and Pope glanced at each other, hoping to silently figure out what to do. But JJ didn’t hesitate. He just started to run. An agent stepped in front of him, putting his hands out.

“You have to stay in here,” the agent said. JJ narrowed his eyes.

“Fuck this.”

He ran past the agent as your screaming continued to pierce the night.

He saw Ward Cameron pulling you backward by the waist, your arms pinned to your sides, your feet up in the air. You fought like your life depended on it and JJ knew, your life definitely depended on it.

His heart was like a battle drum in his chest, a war cry in his ears. No one was going to take you away, especially not that man.

JJ ran across the grass and he didn’t slow down until he was prying Ward’s arms off of you.

“Get off of me,” you were saying, voice broken from the tears that ran from your eyes.

As soon as JJ had Ward’s grip on you loosened, you broke free of him completely. You fell back to the ground, the sudden drop sending spikes of pain through your feet as you hit the grass. Before you could tumble over entirely, JJ grabbed hold of you from behind and pulled you back and away from Ward.

“You stay the fuck away from her,” JJ said, his arms around you as he kept pulling you backward. Ward was like a bull ready to charge, his eyes ablaze with fire. You were trembling as you held tight to JJ’s arms. A sudden sense of pity for Sarah Cameron filled you. You wondered how many times she saw Ward like this. You wondered how often she was as afraid like you were now.

Ward took only one step forward before Pope and Kie came running in, sliding to a stop between you and Ward. Pope put his hands on Ward’s chest and shoved him backward, which only really seemed to make matters worse. Ward charged again, but Kie threw a solid right hook that landed on his cheek.

“Stop!” You yelled and JJ held onto you even tighter. You squeezed his arm, eyes wide with fear. “Ward, just back the hell off.”

“You’re mine!” He growled, pointing a finger at you. Involuntarily, you flinched. JJ wrapped his arm around your stomach, pulling you in tighter.

“Stay the fuck back, man,” Pope said, putting one hand up.

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Kie agreed as she cradled her fist to her chest. She had given Ward a pretty good shiner. It would match the one she gave Rafe earlier that day when he and Barry jumped them.

Before anyone could move, the lights all across the island started to turn back on, one at a time. Your heart started to pound, unsure where your brother was at this time. If the lights turned on while he was trying to make his get away...

The entire area exploded with light as the lighthouse turned on. You were momentarily blinded.

“There they are!” You heard someone shout. They? John B had left alone on the Phantom. He must have found Sarah and picked her up somewhere along the way. The thought made you smile. At least he wasn’t alone.

“Ms. Routledge,” Agent Bratcher said, running over to you and the others. All the rage in Ward seemed to dissipate. “We need you to come with us.”

“Why?” You asked, wiggling out of JJ’s grip and walking toward the agent. “You found my brother, what do you want with me?”

“We found him, but we haven’t caught him. We want you to talk to him,” Bratcher said, his hands flexing at his sides. You breathed in a deep breath and then nodded.

“y/n...” JJ said as you started toward the agent.

“Don’t worry, Maybank.” You flashed him a smile. “I got this.”

Pope, Kie, and JJ all followed after you as you jogged toward one of the tents.

“Here,” Bratcher said, holding out a radio for you to take. With a heavy sigh, you took hold of the radio and sat in a chair.

“Hey, John?” You said into the radio. “It’s me.”

There were moments of silence. You almost thought he wasn’t going to pick up.

“y/n?” Through the static of the radio, you could hear his voice break. A smile spread across your lips at the sound of his voice.

“These people, they want you to come back. You’re heading right toward a storm, brother. They want you to come back and to bring Sarah with you.” You felt your stomach churn and bile pushed its way into your throat. “But you listen to me, John, and you listen good.”

Static.

“I’m listening.”

“Run,” you said, voice shaking as you grabbed hold of radio with both hands. “You run and you don’t look back.”

“Shut her up!” an agent cried. Someone reached out for the radio to snatch it away from you, but you moved around them.

“Run, John! Keep Sarah safe!” You cried desperately, fighting for control of the radio. One of the agents grabbed you by the waist and for the second time in the last hour, you were hoisted off the ground and pulled away. You held onto the radio for as long as you could, just long enough to hear your brother say one last thing.

“I love you, y/n,” John B said. You could imagine tears in his eyes as he said it, Sarah holding tight to his arm. Before you could respond, the radio was snatched out of your hands and you were pulled away.

“John Routledge, this is Agent Bratcher,” he said into the radio.

“I love you, too!” You cried as you were pulled away.

The agent gave you a rather unceremonious shove out of the tent and you tumbled to the ground. You were tempted to run back in, but Kie rushed you and enveloped you into a hug before you could even take a single step.

“They’re going straight for the storm,” she whispered, words trembling. You hugged her back, glaring at Ward as they brought him into the tent, presumably to talk to your brother.

“It’s going to be fine,” you told her, even if you didn’t believe it to be 100% true. You didn’t know if they were going to make it and you had just given your brother all the motivation he needed to take the storm head on. “It’s going to be okay.”

***

The look on Shoupe’s face said it all. You felt all the air leave your body before he even said anything. It took your friend’s a little bit longer to get it and by the time they had, you were already on your feet and stumbled toward the exit of the tent.

On your way out, a stream of tears running down your face, you saw the Heywards and the Carreras hurrying in. Mrs. Heyward stopped for a moment to look at you, but you didn’t even see her.

You could hear JJ yelling from inside, but your vision had gone dark. There was only one thing you could see, only one person. Ward Cameron stood there, his head hung, as if it wasn’t his fault that John B and Sarah were both on that boat in the first place.

“You son of a bitch,” you said, words low and deep as you walked toward him like a man on a mission. He spun around toward you.

“y/n....”

“You took everything from me!” You cried, your throat swelling as larger tears started to fall from your lashes. “You could have confessed and they would have come back. You killed your own daughter!”

Voice breaking, you felt all of the strength in your bones give out and you almost crumbled to the ground there.

“Don’t put this on me!” Ward spat, his entire body shaking. “It was your bastard brother-”

A cry of rage tore out of you and you lunged at him, your hands outstretched to tear his eyeballs out. A pair of arms reached out and grabbed you by behind.

“Stop,” JJ’s voice whispered in your ear. You could feel tears on his cheek as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck. It broke your heart. You tugged against him, reaching out for Ward again.

“You killed him, you son of a bitch.” A sob broke your words. “They died because of you!”

You thought for a moment that you could see a tear roll down Ward’s cheek, but all it did was make you scoff. Ward Cameron was a cold hearted bastard and you would never in a million years believe that he actually cared about Sarah.

“y/n,” JJ said, turning you around to face him. His face was down fallen, his eyes full of tears. He put his hands on your face gently and you could feel them shaking. “He’s not worth it.”

“Not worth what?” You asked, stepping away from him. He stumbled forward, as if you were all that was keeping him steady. “He took all that I had, JJ. He took...”

“I know.”

Large tear drops fell from your lashes. You gasped in short breaths, but not a single one made it to your lungs.

“First, my mom. Then my dad. Now my b...my broth....” A sob came from your mouth and you doubled over, the full weight of what just happened fallen against your shoulders. “...my brother. They’re gone, JJ, they’re all gone. I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

JJ scowled, but you didn’t see it, your eyes closing shut as you fought for breath.

“What about us?” JJ asked, voice quiet. “We’re still here-”

“He is the only thing keeping me from DCS,” you said, throwing your hand in the direction Ward had left. “And there’s no way I’m going back to that house. They’re gonna take me away and-”

Your knees wobbled beneath you and you could barely stand. At the slightest sway of your body, JJ ran forward to scoop you back into his arms to keep you from falling.

“I told them to run,” you sobbed, clinging to his shirt. “I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You wept against his shirt, incoherent ramblings pouring from your mouth. He wove his fingers through your hair, his other hand pulling you in closer by the waist.

“My goddamn brother, JJ.” You pounded a gentle fist against his chest. “I lost my goddamn brother.”

JJ let out a weapy exhale of breath.

“JJ!” Kie called from the tent. “y/n!”

JJ turned, but you dropped his forehead to his chest. You couldn’t take the weight of it. It was too heavy for you to carry on your own. The night was warm, but the breeze against your skin was cold, chilling you to the bone. Ever since your father had gone missing, your brother was the only thing that kept you on your feet.

JJ rested his hands against your back, turning to look at Kie.

“What is it?” JJ asked her.

“Ward just confessed to everything,” she said, a smile breaking out on her face. You let out a sigh of relief, but still refused to look at her. You could hear her walking across the grass toward you until she was standing just at your side.

Slowly, she put her arms around your waist and JJ moved his hands to make room for her as she pulled you in for a hug of her own. At first, you didn’t want her to hug you, you didn’t want to be touched by anyone other than JJ. But then you melted against her and the sobbing returned.

It didn’t take long for Pope to join you, wrapping his arms around all three. Your throat was raw from sobbing, your vision darkening from the lack of oxygen reaching your brain.

“Ms. Routledge?” that was the voice of Agent Bratcher, calling your name once again.

“What do you want?” you asked after you wriggled out of your small group. He glanced up at you, taking in the sight of your puffy, red eyes, the snot and tears that ran down your face, the shallowness of your breath. And then he looked back at the ground.

“I want to say I’m-”

You threw your hand up.

“I don’t want your fucking apologies, sir. Take them and shove them up your ass,” you snapped. He didn’t look insulted.

“y/n.” You looked up and saw the Heywards and the Carrera’s standing at the mouth of the tent. Papa Heyward was the one who called your name, a warning. But you just shook your head, lower lip trembling.

A loud commotion came from the coast, pulling both your attention and Agent Bratcher’s. He ran off, all pity fading from his eyes as he went back into work mode.

Mrs. Heyward stepped toward you, her hands clasped together in front of her.

“I know this isn’t really the best time....” Her voice was thick. “But I wanted to offer our home as a place for you to stay until we can get DCS figured out.”

You glanced back at Pope, as if asking if that was okay with him. He gave a smile, like he was saying “of fucking course you can stay” and a short nod. Looking back at Mrs. Heyward, you nodded once.

“I would like that.”

“Where is she?” You heard a voice shout from somewhere far off. “I want to see my fucking sister. What did you do with her?”

At the sound of his voice, you perked your head upward, your heart exploding to life.

“John?” The word was breathless as it rolled off your tongue, a smile starting to pull at the edges of your lips. “John!”

