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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 15)

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Catch up on the previous part here: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 16

Warnings: Angst, feelings of guilt and helplessness, threats to life, blackmail, medical inaccuracies, comas, mentions of surgery, mentions of killing/death

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John didn’t want to leave you, he had to fight every instinct inside of him that was screaming at him to do the exact opposite.

To stay.

To kill Graves right where he stood.

But that wasn’t an option.

He couldn’t stay, not with the look you’d given him.

Pleading silently for him to walk away.

Even now, standing outside that sterile hospital room, he couldn’t shake the weight of your gaze.

That look had said everything you couldn’t say aloud.

It wasn’t just a pleading look, but also one of quiet recognition.

It was a look he’d seen before in, in hostage debriefs, warzones, extraction rooms.

When a person is so desperate to speak with their eyes because even the utterance of a single word might cost someone their life.

And now it was a look that was hauntingly within your y/e/c eyes.

Graves had threatened you.

And not just you.

John assumed he threatened Y/f/n as well as your friends and your family.

Hell, Graves probably threatened everyone you’d ever cared about.

He would.

That’s the kind of man he was.

There was no way you’d ever agree to marry him, not after everything you knew.

Not unless there was a reason behind it.

That was the only explanation that made sense

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Didn’t make it easier to breathe.

Didn’t stop the way his hands clenched at his sides, as though sheer rage alone might hold him together.

He glanced at Kyle; who’d been close to his side ever since they left the room.

John could see the pain mixed with fury in his eyes that mirrored his own as they patiently waited for Johnny and Simon to leave your hospital room.

There was no denying that both of them were a little apprehensive, the minutes feeling like hours as they leaned against the wall opposite your room; both of them had their eyes fixed on the door in front of them.

Then; the door finally creaked open.

Johnny stepped out first, slower now, like all the energy had been knocked clean out of him.

Simon followed close behind, letting the door swing closed behind him, the sound oddly final.

John could hear it in the heaviness of Simon's footsteps.

And that was enough to symbolise how he was feeling.

“She’s not staying with him because she wants to,” Simon said, more so to Johnny than anyone else; he was trying to console the Scotsman.

“That wasn’t her in there,” Kyle added,“Not really.”

“She’s in survival mode,” John muttered, a big sigh falling from his lips; his eyes regaining focus on the door that you were trapped behind.

“Graves threatened her,” Kyle said, quiet but sure. His words were not a question.

But a statement.

Simon nodded grimly. “Figured as much.”

A long silence settled between them like fog. Dense.

Almost suffocating.

Johnny was the one who broke it, an evident rage in his voice, though his volume was quiet enough no one else apart from the three men around him would hear, “That bastard tried to kill us. Now he’s got her wearin’ a ring like it’s some fuckin’ fairy tale,”

He took in a sharp breath before continuing, “We can’t let her marry him.”

“We won’t,” John said, tone clipped and cold, his eyes moving to look at men in front of him.

That voice was familiar to all three of the men surrounding him, it was the voice he used before everything went to hell, right before a mission kicked off.

Right before bodies hit the ground.

“But if we act now,” he continued, “Graves will make good on his threats. Or Shepherd will.”

“And we can’t protect everyone at once,” Kyle pointed out, “Not yet. Not until we know who’s really in the line of fire.”

John looked around at them, his partners, his team…

Tension thrummed between them like a coiled wire, vibrating just beneath the skin.

No one said it.

They didn’t have to.

They felt it too.

That fire.

A protective fire that burned when someone came for someone they cared about.

They’d seen friends taken before and they’d seen friends killed before .

They’d seen lives be torn apart by men just like Graves.

They weren’t going to let it happen to you.

They weren't going to leave you.

Not again.

John's memory wandered to what Kate had said earlier; knowing that getting you away and free from Graves didn’t mean they were going to get you back.

They could do all of this, and you could hate them.

Blame them.

He wouldn’t blame you if that’s how you felt.

This mess, everything that had happened, John knew it was his fault.

If he’d just been honest with you from the start, they could’ve protected you and none of this would’ve happened.

You and Y/f/n wouldn’t have been in the crash.

Y/f/n wouldn’t be fighting for their life in surgery.

You wouldn’t be forced to marry Graves to protect everyone you cared about.

This was his fault.

All of it.

You should blame him.

Should hate him.

He’d understand.

He’d understand If you never wanted to see him, or any of them again.

He deserved it.

Deserved your anger and your hatred.

