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ebdaydreamer · 4 years ago

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Hawaiian shirts

Written for @viktorkrumn in the @b99fandomevents summer fic exhange.

Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV)

Pairing: Peraltiago

Summary: It's the Peralta-Santiago's first summer together, and the funfair is in town. The result? Sugar, stuffed toys, competitions, and Hawaiian shirts.

[AO3]

It was a warm summer evening, quickly turning into a warm summer night. Screams of joy harmonised with circus music were the score of the evening, and the colourful lights from the travelling funfair were the scenery. It was the picture of family fun and childhood joy.

Not far from the funfair, bathed in its lights and the music echoing around them, Jake and Amy sat on a picnic bench, soaked to the bone, completely freezing as Mac giggled happily to himself, admiring his new Hawaiian shirt.

Jake tugged his own Hawaiin shirt a little more tightly around himself, pointedly watching Mac and not looking at Amy’s death stare.

“Well, this was a great idea.”

Earlier that day

“It’s a great idea! Come on, Ames, please?” Jake begged.

Amy rolled her eyes affectionately at him. “And who would look after Mac?”

“He’ll come with us!” Jake said.

Amy adjusted her hold on Mac to look more directly at Jake, “He’s only a few months old-”

“Yeah, Exactly!” Jake threw his arms up in the air, “he’ll have a great time!”

“There’s nothing for him to do. He can’t go on any of the rides, he can’t play any games, he can’t eat any of the snacks-”

“Wait,” Jake cut her off, suddenly seeming serious. “He can’t eat cotton candy yet?”

She cocked her head at him and said sternly, “No, he can’t.”

“But it’s just sugar! It melts in your mouth!” Jake waved his hands even more, then leant forwards to look Mac in the eyes. “Sorry bud, gonna have to wait a bit longer on that one. Don’t worry, when you're older I’ll buy you all the candy you want.”

Amy hit his shoulder with the back of her hand but giggled at her husband’s dramatics. Jake didn’t flinch and just looked up at her adoringly. “Come on, Ames. He’ll love it.”

“He’ll be bored and crying the entire time,” she reasoned.

Jake straightened up, and after a quick gesture and a well-practised pass, he began bouncing their son gently. “I disagree, don’t you buddy?” He looked down, his entire face lit up, and Mac’s tiny fist bopped him on the nose. “He’ll love all the lights and the colours and the music, and they usually have some really little rides we can take him on, and we can win him a brand new teddy bear, can’t we Macky?”

Amy beamed at the scene in front of her, won over by Jake’s argument. But she wasn’t about to completely let him off. “And Daddy can buy a bunch of candy?”

“Well, yeah, obviously Daddy’s gonna buy a bunch of candy.”

Three hours later, the small family had ridden the small train ride, eaten five hotdogs between them, watched Mac scream with glee at the top of the Ferris wheel, lost at the ring toss, spun around madly on the spinning teacups and had just won some fluffy round toy at the hook-a-duck.

“I think we should call him Arnold,” Amy suggested as she studied the purple fluff ball, before placing it in Mac’s grabbing hands.

Jake offered his arm to Amy as he began to push the stroller, and she curled up beside him instantly. Jake planted a quick kiss to the top of her head before asking, “Why Arnold?”

“Because he looks like Ginny’s pygmy puff,” she explained, “from Harry Potter.”

Jake smiled, “That thing was called Arnold? I completely forgot. Wasn’t the Weasley owl called Errol?”

“Yup,” Amy grinned, pleased he remembered, “That family is terrible at naming things.”

Jake chuckled, “You think because there were so many of them they just ran out of ideas?”

Amy laughed, not one of the laughs where she split her sides laughing, but a smaller one, Jake noticed, softer, less like she found what he said funny but more that she was just so happy she had to let it out in a laugh. Jake matched it, feeling exactly the same. Ten years ago he never would have imagined that he would be here, at a funfair with his wife and his son, cracking jokes about Harry Potter, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world - in fact, he’d live this day a thousand times over if he could.

“Arnold it is then,” Jake said. “If this kid doesn’t grow up loving Harry Potter it’ll be a miracle.”

“Oh, he will love Harry Potter,” Amy said, her tone demanding. “He’ll hate J.K. Rowling, but he’ll love Harry Potter. You’re gonna read to him and do the voices, and I’ll explain to him how to consume media critically.”

Jake furrowed his brows. “And how old is he in this scenario?”

“Well, we’ll start reading it to him first, and I’ll ease him into the critical thinking once he’s old enough.” Jake could feel Amy buzzing beside him as the cogs in her brain began to turn, and Jake knew she was about to go into explicit detail about the syllabus she’d devised for their son.

And Jake swore he was about to listen, but a bright blue sign caught the corner of his eye and his brain jumped somewhere else.

“Ooo! Slushies!”

Jake heard Amy laugh behind him as he redirected the stroller to the stand.

“I’ll have a mix of every flavour. Ames, what do you want?” Jake asked his wife.

Amy shook her head. “I’ve had enough sugar for today. I don’t want to have to plan an emergency trip to the dentist anytime soon.”

Jake shrugged. “Suit yourself, babe.”

As Jake bounced in place waiting for his giant slush, Amy eyed the nearby stalls, trying to figure out which ones were scams and which ones were doable (they’d already lost enough at the ring toss), when a certain game caught Amy’s eye.

“I can’t wait to drink this,” Jake practically squealed, presenting his sugary monstrosity to her.

“And I can’t wait to take you to the dentist,” Amy joked, before turning to stare at him dead in the eye, “Right after I take you down.”

Jake raised his brow at her intensity, “Ok, I am officially both scared and turned on. What did you have in mind?”

Not breaking eye contact, Amy pointed at the stall labelled ‘Water Gun Fun’. “Winner gets to decide what we do next weekend. I hope you’re ready to learn because I have so many museums I want to take Mac to.”

“Well, I hope you’re ready to get sand all over the car, because when I win we’re having a beach day.”

“Deal.”

And with the terms set, Amy grabbed the stroller and strode over to the stall with ferocity, aware Jake was walking at a much more relaxed pace behind her. She handed the money to the teenage girl manning the stall (who honestly looked a little afraid of her) and grabbed the water gun in hand.

She turned to her husband with a grin. “You ready-”

“Absolutely.”

“-to lose? The whole question was are you ready to lose, loser,” Amy fired back at him.

Jake’s smile of amusement morphed into a wicked grin. He lowered his multi-coloured slush, resting it in one of the pockets of Mac’s stroller.

“It’s on.”

“Ha! Say goodbye to your museums, Amy! We’re going on a beach day!” Jake cheered, selecting a giant teddy bear as a prize from the very confused teenager.

Amy giggled, “Jake! That bear is too big! It’s almost bigger than Mac!”

“So?” Jake shrugged. Who wouldn’t want a giant cuddle friend?”

Jake knelt down. “Ok, bud, if you just hold this-” he placed the slush next to Mac, “and then I can fit this-”

As Jake began stuffing the giant teddy bear into the pocket area underneath the pram, and Amy laughed at this ridiculous bear, neither of them noticed Mac’s attention leaving the fluffball Arnold, only to be drawn to the colourful object beside him.

“You’re never gonna fit that in there,” said Amy, lingering over his shoulder.

Jake batted her away. “Watch the magician at work, babe!”

But Amy never did get to see Jake’s supposed magic skills, as the next thing they knew was water falling down on them, only for them to realise that it was too cold to be rain, and too sticky to be water.

They looked down at their son, saw the empty plastic cup, and the colourful stains he was covered in.

“At least we got these dope matching shirts, Ames,” Jake tried to cheer his freezing cold wife up, gesturing to the Hawaiian shirts Jake had found at a nearby shop and insisted they had to buy to get out of their wet clothes.

Amy groaned, “We’re all gonna need a bath tonight.”

“Hey,” Jake reached across the table to put his hands on hers, “We had fun, right? And Mac had the time of his life.”

Amy huffed, “He’s not old enough to have had much else exciting happen to him.”

“But he will, but this was a pretty great start.”

Amy let a small smile out. “You are never having one of those things ever again.”

“Spoilsport,” Jake protested, but his smile got even wider.

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 5 years ago

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Extinction (Sebastian Stan x You)

Character: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: The world was suffering from a zombie apocalypse. You fell off the train, everybody thought you were dead but turns out you survived from the fall and came back to try and heal your angered, broken heart but with vengeance.