You started to run, all of the weight that had been pressing down on your lifting off your shoulders. You were light as air, your feet barely even hitting the ground.

You skid to a stop at the sight of your brother, standing in a crowd of agents and cops, wrapped in a blanket and soaked to the bone. A strangled cry of relief came from your throat.

“John B!” Sarah was right there next to him, her hair dripping wet. She pointed at you, tugging on John B’s shirt sleeve. He whirled around to face you, a smile on his face.

And you were running again, straight toward him. You might have hugged him when you got there, but instead, you drew your hand back and slapped him across the face.

“What was that for?” he asked, holding his face with his hand.

“I thought you died,” you said. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“You’re the one who told me to run,” he huffed. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug, not caring that your were getting soaked through your clothes.

“I know,” you whispered against his wet shirt. “I’m sorry.”

John B let out a single breath and put his arms around you.

“It’s not your fault.”

“I love you, big brother.”

“I love you, too.”

***

“You sure you don’t want to sleep over at my house?” JJ asked with a laugh. You rolled your eyes as he walked you up the porch of the Chateau to grab a few of your things before going to spend the night at the Heyward’s.

“I’m sure, Maybank, but thanks for the offer.”

“You know,” he said, leaning up against the porch railing with his arms crossed. “I kinda liked it when you called me JJ.”

“I’m sure you did.” You pushed the door open and then turned around to face him. “Thank you, for saving me from Ward and then keeping me from murdering him in front of all those cops. Means a lot.”

He shrugged.

“John B wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I let that psycho bitch take you away,” he said with a half-hearted laugh. “‘Sides, the only time I can stand you screaming is when you’re screaming my name.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“You’re playing coy, Maybank. Don’t kid yourself, you’ll never get that chance again,” you told him before turning and entering your house.

You’d lived here all your life. You knew the entire place like the back of your hand. Every creaking floorboard, every jutting nail, every crooked picture frame. You knew it all.

But now, it felt foreign to you, cold. The girl you were before you thought your brother died knew this place. And maybe you thought he was dead for thirty minutes, but that was long enough.

You couldn’t live here anymore, not with the ghosts that haunted it looming over your every step.

It took you a less than five minutes to pack. Shoving a few clothes into a couple bags, you didn’t even look back as you walked out of the house.

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know,” you said. JJ pushed himself off of the railing and took one of the bags from your hands.

“Yeah, I know,” he said and then bumped your shoulder with his elbow. “But I wanted to.”

“You’re not getting another kiss out of me, Maybank,” you said, glancing at him with a suppressed grin on your face.

“Shoot, Routledge. This isn’t another ‘moment of weakness’?”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“No.”

“Missed my chance then, huh?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe not.” You turned to look at him, setting your bags on the ground. You let out a short breath and then gave a small smile. “Everything is crazy right now. And maybe the two of us have been skirting around this thing, whatever it is, for a while. But I don’t know if I’m going to wake up tomorrow and DCS is going to take me away. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I think it’s safer to just...wait and see.”

He let out a deep breath. That clearly wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but you knew he wasn’t going to protest.

“What are you thinking?” you asked him.

“If we don’t know what’s going to happen, shouldn’t we just say ‘to hell with it’ and try anyway?”

You watched his face carefully. You bent down to pick up your bags once again, but you picked them up with one hand, leaving your other free.

“If I wake up tomorrow and DCS is knocking at my door, don’t blame me for breaking your heart,” you said as you reached out and laced your fingers through his. JJ coudln’t help the smile that started to pull at his lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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The Wolf Among Us

Bigby x OC

Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf's as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.

TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.

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Chapter 6: Let's Get Some Answers

“-Wolf.”

“Mr. Wolf.”

“Mr. Wolf!”

Bigby snapped out of his thoughts, blinking away from the photo of Sonya’s decapitated head. He looked around the interrogation room. “You’re making this more difficult than this has to be.”, the Mundy police detective says. “If you’d just cooperate and answer the questions, you can go home. Maybe get some sleep.”, she says, watching Bigby grab the pack of cigarettes, takes one out and light it.

“How are you feeling?”, she asked him. “I know it’s been a long night for you. You look like you could use some rest.”

“I’m hunky dory. Thanks for asking.” Bigby rolls his eyes.

“There’s no need to get aggressive, I’m trying to help you.”, she says, distastefully unappreciative of his attitude. “Look….I know what you must be going through. Really, I do, but I could use your cooperation.”

He glared at her, displeased with her statement. “You don’t know anything. If you did, you wouldn’t be sitting here talking to me. You’d be talking to the piece of shit that did this.”, he replied.

She frowned deeply. “Well, you stonewalling me like this isn’t helping either of us, so why don’t you cut the shit and…” She takes a deep breath while Bigby takes another puff of the cigarette. “I’m trying to help you, Bigby.”

“What is it with you cops always trying to empathize with people? “I know this must be hard for you.” Do you? Do you fucking know?!”, he yells angrily. He leans on the table, glaring at Brannigan, trying to keep himself together. “Have you had a friend killed and their head left at your fucking doorstep?”

Brannigan almost looks hurt as he yells at her. “No? Didn’t think so.”, Bigby said, calmly as he leaned back in his chair.

He looks away, thinking back to before he last saw Sonya. If only he stuck around a little longer. He could’ve protected her. ‘She just got here…’, he thought, sadly.

A metallic smell snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked back at the detective. “Your nose is bleeding.” The detective looked at him confused then realized her nose was actually bleeding. Bigby raises an eyebrow at her confused expression. “You look nuts right now. Its kinda hard to take you serious with that mess on your face.” His eyebrows furrowed when she didn’t respond. “Detective Brannigan?"

"I’m Detective Brannigan.”, she says, almost robotic. “Uh, yeah. I know. I just said that. Is there something-”, Bigby starts to ask but gets cut off by Brannigan, as she looks around warily. “Do you hear that?”

Suddenly, she groans in pain as she cups her head. “Please….please…” she begged to no one. Bigby looks at her in shock. He heard squeaking from the one way mirror and he heard some thuds coming from behind it. "I’m sorry, just…..make it stop…please.“ Brannigan begs as she stands up but she slumps over the table.

Bigby’s eyes widened as he looked at her limp body. ‘What the fuck just happened…?’, he thought until Crane busted in the door, carrying a box labeled Evidence. "We have to go. Now!”, he ordered.

“What did you do to her?”, Bigby asked him. “She’ll be fine! It’s just a memory wipe spell. Very expensive, but it works. The whole station will forget the last twenty-four hours and everything they saw at the Woodlands.” Crane explains. “Well, hurry up!”, he yells.

Bigby puts out his cigarette in the ashtray and starts to walk out. He pauses, looking at Sonya’s picture and takes it before following Crane out of the station. Crane drove to the Woodlands, only to pause in traffic. The two men sit in the car silently until Bigby spoke up. “Thanks for the lift.” Crane looks over at Bigby in surprise for a moment, feeling appreciated. “Certainly.”

They quiet down again until Crane speaks. “We, uh, we found Tweedle Dee chained up to a post. That was your doing, correct?” Bigby frowned. “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t know why you detained him. Dee was at the Trip Trap when Miss Sonya was left at the Woodlands, so he couldn’t possibly be involved in this mayhem. Bluebeard’s currently interrogating him.” Crane informs. Bigby could feel himself getting irritated. “There’s two of them. Dee and Dum. And they’ve been snooping around every crime scene I’ve looked at.”, Bigby says.

“That doesn’t mean they’re necessarily involved in the murders…” Crane says. Bigby glares at him then looks out the window.

Traffic finally lightens up a bit but they pause at a stop light. Crane, sensing Bigby’s overwhelming irritability, he stops the car, waiting for the light to turn green. “I know what you’re thinking, Bigby. It’s been one full night and a slice of morning, and I already miss her, too.” Crane said as he gives him a sad look. The light turns green and Crane drives off again.

“You know, I never get more homesick than when one of us dies. She may have been a new one, but its like her father all over again. He died and now her,” Bigby looks at him in shock. ‘Her father….? Is that what mirror meant by heiress…?’

“…I’ve never been good with these sorts of things. I just can’t believe this is really happening.” Crane said, frowning in sadness.

“Yeah…it’s hard.” Bigby agreed, looking back out the window.

“Our stories used to be so simple. We had a beginning, a middle, and an end. But ever since we moved to this awful city….everything’s gotten so confused. Did she, um, give any indication to what she was thinking, .when you saw her last, I mean? I don’t know why, but I’d like to know that she was….I guess fine, I suppose.” Crane asked Bigby.

Bigby closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing. “She just… she told me to be careful.” Bigby said.

“I’d like to think she took a liking to you, Bigby.”, Crane says, making Bigby look at him in surprise. “Has anyone informed Snow?”, Bigby asked. “No, we can’t seem to find her. She wasn’t in the office or in her apartment. But we’ll find her.” Crane says. Bigby frowns. ‘She did say she was gonna check up on her…’

“I don’t know what else to say, Bigby. We have to- we have to put an end to this. It’s been two murders in as many days. If we don’t unearth our culprit soon, there will likely be another on our doorstep tonight.”, Crane said, pulling up to the front of the Woodlands and gets out of his car.

“I’ll get it done.”, Bigby grumbles, getting out of the car. “Please, Bigby. For Sonya.”, Crane said “I said I got it!”, Bigby growled, slamming the car door so hard that the window cracked. Crane frowns at Bigby’s actions and follows him inside.

The Woodland Luxury Apartments

Basement

“You ignorant fuck!” A deep voice is heard yelling. Bigby rolled his eyes. “Bluebeard…”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”, Crane yelled, storming up to the bald, tall man. Bigby crossed his arms, leaning in the doorway. “Hello, Ichabod. Sheriff.”, Bluebeard greeted, wiping away his knife. “Bluebeard.”, Bigby greeted, annoyed.

“I was just chatting with our new friend.”, Bluebeard explains to the two men. “You were supposed to wait for us to get back!”, Crane shouts at the taller man. “I told you, if you want to be involved, you will do things my way. No violence!”

Bluebeard gave him a fake smile. “Whatever you say, Ichabod.” said Bluebeard as he steps away from the Tweedle twin. “Hello, Bigby.” Dee greeted him, grinning as Bigby walked up to him. “I want answers, Dee.”, Bigby said, folding his arms across his chest.

