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taeken-my-heart · 5 years ago

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Moirai Chapter 14

Summary: On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Soulmates au/ Enemies to lovers au. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, eventual smut.

Word Count: 4669

You woke with a start, the room dark but you could hear the birds chirping from outside the window above your head. Glancing around the room, you allowed your eyes to adjust to your unfamiliar surroundings.

“Y/N?” Someone said from outside the door and you sighed, sluggish, into your pillow.

You were at Jungkook’s house. You remembered it all. The fight, the diner, staying the night here. Jimin. You rolled over before slowly sitting up, the t-shirt Jungkook lent you slipping off your shoulder.

“Are you awake?” He called softly from outside the door.

You pushed the covers from your body, moving from the warmth of the bed and towards the door, pulling it open gingerly. You blinked in the light as Jungkook’s eyes came into focus. He scanned you quickly before he flushed, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck.

“Ah, you’re awake. I know…I know it may not be the best time, but I thought I’d check.” He paused and you frowned at him in confusion, “Yesterday we all agreed we’d go to brunch today before my parents head home, but I know that after last night you’re probably not in the mood. Did you want me to tell my parents something came up and you had to cancel?”

Honestly, there was a part of you that really did want that; to just get back into bed and curl up in a ball and cry the day away. You couldn’t just lay down and roll over, though. You’d always known Jimin would meet his soulmate one day, you’d just never suspected it would have changed anything.

Now that it had, well…you needed a distraction.

“No,” you croaked, throat dry from sleep. “No, it’s OK, we can still go.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, eyebrows shooting up into his hairline, lackluster with the morning hour and you smiled weakly.

“Yeah, I need something to keep my mind occupied. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to your parents, though…you know, about last night.”

He nodded eagerly, “Yes, of course. Well, we’re meant to meet my parents in two hours so that’s why I wanted to check.”

You nodded, scratching your stomach through Jungkook’s shirt. “Could we maybe send my clothes from yesterday through a quick wash and dry while I shower?”

“Yes, of course. If you just give them to me, I’ll wash them.”

After your shower, you toweled off, dressing back in the clothes Jungkook had let you borrow the night before. You could hear him out in the living room, shuffling noises dulled by the way and the hum of the washing machine. Stepping from the bedroom, you eyed Jungkook from behind as he stood at his bookshelf, back to you and flipping through a book, fingers busy across the pages. His back flexed through the material of his sweater and you watched as his fingers came up to scratch at the hair on the nape of his neck.

Yesterday, you could never have imagined yourself here, but you were comfortable nevertheless. Your heart felt like it had, had a balm spread across it, dulling the pain, at least for a moment. Distraction was exactly what you needed right now. “What are you reading?” You asked softly.

Jungkook jumped, body rocking forward and he braced himself against the bookshelf before turning to look at you, eyes wide. “You scared me.” He chuckled and you smiled.

“Sorry.”

He looked down at the book in his hand, holding it up to show you the cover. Twelfth Night.

“Shakespeare?” You said, moving towards him and he allowed you to take the book from him, flipping through the pages yourself.

“Ah, yeah- I was just kind of skimming the pages. Distraction technique, I guess.”

You looked up at him and he blinked down at you, eyes round with surprise. You hadn’t noticed how close you’d come to stand, but you could almost feel his breath on your face. “Distraction?”

“Uh…yeah, just lots of things on my mind.”

“And Shakespeare helps you clear the fog?” You asked; skeptical. He grinned and you continued, “I personally, feel more confused than ever when I read anything Shakespeare. It’s like trying to read another language.”

He chuckled and leaned back against the TV console to your right. “I find I can relate to this story.”

“You like to dress in drag?” You smiled and his grin grew, “because I’m not judging, you can dress however you like, I just never would have guessed.”

“Ah, as comfortable as it all looks, I’m afraid it’s not really within my field of interests. I do relate to Viola, though.” He held his hand out for the book, which you gave him and he slipped it back on the shelf. You wanted to quiz him further, but just then the washing machine chimed and he made his way out of the room to go shift your clothes into the dryer.

“Ok,” he said, clapping his hands and walking back into the room, “I just set it to quick dry so your clothes should be ready in about 45 minutes. Did you want anything to eat, by the way? I know we’re gonna go eat, but did you need something to tide you over?”

You shook your head as he stood beside the fridge, hand poised and ready on the handle should you say yes.

“I’m OK, thank you. I’m not super hungry yet so I’ll save it.”

He nodded, ruffling his fingers through his hair. “Well, I’m gonna go take a quick shower. You’re welcome to watch TV or do whatever while you wait. Not that you need my company or anything.”

You smile, “Thanks, Jungkook.”

He nodded once before heading down the hallway to his room and out of sight and you retreated to the guest room to grab your phone before heading back out into the living room. Your phone battery was low and would likely die within the next hour. You pouted, sitting down on the couch and shuffling through notifications.

A text from your mom about the wedding, a text from Lizzy complaining about a follow up dentist appointment, an email reminder about your upcoming shift this evening. Nothing you didn’t already know about so you browsed leisurely through your social media until Jungkook returned to the living room.

“Hey, do you happen to have a phone charger that would work with this?” You asked, holding up your phone and he looked towards you, brushing damp strands of hair out of his face.

“Oh yeah, actually. Hold on.”

A moment later your phone was plugged in and charging and you relaxed back into the cushions of the couch. “Thanks again for letting me spend the night. It was needed.”

Jungkook looked over at you from across the island and smile, shrugging. “Don’t mention it. I wanted to help.”

“You’re probably confused, huh? Jimin and I seemed to be doing really well, right?” You stared up at the ceiling, heart swelling bitterly.

You could see Jungkook staring down at the counter top out of the corner of your eye. “You don’t have to share anything, you know?” He said softly and you turned your head to look at him, “I hope you don’t feel like you have to tell me anything you’re not ready to talk about.”

“Honestly, I just kind of want to talk it out.”

He nodded, rounding the counter and sitting in the chair next to the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Lay it on me.”

“You already know he met his soulmate,” you huffed a breath at the ceiling, “but there was more to it than that. He went to the store and I guess he met Taehyung there.”

You could hear Jungkook hum low in his throat but you continued. “Anyway, he’s not stupid and confronted me about who you were. He was pretty mad that I’d lied and hid it, which was justified…but then he told me he’d met Molly.” Frowning, you sat up and turned to face Jungkook, pulling your leg up onto the couch. “He met her on the same day as me. How crap is that? I wasn’t telling him everything, but he was doing the same thing to me!”

Jungkook frowned, ringing his hands together. “It is pretty hypocritical of him to be mad at you.” He admitted.

“I’m really sorry I put you in that situation, though.” You sighed, looking back at him and he looked up at you, shrugging.

“It’s OK, I get it.”

“It’s not OK.” You shook your head, leaning forward, “I didn’t consider you or how you’d feel in that situation. All I thought about was my feelings and I’m sorry; that wasn’t fair.”

Jungkook smiled, “apology accepted. I have a whole list of things I want to apologize about…but that’s gonna have to wait until we don’t have a brunch with my parents.”

You chuckled, wrinkling your nose. “It sounds weird when you say it that way.”

He nodded, standing to go check on the laundry as it beeped and brought your clothes to you to slip into, just in time to leave.

He locked the door to his apartment behind the two of you and you followed down to the parking garage where his car was. “I’m gonna give you fair warning, my parents may ask certain…questions.” He said, belting himself into his seat and you glanced over at him as you fastened your own seat belt.

“You mean about us?” He nodded silently and you pursued your lips. “Honestly, I fully expect them to. I don’t know what to say to them, though. I’m not exactly in that mind frame at the moment.”

“Well, I told them to behave…so hopefully their line of questioning is minor.”

“Either way, we’ll survive.” You chuckled, “it’s not the apocalypse, after all.”

Jungkook laughed and the two of you eased into a comfortable quiet, you staring out the window at your side as the city flew passed.

The restaurant where you were meeting his parents was a small, hole in the wall joint. A soup and salad sort of place with waffles, apparently. It was a little unconventional, but you were hungry and it sounded delicious right about now. The bell above the door jingled to signal your arrival and you looked around, spotting Jungkook’s parents in a small booth on the right side of the restaurant with a window that opened to the alleyway beside it, a beautiful view of the faded red brick wall as your neighbor.

You waved, making your way over to them, Jungkook just behind you and they stood to give the both of you hugs before you all sat down.

“How long have you been here?” You asked, looking down at your watch, “sorry we’re a few minutes late.”

“No worries,” Mrs. Jeon waved you off, smiling over at her son, “we only just got here ourselves. We ordered water all around if that’s OK with you.”

“Perfect,” you nodded.

“You and Jungkook must live nearby, did he pick you up on the way here?” She asked and you smiled tight.

“Yeah, he was kind enough to give me a ride.” You said, folding your hands together on top of the table.

“You guys should tell Y/N about you’re upcoming trip!” Jungkook said quickly.

“Oh, yes please!” You said excitedly, “where are you going next?”

Mrs. Jeon smiled, thanking the waiter as he dropped off their drinks and you suddenly remembered you were supposed to be looking at your menu. After a quick perusal and the waiter jotting down your request, the conversation resumed.

“We’re going to Norway!” She said excitedly.

“I am so jealous!” You sighed mournfully, “I want to travel more.”

“Jungkook loves to travel,” Mrs. Jeon supplied and you could already see exactly where she was going with that topic. “The two of you should go somewhere together, that would be fun don’t you think?”

Jungkook blushed, coughing loudly. “Well, maybe someday a group of friends could go or something. You and Lizzy would probably have a ton of fun.”

“True,” you nodded, thankful for his interjection. “Yeah, Lizzy’s always talked about wanting to go to Bora Bora. She’s a friend from work.”

“Bora Bora would be fun!” Mr. Jeon supplied, “We’ve been to a lot of tropical places recently so now we’re looking at other types of climates. Doing all the things we couldn’t do when this one was a kid.”

He aimed his thumb at Jungkook who grinned, “Sorry I ruined the party.”

“You didn’t ruin the party,” his father chuckled, “It was just a different adventure.”

“We’re lucky we get to have both adventures in life. Raising you and now travel. Do you want to have kids someday, Y/N?” Mrs. Jeon asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” you nodded, sipping at your water. “I’ve always thought 3 kids would be a nice number.”

“That’s a great number!” She smiled, “Jungkook wants three kids too, how lucky!”

Jungkook spluttered, attempting to keep the drink he’d just taken from dripping all over the table with a napkin at his chin. “Mom,” he whined, “come on, let’s not talk about that stuff. New topic, new topic.”

“OK, OK.” She chuckled, grabbing her own napkin and spreading it across her lap. “You know, I remember back when the two of you were kids. There was one day in particular that you’d come over to play, Y/N. The two of you went out and played in the mud. I was so mad because your mother had sent you over in this beautiful baby pink dress, without a change of clothes, I might add. Had to strip you both naked and get you in the bath.”

“Mom!” Jungkook groaned, just as the waitress was beginning to bring out their food.

“I remember that, actually.” You chuckled, thanking the waitress as she slid your plate across the table to you. “You berated Jungkook a lot because you thought it had been his idea to go jump around in the backyard, but actually it was mine. Should have fessed up sooner, but he called me smelly while we were playing and I was vindictive. Sorry, Jungkook.”

“You should be,” he teased, “I cried that night because of you.”

“Aww,” you cooed, bumping your shoulder into his, “that makes me feel bad!”

“Well we were five so it’s fine, I’ve mostly forgiven you by now.”

You laughed loudly, covering your mouth as you chewed your food. “Mostly? Wow, that’s intense.”

“Well, I did get yelled at while naked in front of you, that’s a lot for a man to try to live down.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, I bet you don’t even remember it.” You teased, “Just going along with the story to make me feel guilty. Like a lying liar who lies.”

Jungkook exploded with laughter and you tried to smother your grin. You’d always liked the sound of his laugh; loud, obnoxious, and a little bit squeaky. It made you feel happy.

“Anyway,” Mrs. Jeon chuckled, looking between the two of you, “There’s no such thing as confessing too late. There’s always room for redemption.”

She reached across the table, squeezing Jungkook’s hand and you resumed eating. Conversation veered into new topics and you were grateful that they steered clear of the soulmate conversation. It was comfortable to be around them, like going back in time before things were different.

“Make sure you come visit us, soon!” Mrs. Jeon said, once your group had made your way back out onto the sidewalk. She rifled her fingers through her purse distractedly and you smiled.

“I promise.” You said, offering hugs before they got in their car and waved you off.

“I assume you want me to drop you back off at your place?” Jungkook asked softly, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I should get ready for work.”

He held the car door for you and you sat yourself carefully inside, buckling back in. The car was stuffy with summer heat, your clothes clinging in damp places.

“You live nearby, right?” Jungkook asked, sliding into the driver’s seat and fastening himself in before starting the cars ignition.

“Yeah, just a few blocks over. Head right here and I’ll direct you.”

He nodded, tilting the nose of the car back into the road silently. “Thanks for coming to eat with my parents and me. I know they can ask some uncomfortable questions sometimes, especially my mom, but I know they really appreciated you taking time to see them.”

“Of course.” You smiled softly, tilting your head against the head rest to look at him. “It feels like just yesterday we were all having a barbecue at my house; like going back in time.”

“Back when things were simpler.” He agreed, nodding and taking a left when you pointed for it. “Life sure changes a lot, huh? You kind of expect it to as a kid, you know it’s going to, but you don’t realize how much it will. In high school I thought I’d be friends with certain people forever but after graduation it all just changed.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, looking out the window as you entered your neighborhood. “I thought Lillian, Noelle, and I would be friends forever. Lillian and I barely talk anymore, life is just too busy now. She got married a few years ago and I know she had a kid a couple years back, but things aren’t the way they used to be. It’s a little sad.”

“What about Noelle?” Jungkook asked, turning into the parking lot of your apartment complex and putting his car in park.

You shrugged, unbuckling your seat belt. “I don’t know, we haven’t kept up. She moved somewhere overseas after university and I haven’t heard from her since. I hope she’s doing well, I hope she’s happy…but we didn’t keep in contact.” You reached for the door handle, turning to look at him, “Thanks for everything, Jungkook. I should get back inside. I’ve got work in a few hours and I need to get ready.”

The excuse was weak, you both knew it, but honestly you needed time to feel overwhelmed from your breakup before throwing yourself into work tonight and trying to forget everything outside of the hospital walls. You stood, making to close the door behind you before Jungkook called out.

You looked back into the car, unsure of what more there was to even say. “Just,” he sighed, “just let me know if you need anything, OK?”

“Sure.” You murmured before waving and closing the door to his car, making your way into your apartment building.

Your apartment was dark when you made your way inside and you flipped on the lights, heart sinking. It was unreasonable to expect Jimin to be here, of course he wouldn’t be, but your heart had still foolishly hoped.

Most of the apartment looked untouched, but the bedroom was where his absence was most obvious. You couldn’t help the burn in your eyes as they filled with tears, moving around the room as you surveyed what was now absent. The most obvious thing straight away was that his side table was now bare. It had been obnoxiously cluttered since the day you’d first moved into this apartment; filled to the brim with books, his reading glasses, a charger he couldn’t find a place for, and his obnoxiously loud alarm clock in the shape of a bulls eye.

You couldn’t understand why this kept happening to you, why you’d always fall in love with someone that you couldn’t have. Even Jimin, who had hated the idea of soulmates for so long, even he was no match for the pull when it all came down to it.

You laid back against your mattress, grabbing Jimin’s pillow and pulling it to you. It still smelled of him and you buried your face into it and cried. It was like a double edged sword and you sought comfort in the pain it inflicted. You wondered if he was with Molly now, if he’d been happy to move on from your life together and to be with the one he was destined for. You wondered if he just thought of you as a place holder.

Did he pack up all his things quickly? Did he spare even a tear for you or was last night all just a show to spare your feelings? You knew you shouldn’t think these things, but they flooded your mind like a tidal wave; unrelenting and you were drowning. You fell asleep for a couple hours, giving into the allure of your exhaustion before you stood up to shower once more. Your face was puffy from crying and you needed to wash away the evidence. If you were going to make it through your shift then you needed to be able to fake it, crying at work was not something you were planning on doing; you weren’t Karen down at the intake desk.

Walking up the ramp to the hospital felt like walking the plank. Most people wouldn’t ask you about your personal life, they didn’t care enough to do so; caught up in whatever was going on in their own. It was Lizzy you were worried about. She was nosy and a gossip and on top of all of that, she was your best friend. Well, probably your only friend at this point. You had a few friends from university that you saw time to time, but everyone had something to do and you’d grown accustomed to just having Jimin and Lizzy as your “people.”

Maybe you needed to join a club. Making new friends wouldn’t hurt and would probably actually help. You rounded your shoulders, exhaling deeply before making your way inside and towards the locker room. After changing into your scrubs you made your way out to the OR board to check where you’d been scheduled for the evening.

The first thing you had to do was a pre-op evaluation so you made your way down towards the ambulatory sector. The hallways were mostly empty as you made your way down and you felt sluggish in your trip. On your way, you stopped to go over the patients EHR before continuing on. A routine case that would be easy enough to drown your mind in.

“Doctor,” You looked up at the smiling eyes of one of the nurses as you were making your way towards the nurse’s station. “You here for Ms. Laurie’s chart?”

“Yes please.” You said with a nod, watching as she went to grab it. Another nurse nearby was conversing with someone over the phone and you waited, fingers drumming against the countertop. “Thank you so much, Carla.”

Carla shrugged with a smile, “no worries. Your patient is in c14.”

You nodded, flipping through the chart and scanning the notes. Everything you’d already seen in the EHR, but the physical chart gave you room for notes.

Ms. Laurie was sitting up on the bed when you entered, fully dressed and looking like she’d just come in from the streets, purse attached at her hands and she clung to the strap like a life line.

“Hi Ms. Laurie, my name is Doctor Y/L/N, how are you?”

“Amanda, please.” She smiled, reaching out the shake your hand. “I’m OK, pretty nervous, actually. I know it’s a fairly routine surgery, but I’m not good with stress.” You grabbed the wheelie chair from beside the computer, pulling it in front of her and sitting down.

“It’s totally normal to feel nervous, but I’ll be there with you the whole time, monitoring you and making sure you’re safe and as comfortable as possible. I wanna run through some questions with you and I need you to be as open with me as possible, OK? I’m your advocate in the OR and the only way I can do my job to the best of my ability is if I have all the right information.”

Ms. Laurie nodded her understanding, fingers ringing in her lap and you smiled to comfort her. “Full name and birthday, please.”

“Amanda Laurie, May 11th 1993.”

“Great. On here it says you’re allergic to pine nuts and cucumbers, is there anything else I should be concerned about? Any medications? Latex?” She shook her head and you continued, folding one leg over the other. “What about sensitivities? Any to the medication Betadine?”

“I have a sensitivity to gluten, but nothing medication wise.”

“OK, good information. Now, have you met your surgeon yet or been given names and information?”

Ms. Laurie shook her head no, eyebrows twitching up, “the nurse earlier told me the surgeon’s name, but I don’t remember.”

You smiled, waving it off, “that’s no problem; I can remind you. Your surgeons name is Doctor Michaels and she is excellent, one of the best surgeons in the field. She’s really nice and very competent, you’ll be in great hands with her.”

“I doubt you’d tell me if my surgeon sucked.” She chuckled nervously and you grinned.

“We wouldn’t hire a surgeon unless they were really good so thankfully I don’t have to lie about anything. The staff here is great, seriously, we’re going to take good care of you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“OK, now before we proceed, I need you to tell me a little about the procedure you’re getting today.” You moved your chair back just a tad, pen ready and waiting against your clipboard.

“I’m getting a breast biopsy. My doctor told me that I had something weird with my breast tissue or something but he said I’d need to have a surgery.”

“OK, great.” You set your clipboard down on the table, instructing Ms. Laurie to lay back against the bed. “I’m just going to check and make sure that you’ve been marked in the correct location for the surgery, want to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible. While we’re here, do you have any body piercings in places I can’t see?”

She flushed a little but nodded as you took a look at the sight where she’d be receiving her surgery. Everything checked out so you allowed her to sit up, returning to your own seat. “Yes,” she admitted, “I have a belly button piercing.” “Just the one piercing?” You inquired and she nodded.

“OK, I’ll need you to take that out before the surgery. I know it may seem a little unnecessary since it’s nowhere near the sight, but we just need to make sure that any piercings you may have anywhere are removed, just in case.”

“I understand.” She said softly and you smiled, checking off the rest of your questions quickly before standing once more.

“Great, well Amanda, it was really nice to meet you. I’ll be seeing you again very shortly. Do you have someone who will be here with you after the procedure?”

She nodded, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Yes, my mom will be here soon.” She paused a moment before blinking up at you, eyes glassy. “I’m scared, though, doctor.” She admitted and you reached out, taking her hand in her own.

“I understand. It can feel a little scary to do something like this, but you’re being very brave, Amanda. It takes a lot of courage to do what you’re doing, but you know you’re doing what’s best for your health, right?” At her nod you continued, “I’ll be there with you, taking care of you. You won’t be alone. I promise.”

“Thank you, doctor.” You nodded, squeezing her hand before leaving back into the hallway and walking to meet up with your attending.

You wished you could be as brave as Ms. Laurie was, facing hurtles in your life the way she was facing her own. Both Jimin and Jungkook came to mind and you sighed, pulling up the chart once more to make a note. Those thoughts would have to wait.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! We're finally starting to see some character growth and we're really close to JK and YN getting is together and just kissing already! Hahahaha

Let me know what you think, loves <3

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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Make It Through The Night (Part 4)

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Summary: The reader and Benny have a fight which leads to her going off on her own and running into a demon and eventually coming face to face with Sam...

Masterlist

Pairing: Apocalypse!Dean x reader

Square: Big Spoon

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping, minor violence, hypothermia

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo

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Two Months Later

“One more,” said Dean. You pushed the dumbbell up one more time, Dean smiling as you set it back down. “Good. How’s the shoulder after all that?”

“Still hurts sometimes but it’s not too bad,” you said. “I’m gonna shower. I was thinking last night more about the trap and getting Sam inside.”

“We gotta finish warding it first and that’s been pretty slow going,” said Dean as you headed out of the gym. You walked past Benny in the hall, lifting your chin as you went. He bumped your shoulder and Dean let out a low growl. “Hey. I’m sick of this. Both of you knock it off.”

“He started it,” you said as you leaned back against the wall.

“I know what I heard and honey, I don’t trust you,” he said.

“Guys,” said Dean. “Benny, Y/N is on our side. Y/N, stop giving Benny dirty looks.”

“He nearly killed me,” you said.

“She’s playing-“

“I don’t have the patience today to deal with this,” said Dean. He went past you both and headed for the garage. “I’m going to check the perimeter. Alone.”

He slammed the door shut after himself and you swallowed, Benny rolling his eyes.

“You could apologize at least,” you mumbled.

“A demon heard of you. I know what I heard and you ain’t some random person. The fact you have nothing to say is very suspect and I swear if anything happens to him-“

“He’s the reason I’m still here. He’s…” you trailed off.

“He’s what.”

“I just like him, okay?” you said. “Leave me alone.”

You went to the bathroom and locked it behind you before taking a quick shower. No matter how many times you said you didn’t know any demons, he wouldn’t believe you. The name Sam Winchester had sounded vaguely familiar but you weren’t telling Benny that and winding up locked in the dungeon turned detox room.

“Hey,” said Benny, right outside the bathroom when you walked out.

“What,” you said, holding onto your towel as you went back to your room.

“Meet me in the dungeon when you’re dressed,” he said.

“Why? So you can lock me away until Dean comes back?” you said. You didn’t bother looking at him as you went, his hand settling on your shoulder. “Don’t-“

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m the queen of England,” you said, shrugging him off.

“There was a time when Dean and I fought. We didn’t trust one another,” said Benny.

“Your point?”

“I still don’t trust you but we owe it to him to at least respect one another.”

“I did respect you, Benny. I don’t feel safe around you now though. I’m healthy again and I could go. I would like to go. The only reason I stay is for Dean,” you said.

“He’s not stopping you,” said Benny.

“He’s my friend. You don’t get to have him all to yourself you know.”