Warning: This probably sucks? Other than that, none. XD

Words: 2,940

A/N: Inspired by the movie Resident Evil. (Love that movie so bad!) But the whole story isn't based on it. I made my own plot. I just took some characters from the game. 😊 I didn't even know how I ended up typing this? Feedbacks are very much appreciated! Aaaaaaaaaah! I’ve made a zombie apocalypse one for Chris Evans as well. Entitled ‘Barely Alive’ and it currently has two parts. Link is right under this author’s note.

BARELY ALIVE (CHRIS EVANS X YOU) (1ST PART)

Disclaimer: GIF and pictures used are not mine, only the edits are and the whole book of course.

Everybody was huffing once they've stepped foot on the train, each one completely exhausted from the zombie-human chase that has happened with your group of people who was safe from the infection. The faces of the other group who had been in the train looked relieved that there was still survivors, people who were the same as them, and deep down in your hearts all of you know there were more. Faith was all you were holding on to, the faith to live and stay alive.

There's nothing wrong in having faith, it makes each person stronger. You know everybody who was stepping on the same train as you were strong individuals, people who are striving to stay alive with the world crumbling apart because of the apocalypse.

"This is our train," A shaggy, greasy, long haired man spat, those dark hues filled with fear, overthinking that your group plans on taking the train away from them. You stepped back apprehensively, avoiding the man's rude attitude as Chris (Evans) decided to handle the whole situation since you weren't good at talking to ill-mannered people.

"We won't take your train, we just needed a lift to Arcadia," He calmly spoke to the man, hoping he would cooperate and understand the situation at hand. The man still looked agitated by your entrance, his spot was suddenly taken when the leader of their group named Jill stepped in front of him, standing tall and intimidating. Her face slightly tainted by the mixture of dirt, sweat and blood, eyes holding no emotions. "We're headed there, you guys got lucky this time," She slightly smiled, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. You were quick to read the sadness behind those eyes of hers, it was the hint of grief that some of their people have been taken by the infected.

Your eyes scanned your small group of people, Robert's there..Jeremy, Anthony, Paul, Elizabeth, Aaron, Scarlett, basically the whole Marvel cast with their families and the DC cast included. You were the only person whose family was taken away from the Umbrella Corporation. A stranger in a group of famous people, and the only normal human who had survived. You didn't know why your family were the only one who was taken when the others were given as a bait for the dead and only were the only one who had survived from their harsh abduction.

Those dazzling blue eyes you've grown to love landed on yours, a look that says he was relieved you were still standing before him, alive and kicking with no wounds nor scratches. You were all lucky enough to have outrun them this time. Sebastian was quick to engulf you in his arms, hugging you off your feet as you knotted your arms around his neck, hiding your face in between his shoulder, feeling tears forming in your eyes. You were scared for your life and what future does it hold for you both and for everyone. "Shhh," Your lover sweetly hushed, giving your back gentle caresses. You heard him sniff and instantly you knew he was feeling the same way as you.

"We'll survive this apocalypse, we just gotta stick together, Y/N." Everybody was now hugging their loved ones. frightened for what was about to come. Sebastian unwrapped his arms around you, taking your face in his pretty, large hands. It felt soft and slight calloused all together, his eyes looked down on you lovingly, pupils blown in affection, "I love you, we'll stick together until the end..and I'll love you till my last breath, please don't think about giving up,"

Everybody was hugging each other, except from one person who despised you the most when you came into Sebastian's life..Her name was Valentine/Meredith. She was Sebastian's ex-girlfriend, he loves you more than anything in the world, he did everything he didn't do for her, he became the best lover that Y/N dreamed of. A dream that was once wished by Valentine/Meredith. The expected jealousy was bubbled up inside of her, resulting it to turn bigger, rotting till she couldn't handle anymore.

She did rot. Even though she wasn't a Zombie, the jealousy inside of her began to rot till she did the most malintent thing she ever done in her life.

"N-No! S-Stop!" You groaned and choked around the hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Your hands wrapped on the edges of the opened train door, grasping for dear life. You could hear the high-pitched whistle of the air, tempting to try and suck you out of the train.

Your face was beginning to turn paler as each second passes by, lungs starting to desperately heave for some air. Yet, the stranger who had your neck around his large hand appeared to plan on choking till you could see the other side of the world. Death.

"It was you! You and your psychopathic family started this apocalypse!" He shouted, brown eyes glowing with ire.

"T-Those are lies!!!" Your voice croaked, desperately trying to unlatch the stranger's hand--lets name him Will since you've heard Jill talk to the bulky, bald man a while ago-- He didn't stop though, he was triggered to tighten his hold. Sucking the air out of your lungs, "I-I have nothing to do with my father's scientific profession! I know nothing!!"

"LIES! Valentine/Meredith told me every secret you held! Your family was taken by the Umbrella Corporation! You're fucking connected to those son of a bitches!" He spat aloud. You desperately scanned your surroundings. Nobody was around, it was just you, him and an empty train.

Y/N just had to take a piss when suddenly she was pulled by the huge guy who gripped her by the hair so hard, locking them up in the other side of a train where people weren't around. Sebastian was in a group meeting with the others, talking about some plans when your bladder decided to burst in the wrong time.

You couldn't help stop nature.

"You're the fucking antidote that they needed! Your blood is the medicine and answer to this nightmare!" His fingers began to tighten more, leaving no air to enter your throat, making your face turn paler and bluer as each damned second passed by. Your vision was beginning to turn hazy and everything was spinning around.

"The Umbrella corporation will come back and get you! We can't afford another death in our group and even with yours! You're the one who deserves to die! You deserve to get found and get experimented!"

Half of your feet were dangling on the edge of the train. Your heart accelerating as fast as how the train was going. The heavy, harsh wind slapping your face, telling you that you were about to die any moment. Will was forcefully pushing you back, his eyes glowing with feral anger. Only one train of thought running in his mind. He needed the kill.

"S-Somebody! Help! Sebastian!" You desperately breathed, clawing at his hands harsher, but it seemed too feeble to unlatch as you were slowly getting vincible, your strength slowly faltering.

Your bulging eyes hastily searched for any person who could help you. Will was a pretty large person and you..you were small, frail and stiff. Fighting him off would just be a waste of energy because you know you were no match with him.

However, that tiny faith in you screamed to fight him. Use those techniques you see in the movies. There was no harm in trying, and so you did.

Will was a big guy, but he's surely an idiot for bringing you close and breathing in your face because the world just turned upside down and you've immediately gotten the upper hand when you reached up and roughly pressed his eyes, emitting a guttural scream from the large man. He released your throat, clutching onto his stingy eyes as he moved aside and you've gotten the chance to run, sprinting on the way to the door in haste.

All the pieces of your heart fell apart when a very unbelievable scene unfolded behind the clear train door. An imaginary hand crawling up to your chest, giving it a tight squeeze, making the ache unbearable to handle.

Why? Because Sebastian was fucking kissing Valentine/Meredith.

The pain in your throat came back, but it wasn't because you were being choked again. You could feel your heart sting so bad as Sebastian stood in front of her, his back on you and Valentine's/Meredith's face that you wanted to stab a million times. She was a bitch indeed.

You tightened your palms in either side of you, forgetting the fact that you were in the middle of getting choked to death and thrown outside the train. Your heart was palpitating with different kinds of reason. Anger, pain, jealousy and fear.

Your hand was about to grab the lock, yet you were left banging a hand on the clear door once you felt Will's hand painfully pulling at your roots, yelling a scream that caught everyone's attention at the other side of the door.

Sebastian was utterly frozen in spot when the woman who he held no feelings stood on her tiptoes and pressed a disgusting kiss on his lips, having no shame that everybody was around but were busy talking except from one of his friend named Mackie who clearly bulged his eyes out when she maliciously kissed him in front of them.

She was a damn, hard headed vixen who didn't care about her dignity and had no shame.

Unfortunately, you didn't see Sebastian push her off, reacting with such hostility that made her regret what she did. "What the fuck, Valentine/Meredith?! What the hell's wrong with you?!"

Then he heard a heart stopping scream.

A scream that came from you.

He was fast to turn around, scared of what happened to the love of his life. Yet, he was too late.

Y/N had already fell off the train.

It was that exact moment he knew that his heart would never forgive himself because you were gone.