“Oh goodie! I thought you wanted questions. And I was having so much trouble thinking of any good ones.”, Dee said, with a taunting smile. “Though, I’d settled on, How’s your head?”

Bigby narrowed his eyes at the bloodied twin. “You see what I’ve been dealing with!? What are you going to do about this, Bigby?”, Bluebeard asked the Sheriff.

Bigby gives Dee a smirk as he leans in his face. “I’m glad you have a sense of humor. I hope that means you’re willing to cooperate. Sonya Blaze is dead.”, Bigby growled. “Look, I didn’t kill anyone.”, Dee told him, shrugging. “And I’m supposed to just believe you?”, Bigby asked. “You were with me when it happened, dummy.”, Dee replied with a smirk.

Bigby breathes through his nose, considering breaking Dee’s. Bigby closes his eyes for a moment then opens them. “I still have questions for you, Dee.”, he says. “Sounds like a personal problem.” Dee looked at him with a bored expression.

“I saw you at Faith’s apartment. What were you doing there?”, Bigby asked. “Girl’s got air conditioning. You can’t imagine what it’s like livin’ in a little shit hole with no air.” Dee complains, sarcastically. Bigby glared at him and punched Dee in the stomach.

Dee coughs in pain, making Bluebeard smile and shocking Crane. “All right, Dee. Let’s get to know each other.” Bigby said, slamming his fist into his palm. He pulled out Sonya’s picture, not even wanting to look at it himself. He showed it to Dee, making him flinch and look away. “Fuck, Bigby! Don’t make me look at that…”

Bigby bared his teeth, “She’s dead! She was...my partner.”, he looked down in sadness for a bit before glaring at Dee. “She didn’t deserve that! If you don’t tell me who is responsible, we’re gonna have a problem!”

Dee rambled. “I don’t know what to tell you. You’re barking up the wrong tree. I don’t know who did it.” Bigby pocketed the picture, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what the hell you were doing at Toad’s.”

“Look, Bigby. We’re not on opposite sides here. My brother and I are trying to get to the bottom of things. Same as you.”, Dee explained. “Your brother…”, Bigby said, smiling. “Where was he exactly?” Dee gives him a worried look.“I can’t say….he could’ve been anywhere.”

“Take your best guess.”, Bluebeard frowns, crossing his arms. “He didn’t do it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”, Dee declares. “Okay, then where is he?”, Bigby asked. “No. I’m not sending you after my brother. Look, I answered your question. Can I get my stuff back now?”, Dee asked, giving Bigby a smile.

Bigby asked Crane, “What did you find on him?”

“Oh, uh….nothing of consequences really.”, Crane explains, walking over to pick up a box. He poured out whatever was in the box onto a mattress. It contained a big bottle of alcohol, a cigar and a big wad of cash.

Bigby frowned. ‘Nothing of importance…’

Bigby takes the cigar and starts to light it. “I’m saving that.”, Dee said, annoyed at Bigby’s actions. Bigby ignores him, taking a puff and blows the smoke in Dee’s face. He offers the cigar to Dee. “Yeah, alright.” Dee said and he takes a few drags out of the cigar. “Wanna see a trick?”, Dee asked him, then he blew smoke in Bigby’s face.

Dee smiles as Bigby drops the cigar on the floor and squishes it under his foot. “Look, Bigby. This isn’t going to work. Don’t you want to find out what happened to those girls…to Miss Blaze?” Bluebeard asked him. “Will you let me handle this.”, Bigby growled and turned to Dee.

“So. Where's your brother?”, he asked, crossing his arms.

“Look, mate. I’d like to help, I would, but I can’t tell you where he is. Last time, I saw him, we split up, and I went to find Faith’s–” Dee stops as he realizes he’s said too much. “I don’t know where he is now.”

“You went to find Faith’s what...?”, Bigby asked. Dee quickly answered, “Her apartment. I went to her apartment. That’s no secret. You saw me.”

“No, there’s more to it. You said you were trying to find something.”, Bluebeard said, making Dee gulp. “All right, Dee. Since you never answered my first question…what did you want from Faith?”, Bigby asked. “Sorry, I can’t help you. I’m not saying anymore about it.”, Dee said.

Bigby looks over at the large bottle. “You just carry this around?”, he asked Dee. “Always handy that way.”, Dee replied, smirking. Bigby rolled his eyes.

“This is ridiculous!”, Bluebeard exclaims as Bigby sets the bottle aside. “He’s never going to talk if you treat him like a fucking houseguest!”, he shouted, marching up to Bigby.

“Bluebeard!”, Crane shouts, getting angry with the bald man. “I’ve already heard your opinion.”, Bluebeard argues. “Back off, Bluebeard! This isn’t your job!”, Bigby yells.

“Get your answers, or I’m taking over.”, Bluebeard frowns.

“Not happening.”, Bigby said as he faces Dee. “Come on, Dee. What did you want from Faith? A sweet girl like her…” He shook his head sadly.

Dee scoffed. “Sweet?! You think that girl was sweet? She was a fuckin’ thief!”, Dee exclaims, in disbelief. “Fuckin’ sweet. Faith was plenty of things, but that ain’t one of ‘em. I mean, you know what she did for a living, right?"

"You still seem pretty mad about it.”, Bigby smiles slyly. “Hell, I ain’t bothered. Wasn’t me she stole from. Nah, she took somethin’ from my boss.”, Dee shrugged.

“Your boss….”, Bluebeard said and Dee’s eyes widened. “So, let’s talk about your boss then.”, Bigby said.

Dee chuckles nervously. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, Bigby. I can’t answer any more of your questions.”

Bigby grabs the wad of cash and holds it up. “You always carry this much cash?”, he asked. "I’ve got a lot of laundry to do this week. What’s it to you?“, Dee said, sarcastically. Bigby rolls his eyes, putting the wad back down.

“Why don’t you just tell me who you’re working for?”, Bigby asked Dee, getting irritated. What was up with people making his job harder than it had to be…!? “Look. You’re not a bad guy, I believe Beauty on that one, but I can’t give you that information. That’s where I gotta draw the line.”, Dee declares.

“Beauty…”, Bigby’s eyes widened. “There’s no way Beauty would associate with a scumbag like you!”, Bigby yelled. “What’s wrong with me? You tellin’ me I ain’t pretty enough?”, Dee asked, taunting Bigby. “Oh, yeah, we’re real close.”, he says, antagonizing. “Bullshit.”, Bigby spat, slamming his arm into Dee’s throat. “The hell are you doing with Beauty, anyways!?” If Beast ever found out… He didn’t even wanna think about it.

Bigby’s reaction made Dee smirk. “Enough of this!”, Bluebeard shouts, angrily. “Bluebeard!”, Crane yelled, giving Bluebeard a warning tone. Bluebeard gets into Bigby’s face and shouts. “You’re not getting any answers from him this way. Sonya Blaze is dead. One of us! And you’re going to let this ignorant shit walk out of here in one piece?!”

Bluebeard shoves Bigby to the side and storms up to Dee. “Out of my way, I’ll show you how it’s done.” He punched Dee in the stomach.

“Ah, what the fuck!”, Dee yells in pain.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”, Crane yells at Bluebeard, angrily. “Teaching him a lesson. Now, pay attention.”, Bluebeard said and punched Dee in the face. “Stop this right now!”, Crane shouts.

“You enjoying yourself?”, Dee asked, glaring at Bluebeard.

“Immensely.”, Bluebeard says, giving him a smile.

Bigby grabs Bluebeard’s arm and pulls him away from Dee. Bluebeard glares at Bigby, shoves him and throws a punch. Bigby ducks and punches him in the stomach, making Bluebeard groan while Bigby shoves him against the wall and tries to restrain him. “Enough.”, he growls in his face.

Suddenly the door to the basement opens, revealing an angry Snow White. “What’s going on down here!?”, she demanded for answers. Crane turns to her in shock. “S-Snow! We’ve been looking for you!” Snow frowns at him. “What happened now!?”, a voice yells, down the hall.

Bigby’s eyes widened as he heard her voice. A confused and irritated Sonya walked in the door. “Sonya…”, he muttered.

Woodlands Lobby

“What the hell were you doing down there, Bigby?”, Sonya asks. “It wasn’t me. I wanted to do things the right way but of course, Bluebeard had other plans.”, Bigby grumbled. Sonya frowned, shaking her head. “Okay.”

They walked over to an elevator. “Okay, you’re gonna have to explain this, cause I’m really not getting it yet.”, Bigby said, still confused and shocked.

“After our conversation in the taxi last night, I headed back to my place, got stuff done so now its a little better, Snow called me down to the Office and told me she got a call from Toad. He said his T.J. found a body. So, we went to go check it out. We thought it was Faith at the time… But this time… it was different. Getting her back here wasn’t easy, but hopefully we’ll find something on her to help us track down the killer. Or at least to figure out who she is.”, she said, walking in the elevator.

“I should have been there, Sonya.”, Bigby said, following her. “We tried to call the Business Office, but there was no answer. We couldn’t find you, or anyone. So, Snow and I took care of it.”, Sonya says with a frown. She pushed the floor button, making the doors close and the elevator moves. For a moment, they stay quiet until Bigby speaks up. “Sonya…”

She looks over at him. “Yeah?” He lets out a soft sigh. “I’m glad you’re not dead.”, he says, giving her a small smile. She gives him a grin. “I wouldn’t let you live in this harsh world without me.”, she joked, making him roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

Outside The Business Office

“I just want to get to the bottom of this.”, she said as the elevator stopped and opened the doors. “I just….”, she sighed.

“What is it?”, Bigby asked, walking out of the elevator with her."I just….I feel responsible, in a way. She looked just like me. Maybe that’s why she was killed.“, she frowned. “I mean why me? I hardly know anyone who would be out for me to begin with, much less make someone else be glamoured as me.”

"If someone wants you dead, at some point they’ll realize they missed their target.”, Bigby said. “And they’ll come looking for me.”, she said, folding her arms across her chest. “We just have to find out who did this. And why she was glamoured to look like me…I mean, that’s what it is, right?”

Bigby shrugs a bit and scratches his stubble. She sighed, looking at the door of the Business Office. “So what’s our next move?”, she asked Bigby. “Maybe you should lie low for a while. Until we figure out what’s going on.”, Bigby suggested.

She scoffed. "And what? Sit around my apartment twiddling my thumbs all day while you guys solve what little we have now? Not happenin’.“, she says, huffing. "That’s not what I meant.”, Bigby replied, frowning. “Then what?”, she asked.