“I don’t care about that. I want to know why a demon-“

“Yeah. I know. I’m evil. I’m working for Sam and the demons. It’s all part of the grand plan,” you said, throwing up your hands. Benny sighed and you tilted your head. “I have no idea why or how you heard what you did. Maybe I went to college with Sam and don’t remember him. Maybe I’m special. Maybe I screwed up a plan of his or something and don’t know it. What I am is human and on it’s side. Get that through your thick head.”

You stormed away and to your room, changing in a huff before you grabbed your coat and empty backpack.

“Where are you going?” asked Benny as you went up to the garage.

“Scavenging. I’ll be back later,” you said as you quickly left the building. You slowed your walk as you got to the end of the dirt road, some well placed random shrubs making it look overgrown and abandoned. You cut across the road and walked for about half an hour, your anger falling away as you found a few useful things in cars.

A snapping twig branch stopped you cold, hand shooting to your thigh holster for your gun.

Only you’d never put it on you were so angry when you left.

“Look what we have here,” said a man as you spun around. “That the chick from the picture?”

“Picture?” you said as the other man with him nodded.

“Oh we are set for life,” said the second guy. They moved quickly and you knew it was going to be a fight, no time to run.

You did your best to remember what Dean had shown you over the months and managed to get out of there minus your backpack. You could outrun them now as long as you didn’t trip up.

Or get tossed into the closest tree with no warning at all. You barely registered it as happening before a bag was over your head and hands were in you.

“Hey! We found her!” said one of the men.

“Good for you,” said a female voice. You tried to break out of the hood but couldn’t for some reason, stilling when you heard the men groan and then go silent. “Quick learner. Good. That may be useful to you.”

“You’re a demon, aren’t you,” you said.

“Ruby. Those two sent up the bat signal that they found you and here I am,” she said.

“What do you want?” you asked, something right wrapping around your wrists, snaking its way over your mouth.

“Quiet. Keeping your mouth shut will probably be best in the end anyways,” she said. “Trust me. You won’t like where we’re going.”

Ruby did in fact have a point. You had not liked where you wound up. You were now in a flimsy t shirt and thin shorts, inside some freezing cold storm cellar and tied to a metal chair which was an insult to injury in your opinion.

Then there was the tray table with a giant blade you didn’t even want to think about.

The door flung open and you swallowed, keeping your mouth shut as Sam Winchester stepped down in front of you. There was something horribly off about him that made you shiver, Sam smirking when you did.

“Apologies. You have no idea what’s going on, do you?” he asked. You stared up at him and he put out his chin. “You can talk.”

“Are you a demon too?” you asked, trying to play dumb.

“Y/N. I know you’ve been living with my brother so let’s not pretend, hm?” he said. You closed your eyes and Sam nodded. “I don’t care what he does as long as it doesn’t interfere with me. On his own with his little friends, or should I say the few friends that are left, I don’t care. He can run around and play army man with my demons all he wants. All it does is get more hunters killed which is fine with me. You though...unfortunately you’re important. You’ve always been important but especially now that he knows you...cares for you.”

“You want to use me as bait?” you scoffed. Sam smirked and you sat back in the chair when he leaned down in your face.

“I want to break him. I want him to not be able to save you. I want him to find what he couldn’t protect once again. His little soulmate,” he said. You frowned, Sam raising an eyebrow. “Are you two not...oh that makes it even better. You’re not even together yet. I bet there’s all the pining stares though, hm?”

“What do you mean soulmate?” you asked, doing a decent job of keeping your voice calm.

“I mean soulmate. You’re his. I figured out who you were a long time ago and put out a watch for you. It’s not your fault. It was bad luck was all,” he said, going over to the tray. “This isn’t even a trap for him as I suspect you’re hoping for. This will be a long and highly unpleasant process for you while you’re here. Time...slows down in this room. It’ll take time that way,” he said.

“Time to what, kill me?” you said. Sam smiled as he picked up a blade. You swallowed as he made a gash over your forearm.

“I won’t kill you. Time will,” he said. “I want Dean broken, remember? He will be when he eventually finds you.”

“What…” you trailed off as he went up the stairs and locked the cellar shut. The air felt less oppressive once he was gone but you didn’t figure you were in the clear yet. Carefully you worked on the ropes, your arm eventually no longer bleeding. After a solid hour if you had to guess, you were free and stood up, taking a step forward. The floor was instantly covered in ice cold water, slowly rising.

You went over to the door and up the few steps, pushing against it as the water was suddenly as your feet again.

“Oh shit,” you said pushing again. You stared at the dark water and took a deep breath, watching it fill the room and way out. You tried the door again, shaking violently in the freezing water.

Then like that it was gone and you tumbled back down to the floor, coughing and looking over your shoulder when the door opened.

“I’m not letting you die that quickly. I’m sure you’ll get used to this arrangement soon enough.”

You had no idea how long you’d been in the room. It felt like a few weeks but you had a sneaking suspicion it’d only been a few days. You figured out that stepping on the stairs made the room fill with water which was actually a decent way to get some liquid in you.

If you sat in the chair only a thin layer of water would be on the floor that made your feet and legs go numb. If you picked up the blade, the water disappeared and the room would get warm but your wound would bleed excessively. You’d figured out how to rotate between the three options so any one didn’t kill you but Sam had a point.

You were so tired of being cold, of being hungry and in pain, it felt like you were getting close to a breakdown.

Or a choice.

You picked up the blade and went over to the stairs, taking a step up. Water filled the room and you slashed the knife over your arm again, a deep cut that bled and bled. You pressed against the door with all your weight, using the blade to carve someone of your blood into the wood.

It blew open quickly and you poked your head out, leaving the blade behind as you crawled onto some dirt. You breathed hard and looked around, grateful that it seemed like you had no babysitter around.

“Ow,” you said, squeezing your arm, tilting your head back. “I’ll never complain about being forced to research again.”

You figured you’d made the right call to wait to use your get out of jail free card since no one was there anymore.

But it didn’t make up for the fact you were soaking wet, barely had anything on and it was easily forty degrees out. You were shivering instantly, barely getting a few feet before it dawned on you why they’d left you alone.

You’d die out there quickly. In the cellar you could stay alive.

“Not much of a choice,” you said to yourself. You tried to wring what water you could out of the clothes before you started to walk through some woods. After maybe fifteen minutes you were too cold to keep going. To your right there was a nook in a tree that looked like as good a place as any to keel over.

You took a leery step when you heard footsteps. A lot of them.

“No, no,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. “No. I’m not going back. I’m not! I’m not-”

You got a face full of flashlights, turning away and falling to the ground, shaking against it.

“She’s hypothermic,” said Dean. You flew your eyes open, the light out of your face as Dean knelt down and started to rip off his jacket. You saw Benny and quite a few other people you didn’t recognize with weapons.

“Keep a lookout people,” said Benny, turning away when Dean grabbed your shirt. You shut your eyes as he peeled it along with your shorts off, his warm flannel jacket wrapped around you.

“Get my gear,” said Dean, ripping off his vest and unbuttoning his flannel before he took it off. He wrapped it around your legs and put his scarves on you, rubbing your back before he picked you up. “Vehicles. Now.”

You held onto him as best as you could, burying your face in his neck.

“You’re okay. We’ll get you warmed up real soon, sweetheart,” he said, breaking into a light jog. You were impressed he could manage to do that but couldn’t talk, just hung on a little harder and hoped the message got across. “Don’t fall asleep on me sweetheart. Stay awake a little longer, Y/N.”

Water hit you and you whined, shuddering as you heard Dean shout.

“She’s not a demon for fucks sake! The spell wouldn’t have worked to find her if she was you jackass,” growled Dean.

“Sorry,” said someone as he moved with you quickly. They were quiet aside from the sound of boots on packed dirt. You felt a few drops of rain for a moment before Dean put a hand over your head.

“Alright, let’s take the jeep,” he said, climbing into a vehicle with you. Someone else hopped in and they shut the door behind you, someone going to the driver’s seat. “Bunker. Benny start cracking those heat packs, shove them in the sleeping bag, make a little sauna.”

Dean ripped off his shirt and pressed your bare chest to his.

“We gotta warm you up careful,” he said as the jeep started to move. “Shit you’re still like ice.”

“Dean,” said Benny. You heard velcro and Dean sighed. “Take it. She’s freaking blue. She needs it.”

“It’s your supply Benny,” said Dean.

“She’s my friend,” he said as you turned your head to look at him, spotting a small glowing vial in his hands. “One I will apologize to when she��s not on the brink of death.”

“You won’t get another,” said Dean.

“I know,” said Benny. “Open your mouth, Y/N. This’ll help.”

You parted your lips and felt the vial touch them. They tilted your head back and you swallowed down whatever it was. Instantly the shake in you was gone, body warmer like it should have been and your arm didn’t hurt as much.

“There we go,” said Dean. “Good girl. Good girl. Let’s get her in the sleeping bag.”

Benny finished with the bag while Dean took his coat off of you and buttoned you up in his flannel instead, the two of them sliding you into the warm bag and tighting it around you to keep the heat in.

“Her color looks good,” said Benny as you shut your eyes.

“‘M tired,” you mumbled, burrowing into the warmth.

“You can sleep now, Y/N,” said Dean, resting a hand on your head. “Go ahead. Sleep sweetheart.”

“How’s she doing?” said Benny as you stirred awake. You blinked open your eyes, finding yourself in your bedroom, still tucked into the sleeping bag but it was looser and someone had bandaged your arm.

“Looks better,” said Dean who was in a chair by your bed. He ran a hand over your head and you shut your eyes again. “That’s the third time she’s woken up. She must not have slept for two days straight.”

“Get some hot food in her when she’s up,” said Benny. “She’ll feel better.”

“Ben. Why’d you give her your grace?” asked Dean.

“Cause you don’t got any.”

“It was for you.”

“Yeah and last I remember according to your little rules, we can use it however we want,” said Benny.

“I thought you didn’t trust her,” said Dean.

“Well obviously I made a mistake. She got the short end of it. She was too cold and we were too far from home. She would have died and you know it,” said Benny, pausing for a moment. “Everyone wants to know what you want them to do.”

“Tell them to restock and head back to their homes. We’re not ready for Sam yet,” said Dean.

“Alright. I’ll make you two some food before I head out with Donna,” he said.

“Thanks Benny,” he said. The room grew quiet and you could feel Dean playing with your hair.

You moved your head a little, nuzzling into it, Dean seeming to understand and rubbing his hand over your head instead.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, so quiet you barely heard it. You peeled open one eye and then the other, Dean forcing a smile. “There she is. Hi, sweetheart. You’re home. You’re safe now.”

“S’not your fault,” you whispered.

“What?” he said.

“I could have tried harder with that Ruby demon. It’s not-“

“She’s bad news. It’s not...it’s no one’s fault, okay?” he said. You nodded and peeled a hand out from the sleeping bag, reaching up and grabbing Dean’s.

“Lay down with me,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “Please.”

“Okay. Whatever you want,” he said. He moved around for a moment before the bed dipped behind you and he lay down. He placed an arm over your waist and tugged you back against him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Need to be held right now,” you breathed out.

“You’re not okay,” he said, getting even closer.

“Yes I am,” you said.

“Y/N.”

“I’m fine,” you said, sitting up quickly, giving him a glare. You took a deep breath, tears prickling in your eyes. “Nothing bad happened. I’m fine.”

“Y/N. That’s bullshit and you know it,” he said.

“I was cold and got a scratch. What’s the big deal?” you said, your bottom lip wobbling. Dean sat up and pulled you into his lap, shushing you when you started to cry. “I’m fine.”

“You were taken and hurt and you almost died. You’re not fine. Don’t be the tough guy with me, Y/N,” he said.

“Well I have to be,” you said despite burrowing your face in his shoulder.

“Why?”

“You have to be tough nowadays. You have to. You can’t be like this,” you said, a shaky breath leaving you. “Y-You can’t.”

“Yes, you can. We need to be or else we’ll turn into monsters too,” he said.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you whispered, holding onto him harder.

“It doesn’t matter what happened. It was bad, plain and simple. I won’t let something like that happen again. I promise,” he said.

“You can’t promise that,” you sniffled, fisting your hands in his shirt.

“You are the worst little spoon on earth, you know,” he said. You let out a dry laugh, Dean resting his cheek on the top of your head. “You’re okay.”

“I saw Sam.”

Dean tensed briefly before he forced himself to relax.

“How’d he seem?” he asked.

“Not right. He’s not going to listen to you if try and talk to him. He’ll kill you outright,” you said. He wiped off your face and you smiled. “Dean.”

“Later. It’s been a long few days,” he said. “We can talk tomorrow. Tonight, let’s just rest.”

“Did you get like an army of your friends to come get me or was I imagining that?” you asked.

“When you didn’t come back and we saw your gear was still here, we went looking. We found a couple of dead bodies along with your pack near some sulfur. Then we worked out a tracking spell. It wasn’t specific but it got us in the area. We knew it was demons and Benny and I needed more than just us in case-”

“Don’t risk all those people for me again, Dean,” you said. “Okay? They need to stay alive to help with Sam.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t agree to that,” he said. “Ain’t no use in having an army if you don’t use it every once in a while.”

“Just-”

“I know. Everyone volunteered though and I’m sorry but I just can’t promise that,” he said. You sighed and nodded, Dean rubbing your back. “We’ll figure out what Sam was up to and why he wanted you. I promise.”

“I know why,” you breathed out.

“Alright. Tell me in the morning. For tonight though, just let it out, Y/N. You’ll feel better. Trust me.”

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!

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Possible Hero 6

Authors notes: Well folks this is it we’re in the endgame now, so watch as the final countdown to catastrophe begins!

Kim Possible & Big Hero 6 (c) Disney

Chapter 10: Countdown to Catastrophe Pt 3:

It was now daytime over San Fransokyo however all was not well Baymax in his armour was carrying Hiro, not on his back but held him by his left arm. Hiro struggled to get free from his friends grip but couldn’t.

“Baymax you have to listen to me!” Hiro pleaded but had no response as Baymax’s eyes glowed red he knew it was no longer his friend but he was under the control of someone else.

Hiro tried reaching for his armour access port so he could remove the chip that was responsible for this but couldn’t reach. Baymax then turned to him.

“Do not.” He said in a deep voice and Hiro just gave up.

The robot flew towards a cliff side far from the city and there was a small cave entrance. They flew in and at the end of the tunnel was a steel door which upon Baymax’s landing opened to reveal a tunnel.As they entered Hiro struggled to break free from Baymax’s grip but couldn’t.

“Resistance will result in further injury.” Baymax advised in a deep voice.

Hiro looked in surprise just then the door in front of them opened and they walked inside. They passed Momakase who was busy dicing sushi with her graphene katanas she took a moment to look and see their new prisoner.

Meanwhile Globby and Noodle Burger boy were busy playing poker as Hiro and Baymax walked by.

“Golly mister, I’ve got a noodle supreme with all the fixings.” Noodle burger boy said as he showed his hand.

“Gah knock it off with all the fast food jabber its confusing!” Globby groaned.

Baymax escorted Hiro down the hall of this strange complex then suddenly the young genius heard the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hi Hiro.” Said the voice. “Trina?” Hiro said and he looked to see the head of a brown haired girl with greyish blue eyes sitting on the table near him and there were wires coming out of it.

“GAH!” Hiro said in shock! “Y, you’re a..” “A robot, obviously” Trina answered as her body tapped Hiro’s shoulder it was wearing a pink shirt with grey pants and dark red shoes and wore black fingerless gloves on her hands.

Hiro was shocked to see and find out that a friend he met at the bot fighting arena and was responsible for using some of the contestants robots to commit crimes was really a robot the whole time.

“Uh obviously.” Hiro said stuttering “You never figured it out? Thats so pathetic it’s cute.” She said as her body did the gestures.

Hiro just looked back on the robot and then suddenly realised how her voice sound a lot like Kims a rather strange coincidence really. Baymax and Hiro continued down the hall way until another voice emerged one he was all too familiar with indeed.

“Well well well look who it is.” Hiro looked to see Shego leaning on the left wall filing her nails and smirked.

“Are you ever not going to get captured by the bad guys kid.” She said practically gloating. “Still this does make a change from last time doesn’t it, but it’s kind of ironic that your so called family is the one to bring you to the bad guys instead.” She walked over and looked him in the eyes.

“Yeah why don’t you take a picture Shego it’ll last longer.” Hiro glared.

“Hm not a bad idea.” Shego said as she pulled out her phone and took a picture of Hiro being held hostage by Baymax.

“I still can’t believe you decided to work with Obake!” Hiro glared.

“Hey nothing personal kid it’s just business, besides for once I’m on the winning side.” Shego smirked.

“Yeah and what happens when the winning side cuts you loose.” Hiro said as controlled Baymax pulled him away.

“Talk to the hand kid.” Shego brushed off. With that Baymax took Hiro to the end of the corridor and saw a glowing green light from the doors window.

The door opened and Hiro saw standing over a collection of monitor screens showing a map of the city a surveillance footage of his friends, Ron and Rufus in the Lucky Cat Cafe and some schematics for a device and the man watching them was Obake himself.

“Hiro Hamada, welcome.” Obake greeted as he turned to face his captive.

Hiro’s Garage Lucky cat Cafe:

Meanwhile back at the garage at the Lucky Cat Cafe the rest of Big Hero 6, Ron and Rufus were present, but Honey Lemon waited at the garage door rather anxious as a certain young genius was no where to be seen. However Ron was worried too he still hadn’t heard from Kim about what happened at Night Market.

“Oh Hiro was supposed to meet us.” Honey said holding a lock of her hair.

“Its not just him I still can’t get word from KP do you think she’s okay?” Ron said still brooding over the Kimmunicator.

“Ron relax I’m sure she’s fine she’ll get here soon.” Wasabi assured and Rufus backed that up with a consoling tap on Rons shoulder.

“Its defiantly weird.” Everyone then turned to Fred looking over the conspiracy board.

“People who make elaborate conspiracy boards are usually pretty reliable.” Fred then said.

“Uh huh.” Rufus agreed. “Great but it still doesn’t tell us what the bad guys planning.” Wasabi said.

“There has to be a pattern somewhere?” Gogo said, Ron looked over the board himself and he wished Kim was here as she could figure out the pattern faster than anyone. However when Ron looked over the board he suddenly noticed something and just like that something clicked.

“Hold the nacos guys!” Ron exclaimed getting their attention. “I think you’ve been looking at this all wrong!”

“Ron, explain now!” Gogo said simply wanting to know what he was talking about.

“You shouldn’t be looking for a pattern in the threads, you should be looking at the things that have been raised from the pattern.” Ron explained and it seemed everyone seem to know what he was talking about.

“Obake has the magnet from the school.” Gogo said looking at the large magnet that was stolen on Halloween night.

“And he was doing something in the bay.” Fred added.

“Yeah hence why he helped you guys stop that Baron Von Steamer dude right, but why?” Ron then asked Wasabi then realised something.

“What if he was turning H2O into D2O?” Wasabi said

“D20?” Ron asked. “Yeah it’s known fact that sea water if properly converted can be turned from H2O into an element known as D2O.” Wasabi explained.

“Which means what?” Ron asked again still confused.

“Heavy water, that can be used as fuel.” Gogo then explained.

“Uh huh I mean I don’t get it but ah huh.” Fred said.

“Oh right I think I had that on a science test once, I think it was one of the questions I got wrong.” Ron realised. “But fuel for what?”

“I don’t know but we know he was obsessed with Shimamoto.” Honey said looking at an old newspaper clipping about the city rising painting.

“Okay okay but what about the energy amplifying thing, Granville said he tried to make one but failed, and you said Yama blackmailed Hiro into stealing that ornament from her desk which we know was said amplifier.” Ron listed. “So what could he want with a magnet, water fuel then trick Hiro into making the amplifier for him? I mean I may not be smart but I’m getting a doomsday machine vibe from this.”

“Great minds think alike my man.” Fred said and Rufus nodded.

As they talked Honey Lemon began to think about all the components that their shadowy adversary had stolen in the past few months and what they could be assembled into. Then suddenly a horrifying realisation hit her he’d stolen Shimamotos journal during their confrontation at SFAI and given what they recently just learned there was only one clear conclusion.

“The Great Catastrophe!” She gasped. “He’s trying to recreate the Great Catastrophe!”

Everyone looked in horror knowing what said catastrophe did all those years ago to the city and most importantly the people.

“Wait wait the catastrophe that destroyed the entire city years ago the one Shimamoto said she created in her message that Great Catastrophe!?” Ron questioned in fright.

“Yep thats the one.” Wasabi said in a scared voice. “Oh no!” Rufus squeaked.

“And he has everything he needs.” Gogo realised, this was Obake’s endgame.

“Okay it’s official this is the insanest bad guy plan in the history of bad guy plans he’s going to kill thousands of innocent people!” Ron exclaimed.

Just then the kimmunicator ring tone sounded off which to Ron was a great relief it had to be Kim calling in from Night Market. So Ron hurried to answer it.

“Kim KP you there!” Ron called but it wasn’t Kim but Wade.

“Ron guys!” Wade called. “Wade whats wrong?” Gogo asked seeing the worried tone in his voice.

“I’ve lost contact with Kim, she found Obake’s hidden secret but the cellar was drowning the signal!” Wade panicked. “When I managed to get through I could hear some kind of explosion! Somethings wrong!”

“Oh no Kim!” Ron exclaimed. “Ron put whatever you’re thinking out of your head, lets get down to Night Market square and…” Gogo was interrupted by a groaning sound coming from the garage entrance everyone turned and saw something that made them gasp in shock.

“Oh my..” Honey gasped.

What or rather who they saw was Kim Possible, not dead and certainly not buried under the rubble of a building. She was panting with exhaustion and was completely covered in soot from head to toe and her left armour gauntlet was cracked and fried.

“Hey guys.” She breathed before she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

“Kim!” Ron exclaimed as everyone ran over to her unconscious body

KP P.O.V

Kim was barely conscious but she could see the faces of Ron Honey, Gogo, Wasabi, Fred and Rufus standing over her but then she passed out.

Sometime later she began to hear voices around her and could faintly make out the voices as her friends and her parents.

“When she came in she just collapsed.” Honey explained rather worried.

“Its okay Honey you and the others did the right thing calling us.” Ann said assuringly. “She’s okay just badly shaken and bruised but she’ll come around in a few minutes.”

Slowly her eyes opened to see her parents and friends looking over her.

Normal view

She groaned as she woke up and found herself on the couch in the garage. Her armour had been removed as well as her equipment belt and gloves. She slowly managed to sit up.

“Easy Kimmy cub don’t try and stand.” James warned with care.

“Uh Dad, Mom guys.” Kim groaned. Just then Ron came through to see her and just wrapped her in a hug.

“KP you’re okay!” Ron breathed in relief. “Ow ow Ron easy.” She groaned as he hugged her too tight and Rufus came and hugged her face.

“Kim what, what happened?” Ron asked. “Oh you know just another disagreement between me and a mad man you know how it goes.” Kim said casually. “Obake just tried to bring a building down on my head.”

“What?” James said “Why?” “I’m betting so she wouldn’t interfere with his plan.” Gogo guessed.

“Kim we just figured out what Obake’s plan is!” Fred then said.

“Let me guess he’s trying to recreate the Great Catastrophe.” Kim said much to everyones surprise especially Ann and James.

“How did you…” “Figured it out when he showed me…” Kim answered Wasabi but she suddenly remembered.

“Hiro!” Kim breathed and suddenly summoned the strength to stand up from the couch.

“Obake’s got Hiro we need to find them now!” Kim said in a serious tone

“What!” Honey exclaimed. “Kim whats going on?!” Gogo asked.

“It’s Obake he’s been watching all of us!” Kim began explaining. “He has surveillance footage set up every where at your homes, the hotel where I’m staying, Hiro’s lab at SFIT and the Lucky Cat!” Kim listed.

“He’s been watching us, but that means..” “He knows who we are!” Gogo interrupted Wasabi who then realised how.

“Noodle Burger Boy! He can scan customers and analyse their food needs Obake must have taken him so he could scan us during the fight and learn our identities!” Wasabi figured.

“And this mad man plans to create the same catastrophe that destroyed the city!” Ann gasped. “But why?” James said.

“To make what he calls a new world he won’t care about those who get hurt and he had Noodle do something to Baymax during the fight at Krei tech to get control of him.” Kim explained as she put her equipment belt back on.

“A sleeper!” Fred gasped. “But how do we find Obake we don’t even know where he is!” Honey said.