Just like that, and he won't ever forget to cry every night, mourning for his dying heart.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

6 months after:

"You sure there's still survivors in here?" Claire Redfield asked in a hushed whisper, an American special police officer who was the leader of your group. The sweet-smelling, woody scent of pine trees breezed around all four of you as you stood below a huge, beige Meditteranean house that looked untouched and placid. The house looking clear from the infected.

The four of you decided to check the house, Leon claiming that he saw somebody run from behind the back garden. You didn't know what got into you, but you automatically stood up from your seat of the bus and volunteered to come. Claire didn't hesitate for you to join with them since she knew how trained you are. She knew how tough you got from all the training and sparring you did with her. You weren't the softy that everyone knew before, you were trained to fight and be strong for the better of your future, putting aside those tears and feelings on the ground.

You've changed, you're trying to change and it was for the better. You hoped in the back of your mind.

There were still a lot of survivors inside the bus, currently waiting for what was about to come and anticipating who or what was inside the mansion. All of you stood still as you nervously stand on the porch. Leon was picking on the lock of the door knob, a tiny, faded click signalling everyone that he finally had it open.

"Positive, Claire." You whispered, keeping the gun back in your holster, hiding behind Leon. He wrenched the door knob opened, Eerie silence welcomed you, alerting everyone's senses. You took light steps while parading in, your boots sounding so quiet and theirs as well.

"How sure are you, Y/N?"

You kept your mouth shut, you didn't know how you were sure. It was what your heart could feel, and in the vague point of your mind, a tiny voice was yelling that there was someone in there and despite of your fragmented heart, you hoped it was someone you knew. Someone you loved, and a certain person who broke your heart. Leaving nothing but anger inside your shattered soul.

You fixed your crouching postures once your team stopped inside a circle of a marbled, black floor. The ceiling was too high to reach, a very lavish chandelier dangling on top of your heads. Your hearts skipped a beat when you heard faded foot steps echoing around.

"I am strangling you alive when we're compromised, Y/N!" Leon whisper-yelled. Leaving Claire's question unanswered. You felt a ball stuck in your throat as your eyes skimmed around the mansion, your heart skipping a beat from nervousness, anticipating for what or who was living inside the place.

Everybody heard an ear-wrecking creak, your eyes roamed from left to right, the sound continuously perceptible. "Something's going to fall," Leon uttered, senses on full alert. The creaking sound stopping just as all your breaths did and with a quick clang, everybody knew it was the chandelier falling.

Everybody ducked, rolled and maneuvered away from the circle, leaving you alone and distracted by the hushed whispers echoing inside a certain room from the second floor, seeing a silhouette disappearing in the shadows. Your hands were trembling, breath stopping and eyes focused on the falling chandelier above you. Is that how it all ends for you? To get killed by a huge chandelier falling on your head?

"Y/N!" Your team screamed for your name, your feet were rooted on the ground, trying to accept the fate of your death. Your foot trembled once you took a step back, was it all too late?

Then, you felt a body harshly pushing you away. Your body landing on the floor with a loud and painful thud, your head hitting the floor, the world spun around you like a whirlpool. Darkness hugging you for a moment or so until you realized a warm body was hovering above you, coughing out the dust that was flying all around.

With a blink of an eye, you were met with the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen, the eyes of the man you had ever loved with all your heart, and the only man who have crushed your heart into pieces from the moment your life changed when you fell on that train all the way to Arcadia.

"Y/N??"

His Steele blue eyes turned duller, losing it's glimmer. Earning dark eye bags underneath his feature that you loved the most. The color of his face lost a ton, making him look less happy with his life.

The man above you was like a different man and you were in shock. Completely flabbergasted with your mouth ajar, you've longed for him, for his touch and the warmth radiating off him whenever you both were together.

Yet, everything felt different with the pain inside of your soul. You hardly closed your mouth, spitting out a name that seemed difficult to verbally say for you as he was finally up close and personal for the first time after the accident happened.

You were choking in your own words, mouth keeping a straight line, blinking in the tight feeling forming inside your chest. It was too painful to look at him because all you could recall was the memories with him, coming at you one by one.

"Sebastian?"

It's that exact moment you knew you were dying inside. As much as how he did when he thought he would never get to see you again.

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fallout4treasures · 5 years ago

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I’m bored. Here are my actor choices for a Fallout 4 movie.

I don’t think it’s everyone, but it still took me all day.

I tried to keep them in a rough order of appearance.

Also, I based Nate and Nora off of the games’ preset. However, if I were actually casting a movie, I would just have open auditions. But anyway, here we go.

Nate:

Milo Ventimiglia

It was between him and Jensen Ackles. But honestly, I already had my Nora choice in my heart and I could just see Milo and her running to the vault in a panic together. If that’s not enough I saw Nate in him instantly. The widowed soldier desperately looking for his son in the annihilated future. Plagued with nightmares, but he would still stay warm and uplifting. Milo + Jumpsuit + Dogmeat = Yes, please.

Nora:

Anne Hathaway

Anything I say about her won’t do her justice. First off, she’s easily one of the most talented actors of all time. From the Princess Diaries to Les Miserables, she has proved time and time again that she can be anyone she wants to. Could she be a full-of-life but grief ridden mother, making new friends and enemies while shooting her way through the Commonwealth to find her kidnapped child? In her fucking sleep. Plus her presence would be plenty strong enough to stand up to any of the rest of our star studded, “would-be” cast.

Codsworth & all the Mr. Handy bots(voice):

Tim Curry

I just want to see it, I have no other excuse.

Conrad Kellogg:

Christopher Meloni

I kept wanting to go with Jeffery Dean Morgan, but I just didn’t think I could learn to hate that face the way I hate Kellogg’s. But then once I thought of Christopher there was no other choice. He can do the voice and the terrifying, non-emotional thing with no issue. (His character seriously got to me in Handmaid’s Tale.) But he could also be relatable enough to actually feel for Kellogg while diving through his memories.

Preston Garvey:

John Boyega

I had definitely forgotten about John when I was browsing through. My husband and I actually discussed him versus Donald Glover for awhile. In the end we decided that Boyega’s Preston would have a stronger stoic side as well as the fun loving friend. I think he would effortlessly display Preston’s disappointment in the Minutemen, as well as his survivor’s guilt.

Sturges:

Chris Pratt

This part is way too small for Chris nowadays, but I really think he could fall into Sturges’ carefree 50’s mechanic vibe. Plus I could see him throwing in a new sarcastic side to him that could be fun. If not, then I think he would still take him on perfectly, line for line.

Mama Murphy:

Helen Mirren

She’s powerful. She’s gorgeous. I would almost be afraid she would steal from anyone else on screen with her. And yet, it’s the surreal power that’s needed to make Mama Murphy a real life character. So there ya go.

Paladin Danse:

John Krasinski

Have you seen him in Jack Ryan? I really think he could embody Danse, heart and soul. From his hardened and serious outsides to his soft, broken, and vulnerable insides. He would play the soldier with so much heart, and would probably have us sobbing when he struggles over his new identity. (Me being in love with both of them has absolutely nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.) Plus him in a flight suit. Nuff said.

Piper Wright:

Kat Dennings

First off, she’s freaking gorgeous. Second, I think Piper’s fiery personality would fit her like a glove. Plus she would take on the role of Nat’s big sister perfectly. If you’ve seen her in Thor then you already know she makes an excellent side-kick and adds some great comic relief.

Mayor McDonough:

Alec Baldwin

I jumped around a lot with this one. I even considered people like James Spader and Jack Nicholson (too old, I know). But then I remembered Alec’s ability to lay on the cheeeeeese. I have no doubt he could handle McDonough’s suspicious but seemingly normal character, and transitioning into his manic and desperate attempt to stay alive. Plus, he would nail his “I am not a synth!” speech, finding the perfect balance of creepy and welcoming.

Ellie Perkins:

Ellie Kemper

She has an adorable, scrappy, and loving personality that glows every time she’s on screen. I don’t think I’ve seen her in anything serious, personally, but I bet she’d be up for the challenge. Especially to fill the role for someone cute and spunky like Ellie.

Nick Valentine:

Liev Schreiber

I really, really struggled with this one. Obviously CGI and other special effects would have to happen no matter what, but whoever I chose still had to have those serious eyes, warm and friendly smile, and that old Boston gumshoe voice. Cue Liev. He’s probably a touch young, but if we’re already using CGI anyway so who cares.