“I just want you to be careful. I almost lost you once–” Bigby started to explain, but Sonya cut him off, pointing a finger at his chest. “Bigby, I am not a little kid. I can handle a little danger.”, she argues and sighs, backing away. He looks at her sadly. "I’m sorry.“, she apologized. "I know it’s dangerous, but I’m not helpless. I can take care of myself.” She looked down, “I’ve been doing it for years.”

She shook her head. Let’s go talk to T.J. He was so freaked out last night, he wouldn’t even tell us much. Even now he just stops talking altogether after a certain point. He’s pretty shaken up though, so try to be patient.”, she says, smiling.

"Yeah. I promise.”, he says. Sonya opened the door and once they entered, Snow looks up and walks over to them. “T.J.’s over there.”, she said as she points over to where Toad and T.J. stand in front of the Magic Mirror.

“I don’t know if you want to talk to him first or after, but let me know when you’re ready to see the body.", she tells Bigby. She nods and turns away to talk to Bufkin. Before Bigby walks away, Sonya grabs his arm. "Let me talk to him, too.”

“You sure?” Bigby asked and she nods. They walk over to Snow, waiting for her to finish her conversation with Bufkin. “Let’s talk to T.J.”, Bigby said and walks over to Toad and T.J.

Sonya sighs and follows behind, seeing Toad and T.J. watch something in the Mirror. Toad jumps and yells at the Mirror to stop. “What’re you doing?”, Bigby asks him. “What, I wasn’t doin’ anything.”

Sonya waves at T.J., walking over to him and kneeling beside him. “How’re you feeling?” T.J. sniffles, “I-I’m okay.” She rubs his back. “Are you ready to talk to Mr. Wolf?”, Snow asks. T.J. nods timidly.

Sonya nods at Bigby, giving him a look to crouch down. He rolls his eyes as he squats down as well. “Are you….okay?” Bigby asked him. T.J. nods but doesn’t say anything. “Go ahead, T.J.”, Sonya rubbed his back. T.J. looks up at the adults and starts explaining.

“I go swimming at night sometimes, in the river….I wasn’t doing anything bad, I promise.”, he exclaimed, fearfully. “Of course you weren’t.” Toad said to his son. “You’re a good kid, T.J. We have no doubts about that.”, Sonya said. “You’re not in trouble. Just tell me what happened.” Bigby said to him.

“I was there…under the big blocks. And I heard noisy feet. And when I hear that, I’m supposed to go underwater and stay real still and quiet.”, T.J repeats his dad’s rule. “That’s right, son.” Toad says, proudly.

T.J. closes his eyes and said. “And then I saw…..I saw the lady….”, he whimpered. “It’s okay, son.”, Toad comforts his son. Bigby raises his hand, trying to comfort the boy, but T.J. cowered away in fear. “Careful, Bigby.”, Toad warned. Bigby looks at him, “I wasn’t…” Sonya placed her other hand on his shoulder and nodded. “I know.”

He sighed and nodded at T.J. to continue. “The lady….fell in….but she didn’t have her head on! I thought….I thought she was gonna pull me down too. ‘Cause she had rocks on her feet. And she kept falling down in the dark parts.”, T.J. said, tearing up again. Sonya frowns and whispered, “Cinderblocks. Tied to her ankles.” Bigby nods, and peered at T.J. “Is there more, T.J.?”, he asked him. T.J. looks up at Bigby and asked. “Is it true….you know when people are lying? I heard you could do that."

Bigby gives him a soft smile. "Yeah, part of my job is being able to tell when people are lying. I’m really good at it. Is there something else you want to say?” T.J. turned to Toad and said, “Please don’t be mad.”

“What’s the matter T.J.?”, Snow asked. “I….I didn’t stay under the water.” T.J. replied. “What?” Toad said, raising his voice. “I know I’m supposed to, but I was scared, and I went to the top again. I couldn’t help it!”, T.J. exclaimed, fearfully. “I gave you very specific rules! You have to stay quiet and out of sight or bad things can happen. I told you!”, Toad shouts at him.

“Leave him alone, Toad.” Bigby warned. “He’s my son! I’ve set boundaries for a reason!” Toad exclaims. “He’s not in trouble, though.”, Sonya said. “The hell he isn’t.”, Toad growls. "Not this time, Toad.“, Bigby said, glaring at Toad. Toad pouts.

"So you didn’t stay underwater….” Sonya resumed. T.J. sniffled softly. “I don’t know….if anyone saw me, but someone said “stop laughing”. And then I was scared and I went under for as long as I could.”

“Wait, you heard someone?”, Bigby asked. "Yes.“ he replied. "Why didn’t you tell us before?” Toad asked him. “I didn’t want to be in trouble.”, T.J. replied. “Did you hear anyone laughing?” Bigby asked. “No.”, T.J. replied and he began to cry. “Were those the same words they used, stop laughing? Try to remember exactly what they said.” Bigby said, calmly.

“They said….they said, stop laughing at me.”, T.J. repeats. “Do you know whose voice it was?”, Bigby asked. “No!”, T.J. exclaimed, sniffing. “Okay, T.J.”, Bigby said, feeling bad. T.J. wipes his eyes. “I’m sorry.”, he whimpered. “After I came up again there was no one there, and I ran home. That’s all. I promise!"

"Okay, you can go.”, Bigby said to him. “Thank you, T.J.” Sonya said, giving T.J. a smile and a hug. "Okay, son. Let’s get you home.“ Toad said to T.J. as he held him. "You did a good job, kid.”, Bigby smiled at T.J.

T.J. looked up at Bigby, giving him a small smile. “Come on, then.” Toad said, walking away with his son. Bigby and Sonya stood. She gave him a smile. “You did good.” He gave her a small smile back. Snow asked, “You guys want to go look at the body, now?”

“Yeah.” Bigby nodded. “Oh my goodness! I almost forgot!”, Bufkin yells and flew over to a box Crane had before and grabs it. “Come on.” Snow said, leading the two to the Witching Well.

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sophialikesthings · 3 years

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Song-No Body,No Crime-Taylor Swift

Numb. the deprivation of feelings or emotions.

That's what I was standing in that field moments after I witnessed what happened.

"Come on, We should go." JJ rubbed my back.

"We don't have a car, dumbass." Kiara insulted him.

"We can hide out in the hanger." Pope pointed

We carefully scanned the room making sure nobody else was there.

I just went to a corner and curled myself up into a ball and sat there, questioning my sanity for still loving him.

"There goes the gold!" JJ looked up at the plane that just took off.

"Fuck!" Pope yelled, throwing something he found at the wall. He grabbed anything he could carry and threw it all, things were thrown all over, shattered glass carpeting the floor.

"I need to go see him." I got up.

"What? Demi are you insane?" JJ asked.

"I am because I still love him and I don't know how to stop." I broke down again.

"I'm scared that if I leave him, That will happen to me."

===

"Demi, I don't think it's a good time right now." Rose opened the door.

"Rose, I know what happened, and you and I both know he needs me right now. So please, let me see him."

"He is in the den." She let me inside.

"What are you doing here?" Ward asked as he vigorously washed his hands trying to get her blood off of them.

"I came to see Rafe, I- I know what happened Mr.Cameron, and I promise I won't tell a soul." I put on my fake face.

"So can I see him?"

"Yes, he is in the den." He pointed at the door.

I carefully opened the door and saw a distressed Rafe contemplating on the couch.

"D-Demi." he got up.

"I saw what happened, I wanted to say goodbye to Sarah and when I got there you shot her."

"I was protecting my father, I was protecting our future!" He paced.

"Calm down!" I pulled his arm towards me. "Rafe...you have done some of the most horrendous things to me and somehow I always go back to you, I don't know why? But I do."

"Don't say that. I do what I think will protect you." He hugged me.

"Mind if I come in?" Ward asked.

"I'll go." I was about to get up.

"No, no Demi stay," Rafe asked. "Is she alive?"

Ward shook his head causing Rafe to sink into me.

"What did you tell the cops? Are they coming here?"

"I told them John B did it." Ward walked over to his desk.

"Demi, I need you to take him up to his room, get him all cleaned up." He told me " take a shower change your clothes. If anybody asked you were working all day, doin' maintenance on the druthers."

"No, Rose knows I wasn't here."

"I will talk to Rose, okay?"

"Come on." I got up and took Rafes' hand.

===

"I was protecting him." Rafe continued to tell me.

"I know, can you take your shirt off, please you need to shower." I turned the water on.

"Will you join me?" He asked.

"Rafe."

"Please, I just don't want to be left alone, because If I am, I'm scared I might do something."

"Fine."

===

"I'm gonna go check in on Wheezie, I'll be back in a minute." I got up

"Hey, wheeze."

"Hey, did you come to ignore me too?" She asked looking up from her phone

"No, but I did come to hang out with you." I got a text.

I am sorry for nagging you about staying

with Rafe, I understand you are just trying to

keep your loved ones safe

Demi

Yeah, I was trying to keep you safe.

"Who are you texting?" Wheezie asked piercing over my shoulder.

"Huh? Oh, just Topper."

"Well, I'm tired, you can stay if you'd like, or you can go bang my brother." She nonchalantly said lying down.

"Whoa! What?" She caught me off guard.

"You know what I mean, you and my brother bang, like constantly."

"You know wheeze, sometimes I wish we didn't." I lied down next to her. "I mean, I feel like it adds unneeded pressure to our relationship."

"For what it's worth, you have really nice glute muscles." She made me laugh.

"I love you wheeze." I tossed my arm over her, hugging her.

"I love you too, you are like another cool sibling."

We both drifted to sleep.

===

"Do you hear that?" I got woken up by Wheezie.

"Huh?"

I heard Rafe in the other room muttering to himself. I got up and went to check on him, Wheezie behind me.

"Hey, What are you doin'?" I walked over to him, placing a kiss on his bicep where my face stood due to our height difference of almost afoot.

"Tossin' this crap." He threw a bunched-up pile of shirts into a worn-out backpack.

"Isn't this where John B was staying?" I questioned

"Yeah, well, I don't think he's gonna be by anytime soon to pick it up, so--"

"Why?" Wheezie interrogated.

"Did you say why?" He looked at her, confused.

"Didn't Dad tell you?"

"He doesn't tell me anything, so." She sighed, propping her head up on her hands.