“Yeah without Baymax we can’t track him!” Wasabi pointed out.

“What about the tracking through the data chip thing we used before?” Ron suggested.

“Obake was the one who suggested that so he’ll make sure we can’t use that to track him.” Gogo shot down.

Kim then put her gloves back on and activated the Kimmunicator to call Wade.

“Kim oh man am I glad to see you.” Wade gasped in surprise. “Yeah likewise Wade, can you get a fix on Hiro’s position?” She then asked.

“On it!” Wade replied. “Wait you can find him how?!” Wasabi asked.

Flashback to Granville’s office.

Kim placed a consoling hand on Hiro’s shoulder after hearing Granville’s story but when she removed it a small blue device was now on Hiro’s neck under his hair.”

“I placed a tracker on him just in case something like this happened.” Kim said.

Present day:

“Wow way to think ahead.” Fred said. Then Wade buzzed in.

“Got him!” Wade said now they knew where Hiro was.

Obake’s lair

Deep in Obake’s lair the villain is showing his captive Hiro some footage shedding some light on what happened during their fight at Krei tech.

“Noodle Burger boy.” Hiro guessed.

It showed Noodle burger boy swinging down to Baymax’s chest and inserting a certain chip into his data port which caused him to go haywire then later take Hiro straight to the villains lair.

“I should have been there.” Hiro said with a look of guilt realising he was to blame for Baymax being like this now. “but I was…”

“Doing vital work.” Obake interrupted then showing him the energy amplifier he unknowingly created on his behalf. “For me.”

He gestured for Baymax to let the young genius go which the robot complied. Obake then placed the amplifier into a container for storage then showed him a monitor of a painting done by a certain artist.

“Lenore Shimamoto?” Hiro wondered. “I’m a big fan.” Obake said as he unveiled her creation as the other villains in the room watched.

“Shimamoto built a rather unique machine.” Obake moved the visuals showing the schematics of said machine. “It created a star.” He then showed a holo vis of an energy star.

“A star?” Hiro wondered. “It collapsed quickly.” Obake described in the visual.

“Th, that would create a giant shock wave.” Hiro then had a horrifying realisation. “Wait thats how she caused the Great Catastrophe!”

“Oh you are sharp.” Obake complimented then moving the slides to show San Fransokyo in the past and present day.

“But new San Fransokyo is much larger now, so I need a bigger bang!” He then explained. “I improved upon Shimamoto’s inadvertent discovery, it should be quite a show.”

“Why didn’t I listen to Granville.” Hiro said to himself in guilt.

“Because like me you were meant, to push limits.” Obake said to his fellow genius showing him a simulation of the star exploding and destroying the entire city in the process.

Hiro smacked away from the mad genius Obake seeing he really was insane.

“But everyone will be….Aunt Cass!” He breathed in horror. “ I, I have to warn her!” Hiro hurried to try and exit the room but Baymax stopped him.

“If it’s any comfort, even if she left now she wouldn’t make it out of the city in time.” Obake said coming over giving Hiro false consolation while Globby stuffed his face with sushi but realised what Obake was planning to do.

“Wait he’s going to destroy San Fransokyo?” Globby questioned. “Even Joes Diner?” He got into Momakase’s face.

She responded by slamming the sushi tray into his face. “Your breath smells like garbage!” She said and Noodle just giggled.

“Besides Globby, he’s a bad guy this kinda thing goes with the territory thats what you signed up for right?” Shego smirked liking Obake’s ambition more and more.

However the glob villain bore a rather doubtful look in his glowing green eyes, he never signed up for this, he just wanted to be recognised but not when people he knows are going to get hurt.

Freds Mansion:

At Freds Mansion the rest of the Team Possible and Big Hero 6 were suited up in their armour. Kim had just set out to try and rescue Hiro from Obake but decided to go solo as this required stealth, meanwhile James and Ann were told to take the boys and look after Aunt Cass at the cafe and be ready to move at a moments notice. This left the rest of the team waiting figuring out what to do next.

“Hiro, Hiro.” Honey tried on the coms to no success. “Nothing.”

“There has to be something we can do to help.” Gogo said.

“If we had Baymax we could scan for him and go help.” Wasabi thought just as Mini Max entered Freds room carrying a tray of asparagus.

Then Fred had an idea. “Well can you scan for people Mini Max?”

“Sure within a mini radius.” Mini-Max answered.

“How mini is mini?” Ron asked. “This room” Mini Max answered and began scanning.

“I do not detect Hiro Hamada.” Mini Max said much to Freds disappointment.

“Asparagus spear.” Mini Max offered which immediately perked Fred up a bit. However Ron had just had enough.

“Guys we can’t just sit here and do nothing!” Ron said. “What can we do Ron, Kims benched us and we don’t know how we can help find Obake.” Gogo said.

“But we can’t give up, I know sometimes I screw up on missions sometimes and heck I’m not to afraid to admit I get scared!” Ron then began to say. “But I’m still there beside Kim through thick and thin, because you never abandon your friends in a time of need.” Everyone listened to what Ron was saying. “KP’s doing her part now we need to step up and do ours.”

Everyone was amazed and surprisingly inspired by Rons speech and deep down they knew he was right.

“Wow good speech.” Fred said amazed. “Uh huh.” Rufus said hopping onto Honey Lemons shoulder.

“Now come on we have big brains in this room now is there a way we can find Obake or at least his Catastrophe machine!” Ron then said.

“We know his machine will out put a lot of energy.” Honey Lemon pointed out.

“We are able to scan for an energy surge.” Wasabi added.

“Let’s pick up our equipment from SFIT, and get to the highest point in the city.” Gogo decided.

“Find Obake.” Wasabi said determined. “Find Hiro.” Honey said determined.

“And stop this countdown to catastrophe.” Ron said determined.

“You know Ron sometimes you are really surprising.” Gogo admitted.

“Thats what you get when you underestimate the Ron man! A BOOYAH!” Ron cheered.

“Now if only you could solve the losing your pants problem.” Gogo then said as they took their leave.

“Aw man way to undo the Booyah.” Ron said rather down.

“Hey she does that dude.” Fred acknowledged. “There there.” Mini Max consoled.

Obake’s Lair:

“You’ll be quite safe here with me, two visionaries just hanging.” Obake said as he was typing on the keys to his computer and plugging in Noodle Burger boy.

“Its not about me your going to hurt millions of people!” Hiro tried.

“Together we’re going to create a star, congratulations Hiro thats some final project.” Obake merely said.

“NO!” Hiro said. “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” He reasoned but Obake knew where he’d heard that before.

“Ech thats Granville talking.” Obake just gagged.

“Because, Granville was right.” Hiro began to see what his teacher was trying to tell him about having limits. “She’s been right all along.” He said in guilt.

“Nonsense!” Obake disagreed. “Do you know why Icarus plunged to his doom?” He then asked.

“Because he flew too high.” Hiro answered. “Because he needed better wings.” Obake said putting his hands on the geniuses shoulders looking at him squarely in the eye.

“We have the ability to remake the world!” Obake said. “Starting with this city! The worthy survive” He then said with a sadistic smile, whilst Hiro looked with worry as he was helpless.

Elsewhere deep in the lair near the water filtration system, a grate was raised from the floor and out from it was a certain red headed teen who was now wearing a wet suit with an air tank. She had to admit Obake was smart putting his lair hiding in plain sight under the San Fransokyo bay where no-one would think to look it was a wonder why none of her arch enemies had thought to do that yet.She removed her air mask and goggles then activated the Kimmunicator.

“Wade I’m in.” Kim said. “Right according to the tracker Hiro should be somewhere in the control room some kilometres east to your position.” Wade relayed. “Ron and the others are trying to locate Obake’s machine.”

“Please and thank you.” Kim said as she turned off the Kimmunicator, took off her flippers and as her bare feet touched the cold metal ground she went off to find Hiro.

Elsewhere in the city:

Meanwhile the rest of the team were in Wasabi’s car heading through the city after collecting their equipment. However, they were going at an unbelievably slow pace probably because the neat freak of the group was driving despite some protest.

“Wasabi step on it!” Gogo said “Way ahead of you we are currently five percent over the speed limit.” Wasabi said looking at the speedo.

“Uh dude no offence and all but we are kind of in a hurry so can we please pick up the pace!” Ron said. “Uh huh yeah Floor it!” Rufus agreed.

“This is a quick enough pace.” Wasabi said. “Okay I can’t believe I’m saying this but maybe we should have let Gogo drive.” Ron said but be careful what you wish for.

“Way ahead of you.” Gogo said pulling out what looked like a remote control for a toy car. “New driver!”

With that they accelerated forward with Wasabi yelling in terror as they did swerving round cars and speeding through the streets like something from a Fast and Furious film. Gogo worked the controls on her remote. Not to say there was a side effect to this for one of the passengers in the back seat with Ron, Rufus and Honey Lemon.

“Uh guys, heads up I get a little car sick.” Fred warned as he started to gag as he wasn’t feeling so good “In the back sometimes.”

Honey moved a little closer to Ron who blushed a little whilst Rufus hid behind her head to avoid the coming vomit crisis.

Back at Obake’s Lair:

Obake carried Hiro’s energy amplifier as he Baymax, Noodle Burger Boy and Shego escorted the young genius down the hallway. But Hiro still didn’t know the reason for being here.

“Why am I here?!” He demanded. “You have my energy amplifier what more do you want?”

Obake stopped outside a door Hiro then stopped only for Noodle to crash into him and Hiro pushed him back.

“A student.” Obake then answered. “I’m sorry?” Hiro questioned.

“Granville doesn’t understand your potential but I do!” Obake then said with an evil look. “When my new city is complete, it will be a paradise for learning and research I can’t wait to see what you’ll accomplish!” He said rather eagerly.

“What we’ll accomplish.” He said calmly. Hiro couldn’t believe what he was hearing Obake wanted him as a student in this new world of his he really was crazy.

“What!” He said in disbelief. “You’d have to be crazy to think that I would ever join you!” He exclaimed.

“You’re a bit worked up right now.” Obake observed ignoring his comments and he moved for Baymax to open the door to what looked like a prison cell.

“But you’ll understand, tragedy has moulded us, intellect has driven us, now we stand at the doorway to greatness!” Obake said with determination.

“Once it’s all over and theres nothing left to save you’ll see things differently.” He predicted.

“No I won’t!” Hiro disagreed. “I’m not like you!”

“Aren’t you?” Obake questioned whilst holding up the energy amplifier the young genius made despite the protests from his tutor. Hiro then began to wonder if he was right. Before he could answer Baymax pushed him into the cell and shut the door behind him before he tried to get out.

“Go set the wheels in motion.” Obake said as he handed the amplifier to Noodle Burger boy.

“Oo oo oooo!” Noodle cheered. “An order of the secret menu!”

“JUST GO WILL YOU!” Shego exclaimed. With that Noodle just hopped away to do his job. Obake then turned to Hiro in his cell.

“Oh and Hiro in case you were thinking that Mrs Possible might try and come to rescue you.” Obake said as he then activated a video of Kim inside the basement of the Night Market Square building she was trying to get out but then a huge explosion consumed the room and then it switched to the outside view and Hiro looked in horror to see the building crumbling down to the ground with her still inside. Shego was in shock too.

“No!” Hiro breathed in horror. “I don’t deny my method is, harsh.” Obake said smiling. “But winning tends to settle any arguments.” Hiro just glared at the villain in disgust as he left.

“Hold up glow face!” Shego then said as he turned to see Shego rather angry.

“Is there a problem my dear?” He asked. “Yeah who said you could get rid of Kim Possible Thats my job!” Shego argued as the honour of defeating Kim was stolen from her.

“Was it though?” Obake questioned to which Shego looked confused. “Time and time again you’ve had the chance to defeat your enemy multiple chances in fact and every time you’ve squandered them.” He explained. “In fact you have the potential to be a great villain yourself but insist on working with amateurs like Drakken instead of pursuing your own path to greatness.”

Shego was still listening to what her new ‘boss’ was saying to her and began to question herself.

“I have merely shown you what you should have done from the start because unlike those other so called ‘super villains’ I don’t hold back and let those who interfere get the chance to do so again, and isn’t it clear that you're smart enough to take over the world?” Obake then questioned. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you like being the hired help.”

He then walked away from the scene to his control room but Shego wasn’t letting this freak insult her right to her face.

“Oh really!” She said as she ignited her plasma blasts but before she fired them they suddenly disappeared. She tried to use her powers even her gauntlets but they didn’t work.

“What w, what happened to my powers?” Shego gasped.

“Oh I’m sorry did you forget who you’re speaking to?” Obake said then pulling out of his pocket a small remote device.

“You see I anticipated you would stoop to something like this my dear, so I made sure to take the necessary precautions.” he explained. “Those gauntlets not only enhance your powers, but can also neutralise them with the touch of this remote.”

“WHAT?” Shego exclaimed. “You see what I have given you I can also take away, see to it you remember that.” He then pressed the button again giving Shego back her powers and left.

Shego knew she had been duped and she looked to the young genius in the cell and realised he was right Obake would betray her and who knows maybe even cut her loose.

Later Hiro was trying to escape his cell, he charged the door but instead of busting the door down it really hurt his arm as he hopped around in pain. He then tried pulling on the locking wheel multiple times even turning it but that didn’t work. All seemed hopeless until.

“Looking for a way out?” Hiro looked up and saw Globby sliming into the cell between the cracks. Hiro shrieked as he let go of the handle and fell on the floor.

Globby then fully entered the room just as Hiro stood back up again.

“What are you..” Hiro then realised what Globby was trying to do. “Wait, you’re going to help me escape?”

“Yeah I knew Obake was crazy, but I thought it was a fun crazy.” Globby explained. “Plus I don’t want to destroy the city all my friends live there.” he then said. “Felony Carl and urm?” He tried to list his other friends.

“Felony Carl.” He then said again. “Thats the whole list isn’t it?” Hiro asked with a knowing raised eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Globby said with a frown.

Outside the cell Momakase was busy tossing her Graphene knives at the opposite wall just out of pure boredom as she stood guard over the prisoner. Suddenly the door from Hiro’s cell was knocked down by Globby now in the form of a bull she turned and saw him and Hiro together.

“Me and the kid are breaking out!” Globby said and Hiro just smiled and waved.

“Counter proposal No!” Momakase denied as she drew her katana. She charged forward and sliced at Globby with her katana trying to strike him but every time she sliced at him he just reformed into his original shape.

“Globby are you okay?” Hiro asked out of concern.

“Yeah it looks worse than it feels.” Globby replied as the ninja chef keeps slicing.

Momakase jumps away and draws her second Katana. “Lets see if we can change that.” She twirled them round but before she could attack

KLUNK! Something hit her in the head or rather someone. She fell to the floor and revealed it was Kim in her wet suit holding a piece of piping in her hand showing it was her who knocked her out.

“What? You never learned a sneak attack in ninja school?” Kim cracked.

“Kim!” Hiro said amazed as he ran over and instantly hugged her which she just returned.

“But I thought, Obake?” “So did he but he clearly forgot who he was dealing with.” Kim smiled interrupting Hiro.

Flashback: Several hours earlier:

Kim sees the count down is about to reach zero, and suddenly sees a grate in the ground as she scans the room, she pulls up the grate then jumps into it just as the clock reaches zero and destroys the building. In the rubble some debris started to move and it revealed Kim with her gauntlet shield pushing up the debris to get clear she succeeds and pushes the slab away but the effort shorts out her gauntlet. She coughs in the dust but then walks away to head for the garage.

Present Day

“Besides, it’s not the first exploding building I’ve escaped from and it probably won’t be the last either.” Kim pointed out.

“But how did you find me?” He asked and she answered by pulling from his neck the tracking device she placed on him earlier and then he knew.

“Obake’s not the only one who’s one step ahead.” Kim smirked.

“Oh clever.” Globby said as he looked Kim was about to attack but.

“No no Kim it’s okay Globby’s on our side now.” Hiro explained. “Oh well good enough for me, now let’s get Baymax and get out of here.” She said

“Yeah but first.” Hiro gestured to Momakase as she was regaining consciousness. “Glob her” They said and instantly Globby fired some of his goop and pinned Momakase to the wall.

“Ha who’s breath smells like garbage now?!” Globby gloated. “Still yours!” Momakase said as she was then gagged with goop.

The three then headed down the hallway to look for Baymax without being seen but suddenly as they turned a corner they saw a certain green female with energy blasts standing between them.

“Well well well, I guess Obake’s full proof plan didn’t work, you’ve got more lives than a cat Kimmy.” Shego taunted.

“This isn’t a game Shego innocent people are going to die I can’t let that happen.” Kim said. “So you can either stand aside or we can go another round.” She warned moving into a battle stance.

Surprisingly however Shego didn’t take up her own combat stance, instead she powered down her plasma hands then turned to move out of the way.

“You’re ballon friends down this hall way fourth door on the left, if you plan on saving him you better hurry.” She then said.

This left Kim, Hiro and Globby confused Shego was letting them pass regardless of the consequences.

“What?” Hiro gasped in disbelief. “GO! Before I change my mind.” She then warned. With that the three ran past before Globby turned back to the green villainess.

“Thanks.” Globby said and he left. Shego then looked at herself and wondered why she just let them go like that.

“Since when did you grow a conscious?” She said to herself and to cover her tracks she ignited her right hand in plasma then shocked herself knocking her out onto the ground.

Elsewhere:

Hiro and Kim peaked into the room that Shego directed them to and found Baymax powered down in a dark room. Hiro snuck into the room and slowly approached his de-powered friend and reached for his data port to remove the chip.

“Whoa what are you doing!” Globby whispered. “He’s a bad robot now!” Hiro reached for Baymax but Kim put a hand on his arm to stop him he turned to her.

“I’m sorry Hiro, but it’s too great a risk right now we’re unarmed and out numbered and it’s to dangerous to escape with a bigger group.” She said then putting her hands on his shoulders knelling down to his level.

“But I promise we’ll come back for Baymax as soon as possible, but we have to go before we’re discovered.” She said and deep down Hiro knew they were right. He takes one last look at his friend.

“I’ll come back for you Baymax.” Hiro promised as the three took their leave of the room leaving Baymax de-powered and alone in the evil lair.

They soon arrived in the main control room and looked for a way out of the lair but scanning the room there wasn’t one.

“Theres no way out.” Hiro said. “And we can’t leave the way I came in I only brought one air tank.” Kim pointed out.

“Oh isn’t there?” Globby then said rather confident with his glob hands on his hips.

He reached for the grate on the floor and pulled it out of the floor revealing a potential escape route. Globby jumped down the manhole. But then came up again and grabbed Kim and Hiro with his glob hands.

“Hold your breath!” He called as he pulled them down the tunnel. “WHOA!” They cried as they went down.

Outside the lair which was a network of pipes and a circular entrance running straight into the bedrock under the bay Globby with Kim and Hiro inside quite literally escaped through the water pipe that lead from the lair to a pipe cover in the bedrock. The locking wheel turned and opened Globby made himself into an air bubble for his passengers to breath and in an instant they floated up to the surface and emerged on within the bay area.

Hiro and Kim then began running inside of Globby to make him move in the water towards the shore.

“You know I swear I’ve seen this once in a movie.” Kim then thought out loud.

“Did it involve superheroes lost in a jungle running away from bladed discs?” Hiro guessed since he’d seen that film once before when it was Freds turn for group movie night one time.

Upon making the shore Globby swung from building to building carrying both Kim and Hiro across the skyline. They soon landed in an alley way just opposite the Lucky Cat Cafe, with that Kim and Hiro dismounted.

“Wait here.” Hiro said as he left. “Why can’t I come in?” Globby asked.

“Are you seriously asking that?” Kim wondered. “I don’t have time to explain to you.” Hiro said as he left leaving Globby with a frown. “Rude.”

“Come on we’ll go round back to the garage.” Kim said as she pulled him towards the back of the cafe. “But I get it.” he then said.

Hiro then entered the Cafe completely drenched in water and was greeted by a welcome sight. “Hiro.” He looked to see his Aunt Cass serving coffee in the cafe.

“You’re okay.” she said in a relieving voice and Hiro gave a warm look to his aunt as he was afraid he wouldn’t see her again.

“Aunt Cass.” He breathed with joy nearly tearing up as he enveloped her in a hug.

“Whoa you’re all wet.” Cass noticed by the wetness of his clothes and hair.

“Yeah, ah freak down pour.” Hiro explained. “It didn’t rain here?” Cass questioned.

“Actually Cassie it did.”

Hiro and Cass looked to see Ann and James Possible sitting at the table enjoying some lunch in the cafe whilst at the same time keeping an eye on Cass should the worst happen.

“Yeah a surprising down pour earlier today, read it on my phone.” James added.

“Uh y, yes it happened three blocks away the weirdest thing.” Hiro agreed.

“There are fresh towels in the laundry room.” Cass accepted as she refilled someones coffee then had an idea. “Oh we should go out to dinner tonight your pick you know celebrate the end of your first semester.” she suggested.

“In fact Ann why don’t you and your family join us.” She then said. “We’d be delighted Cassie we’ll buy.” Ann offered.

“Oh I don’t think…” “Oh come on its our last day in San Fransokyo its the least we can do.” James agreed.

“Well okay then.” Cass said. Hiro just looked down a little guilty thinking if first finished semester could very well be his last.

“Thanks Aunt Cass.” Hiro thanked “Love you.” He said hugging her.

“Oh watch the hot coffee!” Cass warned lifting the two coffee pots in her hand. Then tilted her head embracing her nephew.

After a minute they broke their hug but Cass couldn’t help but notice the look on Hiro’s face. “Is something…”

“Uh gotta go.” Hiro said as he walked away to get himself dried off. “Don’t forget dinner tonight!” She called.

Hiro looked back and gave a warm smile to his aunt then looked to the Possible who nodded and wished him luck for what lay ahead.

Hiro’s Garage:

Meanwhile in the garage Kim was changing back into her mission outfit and told Globby to wait outside whilst she did. She slipped her black crop top back on and was now fully dressed in her mission outfit. Just then Hiro entered the garage.

“Hows your aunt?” Kim asked. “Oh yeah she’s fine.” Hiro said in a depressed mood. To which the cheerleader noticed.

“Hiro, whats wrong?” She asked and in response Hiro just swiped away the tools on his bench in anger.

“This, this is all my fault.” Hiro stuttered almost on the verge of a nervous break down.

“No this isn’t on you.” Kim tried. “Kim don’t you get it I disobeyed Granville I created that amplifier I set this in motion it is my fault!” Hiro said nearly on the verge of tears.

“I was so stupid, I wanted to prove I could accomplish the impossible that I didn’t realise that I was just handing the final piece that Obake needed right into his hands!” Hiro cried. “The city’s going to be destroyed and it’s all because of me and my ego!” Some tears started streaming down his face.

Kim sat down on the stool near Hiro’s work bench and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hiro, look at me.” She said and Hiro looked at her and listened. “Mistakes are going to happen it comes with the job be it as a super hero or even a young genius in university.” Kim said.

“Thats easy for you to say, you haven’t made any mistakes that have lead to a catastrophe.” Hiro then said given how perfect she seemed.

“You honestly think I haven’t made my own fair share of mistakes?” Kim questioned in surprise. “Well guess what I have.” this got the young geniuses attention.

“You see not to long ago Ron wanted to try out as a cheerleader for an extra curricular activity.” Kim described.

“The Mad Dog?” Hiro then remembered.

“Yeah and well as you can imagine the rest of my squad weren’t too fond of the idea and well instead of supporting him I sided with the cheer squad.” Kim explained. “And well it lead to a fight between me and him, since we’ve known each other since pre-k and I didn’t stand by my best friend.”

“All because he wanted to be a mascot?” Hiro questioned. “Hey he was foaming at the mouth I’m only human.” Kim then exclaimed.

“Anyway after a fight with Drakken and his Bebe robots I realised that I’d made a mistake that my friendship with Ron was more important than the opinion of the cheer squad and it turns out they liked his act.” Kim continued which left Hiro more than surprised.

“Then sometime later I made the mistake of suggesting that Ron should get a hair cut.” Kim explained which had gotten Hiro more confused. “But it changed him into something he wasn’t all because I thought what was best for him, and I realised he was better the way he was him and his Ronness.”

“So you see that was me making a mistake and it wasn’t the only one.” Kim then said. “We all make mistakes Hiro but whats important is how we make right by them.”

