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Dating differences between Gholly and GhostRaven

Gholly

GhostRaven

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The Feral Medic

Chapter 11

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairings: Poly141xOriginal Character

Warnings: Military inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Trauma mentioned (briefly)

A/N: A tame chapter after last night, not much longer until we finally get to the good stuff (I PROMISE)

Aurora groans as her alarm clock blares alerting her that she needs to get up to get breakfast in the mess. She slams her hand on the top of it as she slowly climbs out of her mountain of blankets. As she sits there trying to wake up she realizes she feels like she's starving. She knows she ate yesterday but it feels like she hasn’t eaten in days. With another groan she quickly dresses in a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie, feeling the need for comfort as her emotions seem to be spiraling. She sighs as she slips on a pair of sneakers and runs a brush through her hair before throwing it in a messy bun and opening her door. She jumps as she sees Johnny and Kyle standing there with Kyle’s hand raised to knock. “Morning Bonnie,” Johnny calls out, a little too chipper considering he was wasted last night. Aurora grumbles a “good morning” back as she practically speeds walks down the hall.

Kyle catches up to her, catching the scent of a very unhappy Omega as he sniffs around her. “You okay Princess?” He asks genuine concern in his voice and leaking into his scent. Aurora sighs as she nods. “I feel like I’m starving.” She says honestly as the trio walk towards the mess. Kyle simply nods as he and Johnny share a slightly confused look. Once in the mess Aurora heads straight to the line and piles her plate high with food before sitting at their usual table where John and Ghost are already seated. John raises an eyebrow as he notices the amount of food on Aurora’s tray that she immediately begins to dig into.

”Slow down there Princess, no one is taking it from you.” Kyle jokes as he and the other men share a confused look at her sudden increase in hunger. Aurora sighs as she looks at the men around her. “Sorry, I just feel like I’m starving.” She says honestly as a small blush covers her cheeks. “You look like you’re trying to prepare for hibernation.” John jokes as Aurora lets out a small chuckle before her eyes widen. “What date is it?” she says as she grabs onto Johnny’s arm in concern. Johnny shrugs before John speaks up. “The 17th?” His words cause Aurora to let out a groan as she lays her head on the table. “What?” Johnny asks as Aurora lifts her head with a groan. “I’m in preheat.” She whispers. Her words have Ghost’s and John’s backs stiffening, their inner Alpha reacting to her words without them even thinking. Johnny leans over and sniffs Aurora’s neck before he pulls back and nods. “Oh yeah definitely.” He says as he clears his throat to prevent a growl from escaping.

Aurora groans as she puts her head on the table. Kyle rubs soothing circles on her back as he nods and leans down to speak to her. “We can order whatever snacks you want to be sent through the courier to our quarters, as well as anything else you want or need. What do you want to do today? We have an hour until our training, but after that, we are free until Monday.” He says soothingly, his Beta scent calming her as he speaks. “Honestly? I just want to lay on the couch and do nothing with my comfy blankets, maybe watch movies and eat junk food?” She sighs as Kyle smiles and nods. “Me and Johnny can join you, a little Beta sandwich to calm your Omega nerves? What movies Princess?” He says, his smile growing when he hears the small happy Omega purr she releases without meaning to. “I like horror movies?” she says quietly and he nods as he smiles.

”We can do that, right Johnny?” Kyle says as he looks at Johnny who nods excitedly. “Can you handle being around me like this though?” Aurora says to Johnny quietly, obviously referring to his Delta nature, worried his Alpha side might take over, He nods as he smiles. “Anything to make sure you are comfortable Bonnie.” He smiles. Aurora nods happily as the trio stands and throws their trays away before heading to the barracks to make a giant order of snacks, junk food, heat supplies, and comfortable blankets Aurora will need.

Once the trio leaves the table John turns to Ghost curiously. “Aren’t you going for a rut soon too?” He asks as Ghost nods. “oh, this ought to be interesting.” John mumbles as Ghost lets out a small growl. “I won’t hurt her if that’s what you’re assuming. I may be lacking on the how to talk to an Omega department, but I won’t force her, even in that state.” He says and John nods. The two Alphas then clear their trays before heading to their offices before Ghost heads to the training session. He was leading the recruits in firearms training with the help of Kyle and Johnny.

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Aurora sighed as she sat on the couch, the boys were off at training and she was currently watching Nightmare on Elm Street while she snacked on a package of Oreos. The boys had been gone about two hours by now. Suddenly Aurora hears footsteps running down the hall, and the panicked scent of Kyle hits her nose. She immediately sits up as he runs into the room. “We need your help, I’ll explain on the way to your office.” He says quickly. Aurora nods and slips her sneakers on as she jumps up and runs with him.