"Um... so, John B... Killed Sheriff Peterkin." He acted sad.

"What?"

"Yeah." He tried to get her to believe him.

"Are you smiling right now? I'm not joking. Like, this isn't a game. I don't--"

Wheezie looked away as if she was bored of the story Rafe was telling her.

He slapped the bedpost almost hitting her face, causing both of us to wince out of fear.

"Hey, calm down." I pulled him back slightly.

"I don't know why you're smiling, okay? Look at me. I saw it with my own two eyes." He lied.

It hurt me, to know that I would have to lie to Wheezie. It made me sick just how easy Rafe could lie to anyone, doubts now filling my mind with everything he's ever said to me.

"He shot her, and then you know what he did?"

I snapped back into the conversation.

"He tried to shoot dad, but you know what? I stepped in and I stopped him, I saved Dad."

"Why would John B want to kill dad?" She questioned his story.

"Because um... he thinks dad killed his father."

My eyes widened as if Rafe heard the conversation I had with John B.

"Rafe, do you want to come over to my house, Taylor, Kelce, and Top will be there?" I tried to stop the conversation.

"I can't right now, I have to help my dad with the police reports." He kissed me, walking out of the room.

"Okay, well I'm headed home Wheeze, give me a call if you need me." I hugged her goodbye.

===

That Night

===

"I hate it. I'm in a toxic cycle I can't break free from." I groaned, dumping all my life issues on Taylor as usual.

"Welcome to being a Kook, Your parents stick you into toxic relationships, ask you to make babies, then dump your ass at a mansion and the cycle repeats." She took a swig of rum.

"Taylor, I love-" I got interrupted by the boys running past my room. I heard the laundry room door shut and Topper and Kelce forcefully holding it closed.

"What's going on? Who's in there?" I walked out into the hallway.

"Please just--just let me out." I heard John B.

"Are you two insane! Let him out!" I demanded, trying to get past them.

"Word on the street bro, you are worth 25k, dead or alive." Kelce shouted.

"Kelce, stop." Taylor asked, pulling him back so I could go up to the door, next to Topper.

"I'm gonna go get the cops, don't let him out." Taylor and Kelce walked away.

"John B, It's Topper." He started.

"Hey Top, It's John B." I could hear him panic.

"You gonna try to talk your way out?" Topper chuckled.

"Let him go, He's innocent." I tried to push him out of my way.

"Just cut the bull shit. Alright?" He ignored me.

"I didn't shoot the Sheriff, All right? Rafe did. Sarah was there. She saw the whole thing, Demi saw it too."

"Oh! It was Rafe! My bad." He rolled his eyes.

"Look Man, I know you don't believe me and honestly, I probably wouldn't believe myself either, but... I-- I get it, you hate me because of Sarah." He tried to talk to him.

"You knew we were boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

I could hear the sirens in the distance as the tension built up.

"Let him go! Please." I started crying.

"And, um, I -- I got another question." he leaned against the door that was being held shut by a chair. "Did you fuck her."

"Topper!" I hit the back of his head, my strength not enough to make him flinch.

"Yes or no John B."

"Ok-- Uh yes." He said. "We did it...once. Okay? But don't use the f-word. That's kind of gross." He spoke trying to get Topper to understand him.

Suddenly we heard the police sirens from outside.

"Alright John B! It's Sheriff Thornton out here. We got you surrounded. We don't need anymore blood shed." My dad yelled into his megaphone

"Topper, Topper please, I am begging you to let him go." At this point I was hysterical, my eyes burnt from the many tears streaming down my face.

The sound of heavy footsteps got closer as they ran up the porch stairs.

"We're back here dad!" Topper yelled.

"Please!" I whispered.

"No mercy Dad." He took me outside with him.

"Damn it!" He slipped through the vents!" I heard my dad yell, easing my worry.

"Do not put your hands on me!" I screamed as Topper held me in front of him, pushing me outside.

"Demi! He is dangerous! I am protecting you, you are my little sister and I don't want you to get hurt."

"The only thing I need protecting from is this family! You make them out to be the villains when really it's you, and everybody else on this side of the island.

As everyone was spreading out searching for him Sarah rode up to me on her bike.

"I'm having everyone meet at the church. Be there in an hour, I think the others have a plan." She quietly whispered.

===

The Church Bell went off 3 times before I ran in there.

"What are you doing!" I stopped him.

"Demi, Sarah, I warned you about these pogues!" Topper held his hands up in defence.

"He's innocent." Sarah sobbed.

"Then who did it?" Topper asked.

"Rafe! Rafe shot Sheriff Peterkin, I saw him." I finally spoke up. I could feel my eyes starting to water again.

"What are you talking about?" he didn't believe me

"Sarah, we gotta go!" John B noticed all the police starting to gather outside.

"Sarah, You realize I'm the one that loves you." Topper Repeated, telling Sarah this many times before.

"I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry," She apologized "But this isn't about you."

"Hey we've gotta go." John B broke up their conversation.

"You go, I'll take care of him." I took my helpless blubbering brother into my arms

"Let me make it up to you." Topper laid out his plan, Sarah and I swapped clothes. Quickly,

"Y'all smell smoke?" I asked.

"Holy shit, go." Sarah looked down the ladder to see the bright light from the fire.

Topper and I headed out of the church with our hands in the air acting as if we were John B and Sarah.

"GET DOWN." The cops were yelling at us.

"Hol-Hold shoot, those are my kids." My dad commanded the others to put the guns down.

"Demitria and Topper, What the hell were you two thinking!?" He snarled.

"I- I don't know what happened dad, I'm sorry for causing trouble." Topper apologized "They went that way." I pointed in the opposite direction.

"Are you alright? Do you need a medic?" Topper asked me.

"I'm ok, I just burned my calf, that's all." I hissed as the wind blew causing my leg to sting.

"Demi! Dem, I- I didn't mean for this to happen!" Rafe ran over to me.

"Of course you did this!" I started limping away.

"Demi, I never meant to hurt you."

"How's that turning out?"

=== Ahhhhh late post but... The final chapter of part one is tomorrow and I am actually almost done with part two!

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belphegor1982 · 3 years

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not sure if you're doing the prompt list, but parenthood (6) with leonard snart and janet? 👉👈 i'm in love with your characterizations of len and his wife 💕

It took me two weeks, but there it is :D

Parenthood (DCAU)

When she’d been a kid, Janet had – very naturally – assumed that her adult life would match her parents’, or their neighbours: a house, a husband, a dog, a white picket fence, not necessarily in that order. And kids. Like an afterthought, something not really important so much as vaguely necessary.

She hadn’t thought about it until a couple of years or so into her and Len’s marriage. They’d had somewhat rocky beginnings: she’d been fierce, he’d been grumpy, and they’d both been so damn young they hadn’t seen how ridiculous they were, dancing around each other like they weren’t sure they were allowed this… that. ‘Relationship’ was too big a word. Whatever they had, though, they had kept, because it was good and it was theirs. One day it had hit Janet that Len basically only went back to his crappy little apartment to shower; one night they’d been in bed, sweaty and tired and stupid happy, and as Janet reached for the book on her bedside table afterwards while Len scribbled on his ‘heist ideas’ notebook like he’d been struck with sudden inspiration, she had realised in a rush that she wanted the rest of her life to be like this.

“Wanna get married, one of these days?” she’d asked, almost not nervous at all.

Len had stared at her long enough to make her start to regret asking. Then he’d given a small smile, the very rare sort that showed in his eyes.

“Sure,” he’d said, and that was that.

They’d gotten married six months later. Janet wore blue. Her parents showed up, despite the disapproval hanging thick in the air – her father convinced that she could ‘do a lot better than a thug’, her mother ice-cold at the thought of her daughter marrying ‘some two-bit crook’. Len had only invited his sister, a stunning young blonde who’d been friendly to Janet but still appeared put-out that the invitation didn’t extend to her boyfriend.

“He’s a jerk,” Len had said later, making Janet laugh.

“You’re a jerk, Len.”

“Not the same kind. He’s stuck-up. Lisa’s too good for him anyway.”

“Yeah, well. That’s not up to you to decide, is it? It’s your sister’s choice.”

“I know, I just… She deserves better. Better than she got as a kid.”

Janet had looked at him, long and careful, suddenly a little tense.

“Do you think she’s… not safe? With him?”

Len had blinked, then shaken his head.

“Nah, nothin’ like that. You can tell Dillon’s actually good to her. Nothing like…” He had trailed off, something hard and cold and sudden in his eyes like someone had slammed closed a pair of shutters. That had only lasted for ten seconds before he’d shrugged. “I just wish he wasn’t such a dick, that’s all.”

Then he’d abruptly changed the subject, and Janet had followed, because she knew precarious ground when she saw it.

* * * *

Living with someone in the intimate way meant noticing a lot of things about them, more or less willingly.

Len had cottoned on pretty early to her tendency to snap when she was tired or angry, and of holding nothing back then. She also caught him looking at the crisscross pattern of scar tissue on her knuckles from when she’d punched a wall, repeatedly, after the girl who’d been her best friend in school was battered to death by her boyfriend. “I only slapped her around a bit,” the bastard had said, and ten years later Janet still wished that she’d had the guts to punch him instead. She’d finally told Len about it one day, and seen his face go stone and his eyes ice. His cold fury had been comforting.

It went both ways. She noticed things about her husband, too. Like some odd scars she had a feeling he hadn’t picked up in juvie, the trace of a cigarette burn in the hollow of his right shoulder, or the mark – still chillingly precise even years later – of a belt buckle in the small of his back. She wondered whether Lisa had similar scars. Not that she’d ask. She and her sister-in-law didn’t have that kind of relationship.

Janet had a past. Len had a past. That was what being human meant. Sometimes that felt more like dragging a corpse through the dust wherever you went than a happy set of picture-perfect memories, but it was part of the whole package.

The major reason Janet didn’t entertain the idea of kids for longer than a passing thought was because she didn’t want any – for the moment, she told herself, even as she kept forgetting to really think about it. She’s grown up with the distinct impression that she hadn’t been wanted, or had come at an inconvenient time to her parents. The last thing she wanted was to make a kid feel like that.