“But it’s not just that, Obake says I’m like him and, I can’t help but wonder if he’s right.” Hiro then explained.

“You’re not him, thats not the kind of person that you are.” Kim comforted.

“Then what kind of person am I?” Hiro wondered Kim then scooted closer to the young genius.

“The kind of person who cares whether or not all those people outside live or die in this visionary world of a deranged mad man.” Kim then gestured to the outside of the garage. “Obake believes he knows whats best for everyone, but you knew that the things that he was doing to accomplish that was wrong” She explained. “You know the difference between right and wrong and are not willing to blur the lines between them.” Hiro listened to what his friend said. “That is the kind of person you are, and thats what makes you different than Aken.” Kim said pointing to his chest.

“Being smart isn’t a thing you are Hiro, it’s what you do with it.” Kim then said. “The way that Tadashi raised you to do with it.”

Hiro looked up hearing the name of his brother and in that moment he knew she was right, he wasn’t like Obake at all. Sure he’s done some questionable short cuts and took dangerous risks and heck even made some mistakes but he’s always put right his mistakes. He then remembered his brothers dying words.

“So what are you going to do?” Kim then asked and after a minute Hiro responded.

“Theres someone out there who wants to hurt people.” Hiro said with determination. “Someone has to help!”

“Someone has to help.” Kim smiled. “You know for a moment there you sounded just like my brother.” Hiro noticed and so the two set to work.

Elsewhere:

Meanwhile high above the city on the city’s highest structure which was a rather tall radio tower, which was actually the place where Big Hero 6 had their second fight with Globby.

The rest of the team were still trying to track down Obake or his device using a small radar dish scanning for energy surges. Ron held the Kimmunicator attached to the radar as Wade was doing his part too. Gogo was using her tablet to run scans of the city too whilst Wasabi, and Honey Lemon watched Fredzilla meanwhile was looking down from the tall structure

“Wait you’re not scared to be up here Wasabi?” Fredzilla asked.

“Oh I’m quite terrified.” Wasabi acknowledged. “I’m just more afraid of the city being wiped out.

“You’re not the only one.” Ron agreed.

“The tall sky scraper or the city being wiped out?” Gogo asked already knowing the answer.

“Both.” Ron said. Rufus stayed close to Honey Lemon as he too was a little scared she petted him for comfort.

“Any luck Wade?” Gogo asked. “No nothing so far no sign of a surge of energy.” Wade relayed and then at that moment.

“Guys are you there?” Called a familiar voice on the coms. “HIRO!” Everyone exclaimed.

“Where are you? is Kim with you?” Wasabi asked.

“Yeah she’s with me, listen” Hiro relayed

Hiro’s Garage:

“Obake has control of Baymax, he used him to capture me.” Hiro said as he was putting his armour glove on and in the background Kim was doing the same with her newly repaired gauntlet.

“I only escaped because of Kim and Globby.” He then said and said Globby then landed next to Hiro.

“I’m a good guy now!” Globby said in joy

“Yay Globby!” Said a joyful Honey Lemon on the coms “I knew you weren’t all bad.” and Globby formed a glob ear on his left side then stuck himself to Hiro’s helmet and pulled it off his head and he fell over.

“Hey it’s the tall girl!” Globby said rather happy as Kim helped Hiro up. “She believed in me all along.”

“I’m really not that tall.�� Honey then said.

“Its probably the shoes she wears.” Kim guessed.

Obake’s lair:

Momakase is still stuck to the wall by Globby’s goop she struggles to free herself but to no avail. She tries to reach for her katana with her foot only for it to be picked up by another certain individual in the room. Obake proceeded to pull the glob gag off the ninja.

“The idiot glob helped the boy escape.” Momakase explained.

The left side of Obake’s face glowed in anger knowing his future apprentice escaped.

“And thats not all, the Possible girl is still alive!” She then said. “What!” Obake exclaimed and the glowing part of his face glowed brighter. “Thats impossible she couldn’t have survived that!”

“Yeah well thats the thing Obake.” Obake turned to see Shego limping towards him looking a little beat up. “Kimmy isn’t one to go down easy guess your plan to eliminate her wasn’t as full proof as you thought.” She said.

Obake just glared in anger then turned to Momakase and used the katana to cut her free. “Bring him back!” He exclaimed.

Momakase broke free from her goopy bonds “Why bother?” She then questioned.

“Yeah he’s clearly a lost cause and doesn’t want to be your student.” Shego agreed.

“He needs guidance, my guidance.” Obake said as he handed Momakase the katana and took his leave.

“Does he seem to be losing it?” Shego said to the ninja. “Finally something we can agree on.” Momakase agreed as she departed on her mission.

Elsewhere a distance from the city:

Meanwhile at a lighthouse a distance away from San Fransokyo Noodle Burger Boy on his hover claw vehicle arrived at the lighthouse with the energy amplifier in hand. He departs his vehicle and enters the top of the lighthouse.

“Noodle Burger, we deliver.” Noodle said as he opened the doors inside lay a large looking device and a group of machines surrounding it the machine that Obake built from the specs left behind by Lenore Shimamoto.

“Helooooo.” He called as he hoped inside the building. “he he he he he.”

Noodle hopped onto the control console and began flicking buttons and switches turning on the machine. He opened a compartment located in his head and pulled out the energy amplifier and inserted it into its desired slot in the centre of the machine. The amplifier twisted open inserting itself in the console.

Noodle then jumped from the machine. “This Noodle Burgers gonna ring everybody’s bell! He he he.” He said as he pressed a button and the power began building from one percent capacity and climbing. The amplifier then hummed into life surging power all over the room and so Noodle Burger Boy took his leave.

“Time to fry the noodle!” He sang as he entered his claw vehicle and fled the scene back to Obake.

Back with the team:

Whilst Gogo studied her tablet with Wade the radar suddenly detected the energy surge they were looking for.

“Gogo I’ve got something!” Wade relayed. Gogo checked the data and triangulated the location.

“Hiro, Kim it’s in the Kittyonpoint lighthouse.” Gogo relayed.

“Copy that.” Hiro relayed.

“How are we going to get there?” Honey wondered.

“Yeah without Baymax we can’t fly there and I’m not sure these jet packs can take passengers.” Ron agreed gesturing to his armour jet pack.

Hiros Garage:

Hiro was still trying to pull his helmet from Globby’s sticky face until finally he got it free and puts it back on.

“I’ll go.” Hiro said. “Not alone you’re not I’m coming too.” Kim said to which Hiro nodded.

“Okay you guys stay where you are.” Hiro said “Globby go be with the others.

“Okay but what are you and red going to do?” Globby asked.

“Something I’ll probably regret.” Hiro said. “I was afraid he’d say that.” Kim said to the fourth wall knowing where this was going.

“YAHHHHHHH!” Hiro was screaming as he rode his Skymax pod towards the lighthouse something he defiantly regretted as Kim flew along side with her armour jet pack.

“Your right you would regret it!” Kim called. “I MISS BAYMAX!” Hiro exclaimed.

The head of the Skymax pod turned to face Hiro and just blinked if it had a face it would probably raise and eyebrow at that remark.

“S, sorry heh heh.” Hiro chuckled innocently.

They approached the lighthouse to see it surging with bolts of purple energy. Hiro dismounted from Skymax and Kim landed and retracted her jet pack. They looked through the open door and saw the amplifier hooked up to Obake’s Catastrophe machine. They then saw the power was up to ninety two percent power.

“Oh no!” Hiro panicked. “Wade! The amplifiers linked to Obake’s machine and its building power, can you hack in and shut it down?!” Kim asked on her visor Kimmunicator.

“I can’t get through the firewalls they’re too thick, Obake made sure of that!” Wade relayed. “You’re going to have to remove it manually!”

Hiro moved forward to try and remove it but a bolt of energy shocked him back sending him flying off the lighthouse railing.

“HIRO!” Kim exclaimed as she fired her grappling hook from her gauntlet which Hiro caught with his magnet glove and was pulled back onto the railing. Hiro then noticed how the power surge was attracted to his magnetic glove then an idea sparked from this.

“Kim I’ve got an idea, get behind me.” Hiro said and Kim complied standing behind him.

Hiro then proceeded to activate his magnet gloves by rubbing his hands together and drew the energy towards them and and tossed it away before they overloaded. This enabled them to move forwards clearing a path. As Hiro flung the bolts away Skymax moved to avoid them eventually hiding behind the door. Hiro kept pressing forwards and eventually he and Kim reached the amplifier and he tried to pull it free from its mountings. However it wouldn’t move and the power kept climbing to ninety five percent. Kim then leaned in to help and together they pulled and pulled trying to free the amplifier.

“Together now!” Kim growled as they tried to pull it free but it still wouldn’t move and time was running out.

“Skymax!” Hiro called and the unit popped out of its hiding place at the sound of its name. The bot revealed its limbs as it pulled on Hiro’s waist in an attempt to pull the amplifier free.

The power climbed to ninety six percent and rising, the heroes growled as they kept pulling and pulling until with one final tug as the device reached ninety seven percent the device was pulled free as they and Skymax were flung out of the lighthouse. The machine lost power and deactivated.

Skymax lifted Hiro into the air and Kim activated her jet pack to hover in place and saw they had succeeded.

“Whew oh that was so close.” Hiro breathed in relief. “Yeah that was kinda cutting it close.” Kim agreed as they flew away with the amplifier in hand.

However, all was not as it seemed for in the mounting where the amplifier once stood a bolt of energy slowly materialised and powered the machine to ninety eight percent and rising.

Meanwhile:

Hiro rode Skymax to the tower where the team waited with Kim close behind on her jet pack. They landed on the tower and hurried to them.

“Guys! We did it!” Hiro exclaimed and they were greeted by Fredzilla leaping onto them and hugging them.

“AW YEAH!” Fred congratulated. “Up high Hiro!” Hiro granted Fredzilla a high-five as Ron rushed up and gave a high five to Kim.

“BOOYAH I’d call that situation resolved!” Ron cheered. “yeah!” Rufus agreed as he flew onto Rons shoulder.

“Great job guys!” Honey Lemon said hugging Hiro and Kim.

“Thanks Honey but we’re not finished yet.” Kim reminded.

“Yeah now we get Obake.” Gogo agreed. However their joy was short lived.

“Uh whats that?” Globby asked and everyone looked to the lighthouse that from a distance was still surging with power. The top of the lighthouse suddenly exploded in a blast of energy and within a circle of smoke they saw a small glowing object, it was the star that Obake wanted to create.

“Uh that shouldn’t be happening, why is that still happening?!” Ron then pointed rather afraid.

“The reaction became self sustaining.” Honey Lemon explained in horror.

“Oh no.” Rufus squeaked in horror.

“Obake did it.” Gogo said horrified. “We were too late.” Hiro breathed in horror. Kim looked in horror too they thought they had thwarted the bad guys plan but it was far from over.

“Wade, are you seeing this?!” Kim breathed. “Unfortunately yes that stars building up power and at the rate it’s going it’ll collapse in on itself and explode taking the city with it.” Wade analysed from his computer screen.

“How long?” Hiro asked. “At this rate, I’d say an hour.” Wade estimated.

“What do we do?” Fredzilla asked. “We need to evacuate! as many as we can!” Gogo suggested.

“We’d never get them all out in time.” Kim disagreed. “What about Global Justice?” Ron asked.

“No they’d never make it!” Wade relayed.

“They’re right we have to stop that shockwave!” Hiro said.

“Theres no way to stop something with that much force!” Wasabi questioned.

“Yes there is” Hiro explained. “with an equal opposite force.”

“He’s right thats the only way to stop that thing!” Wade agreed doing the math.

“But with what?” Ron questioned. “We’d need something enormous.” Honey Lemon explained.

“Enormous!” Hiro said having an idea in his head. “We got that.” He said turning to the group.

San Fransokyo Docks:

Honey Lemon, Gogo, Wasabi, Ron, Rufus and Kim stood waiting for something at the harbour then emerging from the water in front of the docks was the Mega Kaju mech. The mech kneeled down and the cockpit opened to reveal Hiro and Fred at the controls.

“If we use the amplifier to make the Mega Kaju super jump into the bay…” “The giant wave will counteract the stars shockwave.” Gogo finished Hiro’s sentence.

“Then its bye bye star!” Ron said.

“Guys the city needs us, we were the ones who decided to be super heroes nows the time, to be super.” Hiro declared.

“Hiro’s right we can do this!” Honey Lemon agreed.

“We stopped Drakken’s Destructo Yamas and we will stop Obake’s Great Catastrophe remake!” Kim said.

Soon everyone was in Wasabis car driving down towards the fishing village that was within the exploding stars path standing between two large rocks in the bay entrance.

“Globby, Honey Lemon you guys need to create a breaker to protect Fish Town.”

Globby swam towards the two giant rocks whilst Honey lemon created a path of ice with her chem balls across the bay.

“Wasabi, Gogo, Kim, Ron keep people away from the shoreline!”

On the shoreline Kim, Gogo, Wasabi, Ron and Rufus evacuated the civilians away from the docks. A small child was holding onto the dock crying in fear, Gogo skated over and held her hands out to the child which he accepted as she carried him out of danger.

“Hiro we’re nearly done getting the people out.” Kim called on the coms. “Good we’re almost ready.” Hiro relayed.

“Hiro, I know we need to protect these people but they aren’t safe as long as Obake’s out there and he still has Baymax.” Kim reminded.

“I know but the stars going to blow we can’t let it happen” Hiro relayed.

“I know thats why I’m going back to get Baymax you and the others focus on your tasks.” Kim relayed as Ron and the others listened in on her conversation.

“If you’re going after Baymax then I’m coming with you KP!” Ron announced.

“No Ron you’re needed here.” Kim said “He’s right Kim you’re going to need someone watching your back inside that lair.” Hiro relayed.

“Yeah cause I’m pretty sure you miraculously rising from the dead is gonna attract his attention.” Wasabi agreed.

“If it hasn’t already.” Gogo agreed.

Kim took a moment to consider and they were right by now Obake knows she survived his trap and will more than likely suspect an attempt to rescue their absent companion.

“Okay Ron let’s do this!” Kim agreed to which Ron nodded then turned to Rufus on his shoulder.

“Rufus stay with Gogo and Wasabi.” Ron instructed to which Rufus nodded and used his armour jet pack to fly onto Wasabi’s shoulder.

“Kim.” Hiro called on the coms. “Promise you’ll get Baymax back safe, he means the world to me.”

“To all of us.” Honey Lemon agreed.

“I will Hiro, and I’ll make sure I bring Obake back in handcuffs.” Kim said with a determined voice.

With that Kim and Ron fired up their jetpacks and took to the skies. From their vantage point they see Globby expanding himself to create a water breaker between the two rocks.

Honey Lemon ran along the ice path she created and fired from her Chem purse blue chem balls which created blobs along the top of the breaker reinforcing it.

She then arrived to see Globby's glowing eyes and face. “You’re very brave Globby.” Honey said admiring his courage. “Good luck.”

“If I don’t make it, tell Felony Carl that..” Globby struggled to say this next part. “..He was my whole list.” He smiled.

“I don’t know what that means, but I promise.” Honey said as she fired a red chem ball from her purse and threw it at Globby which created a heart shape which made him smile and surprisingly blush.

Kim and Ron flew the skies seeing the star grow larger and larger then Wade called in on their visors.

“Sitch me Wade.” Kim answered.

“Kim, Global Justice is about two hours out.” Wade notified.

“That’ll be too late, did you run the search I asked for?” she then asked.

“Yeah I’ve run scans of the area round the bay for traces of vapour trails given off from Baymax’s wings and jet boots and I’ve found an identical set that lead into a cave entrance near your current position.” Wade relayed looking at the radar screen showing Kim and Rons icons on the screen.

“Okay that just screams secret entrance.” Ron called.

“Yeah Hiro did say when he was captured he was taken through a cave, that must be it.” Kim realised.

“So thats the plan sneak in the same way you did before?” Ron guessed.

“No, we have to assume Obake knows we’re coming so he’ll expect us to break in the same way I did before.” Kim relayed. “So no surprises or stealth this time, we’re going in through the front door.”

“Good enough for me let’s do it KP!” Ron called shooting his hand into the air which caused him to nearly lose his balance in his flying shaking slightly. He regained his balance and followed Kim downwards. Behind them the star grew ever larger in the gathering clouds.

Meanwhile in the cockpit of the Mega Kaiju Hiro was pushing buttons and moving switches which moved the mech into the bay and towards the star.

A distance away Gogo was skating away carrying two children in her arms with Rufus close behind as they continued to evacuate the area. She carried the kids to a school bus where everyone was being loaded onto.

Wasabi helped the children get on board the bus. Gogo skated off to find some more but suddenly without warning a certain ninja came in slicing at Gogo with her katana it knocked Gogo off balance and she fell to the ground. It was Momakase who couldn’t have picked a worse time to pick a fight.

Rufus flew in front of Gogo in a fighting stance. “Bring me the boy and you’ll be spared.” Momakase simply demanded.

“Ugh.” Gogo groaned as Momakase had the worst timing.

“No way!” Rufus squeaked in defiance but then Wasabi stood in front of them both.

“You and Rufus stay with the bus and protect the kids.” Wasabi said as Gogo skated away with the naked molerat close behind.

“I’ll take care of Momakase.” He then said to which the ninja smirked and drew her katana blade.

“We both know you’re no match for me.” She smirked as her hair blew in the wind.

Wasabi energised his plasma blades. “Actually since we last met I watched some instructional fencing videos online.”

The scene cuts to Wasabi watching online videos about fencing in the darkness of his lab looking at a computer screen. The video informed him how to block and attack.

“So bring it!” Wasabi said as he took up a fighting stance and the two engaged in combat just as Gogo drove the bus away.

The two clashed blades and Wasabi blocked Momakase’s incoming attacks then slid past her as she tried to strike him with her katana. He’s about to attack her from behind but she is quick to turn and attack but he blocks the attack. Wasabi then makes multiple blade swings at Momakase who tries to block them but forces her back towards the village and Wasabi sets off in pursuit.

Meanwhile in the bay the Kaju mech begins its walk towards the star and in the cockpit Hiro sat ready for the plan.

“You ready for this?” He asked his co pilot which was Fredzilla who came in on his own chair.

“Yes I am.” Fred answered with seriousness in his voice.

“No you’re not!” Called a voice and then flying into the mechs cockpit was a certain small robot now clad in his blue armour as he flew into the cockpit.

“Not without Mini Max at your side.” The little robot declared and gave Fred a high five.

“Sweet dramatic entrance Mini Max, you’re getting the hang of this.” Fred complimented.

Hiro then took the controls and pulled the control levers which stopped the Kaju a distance away from the star. He inserts the amplifier into a holding frame, but does not activate it yet.

“When that star implodes we jump.” Hiro said and waited for their moment.

Back in Fish Town:

Momakase slashes down her blades from the air cornering Wasabi into a wooden wall as he blocks her attacks. She breaks through his attacks and kicks him into the wall and he stops himself from falling over by digging his blades into the ground.

Momakase slashes her blades at Wasabi which seemed to do nothing but in actual fact it sliced off his right shoulder pad and some of his dreads in his hair.

“AH MY DREADS!” Wasabi screamed. Then a piece of Wasabi’s right gauntlet lost a pice exposing its inner circuitry rendering it useless.

Momakase tosses away her katana leaving her with only one blade, and Wasabi readied his remaining plasma blade preparing himself as the ninja raised her blade ready to finish off her opponent.

However before she could strike a certain armoured naked Mole rat flew up in front of her.

“Hello.” Rufus squeaked. “What?” Momakase said confused. Rufus then performed several kung fu poses before he kicked Momakase in the face which did hurt.

“Gah!” She growled and swung her blade at him trying to slice the mole rat to pieces but missed every time.

“Irritating rodent!” She growled and performs one final slash which seemed to do nothing however it did as Rufus’s armour was sliced clean off and he had nothing keeping him in the air.

“Uh oh!” he squeaked and dropped to the ground. He was then met by the blade of Momakse she raised the blade waiting to finish the rodent and Wasabi off. Suddenly speeding in was a mag lev disk which bounced off the walls and Wasabi ducked to avoid it as it headed to the ninja the disk split in half with cables coming from it tying her hands.

“Gah!” She growled and the owner of the disk came skating into the scene and threw her remaining disk at the ninja who was fleeing the scene only for the disk to tie her legs together causing her to trip up and fall to the ground on her back.

“YEAH!” Wasabi cheered and Rufus squeaked with joy. “BOOYAH GOGO!”

Behind her the occupants of the school bus were cheering for their heroes and Gogo smiled with pride whilst Wasabi looked at Gogo with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed. As Rufus scurried up Gogo to reach her shoulder.

“We got bored waiting on the bus.” Gogo shrugged. “Right Rufus?” She offered her finger for a tiny high five which the small mole rat accepted.

“Oh yeah we bad!” Rufus squeaked.

Elsewhere:

Deep in the gathering gloom of his lair Obake oversaw his accomplishment grow in power as he typed on the keyboard of his computer. Shego and Noodle Burger Boy watched the show as well.

“Wow mister, your plan seems to be working.” Noodle burger boy observed.

“Seems?” Obake questioned rather loud. “I bet a song will..” Noodle burger boy was then shut up by a blast in the back compliments of Shego’s plasma blast from her finger. Noodle Burger boy then fell to the ground deactivated.

“Hm you read my mind.” Obake mused. “He was getting on my nerves.” Shego just shrugged.

Obake then looked to a certain red clad armoured robot in the room with them. “Perhaps you’ll be better company.” He mused as he pressed a key on his keyboard and Baymax’s eyes returned to their normal black circles bringing him back to his old self.

“Hello I am Baymax.” He greeted in his normal voice but found himself unable to move his arm. “I am unable to move.”

“Well I can’t have you running off, but I thought a chat might be nice.” Obake said.

“Oh great the only chat he’ll get is about health advice.” Shego groaned to herself. To which Baymax blinked.

He took a scan of Obake and highlighted a certain part of his brain which was shown in purple and red as he spoke.

“I’ll be remembered forever because of whats about to happen.” Obake said in a rather happy tone. “Impressive isn’t it.”

“You are in need of medical care.” Baymax noted. Which did get Shego’s attention.

“Oh this?” Obake said as his face glowed purple when he touched it. “A souvenir from a childhood mishap.” He dismissed.

“Uh what kind of childhood mishap?” Shego asked the healthcare robot.

“The damage is significant and growing.” Baymax diagnosed from the scan. “it is affecting his temporal parietal junction.”

“The part of the brain that allows one to tell right from wrong, I know” Obake said but didn’t look concerned.

“Well that explains a lot.” Shego said to herself.

“Your condition is treatable.” Baymax then diagnosed only for Obake to laugh to himself.

“Why would I want to do that?” Obake said as he turns his chair round to face Baymax and Shego and they see his face glowing neon purple. “Its been quite liberating.”

Baymax tilted his head in confusion, however Shegos attention was focused on something else on the monitors.

“Heads up looks like we have guests.” Shego pointed out and Obake turned to see on the monitor of footage showing Kim and Ron enter the lair through the lift and ran down the corridor. Obake just smirked at this prospect.

Kim and Ron ran down the hallways of the lair in search of their missing companion. They found the room he was previously in but he was not there now.

“Wait where is he?” Ron questioned. “He must be in the main control room, and I’m betting thats where we’ll find Obake.” Kim guessed.

“I must say Mrs Possible you never cease to impress me.” Called a voice on the intercom then a hologram of Obake himself appeared and they could see that the left part of his face was glowing.

“Whoa Freds right that is a creepy dude!” Ron grimaced.

“Surprised to see me Aken!” Kim smirked.

“A little I’m a little surprise you survived my trap.” Obake admitted.

“Uh what part of she can do anything did you not comprehend?” Kim said in a gloating way.

“I admit I have made a number of miscalculations involving the two of you, but your presence cannot stop the tide of progress.” Obake mused.

“Dude you call murdering millions of innocent people progress your delusional!” Ron exclaimed.

“Which by the way is so not happening, Big Hero 6 will stop your exploding star, and when they do Global Justice will be waiting for you with hand cuffs!” Kim said pointing at the mad man.

“I doubt it, but why not entertain yourself whilst you watch a new world being born.” Obake said chuckling.

At the other end of the hallway illuminated by a glowing green light from her hands was Shego standing in their path.

“I’ll leave you to your work my dear.” Obake said as his hologram disappeared. The two opponents stared each other down like a pair of wolves ready to attack.

