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callsign-dexter · 4 months ago

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Big Brother to the Rescue

Summary: You, Y/N Rhodes, get really sick during the night and have to be taken to the hospital. You're dad is not around and Claire is out of town so you turn to the only person you trust, your big brother, Connor Rhodes.

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cussing, inaccurate medical talk, fever, vomit, hospitals

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You loved your brother, Connor Rhodes, to death and he loved you the same, maybe even more. You love your sister, Claire Rhodes, too but not as much as you loved Connor. They practically raised you. Your living situation was not good. Your father, Cornelius Rhodes, was a massive jerk and your mother passed away when you were young. You looked up to Clarie as a mother figure and Connor as a father figure. Connor was only 16 when you were born and he instantly fell in love with you and was proud to be the big brother and jumped at every chance to help out with you. He was the best big brother you could ask for. Clarie was the best sister you could ask for too but it wasn't a bond like you and Connor had.

Growing up was not the most pleasant and it turned worse when your mother passed. When Connor turned 18, he tried so hard to get custody over you but it was quickly shot down even though he had a steady income and home but your dad was so powerful that he made it not happen. It also didn't help that Connor was going to medical school and wasn't home a lot but it could've worked, you still visited him often and had a lot of sleepovers with him plus it was a place for you to escape from your dad. When your guys’ dad started to criticize him for his medical school he had enough and moved to a different state but that didn't stop you from contacting him all the time and taking trips, when you were allowed, down to see him in Guadalajara, Mexico. It broke your heart that he moved but your bond never weakened and when he spent his residency in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, you weren't allowed to visit him but video calling was a daily routine. He hated that he couldn't bring you with him but he didn't have custody and it would be too much hassle to get you over to Saudi Arabia whereas Mexico was a little easier.

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When Connor finally came back to Chicago, you were 12, you were ecstatic you finally had your father figure back. You caught him up on everything and while he was away. Claire resented him for leaving but she could never be mad at you. She would do everything to protect you, if you had girl questions or boy problems you were going to her. Your dad couldn't give a shit about you, sure he fed you and gave you a roof over your head but he didn't want you and he could care less about you. So, when Connor came back and started working at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center for his fellowship for trauma surgery fellowship everything went back to normal. Your daily meetups, sleepovers, and going to him for problems and medical issues started right back up like he never left. He still tried to get custody but it failed every time but he wasn't going to stop fighting for you, they wouldn't let him have you even if you said you wanted to live with him.

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When you were 13 you had gotten really sick like hospital sick. It was a night that Connor wasn't working and you were just in agony. Claire had moved out and your father was at a charity thing leaving you home alone. It started in the middle of the night waking you up from a dead sleep. You desperately tried to call your dad but it just went to voicemail so you tried one more time and he answered

“Dad, I don't feel good.” You told him.

“What's wrong?” He asked and this gave a you some hope.

“My stomach really hurts. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I feel hot.” You said

“Suck it up. There is medicine in the cabinet downstairs.” He said and hung up and you let out a sob.

You pulled yourself off your bed and dragged yourself to the steps and took painful steps down the steps. You sobbed the entire time. You finally got to the kitchen and opened the cabinet and grabbed the painkillers and you took them. Almost immediately as it touched your stomach you were throwing up everywhere. You were so weak. So weak that you just ended up collapsing onto the kitchen floor just barely missing your throw up. Thankfully you had grabbed your phone and slowly and shakingly grabbed your phone, your vision blurring. You unlocked it and pulled up your contacts and hit one you knew all too well. It rang not even once and Connor's voice came through.

“Y/N/N? It's 3 AM. What's wrong?” He asked in a voice full of concern.

“I... I... I don't feel good.” You said your teeth were chattering because despite your temperature, you were freezing.

“Where's dad? Did you tell him?” He asked and you could hear him rustling around.

“He's at a charity event. I... I called him and told him but he told me to suck it up and take the medicine in the cabinet in the kitchen. I'm in so much pain, Con. I took the medicine and immediately threw it up.” You told him the feeling of the cold floor was nice.

“Bastard.” He murmured “I'm on my way. You stay put.” He said.

“I'm hot but so cold.” You said letting your eyes droop. “So tired.” You added.

“Hey, stay on the phone with me. Why didn't you call Clarie? She lives closer.” He asked

“She's gone out of town.” You said and you could hear him get into his car and the engine start.

“Son of a bitch.” He said and started to drive as fast as he could while still obeying the speed limit. He kept talking to you but you stopped responding and that scared him. He hung up when he arrived at your guys’ family home. He was quick to jump out and run to the front door and grab the key under the mat and opened it.

The house was dark but he knew where you were at. “Y/N/N. It's me.” He yelled out but got no response. He walked into the kitchen and saw you lying there. “Fuck.” He murmured to himself and ran over to you missing your vomit. He kneeled down and touched your forehead and retracted his hand “Damn, Sis. You're burning up.” He said. He walked over to the drawer and grabbed the thermometer and thankfully it was on that stuck in your ear. He put it there and waited for it to beep and when it did, he cursed and read it aloud “104.3. Fuck I need to take you in.” He said and started to try and wake you up. “Y/N/N, Sweetheart. It's me. Your brother. Can you open your eyes?” He asked as he pressed two fingers to your neck. “Damn, pulse is way too fast.” He said and him talking must've started to rouse you.

“Con?” You asked and he smiled softly.

“Yea it's me. Can you open your eyes?” He asked and you cracked them open until they were open. “There we go.” He said.

“Tired.” You said and started to close again.

“No. Hey, keep those eyes open. I'm going to take you to Med, Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ok. Go see Will?” You asked and he smiled. Will has become a favorite of yours and he doesn’t know why.

“Yes. We'll go see Will.” He said as he started to stand you and your legs shook like a newborn foal's standing for the first time. “Can you walk?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You said in barely just a whisper and you tried to take a few steps and all but collapsed into his arms.

“That is a no.” He said and then he was scooping you up into his arms and walking out of the house and to his car. He got you in the passenger side seat and then him in the driver’s seat and he was off heading to Med as fast as he could. He continued to talk to you to keep you awake and before you knew it you were pulling into Med. He parked and turned the car off and got out heading to the passenger side seat. He quickly scooped you up and shut the door hastily. He rushed you into ED where he saw Maggie. “Mags.” He said and she looked up at him and quickly rushed you into a bay. “She wants Will.” He said and she nodded. She walked out of the room and went to get Will not even a second later he was rushing into the room.

“Connor? What is going on?” He asked

“She called me saying she didn’t feel good and when I asked her what was wrong, she told me she was hot but so cold. She said she took some medicine but once she took it, she immediately threw up. When I got there, she was passed out on the floor next to a pile of vomit. She was burning up to the touch, she had and still has according to the monitor a temperature of 104.3 and her pulse was fast, way too fast.” He explained as they could see from the monitor “She also said she was really tired. I woke her up and had her stand and she shook like a life, she tried to walk but she collapsed into my arms and then I quickly got her in the car and rushed her here.” He finished.

“Why isn’t Cornelius here instead?” Will asked

“He is at a charity event. Left her by herself. She called him and told him she was sick but he told her to suck it up and take the medicine in the cabinet.

“Bastard.” Will said

“That’s what I said.” Connor said

“I want to get an ultrasound done on her stomach to rule out appendicitis.” Will said and Connor nodded.

“I agree.” Connor said and soon Will was calling in the ultrasound machine and he got to work with the help of a nurse. “So, it is not appendicitis.” Connor confirmed and Will nodded.

“I want to run some tests on her. Swab for flu and viral infection and take some blood as well.” He said and Connor nodded. Throughout this entire process you had been out and now that you were in the hospital you were allowed to sleep. “I want to get some fluids running to help with her temperature and get some IV children’s Tylenol on board as well.” He said and again Connor nodded. As the nurse was preparing everything you started to wake up.

“Will?” You asked and he smiled and looked over at you.

“Hey, Sweetheart. We’re going to get you feeling better, ok? I just want to run some tests.” He said and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said and then you saw the needles “Con, no.” You said and shook your head but that was a mistake because it hurt your head.

“Hey it is ok. I’ll be here the entire time. Ok?” He asked and you nodded and then he nodded at the nurse and Will and everyone got to work. Soon blood was taken, fluids were hooked up, and swabs were taken.

“Get those tests going ASAP.” Will told the nurse and she nodded and they were out of the room. Will had to tend to some other patients and you both understood and they let you go back to sleep. With the fluids going your pulse was starting to come up and it was steady since you were sleeping and your temperature was starting to come down and the IV children’s Tylenol helped with that. 20 minutes later Will was coming in.

“So?” Connor asked

“She has a really bad viral infection and she has a really bad case of the flu. I want to get her admitted and keep her here for a few days.” Will said

“This had to be going on for a few days.” Connor said

“Did she not tell you anything about it?” He asked and Connor shook his head.

“No, she didn’t look sick when we met up a couple of days ago.” Connor said, sighing and Will nodded.

“Let’s get her moved.” Will said and so they did.

The next time you were waking up, 3 hrs. after coming into ED, you were waking up in a room. “Connor?” You asked sluggishly.

“Hey, Sis. I’m here.” He said coming over to you as he entered the room with a cup of coffee.

“Where am I?” You asked and he smiled and came over and sat next to you.

“In the hospital. You have a really bad case of the flu and a bad viral infection. Will is taking care of you and has you on antibiotics.” He said and you nodded and you were struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Dad?” You asked

“Not here.” He said and to be honest he didn’t want him here. He hadn’t even thought about him since you arrived here and boy was, he going to have some words for him. “Go back to sleep.” He said and you nodded and were out like a light and he could tell because your heart rate slowed. Now it was time to have some words for his father. He made sure you were asleep before pulling his phone out and stepping out of the room where he saw Will. “Hey, I need to make a phone call. Mind staying with her?” He asked and Will smiled.

“Of course.” He said and walked into the room with you and Connor walked into the doctor’s lounge and dialed his dad’s phone number and he rang 5 times before he answered. Cornelius didn’t even have time to say hi before Connor started to rail into him.

“Do you know where your daughter is?” Connor asked

“No, but she has made a mess in the kitchen she needs to clean up.” Cornelius said and Connor saw red.

“She’s in the hospital because she has a bad case of the flu and a bad case of a viral infection.” Connor said venom in his words.

“Well, she needs to get home now and clean the mess up.” He said

“She will be doing no such thing. Not anymore.” Connor said

“And why is that?” Cornelius asked

“Because she is coming to live with me. I was the one that found her when she called and told me what was going on while you were too busy at a charity event. She told you she was sick and you told her to suck it up. You told her to take the medicine in the cabinet and she instantly threw it up. She was running a 104.3 fever when I found her and she couldn’t even stand or walk. She was so weak. I’m filing for sole custody of her and you’re going to sign it because you are not fit to be a father let alone a guardian. You will not be coming to see her. You will not see her at all unless she is with me or have contact with her. That is final.” He went off on him. Cornelius was silent by the time he was done.