”We were shooting and a recruit started fucking around, he almost shot Johnny in the arm, It’s not bad at all barely anything.” Kyle says through gasps of air as Aurora listens to him. She quickly unlocks her office and heads into the exam room to grab her med kit. “But Ghost freaked out, he began yelling at the recruits to get away from Johnny but the kid kept trying to check Johnny’s arm, he’s an Alpha so I don’t know if Ghost’s inner Alpha freaked out over his injured Beta or what, but he started growling and acting different and now he’s just feral!” Kyle says as Aurora pauses. “He went into his Apex Alpha state,” she says and Kyle nods. “Last time he almost severely hurt Johnny. He won’t let any of us near him, Soap is trying to calm him down but he’s not reacting to his Beta scent at all.” Kyle says as Aurora nods. She grabs her med kit and follows Kyle quickly.

When they arrive on scene she sees John already there. Johnny is sitting on the ground behind Ghost who is staring John down. He seems larger, his scent darker than it’s ever been as anger and rage leak out of his pores. “I cleared all the recruits out,” John says as he keeps his eyes on Ghost. “Johnny, how copy?” Aurora yells as Johnny nods. “I’m alright Lass, just a scratch honestly I don’t know what he freaked out about,” Johnny calls back as Aurora looks at John. ‘I’m assuming since I am in preheat he is in prerut.” She sighs and John nods. “He’s not reacting to Johnny’s Beta scent at all.” John sighs as Aurora nods.

She watches as Ghost turns his head, sniffing the air in her direction, his shoulders tensing slightly as her scent hits his nose. “oh damn it.” She mumbles as she sits her med kit down and slowly begins walking towards Ghost. “I hope you three are prepared to carry his ass back because after this I’m taking a damn shower and not doing shit for the rest of the weekend.” She calls to John, Johnny, and Kyle as she slowly approaches Ghost. His head cocks to the side as he watches her, his movements more animal than human as she approaches. Aurora sighs slightly as she pushes her scent out, the smell of Omega hitting his nose causing him to release an Alpha grumble, similar to an Omega purr.

Aurora can feel her heartbeat racing as she gets closer to him, his nails seem to have grown into small claws, a side effect of being an Apex she assumes. When she gets close enough she tilts her head, her scent gland facing him, a show of submission. Everyone watches nervously as Ghost sniffs before moving forward quickly, his hands grabbing Aurora by the arms to pull her close to his body. His claws dig into her arms slightly, but she doesn’t whine. Ghost leans down and buries his head in her neck, taking deep breaths of her scent as he does. It feels like hours, but is in reality seconds before his nails start to return to normal and his demeanor changes.

His scent begins to weaken, back to his normal level. Aurora lifts a hand to hold him by the back of his head as he continues to breathe her scent in. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” She coos as she motions for Johnny to come closer. Johnny stands up and slowly walks towards them as he watches Ghost’s body go limp against Aurora. He moves quickly to catch Ghost before he accidentally crushes the much smaller Omega. Kyle rushes to help and they get his arms draped over their shoulders. “Let’s take him to Johnny’s room. He will need to rest and I need to check his vitals. I don’t think waking up in the exam room would be good for him.” Aurora sighs as they nod and begin carrying him back to the barracks. John walks up and clasps a hand on Aurora’s shoulder. “Thank you, for not sedating him. You calmed him,” john says as Aurora nods. “Johnny told me what the previous medic did when he went into Alpha state. I would never put him through that.” She says honestly and John smiles as he nods. The two head back to the barracks so she can check Johnny’s arm and check on Ghost’s vitals.

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You don't have to fight so hard to be perfect all the time, you know? It's okay if you don't know the answers to someone's troubles, or even your own. You don't have to hold on to everyone's grief, and no one is going to blame you if you have to be quiet for a while. I know that it's hard to feel like you're more than what people need you to be, but you can step back. You try your best to be kind, and welcoming, and you definitely show it well. Compassion comes a lot more naturally to you, and although you like to be understanding, you're also pretty stubborn. You can't watch out for everyone else all of the time; how will anyone else know to care for you if you don't even show that you need it? Don't blame yourself, but don't always blame them, either.

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Curbing The Bullshit

Thank you @socially-awkward-skeleton for humoring me 🥰 I needed Cappie and Rory to meet!