“Ron, go find Baymax I’ll take care of Shego.” Kim looked to her sidekick with a serious look in her eyes. Ron nodded and took his leave and Shego let him pass which left the two women completely alone.

“I don’t get it Shego, you let me and Hiro escape and knowing what you do now you’re still working with him!?” Kim questioned.

“What can I say princess I’m a complicated girl you of all people should know that.” Shego smirked.

With that the two take up a combat stance then charged forwards as their fists met each other in the air.

Back at the Bay:

Inside the Kaiju mech, Hiro, Fred and Mini Max continued to watch the star grow but did not act as it was not the right time.

“Is it time now?” Fred asked eagerly. “Now? how about now? oh oh I know how about now?

However they still waited then right before their eyes they began to see the reaction taking place. The time was now.

“Now!” Hiro slammed a button on the console and activated the energy amplifier which surged with energy inside the cockpit Hiro buckled himself in the seat and the buckle had the Big Hero 6 logo printed on it. Hiro looked with a determined glare.

“Its Kaiju cannon ball time!” Hiro said determined and moved the lever forwards bringing the mech up to full power its eyes glowed purple and it prepared itself for a jump raising its arms in the air then taking off into the sky like a rocket. It ascended into the air leaving the city nothing but a spec below.

Hiro, Fred and Mini Max looked forward with determined frowns until Fred spoke up.

“I just want you to know, that being a super hero with you had been an honour.” Fred smiled to which Hiro replied with a smile of his own.

“You guys are the best.” Honey agreed on the coms.

“I’m proud of what we’ve done.” Wasabi said as he buckled himself into the drivers seat of the buss.

“Same.” Gogo merely said.

“I’m glad we met you guys,” Kim said as she blocked Shego’s attack with her gauntlet shield. “And I know Tadashi would be proud of all of you if he could see you now.”

“Yeah and no matter what happens next, if we go out we might as well go out with a blaze of glory together!” Ron agreed as he ran through the base.

“Uh huh!” Rufus agreed on the coms.

“Inspiring words.” Mini Max agreed.

“Guys, I know I’ve made some mistakes but…” Hiro confessed.

“We’ve all made mistakes.” Honey Lemon said.

“Yeah some big, some little and some that can’t be forgiven.” Ron agreed as he continued his search.

“But we get through it because we’re a team.” Wasabi said determined as he drove the bus away tires screeching with the evacuated citizens on board.

“Whats important is how we make right by those mistakes and not let them define who we are.” Kim mused as she jumped to avoid blasts from Shego who then formed her plasma blades from her gauntlets and charged towards Kim who formed her shield and blocked the blades.

“Not bad words, but kinda pointless, you think those losers can stop this plan thats being a bit optimistic isn’t it?” Shego questioned.

“They have more courage then you or Obake will ever have and they have what he doesn’t a real reason for what they do!” Kim glared with effort.

“Oh please.”Shego said as she then generated a giant plasma blast which catapulted Kim across the floor and damages her armour destroying her left shoulder pad and leaving her with one gauntlet on her right wrist.

“You know we’re even right?” Shego said. “We’ve both been armed by geniuses with toys to further our potential.”

Kim groaned as she tried to stand up and could see her shield wasn’t working but when she reacher for her pocket she felt something and she instantly knew what it was.

“We’re practically a couple of walking armouries!” Shego exclaimed.

“Maybe Shego.” Kim said standing up. “But lets see how well you do without your toys!” Kim turned and fired her laser lipstick at Shego like a wave and she blocked the blast with her arms but it wasn’t her Kim was trying to hit.

Shego looked and saw the laser blast had destroyed her energy enhancing gauntlets she saw them crumble to the ground. She growled as she lit up her hands with plasma energy and charged at Kim like wise Kim charged back and flipped over her with a jump then performed a leg swipe tripping Shego up.

High above, the kaiju mech shot through the cloud bank and inside the crew readied themselves for the big one.

“Lets make some big waves!” Fred said waving his arm for empathises and he grabbed a large lever above his head and together Hiro and Fred pulled the levers which commanded the mech to curl into a ball just as they reached the atmosphere. The mech came crashing down from the sky back down to the sea.

Honey Lemon was still reinforcing Globby’s breaker with her blue chem balls. She looked up and saw the mech falling from the sky. However she then turned to the collapsing star which began to collapse in on itself shrinking down into a smaller humming star.

On land Gogo was gathering up a cat as she looked to see the star collapsing and Wasabi saw it from the bus window as did Rufus as the two looked at each other. Wade was watching everything from a satellite view of the area and was sweating like mad with nervousness. Honey looked with great concern, Fred’s look changed from a confident look to a concerning one. Ron stopped in the base and looked up into the air knowing the star was nearly ready to blow. Kim struggled against Shego but looked considerable worried. Hiro looked with determination.

In a flash the star collapsed and disappeared and silence fell over the whole area. With an almighty bang the star exploded letting out a shockwave of energy causing an explosion equivalent to that of 10 million Hiroshima bombs just as the Kaiju mech crashed down into the bay with a huge splash letting loose a powerful wave.

Gogo knelt down as she shielded the cat from the gale force winds that followed the explosion. From a distance away Wasabi watched the star explosion and the wave forming around it as Rufus stood on his right shoulder with a concerning hand on his face and Wasabi placed a hand on his. He then felt someone holding his hand and it was a little girl who looked on.

Wade was watching everything unfold from his room as he sat tensed up on his chair.

“Please please please please please.” he begged with crossed fingers hoping and praying this would work.

The wave had just covered the entire explosion and the reaction happened the entire explosion was cancelled out and the waves retracted carrying the Kaju mech with it and the massive tidal wave headed for the water breaker.

“I’m questioning all my life choices!” Globby said rather scared.

“You got this Globby!” Honey Lemon encouraged which brought a determined look on the glob monster turned heroes face.

The wave crashed into the breaker with devastating force and Globby growled with ferocity as he tried to keep the wave back Honey Lemon pushed on the other side as the water built up, when suddenly the breaker sprung a leak and another one which Honey quickly sealed up with her chemballs generating blue goop balls.

Globby reformed his face just as a boat crashed into him and he looked rather horrified he closed his eyes as he held out. Then slowly the water receded and swept back into the sea just as the dawn broke on sunrise. The catastrophe was over.

Globby opened his eyes and saw it was all over and he survived. “Ha ha ha! It worked!” He laughed with joy.

“OOO I knew you could do it!” Honey Lemon said hugging the glob wall. On land the people cheered with praise knowing the heroes had succeeded in saving not just their village but also their lives.

“Yes!” Wasabi and the girl cheered. “YES!” Rufus squeaks as he hugged Wasabi’s face with joy.

“You know I shouldn’t but what the heck.” Wasabi said. “A BOOYAH!” He cheered.

Gogo came out of a wooden house behind a door hat fell to the ground still carrying the kitten in her arms. Then just behind her more kittens emerged meowing in joy knowing they were safe and Gogo bore a smile of relief.

“YESSS!” Wade cheered from his room practically spinning on his chair. “IT WORKED KIM IT WORKED ITS ALL OVER! YOU DID IT GUYS!”

Obake’s lair:

Inside the lair it began to collapse the shockwave from the wave also hit Obake’s underground lair as a result the structure was becoming unstable and began to collapse.in the hallways and during the fight Shego stopped and saw this happening.

“What, what just happened?” Shego questioned.

“He did it!” Kim gasped knowing what had just transpired. “Its over, Hiro did it! He saved the city!” she exclaimed in joy.

“BOOYAH! THATS MY MAN HIRO!” Ron exclaimed with joy as he heard it over the kimmunicator line. But was snapped back to reality when he saw the falling rubble.

“Oh yeah right find Baymax now celebrate later!” Ron said as he kept running through the base.

“Thats it I’m out of here!” Shego said running from the collapsing lair leaving Kim in the dust.

“Yep defiantly bad.” Kim agreed as she hurried to find Ron and Baymax.

From the control centre of his lair Obake watched the events unfold on the monitors which were blacking out one by one as his lair collapsed around him. He had seen Big Hero 6 had succeeded in stopping his grand vision.

“Hiro, how could he possibly?” Obake said in disbelief and utter shock.

“Hiro is clever and resourceful.” Baymax pointed out as Obake looked completely distraught.

The rest of his surveillance monitors blacked out and he faced the reality that his so called visionary scheme had been undone, by one who he thought could be his very equal but he was wrong. He was completely despondent.

“My new city, my dream.” Obake said in loss. “They still remember Shimamoto they revere her.” He stumbled backwards from the collapsing rubble around him.

“My scan indicates that, this structure is sustaining damage.”Baymax diagnosed the lair falling apart around them and some rubble bounced off his head.

“This wouldn’t have mattered!” Obake said as he touched the glowing area of his face. “I would have lived forever, the man who remade the city into something perfect!” He said in disbelief and anger that he was denied his glory.

He lowered his head down and lost all sense of hope realising his dream was shattered and that there was nothing left for him now. He turned to Baymax opened his access port and removed his Obake chip reactivating all of the healthcare robots functions including his movement.

“There there.” Baymax said patting Obake’s shoulder.

“You should go.” Obake said releasing him. “You are in danger.” Baymax noted.

“Yes I’m aware of that!” Obake said almost as if he didn’t care. “Do I have your permission to help you?” Baymax questioned.

“Go to him go to Hiro!” Obake lashed out before looking down. “Tell him, I still think we would have done great things together.”

“I am a personal healthcare companion, I cannot leave until you say you are satisfied with your care.” Baymax explained as Obake turned around and took a seat in front of his console and after a minute of silence.

“I am satisfied…with my care.”He said simply and that was the command for Baymax to leave.

With that Baymax turned around and began to leave the room, but he turned his head to take one last look at Obake who sat in despair as his world collapsed around him. The healthcare companion wanted to help him despite everything he’s done but the robot had to do what his programmed command tells him to do. And so he left the control centre as the villain accepted his decided fate.

Elsewhere in the base Kim was running from hallway to hallway looking for any sign of Ron in the hopes he had found Baymax or Obake. The lair was collapsing faster and faster in a minute this would be a collapsed wreck at the bottom of the bay. She turned a corner and found what looked like an escape pod it maybe their only means of escape. She hurried and tried to open it but it was locked and it turns out with good reason.

“Ah ah ah.” Said a voice and Kim looked in the window of the pod to find a certain green villainess standing inside it.

“All full I’m afraid Kimmy, its been a blast!” Shego said as she powered up the pod and it rocketed off into the air and out of the collapsing base.

“Great.” said a rather sarcastic Kim. “A perfect end to a perfect day.”

“Kim!” Called a voice and she turned to see Ron running towards her.

“Ron! Wheres Obake?” Kim asked “We can worry about that later this lair is falling apart and Shego took the only escape pod.”

“Oh no she didn’t, look what I found.” Ron said and they soon heard footsteps approaching and Kim saw something that made her gasp with joy.

On the surface Hiro and Fred were having problems of their own. The Mega Kaju mech was in pieces sinking to the bottom of the bay after the hit it took from the shockwave. In the cockpit Hiro, Fred and Mini Max were trying to get out before they drowned kicking the cockpit doors/eyes of the mech to force them open. Hiro tried and tried again to force the cockpit door open but it was no good it was jammed and the water level kept rising.

Fred emerged from the water and looked to Hiro. “Everything’s jammed!” Fred relayed.

Hiro kept kicking and kicking the door with all his strength but it still wouldn’t shift. He looked to Fred shaking his head there was no way out, in saving the city it looked like they doomed themselves.

All of a sudden a red armoured hand dug into the porthole and tore it off the mech and it was Baymax who ripped off the porthole entrance and then tossed it away. He then turned to his compatriots. Then appearing on his back were Kim and Ron in tow.

“Hey boys, look who we found.” Kim smiled and Hiro gasped and laughed with joy as his friend was safe.

“I was alerted to your need for..” “Baymax!” Hiro interrupting him and wasted no time in hugging him.

“Hiro.” Baymax returned the hug, whilst Kim and Ron put their hands on the young genius too.

Fred escaped from the mech and hopped onto Baymax’s left arm and Mini Max used his own armour jet pack to fly out.

“We are still sinking.” Mini Max pointed out to which they were.

“It is time to go.” Baymax agreed. “Then let’s fly big guy!” Ron said.

On the shore the rest of the team, Rufus and Globby waited for the arrival of their friends hoping they were okay. Honey Lemon paced with worry whilst Globby looked out onto the open water.

Suddenly Globby noticed something on the horizon and he could instantly see what it was.

“THERE THEY ARE!” He called out and flying in from the distance was Baymax carrying, Hiro, Kim, Ron, Fred and Mini Max.

Globby laughed in joy to know they were safe whilst the rest of the team looked with faces of joy whilst Rufus jumped up and down with happiness to know his friends were alive.

Baymax landed and everyone dismounted as his wings retracted. “You guys are okay!” Honey Lemon said with joy. Hiro met with his friends for Honey Lemon to pull him into a hug, and did the same for Ron and Kim.

“We did it we saved the city!” Honey lemon cheered. “Was there ever any doubt!” Ron agreed as he hugged Honey Lemon too and Rufus hopped over and hugged Rons face.

“Nice job genius.” Gogo said to the young genius rather harshly. “You helped the bad guy create a star.”

“Way to ruin the moment Gogo.” Kim said. “Yeah I I know” Hiro stuttered only to receive a hit in the arm.

“You also saved the city.” Gogo said happily. “Aw yeah thats the attitude we like to hear!” Ron said pulling Gogo into a hug.

“Ron no hugs!” Gogo said with a strict face.

“Thanks but, none of this would have happened, if I hadn’t been so…me.” Hiro admitted with some guilt still.

“True being you did put the city in danger.” Kim pointed out much to everyones surprise. “But being you also made things right and saved the city, and I learned a long time ago that being yourself is more than enough to save the world.”

Hiro then gave a smile to that sentence. “Tadashi was right,” Baymax said hugging him. “You are a good kid.”

With that everyone joined in a group hug to share the moment and even Globby joined in wrapping himself around the group of heroes with a smile. Despite Wasabi being a little grossed out. They enjoyed the moment and then broke off from the hug.

“Yeah we saved the city but Shego got away.” Kim then said.

“What about Obake?” Hiro asked. “I don’t know man I didn’t see him get out.” Ron said as they all looked out over to the rising sun.

“Do.. do you think he survived?” Wasabi wondered. “I wish I knew Wasabi, I wish I knew.” Kim said as her hair blew in the wind.

Lucky Cat Cafe:

In the cafe a newscast about the near catastrophe was broadcasting on the television by Bluff Dunder.

“It was a countdown to catastrophe, but thanks once again to the combined efforts of Big Hero 6 and teen hero Kim Possible I am fine.” Bluff reported but then realised what he just said. “A, and the city is too which is what I was worried about.” He covered up

“Who are these mysterious do gooders?” Bluff then wondered to the audience.

“They did it.” Ann said with pride. “Thats our girl.” James agreed.

Mochi let out a meow whilst Aunt Cass was eating a cup cake in worry her fifth one. Then the tweebs noticed a certain young genius, his health care companion and their sister and friend arrive at the cafe in their casual attire, enter the store and the sound of the bell got their attention.

“Aunt Cass.” Hiro breathed in happiness, Cass turned to see her nephew standing in the doorway.

“Hiro!” Cass startled as she tossed her cupcake to Mochi and hurried over to her nephew. “Kimmy!” Ann said as she and James hurried over too.

Cass embraced Hiro in a hug whilst James and Ann embraced their daughter in a hug too.

“You’re safe where were you?” Cass said rather worried. “There was a star and and this huge wave and the city almost..”

“I saw it.” Hiro said “You saw it?” Cass asked and Hiro acted quickly to cover it up.

“Uh I saw it on my phone while I was safely hiding at school.” Hiro explained the best he could.

“Yeah uh where me and Ron took him to hide at school before we went to help those Big Hero 6 guys.” Kim covered up too.

“Yeah also my phone battery died at school.” Hiro added smiling innocently but Cass wasn’t sure she felt like her nephew was hiding something.

“Is there something your not telling me?” Cass asked.

“Yes.” Baymax said with a knowing finger “We are..”

“Starving!” Ron then covered up quickly. “Well I’m starving.” Hiro added. Baymax then looked over Hiro and Ron and diagnosed their ‘hunger’

“Starvation is not imminent,” Baymax showed a calendar on his viewing screen. “It would take weeks without choleric sustenance to…”

“Okay let’s have some breakfast.” Cass decided stopping Baymax’s sentence.

“Ah thanks Aunt Cass.” Hiro said thankfully. “Its good to be home.” He then hugged his aunt.

“I don’t suppose theres room for us in that breakfast?” Kim asked.

“Oh of course there is for all of you.” Cass said kindly. “Well I help with that.” Ann said.

“Really if I recall in home mech back in high school you were always second to me?” Cass teased. “Hey Cassie I’ve improved since then.” Ann teased back heading up stairs to cook. Followed by the rest of the family and their friends.

“You all did good kids, you saved a lot of people.” James whispered to Hiro and Kim.

“We saved a lot of people.” Hiro agreed as they headed upstairs.

The following afternoon:

Kim and Hiro arrived at SFIT and stood outside the door to a certain deans office, and Hiro held his energy amplifier in hand but was nervous about what was to come.

“Hiro, you ready for this?” Kim asked. “Yes I’m prepared to accept the consequences of my actions.” Hiro said knowing he’d probably lost his place at SFIT.

“I’ll be waiting outside for you.” Kim said and Hiro knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Granville’s voice called and Hiro looked back to Kim who gave a thumbs up in response as he entered the office.

He found Professor Granville typing on her computer at her desk and he approached a little nervous.

“So uh, about my final project I..” “Getting an A.” Granville interrupted turning her computer around to show Hiro what she was looking at and it was photos of Big Hero 6, Kim and Ron with the civilians they saved.

“For showing ingenuity, and for saving the city.” Granville said smiling as she scrolled down the photos. And Hiro was amazed despite everything he achieved his passing grade for the semester.

Hiro then looked up to his tutor with an apologetic look.

“Thank you Professor Granville, uh for everything.” Hiro thanked. “For trying to teach me about limits, I I think I get it now.” He handed his amplifier to the professor smiling.

“Its a lesson I’ve had to re learn a few times myself Mr Hamada.” Granville admitted. “Everyone makes mistakes.”

“But, it’s how we learn and make right by them that matters.” Hiro then realised to which Granville did crack a small smile knowing he was learning well and took the amplifier to her safe.

Hiro cracked a small smile as Granville placed the amplifier into her safe in the wall and typed in a code to seal it away for safe keeping.

“But don’t get too comfortable.” Granville then pointed out which changed Hiro’s look a little. “Next semester will be even more of a challenge, I hope you can handle it.”

With that Hiro looked with a confident smile and nodded as he took his leave of the office and Granville did crack a small smile as he did, however.

“Hiro.” She then said getting his attention as it’s the first time the professors ever called him by his first name.

“Do you or miss Possible know what happened, to him?” Granville asked wanting to know the fate of her former student.

Hiro looked to the professor wanting to answer that question but he himself wasn’t sure about the fate of Obake after stopping his Great Catastrophe.

Later in deep beneath the bay:

Sometime later Baymax and Hiro donned their aquatic gear which was coloured black and Prussian blue Baymax’s suit had some red lines on his suit and some jet propellors on his shoulders with red pipes leading to his chest. His head was his normal face encased in a glass bubble. Hiro wore similar armour with fins on his helmet and a rebreather on his helmet with a jet pack to move him through the water.

The two were searching what was left of Obake’s base looking for any signs of life before Global Justice could arrive to salvage the wreck.

Baymax ran a scan with his sensor but could detect no signs of life on the ocean floor, not human life anyway.

“I do not detect Aken comma Bob.” Baymax relayed as Hiro swam with his tablet scanning the area with Wade.

“He’s right Hiro I’m not picking up anything.” Wade agreed.

“He couldn’t have survived this it’s impossible.” Hiro doubted as they swam and continued the search.

“As you have said nothing is impossible.” Baymax mentioned as they kept searching.

However they didn’t notice on the bed of the ocean floor close by some sand blew away to reveal a certain chip lying in the sand, could Obake have survived I guess we’ll never truly know the answer.

Authors notes: The city is safe the catastrophes over but is Obake truly gone for good? Who knows.Upon watching the final part of the episode I thought it would be a good idea for Hiro to have some form of nervous breakdown given he’s been building up a lot of guilt over his part in Obake’s master plan. But Kim reminded him that being smart isn't what he is its what he does with it.

The story not over yet folks see you at the epilogue and post Epilouge.

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beckzorz · 5 years ago

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No Fair (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1672 Summary: A quiet night at the compound leads to a game to pass the time. You play to win. A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s drunk drabbles, it just got a little out of hand haha! Can of tuna is a reference to the best prank fic of all time by @kentuckybarnes, Troublemakers in her Agent 28 series. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

A lazy evening at the compound. Half the team is away, split between charity work, political stuff, family obligations, and actual missions—but given that it’s the coldest week of the year with the remains of a nasty blizzard to boot, it’s pretty quiet even with Sam and Bucky both in the building.

You’d never expected such trouble from Captain America, nor the Winter Soldier. But in the never-ending prank wars that naturally occur when a bunch of high-energy superheroes spend copious amounts of time together, it’s always the Sam-and-Bucky team who do the most devastating work. You’ve yet to see them prank each other. Give each other shit? Absolutely. But words and the occasional punch or kick or chokehold is as far as their back-and-forth griping ever goes.

Admirable, really. If you were in Sam’s shoes, you’d do just about anything to get Bucky as flustered as he gets whenever someone pulls a good one over on him. Gosh, he’s so cute when his cheeks go all pink…

You shift in your seat at the end of the couch, ducking your head to hide your own suddenly warm cheeks as Bucky passes by, a fresh bottle of beer in hand. He glances down at you.

And pauses.

“What?” he asks.

“Um.” You swallow and shoot a shy smile up at him. “Just thinking it’s, ah, pretty quiet around here.”

“It’s almost insane how well-behaved you’re all being,” Rhodey remarks. “This is usually about the time someone discovers some fish in their underwear or something.”

“Hey!” Sam snaps. He jabs a finger Rhodey’s way, eyes narrowed. “That was one time.”

You snicker. “That’s what you think.”

“Oh really?” Sam says.

“Well…”

“Oh god, not the fuckin’ fish thing again,” Bucky groans. He flops down beside you on the couch, close enough that you can feel his body heat. “That shit stinks. Literally and figuratively. Listen—” he turns to you, curling his hand on the back of the couch just by your shoulder, his eyes wide and his face deliciously earnest— “I will actually give you money to never use fish in a prank again.”

You can’t help but grin. If Bucky’s noticed how warm your cheeks are, he doesn’t show it. “And I just bought that can of tuna, too.” You sigh dramatically. “Oh well. I guess when you ask so nice, I have to accept.” You thrust out your hand. “Pay up, Barnes.”

Bucky’s smiling now too. He shifts, digs his wallet out of his back pocket—god, how nice would it be to do that yourself?—and pulls out two twenties.

“Does this satisfy?” he asks, voice low.

“It’ll do,” you say. You swallow again—your fingers brush his as you accept his gift, and you stuff it in your own back pocket hastily. Bucky heads back to his seat, cracks open his beer with his left thumb, and takes a swig, his bright eyes fixed on your face.

You look away, shaken. Shaken, tingling, wanting.

“It’s almost too quiet,” Sam muses.

“Yeah, we should do something,” Rhodey says. “There’s four of us…”

“I think Wanda’s around here somewhere,” Bucky pipes up. The burn of his gaze drops from your face, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Oh, fantastic.” Sam grins. “How about we play hide and seek?”

“Excuse me?” you blurt. “That’s going to be insanely boring. This place is big enough for even me to hide effectively for, well, maybe five whole minutes.”

Bucky laughs, loud and clear and bright, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to look at him.

“Fine,” he says, and you can hear his grin. “How about a tracking game? We start in different parts of the compound and track around until we spot other people before they spot us.”

“And people who don’t mind just chilling out in a hiding spot and reading a book can just read, if they want,” Rhodey throws in.

“Sure, whatever, but how do you win?” you ask.

“Winning is overrated,” Sam says sagely.

“You only say that ‘cause I always beat you at cards,” Bucky says, and you finally look at him, grinning. He blinks, cheeks pink, and continues. “I guess, uh, whoever finds the most people wins? And yes, there might be a tie. Think you can handle it?”