Elder Arthur Maxson:

Tom Hardy

I don’t even feel the need to explain myself here. Venom. That’s all I’ll say.

X6-88:

Michael B. Jordan

As sweet as his smile is, I feel like the minute Jordan pulls on a stone cold look, blood would drain the face of whoever was playing opposite of him. However he would easily be able to add the oddly comforting touch X6 has when he watches over the Sole Survivor.

Desdemona:

Laura Prepon

Her commanding and sexy vibe in everything she plays is absolutely perfect. At least for me. She’s a bit young, but I think it would be easy enough to age her up. She would naturally become the leader of the Railroad, and would totally scare the piss out of everyone in her way.

Deacon:

Ryan Alosio

Yep, the man himself. He’s got the look, the charisma, and he can obviously do Deac’s iconic voice. Don’t fix what’s not broken. If you’re not convinced, watch this very impressive reel of his. Or do it anyway because DAMN. It was shameful how quickly I fell in love.

https://www.imdb.com/video/vi3911957785?ref_=nmvi_vi_imdb_1

Tinker Tom:

Anthony Mackie

Tom has a whole lot of energy to keep up with. I pushed him off to one of the last ones I chose because he is just so unique, and I actually needed my husband’s opinion. We finally settled on the talented and energetic Anthony. He’s goofy, absolutely lovable, and would probably have way too much fun playing into the crazy conspiracy bits.

Father(Old Man Shaun):

Gary Oldman

I feel bad not giving this brilliant actor a bigger role. His chameleon ability could land him almost anything here, but his soft but strong voice is literally perfect for Father’s. Just age him up a bit and he’ll melt into the role like with everything he doeswewse. He would make the reunion with Shaun 1000x more intense and emotional, and I could see him almost convincing all of us to join the Institute. I mean, it’s Gary fucking Oldman.

(Side Quest Characters)

John Hancock:

James Franco

I actually couldn’t believe I hadn’t put this together before. I’m starting to wonder if Hancock was actually written for James. Super chill, but not scared to get shit done. Including taking care of Finn in the most casual and Godfather way possible within the first few moments of meeting him. Then afterward he would take some chems with Sole and talk about life for awhile. I’m totally okay with this idea.

Robert MacCready:

James Marsden

I’ll be honest, I have never played with MacCready before. I had to watch some videos to get a feel for it but in the end I feel like I found a solid choice. I know he’s “pretty” but throw on some scruff, dirt, and a green cap and he’s there. Think Westworld.

Cait:

Karen Gillan

Cait can kick my ass any day, and that’s how I feel about Karen. They are both just so breathtakingly badass. Any sole survivor would struggle to keep from lusting after her, and then caring deeply as they worked through her drug addiction.

Curie:

Mélanie Laurent

Both Curie and Melanie are just innocently stunning and can light up a room with a smile. Curie would be especially difficult because not only is she gorgeous, but she’s almost always the smartest one in the room, but I think Melanie could do her justice.

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So there is our very expensive cast list!

There’s a lot here that I feel on the fence about but this was still a lot of fun to do. I’m sure there are other actors that I have forgotten that could take on these characters too, so let me know what you would have done differently!

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saiilorstars · 5 years ago

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 14: Wonderland Blues

/ Previous Chapters /

Fandom: Law & Order SVU

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Original female character

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

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Chapter Summary: Montserrat begins to feel the dread of her upcoming birthday. She also loses something of hers...

Montserrat checked her phone one more time as she headed into the D.A's building. She'd gotten a text - several texts and calls - from Casey and Rafael, both leaving urgent voicemails. She had to be at Rafael's office ASAP. She hurried down the hallway and made a swift turn for Rafael's office.

"Hi," she gave a quick greeting to Carmen and pointed towards the shut doors. "Is he in there?"

Carmen didn't get the opportunity to answer because Montserrat had gone right in. She came to a skidded stop midway when she saw her brother sitting at the desk, along with Casey and Rafael.

"Oh n-n-n-n-n-no," Montserrat began to shake her head - and finger for that matter - once she realized what the plan was. "I am not-"

"Montse," Casey rose from her seat, but Montserrat violently pointed at her to stop.

"Don't!"

"Novak-"

Montserrat turned her finger on Rafael. "Especially don't!"

"For once I agree with her!" Gael also stood up, ready to go.

"Yes, I think for once we're on the same page," Montserrat shrugged and turned to leave...only to bump into her father. The ginger stumbled back a couple steps. "...Dad?"

"Hello Montserrat," Thomas Novak looked down at her daughter with a sharpness only a father could have. "Sit down."

Montserrat lost her bravery there and then. I'm almost 30 and he still does this to me! With a frown, she turned and headed for the chair Casey left open. She glared at her ginger cousin. "I can't believe you called our Dad on us." Her eyes then flickered to Rafael standing next to Casey. "And I can't believe you were on board with it."

"On board with it?" he scoffed. "It was my idea."

If Montserrat was irritated before, she was now furious. "What...the hell…?"

"Was exactly what I said," Gael muttered in his chair.

"Can we have a couple minutes alone, please?" Thomas asked the two lawyers in the room.

"Of course, uncle Thomas," Casey nodded her head. She looked over to Rafael and when he nodded, she took the lead out.

Thomas cleared his throat once they were alone. "I cannot believe my grown up son and daughter are fighting like...children."

"Dad-"

"Montserrat Irene, I suggest you not talk until I am finished," Thomas snapped. "It is ridiculous, and frankly embarrassing, that your argument has gotten to the point where your cousin, and your co-worker, felt the need to call me." He brought a hand to his nose, pinching the bridge of it. "What, pray tell, is it that has you two arguing like cats and dogs?"

Gael took the lead in answering, and fast. "Montse, here, said you weren't a good father-"

"-that's not what I said!" Montserrat exclaimed, turning on her chair. "Daddy, that's not what I said!" she almost whined like when they were children and she was accused of being the typical annoying little sister.

"Yes it was!" Gael shouted at her.

"Enough!" Thomas overpowered the two with a mere call.

"Daddy, that's not what I meant when I said that," Montserrat pushed herself up from her chair. "I was doing a case where a mother had to leave her kid alone for a couple days because she had no one to watch her. I was only making a comparison, saying how you used to leave Gael and I alone too. But I would never say that you were a bad father."

"Well, I know that, sweetie," Thomas walked over to her, setting his hands on her shoulders. "Is that really why you're arguing?"

Montserrat shot her brother a glare. "Yes. Gael, over here, doesn't get it. He started bringing in things about Mom and-"

"I said that Regina-" Gael made a point in saying their mother's name as if it belonged to a stranger, unlike his sister who still called her 'mom' despite her abandonment, "-was the bad parent. She was the culprit of our difficulties growing up."

"It's not how you said it," Montserrat snapped, turning to face her brother. "You made it seem like I was ignoring what Mom-"

"-Regina-"

"-who cares!" Montserrat exclaimed. "Point is, you made things a lot bigger than they needed to be. You took my words the worst way possible. You think I forgot what Mom did to us? You think I forgot that Mom abandoned us? That she left us? well I haven't. I know exactly what she did. I may not remember her, but I will always remember what she did to us."

Montserrat's eyes had teared up with memories she couldn't even remember. Regina Novak was a scarce memory of a four year old. She never knew what hurt most: barely remembering their mother, or remembering everything about her and missing her completely.

"Montse…" Gael sighed, bringing a hand to his ruffled dark hair.

"I am sorry about things, about shouting…" Montserrat moved towards her brother with the intention of hugging him if he allowed it. "About everything I'm...I'm sorry."

Gael nodded, acknowledging her words. He took his baby sister into a tight hug. "I'm sorry too, Montse."

"Great, now that it's settled," Thomas clapped his hands together, "If you ever make me do this again I will ground both of you until you're sixty."

"Gael's almost there anyways," Montserrat mumbled and earned a playful shove from Gael.

"I'm 40 and you're 10!"

"Twenty nine," Montserrat smirked.

"Going on 30. Soon, I may add."

Montserrat's smirk faded. A minute later, she turned back to her father. "Dad!"

~ 0 ~

Kara Mackie strode into the precinct's bullpen with a cheery, secretive smile until she came to the first desk with a familiar detective. "Good afternoon, detective."