And he’d gladly walk away from you, if that’s what you wanted, even though it would crush his heart all over again.

And he knew it would crush Kyle, Simon and Johnny too.

But he also knew that if that’s what you truly wanted, then they would not hesitate to do just that.

But there was no way in hell that he was going to let you go through with this marriage.

He was going to right this wrong.

“We do what we do best. I’ll call Kate and we’ll gather intel. Then we find Shepherd,” John explained simply; knowing that Shepherd was the true mastermind behind this plan; Graves is simply a puppet that he’s using to complete it.

“And then?” Kyle asked, already knowing the answer.

“Then we kill him, and once we’ve killed him, we kill Graves.” John's voice was steady but tense, almost in a warning tone. “This won’t be easy,”

He didn’t doubt that the men infront of him would follow him; but he wasn’t going to drag them along into what was potential a suicide mission without giving them the choice first.

It was then that Johnny finally moved. Cracked his neck, then his knuckles. Like he was getting ready for a fight, “When’s it ever been?”

“We handle it, just like we have every mission before,” Simon stated, with a short nod of his head.

That was the last one any of them spoke and they began walking out of the hospital; the mission clear in all of their minds.

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You hated hospitals.

Hated how alone you felt inside them.

Barely any social interaction, no phone to distract yourself with seeing as that was destroyed in the crash….nothing.

You couldn’t even call any of your family or even your other friends because Phillip’s threat was hanging heavy like a noose around your neck.

You were completely alone in this room.

And all you could do was replay everything that had happened in the last few days.

How a man you loved and trusted, turned out to be exactly what you’d been warned about.

You didn’t trust Phillip, not anymore.

No matter how many times he tried to tell you that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle were trying to manipulate the situation and use it to their advantage.

Granted, you had your own feelings about your exes; and deep down, you were still hurt by what they did, how they'd kept things from you because they thought they knew better…or at least John did.

And you were furious at them.

Furious at them for breaking things off with you without an explanation.

Furious at how they suddenly thought they could just appear back in your life as though nothing had ever happened.

Furious about the fact that you let them close to you again, both before and after the crash; you’d let yourself be vulnerable around them and you shouldn’t have.

Because as much as you wanted to be away from Phillip; you didn’t know if they were the people you wanted to be around either.

But, you also knew that they were the only people who could get you out of this marriage.

The difference between them and Phillip; they didn’t try to kill you; nor did they threaten everyone you’d ever cared about.

They’d never done that.

And you were pretty certain that if you decided to leave them all behind after they succeeded in what you believed…and hoped they were planning; that they would understand.

Phillip?

You weren’t even sure if he was capable of such a thing.

He said that he loved you; but what he was showing you wasn’t love.

It was control.

He wanted to control you, knowing that as long as he did so, he controlled John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle.

You were nothing more than a pawn to him; and he was nothing more than an obedient soldier to Shepherd.

The creak of the door opening broke you away from your thoughts.

It wasn’t until you saw the familiar face of the nurse who’d been looking after you since your arrival came in, that you released a breath you hadn’t even noticed you’d been holding.

“My shifts over now, but I thought you’d like to know that your friend is out of surgery,”

Relief surged through you for a split second; until you took in the nurse's expression.

“They’re in a coma,” the nurse clarified somberly; and those four words were enough to make you feel like all the air had been drained from the room.

Everything seemed to turn into a blur after that; you think you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

The nurse was saying something to you but you weren’t really paying enough attention to register what they were saying.

The only words you actually remember the nurse saying to you was, “Do you want to see them?”

Of course it took you a second to process the question you’d been asked, but then you nodded again, still unsure that any words you attempted to say wouldn’t morph into a sob.

The nurse had obviously already assumed what your answer would be, seeing as the second you nodded your head they brought in a wheelchair for you.

The journey through the hospital to Y/f/n felt painfully slow; you wanted to see them.

Needed to see them.

But when you got to their door, you were suddenly unsure about seeing them.

Selfishly, because of the guilt that you knew would grow inside you, the minute you saw them lying there.

Then the logical part of your brain kicked in; reminding you of the reality of the situation.

That this was as much your fault as it was anyone's; you brought these men into your life…introduced them to your friends…to your family, and it was because of you that there was a target on everyone's back.

All because as Yf/n said, “Your taste is men is absolutely fucking shocking…”

You weren’t going to leave them.

Weren’t going to let them go through this on their own.

If they wanted nothing more to do with you when you woke up, you’d just have to deal with that situation then, but for now, you weren’t going to leave their side unless you had to.