“Ha! Yes, I think so.”

“Great,” Sam says. “So, where do we start?”

—

You position yourself in the best starting point. Rhodey’s starting in the rec room, Sam in the garage, Wanda will be in the residential wing, and Bucky’s in the basement commercial-sized kitchen. A ping from FRIDAY signals the start of the game, and you dash off to the right.

You’re less than sixty feet from the room with the security feeds. Amazing, really, that no one seemed to sense what you were up to when you volunteered to start on the roof.

Plus, you had plenty of time to stop by your room.

At the door to surveillance room, you look up and down the corridor. Empty. Perfect. Out come your lockpicks, and more importantly the device—a legacy of Tony Stark’s, may his memory be a blessing—that can crack through the electronic parts of the locked door in seconds. You slip inside and let out a slow breath.

The agent at the desk, Michelle, has her hand over the alarm button. She shakes her head at you.

“You could’ve knocked, y’know,” she says.

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” you point out. You slide into the second chair and watch the screens for your teammates. Yes, there’s Wanda passing through the rec room you’d been hanging out in before, Bucky heading down the hallway from the kitchen to the garage. No evidence of Sam or Rhodey, not yet.

“What’s going on?” Michelle asks. “Are you guys playing hide or seek or something?”

“Or something,” you say. You send a sly smirk her way. “Wanna help me win?”

Michelle rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. “Pay up.”

A beleaguered sigh, and you fork over the forty dollars from Bucky. Michelle knows. She always knows.

But it’s worth it. Fish does smell bad, and Michelle hands you an earpiece so she can direct you around.

“It’s like playing a video game,” she declares, grinning up at you. “But my PC can talk back.”

You do an awkward run to the door, mimicking the video games you’ve seen Michelle play.

“At your command,” you intone, and then you’re out the door.

—

Michelle sends you after Bucky first. Because of course she does.

“You know you appreciate it,” she teases. “I’m amazed you haven’t made a move yet. Ah, go around the other way. Colonel Rhodes is hiding in that room.”

You nod and slip around another way as you head towards the garage. Bucky’s still there, going through the cars one-by-one.

Once you’re out of Rhodey’s earshot, you say, “I don’t know how he can be so methodical for a game like this.”

“You don’t get a reputation like his by not putting in the effort,” Michelle points out. “Besides, you literally broke into the surveillance room. No one else has done that so far.”

“If anyone does, please push the emergency button. I’m begging you.”

Michelle groans. “You’re relentless.

You’re grinning as you pad silently down the garage stairs—still in your slippers, with the soft soles that are silent on the concrete. And the garage is silent, too. Not that you’d expect to be able to hear Bucky moving around.

“Four rows to the left,” Michelle murmurs in your ear. “And keep low til then. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

You move quick, stance low, past three rows. Let out your breath silently, wait for a signal.

“Now!” Michelle whispers.

You pop up from behind a red convertible, spot Bucky with his face against the dark glass of the next car over, and whoop with glee.

Bucky spins so fast he nearly trips over his feet. He catches himself on the convertible, tightens his hold—and then he sees it’s you, and his whole body goes lax.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he says. He runs his free hand through his hair, shaking his head with a rueful grin. “You scared the crap outta me.”

“Well, this is a win for me, then!” You lean against the windshield, grinning and unable to stop.

His smile softens as he looks at you. “How the heck did you sneak up on me, anyway?”

“Huh? Oh!” You turn your head so he can see the earpiece tucked in your ear. “I’ve got Michelle on the line.”

“Michelle from security?”

“That’s the one!”

“So you cheated,” Bucky states. He slowly moves around the car, his hand lingering on the doors, the edge of the trunk. You step back as he closes in, heart hammering in your chest.

“No, I improvised. There’s a difference.”

He snorts. “Well, it’s still not what I’d call playing fair.”

“I don’t play fair, Bucky,” you say. You lift your chin, meet his gaze. “I play to win.”

“Well,” he says. He takes one step closer, and you’re caught with a column at your back and Bucky less than a foot away. His lips curve up as he curls his hand around the nape of your neck. “You’ve won me over.”

“A-ah?” You’d answer, but you’re struck dumb. He’s closer than he’s ever been, and you’re drowning in those sky-blue eyes, falling, falling…

“Hate to break up a tender moment here,” Michelle announces.

Bucky’s eyes widen. From so close, he can hear her no problem. He drags his hand away from your neck, but doesn’t step away. You bite your lip, still frozen in place.

“Sam got bored of hiding,” Michelle goes on. “He’s heading your way.”

Bucky twines his fingers in yours.

“So,” he says. He presses his forehead to yours, breathes you in. “Shall we go win your game and celebrate later?”

You squeeze his hand, the promise of later thick and charged and already tasting delicious.

“Yes.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier imagine #becca writes #hbc drunk drabbles #hbc

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anotherkpopvictim · 5 years ago

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What A Relief - An OT7 Littlespace Drabble

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A/N: So...long time no see.

My mental health usually goes out the window around this time of year, when fall turns to winter, so I apologize for not posting anything, but I haven’t been inspired. I’ve worked on a few things and felt like they were forced. I’ll probably go back and rewrite them in the future because they were good ideas.

I also got a couple requests in the last week and I plan to write and post those as soon as I can, so please bear with me.

Anyways, BTS’ performance at the MMAs was one of the most epic things I have ever witnessed. (Edit: I just watched the MAMAs and our boys won all the prizes) I am so proud of them and seeing them live again kind of gave me the inspiration to write this <3 And over the last few weeks, my love for Jin has grown even more (if that’s possible, because I already love him a lot) so this was perfect to post for his birthday.

So, happy birthday Mr. Worldwide Handsome, and thank you for being you <3

Relationship: Little!Seokjin X BTS

Rating: G

Words: 2816

Fluff, hurt/comfort (just a tiny bit)

NOTE: Seokjin will refer to everyone as “hyung” while he is in littlespace, except Namjoon and Yoongi, who he will call “daddy” and “appa”.

Also, in this fic OT7 is an established romantic relationship though it’s not really specified in the writing.

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Almost as soon as the door to the dressing room closed behind Jin - signaling that they were all finally finished being “BTS” for the night - the oldest member felt the last of the hype and energy of the award show leave him.

It was something they all had to deal with - the post-concert (or in this case, award show) drop. It was inevitable, going from tens of thousands of people with all of their attention on you to the quiet of their dressing room. They all experienced their drops differently, but they’d been around each other for so long that it wasn’t a surprise to any of them when the oldest suddenly looked weak in the knees.

Namjoon was at Seokjin’s side in a moment, his long arms wrapping around his waist and helping him hold up his weight. The leader maneuvered his hyung until he was held against his chest closely, Jin’s arms instinctively twisting around Namjoon’s neck.

“I’ve got you, love,” the blond-haired leader whispered, “How are you feeling?”

Jin knew what the younger was asking him and replied, “L-Little.”

Namjoon hummed knowingly, “Slip, hyung. I’m right here. So is everyone else.”

And really, that was all it took for Seokjin to let himself go. It had been months since he’d last been able to relax in his headspace, and they’d all agreed earlier in the day that it was about time he did once more.

Before he really knew it, Jin’s eyes were a little wider, a little brighter, and his shoulders slumped completely.

Perhaps it was slightly easier to slip with Namjoon than the others as the leader had been the first person Jin had ever told about his liking for littlespace. Namjoon had been surprised at the admission, but not at all disgusted as the little had feared. Namjoon spent that entire night scouring the internet and learning as much as he could on the subject.

So, yeah, maybe it was the fact that Jin was with his first boyfriend that made it easy to slip.

Hoseok, who had finished changing into his comfortable clothes (track pants and a blue long-sleeved shirt) and removing his makeup, approached the two still standing at the door with his heart-shaped smile. “Let me take him,” he said to Namjoon, who carefully transferred the little into his fellow ninety-four liner’s arms.

The leader left to go change himself with a quick kiss to Jin’s forehead.

Hoseok nuzzled the little’s cheek, earning himself a quiet but happy giggle from him. He helped Jin over to the grey couch and laid him down just as Taehyung and Jimin appeared behind him, clutching Jin’s spare little supplies in their hands. The two ninety-fivers were dressed similarly in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, except Taehyung’s shirt was black while Jimin’s was white, and Taehyung’s dark locks were covered by a black beanie.

“Should we get you changed, baby?” Hoseok asked Jin, pinching fondly at the little’s cheek.

Jin nodded, his lips pursing out in a cute pout that had smiles on all three of the others’ faces.

As Hoseok and Jimin began unbuttoning Jin’s shirt and pants and slipping them off of the little, Taehyung appeared in his vision upside down, making silly faces that Jin couldn’t help but laugh at, poking at his boyfriend’s puffed-out cheek.

With Taehyung’s distraction, the two dancers didn’t have any problem at all fastening a diaper around Jin’s hips and then slipping him into his favorite RJ pajamas.

“Oh, Jinnie!” Jungkook sang, popping out from behind the couch with a familiar purple object in his hands. The maknae grinned his bunny smile, “Want your paci, baby?”

The little’s eyes widened significantly and he nodded, reached out for it with impatient hands.

“No, Jinnie,” Jimin scolded Jin softly, “That’s not how we ask for things, is it?”

Seokjin had always been the kind of little that was super quiet, especially when he slipped into a littler headspace than usual. None of them could tell yet how far he’d slipped, but checking his understanding and if he was willing to talk typically gave them a good idea.

The little looked up with apologetic eyes, “S-Sorry. C-Can Jinnie please have paci, Kookie-hyungie?”

The four members surrounding him burst into fond smiles.

Jungkook cooed and lifted the pacifier to Jin’s lips, who eagerly took the object into his mouth and began suckling on it. “Good boy,” he praised.

The little’s cheeks turned an adorable pink and their hearts were so full of love it was a bit ridiculous.

“God, he’s so cute, it’s unfair,” Jimin pouted from his spot on the floor, leaning his elbow against the coffee table and his head in his hand.

Hoseok ruffled his hair and replied, “You’re cute too, Minnie, don’t you worry.”

Jimin’s smile turned smug.

Jungkook and Taehyung were busy playing peek-a-boo with Jin when Namjoon returned, this time with Yoongi by his side. Namjoon was dressed comfortably in some dark blue track pants and a sweater, while Yoongi was wearing all black - from his sweater to his sweatpants.

The eldest rapper immediately hip-checked Taehyung out of the way and took over his spot. “Hey!” the second youngest whined before moving to stand next to the maknae behind the couch.

Yoongi ignored him and grinned down at Jin, his long fingers slipping into the little’s soft, brunet hair. “Hi, little one, I’ve missed you,” he all but cooed, his deep voice sending a shiver down the little’s spine.

After Namjoon, Yoongi was the second person Jin had told about being a little. The eldest rapper had taken to caregiving like a fish to water as he was naturally very protective and - though he may not admit it outright - he loved to cuddle.

“Appa!” Jin exclaimed, relaxing into the rapper’s hands.

Namjoon’s phone beeped in his pocket at that moment and he quickly fished it out. “Sejin-hyung says that the car is here for us. It’s ready just outside the back door and no fans are around so it’s safe to bring Jin.”

BTS’ manager, Sejin, had found out that some of the members were littles by accident a few years earlier, and thankfully he had taken it pretty well. The man had been their manager since the beginning, and he was somewhat of a second father figure in all of their lives. Sejin agreed to help them hide the fact that most of the members were littles and made accommodations whenever he could when it came to events and schedules.

Jungkook moved in front of the couch and tapped Jin’s arm softly. “You want a piggyback ride, baby?” he asked.

The little nodded furiously and moved to cling to the maknae’s back, his arms curling around Jungkook’s shoulders and holding on tightly.

As Namjoon and Hoseok led the seven of them out of the dressing room, Jungkook bounced the little up and down just to hear the cute little squeals he let out. Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi all held extra sweaters and blankets in their hands, just in case they were seen by anyone and needed to quickly cover their oldest hyung up.

While they all hated the fact that they needed to hide the littles, they understood too. If something like that were ever to get out to the public, they would lose a lot of supporters and garner a lot of horrible comments. It was unanimously decided between the seven of them that though it killed them to hide it, it was in their best interest to.

It was an easy walk to the back door and out into the garage area where their car was waiting for them, thankfully. Sejin was in the driver’s seat and Jimin immediately claimed shotgun. Jungkook and Yoongi settled in the very back with Jin in between them while the other three were in the middle seats.

Their manager eyed the oldest member through the rearview mirror with a smile. “How is he?” he asked.

Most of the time, Sejin was kept on a need-to-know basis regarding their littles, but he checked in from time to time to make sure everything was going alright.

“He’s good,” Jimin replied, “It’s been a while so we thought he needed to have a relaxing day.”

Sejin nodded and left it at that, instead diverting his attention to driving them through the city back to their shared apartment.

The ride back was fairly quiet, as little Jinnie was nodding off against Yoongi’s shoulder in the back and cuddling with the sweater Taehyung had been holding. The pacifier was still in his mouth and he let out a sigh of content at the comfort surrounding him from all sides.

Yoongi allowed the little to snuggle into his side and ran his hand up and down his opposite arm soothingly.

Jungkook - on his other side - helped to keep him sitting in a safe position.

When they arrived back at the dorms, it was Namjoon who picked up the sleepy little and hefted him into his arms. Jin wrapped his arms and legs around the leader’s front and allowed him to carry him up to their apartment.

Jin napped for probably an hour, and when his eyes fluttered open again, he found himself in Taehyung’s room, with both the second youngest and Namjoon curled around him on each side.

The little couldn’t help but giggle when Namjoon let out a loud snore, which caused Taehyung to wake up with a quiet groan. “Baby?” he said, his voice low and raspy with sleep.

Jin squirmed around in the arms surrounding him until he was facing Taehyung properly. “TaeTae-hyungie!” he exclaimed.

Taehyung grinned his boxy smile and shushed the little with a finger to his lips. “We have to be quiet,” he explained in a whisper, “We don’t want to wake your daddy, now do we? I think he deserves a bit more sleep after tonight.”

Though Jin was in littlespace, he still understood the implications of the statement. Namjoon worked harder than any of them, especially when it came to public appearances. As their leader, he kept them in line and tended to do most of the talking.

It was because of Taehyung’s comment that Jin got thinking. He thought about every member and how they each played an important role.

Well, every member except him.

It was something the oldest member struggled with a lot; his place in BTS. Many a time had he fallen into his dark thoughts and needed to be pulled out by one of his members.

What did he bring to the table for the group?

His vocals? They were sub-par at best.

His dancing? Never in a million years.

His visuals? Though he joked about being “Worldwide Handsome”, he knew the others were just as good looking if not better looking than he was. Taehyung had won the title of Most Handsome Man In The World for crying out loud.

“Hey,” a gentle tap to his forehead caused the little to blink and return to his surroundings. Taehyung was looking at him with a furrowed brow, “Are you feeling insecure again, love?”

Well, didn’t Taehyung hit that one right on the nose?

Jin let out a whine and shoved his face into the second youngest’s chest. “J-Jinnie sorry, hyungie.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby,” Taehyung replied softly. One of his big hands moved to rub at the small of the little’s back while his other began carding through Jin’s hair. “I know you can’t help it, Jinnie. None of us can help it when we feel down, but we have each other to bring us back up, yeah?”

Jin nodded, his face still hidden in Taehyung’s shirt. The oldest Bangtan member could feel himself slipping out of his headspace, straddling a line between big and little.

“We love you so much, baby. Every single one of us,” Taehyung continued, seemingly understanding the older’s state of mind. “We’re all so proud of you, Jinnie. You joined BigHit because you wanted to be an actor, and before you knew it, you were thrown into an idol group.”

Taehyung gently guided Jin’s head away from his chest so he could look him in the eye directly and know he was telling the truth. “Your dream changed, and you changed with it in the best way possible. You couldn’t sing at first, remember? But you dedicated so much time and effort that you became your vocal teacher’s best student. You weren’t much of a dancer, just like Namjoon, but you keep up with Hoseok-hyung, Jiminie, and Jungkookie really well.”

The oldest’s eyes were rimmed with tears and he sniffled quietly. “Yeah?” he asked in a trembling voice.

“Yeah,” Taehyung confirmed. He moved the hand that was rubbing at his back to cup Jin’s cheek, looking at him with what could only be pure love and adoration.

“He’s right,” Namjoon’s voice suddenly sounded from behind him, causing the little to startle a bit and turn to look at him. The leader was gazing at him with the same look Taehyung was giving him, a dimpled smile on his face. “Could you imagine the Best Moment In Life series without your incredible acting? No one would have taken us seriously. And I think your voice is amazing, baby, even though I know you have your doubts.”

“Oh no!” the three curled up together on the bed all turned their heads simultaneously at the sound of Hoseok’s voice coming from the doorway. The dance leader walked into the room with a solemn expression on his face. “Is Jinnie feeling down again?”

Both Taehyung and Namjoon hummed in confirmation.

Hoseok walked over to the bed and grabbed one of Jin’s hands in his own. “I’m sure these two have already told you how talented you are, but there’s something else, too.” Hoseok kissed the back of the oldest’s hand softly, “Jinnie, you’re the oldest member and I know sometimes that feels like a burden to you, but we’re all just so happy that you love us and take care of us. It’s a joke, I know, that you’re like our mom, but it’s kind of true. You always cook us our favorite meals when we’re not feeling good, and nurse us through sickness. And we love to take care of you in return, baby. We always will.”

Jin glanced around at the other two to see that they both seemed to agree with what Hoseok said as well. That caused the tears to start spilling from his eyes.

“T-Thank you guys,” he managed out, “I love you so much.”

Namjoon tightened his grip on his waist, “We all love you too, Jinnie.”

“Now, how about we go have some chicken nuggets for dinner and put on a movie, huh?” Hoseok suggested.

And just like that, Jin was fully submerged in his headspace once more, his eyes lighting up, “J-Jinnie loves chicken nuggets!”

Taehyung chuckled and kissed his forehead before beginning to untangle himself from him. “We know you do, love.”

“What movie should we watch?” Namjoon asked as he carried Jin out of the room and to the living room.

The others could be heard in the kitchen, but the living room was set up with tons of blankets and pillows, much to Jin’s delight.

“Can we watch Moana?” the little asked hopefully.

“Sure, love,” Hoseok replied, booping Jin on the nose before grabbing the television remote to start up the movie.

It was only a few minutes later that Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook entered the room with a large tray of chicken nuggets, some paper plates, and a few different dipping sauces.

Yoongi and Jimin claimed the seats on the sofa on either side of Jin, while Jungkook settled on the floor right next to his legs. Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon cuddled up together on the other couch, watching the other four fondly.

As the movie started, the opening song beginning, Jimin and Jungkook alternated feeding Jin, who enjoyed all the attention he was getting. Yoongi held a napkin in his hand and wiped at the little’s mouth whenever he got crumbs and sauce everywhere (which was a lot).

About halfway through the movie, when their bellies were full and they were all focused on the plot, Jin took a moment to look around at everyone.

His heart fluttered with the love he felt for each of his members. He couldn’t help but be thankful to them for always being there for him and keeping away the dark thoughts that crept around in the back of his mind.

It was at that moment that he remembered something Yoongi had said to them once, something that they all thought of dearly and proved to be true time and time again.

What a relief that we have seven members. What a relief that we have each other.

What a relief indeed.

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A/N: Kudos and comments do wonders for my self-esteem, so it would mean a lot if you left one if you enjoyed this fic <3

I purple you guys and hope that you’re having a good December so far!

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wingcharm · 5 years ago

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Never-Never Land Part 2/3

Thank you so much to everyone who liked, reblogged and replied to the first part of this series! I was blown away!

A few notes: although this story is already written, I wrote it by hand in my notebook while on bed-rest, and have been typing it out on my laptop and editing as I go, hence the delay between chapters. I'm still not sure if the final part of the story will be in one chapter or if it'll read better split in half with the latter part serving as an epilogue, so the final chapter count may change.

Thank you so much for reading!

AO3

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His phone is blowing up with calls, but he doesn’t bother checking to see who they’re from.

“FRIDAY, call Rhodey.”

The phone rings only once before Rhodey answers.

“Stay where you are,” is the first thing he says, his voice tight. “I’m serious, Tones. I’m working on it. Sam is on his way in now. They’ve been instructed to use non-lethal force only, they won’t hurt the kid. But we don’t know what kind of voodoo shit he’s under, and if you get thrown into the mix–”

“It’s not Peter!” Tony interrupts hastily, before another phrase like ‘non-lethal force’ can send him back into an emotional tailspin. “It’s not him. Someone else is in the suit.”

A stunned silence follows. Then, “Tony, who–?”

“I don’t know. Something’s blocking the comms, I can’t get in. But Peter–” his phone buzzes as another call comes through, Pepper’s face illuminated on the screen. “That’s Pep. I gotta tell her, Rhodey, can you–?”

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted man, just – stay put, okay?”

Tony doesn’t answer. He switches over to the waiting call. “Pepper–”

“I know, honey. I saw,” her voice is gentle, but it rises quickly in volume until it carries. “FRIDAY, can you hear me? Authorize suit deployment. Access code 73723, Virginia Potts.”

“Authorization accepted. Deploying now, boss.” FRIDAY’s approval is interrupted by the distant thrum of repulsors charging in the garage, metal re-forming from nanotech.

His knees go weak; the crashing wave of relief at the familiar sound and the overwhelming gratitude for his wife renders Tony unable to speak, his throat tight. Pepper goes on,“You have it, Tony. Okay? You have it, but you won’t use it.”

He struggles to find his voice, to steady himself. “I won’t –?”

“Not yet. You won’t leave Morgan alone, Tony. You have to think through this.”

He shakes his head, forces himself to breathe in. “You can come home, you can stay with her–”

“I can’t,” she sounds frustrated, “There’s no getting in or out of the city right now, they’ve closed off the air space.”

He can feel his breaths coming shorter again, can feel the pressure building in his chest. “Someone’s got him, Pep – some maniac got to him, they’re in the suit, I can’t get through!”

He swears he can hear the gears turning in her head, can hear her thinking as she absorbs this new information. Her voice is slow and measured. “Then it’s someone who planned in advance. They figured out who he was, they knew how to trap him.”

“There’s no one. It wouldn’t work, even if they–” Tony clamps down on his own frustration, knows she’s trying to get him to sort through everything, to work the problem. He sucks in another breath and tries again. “No one can take that suit off him, not against his will. Even if he’s unconscious. There’s a safeguard built in, the Child Lock Protocol, it won’t disengage unless he’s–”

“He’s not. He’s not, honey,” her voice is gentle again, calm and steady. “He’s alive. He must have taken it off himself, given it to someone else…” but her voice trails off, and Tony can tell she doesn’t really believe it.

“He wouldn’t. Who the hell would he even give it to?”

“His friend, maybe? The computer expert?” Pepper offers, but she sounds doubtful. “He’s the only other person who knows, and it must have been someone he trusted. What’s his name?”

“Ned Leeds,” Tony supplies automatically, and instantly imagines the way Peter would have reacted on finding out that Tony had never actually thought the kid’s name was ‘Fred.’ His eyes water, and he pushes the thought from his mind.

“Do you have his number?” Pepper prompts, and Tony’s heart sinks.

“No,” he can barely get the word out around the self-recrimination in his throat, “he got a new one after he came back. Pete knew the old one by heart, he was crushed when he found out. He kept trying to memorize the new one, just in case. He turned it into a song to help him remember, he keeps singing it when he’s out on patrol, I must’ve listened to it a thousand times but I–”

“Okay,” Pepper cuts in softly, “it’s okay, honey. You’re spiraling. May will have it, okay? I’ll call her. She’s with Happy–”

And Tony almost laughs, because of course Pepper already knows, but the memory of Peter’s patrols calls to mind something else, something painfully obvious that had been lost to him in the fog of his panic: “His suit feed backs up to FRIDAY’s database automatically. If that freak didn’t start blocking the signal until after he took the suit, I should still be able to play back whatever the kid saw before he– before he lost it.”

Pepper hesitates a moment. “Play back? As in video? Audio?”

“Both,” Tony hopes, now anxious to pull up the footage, to do something useful, but Pepper stops him.