Sonny smiled almost as brightly as she had coming in. "Afternoon Miss Mackie, Your roommate isn't here right now."

"Good, I was aiming for a moment where she wasn't here," Kara looked around and saw the rest of the squad in the break room. "Montserrat's birthday is coming up next month. It's the big 3-0 and I'm throwing a surprise birthday party for her. Think your team's interested in going?"

Sonny leaned back in his chair with a growing smile. "I think they might be. What's on the menu?"

"Whatever you're cooking," Kara easily answered with. Sonny raised his eyebrows in amusement, nearly laughing at how easily Kara had set everything up.

"I'm just kidding, though. I haven't thought it through exactly but I'm thinking of having the party at a restaurant. That's why I'm starting early on this planning thing."

Before Sonny could say something about that, they started to hear familiar voices carrying into the bullpen until they saw Montserrat coming in - in a quick paced walk - with Rafael tailing her.

"Are you really doing this, Novak?" he followed her directly to her desk.

"You mean, like, never talking to you again? Yeah, I am!" she shook her head and plopped down into her chair. "That's my plan and I'm sticking to it. You can pass the message to Casey."

Rafael pinched the bridge of his nose, so irritated with Montserrat right now he could shake her like a salt shaker. "Montserrat, Casey and I were trying to help. I was trying to help!"

"So you called my dad!? Like I was 10!? You see the problem with that, right?"

Kara exchanged a look with Sonny, both thinking the same thing.

"It's like if I would call your mom and...how old are you again?"

Rafael dropped his hand to his side and took in a deep breath. "Montserrat, I swear to God you're making this-"

"-I'm doing what now?" Montserrat frowned at him, her voice sharpening. "You're going to tell me I'm doing what now?"

Rafael sighed. He knew that challenging voice was just a trap for him. Whatever answer he gave, she would kill him. He sat on the edge of her desk and looked down at her for a good minute in which her glare did not waver. "Can I buy you lunch?"

Though she tried her best, Montserrat couldn't help the brief smile that came to her face. She rolled her eyes and looked away. "You can't just fix things with lunch."

"I can certainly try," Rafael said in amusement. "We can go for dinner later if you prefer."

"Stop," she ordered but she was near smiling again.

"We can try that French place you found last week," he continued on since it was clear he was getting through to her. "Or we can go to the bistro from down the block. Pick one."

Montserrat made a show of rolling her eyes again, as if he were just annoying her again, and practically forced herself to agree as if she wasn't hungry. "Fine," she got up and reached for her bag under her desk. "But I'm getting dessert. Twice."

"Of course you are," Rafael smirked as Montserrat took the lead out. He walked on after her, still carrying that confident air the others knew so well.

"Those two need to get a room already!" Kara nearly burst into laughter once they'd left. She looked at Sonny who couldn't seem more at home, as if he'd seen this before. "They just squabbled like an old married couple and he-" she pointed in Rafael's direction, "-just totally catered to her. Montse you idiot!"

~ 0 ~

"You're not off the hook," Montserrat said to Rafael after leaving their chosen restaurant. "You and Casey are... something else. You just happen to owe me a little less than Casey right now."

"I should be way ahead, I listened to you talk for an hour and a half straight."

Montserrat made a slow turn in front of him, forcing him to stop for a second. "Really? You didn't look that bored."

Rafael leveled her look with his own sarcasm. "Oh, right, because I was so excited to learn your biggest dream as a kid was to be a ballerina. Real original, by the way."

"What - hey!" she frowned. "Most girls at ten wanted to be a princess. I was original." Rafael scoffed and moved past her, leaving her to follow. "And I did practice! I was actually good, thank you very much."

"I'm eager to see the videos," he plainly said, making her roll her eyes. Truth be told, he was glad to have her back to normal. Sure it also meant she was in her prime state to irritate the hell out of him, but it was more fun anyways.

It gave him the chance to come up with new quick-witted responses.

~0~

In the evening when Montserrat was leaving work, she got a call from Kara asking her to stop by the salon first. It gave her the perfect chance to tease Sonny right before leaving.

"Unfortunately, you're not going on a date tonight," she stuck her tongue out at Sonny, very maturely of course, as she grabbed her things to go.

"No worries, I'll see her tomorrow," he suavely responded with, ending Montserrat's smirk.

"I hate that you two are dating," she pretended to shiver. "It's just not right." She took her leave when Sonny began to laugh.

Montserrat arrived to Kara's salon to find the place nearly empty. There were no customers, just two employees of Kara's and Kara herself cleaning the mess of the day.

"Big night?" Montserrat crinkled her nose at the sight of a pile of hair in the middle of the salon.

"Thursdays are like false Fridays," Kara looked up from a desk she was clearing. "A lot of people come in thinking there'll be less people because it's Thursday and not Friday night. Still, we did good...right ladies?"

The two employees with them - one brunette and one black-haired - both nodded their heads. Montserrat didn't know them as personally as Kara did, but she was still good friends with them. The black haired woman was named Madison - sometimes nicknamed Maddie - while the brunette was Caroline, a petite girl.

"I think you all deserve drinks," Montserrat chuckled as she walked further into the salon. She swiped a magazine from a waiting table and skimmed the pages. "Maddie can get one, right?"

The black-haired woman stopped brooming for a moment to snort. "Drinking tonight, detective? Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Hey, I'm just here to pick up my roommate, but she's taking forever," Montserrat gave Kara a smirk. "Bet you don't move like that when Sonny's at the door."

Now Kara smirked back. "Well, when you look like him I'll come running."

"Cute Italian one?" Madison stopped brooming again just to gush. At Montserrat's questioning look, because there was no way Madison could know what Sonny looked like, Madison pointed at Kara. "She had pictures."

"You already have pictures!?" Montserrat groaned at Kara.

"They've gone out for a couple dates, it's natural," Caroline answered on Kara's behalf. "What's the big deal, Montse?"

"She's just mad cos I was able to snatch up a sexy detective and she can't get with her hot ADA," Kara said so easily Montserrat nearly keeled over from shock.

"WHAT!?" the detective practically screamed right there. While Kara laughed at Montserrat's fury, Madison and Caroline were echoes of 'what' in the background.

"Kara, what the hell!?" Montserrat stomped her foot to get Kara's attention since the blonde was still busy laughing. "You need to stop saying things like that or else someone hears and thinks it's true!"

"But...it is," Kara shrugged casually, even looking around as if she were genuinely confused. She walked over to Montserrat, ignoring the detective's protests as she dragged Montserrat to the nearest chair.

"Stop saying that, please," Montserrat's weariness was catching up with her. "We're just friends. You know, like I'm friends with Finn...with Nick...Sonny…?"

"All good looking," Kara assured Madison and Caroline as if the two were hanging on to their every word. "Though, as you know, Sonny's mine."

"I've seen pictures of them," Caroline admitted, a faint blush coming to her pale cheeks. "On the news...when they make reports or catch the criminals. They are good looking. And they seem to be kind."

"They are," Montserrat sighed. She was letting Kara brush her hair, though she had no idea what Kara intended on doing besides that. Sometimes it was just a thing they would do to each other to calm down after something happened. When they were teenagers and had bad break ups or problems, they would find comfort in this. "And they're my friends, okay?"

"Yes, they are," Kara agreed. "But Rafael isn't. Well, technically he is, but...you know what I mean." Montserrat shook her head but Kara forced her to stay still. "Stop denying it, Montse. Besides, what's the big deal anyways? He is attractive."

"Yeah, I know you think that because you were the one who first said it, not me," Montserrat scrunched her face after having her hair pulled by Kara's brush. She thought that was on purpose.

Kara chuckled. "It's like I'm talking to high school Montse. Remember when you liked Hayden from the baseball team? You were head over heels for him and you never admitted it."

"Because I wasn't!"

"She literally loved him," Kara told Madison and Caroline on the side. "He had all the muscles but not a lot of brains. She never confessed so he started dating this stupid cheerleader. And I literally mean stupid cheerleader. She was an airhead...just like Hayden was. One for the other."

"Kara!"

"Anyways," Kara smiled and paused her brushing for a minute, "Rafael's a different story. For one, he's not an idiot like Hayden. Sonny said he studied in Harvard-"

"-please stop," Montserrat closed her eyes and sighed.