“Fine. Keep the bitch. I don’t care. I’ll have her stuff packed and waiting for you to pick it up.” He said and then hung up the phone. Connor was relieved now he needed to start the paperwork. He let out a sigh of relief.

Connor walked back to your room and saw you wake and sitting up talking to Will. You looked over and saw him. You still looked tired but you were awake. “Where were you?” You asked.

“I was on the phone with dad.” He said

“I’ll leave the two of you alone. I will be back in a few to check on you.” Will said, directing that last sentence to you. You and Connor nodded and Will left.

“Is he coming?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No.” He said and you looked relieved “I have good news though.” He said and you perked up.

“Oh?” You asked curious and he nodded.

“From now on you will be coming to live with me and you won’t see him or talk to him.” Connor said and your face brightened.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded.

“Really.” He said and you squealed in excitement. Your wish was finally coming true. You were going to be living with your big brother. You then started to go on about all the things you two could do together and he smiled and nodded. You suddenly stopped talking and looked at him and smiled. “What?” He asked.

“I love you, Con.” You said and he smiled.

“I love you too, Y/N/N. Now and forever.” He said and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“Now and forever.” You confirmed. Your wish did come true and you couldn’t be happier.

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theyonagoda · 2 months ago

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Hickey knife details + other similar knives! B/c a lot of people only know about his.

So, like, I think us The Terror enjoyers all know about the Hickey knife:

This isn't the only piece of cutlery marked by Cornelius Hickey, but it's the only one with his full name on it. His initials are at the back, as well!

His neatness is distinctive- I'm not sure if he was literate, but given how he previously worked as a carpenter on the HMS Belvidera (Which many FE members including John Irving, Alexander Macdonald, and the Erebus' Caulker's mate, Fracis Dunn, also previously served on,) he's certainly got experience with woodwork and it shows.

Here are pictures of the other ivory/bone handled knives which have initials carved onto them.

Magnus Manson, though this is a bit debatable.

Most likely Richard "Dick" Wall, a cook. Another knife, "WR" (William Reed or William Rhodes) didn't have a good photo of it unfortunately. Here it is at the bottom, slightly to the left- you can kind of make it out! It seems like Mr WR is also a neat carver.

Perhaps they traveled together and wanted to mark their own cutlery instead of using it communally? These knives were purchased from different groups of Inuit in different areas, but they might've traded hands many times.

#franklin expedition #polar exploration #richard wall #magnus manson #cornelius hickey #the terror #the terror amc #archaeology #woodworking #history #john irving #alexander macdonald

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goldfishgrahamcracker · 1 year ago

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Franklin's lost expedition crew

I was looking at posts about AMC's The Terror and I kept getting confused by the use of first names, so I wanted to see how many of the characters had the same names. Arranging the crew in alphabetical order, I got:

1 x Abraham (Seeley)

4 x Alexander (Berry, McDonald, Paterson, Wilson)

5 x Charles (Best, Coombs, Des Voeux, Johnson, Osmer)

1 x Cornelius (Hickey)

2 x Daniel (Arthur, Bryant)

3 x David (Leys, Macdonald, Young) + Bonus: Bryant in the show but most historical sources I found list him as Daniel

1 x Edmund (Hoar)

3 x Edward (Couch, Genge, Little)

2 x Edwin (Helpman, Lawrence)

3 x Francis (Crozier, Dunn, Pocock)

1 x Frederick (Hornby) + Bonus: Des Voeux, whom I have seen referred to as Frederick rather than Charles on occasion

6 x George (Cann, Chambers, Hodgson, Kinnaird, Thompson, Williams)

1 x Gillies (MacBean)

1 x Graham (Gore)

7 x Henry/Harry (Collins, Goodsir, Le Vesconte, Lloyd, Peglar, Sait, Wilkes)

10 x James (Brown, Daly, Elliot, Fairholme, Fitzjames, Hart, Reid, Ridgen, Thompson, Walker) + Bonus: Ross, who was not part of the expedition but appears in the show

23 x John (Bailey, Bates, Bridgens, Brown, Cowie, Diggle, Downing, Franklin, Gregory, Hammond, Handford, Hartnell, Irving, Kenley, Lane, Morfin, Murray, Peddie, Strickland, Sullivan, Torrington, Weekes, Wilson)

2 x Joseph (Andrews, Healey)

1 x Josephus (Geater)

1 x Luke (Smith)

1 x Magnus (Manson)

1 x Philip (Reddington)

1 x Reuben (Male)

2 x Richard (Aylmore, Wall)

8 x Robert (Carr, Ferrier, Golding, Hopcraft, Johns, Sargent, Sinclair, Thomas)

3 x Samuel (Brown, Crispe, Honey)

1 x Solomon (Tozer)

16 x Thomas (Armitage, Blanky, Burt, Darlington, Evans, Farr, Hartnell, Honey, Johnson, Jopson, McConvey, Plater, Tadman, Terry, Watson, Work)

22 x William (Aitken, Bell, Braine, Clossan, Fowler, Gibson, Goddard, Heather, Hedges, Jerry, Johnson, Mark, Orren, Pilkington, Read, Rhodes, Shanks, Sims, Sinclair, Smith, Strong, Wentzall)

#i saw the 23 johns coming but not the 22 williams #there may be a mistake somewhere but that was a lot of names #amc the terror #the terror #terrorposting

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chicaotaku-fanfics · 3 months ago

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There's Three of You?! Pt. 10

Ok, I'm soooooo sorry for the delay on this one. I really hoped I could post it when I said, but unlucky for me, life came in the way.

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 10

After all that ordeal with “Her Highness” and helping Reese, I decided to go to the lounge, but decided otherwise last minute and went to the cafeteria instead for a coffee. There, I was in line and got an iced large white mocha, with one more white mocha pump, soy milk, and two more espresso shots, I waited near the bar for it, and while doing so, I saw Connor approach a table where his sister and… oh wow, the one and only Cornelius Rhodes, were seating.

“Dad.” Connor said, I was then given my coffee, and I went to the bar to grab some napkins, all the time having an ear on my friend’s conversation.

“Doctor. How's our patient doing?” asked the older Rhodes.

“Russel's stabilized for now. I have found something that could help us with the surgery. It's an imaging system called Surgical Theatre SNAP.” Connor explained, I thought about that. It was a very good ide and, the tech was amazing, I’ve seen it in action, thanks to a med journal Will shared with me, it was wonderful. My brother must’ve said something to Connor about it.

“Okay.” Claire’s voice made me come back to the present.

“It's FDA approved, so insurance is gonna cover it, but Russel is going to be looking at a lengthy hospital stay afterwards, and I just want to make sure that–” Connor cut himself off.

“That somebody covers the co-pay?” asked Mr. Rhodes.

“We will.” said Claire in an instant.

“Hang on there, Bernie Sanders. Now, I love Russel as much as you do, but we have to be responsible to the company. Are you prepared to do this for every one of our employees?” asked the older Rhodes, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“We are talking about Russel here. God, he's worked for us since he was 14 years old. He's family.” said Connor.

“Us? When did it become "us"?” asked Mr. Rhodes with a smirk on his face. Connor looked annoyed and defeated, he turned to leave the place, walking by Dr. Charles on the way out, I had already started to move to catch him.

“That's your dad?” asked the head of psychiatry.

“Yep.” said Connor unenthusiastically.

“Fathers like that keep me in business, baby.” said the older doctor with a snort, Connor kinda smiled.

By the time we were out of sight of everyone, I chose to make my presence known to the surgeon.

“For what its worth, I already knew who you were. Dind’t influence me in anyway.” I said, he turned to look at me with a confused expression on his face.

“What’s that supposed to mean Dr. Halstead?” he asked, we made our way out and went to the elevator, it arrived and we got inside.

“It means, Dr. Rhodes, that I don’t care if you’re a Rhodes, a Callahan, or whatever other family name. You’re you Connor. You’re Dr. Connor Rhodes, a great trauma surgeon and an excellent doctor who cares deeply about his patients. Your upbringing and family name don’t matter to me.” I said, he looked relieved with what I said.

“You really are something else Lilly Halstead. Thank you.” he said, I smiled at him and offered him a drink of my coffee, he took the drink, gave it a stir with the straw and took a sip. He gave it back and I gave a good sip too.

“Don’t need to thank me Con. That’s what friends are for.” I said with a smile. He smiled too, offering his fist for a fistbump, I did and then we made our way to the lounge. “Oh, and I aslo heard my brother recommended the SNAP for your patient’s CT scans.” I said nonchalantly.

Connor let out a sigh and then a snort. “Yeah, before mentioning the family business and that he could only buy some socks there.” I let out a sigh too.

“My brother will tell anybody who will listen of his school debts any chance he gets… but there’s a foundation behind that.” I started to explain. “I don’t mean to make my brother, or me for that matter, seem like a charity case because of what I’m about to say” I warn the man beside me.

“He may be a pain in the ass, but he’s earning my respect.” Connor said, I nodded.

“Will always comments on his debts, because our father never supported his drive to go to college.” I said, Connor looked confused. “Yeah, my father is very, VERY, traditional and conservative in some ways… one of them being the belief that a man has to go straight to work… you can guess how that went.” I made a pause, remembering that day very well. “It was an awful argument. Jay made the effort for me not to see it, but in the end, the aftermath was obvious: Will stormed out the house with his things and left to New York, and that also meant that he had to put himself through college and med school… since then, they haven’t seen eye to eye, or more like, us Halstead siblings haven’t seen our father eye to eye in a long time.” I said.

“I’m sorry to hear that Lilly.” he said, the elevator ringed on the ED floor and we both got out.

“Don’t sweat it. Like I said, I’m not trying to make a charity case out of my brother… nor out of us three. I know we had it rough, growing up where and how we did, but we made it: Will and I are doctors and Jay is a detective. We’re good with being each other's support system.” I said with a small smile and gave my coffee another sip.

As we made our way to the “control center”, commonly known to everyone else as the “nurses desk”, Connor took my coffee and gave it another sip, we ended up sharing it, the last sip being mine. Maggie saw us since we came out of the elevator, clearly surprised and even amused by what we were doing.

“Care to share what you two are doing?” asked our beloved head nurse.

“Nothing Mags, just sharing a coffee.” I said nonchalantly.

“I could see that.” she said, smug and teasing at the same time, both Connor and I chuckled, Maggie looked at me in shock.

“I had heard Will comment on it, as well as Jay, but I told them I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it… and now I have, the famous “Halstead Chuckle®”. Girl you really are the spiting image of your brothers when you do that.” Maggie said, I let out another chuckle, giving the head nurse a charming, cheeky smile.

“What can I say Mags? Runs in the family.” I said, she snorted at my comment, and gave me an iPad.

“Your new patient. Treatment 2, little boy with a dislocated shoulder and scrapes on his knees.” said the nurse, pointing both of us in the direction of the treatment room. We turn to her, asking with our eyes why would she need two doctors to cover one simple case. “The mom is almost in hysterics.” I smile and shake my head, Connor snorts beside me.

“It’s showtime Dr. Rhodes.” I said with a small smirk on my face.

“Indeed Dr. Halstead.” said Connor with the same expression on his face. Just as we made our way to the treatment room, my brother came out of the doctors lounge, looking at us with a confused expression.