The lesser reason was everything Len wasn’t saying. He wasn’t crazy about opening up about things either important or trivial, though he did anyway because they both liked to get their point across clearly. But she’d never, ever heard him say anything at all about his life before he’d struck out on his own, a couple of years short of eighteen years old. His sister Lisa was six years younger, and that was all Janet knew. Family, parents, home life – Len didn’t let anything slip. This, combined with the scars and a few odd reactions, carefully hidden under a lot of attitude, told her more than he appeared willing to share.

One day, when he’d been nicely mellowed out by a good score and a shared bottle of the good stuff to celebrate, she had asked him, “Do you ever think about having kids?”

The split-second look he’d given her still haunted her to this day. She had seen him angry, she had seen him silent, cheerful and surly and balking at house chores, but it hadn’t crossed her mind that he could ever be afraid.

“No,” he’d answered curtly. “Why?”

“Just wondering. Kevin from logistics just had his third the other day. Kept asking me when I’d finally get started on my own.”

“Kevin from logistics needs to mind his own damn business.”

“That’s what I told him,” said Janet, and Len smirked. “Anyway, he got me thinking. Turns out I don’t think I want kids. You know, at all.”

The relief on his face was as fleeting as the fear, but just as stark.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like what we have.” A pause. “You’ve really never thought about having kids one day?”

“Sure I did, once – for about five seconds. Weirdest five seconds of my life.”

She’d given him a look, half amused, half a smile. Relax, Len. You’re not getting interrogated.

“That bad?”

“Look, I don’t… Kids are weird, all right? Adults I can deal with. Besides, all I know is how not to be a father. No way I’m risking—no way.”

That was as close as he ever came to telling her why she’d never even heard Snart Sr.’s first name. But it was enough. They closed the subject and moved on to other things.

* * * *

And then it turned out that Metropolis and Gotham were not the only cities that could boast an actual superhero, because Central City quickly became aware of a lean, young-looking man in a red costume who called himself the Flash and went after burglars and thieves with superhuman speed. Whoever he was, whatever he was, he added an element of danger to her husband’s chosen profession, and Janet took an instant dislike to him and his big smug smile. Then she dismissed him from her mind quickly enough.

Len, though, was a very different story.

While he didn’t like the Flash any more than Janet did, the guy’s addition to the tried-and-true equation of cops and robbers added an edge that hadn’t been present before. Having an actual superhero in town made all of Len’s old research on absolute zero – and tinkering in the basement – not only relevant but useful. He designed a ‘cold gun’ from plans he’d stolen years ago, looking more excited than Janet had seen him in the last eight years, and worked hard to ‘up his game’.

Privately, Janet thought that, for a man who claimed to be as serious about his trade as Len did, creating a brand-new persona complete with parka, visor, and goofy moniker was hilarious.

Not that she ever actually laughed at him. Especially not the one time Len came back from a heist with an armful of cash and a weird look on his face.

“He’s a kid, Jan,” he said when Janet had asked him what could be wrong when he’d clearly got away with the loot unscathed. “He’s a goddamn kid. I don’t think he’s even old enough to drink.”

“What the hell is he playing at, then?” she exclaimed. “This job is not kid’s stuff! What was he thinking, that he could waltz in and play Superman, just like that?”

“I don’t know.” Len took off his visor and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then his eyes hardened. “And I don’t care. I like my job. If this guy thinks he can stop me, then he’d better be prepared to try harder.”

“I got him good today, though,” he said hours later, in the small hours of the night, after Janet’s hands had searched for his, cool and calloused, under the covers.

Something tensed inside in the region of her stomach.

“You didn’t kill him, did you?”

“Of course not,” he snapped, looking annoyed that she’d even ask. Janet’s guts relaxed. “I’m a crook, not a murderer. Besides, you know the second someone offs that guy, Superman or another big hero is gonna show up and turn the city inside out in revenge. It’d be like when a cop gets killed. They close ranks and start shooting indiscriminately.”

“So when you say you ‘got him good’ –”

“I just sent him packin’. Didn’t rough him up more than I would a cop. The kid’s got a mean right hook but he has no idea how real cold works, speed or no speed.”

Janet closed her eyes again and murmured, “Maybe he’ll quit, then.”

“Maybe.” Even half-asleep, she could tell that this ‘maybe’ meant ‘fat chance’.

“So… on the off-chance that today didn’t put him off, what are you gonna do?”

“I was thinking I might hit Drake & Hall Savings on Infantino Street next month.”

“I meant about the Flash.”

Len’s voice was low but certain when he said, “Me too. I’ll just keep doing my job, and if this joker is as serious as he claims to be, he’ll keep trying to stop me. But I’m not gonna drop everything just because of a kid in a onesie and a mask. I’ll just have to find ways to slow him down.”

The last thought that coalesced in Janet’s mind just before she nodded off was Did my husband just become a supervillain?

She fell asleep before the laugh passed her lips.

* * * *

While ‘supervillain’ might have been stretching things – not to mention the word made Janet choke up on laughter – Len’s new approach to the job was certainly different from the one he’d had before the Flash came along. He still refused the label, though, arguing that supervillains had powers, costumes, and delusions of grandeur, while he just had a cold gun, a parka, and banks to rob.

“Okay,” said Janet when she was in a ribbing mood, “what’s the Joker’s power, then?”

This usually earned her a deadpan look.

At least Len didn’t remain the only crook with a gimmick and an eccentric costume for long. Soon her husband had colleagues, fellow not-supervillains, some of whom not only willing to work together but also seemed to actually appreciate it. Their ‘powers’ were not innate, nor did they get them in freaky accidents; like Len, they either stole tech or were savvy enough to design it. And they all rejected the label of ‘supervillain’.

They were ‘rogues’. Or rather, Rogues. And Len – who knows why – took the place of the de facto leader.

Of her husband’s coworkers, Janet got on with Mick Rory the best. She liked his even temper, his slight smile, and the fact that he generally found it easy to keep a level head. Digger Harkness was his exact opposite, and her whole life she could never quite shake off the urge to slap him whenever he opened his mouth. The others were scattered along the scale between those two extremes: some were never quite sure what to do with her (or she with them – apart from making sure the old couch in the basement could be slept on and keeping an eye on their quickly-dwindling stock of coffee and beer packs), while others were more accommodating about having to spend time with ‘Len’s missus’.

One day Janet caught James pilfering one of the cookies she’d baked herself for the next night she’d have to spend alone. He looked so terrified at being caught red-handed that she refrained from rolling her eyes and told him to help himself and share with his musician friend.

She drew the line at pointing out Hartley was too skinny, though. Just because the young man was friendly and polite and, indeed, looked rather underfed didn’t mean she had any right to turn into her Aunt Debbie. She’d rather die first. Besides, she wasn’t the kid’s nanny, was she?

Nevertheless, the cookies proved a success. Like the couch in the basement, like the stocking up on beer packs, like the occasional patching-up of scrapes not serious enough to warrant a trip to the hospital, they surreptitiously became a habit.

* * * *

Over the years, Janet Snart slid smoothly into middle-age never regretting once her decision not to have children. Turned out being a woman, a wife, a friend, and a sometimes kind-of-support to a bunch of Rogues was quite enough.

Parenthood was overrated, anyway.

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Hope you liked, @orion-nottson 💜

Timeline notes thingy: Janet and Len met when they were about 25-27 and got married a couple of years later. ‘Dillon’ is of course Roscoe Dillon, the Top, who has a blink-and-you-miss-it cameo in the JLU episode with the Rogues, but since I don’t want to kill him or Lisa, I’m thinking he was her ice skating trainer, they fell in love, and didn’t go into villainy.

Wally was the first Flash of this universe - maybe the second and Jay was a superhero in the 1940s? - since he says “my uncle’s flying in” for the ceremony. Also, when he first pops up in this story he’s not quite 16, while Len is a bit over 30.

...I really overthink these things, huh 😅

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hacked-by-jake · 3 years

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Hey Hbj! 👋

I have a theory: what if our mysterious chief of police, Alan Bloomgate, is MWAF or someone who works with him?

So far, we know from Hannahs psychiatrist that Jennifer was the same age Hannah is currently when she was killed. Assuming that Jennifer, and Hannah now, was in her early 20ies (at least that is what my conclusion is on possibile age), and Jennifers murder happened 10 years ago, could be possible. We know Alan was not the chief of police back then. And Hannah maybe found out something about Jennifers murder and told Alan about it, so him being or working with the MWTF would mean the MWAF would know about it too, and thats why Hannah got kidnapped¹. And we also learned from episode 8 that Alan has some kind of computer knowledge, as Jake had troubles breaking his encryprion, so it is possible he had information of our investigation. As chief, he now has easy access to manny informations and details about it, and can easily cover up for himself as being/orneorkin with the MWAF. And by contacting us, he wants to find out even more about us and what we know.

Possible? Would love to hear your thoughts of it 😊

Hsve a good day/night!

Hey, dear Anon! Yay! Theory Time! *-*

And yes, in fact, I can imagine that very well. This is also one of the theories that I have been thinking about for a very long time, and the probability of this is very high.

As with all other characters, there would still be missing a motive for why he does it, but as I said, we really lack that in everyone.

Since we don’t really know Alan yet, it’s a little hard to judge him. However, with Alan, a little bit like the typical cliché that often exists, I have the feeling that maybe Alan will be in Duskwood of all the cops, the only one who is not corrupt or bad.

It’s just very cliché, but somehow I could also imagine that we could still use the help of Alan very well and that Alan will still help us. He really seems like he really wants to help. In addition, Hannah and he actually talked before she was abducted. Maybe Hannah wanted to talk to him, too, because he’s the only one who can be trusted.

In fact, I believe that we will still be talking to him, and in fact I hope so, because it may help us a lot.🤔

But I think your theory is very good and really possible. Since we don’t have much information on Jennifer’s murder yet, we don’t know yet what role he will play and which he played back then.

In the interrogation with Michael Hanson, Alan does not seem to believe Jennifer’s father, which could also be a sign that Alan is one of the good guys.

If, for example, Michael is really the MWAF, I would rather say that he is working with Alan. I can’t really imagine that Alan could be the MWAF alone. And as I said, in general, the "why?" is missing.Why would he do that? Does that have a reason?

Ahhh! It’s so hard and so confusing, I just need more information, I’m going crazy, but yes, I totally agree with you. I actually like the theory quite much, it would be very interesting if it were really like that. And even with the age of Hannah and Jennifer, I can agree with you.