[Rory Sinclair decides to listen to a friend and take a bold risk. She agrees to meet with Cappie De La Costa]

Maybe it was the smoke that hung heavy around them, that soft, comforting smell of burning tobacco that frenzied the chemicals in her brain with old memories. Maybe it was the alcohol that burned going down, cheap and sweet like she likes it, but hit the spot like the expensive stuff could, that anxious itch quelled by a timeless balm. Maybe it was the place. A hole in the wall, off the beaten path like all her favorite bars, neon signs and an apathetic bartender with a heavy pour.

Her finger traced over the carved initials in the wood of their table before her hazel eyes, predatory and sharp, flickered back up to the other woman’s face.

“Surprised you came,” reflected Cappie. “Thought all of you were a bunch of snobby blowhards.”

This wasn't her usual brand of meeting spots, not by a longshot. Rory was far more used to the brutality of concrete, to the brick and mortar of clandestine safehouses and secretive intel drops. Frankly, it was a nice change of pace. Something more informal, casual, a place that gave her the sense she could let her guard down.

But, of course, she knew better than that.

She chuckled as her tongue dragged over full lips, collecting every last drop of something that claimed to be scotch, stinging her tastebuds with its sharp, turpentine bite. It was certainly no Glenlivet, but she’d make do.

“Don't let the accent fool you, darling,” her voice a soft purr from too many cigarettes. “Might sound like a toff, but I assure you, I'm not above taking a meeting when the intel's apparently good – or so Kate tells me.”

Shrugging, she sank back into her seat, the moody lighting dimmed by the large sconce above their table casting shadows over her face.

“Besides, could've been stuck here with John instead. Count your blessings.” Her smirk crept slowly across her lips, curling the corner just enough to start her dimple carving into her cheek. “I’m much better company.”

“Sure ya are,” chided Cappie with a lopsided smile. She knocked back her second shot of whiskey with a soft hiss. The glass was then slid next to her first as she cleared her throat. “Bleh–Look, I have no idea what the fuck a ‘toff’ is, and if ya call me ‘darling’ again I won't pay for any more of your drinks–Take this.”

Cappie scooted a third shot glass across their table, the amber liquid gleaming under the golden glow of the bar light.

Rory rolled her eyes and picked up the shot glass without complaint. Holding it to her lips, she glanced at the woman across from her, inspecting her with hazel doe eyes.

“Cappie” certainly was a rather interesting choice of nickname.

“Shoot,” she said, knocking back the drink, the liquor burning the whole way down.

The former smuggler grinned as Rory drank down the whiskey. Part of her was surprised, for Cappie had meant it when she assumed that Task Force 141 was made up of a bunch of hard ass psychopaths who didn't even know what fun was, let alone would show up upon receiving a cryptic invitation to a bar such as this. Rory had called herself ‘better company’. The fact that she humored Cappie at all was refreshing.

“Okay, an easy one,” tried Cappie. “Captain John Price. You and him a thing, like, for real? Because I thought the military had a thing against their soldiers bumping uglies?”

At the tail-end of her question, her phone buzzed on the table, along with the blasting of a techno song, signaling exactly who it was trying to contact her. Cappie silenced the device in an instant, her focus shifting back to the operative across from her.

Rory glanced down at the phone, noticing the very quick movement to silence it, brow cocking sharply at the sight.

Eyes narrowing, she clenched her jaw and bit the inside of her cheek as she growled softly in her throat. “Nik… so much for being sworn to secrecy,” she quipped.

Brushing her hand through her hair, ruffling it, she sighed and leaned forward, tapping her nails on the table.

“We are. And it does,” she said, lowering her voice, treating her relationship like the secret it was. “Which is precisely why John and I keep it all under wraps… for five years now.” A proud little smirk curled her lips as she spun the empty glass on the tabletop. “I'd like to keep it that way.”

Pushing her glass to the side, Rory's stare flickered back up to the woman across from her. “Any other personal information you wish to dredge up while we're here?”

Cappie's brows raised and she leaned back with a scoff.

"Oo, that's one close to the chest," she reflected. "Which is kinda funny 'cause he seems pretty heartless. But five whole years. Damn--Does the hat stay on?"

Cappie then signaled the bar from their table, earning a flat look from the barman. Her body leaned closer. She could smell the soft notes of Rory's perfume. Expensive, guessed Cappie.

"Want anything specific?" Cappie asked Rory in a jovial tone. "The only limit is the credit card, but my guess is that it's nearly infinite so go HAM.”