WILL’S P.O.V

“Since when do those two get along so well?” I asked Maggie, as I saw my baby sister and Rhodes go for one of the treatment rooms.

“Since day one, actually. Your sister’s an angel, compared to you.” she said, that last part with fake annoyance.

“Oh come on, I’m a delight!” I said, a cheeky and boyish smile on my face, Maggie looked at me shocked, then shook her head with a smile.

“You two are mirror images.” she said, I made a confused expression, she then pointed towards the treatment room where my sister and Connor had disappeared to. “You and Lilly!” she clarified. I snorted.

“Yeah, we get that a lot. Is as if we were siblings or something” I said to annoy her, it worked a little too well, cause she hit me with a folder containing a patient file. I laughed. “I give! I give!” I said in between laughs.

“You are something else William Halstead.” Maggie said, then Lilly’s and Connor’s voices carry out to us, both Maggie and I look up just in time to see them both coming out of the treatment room, smiles on their faces, they grab some antibacterial gel and walk over to us. Lilly has the iPad under her arm.

“Another successful treatment. Maggie get us the discharge papers for little Tim, please and thank you.” she asked the nurse, handing her the iPad back, then she noticed me. “Wish you behaved that well when we were kids.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I was the role model for both you and Jay.” I said, she just looked at me with her «are you kidding?» face.

“Really? The role model who, when we were 14, 12, and 10 years old respectively, was practicing how to play the guitar, made Jay angry, got his nose broken and proceeded to make the three of us siblings escape dad’s anger by sneaking out the piping line next to his bedroom window which, may I remind you, wasn’t the first time you prompt us to escape that way?” she said. I blushed, Maggie out right laughed, and Connor snorted.

“Never thought you were raking havoc since your early teens Halstead.” he said.

“Oh shush you.” I said to my sister, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I lightly pushed her and she laughed.

GOODWIN’S P.O.V

I was in my office checking some papers and patient forms, when the door was knocked. I gave permission for the person on the other side to come in… and in came Cornelius Rhodes. We talked, and went back and forth on an “issue”, Dr. Rhodes’s involvement in a patient’s care.

“I'm not sure you're aware, but Connor knows Russel Rollins, and it just didn't seem appropriate to me that my son be the one treating him.” he said.

“Well, the degree of familiarity doesn't warrant taking Dr. Rhodes off the case, and Mr. Rollins, when he was lucid, did not request another physician.” I explained

“Let me put it another way.” he started. “I would like Russel to receive the very best medical care, and I do not think my son can provide that.” he said.

“Your son is a first-rate surgeon, otherwise I would not have hired him.” I said.

“I want him off the case.” he demanded. This man has to be joking.

“It's not your decision to make, sir.” I said, firm on my stand.

“Excuse me, but I'm the one writing checks here.” he said, trying to intimidate me with his wealth.

“And while we appreciate that, this is my shop, and I will not be pulling Dr. Rhodes from the case.” I said, finality in my voice.

“I want you to remember this conversation, because if anything happens to Russel, you will be repeating it in a courtroom.” he threatened.

“I will remember. And you, sir, have a nice day.” I said,standing up, dismissing him.

“This may not be your shop for long.” he threatened again as he stood up.

I’d like to see you try Mr. Rhodes.

LILLY’S P.O.V

About three hours later, I had discharged Tim, checked on other patients, had helped Connor and Will with other patients and I was now on the lounge with my third cup of coffee of the day. I then got a page from Connor, requesting my presence in the main neuro OR room, I went there and was, again, amazed at the function of the SNAP.

“Incredible.” said Dr. Zanetti.

“Wait till you get the headset on. It's like I'm moving around inside of his body.” said Connor, I let out a low whistle.

“This is definitely amazing… remind me to tell Will that he’s a genius for recommending this.” I said, Dr. Zanetti looked at me with a sour expression on her face.

“Okay, so tell me how this thing works.” requested Ms. Goodwin.

“It combines images from the CT angiogram and creates a three-dimensional model of the patient's anatomy. With the HTC Vibe, you get virtual reality. It allows us to better tailor our operation.” Dr. Zanetti explained. “Are you having some concerns?” she asked

“No, no, no, just--just curious. Oh, by the way, Dr. Rhodes, I met your father today.” said Ms. Goodwin.

“Yeah? Did he charm you?” asked Connor.

“Not exactly.” she said with a serius tone.

“If its any consolation Ms. Goodwin, he didn’t charm me either.” I said, she smiled a small smile at me. I nodded.

“Hey, Dr. Zanetti. Take a look at the middle-left subclavian artery.” said Connor.

“The glass is going straight through. It's like a finger in a dike.” she said.

“I can't believe there's still flow past the injury.” added Connor, I was looking at the image with all of my attention.

“Rotate a little to the left.” said Zanetti, but I spotted the problem before she did.

“There. Looks like our dike sprung a leak.” I said, worried about our patient, I could tell Zanetti was mad at me, while Goodwin looked at me with awe and surprise on her face.

“He's bleeding.” Ms. Goodwin said.

“Yeah.” said Connor and I at the same time.

“If I may?” I asked, Connor nodded. “I think you can get away with a collarbone incision.” I gave my opinion.

Zanetti didn’t looked please that I had pretty much “stolen” her idea, but I don’t care, my priority is our patient… even if I can’t assist in the surgery.

“Come on, let's go.” said Zanetti to Connor.

I stayed behind for a little longer, looking at the image in front of me with Ms. Goodwin by my side.

“Good call Dr. Halstead… very good call.” she said, before pating my shoulder and leaving. I turned off everything and headed out. I managed to catch up to Dr. Zanetti and Connor.

“Claire, Dad, this is Dr. Zanetti. Russel is being prepped for surgery right now, and she and I will perform the operation.” Connor explained.

“Okay.” said Claire.

“You must have a lot of faith in him.” said Mr. Rhodes, smirking cynically.

“I do.” said the blonde surgeon.

“And so do I.” I announce my presence.

“Hmm, I never thought I'd see the day; my son saving lives.” said the older Rhodes, clearly ignoring me, making it sound like mockery. I decided it was time to step in.

“Then why does it sound like you’re mocking him, Mr. Rhodes?” I asked the man, he turned to look at me.

“And you are?” he asked, confusion and annoyance clear in his voice.

“Dr. Lillian Halstead. Emergency Medicine physician with a double certification in Forensic Pathology.” I said, extending my hand to him, he seemed shocked, as well as both the younger Rhodes and the blonde surgeon.

“Well, Dr. Halstead, I don’t see where you could get the idea that I’m mocking my son. I’m genuinely impressed with what he does.” he tried to lie to my face, I decided to call him out on his bullcrap.

“We all know that’s a lie Mr. Rhodes.” again, everyone seemed surprised. “If you’re wonderig how I know you lied, it’s pretty easy; you can school your expressions all you want, make an impenetrable mask… a poker face if you will, but your microexpressions…” I pause, letting out my Halstead Chuckle® “those are way harder to control Mr. Rhodes.”

“What do you think gives you the right to…” he started, I interrupted him.

“Talk to you like that?” he seemed surprised. “Remember the part were I said I have a Forensic Pathology certification? I might as well add my Forensic Psychology certification to the mix.” I said, and as an «afterthought», added the icing on the proverbial cake. “As well as my experience as the medical consultant for CPD’s District 21’s Intelligence Unit. I believe you’ve heard of Sergeant Hank Voight?” I said, Mr. Rhodes paled at the mention of the man, nodding. “I’ve worked with him and his unit. Might do you good remembering that Mr. Rhodes.” I said, smirking. I then turned to Dr. Zanetti and Connor. “Well, Dr. Zanetti, Dr. Rhodes, I’ll get out of your hair so you can perform the surgery… I’ll see you later.” and with that, and my charming smile I left them all to go back to the ED.

I arrived back just in time to hear my brother explain something to Natalie, worried about one of his patients, why he became a doctor.

“I became a doctor to save people's lives.” he said, getting a bit mad. “It's all I've ever wanted to do. I don't have a fallback plan or some hidden passion. This is it for me.” he added, making a pause. “It's just… no one ever told me there'd be this much loss involved.” he asid, storming off in the opposite direction to where Natalie was, directly into my way to the lounge. I followed my brother and enter the room.

“Hey. No one blames you, you know. Sometimes… patients don’t see what we see, and even if we explain it to them, they still need time to process things.” I said, Will turned to look at me. Then, in one swift move, he took me into his arms, hugging me and resting his head in my shoulder, something that should be a feat of wonder, since this redheaded giant is easily 8 inches taller than me.

“Thank you for being here Lilypad… I don’t know what I’d do without you… or Jay.” he said, his voice sounding so small. I ruffled his hair and kissed his head.

“You never have to thank me for that Will. I love you. I’ll always be there for you.” I said, honesty and certainty in my tone, I felt Will’s smile against my neck.

“I love you too Lilly.”

We spent some time there, until Will had to leave to check on his patient. I decided to do the same and went to look for Connor… which was easier than I thought cause he was looking for me.

“Hey, Lilly!” he said.

“Hi Connor.”

“What you did back there with my father…” he started.

“I’ll start by saying that, if he wants an apology, he won’t get one. He doesn’t deserve it.” I said, he right out laughed.

“No, no… don’t worry about that.” he took a moment to catch his breath. “I just wanted to thank you, for having my back, back there. My father has always been an ass, but having your support and seeing the way you talked back to him… I’ll never be able to repay you.” he said, I smiled.

“No need to thank me Connor, that’s what friends are for. And now that I found you… or more like, you found me I wanted to ask, how was the surgery?” I asked him, we made our way down the hall and Ms. Goodwin catched up to us.

“Dr. Rhodes, how's your patient?” asked Ms. Goodwin once we´re approaching Connor’s family.

“The surgery was successful, and he should be okay.” he said, I smile at that, relieved everything turned out alright.

“Oh, thank God.” said Claire, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Isn't that great news, Mr. Rhodes?” asked Ms. Goodwin, I turn to look at him too.

“Yes, I had every faith in my son.” he said, cynical smile on his face.

Liar. I think, biting my tongue in an effor not to say a thing.

“That's exactly what I told the Chairman of the Board when he dropped by to see me today.” said Ms. Goodwin, Connor and I looked shocked for a quick second.

“Thank you.” said Claire to Connor, he turned to look at her and grabbed her hand in his.

“Of course.” he said to her.

“Well, looks like we can go. Thank you very much.” said Mr. Rhodes, I can tell my presence was making him uncomfortable.

“Dolan Rhodes. That's a big name in Chicago. Growing up with that can give a person a skewed perspective, like whatever he wants, he ought to get.” said Ms. Goodwin casually.

“My dad give you a hard time?” asked Connor, a bit down in the dumps.

“Nothing I couldn't handle.” she said with a chuckle.

“My grandfather was the one who started the business.” he told us.

“Oh?” I asked, curiosity at its peak.

“Yeah. Salt to the Earth kind of guy. He used to say to me, «You're gonna have to work harder than everybody else,» you know? «Be better than everybody else so that you don't turn out like everybody expects you to.»” he said, and I can’t help but remember my own grandfather.