Thank you so much for sharing your theory and for taking the time. And I’m glad you sent me the theory, I love theories! So, thank you!🥰💚

Have a great day/evenig/night too! Take care of yourself and stay healthy, love! 🌹💜

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ I NEED YOU MORE ❜

with Nestor Oceteva, and teen!reader as his daughter.

Request: Hello! A Imagine about Nestor's daughter? A teen girl who hate Miguel,maybe cause she ils scared by him ? And that's cause some problem between Nestor and his daughter. And she thinks he gonna kick her ass out of the home like with her mom or in intership (not sure of the english word... I mean school where u sleep here during week) . Maybe with Mayans apparition ? 🙈 Ending fluff ? ❤❤🙏

BY ANON

Word count: about 4.1k and I'm not even sorry.

Warnings: angst af, minors consuming alcohol and stealing a car, slightslightslight mention of violence (this sounds too bad just to warn you of a slap) and I don't know what more. Actually, I don't even know if these are warnings, or need to be warned. I'm a clown.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

“Dad, you promised me”.

Nestor sighs closing his eyes for a second, before turning around to face you, wearing the holsters over the black shirt. He doesn't know what to say, seeing the letdown gesture on your face.

“Dad…”

“I know what I said, (Y/N)”. He just says, checking the guns and the loaders before keeping them on both sides of his body. “But Mikey needs me”.

“I need you too”. You reply cross-armed with a broken thread of voice.

Turning on your feet, you leave the room being followed by the mexican, who is trying to find the most adequate words to say. But he knows that you are right, closing the door onto his nose. Falling down on your bed, you can't help but finally break in crying. Your father can hear you and that really breaks his heart, but he has to leave much to his regret. Miguel said some days ago that he would be free this weekend and you were ready to travel to Los Angeles tomorrow morning. As always, that wasn't something to happen. It's the third time you've delayed the trip, being alone for the rest of the week, because surprisingly Nestor has to work. And you understand his job and what he does, but sometimes Miguel looks like he's jealous. Of you, of your relationship, of whatever. Maybe he is his best friend, his brother, but his boss first. So your father has to obey his orders.

When you're sure he's gone, you step out of your dorm, going downstairs and cleaning the tears on your shirt. Maybe you're on time to call some friend and have a beer in that bar that doesn't care about your age because ‘you are Nestor Oceteva's daughter’. It should be the other way around, but who are you to question those kinds of decisions. Typing by heart your best friend's number, you place the phone on your ear, opening the fridge to find something to eat.

“Hey, babygirl”.

“Hey, corazón. Where are you?”

“Home, watching a documentary”.

“What 'bout?” You ask, grabbing yesterday's thai leftlover, before closing the fridge.

“Charles Manson. That… fucking guy was fucking crazy”.

“Yeah, I've seen something about him”.

Taking a fork from the main drawer, you jump over the counter to sit on, putting the speaker on your phone to leave it by a side of your legs.

“So, what's up? Are you exc—”.

“My father canceled it again”. You interrupt her, eating a bunch of noodles. “Do you… want to hang… out? I think he left the car here”.

“Are you gonna drive your father's car? Without license?”

“Do you want to hang out or not?”.

“Yeah, yeah. Give me… dunno, twenty minutes?”

“Thirty, I'm having somekind of dinner”. You reply, looking at the box between your hands with an incredulous gesture.

“Okay, amor, see you here”.

Hanging up the call, you hurried up to finish the box and get ready for a girls night. It's not the first time that you do it and of course it's not going to be the last. But even if you try to convince yourself that you're not trying to call Nestor's attention, you know you are doing it. And you know it at the exact moment you find the keys of the black SUV. Miguel's car. The one he drives when he has to work. Probably, one of the other security men picked him up. You don't care. You're going to take this car, and not the personal one. Having one last look on the mirror, turning over the sneakers and putting well on the black skirt and the transparent crop top, you leave the house straight to the garage. Clicking the control remote to lift up the door, you lead your steps towards the big Range Rover.

Once that the engine is on, you speed up to see your house getting smaller through the rear-view, enjoying how easy it's to drive an automatic car without caring about the gears. And of course, Lara starts to freak out when you appear in her neighborhood with such a monster of four wheels.

“Girl, are you kidding me?” She screams as soon as she sits by your side. “Shit… Nestor is gonna kill you…”

“Nope, if he doesn't find out. We're just gonna have some beers, what can go wrong, ah?”

“This car is… fucking amazing”.

“He put me puppy eyes to drive him”. You joke with her, before continuing to your destiny.

Of course, it's not your fault. And if it is, you hush it by turning up the volume of the music, before you get out of control driving out of Santo Padre. Reaching the pub some minutes later, you're ready to enjoy the night. Shots of tequila sliding over the wet wooden bar, cheering with your friend and drinking them in one gulp, mixing it with the toasted beers. One after another. Your body dances following the rhythm of the rock music playing on, singing the lyrics as if you were in a concert and having some fun with your best friend. Lara and you have known each other forever, and sixteen years together have given for many situations. Some better than others, but always by your side whenever you have needed her, mostly when you have needed your father. You could give your life for her, and she could give her life for you.

But that good time ends up when your phone rings in your hand, showing the name of your father on it. Rolling your eyes, you decline the call, placing an arm on Lara's shoulders.

“What if we ha—have a bottle of tequila and we le—leave? I know a place…” Making the same gesture that the chefs proffer in some kind of kiss when a dish is really delicious, she nods energetically, ignoring the new incoming call.

At least this time, you have some care driving the heavy SUV, taking your time because of your blurred gaze. It's not the first time you drive drunk, but this car is different from your father's and he needs it to work. And maybe you're starting to think that it wasn't a good idea, but by the other hand, he earned it. It's supposed that you should be sleeping and resting for your father and daughter's travel, but he preferred to cancel it to spend some more time with Miguel. That's why he didn't take the Range Rover. Probably his best friend had another discussion with his wife. The crazy bitch who appeared from nowhere and tried to be your friend just because you were Nestor's family. You're not sure who you hate the most, if Miguel, or if Emily.

And you are so absorbed thinking about it that you don't see the stop signal, passing it away and colliding with another car. A cops one. Raising your head from the airbag, as Lara does cursing and complaining in spanish, you find out how fucked you are right now. Luckily, you just hit a side of the trunk, but when you see them stepping out of the patrol holding his guns and pointing at the SUV, you know that you're going to be much more fucked when they call your father.

“Get out of the car and put the hands on your heads!”

Of course, you two obey while one of the cops asks for another patrol and some help by the walkie. As soon as they recognize you, they put the guns down with a heavy snort. If you hadn't rammed them, they would let you go. But they need to explain why their car is a little destroyed.

“Are you hurt?” Dylan looks at both, after giving the advertisement. Lara nods head in silence, so you do.

“Turn around, (Y/N), I have to arrest you”. Frankie says grabbing the handcuffs from his belt after keeping his weapon.

“Please, don't arrest her too, it was my fault”. You beg them, raising both wrists towards him. “Please… It was my fault”.

“Can you hire an uber?” The oldest turns at your friend, who nods again. “Do it”.

“(Y/N), I'm stayi—”.

“No, Lara! You're leaving. I will call you tomorrow, I promise”.

If you were drunk at some point of the night, you're not anymore sitting in the interrogation room, wearing a jacket that Frankie gave you of the police division and a cup of hot coffee between your hands, supported over the table. You're not sure how many time have passed since you came, but when a uniformed man opens the door you know by the gesture on his face that it's time to go home. From the other end of the police station, you can hear your father shouting like never before. Full of rage and really furious. Miguel doesn't look much happy when you reach them, assuming that he paid for the penalty fee of driving without license and drunk, for the patrol and the bond to let you go. You heavy gulp bowing the head to your feet, licking your lips about to cry. No, you're not trying to pity them, you're shaking because you have never been more scared in your entire life.

“What the fuck were you thinking, ah?” Your father leans forward facing you, with an angry whisper.

“Hermano, aquí no”. (Brother, not here). Miguel mutters, placing a hand on his forearm, hoping that he calms down. But he doesn't.

“I'm talking to my daughter”. He turns for a second, before giving you back all his attention. “Mírame, chamaca”. (Look at me, girl).

“Dad, I'm s—”.

“Don't you fucking dare to say that you're sorry, 'cause we both know you're not”. He urges you to look at him, grabbing your chin with more strength that you can deal with, pointing you with a ringed forefinger. “You took my fucking car. You drove drunk. And you ran over a fucking cops car. Are you fucking stupid?”

“Nestor…” Miguel calls him again, but he doesn't reply to his brother back.

“Do you thought just for a fucking second how I felt when they called me, to tell me that my daughter had a fucking car accident and that she tripled the allowed alcohol rate?”.

“That's all you cared about?” You speak then, slapping his hand away from your face, shrugging your shoulders. “The car? The shame of… being living this situation?”

“Ah, ah. I'm not falling into your fucking game of emotional blackmail, chamaca. Not this fucking time”.

“This wouldn't have happened, if you had been at home. Sleeping. Getting ready for our trip. But… your work is always more important than spending some time with me!”

“That's not t—”.

“Oh, for god's sake! Just for once, Miguel, can you please shut the fuck up? If you paid for me, good! Thank you! I'll give it to you back, but don't fucking call me liar!”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” Your father yells at you, grabbing your left forearm and shaking it with a strong pull. “You're gonna be grounded until you're eighteen, ¿me oíste?”

“Jeez… Of course... I gave you the perfect excuse to keep hanging with your ‘best friend’ forgetting that you have a daughter… You're the worst fath—”.

You can't finish the sentence, when the back of his hand crosses your face to the other side, feeling a slight stinging stab running through your lower lip, before tasting the metallic flavor of blood.

“Brother, don't”. Too late to stop him, Miguel. “Don't do that again”.

You're shocked with your gaze on the floor and a hand on your cheek, trying to figure out what just happened frowning slowly.

“I hate you…” You say in a low thread of voice, with some tears falling down from your eyes.

Three words that you didn't think you could say, but here they are, pressing the sleeve cuff against your lip to contain the red liquid starting to walk right to the exit with the clear intention of getting away from him.

“No, no, no, hermano. Déjala”. (Brother, leave her). Miguel stops him again, grabbing his arm again when you begin to run, pushing the street door to go downstairs.