Rory hummed, her mouth pursing as a mischievous gleam flashed in her eyes. “Have you ever tried the Glenfiddich 21 year old reserve?” Her head tipping to the side with a lopsided, cheeky grin. “Got a bottle for John and I to share last Christmas and we've left it unopened this whole time. A shame, really.”

Looking over at the bar, she scanned the cheap bottles of booze on the shelves. “Think they might have a bottle here, or something similar at least?”

She glanced back at Cappie, the gleam in her eyes still very much alight as she gave the other woman a playful wink. “As for the hat… sometimes.” Shrugging, she averted her gaze. “John's really not all that bad – questionable at times with his work, perhaps, and he certainly has his walls to get through when getting to know him – but we trust each other. There's history.”

“Can always ask,” started Cappie in reference to the alcohol preference, “But a place like this only has the good stuff in a basement for the Somebodies who name drop–Ask me nicely and maybe I'll pull a few strings. That's how the Captain is, isn't it?”

Her lips met the rim of her cocktail, contemplative as she breathed in the bright notes of the sugary maraschino cherries floating in her glass.

“What's romance for people who lie for a living?” she asked Rory, her eyes taking on a new sincerity. “Do you see that for yourself? All white picket fences and a happy ending? I don't know. I don't know you or John at all, but what I *do* know is that there's a lot of red in your ledger. A lot of bad people would pay me top dollar to whisper a thing or two ‘bout where you are.”

Her lips twitched a smile that died in her eyes. Cappie sipped her drink and sighed.

“Lucky for you I hate what money does to people. And Nik says good things.”

“Well, I appreciate that, but that’s also assuming I’d actually let you tell anyone… been special forces for quite some time. I might be all smiles and charm now, but as you said, there’s red in my ledger, I keep adding more, and I am very good at it.” It was a warning rather than a threat, said with sparkling eyes and a friendly smile to match with just a hint of the ruthlessness the operative was capable of.

“But enough about that. I could do with a good drink rather than whatever swill this place calls scotch, and so long as I’m in good company with someone who holds Nik in high regard then I won’t be too upset about the fact you called me a liar,” she said, huffing out a quiet chuckle. “In actual fact, truth is a much more powerful weapon in our job, which is precisely why I will neither confirm nor deny the dreams of the white picket fence.”

Before Rory could finish her last sentence, Cappie flicked a piece of straw wrapper at her head. Her mood soured.

“No, no, no,” chided Cappie with the wag of a finger. “Don't! Don't do that. Don't do all that cryptic, fake smiles bullshit, with your lil’ warnings and dainty lil’ laughs–I was patient with Nikolai in navigating that clusterfuck of a Soviet defense mechanism, but I ain't doin’ it with you. I brought you here to be a fucking human being, not some robot spat up by that gnarly war machine you call Queen and Country. You're having a secret relationship with a grumpy soldier. Big whoop! You're sapping out all the fun!”

With a huff, Cappie scooted her chair back, the wood legs grating on the stained concrete floor. She strode up to the bar, flashing the credit card with a command. Soon, she returned to their table with a bottle of scotch, as preferred by her British companion. It was plopped down with a heavy thunk .

“How much liquor do you need before you tell me the good stuff?” Cappie drawled.

Rory snickered, her laugh growing, a loud burst of joy that would very likely draw the attention of others.

“Cappie, I like your style. I will curb the bullshit just for you.”

Grabbing the bottle, she poured herself a measured dram and knocked it back – the warmth an old friend that went down smooth. A pleased hum drifting over her lips as she grinned and settled comfortably into her seat, trying her best to keep her guard down as much as she could.

“That remains to be seen. However, you're welcome to keep trying. Rather interesting to be on this side of the interrogation, actually.”

“Pft, if this was an interrogation, you'd be far less comfy,” drawled Cappie with a flat look.

Her phone lit up again as a flurry of text messages illuminated the screen. Cappie picked up the device, scanned the messages with a smirk, then set it back down without replying.

“Seems your Little Secret doesn't like us talking,” she told Rory. “Wonder why.”

“My John not trusting someone?” Rory mocked, pressing her hand to her chest and gasping in feigned surprise. “Who could have foreseen something like that occurring? It's almost as if living a life full of secrets and lies starts to have an effect on a person.”

She smirked as she took another sip of her drink.

“Don't take it too personally, eh? He's like that with most people. Especially when I'm alone with them.” Rolling her eyes, she shook her head and huffed out a laugh. “The stubborn bastard's just a tad overprotective.”