“Hmm.” was Ms. Goodwin’s way to ask Connor to continue.

“«So that you don't turn out like your father.» Took me a while to get that message.” He said.

“Well, congratulations, Dr. Rhodes.” said Ms. Goodwin, before leaving to go God-knows-where.

I turn to look at Connor, and seeing him still leaning on the nurses’ desk, I bump his side with mine. He turns to look at me, confused. I look at him with a smile.

“Congratulations indeed. You not only didn’t turn out like your father… you’re a better human being than him.” I say sincerely, Connor looks at me shocked, then chuckles and side hugs me.

“Thanks Lilly.” I return the hug as my way of responding.

After our moment, I went back to the ED, only to find Will looking at Natalie with hearts in his eyes as she played the violin with her patient. I stood beside him, putting my hands inside my scrubs’ pants pockets.

“Didn’t know she played the violin.” I said to make my presence known to my brother.

“She’s good at it.” Will said, I wanted to chuckle at the way he sounded.

“I can give her that.” I said, Will turned slightly to look at me.

“Would you try to learn how to play?” he asked, I snorted.

“With our kind of hectic schedules? No thank you. I’ll stick to my base, guitar and singing, thank you very much for asking.” I said, patting his shoulder and heading to the lounge to get my stuff. “Don’t stay here for too long, I actually wanna manage to grab a bite for dinner with you.” I said to him.

Finally, all the chapters I had written are posted! I appreciate that you've given my story a chance, it means a lot to me.

Feel free to leave comments, reblog, and like if you enjoy this crazy ride we're all in. Also, I've posted the AO3 link here, feel free to go there too if you want.

(Note, the next chapter's in the making, I beg for consideration and patience.)

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felicitysmoaksx · 1 year ago

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anything Rheese and the 'come back, be here' series?

Hi anon! Thanks so much for the prompt. So this drabble is from Guilty By Association. It was adapted from an outtake scene I had, but I don't think I can flesh it out enough to get it to be a full fic. In this au Connor did call his dad for help to get Sarah bailed out.

Family had always been a tricky thing for Connor. At the age of eighteen, Connor had cut his father and sister from his life as if they had been rotten flesh (in his father’s case he had exactly been rotten like rotten flesh) but sometimes rotten flesh had their uses, Connor kept telling himself that as he found the number he had been searching for in his contacts, pressing his phone to his ear.

“Connor, my this is a surprise,” Cornelius Rhodes’ voice was already grating on his son’s nerves and he had only answered the call. It must’ve been a new record. Connor swallowed back his retort of annoyance. After all, he was calling to ask his father for a favor. There was more of a chance of catching more flies with honey than vinegar.

“Dad, I need a favor.” There was no use in small talk. Connor hated it, besides if he tried, his father would snuff it out.

“Oh?”

“I need you to pull whatever strings you have at the CPD and get someone out of jail for me."

"And why would I do that? You certainly haven't been..." Connor tuned out the rest of what his father was saying and resisted the urge to throw his phone at the wall.

"Because Dad," he sighed agitatedly. He had put Sarah in that jail cell for nothing. Because his patient was ruined by his own self-entitled father, and now Connor was doing the same with his. But this was for Sarah. His wife, who was only in this situation because she had been backing him up. She was worth breaking his own self-imposed rules for. "She's been my wife of three years and your daughter-in-law."

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Sarah kept her back and eyes closed as she leaned against the concrete wall of her holding cell.

"Sarah Rhodes?" Someone called out and Sarah picked her head up, glancing around as she raised her hand. The police officer moved to the door of the holding cell. Then it was unlocked and held open for the curly-haired brunette.

"You're free to go."

"What? How is that-" Sarah asked as she started forward. Then a movement caught her eye and she turned toward it. There stood a man she had only seen from afar and in old pictures. Cornelius Rhodes stood a little ways away, looming and eyeing her warily.

The brunette sighed internally, bracing herself as she made her way to her father-in-law whom she hadn't met once in the last three years she and Connor had been married.

"Mr. Rhodes," she said quietly.

"Daughter-in-law," he said in equal quiet, flinging the title like it was an insult. She didn't take the bait though. Instead, she gave him a wan smile.

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Sarah was escorted the rest of the way by her father-in-law to see her husband waiting for her, looking wary and tired.

“So I come out of surgery to find out my wife has been arrested. I’m still wondering how we got to point C when we started at A.”

“She was going arrest Maggie for it and we both know that ED needs her. She keeps it running like a well-oiled machine. So I stepped in and took her place because she had your back with the blood draw and it’s like I told her, you’re my husband. You're more my responsibility than you are hers.”

Connor huffed, but still leaned in to kiss her forehead, forgetting that his father was standing behind them. “Greying prematurely is a real thing, you know.”

She laughed as he wrapped her in her coat to protect her from the Chicago arctic blast, “You just never thought I’d be the one in jail. You thought it’d be the other way around, didn’t you Dr. Rhodes?”

“Nuh-uh,” he wagged his finger at her, “That tone or name is not going to work right now, because we have to go back by the hospital. Mrs. Goodwin and Maggie both want to see you.”

Then Connor glanced up, finally meeting his father's eyes for the first time. His tone was surprisingly sincere when he said, "Thank you for this. I really appreciate it, Dad."

Cornelius Rhodes couldn't find it in him to speak because he was witnessing his son as a husband for the first time. So when the older man met Connor's eyes, he merely nodded and watched the couple make their way out of the precinct.

#one chicago #chicago med #Rheese #Sarah Reese #Connor Rhodes #my writing #Come Back Be Here Series #felicitysmoaksx 2023 advent writing challenge

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slightlyaboveaverageiq · 1 year ago

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Connor and the Brat {Part 18}

Connor and Brat arrived at the restaurant looking for a sign of the younger Rhodes sibling. “Connor!” They didn’t have to look long because there his sister was flagging him down from a table, she got up and started walking over to them smiling warmly at Brat and then hugging her brother. “I’m sorry.” She whispered into this ear and Connor was about to ask what she was sorry for when he spotted the older man walking towards them, his father had joined Claire.

“Connor. How lovely you decided to join us, a your little friend too.” His father held his hand out and Connor was tempted to tell him where he could shove it but didn’t want to worry Brat so he took his hand in his and gave a squeeze he was sure would be strong enough to break his fathers hand had held it it any longer. Connors message was clear, he didn’t want to see his father, he wasn’t here for his father, and he would most certainly leave if he said anything out of line. “Well, our table is waiting on us, please follow me.” Brat looked uncertainly at Connor clearly picking up on the change in the atmosphere but Claire took her hand in hers and gave her a reassuring smile leading her to the table with Connor bringing up the rear.

“It’s very nice to meet you Ravenna, Connor has nothing but good things to say about you. And your dress looks beautiful on you.” Bless his sister for trying to make Brat more comfortable, she gave Claire a small smile but quickly dropped her gaze to her napkin and started fidgeting with it. “Connor tells me that you like to paint, do you think maybe you could paint me something for my design room?” Ravenna’s eyes lit up at that and she nodded eagerly to Claire, she pulled the phone out and handed it to her showing her some of the paintings she had taken pictures of before leaving Connor’s condo. Connor’s father watched Brat closely before twisting his mouth into a kind of rueful smirk.

“You don’t talk very much do you Ms. Scott? That’s the best kind of woman in my opinion, pretty but knows when to keep her mouth shut.” Brat opened her mouth and looked ready to defend herself when Claire sent a scathing look to their father and he held his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, no arguments, no whining, it’s just a shame my son found you in the loony bin.” Connor frowned and couldn’t begin to fathom why Claire would tell his father about Brats stay in the hospital, in fact he couldn’t even remember if he had told Claire that’s where he met Brat.

“How did you know about that?” Brats voice was steely, challenging Cornelius to berate her further but Connor could see her slightly shaking. She was trying so hard to be strong but his father scared her and he couldn’t blame her, there was nothing warm nor inviting about the man.

“Funny thing I ran into Dr. Zanetti at a museum a few days ago and she told me all about Connor’s little…charity case I believe is how she put it. She failed to mention how beautiful you were though my dear.” Connor’s jaw clenched and he stood taking Brat’s hand in his own.

“Well this was about as unproductive as I imagine it would be. You’re still a bigoted, misogynistic bastard. Claire we appreciate you having us for brunch, why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?” Claire looked sadly at her brother but she nodded, she couldn’t fault him for wanting to get Ravenna away from their father. Connor watched as Brat squeezed Claire’s shoulder reassuringly as they passed her letting her know she didn’t blame her for what had just transpired. Connor lead the way back to the car and he held the door open for Brat before going and getting in himself.

“Well he’s just a ray of sunshine, I can see why you don’t want anything to do with him. Your sister seems very nice though and I would love to make something for her.” Connor reached his hand over and laced it through hers before giving her a soft squeeze and she squeezed back.

“My father is not a good man Brat, but Claire seems to really like you so how about we go grocery shopping for dinner tonight?” Brats smile increased ten fold and he turned down the street towards the grocery store. “What are you thinking?”

“What if we made crockpot chicken and dumplings? It’s been a long time since I’ve had that.” Connor grabbed the cart and they went through the aisles grabbing the things they would need for dinner along with grabbing a few bottles of wine and some things to make an apple pie for dessert. Connor noticed that Brat looked particularly exhausted when they got back in the car and by the time they got home she was passed out cold against the passenger side window. He smiled softly at her before shaking her shoulder gently and waking her.

“Why don’t you go take a nap? You were up early this morning. I can get everything started for dinner.” Brat looked unsure for a moment but ultimately nodded and trudged herself up the stairs and to his condo, her legs trailing behind her like they weighed a hundred pounds and Connor frowned. It had been a very large change for her in just a few short days, maybe she wasn’t coping as well as he had originally thought.

Connor got the chicken and dumplings going and they should be finished right at 6:30 which is when they had planned on Claire coming over, he had the pie all prepped and ready to go in the oven when she got here that way it would be ready by the time they finished their dinner. He walked down the hallway and cracked Brats door open slightly to see she was breathing steadily and seemed to be in a deep sleep, he smiled at her before going into his own bedroom and changing out of his slacks and shirt and into some joggers and a plain t shirt. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he chuckled softly to himself.

Ava- Since you insist on hogging Ravenna all to yourself the entire meds staff has proposed a custody schedule for your highness 😝

Will/Natalie: Lunch on Mondays and they promise to have her back before dinner

Ben/Maggie: Want to have dinner and overnight stays on Wednesday’s

April/Ethan: Would love to have her join them for the yoga thing on Mondays after dinner

And of course mommy and step mommy Sarah want to have Brat every other weekend 😂😂

Connor could see no flaw in their logic so he texted her back telling her he would make sure to ask Brat what she thought and he would let her know once she woke up from her nap. He was startled by a quiet knocking on the door and looked down at his phone to see it was 6, Claire was thirty minutes early. He went to open the door and smiled at his sister before motioning for her to be quiet.