"And, as I have said before, he's really attractive," Kara stopped for a moment just to mouth 'really' to the other women then continued on as if Montserrat wasn't shooting daggers at her through the mirror. "You can't deny that, Montse. Don't even try."

Montserrat said nothing but rolled her eyes. She wouldn't deny her face was a little warm, but Kara would never know that.

"The good news is, you're attractive too and he probably knows that," Kara reached for a spray bottle of water and started spraying Montserrat's hair with it.

"Woah, woah, woah what are you doing!?" the detective swatted Kara's hands away.

"I'm cutting your split ends off. You asked me to do that last week," Kara reminded her and so Montserrat calmed down.

"Oh, sorry…" Montserrat got back in her chair and straightened up.

Madison handed Kara a pair of scissors and continued with her clean up duties. Kara started cutting off some of the tips of Montserrat's hair, though apparently the conversation hadn't finished. "I'm just saying, you already do the couple-bickering and the dates."

"It's not - ow!" Montserrat flinched after Kara pulled her hair again.

"Oh no!"

Montserrat froze in her chair the moment Kara had gasped. "What...happened…?"

Kara was covering her mouth with one hand while the other held onto the scissors. Montserrat's eyes landed on the mirror and saw a chunk of her hair missing. There were a lot of things that ran through her head right now, most of those -- if not all -- being how to hurt Kara. She was very proud that she was restraining herself.

"Kara...I know I say this a lot, but this time I really mean it: I'm going to kill you."

~ 0 ~

It was morning when Kara walked into Casey's office. She passed Casey's assistant and found the Homicide ADA working fervently at her desk.

"Good morning," Kara greeted Casey as she closed the office door.

"Kara," Casey made a face of surprise. Kara never came to the DA's office. "What can I do for you? You're not in any kind of trouble are you?"

"No," Kara chuckled and moved towards the desk. "I'm just stopping by and inviting people to a little party I'm throwing for Montse next month. It's early but I want it to be perfect."

"Oh, that's right," Casey passed a hand down her face. It was too early to be on her third coffee and yet here she was. "Thirty years old...poor Montse."

Kara playfully rolled her eyes. "Don't tell her that."

Casey smiled to herself. Everyone knew Montserrat was trying to ignore the fact she was entering her thirties. "I will make my best effort not to. So then, party's at your place?"

"As of right now, I'm thinking about Montserrat's favorite restaurant," Kara shrugged. "You'll be there?"

"Of course!"

"It's a surprise, so don't say anything to Montse."

"Not gonna say a word," Casey promised.

Kara smiled and headed out the office. She'd been making a list of everyone she'd invited and there were only a few people left on the list, including her own brother and Montserrat's brother as well. She'd get an earful from Damian, no doubt. She strode down the hallway with her phone in hand, ready to call her brother when she spotted a familiar ADA. Saves me the search, she thought before picking up her pace.

"Rafael?" her call stopped the ADA from leaving with another co-worker. His confusion was beyond evident, almost amusing but Kara knew from Montse (and Sonny) this was not the man to joke around with. "Morning, did I interrupt?"

"Not really...what are you doing here?" he asked with the same tone Casey had earlier. "Are you in some type of problem?"

"Why does everyone ask me that?" Kara chuckled.

"Because this isn't the type of place you visit just because?"

"Right," Kara nodded and cleared her throat, preferring to get to business. She'd never talked to Rafael on her own, and now she realized that she would never be able to have anything with him. He kind of scared her. "I was inviting people to Montse's surprise party next month and you and Casey are in the same building, so…"

"Montserrat's birthday is coming up?" he asked with the same confusion as before. "She...didn't tell me anything."

"Don't worry!" Kara quickly said before he jumped to conclusions. "She's turning 30 so she probably doesn't want anyone to know."

That caused a smile for Rafael. "Really? She's afraid of 30? Try 36."

"You're 36?" Kara blinked but quickly shook her head to avoid any awkward conversation. "Sorry! Point is, she's 29 going on 30 and she's not very happy about it so don't feel bad about not knowing. I'm sure she's desperately trying to forget herself."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"For women, it kind of is. The party's probably going to be at Montserrat's favorite restaurant and it's a surprise, so...don't say anything."

"Promise I won't," Rafael gave a light nod.

"Great," Kara smiled. She made a move to leave when she remembered something important and whirled around with a loud "Oh!" She walked back to Rafael and said, "By the way, when you see Montse...if she looks...different...don't make comments about it. Please. For my life."

"Comments…?" Rafael raised an eyebrow at her. "As in…?"

"You know, your typical sarcasm Montse talks about," Kara innocently smiled. "Just a warning. She might actually kill you."

Rafael watched her rub the side of her neck as if there were something she was remembering. "O...kay. Sure. I have to go."

"Okay," Kara's smile was rather uncomfortable for his liking so he preferred to leave.

Though now he was curious about Montserrat. Maybe he'd make a stop earlier than planned.

~0 ~

Montserrat hugged her coffee cup like her life depended on it. She emerged from the precinct's elevator and made way for the bullpen. She could already hear Amanda and Nick going at it over something no doubt unimportant. They seemed to bicker a lot, now that Montserrat thought about it. She silently came in and walked straight for her desk. As she began to settle her things on her desk, some of her team members had already noticed her.

"Montse…" Sonny began, even leaning forwards on his desk as if he needed a closer look.

"Don't," she quietly warned. "Kara Mackie is dead to me."

Sonny chuckled and looked at the others. "No wonder she called so scared."

"You look nice," Amanda kindly remarked despite Montserrat picking at her new shortened hair.

Montserrat's long, wavy red hair had been cut to her shoulders now. It retained its waviness with a few more curls than usual. Her straight bangs were no longer in front of her forehead. Each half was now curled to the side.

"Thanks…" Montserrat sighed. "But it was an accident. Kara was cutting the tips and then...her hand slipped. And now here we are."

"You do look great," Amanda reassured her with the same kind smile.

"Is Kara still alive?" Nick couldn't help but ask, sharing a snicker with Fin.

"Barely, but she's there," Montserrat answered with a straight face.

The door to Olivia's office opened up and out came the Sergeant with a grimness no one could match.

"What's going on?" Fin asked once Olivia finally lowered her phone to her side.

"Do you remember Sarah Walsh?"

"Right, the piano student, the one whose rapist got off."

"Yeah. She just texted me. She thinks she was raped. Again."

"Hold on, when did we do this case?" Montserrat asked the others for some help.

"A case from 2 years ago," Fin started getting up.

"We need to go question her, and fast," olivia declared. "This girl has been raped before, gone to trial and lost. We have to be extra cautious."

"Aren't we always?" countered Nick with a thin smile.

Olivia gave a bob of her head before walking off, though as she passed Montserrat she remarked, "Nice hair."

Montserrat scrunched her face but kept her mouth shut.

~ 0 ~

When Olivia and Nick went to talk to Sarah, the rest of the team got ahold of the needed special teams to go through Sarah's apartment once again. She was taken to the hospital for her rape kit and in the meantime, the other detectives did their own paperwork for the case.

"So Michael Wedmore got off scot-free in a trial?" Montserrat reread the report of Sarah's previous trial and came to the awful conclusion. "And now he's raped the same girl?"

Sonny, who was also reading with her, took a look for himself. "Bastard is hitting in his comfort zone."

"But it's stupid," Montserrat moved around their desks so that she could sit at the edge of Sonny's desk. "He would obviously know that he'd be the prime suspect if he attacked Sarah again. This doesn't make a lot of sense."

"None of our cases usually do," Amanda called from her seat. She'd just hung up the phone and was looking rather disillusioned. "Finn and Amaro just finished talking to Wedmore's boss and mother. Apparently, he was on a shift last night but today he's at a church retreat with his fiancee."

"Great," Sonny let the report drop on his desk. "So where does that leave us now?"

"Well," Amanda went through her own papers again. "Hospital did confirm Sarah was assaulted. She had a torn earlobe, bruising, and trauma consistent with dot, dot, dot…" she trailed off and looked up. "She's not crying wolf."

"So, just to recap," Montserrat started back for her own desk. "Neighbors didn't see nor hear anything. There were no signs of forced entry and to top it off, there's no security cameras in the building. Lovely Friday it is."