The corner of Cappie's lips twitched. She wasn't exaggerating, wasn't feigning mystique for Rory’s entertainment. There were people, shady, dangerous people in the criminal underbelly who had softballed a question or two about Cappie's new “acquaintances” in recent weeks. Price had every right to doubt Cappie's intentions. Lucky for him, Cappie also meant it when she expressed her distaste for money. Funny that Nikolai had once said it made Cappie even more dangerous.

“Has Nikolai bugging me,” mused the former smuggler before downing her drink. “That or he figured out where his card went–Why are you here? For real?”

“Ah, so that's who's been buzzing about like a fly for the last while… had a feeling when the opening bars of ‘Rasputin’ began to play.”

Rory smirked and then looked the other woman over, pinpointing the little tics of someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders. She'd gotten all too used to noticing them (and learning to hide them as well).

“I'm here because I was told to come, and I go where the intel is.” She shrugged, spinning the amber contents around the bottom of her glass. “I handle people better than most of the others. I actually ask questions before merely shooting."

Grabbing the bottle to top up her glass, she gave Cappie a cheeky grin, her eyes alight with a devilish glint. “And who am I to turn down a night out with free drinks, eh? Or the chance at making a new mate – whether John likes you or not.”

"Who the fuck told you to come?" chided Cappie. Her phone lit up again on the table. It was ignored in favor of plucking out one of the drowned cherries from her cup, plopping the sweetened fruit into her mouth. "Was it Nik?”

“I'm not generally in the habit of giving away an informant's identity… but yes.” Rory nodded, giving a quick little grin.

“Suppose he figured we'd get along. Or perhaps he hoped you'd come around to us 141 ‘blowhards’ if you met me. It's not exactly like he's any stranger to working with us while still having free reign to keep up with his own activities."

Cappie nursed her drink, considering Rory's insight. She pivoted the topic away from Nikolai, however, not wanting to parse out her own complicated relationship with the Russian fixer.

“And what do you do for fun with Mr. Mutton Chops?” chirped Cappie. “What do any of you do for fun? Group bowling nights? Trivia? They don't seem the clubbing type, but then again, would hate to make too much of an ass out of you and me.”

Rory chirped out a short laugh, scrunching her nose as she shot a playful grin at the other woman. “That's Captain Mutton Chops, thank you very much. And we're known to have our group pub nights after a mission's over. A few rounds of darts or billiards, too many pints, Gaz and Soap winding up with more numbers to ring than they know what to do with – it's quite fun, actually.”

Leaning forward in her seat, her cheeks had turned rosy as the warmth of the alcohol started to settle in her system, loosening her up.

“As for Price and I, let's just say the man is not strictly business all the time. He has different faces for home and at work. Might struggle to leave duty at the door, practically married to his career in most cases, but I'm a good influence on him. Helped show him the error of his ways.”

“Sounds so fun,” replied Cappie with a bit of a sardonic attitude. She twirled her glass. “And don't expect me to keep up with all your lil’ titles. Nik has to remind me all the time. Not from the military, not where I'm from anyway–Wait, what's yours? Your, mm, rank or whatever the fucking term is?”

“Do I sense a hint of sarcasm?” Rory retorted with her own.

She sipped her drink, and bit down with a loud crunch on the well-melted ice cube that tumbled into her mouth.

“Rank, yes. Lieutenant.” Raising her hand swiftly to stop Cappie before she could say anything. “And yes, yes I know, the way we pronounce it is odd, there's no letter F anywhere in the word – just deal with it. I'm tired of Yanks constantly bringing it up,” she said with a heavy sigh.

“Poor thing,” cooed Cappie. Then with a laugh, she added, “Chill your tits, it ain't the weirdest thing about you, nor is it the weirdest thing I've heard about you all: Ya have a geriatric 30-something year old who wears a boonie hat unironically , a hot Scot with a mohawk who I can hardly understand like, twenty percent of the time, a human refrigerator who wears a skull mask that scares the living fuck out of me, and the most Russian Russian I have ever met in my life–and no, I’m not forgetting about Gaz. He's perfect, no notes. The rest of you? Buncha weirdos. Like if the United Nations was equally hot and fucked up at the same time, a clusterfuck of assholes bidding for world peace.”

Cappie knocked back her drink in favor of reaching over to slide another shot before Rory. The former smuggler winked before downing her own, the burn near numbing at that point.

"But! I get the appeal. Other than the refrigerator and the cranky Captain , you all don't seem too bad. Maybe I'll get your Captain some quality cigars for a change.”

Rory laughed and picked up the shot glass with a polite nod of her head, bringing it to her lips and shooting it back with a toss of her head, grimacing slightly at the alcohol burn.