“Ravenna is sleeping.” Claire made her way into the kitchen taking the lid of the crockpot to peer at the contents of it. “She wanted chicken dumplings and apple pie.” Claire gave a knowing smirk and sat down at the dinner table crossing her legs.

“She’s got you wrapped around her little finger. You like her.” Connor sighed and really wished for the umpteenth time that people would stop calling him out on things he already knew. He was fully aware that he liked Brat but as long as she was in IOP there was nothing he could do about it.

“I do but she’s still a patient so it would be highly unethical of me.” Connor murmured quietly and poured himself a glass of wine.

“Hi Claire.” Connor turned and decided he was going to have to buy Brat some pajama sets because the girl just couldn’t keep walking around in oversized T-shirt’s. She look looked so adorable in it and sleepily rubbing her eyes.

“Hey Ravenna, I think dinners about ready so how about we make our plates and we can eat?” Brats stomach let out an embarrassing growl and she blushed while the two siblings laughed at her red face. Dinner flowed smoothly Claire asking more about Brats makeup and painting projects and while Brat shared a few ideas for a painting she would do for Claire. Connor smiled softly seeing how well Brat took to Claire and how much his sister seemed to enjoy her company as well; they would be good for each other. Dinner stretched in into the evening and Claire excused herself for the night around 9pm leaving Connor and Brat to drink their wine in peace in front of the fireplace.

“I know I’ve been saying it a lot the past few days but I really appreciate you letting me stay with you Connor and how supportive everyone has been.” Brat stood and gave him a small kiss on the top of his head before wishing him goodnight and leaving him alone with an almost empty bottle of wine and wishing that he could have kissed her on the mouth instead.

#chicago med #one chicago #connor rhodes #connor and the brat #ava bekker #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes fanfic

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grimmusings · 17 days ago

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♢ canon muses ♢

Sideblogs are linked below. Each has a pinned introduction with general information about how I write the muse, wanted connections, and verses.

comics ♢ Benjamin Poindexter ⭒ Daredevil ⭒ Wilson Bethel ♢ Brock Rumlow ⭒ Marvel/MCU ⭒ Frank Grillo ♢ Bucky Barnes ⭒ Marvel/MCU ⭒ Sebastian Stan ♢ Clint Barton ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Bradley James ♢ Elektra Natchios ⭒ Daredevil ⭒ Élodie Yung ♢ Ellie Rogers ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Kat McNamara ♢ Frank Castle ⭒ Daredevil ⭒ Jon Bernthal ♢ Gwen Stacy ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Emily Browning ♢ James Rhodes ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Charles Michael Davis ♢ John Constantine ⭒ DC/Vertigo ⭒ Matt Ryan ♢ Johnny Storm ⭒ Fantastic Four ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Karolina Dean ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Madison Iseman ♢ Mia Smoak ⭒ Arrowverse ⭒ Kat McNamara ♢ Nancy Callahan ⭒ Sin City ⭒ Jessica Alba ♢ Natasha Romanoff ⭒ Marvel/MCU ⭒ Scarlett Johansson ♢ Red ⭒ The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys ⭒ Levy Tran ♢ Steve Rogers ⭒ Marvel/MCU ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Thor Odinson ⭒ MCU ⭒ Chris Hemsworth ♢ Torunn Thorsdóttir ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Margot Robbie

disney/dreamworks/etc. ♢ Barrel ⭒ Nightmare Before Christmas ⭒ Drew Ray Tanner ♢ Captain Hook ⭒ Peter Pan ⭒ Colin Farrell ♢ Cowardly Lion ⭒ The Wizard of Oz ⭒ Paul Rudd ♢ Dorothy Gale ⭒ Return to Oz ⭒ Emily Browning ♢ Jack Frost ⭒ Rise of the Guardians ⭒ Bradley James ♢ Jack Skellington ⭒ Nightmare Before Christmas ⭒ Milo Ventimiglia ♢ Lock ⭒ Nightmare Before Christmas ⭒ Matthew Daddario ♢ Mad Hatter ⭒ Alice in Wonderland ⭒ Jackson Rathbone ♢ Mallymkun ⭒ Alice in Wonderland ⭒ Ashley Greene ♢ Prince Cornelius ⭒ Thumbelina ⭒ Max Irons

mythology/folklore ♢ Hades ⭒ Greek Mythology ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Hercules ⭒ Greek Mythology ⭒ Kellan Lutz ♢ Lancelot ⭒ Arthuriana ⭒ Chris Hemsworth ♢ Mordred ⭒ Arthuriana ⭒ Ian Somerhalder ♢ Will Scarlet ⭒ Robin Hood ⭒ Sebastian Stan

film ♢ Chris Beck ⭒ The Martian ⭒ Sebastian Stan ♢ David Powers ⭒ The Lost Boys ⭒ Dacre Montgomery ♢ Frank Adler ⭒ Gifted ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Jennifer Check ⭒ Jennifer's Body ⭒ Megan Fox ♢ Jerry Dandridge ⭒ Fright Night ⭒ Colin Farrell ♢ Laurie Strode ⭒ Halloween ⭒ Lili Reinhart ♢ Lawrence Talbot ⭒ The Wolf Man ⭒ Rahul Kohli ♢ Leo Barnes ⭒ The Purge ⭒ Frank Grillo ♢ Newt Scamander ⭒ Fantastic Beasts ⭒ Eddie Redmayne ♢ Nick Gant ⭒ Push ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Victor Frankenstein ⭒ Frankenstein ⭒ Bill Skarsgård

tv shows ♢ Alvey Kulina ⭒ Kingdom ⭒ Frank Grillo ♢ Andy Barber ⭒ Defending Jacob ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Betty Cooper ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Lili Reinhart ♢ Billy Hargrove ⭒ Stranger Things ⭒ Dacre Montgomery ♢ Carter Baizen ⭒ Gossip Girl ⭒ Sebastian Stan ♢ Castiel ⭒ Supernatural ⭒ Misha Collins ♢ Damien Thorn ⭒ Damien ⭒ Bradley James ♢ Daryl Dixon ⭒ The Walking Dead ⭒ Norman Reedus ♢ Dean Winchester ⭒ Supernatural ⭒ Jensen Ackles ♢ Hannibal Lecter ⭒ Hannibal ⭒ Mads Mikkelsen ♢ Nate Archibald ⭒ Gossip Girl ⭒ Chace Crawford ♢ Paul 'Jesus' Rovia ⭒ The Walking Dead ⭒ Tom Payne

books ♢ Bill Weasley ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Michael Fassbender ♢ Cassian ⭒ ACOTAR ⭒ Can Yaman ♢ Ginny Weasley ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Kat McNamara ♢ Hermione Granger ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Ashley Moore ♢ Oliver Wood ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Max Irons ♢ Remus Lupin ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Rahul Kohli ♢ Ronan Lynch ⭒ The Raven Cycle ⭒ Dacre Montgomery ♢ Sirius Black ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Rob Raco

♢ test muses ♢

Test and minor muses are written from the main, at least until they demand their own blogs, although some of them will probably always be super niche and just stay here. Bio and verse information is linked if available.

♢ Ben Hanscom ⭒ IT ⭒ Jay Ryan ♢ Billy Barker ⭒ American Mary ⭒ Antonio Cupo ♢ Camille L'Espanaye ⭒ The Fall of the House of Usher ⭒ Kate Siegel ♢ Colin Shea ⭒ What's Your Number? ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Danika Fendyr ⭒ Crescent City ⭒ Florence Pugh ♢ Dean Redding ⭒ The Naturals ⭒ Cooper van Grootel ♢ Doyle ⭒ Merry Gentry ⭒ Idris Elba ♢ Dwayne Hicks ⭒ Aliens ⭒ Jensen Ackles ♢ Edward Forrester ⭒ Anita Blake ⭒ Alexander Skarsgård ♢ Fangs Fogarty ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Drew Ray Tanner ♢ Feyre Archeron ⭒ ACOTAR ⭒ Riley Voelkel ♢ Grey Hollow ⭒ House of Hollow ⭒ Taylor Swift ♢ Hector ⭒ Greek Mythology ⭒ Joe Manganiello ♢ Henry Devlin ⭒ Dreamcatcher ⭒ Michiel Huisman ♢ Ian Janek ⭒ Prometheus ⭒ Idris Elba ♢ Jason Schuyler ⭒ Anita Blake ⭒ Chace Crawford ♢ Jay Kulina ⭒ Kingdom ⭒ Jonathan Tucker ♢ Jedidiah Sawyer ⭒ Texas Chainsaw Massacre ⭒ Leatherface ♢ Levi Stewart ⭒ Fangirl ⭒ Luke Benward ♢ Lidia Cervos ⭒ Crescent City ⭒ Margot Robbie ♢ Madeline Usher ⭒ The Fall of the House of Usher ⭒ Willa Fitzgerald ♢ Matthew Brown ⭒ Hannibal ⭒ Jonathan Tucker ♢ Pepper Potts ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Gemma Chan ♢ Richard Zeeman ⭒ Anita Blake ⭒ Joe Manganiello ♢ Ruhn Danaan ⭒ Crescent City ⭒ Ian Somerhalder ♢ Sandman ⭒ Folklore ⭒ Matthew Daddario ♢ Sholto ⭒ Merry Gentry ⭒ Alexander Skarsgård ♢ Tom Hanniger ⭒ My Bloody Valentine ⭒ Jensen Ackles ♢ Toni Topaz ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Vanessa Morgan

#muses #muse list #mobile muse list

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kitweewoos · 2 years ago

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17.“Hey, look at me. I’m not going anywhere.”

(surprise! it's rhodestead)

Connor was lost, staring at the coffin as they lowered his father into the cold ground. He’d never been especially close to his father, but the ache in his chest didn’t seem to care. He’d spent so much time hating his father that all he could see now was all the time that they could have had going forward, repairing the misunderstandings. He’d let so much get in between them, and now he was an orphan with just his sister, Claire, left as his family. She hadn’t spoken to him since Ava had committed suicide rather than answer for her crime. She knew that Connor was the reason they no longer had a father, and now his sister wouldn’t even look at him.

He didn’t blame her, honestly. He hadn’t looked at himself in the mirror yet, unable to face the guilt in his eyes. He’d not even been back to his apartment because every time he’d tried, all he could remember was all the times he’d brought Ava back there while she’d played with him and manipulated him.

Instead, he’d been staying at a hotel, since he couldn’t sleep most nights anyway. It was good that he’d resigned from Chicago Med because he was in no state to practice at the moment. It did mean that he’d isolated himself pretty effectively from his friends and coworkers.

Well, except for –

[read the rest below | read it now on ao3]

“Hey.” The voice cut through Connor’s thoughts and he looked up from the hole and the casket at Will Halstead. He was wearing a black suit, having attended the funeral of a man he’d barely known just so Connor didn’t have to stand by himself. The suit looked good on him, but then again, most things did. “It’s starting to rain. Let’s go back to the car.”

“Let it rain,” Connor grumbled, and he heard Will sigh gently.