Sonny's cellphone dinged with a call, and upon seeing Olivia's name on the screen he quickly answered it. It was a quick conversation but full of information. "Rape kit came back," he announced to the two women with him. "Sarah was drugged. G.H.B. in her urine. No semen. No DNA. Liv says we need to talk to Sarah's friends. Maybe they can help put together the timeline that we don't have."

"You two go," Amanda nodded him and Montserrat out. "Finn and Amaro are coming back so maybe we can try to see if we can get any security cameras from the street the bar was at."

The other two detectives nodded and gathered their coats to leave.

~ 0 ~

Talking to Sarah's friends led Montserrat and Sonny to a higher income neighborhood, specifically one nice two story penthouse. A dark haired girl was cleaning the living room when the two detectives arrived, but she was more than willing to help.

"So how do you and Sarah know each other?" asked Sonny.

"Sarah and I met at the music academy, and we used to cater together."

"Nice place you got here," Montserrat had to remark after catching sight of a beautiful chandelier on the ceiling.

The girl chuckled. "I wish! I just house-sit, and I feed George and Martha." She gestured to the two lizards inside their glass tank.

Montserrat struggled not to shiver right there and then. "So...now, you and your fiance... You guys went out with Sarah Friday night?"

"Yeah. She left me a message, but I haven't called her back yet. I'm so busy with the wedding." The girl walked past the detectives to put her cleaning supplies down. She got the vibe, from their sharp looks, that she was missing something. "Um, is she okay?"

Sonny exchanged a glance with Montserrat before answering. "Something may have happened, and now we're hoping that you can help us. Now, did you see Sarah with any guys that night?"

"No, no. It was just the three of us."

Montserrat held out a black tablet she'd been carrying, loaded with men's pictures for her to look through. "Recognize any of these guys from the bar?"

The girl skimmed through them but she shook her head after finishing with the last one. "No. Was she raped again?"

"How late were you out with Sarah?" Montserrat took the tablet instead of answering. Maybe if the friend had called back she would know.

"Um, like, 11:00. We gave her the watch, and then Matthew and I went home."

"The watch?" Sonny repeated in confusion.

"Yes. I thought you knew. It's like an entry pass to an underground party."

"Where was the party?"

"You never know. That's the thing. It's... Last weekend, it was at an abandoned subway station."

"Oh, okay, so it's one of those deals where you meet a guide on the corner, and he…"

Nicole nodded. "You give him a pocket watch that you got from someone who went to last weekend's party."

"And you gave Sarah one?" Sonny inquired. Nicole nodded again. "Do you have another one?"

"Yeah, um... " Nicole went towards a backpack sitting at a dining table. She reached into the front pocket and pulled out a silver pocket watch. She came back and handed it to Sonny.

Sonny saw there was a message inside the pocket-watch and read it out loud. "Alice came to a fork in the road. 'Which road do I take?' She asked."

Nicole smiled. "It's an Alice in wonderland theme."

"Kinda got it," Sonny made a face before taking a tighter hold on the watch. "Has Sarah been to any of these parties before?"

"Nicole?" a man's voice called from downstairs. Nicole glanced back to see her fiancee coming up. 'Everything all right?"

"Uh, yeah, Matthew, these are S.V.U. Detectives. Sarah was attacked," she felt guilt to say since they were just now hearing about it.

"Oh, my God. She was just starting to have fun again," Matthew said in horror.

Montserrat raised an eyebrow at the two, her disapproval so evident the younger couple seemed to shrink. "So neither of you guys have checked in with her since that party?"

Nicole awkwardly shifted in her spot. "Is it okay to call her now?"

"Gee, it just might be," Montserrat shook her head and started to head out.

"We're keeping the watch," Sonny informed them before leaving as well.

~ 0 ~

On their way back to the precinct, Montserrat and Sonny let the others know what they'd discovered in hopes that they could get a head start on the research of the underground parties.

"I wonder if the actual culprit is a regular guest at these parties," Sonny wondered while they waited for the precinct elevator to open up.

"Well, if he is then he has a lot of time for it," Montserrat said. "These parties are every week on Sunday and sometimes Saturday by what Amanda texted. This guy has to set apart two whole nights for these things."

"They make time," Sonny said and pressed the elevator button again, impatiently tapping a foot too.

"So maybe we'll have to make time too," Montserrat blinked when an idea popped into her head.

"Detectives," Rafael called as he entered the building, "Tell me you're the ones who have something good for me?"

"What do you mean?" Sonny frowned.

"Liv called, and I've learned to recognize her 'I don't have anything' tone," Rafael shook his head, already weary for this case that started off badly. He suddenly did a double-take at Montserrat and immediately remembered Kara's words from the morning. "Hm."

"Don't say it," Montserrat warned. The elevator doors dinged open and in she stepped first.

"I didn't say anything," Rafael said, but his smile was worth a thousand words.

"No, but you want to," Montserrat's eyes flickered to the side.

Sonny was the last to step in and therefore the one to press for their floor. "I'd be careful, councilor. Kara took a punch in the neck."

Rafael then remembered poor Kara rubbing the side of her neck. "That's violence, Novak. And against someone who just gave you a nice haircut." Montserrat quickly looked at him for his words. Rafael met her glance with a light smile. "You do look nice." He knew his words were out of place, at least in the wrong time due to their work hour but he did mean what he said. Her ginger hair seemed to be even more red, like a blazing orange that was neatly styled into soft curls. It made her smirk more...striking.

When the elevators re-opened, the two detectives and ADA stepped out and headed for the bullpen.

"So, how'd it happen?" Rafael couldn't keep his curiosity at bay. Kara seemed quite scared in the morning meaning she couldn't have planned something like this.

Montserrat sighed. It was getting tiring being mad about it. "I mean...she was just going to cut the tips off and then suddenly her hand slipped or something, I don't know, but the next thing I knew there was a big chunk of my hair missing."

"To be fair, Kara does feel bad about it," Sonny thought it was worth mentioning.

"To be fair-" Montserrat mimicked his tone, "-I'm the one walking around with half my hair missing."

"It's fine Novak," Rafael motioned with a hand not to get worked up about it. "It'll grow back."

But apparently, that wasn't any better. "Says the man with the set of fluffy hair." Her eyes then flickered to Sonny and groaned. "The two of you, actually." She moved past them, missing them both reaching a hand up to their respective hair.

After a few minutes, the entire team gathered in the conference room to review the development of their case. Unfortunately, it wasn't heading in the right direction.

"Okay. So, Sarah was a cooperating witness as long as she thought we were going after Wedmore. Now she's backing off?" Rafael asked just to make sure he was hearing correctly.

Olivia raised her hands for him to stop and not jump to conclusions. "Not on her story. She's realizing that she was assaulted by a different man. We've seen it before. You get victimized a second time. You blame yourself."

"Either way, she still can't I.D. anyone," Amanda reminded them, but she received the same gesture from Olivia.

"Look, we're not gonna drop the case. I mean, whoever slipped g.H.B. in her drink, he's still out there."

"Alright," Rafael said, giving Olivia a sharp look. It's not like he was going to leave things as they were. "Any luck tracking this underground party?"

"We know the corner where she met her guide, but it's Sunday night," Nick answered, seeming a little too casual about it.

Rafael impatiently waited for him to continue, but when Nick didn't he pushed for it himself. "Yeah, so what?"

"The kids that go to these things, they don't have day jobs."

"So we catch them at night," Montserrat said once she followed Nick's game. She shrugged at the others with a secretive smile. "Ourselves."

"You mean like UCs?" Fin raised an eyebrow at her.

"It's easy," she plopped down in a chair, still smiling so casually, "We go as undercovers and just follow them to where the party is tonight. I've gone to one of these things when I was younger. I know how it works."

Olivia made her motherly disapproval face. "I'm gonna pretend like I didn't just hear that."

Montserrat smirked like a child would when they knew they were going to get away with something.

Olivia then turned to the rest of the team. "But she's right. We'll need to interview each guest that was in the previous party. Best guess at where they'll be tonight is at this party so let's prepare ourselves."

~0~

SVU had a parked van across the street from where the underground guide was meant to be at. Fin and Amanda were stationed at the head of the controls, ready to listen in, while the remaining detectives were outside getting ready for their roles.

Olivia was leading Rafael down the street, explaining their intentions in detail. Since this was a second time tape for Sarah, Olivia was adamant in getting this right. Rafael could tell.

"Liv, it's just a routine UC job," he stopped the sergeant at the end of the block. "We'll get them."