“Oh Christ, don’t get him anymore of those. Please. He has boxes of them stashed around his office on base, and I went and got him a bloody humidor for at home. Apparently, cigars and whiskey are the only gifts people can think of to get him for Christmas and his birthday.”

She drummed her nails on the table, the itch for a cigarette to pair with her alcohol starting to flare up.

“You’ve got a point about us though, I’ll give you that. We are an odd bunch, but we make it work. I’ll have to remember to start calling Si a ‘human fridge’. I quite like that description, it’s apt. As is calling my John a geriatric thirty-something year old, you’re not far off. I can only imagine what people must think running into us, an elite task force filled with some of the worst fashion faux-pas known to man,” she joked, laughing heartily.

Cappie had an eye for recognizing the needs of others. A gift, especially in her line of work. Her hand rifled through her small bag beside her. From it, she pulled out a carton of hand-rolled cigarettes.

“I'll help you if you help me,” offered Cappie along with the open carton. “I won't gift your John a yearly tobacco subscription if you can tell me what Nik wants for his birthday.”

“I'd be all too happy to oblige,” Rory said, reaching forward and selecting one of the hand-rolled cigarettes.

Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her zippo, flicking back the lid and rasping her thumb against the flint. The golden flame flickered in her eyes as she lit the cigarette and took a drag.

“Ta,” she breathed, exhaling the stream of smoke from the side of her mouth.

“Last time we were in St. Petersburg, Nik showed us around the old haunts a bit. Made mention of a bakery there that used to sell these chocolate wafer cookies he found difficult to find anywhere else.” The cigarette bounced between her lips as she spoke, the ash flaking off the end of it. “You're a former smuggler, perhaps you could find a way to procure some. Would likely mean a great deal to him.”

Cappie's cigarette balanced between her first fingers while she considered Rory's suggestion.

“I like that idea,” she decided aloud. “Sort of cute . I'll pair it with what I was going to do, which isn't so cute.”

She lit her cigarette with her own lighter, taking a slow drag before releasing the smoke away from Rory. Cappie then leaned forward with a smile.

“I like you, Posh Spice. I can get you anything from anywhere: Booze, drugs, guns. I can, even with Laswell's little leash, ask MacTavish. You help me, I help you, and now you get a favor since you seem like you're fun.”

“Posh Spice,” she giggled, “Not the first time I've been referred to by that. John's mum even mentioned the passing resemblance to the poster he had on his bedroom wall as a twelve year old.”

Rory snickered and then her eyes bulged realizing what she’d said, and she cleared her throat. “I’ll take that favour now, if you please. Pretend you didn't hear that,” she muttered, pushing the whiskey bottle away from her. “Think that might be enough for me, at least for a little while.”

She took another drag of her cigarette, trying to clear the headspace and fight the mild spin that came with the inebriation beginning to settle upon her.

Brow lifting, she gave Cappie a curious look, head tipped to the side. “So, a ‘not so cute’ gift, eh? Forgive the intrusion, but just what were you thinking of getting him?”

Upon hearing the slip, Cappie grinned. “Aw, you're a little teenage fantasy come true? How could I ever choose to forget that? Hm, very interesting. Pretty damn funny. Kinda what I'm gonna give Nik, fantasy becoming reality. Learned real quick that the biggest challenge ever is surprising him, but it's worth all the work. Got a good voice, like fucking The Motherland.”

Her smile never waned through another long drag from her cigarette, nor did it fade when her phone lit up once more with another dire text. Her eyes flit over the message, amused as ever.

Cappie then rose from the table. Her hand slid over the liquor bottle to Rory's side.

“All yours,” she told Rory. “Call it courtesy of Chimera, which unfortunately, is why I gotta go. Someone's testing me.”

“Fair enough,” Rory said with a nod. “I appreciate the gesture, and it was good meeting you.”

She leaned towards the other woman, giving a smirk as she grabbed her coat, and curled her hand around the gifted bottle. “Whoever it is, give ‘em hell, eh?”

Cappie moved towards the exit. She tossed Rory a wink.

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am!”

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Experiment

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The Feral Medic

Chapter 13

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairings: Poly141xOriginal Character, PricexOriginal character

Warnings: Military inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

A/N: I may be MIA posting tomorrow, I am beyond sick, and I am miserable at the moment. My son is also sick, and dealing with a sick 3 year old who has ASD is no joke.