“Connor, come with me,” he said, and his hand slid into Connor’s with light pressure, their fingers lacing together before Connor could realize what was happening, not that he would protest. Will had always been a proper, solid foundation in Connor’s life since the day they’d met, even if it hadn’t seemed like it at the time.

“Let’s get you home,” Will said, and Connor flinched.

“I don’t – I haven’t been home,” he admitted.

“You haven’t?”

“No, it reminds me of, of her, and I can’t be there alone.”

“Where have you been staying, then?”

“You’re going to scoff, but the Hilton near the hospital?”

“Okay,” Will said with a nod, eyes soft and understanding as he looked at Connor. “Would you like to go back there, or -”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, that’s fine. It’s okay not to know. Let’s just start with getting you over to the car, and we’ll figure out where to go from there. Come on.”

He was led away from the grave, his father’s final resting place just as the casket hit the bottom. He couldn’t bring himself to look back at the masterfully carved marble headstone he’d had made up for his father. He had chosen to follow his father’s instructions left with the family lawyer, since he’d felt like he had owed him at least that but he’d wished someone else could sort out all the details of his father’s funeral and his burial. He was exhausted, between fielding calls about his father’s will and from the press about his involvement in his father’s death. He was so exhausted, in fact, that Will leading him to his car parked on the edge of the cemetery’s path between the aisles of graves was exactly what he needed.

“No,” Connor finally said as Will left him at the passenger side door to his car.

“No?”

“I don’t want to go back there, back to the hotel.”

“Okay,” was all Will said, unlocking the doors to his sensible sedan before he climbed into the driver’s seat. Connor glanced at the Porsche he’d driven at the edge of the path. He didn’t want to ome back to get it. He never wanted to come back at all. Maybe Will would do that for him, too. Then, Connor climbed into the car after WIll, and let out a small sigh of relief. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Connor was numb as Will pulled into an unfamiliar parking lot outside of an unfamiliar building.

"Is this –" he started.

"You didn't want to go home, and you didn't want to go to the hotel. So, I brought you somewhere safe. My place."

"Is that okay?"

He'd never been over to Will's, mostly because Will hadn't let him come over when they hung out. Instead, Will usually came over to Connor's, or they met up somewhere else like Molly's. It didn't look too shabby, despite Will's attitude about it. It looked cozy, a place he could call his own that he has picked out for himself and styled for his own comfort.

"Yeah," Connor said. "This is good. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it," Will said, patting his leg with such gentle care. "C'mon. Kol loves visitors."

"Kol?" Connor asked, heart dropping a little that he'd have to field some guy's questions about why he was there, who he was to Will, why he looked like he'd rather die than take in another breath. "Who is that?"

"Oh! He's my dog!" Will said cheerily. "He'll love you."

Connor breathed out a sigh of relief, and nodded. He could handle a dog.

"Okay."

"Don't worry," Will said, "I've got your back, Con."

Connor followed Will into the building, his hand claimed all over again with a warm pressure from Will's hand, and up the stairs to a third floor apartment tucked in the corner. It was a small space, a bit messy but in a lived in way that Connor adored. Greeting them at the door was an older dog, mid-sized with shaggy brown fur and a graying muzzle, looking up at them with adoring eyes.

"Hey buddy, I brought you a friend! This is Connor. Connor, this is my good boy, Kol. His owner before me died at the hospital, and no one was there to get him, so I adopted him."

"That was good of you."

"Thanks," Will said. "C'mon in. Kol, bed."

Kol turned and trotted obediently to a dog bed in the corner of the living room, right beside a couch. There was clearly a space where Kol lived in the home, on the dog bed specifically picked out for him but also a spot on the couch where there was a clear drool spot where he'd been asleep, and there were bowls for his food and water in the dining area half-filled so he could come and fill his need at his leisure. There was a leash and a harness hung up by the door where Will left his keys and wallet, too. Wherever Will was, he had made a space for Kol.

Connor ached for that. He hadn't ever found a place like that, or a person like that. He had never had a place where someone had wanted him enough to form it around him. No one had taken the effort to carve out places in their life where he could fit perfectly. He wondered what that would look like with Will. An extra hook for his keys, maybe. A space in the closet for his clothes. An extra mug sitting next to the coffee maker.

"I know it's definitely not up to your standard typically," Will said, "but –"

"No, uh, I love it. It's perfect."

"Oh. Really?"

"It feels like a home. My place, I had a realtor pick it out, and a home designer picked out the stuff, and – no part of it is me, I guess. This place, this feels like you."

“Oh. Uhm. Thanks, I guess. You, you didn’t pick out any of the decorations?”

“Nope,” Connor said. “I didn’t think I cared about that stuff. I had to prove that I was a good doctor, you know, to my dad, and the world, that I wasn’t just a trophy kid of a nepotism man. I worked hard to become a surgeon, and I’m damn good at it, despite what my father always thought. He thought I was wasting my time, and that I was an ungrateful little snot. And maybe I am. Maybe I am an ungrateful little snot, but – I’m getting sidetracked.”

He sighed and looked at Will as he kicked off his shoes. After a moment, Connor followed suit, leaving his suit jacket on until Will tugged at it so that too came off. Will, without hesitation, also reached for his tie and pulled that loose enough so that he could slip it over Connor’s head. He hung them both from a hook by the front door, and then put his hands on Connor’s shoulders.

“Take a deep breath, Con.”

Connor forced himself to obey, to draw in a long, steady breath into his aching, trembling lungs.

“There we go. That’s much better. Now, do you want something to eat?” Will asked.

“What?”

“Are you hungry?”

“You’re asking me if I want to eat? The world has gone to hell, hasn’t it?” Connor said, and Will rolled his eyes, dropping his hands from Connor’s shoulders. It was a characteristic of Will’s that Connor had noticed pretty quickly that the man just didn’t eat, almost ever. At first, he’d thought it was Will just shrugging off Connor’s attempts at playing nice, claiming to have brought something from home, but it had quickly become apparent that it wasn’t about Connor at all. It was a defense mechanism, Connor knew now, and if Will was offering food to Connor, things were quite serious.

“I respond to stress by not eating, you respond by eating comfort food. I know that. So, are you hungry?”

“I mean, I could eat,” Connor replied. “What do you have?”

“Oh, god, nothing here,” Will scoffed, eyes fond as he waved his hand. “I’ll order some take out. Whatever you want. However much you want. My treat for having to put up with the dog hair and the smell of sauerkraut from down the hall.”

Connor hadn’t even noticed the smell until Will had mentioned it.

“What is that?”

“Mrs. Albrecht down the hall, she makes her own sauerkraut for the farmer’s market. The scent lingers.”

“Oh. I don’t mind, the dog hair, the smell, any of it. You don’t have to make up for this.”

“Still, let me.”

Connor looked at Will, his big, earnest eyes looking back at him, and nodded.

“Alright.”

“Good. Now, let’s take a look at the menus.”

Connor had fallen asleep, he was sure, sometime after their third round of deliveries. They hadn’t been able to decide what they wanted from one place, so they got a sampling for several places. They’d eaten their fair share of the orders, almost to the point of making themselves sick, and Connor had started to drift off. The apartment was warm, and the soft lighting was soothing, as was Kol’s head resting on his lap, his own body starting to tilt into Will’s. He must’ve fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes, he was staring at Ava.

Her face was pale, and there was a gash across her neck, just above her carotid, although the wound was bloodless. She was standing still, her eyes open but unseeing. Her mouth hung open, and her hand reached forward, but there was nothing of the life he’d known her for in the visage in front of him. The scalpel in her outstretched hand dripped blood like rain, a waterfall that spilled all over his shoes, the ones he had worn to his father’s funeral.

He was standing in a grave, staring up at the sky, the hole swallowing him, and when he tried to claw his way out, his fingers just dug into relenting earth, the soil coming away in an avalanche.

He was swallowed.

He couldn’t breathe.

There was dirt everywhere. He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t –

He bolted away, gasping hard to try and fill his lungs, scrambling at anything for purchase, and found a shirt covering a solid chest.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Connor. It’s okay. It’s just me. It’s Will.”

The voice was familiar, and when he pushed past the haze of sleep forcefully, he found himself looking at Will Halstead. He was gripping Will's shirt hard enough that his knuckles had turned white. When he drew in a breath, it was ragged.

"Hey, you're okay." Connor buried himself into Will's chest, glad he hadn't woken up alone. “Hey, look at me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Will stroked his hair, and let Connor settle against him.

"I'm not going anywhere," he repeated, softer, a promise. "I'm right here. You're okay here."

"It's my fault. It's all my fault," Connor muttered.

"It's not. Ava is at fault, not you. You didn't do it."

"I let her in. I loved her. I –"

"Her taking advantage of you and your feelings for her doesn't make it your fault. You're a good man, who would never do this. What she did is on her."

"She died," Connor whimpered. "Because of me. She killed my dad, and then herself, because of me."

"No, love, no. Not at all. That's not you. That's never been you."

"I wish I were as sure as you," Connor said. Sometime recently, Will and Connor had become more than friends, but not quite dating. They were something, but it didn't have a name. It didn't need one, he supposed. All that mattered is that he could count on Will, that even when he was at his lowest, Connor could reach out and find Will's hand, steady and sure in his belief that Connor was worth his time.

"Well, luckily, I can be sure enough for both of us until you get there."

"Okay," Connor said, and he took a deep breath, taking in all of Will's warm scent, the cologne and the fried chicken from dinner and the faint smell of dog. It was perfect. When he was alone, he felt empty, reaching for something that he couldn't name. Will felt safe, a place he could rest, reorient, prepare for whatever came next. Will wasn't the solution to the ache in his chest, but he was much like a salve on a wound, dulling the pain until he could breathe and function, healing slowly on his own but not alone in the efforts. Will made him feel okay for once. "Can I stay the night?"

"You can stay more than just the night, Connor," Will said softly, "but we can start with getting through tonight together."

#chicago med #cmed #one chicago #rhodestead #will halstead #connor rhodes #mentioned ava bekker #mentioned cornelius rhodes #ask tag #talk to me #hey nonny nonny #prompt tag #kit creates

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faithandarisadventures · 6 months ago

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The Children's Playhouse February 17, 2024 The Breakers Newport, Rhode Island

The playhouse was built to match the original Breakers that stood on this site from 1877-1892 and was used as a play area for the youngest Vanderbilt child, Gladys. It's now used for storage and not accessible to the public. I sneaked the last picture through the window.

#rhode island #newport #the breakers #vanderbilt #cornelius vanderbilt #gilded age #playhouse #tiny house #cozy cottage #historic house #historic homes #our adventures

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alannacellucci · 1 year ago

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The Breakers Newport Mansion —

Built by Cornelius Vanderbilt II, one of the richest men in America, The Breakers is the grandest of Newport's summer "cottages." The Breakers was everything a millionaire of the Gilded Age could want in a summer getaway. The Breakers was built from 1893-1895 to replace a smaller, wooden house that had been destroyed by a fire. To reduce the risk of another fire, Vanderbilt and his wife, Alice, commissioned architect Richard Morris Hunt, a leading architect of the Gilded Age, to design the new structure of steel, brick and limestone; utilities such as the boilers were placed underground and away from the house.