Your cry gets somewhat louder, standing in front of your father's mate for a second and looking at they're disappointed gesture, before continuing your steps to the right side of the street not knowing where you want to go. You just need to walk, even if it's cold outside and the jacket it's not enough to keep you warm. Turning the corner you hear the cars engines coming closer, but although you think they're going to stop to pick you up, they don't. Nestor is driving the first one and he doesn't look at you passing you away. The pain increases, oppressing your chest and concentrating in your throat. Now you're starting to regret what you did, but it wasn't a reason to treat you like he did, hitting you. Slapping you in front of everybody. And it's worse the fact that he hit you for the first time, than the fact of who was looking at you.

The next time you raise up your eyes from your shoes, you find yourself in Marcus neighborhood, guessing that your brain was working for you this time. Knowing that it's your only option. Knowing that he's not going to judge you, but try to understand you and give you the best advice. Ringing the doorbell when you reach his house, you stand on the porch with both arms crossed around your chest, rubbing one leg against the other trying to find some warmth on every move until he welcomes you.

“Te andaba esperando, mija”. (I was waiting for you, girl). He says with a soft smile on his lips, opening his arms to hug you tight. “Come in, you're freezing”.

In silence, you practically obey crossing the door to the inside, taking off the cops jacket to hang it on the coat rack. It's not the first time you go to him looking for some appropriate words for the occasion, and he never complains. You know him since six years ago, and he has always been so gentle and helpful.

“Why don't you have a shower while I prepare you a sandwich? Are you hungry?” He asks, placing an arm over your shoulders.

With a fleeting smile on your lips, you nod.

“Okay, hurry up”.

Following the hallway to the guest room, you close the door to open the wardrobe, finding there your bag with some comfy clothes from the last time you had to stay there. The shower doesn't take you too much, feeling better after getting warm and clean, fixing up your lip as soon as it stops bleeding. You meet the one that is like your tío on the main table of the living room, with a sandwich, a napkin and a glass of milk. Sitting on, the man rests his arms over the wood, looking at you devouring your food.

“Nestor told me what happened”.

“Did he tell you about the trip?”

“Not tonight, but the whole week. All the time, mija”.

Shaking your hands above the dish to clean them from the bread, you raise an eyebrow towards him.

“He was very excited to go with you to Los Angeles”. He explains, as if it was necessary. “He told us everything that he wanted to show you. Hollywood, the Griffith's observatory, Santa Mónica…”

“It's the third time he leaves me on the road like a pinche perro, tío”.

“Yes, I know. And I know that he was disappointed with himself for not being able to take you to. Have you thought about that?”

You keep silent, bowing your eyes to the nibbled sandwich. No, you didn't. You were too busy being egoist, not asking how he felt about it.

“We have a… different job from other men. It's risky, complicated and we never know if we're going to come back home. But the time that we spend with our families, it's the most precious time for us. I talk with my daughter every single day by video call. And I take advantage of the minimal time to drive to Oaktown, to see her. To have lunch, a coffee… Whatever”. He says, holding your hands over the table to intertwining his fingers with yours. “For you is easier. You live together. And I'm not asking you to normalize how much he works, but to understand that everything he does, he does it for you, mija. To give you the life he couldn't have”.

“I just want to be… some time with him, tío Marcus. This is not… because of the trip, I swear. But, I can be for days without seeing him at home. And… And… everything I can think of, it's that something wrong happened to him”. You're crying again, trying to express your feelings and your emotions, while the mexican listens to you attentively. “I know I didn't have to take his car, nor another. I didn't have to drink, or escape from home. I was just… feeling alone, and sad, and…”

“Alcohol it's not the solution, mija”.

“I know…”

“And Miguel isn't your enemy”.

Yes, you know that too, but acknowledge it out loud it's not an option. You feel stupid enough for tonight.

“You should talk with Nestor, tell him how you feel and, of course, tell him that you are sorry. I'm sure you didn't, did you?”

“I don't think he wants to… hear me, or see me right now, tío”.

“(Y/N), never forget that you are his daughter. The most beautiful gift that God gave him. Nothing, and no one could change that. Never”.

With this hangover, the last thing you want to do is front facing what you did last night. But Marcus thought that you shouldn't waste more time. Stepping out of the SUV, when it stops in front of Miguel's house, you take a deep long breath with your heart racing. Your hands are sweating and your legs are trembling, walking towards the main door being slightly pushed by your tío. Coming in, you follow your father's voice, sounding tired and upset, talking with his boss about a trip to Washington. Washington D.C., where your mother lives.

“I think it's the best option, brother. It will suit her”.

Through the opened door, you can see them giving you their backs. Miguel is standing up behind your father, pointing something on the screen of the laptop, while Nestor is sitting at the desk.

“Please, don't”. You just say with a broken tone of voice, about to cry.

The men turn around facing you.

“Dad, I'm so—sorry for what I did… I'm sorry fo—for crashing your car, Miguel… but do—don't send me to Washington… please”. You beg taking a step closer.

Miguel narrows one of his shoulders, before leaving you alone and closing the door of his own office. Nestor gets up from his chair, resting his body against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. Then you notice that he looks so different as he usually does. A bump tying his curly hair, wearing sweatpants and a shirt, and two black bags under his eyes. Now you know what Marcus was trying to explain to you.

“Dad, it will never gonna happen again, I swear. I pro—promise… I promise you. No car, no alcohol, no going out, no nothing. I will stay at home. All the ti—time. I promise”. You continue begging with all your efforts, while he keeps silent. “I get it, okay? You ha—have to work. You have to work a lot and I promise I will ne—never complain about it again… I will settle with… hav—having any time with you. Por poquito que sea”. (No matter how little).

He doesn't say anything, rubbing the bridge of his nose, uttering a heavy sigh. You're getting more and more nervous. Your whole anatomy is shaking, tasting the salty tears that flood in your lips.

“Lo—Look… this morning I fo—found a job that I co—could take this summer”. Your father looks at you, taking off your phone from a pocket to unlock it, offering it to him so he can read the offer. “It's in a caf—cafeteria… Eleven dollars per hour. It's not mu—much… but I could pay Miguel for everything”.

While you highlight everything you have to pay for, you make some gesture with your fingers counting them under his attentive gaze. He looks surprised, even if he's trying to hide it from you.

“I will do an—anything, dad. I wanna be with you… Please, don' leave me”.

You have never felt so desperate, so broken, so sad. You can't barely breathe, not knowing if you're having a panic attack, an anxiety one, or you're just dying because of the pain imagining you're not going to see him for a long, long time. You never had a good relationship with your mother, and your father is the person you love the most in the world. You literally can't live without him.

“Papá, say something… please”.

The only thing he does is look at the broken screen of your phone, before giving it to you back licking his lips.

“I wasn't talking about the city, but about the county”. He finally speaks, grabbing the laptop as you come closer to have a look. “There's a campground on Mount Rainier. It's a national park surrounded by forests. People camp there and… go hiking, exploring nature. I was more into buying two trail bikes”.

“Aren't you…?”

“Seriously, (Y/N), who the fuck do you think I am?” Narrowing his eyes, he shakes his head, leaving away the laptop.

“I'm sorry… I just… hear yo—”.

“Nothing is what it seems to be”.

“I know… and I'm truly sorry, dad”.

“I'm sorry for hitting you last night. Let me see it”. Cupping your cheek into his hands, he takes a look at the small gap on your lower lip, leaning to kiss your forehead before hugging you with all his strength. “I'm sorry for setting you apart, mi amor. I didn' mean to do it”.

“I know, dad”. You whisper against his chest, feeling somewhat better when you're able to stop crying.

“You have to talk with Mikey, okay?” He says, pulling himself away and caressing your hair. You just nod clearing your tears.

Going out from the office, clinged to your father's waist, he leads you to the kitchen. His friend is there, having a sip from a mug of coffee resting against the counter. Leaving the drink over it, he stands up waiting for some words.

“Miguel, I am… sorry about last night. About taking your car and driving it after drinking… too much tequila”.

“It's okay, I accept your apologies”. He says then with a firm tone.

“I… ahm… I told my dad that I found an… offer job in a cafeteria, to pay you the bills”. You reply, showing him too on your phone. “Probably I will have to… work a double shift for… dunno, maybe ten years to afford it. But I will give it to you back”.

“You don't have to do it”.

“Yes, I have. I crashed it and I was arrested. That's a… lot of money, but I will earn it”.

Miguel looks at you father, visibly surprised because of your insistence and that you're being more responsible than they thought you will be. You sure they thought that you would set them on fire, or something like that. But here you are, swallowing your pride and trying to do the correct thing.

“I want to make you… have clear the fact that I don't hate you, and that I am not your enemy, (Y/N). Your father is the only person I blinded trust in. We've been friends long before you were born and when he told me he was about to have a daughter, I was more excited than anyone”. Now, you are the surprised one, watching him grab an empty mug to pour some coffee into it before offering it to you. “He's my family, so you do. Sí lo entiendes, ¿verdad?” (Do you understand it, right?”

You nod pursing your lips, holding the drink.

“It's true that sometimes I forgot that he has a house and a daughter to attend to, but I don't do it consciously. I have a son too, I know how it feels to work too much, come back home tired and don't be able to spend time with your family. So, I had an idea”. He does a pause, raising a hand towards the close stook for you to sit on. “I need someone to help me to transcribe my countability books, look for money losses from the last years of my father's empire. And Nestor told me you like… numbers”.

“Yes, I… I do”.

“So, what if to pay my bills, you help me with that? It's a way to show you that I trust you too and that I want you closer too. Everybody wins. You will see your father more often, I will solve my… little problem with the accounts and maybe we can start to be friends”.

Jumping off from the stool, you hug him. You hug him like you never thought you would do one day. And now you're seeing how wrong you were about him.

“But first, enjoy the week with your father and try not to kill himself riding through the forest”. He chuckles, palming gently your back.

“A week?” You frown confused, pulling yourself away and turning to your father smirking with both hands inside the pockets of his pants. “Like… a whole week? From Monday to Sunday?”

“Actually… from Sunday to Sunday. We're leaving tomorrow”.

Not knowing when you have began to cry again, Nestor surrounds you with both arms against his chest, feeling a little more stupid after finding out what they were doing before you came to the house. Leaving some kisses on your head, your father urges you to look at him.

“Let's prepare the trip, okay? I also need to sleep for some… long, long, long hours”. Taking off from his right pocket the Cartel's phone, he leaves it on the counter. “I'm not gonna need it”.

“You sure?” Miguel jokes with him, grabbing it to keep it.

“Fucking sure, hermano”.

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