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winner gets price’s hand in marriage

pt. 1

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Inopportune Wedding Planning

Characters - John Price x OC

Summary - Eliza finds herself kidnapped with no way out.

Word Count - 1,396

Warnings - Blood, injury, suggestions of murder/death, mentions of firearms

A/N - I really need to start a timeline for my OC and John’s relationship. I’m just writing random fics with the two of them because I love them so much! Also, I think I might change the title later, it’s not my favorite. I don’t know if anyone really reads these, but I enjoy writing them and, in the end, that’s all that really matters, isn’t it? :)

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Eliza looked at the ring on her finger, hoping she’d be able to get the blood out of all the nooks and crannies. Just a month ago, she had stood near the window in her apartment, admiring the way the light reflected off the stone, and now all she could do was think of the man who gave it to her. John Price. Captain John Price, the love of her life for almost two years. He had asked her to marry him one morning during their daily ritual of a warm drink and cigar out on their shared patio, a week before he was set to be deployed again. It had taken her by surprise, even though it shouldn’t have. She was just telling John how the term “boyfriend” didn’t quite seem to fit him or their relationship. It was too shallow a word for what she felt for him, too flippant and impermanent, and so, with a quiet chuckle and a puff of smoke, John set down his cigar and pulled out a ring. Afterwords, he had apologized profusely for popping the question right before he left her again for who knows how long, but Eliza assured him that she knew what she was signing up for, and she would wait as long as she needed if it meant she could spend the rest of her life with him. Now, it seems, she had gotten more than what she bargained for.

The room she was in was cold, almost bitterly so, and her hospital scrubs did nothing to help retain her body heat. Her busted lip had thankfully stopped bleeding, but her shoulder still oozed sluggishly where a knife had been driven into it. Every breath hurt, not only from the bitingly cold air, but from the bruised, maybe even broken, ribs she had from the steel toed boots of the men who had taken her. They wanted to use her as leverage; make John release some terrorist in exchange for her life. In the mean time, they grilled her for information, but she had none to give; John wasn’t allowed to discuss his military goings on with her, and even if he could, she didn’t think he would, just to try and keep her out of situations like the one she was in now. 

Naturally, the camera they had set up captured all of her anguish, though Eliza hoped she had convinced John not to trade with terrorists. She knew he normally would never think of such a thing, but with her life in the balance, she hoped he wouldn’t become desperate. Thinking back on it, Eliza thought she’d behaved rather bravely, if a tad bit stupidly, trying her best not to show weakness every time someone’s fist, palm, or boot came in contact with her body. She kept up the snarky remarks until the man in charge grabbed her face and threatened to cut her tongue out, running a very sharp knife across her cheek for emphasis. She wondered absentmindedly if it would leave scar and, if it did, how it would look in her wedding photos. 

Trying to loosen the ropes around her wrist again, she knew those would leave scars, but at least she could cover them up with a long sleeved gown or some bracelets. Eliza chuckled quietly, a harsh, sharp sound in the near silent room, wondering how she could think of her wedding at a time like this, in a place like this. But, at the moment, it was getting her through it. Thinking about John in a suit, standing at the front of the aisle, waiting for her, gave her a sense of peace, one that she wasn’t about to give up just because of her locale. A tear fell onto her hands when she started to think about the life they could live together. A nice house, the boys from 141 over for dinner, being wonderful uncles to their children. She sniffed back the rest of her tears, trying to keep the creeping feeling of dread that that life would never be at bay.

Leaning back on the concrete wall, Eliza closed her eyes, having done everything she could to try and get free. She thought the least she could do was rest so that she could continue to be strong for John when the camera was turned back on. After a minute or so, she sat back up, eyebrows furrowed. Scooting herself towards the door, she put her ear up to it to hear a distant scuffle and the sound of a silenced gun shot. Sitting up straight, she quickly backed away from the door, trying her best not to get her hopes up. That can’t be John, I haven’t been here a full day, they can’t have found me so soon.

But what if they had?

Eliza’s pulse quickened as she tried to prepare herself for the worst. Maybe it wasn’t John, but a rival terrorist organization that wanted her for their own purposes? Even though she’d already gone over the room multiple times, she did a quick scan again to find something, anything, she could use for defense, but the walls and floor were just as bare as they were every other time she scoured the room. So, she did the next best thing and tried to prepare herself to fight with her bound hands and feet. Using the wall to push herself up wasn’t the easiest, given her sad state, but she was spurred on by the sounds of fighting getting louder and closer to her. Remembering that the door swung inward, she stood next to it, ready to jump out from behind it and try her best to strangle anyone who walked through the door. The sounds of a new struggle sounded outside of her door, though it was over quick enough that no one had even gotten a word out, continuing to keep her in a strange place between hope and dread.

The lock turned and she readied herself to jump.

The door burst open, and, throwing her hands up, she used all of her strength to shove it back into the people entering the room. The first man turned around as the second grunted from the smack of the door, and her heart started to sing. His blue eyes met her green ones, and all at once, she knew everything would be ok. “John!”

“Eliza!” He slug his gun over his shoulder, and when he wrapped her in his arms, everything was once again right with the world. His profuse apologies were muffled by her hair, and she almost protested when he leaned back to cut her restraints, only to be engulfed in his arms again once he was through. In the meantime, Soap and Gaz had entered the room, with Kyle standing by the doorway to keep watch. Johnny was grinning from ear to ear, happy to see Eliza alive and able to stand on her own two feet and, although she couldn’t see his face, she knew Kyle looked the same.