The Vanderbilt's summer home was modeled on Italian Renaissance palaces with open air courtyards, the finest American and European craftsmanship, and modern technology combined to make the ideal setting for luxurious living and entertaining.

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The Breakers Great Hall —

The GREAT HALL is the largest room in this house, measuring approximately 50 feet wide by 50 feet long by 50 feet high. The ceiling is painted to look like the sky, which along with the large doors that open to the ocean breezes evokes the feeling that you are outdoors. Looking up at the ceiling, you will see four blue-green medallions with the acorn and oak leaf inside. This is the Vanderbilt family symbol of strength and longevity and can be seen in many places throughout the house.

Many parties were held in this room over the years, with the first being in 1895 for Miss Gertrude Vanderbilt. Over the years, this hall was the scene of tricycle rides and sliding down the grand staircase on silver dinner trays by children in the family.

The house stands as a symbol of the Vanderbilt family's social and financial power in 19th and early 20th century America - a period known as The Gilded Age, when the nation became a world economic power. The Vanderbilts were prominent in the worlds of society, sport, business, fashion, and cultural life. The term, "Gilded Age" referred not only to the great wealth produced by vast economic and industrial growth in the years following the Civil War (1861 - 1865), but also the social changes and inequities that were growing at the same rate as the American economy. This wealth was seen in opulent buildings and the Vanderbilts were among the country's greatest builders.

#the breakers #the breakers mansion #Vanderbilt mansion #cornelius vanderbilt #Newport mansions #Newport #gilded age #historic houses #architecture lovers #architecture #Newport Rhode Island #explore New England #baroque

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callsign-dexter · 4 months ago

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Blood Ties, Broken Bonds

Request: Hi !!!!

Could I ask for a Connor Rhodes imagine where the reader is his sister but they haven't had much contact as his ass of a dad kept you away from him, but you secretly always wanted to be near Connor. One time she gets delivered in the ED after a bad car accident you had and Connor is furious as he finds out that this just happened after another fight between you and your dad. You're out for a while and your Dad acts all innocent and wants to visit you but Connor doesn't even let him near you. After you woke up, you tell Connor that you don't wanna be away from him anymore and that you want your brother back, which he more than agrees to and he's just all happy and taking care of you :)

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, inaccurate medical talk, car crash, mentions and acts of abuse (mental, physical, and verbal) done by father, blood, broken bones

Masterlist

If it were up to you, you would have rather been raised by your brother, Connor Rhodes, when he turned 18 and left but that was not the case. Growing up you had a wonderful relationship with your brother, a bond that you couldn't break but when he left your father, Cornelius Rhodes, cut your contact with him to the minimum. So minimum that you only got one phone call and that was on your father's terms. The both of you hated it. Connor didn't come back until you were 14 years old and even though he was back it was still minimum contact. You eventually got another phone that Connor paid for and you could talk to him that way but you had to be sneaky, most of your friends, Connor, and Claire had the number of this phone.

Your father was not a good man despite how he acted out in public. Behind the scenes he was abusive verbally, physically, and mentally. It was so bad that you refused to have what little friends you had over. If you think him cutting contact with your brother was bad, well he did it with your friends. If you went out with your friends he wanted to know where you were every hour on the hour and if you were a second late then you were getting in trouble.

Fights in the household were not uncommon. It could have been over the simplest things like what to watch on TV and he always won. Multiple times you had stormed out of the house and driven until you were at your sister's, Claire Rhodes, house. You couldn't go to Connor because your father had put a tracking device on your car so he knew where you were going. If it was not a set destination then he would be calling and yelling at you, one time he called the police saying you stole the vehicle because you weren't at one of the set places. Thankfully you were able to get out of it when you told them it was your car and you had proof, and yes you had to buy your own car.

When your dad went out of town on the rare occasion, he actually let you stay with Connor which was a surprise to you and himself but you didn't argue. When you stayed with him, he got to see how bad it was at home. This is because all the things that your dad drilled into your head came out when visiting him and oh man it angered him so much. Connor has even gotten into fights with your dad but it just made things worse and even less contact with your big brother. Your dad tended to be forgetful that you were even there, so forgetful that sometimes you had to fend for yourself for food or not eat at all. He never bought food for you, you had to buy everything for yourself.

Your father had been just getting ready to leave for the week which means you could spend that week with your brother, finally. You had texted with the phone that Connor had gotten for you at the beginning of the week excited that you got to see him.

Dad's gonna be gone for a week. Do you mind if I stay with you?

Big Bro: Not at all! Come over to my place after school. I'll be home.

Ok. I'm going to stop at home first for clothes and then the store and grab food.

Big Bro: No need. I got plenty of food at the house. You're welcome to it anytime.

Oh ok. Thank you.

Big Bro: No need to thank me. Does dad make you buy your own food?

Yea. Even if I buy it, he eats it. I love you, Big Bro.

Big Bro: I love you too, Sis.

This made Connor see red. “That bastard.” Connor said aloud in the break room and Will Halstead just happened to be in there.

“What's up?” Will asked looking up from some files. Will had quickly become one of your favorites in the hospital, he was just fun to be around and was so funny. Also, the fact that he got on your brother's nerves from time to time was fun. You liked doing that but then again that's what little sisters are supposed to do.

“Apparently dad makes Y/N buy her own food for herself but still eats it.

“Are you for real?” Will asked, now paying full attention to Connor. Connor nodded.

“Yup, he made her buy her own car and hardly let her talk to me. If she does it's very limited. He has such a grudge against me he's making her pay for it too by not seeing me.” He said

“He's an ass. Didn't you buy her a phone?” Will asked and Connor nodded.

“Yup but even with that contact is still limited.” Connor said

“Have you thought of getting custody of her?” Will asked

“Many many times but I know it'll be shot down. I can't prove anything. He's too powerful. He has a steady job and income coming in.” Connor said going to the fridge and grabbing a snack.

“You have a steady job and income coming in.” Will said

“I know. It's bad over there Will. He's mentally, physically, and verbally abusing her. I've been with her when he calls and he just cusses her out and degrades her. I can't prove anything. She's never come to the hospital for it so can't go off that. He has cop friends as well so I can't report that and she can't either.” Connor told his now best friend; it was rocky at first but they got over it.

“I have a cop brother and you know he loves Y/N. Hell, all of Intelligence does, including Trudy. That would help major time. They would believe her more than your dad.” Will said getting up and walking over to grab something to eat out of the cabinet and then turned to look at Connor while leaning on the counter. Connor turned to look at him.

“True. Would that be enough?” He asked and Will shrugged.

“Maybe. She's been here multiple times to see you and everyone here loves her. They've seen the bruises and her wince in pain several times, I know I have. She doesn't do it in front of you or when she thinks anybody is looking. Dr. Charles has seen it and you know he would be the best to help you win that case. She's scared to say anything to you because she's afraid to tell anyone then he'll find out and punish her.” Will said and Connor was silent. It saddened him that you couldn't go to him, your big brother, because you were scared that if you told him then your father would find out and punish you.

“How do you know that?” Connor asked

“She was in here a few days ago looking for you but you were in surgery. She told me after I called her out for wincing. I haven't told you because we've been so busy.” Will said. Connor wasn't mad at him; he knew they'd been busy. Connor was about to start talking when commotion in the ED grabbed their attention and they both ran out there to see Gabriela Dawson and Sylvie Brett roll through the doors pushing a gurney with Maggie Lockwood shouting and giving orders. She just happened to look up and see Connor and she gave him a look of pity. He knew that look, he looked over and saw you lying there and his heart sank. She looked at Will and they seemed to understand each other as Will grabbed Connor by the shoulders and began to drag him away.

“Will!” Connor shouted but he ignored him.

“Stay here. I'm going to go help.” He said and Connor nodded but Will knew he wouldn't stay put but at least he tried. Will took off and jumped right in. Connor waited maybe not even 5 seconds before he was barreling his way into chaos. He grabbed Gabriela Dawson and Sylvie Brett as they passed.

“What happened?” He asked

“We were called to a car crash, your sister's, it looked like she was driving way too fast and hit a patch of black ice. The car flipped several times and then hit a pole. It also looked like someone rammed into it and pushed it down the hill, there wasn't another car there when we arrived it looked like a hit and run. It must've crashed through the ice and into the freezing water because that is where we found her. Her lips were blue and she was very hypothermic and her heart rate was super slow but we got everything under control and got her warmed up.” Sylvie said, not wanting to tell him that it was your dad that rammed your car until further evidence, as Connor's face drained of color.

“She was unresponsive when we got there but she quickly woke up. When asked why she was driving fast, she said that she had just had a fight with your guy's dad. She also has bruises in the form of handprints around her throat like she was being choked and he slammed her head against the wall. We lost her once and had to do CPR but we got her back.” Gabriela added

“Fucking hell. I'll fucking kill that son of a bitch.” He said and then looked at the two girls. “Thank you for responding to her. She wouldn't want anyone else.” He said and they smiled and nodded.

“We love that kid.” Gabriela said “The whole firehouse does.” She added and that made him smile. “We gotta go.” She said and he nodded.

“Thank you again.” He said

“Not a problem.” They said and they were out the door and he turned back to your room in time to see you being taken to surgery. He saw Dr. Crockett Marcel leading the way, he then stopped Will.

“What's going on?” Connor asked

“She has some internal bleeding that needs to be taken care of and a broken arm. She also has some broken ribs from the seat belt and they are doing CPR on her.” He said. Connor just stood still as Will and Crockett rushed you off. He wanted to know what happened. He wanted to know now.

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You were happy. Your dad was leaving for a week and that meant you could actually spend time with your big brother that you loved oh so much. You had the biggest smile on your face as you drove home towards school to grab some clothing and then off to Connor's place. As you pulled up into the driveway you were surprised to see your dad's car parked in the driveway, ice ran through your veins. He was supposed to be gone. You parked your car in the driveway next to your dad's and got out after turning the car off and hesitantly walked inside. Once inside your eyes locked on your dad's “What are you doing here? You were supposed to be gone.” You said.

“Change of plans. I'm going tomorrow.” He said casually.

“But I was supposed to go to Connor's after I grabbed some clothes.” You said and when you said his name his face darkened.

“You're not going. It's final.” He said a little more aggressively.

“No, I'm going. This was the plan.” You said standing up for yourself but that seemed to be a mistake because now you were slammed up against the wall. Your dad holding the collar of your shirt. You were in shock. The breath had been knocked out of you.

“You are not going and that is final.” He growled out. His eyes were hardened and you started to tremble.

“You can't do this. You promised when you're away I can stay with him.” You said his hand went to your throat and started to squeeze it, cutting the air supply off.

“Well, I'm not leaving now. So, cancel it.” He said and slammed your head against the wall and stars appeared.

“No, I won't. I'm going to stay with him.” You said barely getting the words out. He growled and released your throat and you coughed and took deep breaths in.

“You will not see him ever again. You won't talk to him ever again. That's final.” He said, “Give me your phone.” He said and you gave him the one he got for you and you watched him grab it and take it over to the counter. He threw it there and grabbed a hammer from the drawer and smashed it. Tears streamed down your face, thankfully you still had Connor's phone that he had given you in your car.