“In the basement, Tony,” her voice is suddenly urgent, “Watch it in the lab. Leave the suit with Morgan, don’t let her see, or…or hear…” and for the first time, he can hear it in her voice: the same fear that rips through his insides, the fear of what may have happened – might still be happening. However sure of his safety she had sounded for Tony’s sake, she is afraid for Peter, too, and her fear propels him out of his own the way nothing else can.

“In the lab, out of sight. Try to find Ned, Pep. I love you. I’ve gotta go.”

The call ends. He turns on his heels and there in the middle of his living room is the Iron Man suit, standing guard over Morgan, who is glancing between the suit and her father as though unsure which to run to. He holds out his arms to her and she throws herself into them and clings, still trembling.

“I heard what you said! You said a bad guy has Petey!”

“Dad’s gonna help him, baby. I have to go down to the lab, and you have to stay up here with Iron Man. That’s how we help Peter right now. Okay?” He brushes a hand over her cheek as she nods, and God, she looks so afraid, and he knows he’s handling this all wrong, but they don’t have time.

He leaves the suit to keep watch over his daughter, and hurtles for the stairs.

–- -

FRIDAY doesn’t wait for him to ask; the screen glows to life the moment he enters the room at the bottom of the stairs, and the first video begins to play.

He’s looking out of the back seat of the Audi through Peter’s eyes. Tony is momentarily stumped before it occurs to him that he must be watching a recording from late in the previous evening, on the drive back from the lake house. The camera pans to the windows as the kid looks through them, and the wall of congested city traffic surrounding them tells Tony they’re not far from their destination.

Peter faces forward again and makes a point of clearing his throat. Happy’s face is just visible in the rear view mirror as he glances up, catching a glimpse of the scene behind him and rolling his eyes. “Aw jeeze, kid, not in the car! Take the mask off, what if someone sees you?”

Peter’s voice comes through clear as a bell. “C’mon, Happy, the tints on these windows are crazy dark! Probably illegal level dark, even. No one’s gonna see in. Did you know this thing records video? It’ll be like my old vlogs back in Germany, remember those?”

“I try not to. I’m serious, kid, mask off. Or we’re not stopping for that Slurpee.”

Peter huffs a sigh, reaches up to remove the mask, and the video cuts out. Tony releases the breath he’s been holding, unsure whether to feel relieved at the tame nature of the footage or frustrated by its total lack of anything resembling a lead. Before he can make up his mind, the screen flares back to life.

This time, the kid is balanced on the edge of what Tony guesses to be the roof of the Parkers’ new building. The dark sky and lit street lamps are the only indication of the late hour, the amount of time that must have passed.

“Karen, where’s it coming from?” whispers Peter, the camera tilting as he cocks his head to one side like a dog searching for the source of a strange sound. Whatever he hears is inaudible Tony’s ears.

The suit isn’t designed to record feedback from its A.I., but Karen must have replied; Peter chirps out a quick thanks and takes off into the air.

Tony can tell by Peter’s speed and altitude that he isn’t intending to travel very far, and by the time he’s two blocks over, he can hear what the kid is after: a man’s voice is screaming for help, begging as though his life depends on it. The camera swoops and volleys as Peter picks up the pace, drawing closer. “I’m coming,” he whispers, “I’m coming, man, just hold on…”

Ahead, the screaming echoes from within what looks to be an old, empty department store – a warehouse, maybe? Tony knows plenty of these ghost town fixtures still remain, leftovers of the post-blip economy crash and subsequent rioting. Peter scales the exterior of the building until he reaches a broken window set high into the wall. He slides through.

The interior of the building is strangely empty, devoid of the usual rows of empty shelving or machinery that might have hinted as to its original purpose. The concrete floor is barren even of the typical detritus which might have indicated the presence of squatters.

The camera somersaults as Peter flips down to the floor, raises again as he lifts his head, searching–

A bald-headed, bespectacled man is illuminated by a sliver of moonlight through the broken window, his face partially obscured, choking and crushed within the grasp of something enormous, something monstrous–

“What the fuck?” Tony and Peter’s reactions are in sync. The camera leans in, and Tony leans with it, because what he’s seeing can’t be real.

A gigantic fist rises out of the concrete floor, its fingers locked tightly around the bald-headed man, its surface rippling and sliding at the outer layer like – sand? Earth? Tony can’t tell.

“What the hell is that thing, Karen?!”

No sooner has Peter said it than the thing turns round sharply as if suddenly aware of his arrival, crumbling and shifting as it moves. The fingers release their hold on the choking victim who falls hard to the floor, gasping for breath.

“O-okay. That’s, um. That’s something, at least,” Peter stutters slightly, clearly shaken, but raises his voice to a shout as he addresses the man on the floor, “Get out of here, man, run! I’ll cover you!”

The guy doesn’t need telling twice – he books it out of the building as the monstrous hand begins to shift and contort, its material expanding, growing out of seemingly nothing at all until it reaches almost to the ceiling, a pillar of earth – no, a torso, Tony realizes – and advances on Peter, who actually squeaks with fear.

“Call for back-up,” Tony orders numbly, mouth dry, heart pounding. “Do it, kid. Call for help.”

Karen must have delivered similar advice, might even have started to sound the alarm on Peter’s behalf, because the kid yelps, “No, no, wait! Not yet! I can do this, I can–”

The ground to Peter’s left explodes as the thing’s fist connects with the concrete, barely missing him. He springs into action, the camera whirling as he fires webs at the walls, the ceiling – trying his best to get an angle on the thing even as it continues to grow, a hideous face forming out of its rocky surface, snarling with rage.

“Distraction, I need a – Karen, can you deploy a drone?” Peter gasps, dodging a second blow from the monster. With a metallic buzzing, a spider-drone is released from the kid’s suit. It zips around behind the creature, flying purposefully close to its enormous head, which turns to follow its movement, its attention pulled away from its main target.

Peter banks sharply in mid-air, grabbing onto one of the overhead beams with one hand and steadying himself. He fires a web grenade right into the center of the beast – the web streaks through the air, seems to flicker strangely – and passes through the creature without a trace. It explodes against the far wall, brick and webbing sent in every direction.

Peter hangs in place, obviously puzzled. “What–?”

He’s still for a moment too long. The sand monster slams a fist into the ceiling above his head; the spot just above him explodes, huge chunks of debris raining down over top of him. The overhead beam Peter hangs from snaps as it’s swept beneath an avalanche of rubble that crashes to the floor, burying the kid beneath it.

“No!” Peter gasps, and the fear in his voice sets Tony’s heart racing. The camera is covered with dust, impossible to see through.

“FRIDAY, switch to the drone cam,” Tony orders, and the picture re-appears, this time from a bird’s eye view. Beneath the drone, Peter frees an arm and paws ineffectually at the eyes of his mask, struggling to clear his view.“No, no, come on–”

He’s panicking – Tony can hear it in the frantic, too-quick breaths still audible through the speakers. He can see it in the way the kid remains pinned on his back beneath the rubble, fighting wildly to free himself, staring up at the beast as it raises its fist again, preparing to strike–

The beast’s roar is interrupted by the whirr of repulsors, and Tony’s head snaps towards the stairs, towards Morgan and the suit– but the sound isn’t coming from upstairs. It’s coming from the screen.

Iron Man bursts through the broken window of the warehouse, repulsors raised threateningly at the creature still looming over Peter.

“I’m here! Tony, I’m down here!” Peter’s relief is palpable, and it hurts, because now, at last, Tony can see what’s happening.

The understanding of what he’s seeing – what it means, and what must be about to happen next – crashes over Tony all at once, sliding like ice down his spine.

This is Stark tech. This is his own technology. Incredibly vivid projected images, probably backed by some sort of weaponry to cause the explosions. Smoke and mirrors in dazzling technicolor, the early stages of an invention he had molded into a therapy tool once he realized the hideously dangerous potential it held for anything else; at the time, he’d pictured large-scale government sponsored hoaxes designed to stir a country into war, or corrupt officials re-framing their own misdeeds, manufacturing false alibis…

He’d never imagined it would become a torture device to be used on his own kid.

On the screen, the threat of the repulsors is enough to cause the sand monster to retreat. It crumbles in on itself like a sinkhole before vanishing entirely, leaving no trace of it behind. The spider-drone’s camera follows Iron Man’s movements as he crosses the floor of the warehouse to where Peter is still trapped. Tony watches as the fake Iron Man lifts away the support beam the kid is still pinned beneath, straining his eyes for evidence of the machinery which must be at work creating the illusion – but now that he thinks about it, how is the fake Iron Man able to physically move anything? Real objects should pass right through the projection, just as Peter’s web grenade had flown through the “beast.”

He’s only just begun to consider whether it might be possible to overlay a projection on a human being as a sort of digital costume when the Iron Man suit opens, and Tony fucking Stark steps out of it.

The kid removes his mask as he scrambles to safety, and the expression of relief on his face is in total contrast to the dread in Tony’s gut.

“Tony!” Peter’s voice is brimming with gratitude and adoration as he lunges towards his apparent savior and all but crashes into the doppelganger’s arms. Tony’s body actually twitches with the urge to return the embrace the teenager is clearly expecting.

Not-Tony, however, is rigid and ramrod straight; his hands grip Peter’s shoulders without their usual warmth, and Tony can see the moment Peter realizes something is wrong – the kid freezes in place half a second before Not-Tony uses his grip to push him violently away.

Peter stumbles backwards with the force of it, and Tony finds himself taking an instinctive step forward as though to steady him before he remembers himself. Any embarrassment he might have felt at his blunder is wiped away by Peter’s expression: pure, defenseless hurt.

“What the hell were you doing out there, Parker?” Not-Tony’s voice trembles with anger, and Tony watches as Peter seems to shrink in on himself.

“I – there was – I heard someone screaming and then this thing, it just…it attacked, and I– I wanted to help, so I–”

Not-Tony cuts in sharply, “You got involved in a mess you had no business being any part of, and forced me to swoop in and save the day. ”

For a split second, Tony can see Peter’s brow furrow with what looks to be doubt.

“But – but you said I should–”

Not-Tony switches tactics.

“Or maybe it was on purpose? Was it just that you wanted to see how fast I’d come running if you were in danger? Was that your game?”

Tony, who has always loved the way Peter wears his heart on his sleeve, now wishes desperately that the kid had a better poker face; the way the color drains from his cheeks makes it clear that Not-Tony has struck pay dirt.

“N-no! Please, I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, I didn’t mean to – you don’t have to–” Peter’s stammering protest cuts through Tony like a knife.

“You’re right. I don’t.” Not-Tony remains as cold as ice, and Tony feels a sudden dread creep up his spine. “I think this relationship has run its course, don’t you?”

There is a long pause in which Peter desperately searches Not-Tony’s face, and Tony knows what he’s looking for; he’s seen enough footage and photos of himself with the kid. But the usual warmth and affection that lights up Tony’s eyes whenever he looks at his family is absent in Not-Tony.

“Run its…its course?” Peter’s voice is hoarse and disbelieving. Tony has never heard anyone sound so crushed, and it makes him appear somehow younger. His head swims with the sudden and overwhelming desire to reach out and comfort the kid.

“I had a pretty good thing going for a few years, you know. A wife and a kid. Nice little retirement. Maybe it’s time to get back to that. Think I’ve earned the right to some peace and quiet, don’t you?”

Peter’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. He nods.

Not-Tony’s tone is ruthless as he continues, “Saved the universe, didn’t I? I brought everyone back. I brought you back. Maybe that’s where I went wrong.”

Tony’s stomach seems to plummet and lift so quickly he tastes bile in his throat, because God, those words spoken in his own voice area nauseating, but this is where Peter will see through the farce. This is where the kid will realize something is up. Because Tony could never regret saving Peter. There is no version of Peter who could fail to realize that.

Peter’s mouth opens as if to speak, and Tony feels a surge of victory.

It’s extinguished with the click of Peter’s teeth as his mouth closes. His face is colorless. His gaze drops to the floor.

“No. No, come on, kid,” Tony has taken several steps forward without realizing it, “That’s not me. You know that’s not me.”

Not-Tony’s expression borders on smug. “Can’t deny it, can you? You’ve had your fun. Had a nice time playing superhero, milking me out of millions of dollars worth of gear, swanning around my home as if you think you’re my son. Taking me away from time with my family. My daughter. That’s plenty. That’s enough. Don’t you think?”

Peter looks up again, utterly stricken.

“I – sir, I’m so –”

Not-Tony advances on Peter. Peter cowers.

Something in Tony’s chest pulls as taut and unforgiving as a bowstring, and he is forced to turn his back on the grotesque display before the pressure can snap it in two.

Behind him, the spectacle continues to play out. Not-Tony’s voice drips with contempt.

“You agree with me, don’t you? Spider-Man?”

Peter’s reply is almost inaudible. He sounds as though the wind has been knocked out of him. He sounds as breathless and gutted as Tony feels.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir. Perfect. Then you can get the hell out of my life. Door’s just behind you.”

There is a sharp, reedy sound like a sudden intake of breath followed by the soft rustle of fabric hitting the tile floor, and Tony knows without looking that Peter has dropped his suit and tracker. He can’t see it, but he can imagine the trembling in Peter’s shoulders as he turns to leave – the tightening at the corners of his eyes that only happens when the teenager is trying not to cry. The kid’s footsteps are slow and methodical as he makes his way to the door of the warehouse, and Tony wills him to hurry, to leave before his hideous doppelganger can deliver the killing blow –

Instead, there is a shuffle of footsteps as though Peter has turned on his heel.

“Wait! Wait, please – please don’t do this. Please. I’ll – I’ll do better, I promise I will! I’ll – you can have the suit, you can keep it, just – and I won’t, I – I’ll stop coming over so much. I won’t bother you, just please, Tony. I just – I need you, and – ” Peter’s tone is familiar in its desperation. But the last time Tony heard it, the kid was turning to dust in his hands. Unconsciously, he raises his hand to his mouth as though to keep from being sick.

Not-Tony snorts derisively. “I should’ve left you for dead when I had the chance.”

The roaring in Tony’s ears drowns out any reply.

– – -

Ten hours earlier

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Peter is freezing. He’s never been able to tolerate cold well, and his only clothing underneath the suit had been his shorts and vest. But the prospect of asking Tony for clothes – for anything at all – hadn’t crossed his mind.

It’s as if the realization of his worst fears, his worst insecurities, has short-circuited something in his brain. He feels numb beneath the cold, can focus only on taking the next step, the next step, the next step…

So he walks.

“Peter? Is that you?” A familiar voice calls out from behind him.

Almost mechanically, Peter turns to face the man.

“Oh. Hi. I was just…” His lips are numb, his voice flat. What is he doing? Where is he going? He can’t remember.

His physics teacher frowns, glancing both ways down the street before jogging across to meet him. Peter waits politely for him to catch up. Now that he’s still, he can’t seem to find the desire to move any further.

“I was just at the bar across the street, thought I heard a commotion – Peter, are you okay?” The man reaches out a hand to clasp Peter’s shoulder.

For some reason, the simple touch is his undoing.

“No,” he croaks out. His eyes begin to burn and he drops his gaze, humiliated.

His teacher squeezes his shoulder once. “C’mon. I live close by.”

– – -

Peter allows himself to be lead just two blocks down and into an alleyway where a dilapidated walk-up awaits them. He wonders, in a detached kind of way, what kind of meager salary Midtown pays its faculty – by the looks of this place, they can’t afford much in the way of rent.

They enter into a dimly lit kitchen where the man gestures for Peter to take a seat at the tiny round table in the corner of the room and reaches for the coffee machine, which seems to have a pot already waiting; Peter wonders whether the man was expecting company. “Sit down, Peter. How do you take it? Cream? Sugar?”

“I – um, both?” Peter’s never been much of a coffee-drinker, but it’ll give him something to do with his hands at the very least. “Um, thanks for doing this, Mr. Rio. Tonight – it’s been – well, thanks.”

“Please, Peter. We’re not in school. Call me Quentin,” His teacher smiles as he passes Peter the steaming mug. “Tell you what, I’ll grab you some clothes while you drink. You can’t walk home looking like that. Wait here, okay?”

Quentin disappears out of the kitchen. Peter takes a few gulps of his coffee, savoring the way it burns away at the lump in his throat on the way down.

I think this relationship has run its course, don’t you?

The words play back endlessly through his mind. His skin is crawling with it.

I brought you back. Maybe that’s where I went wrong.

He takes another long sip, hoping the steam will clear out the sudden congestion in his sinuses before he has to speak to Quentin.

On the wall, a dusty clock tells him it’s nearly 2AM. May will be at her night-shift until morning, and won’t meet back up with Peter until the afternoon. There will be no morning message from Tony to answer.

Get the hell out of my life.

He drains his mug in one long gulp.

On a small table by the door, something catches his eye: a newspaper bearing a familiar photograph. The New York Times had done a feature on Tony after his incredible victory. On its cover, the photograph depicted the man himself, surrounded by his family: Pepper, Happy, Rhodey – and Peter.

Swanning around my home as if you think you’re my son.

He remembers the way Tony had flatly refused to allow any publication of his daughter’s face – he’d said he didn’t want her growing up in his shadow the way he’d grown up in Howard’s, always to be compared and scrutinized by a merciless press.

But he’d allowed Peter to be in the shot – had even thrown his arm around him. Like he was proud. Why?

The grief is threatening to overwhelm him now, is clouding his mind. He feels strangely heavy with it. Heavy and weak, and so, so tired.

“It’s a nice picture,” says Quentin from somewhere behind him.

Peter turns to look at him. It takes longer than it should – he feels as if he’s moving through sludge, wading through sand…

“I couldn’t believe my luck when I first saw it. There I was, dreaming up ways to make him pay for what he did, and what do you know? The guy is stupid enough to let a major news outlet run a story on the private life he’s hidden for years. All the people nearest and dearest to him.” Quentin smiles.

For the first time, it dawns on Peter that the prickling on the back of his neck – the crawling of his skin – is not down to emotion.

“Thing is, most of them are just impossible to get to. Can you imagine trying to kidnap the C.E.O. of Stark Industries? Or a bunch of ex-military guys? Never gonna happen. But you–you were perfect.”

Quentin draws closer, and Peter tries to rise from his chair, but his legs won’t support him – he crashes hard to the linoleum floor. His teacher is still smiling.

“Oh, it’s nothing personal, Pete. You’re a bright kid! You would’ve had a bright future.” Quentin shakes his head as though disappointed. “But you won’t be the first person to have their life destroyed by Tony Stark. I used to work for the guy, did you know that? Me and some of my friends. You’ve met one of them already – he’s a better scientist than he is an actor, but his screaming got you to turn up all the same, didn’t it?”

Peter tries to move, but it feels as though he’s buried under rubble again. Every hair on his body is standing on end. “How…?”

“Oh, how did I know about your little alter-ego?” Quentin asks. His eyes are bright and eager at the question. He looks as if he’s enjoying himself. “Well, that’s the thing, Pete – I didn’t! Not until your buddy Ned went and bragged to his little girlfriend about his pal Spider-Man right smack in the middle of my classroom. The look on your face when he said it!” He laughs. “God, kid, how have you kept it secret this long? Anyway, it works out great in the end. Makes my job a little easier.”

Peter isn’t sure whether it’s because Quentin is purposefully toying with him or because whatever he’s been drugged with is slowing his thinking, but he can’t connect the dots. He tries to ask, but finds that he can no longer open his mouth to speak – he’s paralyzed.

Quentin chuckles as though he sees the question in Peter’s eyes.

“Jesus, kid, aren’t you supposed to be smart?” And then his face falls, and he looks almost remorseful. “Aw, man, I’m sorry, Pete. That was mean. Look – I’ve really enjoyed being your teacher. And this whole superhero gig you’ve got going – it’s admirable, it really is. But your friend Tony deserves to pay for what he’s done, and there’s no way I’m getting close enough to the guy to kill him myself.”

Even as he feels the muscles in his face go slack, the alarm bells in Peter’s head are blaring, and his eyes dart frantically between his teacher’s. Quentin nods, smiling again as though pleased.

“Yeah, see? You figured it out, right? Knew you’d get there eventually. It’ll work like this: I’ve got your suit. I get to play the role of the Amazing Spider-Man, but – uh oh!” Quentin steps closer. “Spider-Man’s lost it! He’s blowing up buildings, he’s killing innocent people! Tony Stark’s little side-kick is out destroying his reputation!”

Peter tries to yell, but nothing escapes his vocal cords. Horror is clawing at his throat. Quentin carries on.

“See, as soon as Stark sees Spider-Man on a rampage through the city, he’ll zoom right in out of retirement to save the day. But Iron Man won’t lift a finger against Spider-Man, will he? Tony would never risk hurting Peter Parker.”

Quentin drops down beside Peter, and he catches a final glimpse of the savage pleasure on the man’s face as he reaches to gently close the eyelids that are frozen open.

“Easy peasy, right? Spider-Man will have no trouble killing Tony Stark.”

Peter’s eyes are closed, and the world goes dark.

“And once it’s all over, Peter – once Iron Man has fallen and the world is closing in on Spider-Man…he’ll fall, too. Right off a building, and down to his death. And for that, I’m going to need a body.”

The darkness pulls Peter down, and he knows no more.

#still no idea what i'm doing #with tagging #but i'll try!#irondad #peter parker #tony stark #morgan stark #fic #parknerplease #euphoric-melancholyy #he-dust-of-stars

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mad-hatter-ison · 6 years ago

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Sillyvision Presents Resurrected from the Blotter

A Bendy AU by me: Mad-Hatter-ison. All rightfully belong to theMeatly and Joey Drew Studios

Bg Note: Hi guys, well this be the first time I posted about my own Bendy story. I am planning to make an art comic version of this, for now I am typing the story. This may be the introduction/prologue, but I hope you guys love it.

Introduction

Many of you heard of the tale of a hero fighting against a ferocious monster who torture people til death because it can. Many of you also witness battle after battle of which will gain victory or defeat.

But what if the hero is tired of fighting? What if the hero doesn't want to be a hero? What if the beast doesn't want to continue its fate of hurting others and rather helping and live at peace with them? What if there's no hero nor villian?

However even with that playing a part, this story isn't about them. This twisted fantasy of monsters, sorcerers, and demons circling around to pounce is about me...

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Madison," I looked up from my computer desk to see my boss standing towards me, "I know you have a lot to cover, but you're already over your shift, do you think it's best to get ready to head home?"

I turn back to my computer screen of a ton of tech paperwork and piles of accounting invoices, then back at her, "I think I need a longer shift, ma'm. I need to get everything sorted out after the new year."

"I will think about it," my boss sighed, "But head home and get some rest over the weekend." I sighed back and got up, packing my bag and tying my blue scarf around my neck. I waved good bye to some of the co workers in the Accounting office, clocked out the shift time with a card, then left the building and towards my car on a very cloudy day.

I look up at the building and sigh once again as I opened the car door; I knew I could've just head home and relax for the rest of the day, but I just couldn't. Of course overworking is unhealthy, but whenever there's a file on my desk or if I ever think of an idea to draw or sketch, I'm always determined I get them done towards the end of the day or the week.

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I started the car, turn on some music on my phone, and drove home. After I set foot inside of my home, I can see my mom preparing her make-up for a sport event. "I'm home, Mom." I spoke.

She turned and smiled, "Welcome back, sweetie. How was work?" I replied, "Well, the tech and new year paperwork are trying to kill me."

I place my work bag on an office desk as I heard my mother spoke, "Well, I'm sure you'll get them done, you are a hard working young lady." "Yeah, a hard working lady who's trying to get everything done and will not stop til everything is done." I spoke with my eyes rolled.

"Madison," I heard my mom walked to me, "I know it's difficult, but there's no need to stress yourself, it isn't healthy." "I'm trying, but no matter how I tried, it just kept growing and I couldn't keep up." I spoke as I can hear my dad walking downstairs.

"Hey dad." I changed the subject. "Hey there Madi," He replied as he ruffled my dark brown hair, "How was work?" "Madison is stressing out." My mom interrupted as I tried to cover my issue.

"Madison, I know this job can be stressful and you need to get everything done, it happens to the best of us," my dad said, "But your boss is nice enough to make sure you work and relax at the same time."

I looked down, knowing he could be right; but it's difficult trying to get eveything done because I always feared of getting fired or being a failure to both of my parents.

In a while I see them heading towards the door as my mother said, "Are you sure you won't come see the game?" "I'm sure mom, I can handle this." I replied. After one more hug from my mom, I watched their car drove off, leaving me at home.