The next morning Aurora opens her eyes as her alarm blares. She sighs as she sits up from under her blanket mountain and glances at her wall calendar, four days until her hit hits full force. Four days to decide if she wants to do this alone or ask her new pack for help. As she sits there the smell that is so obviously Ghost hits her nose. She glances around as she realizes the scent is coming from her, where she had slept cuddled up with his jacket all night. She smiles slightly before shaking her head and dressing quickly to get ready for breakfast. As she finishes dressing a wave of sadness hits her when she no longer smells Ghost on her clothes. She gasps as tears spring to her eyes. She quickly grabs the black pullover and slips it in. It's huge on her but seems to calm her Omega. She sighs, so the emotional part of her pre-heat has started.

A knock on her door causes her to jump. She opens her door to see Kyle and Johnny smiling at her as usual. They both take in her attire with wide eyes, recognizing the jacket and smell immediately. She doesn’t miss how their eyes dart around her room, curious if she is alone. “We went on a bike ride.”She says shyly and the two men relax with a smile. They head off to breakfast, finding Ghost and John already seated at their usual table. Ghost’s eyes widen when he sees Aurora in his jacket.

”You little thief.” He chuckles causing Aurora to blush slightly as she slouches in her chair. He shakes his head as he finishes his breakfast and heads off to his office as usual. Aurora feels the twinge of sadness as she watches one of the packs Alphas leave, but her Omega instincts latch onto the Alpha smell of John, finding comfort that he is still there, but when he finishes his food and leaves as well she can't help the small sniffle that she lets out, her Omega craving the comfort of an Alpha it seems.

At hearing her sniffle Johnny and Kyle immediately turn to look at her with concern etched into their faces. “I’m sorry, I don't know why I got so sad when they left.” She says quietly as she rubs her face, small tears leaking out of her eyes. “I think your Omega is craving an Alpha Lass,” Johnny says as he gently rubs her back, pushing his Beta scent out to try and calm her. Kyle looks at her before laying a hand on her knee. “Why don’t you ask Price to scent you and let you kneel for him? He has more practice with Omegas than Ghost, and remember what I said about spending a day with each of us?” Kyle says lowly as Aurora looks up at him with tears in her eyes.

”Do you think he would? He hasn’t shown interest in me like you three have.” She says quietly, her emotional state causing her to doubt everything. “Trust me, he’s interested. He’s just much older than you so he didn’t want to scare you. He’s also the Captain and didn't want to cause any issues if you weren’t interested.” Kyle says as Aurora gives a small nod.

”I’ll go with you and help you ask, I’ll leave when he says yes so you can have your privacy.” Kyle says with a reassuring smile, but he can't ignore the way his heart races at the idea of his Alpha being accepted by the Omega he has already grown so close to. “Why don't you spend today with Price, I’m free tomorrow, so we can go do some pre-heat shopping off base, and buy anything you need or want that we haven’t gotten already. Soap is free Tuesday and I’ll tell Ghost to be free Wednesday. That way by Wednesday night you’ll know if you’re comfortable for your heat.” He says reassuringly and Aurora gives a small nod. They get up and clean up before heading to John’s office together,

As they walk Aurora’s nerves begin to set in, the smell of nervous Ommega causing Kyle to scrunch up his nose. They stop a few feet from John's door and he turns her to face him. “What's wrong?” He asks as Aurora sighs. “I’ve been scruffed before,” she says quietly and Kyle releases a small growl. He’s witnessed an Omega being scruffed before and the memory still haunts him, watching the Omega become powerless and smelling their fear. He understands why Aurora is nervous about kneeling now, putting herself in a vulnerable position like that when she’s always tried to be so strong must be hard. “I can promise you Price would never do that to you. He will not hurt you I can promise that.” Kyle says as he smiles at her. After a moment of her staring at him, as if looking for any hint of a lie she smiles and nods towards John’s door.

Kyle places a hand on her lower back and leads her to the door. He knocks on the door and waits to hear the gruff voice of his Alpha before opening the door and leading Aurora inside. John is sitting at his desk looking over files but he sits them down as his Beta and the Omega medic enter. He can smell the nervousness on the Omega and he watches the pair curiously. “Is something wrong?” He asks Kyle who shakes his head as he looks down at Aurora with kind eyes. “She’s feeling out of sorts with her heat coming close,” Kyle explains and John nods in sympathy. “When you and Ghost left the table the poor thing began crying. So I told her to ask you to scent her and let her kneel for you for a bit.” Kyle explains and John’s eyes soften as he looks at the smaller Omega.