“That's my phone!” You cried out. “How else am I supposed to let you know where I'm atm?” You asked.

“Easy. You stay home 24/7. You homeschool. You will also come to conferences and such with me.” He said walking over to you

“No! I won't!” You yelled and shoved him and he stumbled back.

“Yes, you will! You're my daughter and you will do what I say!” He roared out.

“No! I wish you weren't my dad!” You yelled

“Yea? Well, I wish you were never born! You're just a whore like your mother. Maybe you should end up like her!” He yelled back and what he said made you freeze and grow wide eyed.

“I hate you! I wish Connor was my guardian!” You yelled

“Maybe he should be. It would get you off my hands. Then I could bring anybody I want to fuck and not have you here.” He said

“You already do that.” You said “It doesn't matter. I'm leaving.” You said and started to storm out but he was quicker and grabbed the back of your hoodie and pulled back choking you again slamming you down on the ground. He flipped you over and you started to fight as he startled you and wrapped his hands around your throat. You found strength you didn't know you had and pushed him off of you. You were quick to scramble to get up and out the door grabbing your keys. You got to your car and quickly got in and tore out of there through the lawn not bothering to back up. Grass and snow were thrown but you didn't care. You got onto the main road and took off. Tears streaked down your face, the events playing through your mind. You don't know how fast you were going but all of a sudden you were spinning out of control, black ice you had just hit black ice.

Your world was now spinning. You tried to control it but that just caused the car to flip, flip at least 6 times. Luckily it landed up right but then you slid into a pole crushing the passenger side. When it finally came to a stop you could breathe but then a car was barreling at you. You saw the headlights and squinted but you had no time to react because it was slamming into you hard enough to throw you to the side and further onto the pole snapping it in half. It just happened to be an electric wooden pole and that sent lines flying and electric flying. You barely got a glance of the car as he drove off. What you saw made you cry; it was your father's car he was trying to kill you. As your car rolled down the hill and threw you around and knocked your head every which way your thoughts went to your big brother. You wanted Connor. You wanted to be safe in his arms watching some cheesy stupid medical show and him making fun of it. You wanted his food. You thought about how you wanted him as your car broke through ice and plunged into the chilly water and your world went black as your head hit the steering wheel.

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Firehouse 51 was actually for once after a stressful call they had come back from. They probably were able to relax for a good 4 hours before the alarms were going off once again.

“Engine 51, Truck 81, Rescue Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Hit and run. Car in water. Location: Ellington Way.”

Everyone geared up and started their way to the location. “This does not sound good. We need to get Intelligence involved.” Kelly Severide said over the radio to Chief Wallace Boden.

“I agree. I'll get on it.” He said as everyone pulled up to the scene. They could see the skid and slide marks. Soon Boden was giving orders and Kelly was going into the water.

“Fuck, I know this car.” He said through his mic.

“Whose is it?” Boden asked

“Y/N Rhodes.” Kelly replied. “Alright, Kid. Let's get you out of here.” He said to himself and started to carefully. It took some time but he was pulling you out and surfacing the top. Everyone worked together to get you out and onto a gurney as Intelligence pulled up. You started to slowly rouse when they started to put heat and a blanket on you. “Hey there, Baby Rhodes.” Kelly said as Sylvie and Gabriela started to work on you.

“He tried to kill me.” You mumbled

“Jay!” He yelled out at Jay Halstead and he walked over “What was that, Kid?” Kelly asked wanting someone else to hear what he was hearing.

“Dad, tried to kill me. He crashed into my car after I wrecked.” You said and then started to fall back to sleep.

“Alright, we’ll look into it.” Jay said and then he nodded “Why were you driving so fast?” Jay asked.

“I had a fight with Dad. I had to get away.” You said and he nodded and then looked at the two girls and they were quickly loading you up and before you knew it you were speeding down the street towards Med, towards your brother. As you were racing towards Med Gabriela started her assessment

“Lips are blue and she is still cold to the touch.” She said and then slid a thermometer into your ear and it quickly beeped. “Temp is 95 F.” She added and then grabbed her stethoscope and put it to your chest “Heart rate is slow. Starting warm fluids.” She finished and started to do as she said. Suddenly you started to flatline “Shit, she is coding! Starting CPR!” She shouted and she did so.

“We are 3 minutes out!” Sylvie said and then your heart started again. “How are we back there?” She asked.

“Got her back.” She said and sighing. Finally, you arrived at Med and were quickly rushed in and they quickly got you in a bay. Marcel was quick to jump in and so was Will. “Y/N Rhodes, Female, 16 years old. Spun out on black ice, hit a pole, was rammed by another car and pushed it down the bank and into a frozen lake. Hypothermic but started the warming process on the way here, started warm fluids, she flatlined once and had to do CPR but got her back pretty quick. She has bruises in the form of handprints around her throat like she was being choked and he slammed her head against the wall.” Gabriela said and he nodded and as they finished transferring you to a bed. The two girls left and now everyone was working on you.

“Continue the warming process.” He said and looked up at the monitor “Temperature is coming up. I want to get x-rays here.” He said and one was brought in.

“We also need an ultrasound.” Will said as noticed the bruising around your stomach.

“What do you see?” Marcel asked

“Bruising on her stomach and it is discolored.” He said and then touched it “It’s also warm and soft.” He said and Marcel nodded as an ultrasound was brought in and done and it was confirmed that there was internal bleeding. “We need to get her into surgery now.” Will said.

“She also has a broken arm that needs to be set and broken ribs. We need to go now.” He confirmed and so they started to do so. As they were moving you Connor grabbed Will.

“What the hell is going on?” He asked

“She has some internal bleeding that needs to be taken care of and a broken arm. She also has some broken ribs from the seat belt and they are doing CPR on her.” Will said “We got to go.” He said and Connor nodded and they set off.

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As he was waiting nervously, he noticed Jay and Hailey Upton walk in and wasn’t concerned but then he walked up to Connor and now he was confused. “What’s up?” Connor asked.

“I have some news on Y/N’s crash.” Jay said and Connor nodded and led him to the doctor’s lounge.

“So?” Connor asked

“There were cameras where she crashed and we found something that you’re not going to like. After Y/N crashed into the pole a car came and crashed into her side and made it roll down the hill and into a frozen lake.” Jay said and Connor nodded.

“Sylvie and Gabriela told me that part.” Connor said

“The car that crashed into hers was your dad’s.” Hailey said and Connor was speechless.

“We have a warrant out for his arrest for attempted murder. We also got a judge to sign immediate custody papers for you to be her sole and legal guardian.” Jay said and Connor looked at him speechless.

“Wait. Really?” Connor asked and Jay nodded.

“Really. How is she?” Jay asked

“Still in surgery but Will and Marcel have high hopes of good recovery.” Connor said and Jay smiled and nodded. Will came in and saw Connor.

“Hey, Jay and Hailey. Connor, she’s out of surgery and in a room, you can see her. Room 246. Chart is at the end of bed.” Will said and Connor nodded.

“Thank you.” He said and then he, Jay, and Hailey headed to your room as Will’s pager beeped and had to leave. They walked to the room and Connor was in tears and walked in as the other two stayed outside.

“Oh, Y/N/N. I’m so sorry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you again.” He said and bent down to kiss your forehead. He looked up when heard some commotion and saw the one person he didn’t want to see, your guys’ father. He looked down at you seeing that you were still asleep and kissed your forehead one more time and walked angrily outside. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked.

“What do you mean? I’m here for my daughter. I told her not to go out driving but she didn’t listen to me.” He said and Connor saw red “How is she?” He asked.

“You tried to kill her.” Connor said

“That is not true.” He said

“Actually yes, it is. We have it on camera. Cornelius Rhodes you are under arrest for the attempted murder of your daughter, Y/N Rhodes, immediate custody and sole guardianship is to go to Connor Rhodes.” Jay said as he started to put cuffs on him.

“I did no such thing.” Cornelius said

“Yes, you did. Jay, please arrest him.” Connor pleaded and Jay nodded and grabbed his cuffs and started the process.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Jay said

“I understand.” Cornelius said and Jay nodded and they led him out of the hospital in cuffs. Connor walked back into the room and sat down and took your hand, you had warmed up considerably.

“He can’t hurt you anymore. You’re staying with me for now and forever.” Connor whispered and listened to your heart beat. “Please be alright and wake up. I need you, Sis.” He said and kissed your hand.

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6 hours later you were slowly waking up to bright lights and you groaned which woke Connor up. “Con?” You asked as your eyes opened more and he was quick to stand up and lean over you.

“I’m here, Sis. How are you feeling?” He asked

“Hurts.” You said and he smiled sympathetically.

“I’m sure it does, you have some broken bones and ribs.” He said

“He tried to kill me.” You said

“I know. It’s taken care of.” He said not wanting to overwhelm you with information.

“I don’t want to be with him anymore. I want to live with you.” You said and he smiled.

“You aren’t going to be living with him any longer. You’re going to be living with me.” He said and you smiled and you started to close your eyes again. “Go back to sleep. Rest.” He said and you nodded and went back to sleep.

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A few days later you were out of the hospital and being guided into Connor’s huge apartment. He helped you every step of the way. While you were out, he went to his father’s house and picked up all of your stuff. “Where do you want to sit right now?” He asked.

“The couch.” You said and he nodded and helped guide you over and helped you sit down.

“I’m going to get your medication out and ready and I’ll bring it to you in a minute, ok?” He asked and you nodded your head.

“Ok.” You said and got comfortable. The bruises were still there and he saw red when he saw them. He walked into the kitchen and did what he said he was going to do and then was bringing it out to you with something to drink. He sat down and handed the pills to you and you put them in your mouth and took the drink and washed them down. Once the water was gone you leaned back and closed your eyes and he smiled and he put the now empty glass on the table. He got comfortable and then you were snuggling into him. He smiled and kissed your temple. He turned on the TV and turned the volume low. “Con?” You asked.

“Hmmmm?” He asked

“Thank you for being the best big brother.” You said and smiled.

“Thank you for being the best little sister.” He said and you chuckled but groaned. “You, ok?” He asked and you opened your eyes and looked at him.

“Yea, my ribs just hurt.” You said and he nodded.

“Those painkillers should be kicking in soon. That should go away.” He said

“What happened to dad?” You asked and he sighed he knew this was coming.

“He was arrested for attempting to murder you. He rammed into your car and pushed it down a hill and into a frozen lake.” He said and you nodded. “But he is never going to be near you or have custody of you ever. You’re stuck with me forever, well until you're 18 and then it becomes your decision.” He said and nodded.

“Good. I love you, Big Bro.” You said

“I love you too, Lil’ Sis.” He said

Now that you live with your big brother you have freedom and can do what you want and hang out with who you want. Life was finally turning around for the good and you had Connor to thank for that. All it took was a car accident and your dad trying to murder you but you were with the one person that you should’ve been with a while ago. You may have had blood ties to your father but that bond was broken and it had been broken for a while but now you were safe now. Safe with Connor and he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.

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