With another short nod, the nurse wheeled you into their room; to Y/f/n's bedside, and that was where the nurse left you before saying goodbye.

You placed your hand on top of theirs, tears falling from your eyes as you muttered a string of apologies that you doubted Y/f/n could hear; but that didn’t stop you from continuing to do so.

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Poly!141 x Fem!Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13

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Warnings: Feelings of jealousy, regret and anger

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Johnny was running to the base; thoughts racing through his mind at the news he’d just heard.

You were getting married.

Married.

The words were like poison in his mind.

He was pretty sure he wasn’t meant to find out that news, given how her friend suddenly stopped mid sentence before quickly saying goodbye to him.

He needed to tell the others; so that they could come up with a plan to stop this wedding from happening at all.

“Guys,” Johnny panted as all but burst into his Captains office; not considering whether or not John was in a meeting.

Thankfully he wasn’t.

And the only people that were in the room; were the very people he’d hoped were here.

John, Kyle and Simon.

“Johnny?” Simon’s voice came first, taking two long strides to the door, wondering what the hell had gotten Johnny so worked up.

“Are you okay?” Kyle followed Simon, stopping just short of the panting man by the door; putting his hand on his back in an attempt to soothe the emotions Johnny was feeling; that no one could really place.

John remained in the chair behind his desk, watching Johnny with a worried look in his eyes.

“She’s getting married,” Johnny continued, leaning against the doorframe attempting to catch his breath.

A confused silence filled the room.

John, Simon and Kyle all glancing at one another before turning their attention back to Johnny.

“Y/n,” the Scotsman clarified, “Y/ns getting married.”

Suddenly the sargents emotional entrance had a cause.

“To who?” Kyle questioned, feeling like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him.

“I don’t know his name, I just know it’s happening,” Johnny explained, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand; his eyes darting between the two men in front of him.

Kyle looked how Johnny felt, shocked.

Simon however remained neutral, at least in his facial expressions. His eyes told another story. There was a hurt flickering within his lieutenants eyes, something that people may have missed but Johnny, knowing him so well, didn’t.

“How do you know?” John asked, his tone surprisingly calm as he lit one of his cigars.

“Her friend told me,” Johnny replied, moving past Kyle and Simon to look at John, “We need to do something,”

“What can we do?” John posed the question as though stopping you from getting married wasn’t a big deal.

It was.

“John-”

“She’s not our girl anymore, Johnny,” John stated firmly, not backing down from his viewpoint as Johnny uttered a string of Gaelic curse words under his breath.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” the Scotsman finally snapped; lashing out at Johns dismissiveness to the situation.

“Johnny-” Simon spoke, his tone low and warning as Johns continued his outburst.

“If she knew the truth, she’d still be here with us,”

“But she doesn’t and she can’t,” John argued back, rising from his chair, fury burning in his blue eyes, “That’s the end of the matter, Sargent,”

Before Johnny could say anything else he felt Simon’s large hand on his shoulder, slowly guiding him out of the room; leaving Kyle and John in the office.

“John-”

“Kyle,” John sighed, “Just don’t,”

His tone was no longer angry but simply defeated, as he sat back in his chair.

He knew what Kyle was going to say.

It was the same thing that he’d been saying since you’d left.

But much to his surprise the words that left Kyle’s mouth caught John completely off guard, “At least she’s happy, she deserves that...”

That was all he said before leaving John in his office alone.

At least she’s happy.

Those words made something twist inside John, unable to stop the little voice in his mind from continually saying “she should be happy with us,”

And you were.

All of you were so happy together.

Before everything changed.

He wished he could’ve explained to you what had happened.

How they did what they did to protect you.

But he couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

He swore to himself that he never would; that he would let you live your life however you wanted to, without interfering.

But the more he thought of you marrying someone, the more it made his heart ache, mournful of the future you could’ve had with them.

And there was another feeling, one more primal than his aching heart.

You were marrying someone else; which meant that they’d probably kissed you, touched you, fucked you….

Someone else had touched what was theirs…and that made the Captain of the 141 enraged.

Johnny was right; his answer of “she’s not our girl anymore” was complete bullshit; no matter how hard he tried to force himself into believing it, he couldn’t.

Not really.

Not completely.

Leaving the Captain at the impasse in his office…the logical thing to do was to let you live your life in peace; but the more irrational part of Johns brain wanted nothing more than to do exactly what Johnny had suggested and stop this wedding from happening.

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