Olivia tossed her head to the side, weary in the late hour. "We need to get it right this time."

"Liv!" called Sonny. He, Montserrat and Nick were walking up to them, the first two donning unusual clothing for their liking but perfect for their UC roles.

"They're ready," Nick assured the Sergeant and ADA. "Everyone is."

"I'm freezing my ass off, so let's go," Montserrat urged everyone to take their positions. Her short sleeved blouse seemed breezy just by appearances, and even more so when wearing it.

Thankfully, Olivia was on the same page so they split within the second.

Both Montserrat and Sonny arrived at the other end of the street, where the underground party guests were waiting for their guide, in time because the guide approached them not a minute later.

The tall, dark skinned woman eyed every guest before speaking up. She gave a peculiar look in the detectives' away before saying, "Your old man alright climbing stairs?"

Montserrat nearly laughed there and then. Though maintaining his role, it was easy to tell the comment did not sit well with Sonny. And perhaps Montserrat's comment didn't help either. "Yeah, my old man will be just fine."

"Are you serious?" Sonny hissed at her once they began moving. "I'm only a couple years older."

"Settle down, Carisi," Amanda's voice rang through their earpieces. Though a minute later she added, "Though maybe it's time to dye the gray hair away."

Sonny bit his tongue even as he heard some of the others snicker through his ear piece.

The underground party guide led them down several blocks, crossing two intersections before coming up an abandoned building. They made it to the rooftop where the guide stopped them I'm front of another ladder.

"To go down to wonderland, you start by going up," she flashed the group a smile and started up the ladder. "Follow me!"

"Wait, old man," Montserrat grabbed Sonny's arm before they could move. "Let me go in first." Her smirk was truly irritating for Sonny as she followed the guide up the ladder.

Montserrat peered into the second part of the ladder that led down to the underground party. It seemed crammed, honestly, and stuffy. She was definitely not a 20 year old anymore. She crinkled her nose at the foul scent of alcohol inside. It wasn't good alcohol, that much she knew.

"Hey! Call it in," she shouted down to Sonny. "No one's getting out of here!"

Sonny happily flashed his badge at the others.

~0~

There were various detectives questioning the underground party guests, including the guide, but so far it seemed no one remembered Sarah Walsh.

"They're playing stupid," Montserrat stopped by Amanda after interrogating another clueless guest. "They're acting as if they don't remember Sarah but if Sarah was as drunk or drugged as we think she was, someone has to remember her."

"Not everyone here is clueless, Montse," Amanda nodded towards the young man Fin was interrogating across them. "That's Cameron Tyler. He just sold his game app, sweets rush, for $180 million."

"Fine, then it goes back to what I'm saying: they're lying," Montserrat crossed her arms, though it was probably more because she was cold than upset.

"Then it's your job to make them say the truth," Rafael said when he and Olivia walked up to them.

"We're trying," Amanda assured, but it was easy to see she was already frustrated.

"Hey," Sonny called just as he joined them. "One of the guests just said the club promoter was Sarah's last boyfriend."

"And which one would that be?" Olivia asked, eagle eyes already searching for the club promoter amongst the guests.

Amanda was the one to answer by turning her back on them and nodding ahead. "The guy I just talked to. Conveniently left that detail out."

Olivia narrowed her look on the precise man. "Then let's talk to him again, see if he'll remember new things." She took the lead without another word. Amanda briefly glanced at the group with a smirk before heading after Olivia.

"Did anyone else get something useful?" Rafael asked the two remaining detectives.

"Well, Fin just talked to some gaming app guy who apparently has no clue," Montserrat began then Sonny finished.

"And all Nick got was drunken, fuzzy memories of last week."

"Hm, so, nothing," Rafael gave a nod of sarcasm.

Sonny side-glanced Montserrat with a knowing look. "Yeah, we'll see if we can get something else."

"Yes, do," Rafael nodded him to get going. "Novak?"

"I will use nice words," Montserrat said, thinking he would be on her case for her lack of proper interrogation skills. It wasn't a big problem, he just probably liked irritating her with it.

"Sure," Rafael said with a roll of his eyes then moved on. "I just wanted to confirm something I heard about you…"

Montserrat raised an eyebrow at him. There were no rumors about her...as far as she knew. Her heart skipped a beat the moment she thought - even suspected - that maybe he'd heard about her history in Queens…The reason she left the precinct maybe…? Her fingers immediately went for each other and started picking at the skin around the nails.

"Is it true you'll be turning 30 soon?" Rafael's question didn't register until a minute later.

She paused just as she was about to successfully lift a piece of skin from her right hand thumb. Her eyes seemed to squint for a minute until she could speak. "What? This is about my birthday?"

"Yes - what did you think it was about?" Rafael noticed her twitching fingers. She hardly ever got nervous - that's what made her a good detective - and this was no reason for her to be nervous.

"Nothing," she quickly said and drew her hands to her back instead. "U-um, so...my birthday? My age? Who the hell told you I'd be turning 30? That is no one's business!"

"I just heard it and I was curious. Didn't think it was that big of a deal…" Rafael remembered Kara's warning about Montserrat's sensitivity towards her age and it was frankly amusing. "It's a number. Literally."

"This is hardly the time to discuss my age," Montserrat's gaze flickered to the side where more interrogations were going on. "Do I look that old to you?"

Rafael playfully rolled his eyes at her. That was a question no man should ever answer a woman to. "No. I told you, I was merely curious. You never mentioned anything about it."

"Maybe because I didn't want anyone to know? It's not a good number no matter what anyone says. So please don't say anything about it to anyone. I want to skip it."

It took everything Rafael had not to scoff right there and then. If only she knew Kara was already planning a party and, he assumed, Sonny now knew of the exact date Montserrat's birthday fell on. Poor Montserrat.

"Hey, Rafael, promise me that, okay? Don't say anything," Montserrat pleaded, none the wiser about anything. "Might not seem like a big deal to you but…" she sighed and paused for a minute. If she was being honest, her dilemma with her birthday didn't exactly pertain to the fact she was turning 30. Every time she thought about her birthday, her mind raced back to the horrible event that happened almost a year ago. It was nearly a year since she'd been raped, and though she was aware she'd made good progress on her healing, there were still things that hindered her from being a truly normal person. Turning 30 meant she had completed another year of life but it hadn't been the best of years for her. In fact, it's been the worst year of her life. She lost her job, she lost her home, and she lost the friends that she made in Queens.

With all the years of his profession, Rafael learned to read people's faces. He leaned to pick up on the quirks of his clients and foes in order to help him succeed. Looking at Montserrat, he knew right away her problem wasn't the one she was describing. Or, it was at least part of her problem with her birthday. But, the reality was that she was keeping something from him. Maybe she was keeping it from everyone, he didn't know. But the point was there was something she wasn't saying, something she didn't want to say for whatever reason. And that something was a heavy load.

"They won't hear it from me," he promised what he could because he knew Kara would be doing the exact opposite.

The change in Montserrat was instantaneous. The color returned to her face and her lips stretched into an everlasting smile. "Thank you," she said fast. "I really appreciate it."

There's definitely a secret there, he silently concluded. Still, he wouldn't push. He had no right to. "No problem." He saw the comfort his words gave Montserrat, a near peace she'd lost for some reason. It just made him want to know what troubled her so that he could help put an end to it.

"I'll see you around," Montserrat sheepishly said.

"Hold on, Novak," he called without thinking of what he could say to make her want to share. She waited for him to speak, but it was clear she had no intention of sharing. What a shame. "It's cold," he came up with instead. Montserrat blinked in surprise (and perhaps confusion) when he started shaking his coat off. "Take it."

Montserrat's eyes flickered from his coat to him. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, Novak. You're not going to freeze because no one was gentlemanly enough to offer a coat. Take it," Rafael practically waved the coat in front of her face.

With another sheepish smile, Montserrat took the coat. As she wrapped it around her shoulders she could smell the faint scent that was Rafael Barba. It was a mixture of his usual cologne and alcohol. It was just the right amount of each.

"Thank you," she said one more time, her face warm once again.

Rafael gave her a smile, actually finding it endearing to see her in his coat. Once he realized that admission he decided it was time to leave. "Until tomorrow." He moved on past her, afraid that if he so much as looked at her from the corner of his eyes he might get another of those thoughts.

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