John motions for Aurora to come closer and after a small push from Kyle, she begins to move. “Is that what you want sweetheart? Do you want me to scent you and have you kneel?” He speaks quietly but he can't help the natural Alpha rumble that escapes his chest at the idea of the pretty little Omega kneeling for him. Aurora nods and John chuckles. “I need to hear it, darling. I won't do anything without your full consent.” He says and Aurora smiles slightly. “I want you to scent me and let me kneel.” She says quietly and John hums in approval as he scoots his desk chair back and pats the top of his desk. “Kyle grab a pillow off my couch for her knees.” He says to his Beta as Aurora slowly makes her way around his desk.

His large hands envelop her hips as he lifts her to sit on his desk before standing. Aurora stares up at him with wide eyes as he slowly leans down to run his nose along her neck, along her scent gland. A small whimper leaves her throat and he lets out a chuckle before turning and baring his neck. Aurora would be embarrassed at how fast she moved to inhale his scent straight from the source if she wasn’t feeling so dizzy from the experience. After a moment John pulls back and gently sets her on her feet. He glances at Kyle who gives a small wave as he exits. “Have you kneeled before?” John asks and Aurora sighs as she looks at him. “Not willingly.” She says as she bites her lip nervously. John nods. “If you want to stop at any time you can.” He says and she nods. John takes the pillow Kyle sat on his desk and places it next to his desk chair. Aurora nervously kneels to her knees on the pillow as she watches John.

He gently moves her hair from her neck before placing his hand along the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing soothing patterns along her scent gland. Aurora closes her eyes and wills her mind to be silent as she focuses on the feeling. Moments later she feels a feeling of calmness settles upon her. She lets out a small purr as she leans into the feeling, inadvertently leaning against John’s thigh. John chuckles as he looks down at her, he goes back to his files, checking in on her frequently, enjoying the scent of content Omega filling his office as well as the pleased purrs rolling out of her chest.

After two hours John texts Kyle to come back so he can pull Aurora out of the headspace she is in. Kyle walks in and smiles as he sees Aurora leaning against John’s leg purring contentedly. “We aren't bonded so I don't know if she will want me, or a Beta when she comes to,” John says honestly and Kyle nods as John slowly pulls his hand off of Aurora’s neck. Her purring stops and she slowly blinks open her eyes to look up at the Beta and Alpha. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” John asks quietly and Aurora releases a small whimper as she leans into him again. Kyle’s eyebrows raise in concern and John chuckles. “She’s still in her Omega headspace, she will come to in a little bit, just leave her here with me.” He chuckles as he reaches down and pats her head.

Half an hour later Aurora awkwardly begins to stand and John stops what he’s doing to smile at her. “Feeling better?” He asks and Aurora nods. “That helped get rid of the emotional shitstorm inside my head thank you,” she says honestly and John smiles as he nods. Aurora goes to leave but stops and turns back to him. “Is that something Alphas can do? Calm their Omegas?” She asks curiously and John nods. “It's what an Alpha should do for their Omega. It’s our job to take care of our Omegas.” He says and Aurora nods. “I know my heat is coming up. I’m figuring out how I want to go about it. I still don't know how to feel about everything but I feel a lot more comfortable now, thank you.” She says and John smiles as he nods. “If I were to be included in that list, of heat help, I wouldn’t say no.” He says and Aurora blushes slightly. “Noted.” She says as she turns to leave. When his door shuts John lets out a chuckle and shakes his head.

The rest of the day Aurora spends in her room reading or napping, her body feeling the need to rest before her incoming heat. When night falls she takes a quick shower and retreats to the comfort of her nest, but not before a text from Kyle comes through.

Gaz: 10 AM be ready! We will go get breakfast and then shopping, There is an Omega-specific store right off base I think you’ll love! See you tomorrow Princess!

Aurora smiles as she texts back a quick confirmation before burying herself under her blanket mountain and slowly drifting to sleep.

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Ghost loves call her "my cherry babe" because she loves cherry and I have a dialogue in my mind about the shirt she is wearing:

Eden: The shirt said "cherry baby"

*Ghost check the shirt*

Ghost: Yeah, that's Soap fault, that mohawk doesn't cover enough his brain from the sun

*She kiss Ghost's cheeks, leaving the shape of her lipstick on them*

Eden: It's okay big boy, I love it *She is smiles, showing her gap teeth*

Ghost smirked

Ghost: My cherry babe

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Riot from these series belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot

Eyes black, big paws And it's poison in his blood A big fire, big burn Into the ashes and no return

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I raise you: more shirtless men

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Taking a little break of the deity au and making some shitposts 😔