Stroking her hair once more, John leaned back to make sure Eliza could walk, and, once given a strong affirmative, took her by the hand, gun held in the other, and led her out the door with Soap in front and Gaz guarding their backs. Once getting the green light from Simon that their exit was clear, John opened the door that led outside, and, without much further complications, into an armored truck that would take her home.

Even if snuggling into John’s side bothered her bruised ribs and injured shoulder, she was determined to get as close to him as possible. She finally felt safe, tucked into his side, so she let her exhaustion take hold, idly hoping that the gauze patch taped to her shoulder would keep her blood off of him. He had so much darkness trying to take hold of his life, she didn’t want her blood stain to be a grim reminder to him of what had transpired.

As she gently drifted to sleep (or at least as gently as one can riding down a dirt road in an armored vehicle), her last thoughts were of colors for their wedding and the fleeting thought that she should put Johnny in a dress for her and John’s “first look."

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Little Black Box

Characters - John Price X OC

Summary - 5 times Person A was afraid + 1 time they faced their fear.

Word Count - 1,033

Warnings - Angst, grieving

A/N - Another story written late at night I thought I’d share. Be warned, this one is full of angst! This is, once again, inspired by a prompt from @love-me-a-good-prompt 

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Ever since she and John had gotten engaged, Eliza was always a little scared to answer a random knock at her door, always fearing the worst in the back of her mind. She could picture Kyle standing there, a pained look on his face, those three awful words, “I’m so sorry,” tumbling out of his mouth. But that day had never come, even if her heart did beat a little harder when she got deliveries.

The first time that happened, CIA Director Kate Laswell, of all people, had shown up on her doorstep. Eliza knew she looked terrified by the way Kate talked to her, trying to assure her that nothing was wrong. Eliza invited her in, made tea for the both of them, and started an awkward, halting conversation that became easier the more tea she had. Kate never came out and said it, but Eliza knew she was taking her own measure of her. She knew John and Kate trusted each other greatly, that Kate knew he was a grown man able to make his own informed decisions, but she could tell Kate was looking out for John in her own way. And, after the tea and Kate’s seat had gone cold, Eliza was grateful John had someone in command who cared about him that much.

The second time, Simon had appeared in her doorway, almost immediately assuring her that John was ok, but injured. The brief seconds between her worried look at Simon and his assurance felt like an eternity. After dropping their son and daughter off with Eliza’s sister-in-law, Simon drove her to their main base just outside of London, explaining that John had been shot down while in a helicopter. Even though he was injured, he was a tough man, and he would be just fine. She was able to hold back her tears until she saw him in a hospital bed, dressings on an arm, a leg, his torso, small burns and cuts on his face, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the irony that his beard was still immaculate.

The third time came, and when Eliza opened the door with their youngest child on her hip, the smile she held for Kyle immediately fell when she saw his demeanor and his crisp dress uniform. She could see tear stains on his cheeks, and the little black box he held was the most dreadful thing she had ever seen. She still had a hard time remembering that day, the “I’m so sorry,” he almost sobbed sounded distorted, even after many years, but she does remember clinging to her children for dear life, her oldest son taking the youngest before she collapsed and her daughter helping her to the floor. They sat there in a heap for a what seemed like an eternity, clinging to each other and the dog tags from that loathsome little black box.

The fourth time was at John’s funeral. She could barely force herself to think that word, that that was what she going to. She did her best to stay strong for their children, but she felt like a ghost, a sad imitation of herself, where the only thing she felt was fear and immense grief. She knew the children wanted his casket to stay open during the service, but she was too afraid to look at him, worried she’d lose herself when their children needed her most. All she could do was sit with her youngest in her lap, grasping her oldest son’s hand, and try to remember that it wasn’t John’s.

The fifth time was a month after the funeral. The kids wanted to go by the cemetery to put up some new flowers for their father, but she couldn’t bring herself to go with them. She was scared to see his tombstone, scared to leave the house, dreading the day she came back and nothing smelled like him anymore. So Kyle took them, their favorite Uncle knowing the way by heart now. When they all arrived back at the house, Kyle had gotten them ice cream, and even though their cheeks shone with drying tears, they all had smiles on their faces.

Six months had gone by since John’s death when she finally willed herself to go see him. His birthday was coming up, and she knew their children would want to visit. Their daughter had already talked about baking a cake for them to have at the cemetery, and Eliza knew she needed to prepare herself, so she didn’t fall to pieces on the day. She didn’t trust herself to drive, fearing she might just turn around and go home, so she asked Simon to take her. He was steadfast and seemed to know how much she could take better than the others, so she knew he would help her finish this. Although she was weepy the entire ride there, Eliza managed to hold her tears back long enough to see John’s headstone, the words, “Beloved Husband, Father, and Soldier,” written on it, but the thing that drew a sob from her was seeing her youngest child’s favorite stuffed animal lovingly placed against the stone. It was one of the many John had gotten for her on his travels – a pastel pink bunny, with long, droopy ears and a fluffy tail, now slightly muddied by its time outdoors. She gently picked it up and held it close, sobbing loudly, desperately wishing it was John instead. Simon stood by her, glaring at anyone who dared look her way, and when her loud gasps had dwindled to quiet sniffs, he coaxed her up and away from the graveside, helping her adjust the bunny by the stone once more. That might have been the first time she visited John, but it wasn’t the last. The grief was always there, but, with the help of her family and found brothers, it eased over time, enough to where she would smile at the thought of John instead of breaking down in tears. Instead of being afraid when her youngest asked for stories of her father, she smiled gently at her, and proudly told her of the man named Johnathan Price. 

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I love red too much....

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Just made myself cry. Bye.

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just some practice with Price to give my brain a break from the other things i’m working on 🥰

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I’ll give you young John Price.

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