I spent almost an hour watching old time cartoon films, jealous for the fact they can get everything done no problem and survive a fatal injury without leaving a scratch or a consequence.

Part of me just wish my life can be more convenient as the cartoons I watched.

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It was not too long when my stomach started growling and remembered there's barely anything to make; so I turned off the tv, grabbed my bag and keys to lock my front door, then head back to the car to drive towards the nearest grocery store.

It was already starting to downpour as I finished shopping and the traffic became busier and busier like working bees. I groaned, knowing there has to be a quickest way home than being stuck in sea of cars for the rest of the evening. So I checked a GPS on my phone and found the quickest way back.

Following the directions, I ended up driving towards the smaller part of the suburban area where everything is surrounded by trees and nature. But as I drive, I see a flash with a boom sound as lightning strikes a nearby tree, causing it to fall and blocked my way. I was hoping to stop the car, but as I stomped on the break it was already too late.

Despite the rain, I got out of the car and see the upper right of it was damaged by the tree. I sigh and reached for my phone inside the car to call my parents, but I noticed the low battery signal flashing at me. I panicked because it isn't safe to wait inside the car to let my phone charge and I can't wait outside in the freezing rain. “At least, there has to be a place I can wait out the storm...”

Just my luck there it was, a one story house with the lights on inside. I grabbed my bag and groceries and raced towards the front door.

I knocked and rang the door bell, but no reply. I tried to knock once more, but felt the door opening on itself. I peeked inside and saw no one's here, no sign of the owner. I wanted to stay there, but the wind and rain were both pushing harder that I didn't have a choice, but to jump inside.

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I looked around the building and everything looked old fashion from the box television to the old movie posters. I looked up one of them and tilt my head in curiosity, Bendy in Little Devil Darling.

“Who's Bendy?” I thought as I stared at the old poster of a gloved hand.

I looked around again to find the owner of the building, calling out for any sign for them, but no reply again. However as I looked around, I begin seeing some drawings on a desk and pictures of what appears to be two gentleman with a drawing of a character at the middle.

One man has brown eyes and dark brown hair in a ponytail, while his friend has blue eyes, dark navy hair, and glasses. I looked at the character in curiosity, showing what appears to be a round demon with a white bow-tie and gloves, grinning from ear to ear.

I shook my head a bit and went back to feast my eyes on the sketches the owner done. I raised a brow when I thought that they were some of the most bizarre ones I ever witnessed.

One was a woman with horns and half of her face was scribbled up, the second involves a dog who looked ten times human size and monstrous, third and fourth have two strange men , one has a camera head and the other was wearing some kind of mask; and for what caught my attention the most was the same cartoon demon from the picture, but taller, leaner, and ooze covered his face that turn his innocent looking smile menacingly.

I decided the best to ignore and not ask about the drawings and explore a bit until I find the owner of this curious home. Even if I chose to ignore, the images of the four bizarre beings were stuck in my thoughts.

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I then saw an outlet on the kitchen counter close to the wall and with relief, I pulled out my phone charger connected to my phone and plugged it in to see it charging. That was when I noticed the thing behind me.

I turned around and saw something big, metallic rectangle shaped poking out from one room across the kitchen. With all the curiosity I have, I walked towards the room to take a closer look.

What I saw was some kind of machine or contraption iced with stains and rust. It all came with a spout, a pump, and what appears to be a leaking container with a label spelled 'Ink.'

I knelt down to study the decade old machine, only for my hand to feel something cold and wet. I looked up and noticed my left hand touched the top of the machine that is flooded with the flowing container.

I shivered and got up while walking across the room again towards the kitchen sink to wash it off. But despite being wet and there for a few seconds, the ink barely comes off, not even a little. I kept trying to scrub it off, even with a sponge, but no avail.

I was about to panic, but then I begin to hear such a strange sound...whistling... Not like some train or metal whistle, but someone whistling a happy tune, coming through a door between the kitchen and the back room with the machine.

"That got to be the owner!" I thought again.

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I walked towards the door and knock on the door while listening to the tune. However it wasn't getting louder towards the door, more going back and becoming silent as if he didn't hear me.

Without a second thought, I opened the door and look inside a very dark hallway instead of what suppose to be the backyard or a garage.

I looked around and held my bag tightly after taking a breath then walk inside the dark hall in hopes of finding the owner.

Little do I figure that as soon as I step inside that dark hallway, what leads out will immediately change my life forever more...

#Batim #Bendy au #Bendy and the Ink Machine #introduction #Batim au #Resurrected from the Blotter

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lizzy-c807fanfics · 6 years ago

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That Old Black Magic Ch.8

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New to the Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire Universe? Read the first story here! - FF AO3

Killian Jones and Emma Swan didn’t meet under the usual circumstances but they had an immediate spark that ignited into a fiery relationship. Their complimentary life styles create the perfect partnership at both home and work. Can she and Killian keep up their lucky streak while navigating through the dangerous lives they lead? Find out in this Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire Mystery: That old black magic.

In this story two sorority girls have gone missing. Emma is on the case to try to track them down. Along the way she manages to piss off some of the wrong people adding complexity to her case.

Ch. 8

Graham was talking the whole ride to Bachelor Party Arms. She’d have to admit if he asked her about what he’d said, she’d have to admit that she hadn’t been listening to a single thing. She’d been thinking about the threat she’d received from the scots and her poor bug. Nobody messes with her bug. Once she figured out who dared touch her baby she had a special kind of pain in mind for them. It wasn’t until the car stopped moving that she realized they’d arrived. She snapped back to reality and focused on what Humbert was saying.

“Listen, I’m going to take lead on this. You just follow behind and wait for my signal.” said Humbert.

Emma cocked her eyebrow. “Are you expecting trouble from these guys? I thought you said it was a bunch of college kids that lived here?”

Graham shrugged his shoulders. “I never said they were all college kids, just that a bunch of college kids lived here. Look around Emma, this isn’t exactly the safest neighborhood.”

She was suddenly aware of her surroundings. She pursed her lips.” I see.”

“Not to mention, you are female. So you should let me lead.” Said Humbert.

She could feel herself getting annoyed. “I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to protect me. Can we just get this over with please?”

“Fine, have it your way.”

She got out of the car and slammed the door. She forgot he was a sexist pig for a moment. She’d have to make sure to remind herself in the future, even if he was being nice. He was halfway up the walkway by the time she caught up to him. He wasn’t wrong about the smell coming from the building. It was a combination of body odor and hot garbage. What looked like a normal unassuming apartment building on the outside was anything but normal once you stepped inside the beast. The smell outside wasn’t even the half of it, once you entered the threshold it was like walking inside a sticky, smelly sweat sock. The dark blue carpet was a combination of damp and sticky, she could swear she was leaving footprints as she walked. It was just gross. This must be what ants experience when they go into those traps.” Said Emma as she continued down the hall behind him.

He turned to face her. “You hear that? Sounds like there’s a party upstairs. Maybe the 4th floor. That’s usually where the parties will be.”

“I take it you’ve been here before?” asked Emma.

He hesitated.” I may have lived here for a while, you know back when I was in college.”

“Ah, no wonder you know so much about the place.” Her opinion of him just got better and better as she learned more about him.

“It was once home. I know it looks bad now, but it wasn’t this bad back then.” He explained.

She didn’t believe that for a second, but an inside man is helpful. “Ok, I feel better knowing you’re knowledgeable about the place. Is there another way out of here or just that front door?” she asked.

“Yeah, there’s a fire escape staircase down the backside of the building. You can get access to it at the end of the hall on each floor.” Said Graham.

“Ok, Good to know. I’m ready. Lead the way.”

Graham smiled and quickly bolted up the staircase to the next floor. The second floor was brightly lit and had a carpet that was slightly less sticky. She looked down the end of the hall and there was a big window. She could see the fire escape through the window. She could never be too careful. The music was getting louder. She kept moving up the staircase towards the source of the music. The third floor was like the first, sticky and dark. Same big window at the end of the hall.

“It’s just upstairs. I was right, probably the penthouse.” Said Humbert.

“This place has a penthouse?” asked Emma.

“Yes, It’s one of Gold’s properties. He has a penthouse in all of his buildings.” Said Humbert.

“I should have guessed. That man will do anything for a buck.” Said Emma.

“Let’s go see if we can find our guys.” Said Humbert.

She looked down the hall and then back at Humbert. “Hold on. Maybe you should wait here.” Suggested Emma.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a cop. I’m not. Those kids see a cop coming to the door they might get spooked and start running.” Said Emma.

“I see your point. Alright. I’ll give you 15 minutes. Then I’m coming in.”

She smiled.” Deal. It’s just a bunch of kids having a party right? How bad could it be? “

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As Killian walked up towards Wally’s he noticed Emma’s car off to the side. His blood started to boil again at the thought of those punks threatening her. He walked into the garage door and the chimes went off. “Be right there.” Called a scruffy voice.

Killian looked around the small room. It was dingy and dimly lit. The sounds of banging and machines buzzing could be heard from the other room. Sounded like they were busy.

“Hey, there. Sorry about the wait. What can I do for you?”

Killian turned around to see a round older man, with a balding head and two tufts of white curly hair on the side. “You Wally?” asked Killian.

He laughed.” Nah, I’m Doc. Wally’s been gone for a while now, just kept the name for sentiment. What can I do you for?”

“I’m here to find out about the yellow bug out front.” He said.

“Oh, yeah. Poor girl. Punks out there need to be put in check. It won’t take me long to get the tires changed out. I can have it back later tonight.” Said Doc.

“Yeah, about that. Any chance you rent cars?” asked Killian.

“Uh, yeah. I’ve got one loaner. It’s a the blue Charger, parked by the door.” Said Doc.

He looked out to see the muscle car in the front. “I’d like to rent that from you if you don’t mind.”

Doc scratched his gritty forehead. “Ok, I can do that. You want me to hold onto the bug?”

“Do you think you can keep the car concealed? It might be good to keep her off the streets for a few days.” Explained Killian.

“Okie Dokie. Let’s get you the keys and you can take Old Blue out there.”

“Great, Thanks.” Said Killian.

He hoped that the fact that it was a supped-up muscle car would soften the blow when he told Emma that he’d borrowed it and asked them to hold her car. She had to understand. A yellow bug would stick out like a sore thumb and those punks knew her car. If he couldn’t be with her, he could at least do this.

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Oh, it was bad. She entered the darkened apartment to find half naked college kids, drenched in foam and glitter, dancing all over the place. It was a huge room, probably three times the size of their whole apartment. A DJ was setup at the corner of the room playing loud booming music. The only lights in the room were coming from the huge set of speakers to the right and left of his platform and a big rainbow-colored light ball spinning on the ceiling.

She navigated her way through the sea of bodies looking at the faces she passed trying to find someone coherent to question. Finally, she found a group of kids sitting on funky chairs around a coffee table on the side of the room. As she approached she noticed they weren’t just sitting there, they were taking turns hitting a Hookah. She grabbed an empty red solo cup and pretended to stumble towards an open chair in the circle. One of the boys looked towards her. “Sup Babe? Want a hit?”

She kept her drunken persona up and smiled. “Sup. Anyone seen Al?”

A boy with red hair braided into dred locks spoke out. “Damn, Al always gets the babes.”

The guy holding the hookah pipe slowly blew out smoke. “He’s in the back room with the prince.”

She pretended to stumble again as she stood from the chair. “Thanks.” She said as she walked away. When she was out of sight she dropped her solo cup on the ledge as and moved down the hall towards the back room.

The door was cracked so she peeked in to see what she was dealing with. She scanned the room cautiously looking for danger. The room was virtually quiet in comparison to the wild party happening in the front room. The décor concentrated on purple, gold and black colors. Purple drapes adorned the windows. There were black leather couches around the room with glass and metal end tables between. There was also a very wild pattern of gold, purple and black in the end to end carpet. It was definitely a bachelor pad in her opinion. A brief look around drew her attention to the center of the room. There was a large ornate chandelier over a poker table. There appeared to be a heavy game going on. There was a small group of people sitting around the table and one guy to the side of the game standing behind a small bar making a drink.

“Damn Nav, you win again.” Grumbled one of the guys.

Her ears perked up at the mention of his name. She focused her eyes towards the handsome man collecting the chips. “Must be my lucky day.” He said as stacked the chips in front of him.

This was her guy. She needed to get into this game.

One of the guys at the table stood and pushed in his chair. “This game is too rich for my blood.”

She thought to herself must be my lucky day. She relaxed her body and slowly walked into the room. “Got room for one more?”

All eyes at in the room quickly turned to her and scanned her up and down. The guy from the bar moved forward. “Depends, how’d you get in here?”

“I heard about a hot game from some guys out front. They said to come back to the prince’s room to get in. Are you the prince?” she asked.

His eyebrow raised. “Maybe.” He rubbed his chin. “You got cash?”

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “This enough?”

He laughed. ” For openers. This is a serious game girl.”

Naveen looked her up and down. “Come on Al, let her play. I’m happy to take her money.”

So that was Al. Both of them were in the same room. Al looked at her again. “Alright, have a seat.”

Naveen collected the cards from the table and began to shuffle them. He had quite a routine with his shuffle. Sliding the cards back and forth on the table, mixing them up and sliding them side to side in his hand. He turned to her as he kept up the shuffle. “You new around here? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Um, yeah. I just started taking classes over at the University.”

“Aren’t you a little old to be taking classes?” asked the jerk to her right.

She didn’t dignify him with an answer.

Naveen started dealing the cards around the table. She watched him carefully with each card. She noticed Al standing back at the bar where she’d first seen him. She noticed Al watching the cards as closely as she was. The others at the table were talking and drinking. The guy to her left was in the middle of a heavy make out session with the girl on his lap.

These guys had stacks of cash sitting in front of them and they weren’t even watching the cards. Clearly, they were some kind of trust fund babies or making cash in nefarious ways. Either way they didn’t care about the money they were about to lose.

It didn’t take her long to notice that Al and Naveen had a scam going. These other poor suckers didn’t stand a chance. She sat back quietly watching until he completed the deal. “So, What’s your name?” asked Al who suddenly came back to life.

“Ellie.” She said flatly.

“Ellie, can I get you a drink?” he asked?

She picked up her cards and began thinking of combinations. “Um, sure. You got any scotch?” she asked.

“That’s impressive. Neat or on the rocks?” he asked.

“Neat.” She slid the cards she didn’t want across the table. “3 please.”

She watched him deal her the cards. The others around the table began doing the same. She quickly glanced at her watch. Humbert should be coming in any time now. As jumpy as he was, she was surprised he hadn’t shown his face yet. She’d have to stay in the game until Humbert crashed the party.

Al came up behind her with the drink. “Here you go.”

She held up the drink. “Thanks.”

He smiled. “No problem.” He quickly moved back to his position.

She looked at her cards, she had nothing. She wondered if they dealt her these cards to quickly get rid of her. Given that she clearly didn’t have the funds to keep up. She was going to have to bluff if she was staying in this game. Tweedle dee to her left and Tweedled um to her right wouldn’t be an issue but Naveen, since she knew he was cheating, he was going to make things tough. If she could get rid of those two she could handle Al and Naveen on her own. Where the heck was Humbert already? A thought she never believed would cross her mind.

She continued to play and was doing great. She managed to make it through two quick rounds. Tweedle dum dropped out when his girl started to pass out on his lap. She also managed to pretend she was drinking that scotch one sip at a time, all the while spilling it a little as she went to sit it back on the table. No way she was going to drink anything from this petri dish of an apartment.

She focused on the cards, keeping one eye on Naveen. She had one more guy to get rid of and then she could start questioning these two about the missing girls. Naveen was about to deal again when she heard voices coming from the back of the room. “You lads got room for more?”

She felt a sudden rush go through her body. She turned around and there were two young men standing in the back and her fears were warranted. She recognized one of the guys as part of group who watched her bust Seamus.

“Hey, what’s this bitch doing here?” he shouted.

“Whoa whoa whoa. What’s this about?” said Al.

His eyes went wild as he moved towards her. “She’s the one that got Seamus nabbed by the fuzz yesterday. You’re going to pay for that. ”

She stood slowly and backed up from the table.

“Are you a cop?” asked Naveen.

“She ain’t no cop. She’s just some bounty hunter.” Said the other guy.

The slimy jerk pulled out a switch blade. “What’s say we have some fun with this lass?”

Al was quick to react. “Guys, Guys not in here. You know he doesn’t like his room messed up.”

Naveen stood. “Yeah, you don’t want to do this. You know what happened last time.”

“I’ll pay for the cleaning.” Said Switchblade as he continued towards her.

Her adrenaline was pumping. She slipped her hand around her back to grip the handle of her gun. She hated having to pull it but if it came down to them or her, it was her every time.

“What’s going on in here boys?” asked Humbert.

Switchblade quickly stashed his blade back into his pants, slipping to his friend’s side.

“Ah, nothing officer. Just playing a friendly game of poker.” Said Al.

Humbert looked towards her. She raised her eyebrow and glanced back at the scots in the room.

“Doesn’t look so friendly to me. Is everything alright in here miss?” he asked.

She looked around at the men in the room. “Yeah, we were just finished. These guys were too late.” She moved to the table, grabbed her cash and slipped it into her pocket.

Naveen took her lead and did the same, gathering his money. “Yeah, sorry guys. You should leave. We are done for the night.”

Humbert sat back on his heels, thumb in his belt loop as he watched the Scots. Switchblade grit his teeth and turned on his heels as he pulled on his friend’s coat. “Let’s go. We don’t want any trouble.”

Humbert nodded and watched as they left. He turned and missed seeing the jerk sign that he was going to cut her throat as he left. She let out a deep breath and took her hand off her gun. “Where were you?” she asked.

He smiled. “So you did need me?”

She huffed. “Are you serious? You’re going to rub it in now?” She could feel her phone vibrating in her back pocket. She pulled it to see that it was Killian calling. She could swear he always knew when she was in trouble. “Hey.” She answered.

“Love, I just wanted to let you know I had your car taken care of.”

She let out a soft sigh. “Thank you. Listen I’ve got to take care of something. Can I call you back?”

“You don’t sound well, is everything alright?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m alright. I’ll explain when I see you. I’ll call you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“If you’re done checking in can we get started?” teased Humbert.

She rolled her eyes at his comment.

“Are these the guys?”

She slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Yes.”

Naveen held up his hands. “We didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, what did we do?” asked Al.

“We need to ask you both a few questions about the disappearance of Charlotte and Tiana.” Said Emma.

#cs ff #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones

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oddsnendsfanfics · 6 years ago

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But That Makes You Family

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: I have had this idea floating around for a while, figured why not write it? Plus, I keep hearing the world needs more Animal Kingdom fics.

Catch Up Here

Oceanside, California a little under 3,000 miles from the city Olivia Ealey had called home for the last eight years. As a girl it had been difficult to imagine ever leaving Oceanside, striking out in the world on her own, never in her wildest dreams did she see herself living the slow and steady New England life. Visiting Connecticut as a child Olivia couldn't wait to return back to the sun and surf. Who knew a place with four seasons would be such a save haven.

Cheap drug store sunglasses hid her eyes, she'd picked up the yellow shades somewhere around Toledo, Ohio. They had been serving her well and despite the bright colour they didn't look half bad on her. Head against the window of the truck, she watched as the streets grew familiar and the scenery updated itself from when she had been a girl, riding her favourite purple bike through the same neighbourhood. Back then there had been less stress and even lesser concerns for what was going on in the world around her.

“You still with me?” Deran Cody's familiar and calm voice prodded into her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry I'm such shitty company. I'm still tired from the drive.” Olivia smiled at her acting chauffeur.

“Why did you drive, anyway? Flying would be cheaper and faster.” Deran reasoned turning onto the street of their destination.

Olivia shifted around in her seat, turning away from the window to face her oldest friend. “Because, you don't get to see anything when you fly. Besides, it's summer, and what better way to spend it than a road trip?”

“We clearly have different ideas of fun.” Deran mumbled with a teasing laugh.

“You should try it, I think you'd like it.”

“If I can ever get away from the bar, maybe I'll drive over and visit for a few weeks.” Deran added, flipping the signal light to indicate his turn into the drive way. “Who knows, maybe I'll like it so much I'll never come back?”

“You'd come back, the surfing there is fucking awful.”

An avid surfer, Olivia wasn't thrilled with the waves on the east coast, but they would hold her over until she could return on her visits to California. Deran would take one look at the Atlantic waves and be back in the Pacific before dinner time.

Sitting in the drive way, the truck's engine faded from a soft roar to dead silent, when Deran turned the keys. Olivia hadn't been inside of these gates in nearly five years, the last time she had walked out of the Cody Compound had been a terrifying and liberating moment. Allowing herself to break free from the tiny strings that this family could hold over a person.

“You coming?” Deran glanced over, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Olivia hadn't noticed him open the driver's door, while he continued to sit beside her.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah,” she sniffed hard and nodded.

A vibration coursed through Olivia when she shut the truck door behind her, the heavy door making a louder thud than she felt it needed to. Following Deran around the garage, into the pool area, Olivia took note of the tiny details. The house was the same as she remembered, new curtains and more beer bottles laying around, but it was as if this place never changed. Deran's mother was particular about how she liked things to be around her home, even when she was behind bars at the local lock up.

“Where is everybody?” At the Cody house, there was always somebody around. No matter what, you were never alone and Olivia never forgot that detail.

“Inside.” Deran nodded toward the lavish sliding glass doors.

Growing up three houses down from the Cody house had been an experience. Olivia, like every other Oceanside native, had heard all of the rumors and the gossip. Wild parties, endless drugs and booze, the speculations that surrounded the family and their ... business. It was a free for all and at the helm of the ship Janine “Smurf” Cody. Ruthless, cunning, backstabbing, and terrifying – all while smiling and being the perfect neighbour.

Directly under Smurf, until recently, had always been Barry “Baz” Blackwell. Adopted into the family, he ran the show. Keeping his brothers in line and keeping compliant with Smurf. Next came Andrew or Pope – Olivia was never sure of where that nickname had came from. Trouble through and through, Pope was loyal to his family and had a reputation of being the Cody to stay away from. Olivia had heard that Pope's twin sister, Julia, had passed a few years back, leaving her teenage son in the care of his grandmother and uncles.

After the twins and before Deran came Craig. Craig Cody was something else, deadly good looks, and a lovable dumbass to boot. He tried hard, yet never seemed to get himself clean long enough to live up to his potential. The real source of Olivia's problems since she had hit eighteen.

Olivia had met the youngest son, Deran Cody, on their first day of second grade. The soft and shy, baby of the family had been sat next to her because Miss Rosen felt they could help one another. Over the years the two remained friends, entering high school together, partying, surfing, and getting into general trouble. No matter how hard the law fell on them, Deran never rolled on Olivia.

“J where's Craig?” Deran's voice bellowed through the halls, searching for his brother. “I have something for him.”

The boy, J, in the kitchen remained glued to his seat shrugging in reply. When he bothered to look up from his laptop, his eyes glued to the woman in the kitchen.

“J this is Olivia.” Deran caught the introduction. “Olivia I think you remember J?”

“It's been a while.” Olivia added with a small wave. She had met Josh once or twice, when he was a small child. “You grew up, J.”

“Yeah, I guess that happens. Why do you want Craig?” J ignored the woman in the house. His attention directed to Deran.

Placing three bottles of beer on the counter, Deran slid one to Olivia and one to J, before taking the third. “Because Olivia doesn't have much time for a visit.”

Rolling his eyes, in a true teenage fashion, J took a long drink of the beer and licked his lips. Olivia remembered being that age, she also remembered what it was like being a teenager in the Cody house. Smurf didn't have may rules and it made you believe that you were King, or Queen, of the world at times.

“He's out, had to run an errand. Call him, if you're so desperate to see him.”

Nagging wasn't Deran's style, a single text demanding his older brother come to the house was good enough. Craig was a curious creature, never had curiosity failed to get the best of him; he'd show. Sooner rather than later, too.

Long dark hair, wild as ever, Craig strode into the house in his usual gate – a striding walk that made his size look somehow graceful and like a clunky neanderthal all in one motion. His bright blue eyes were cast down on the screen in his hand, he was grumbling about whatever urgent meeting Deran had called him to. Since his mother had landed in jail, these damn meetings seemed to happen every hour.

“Dude, shut up.” Deran groaned loudly, a beer ready for his brother. Craig would need something stronger later, for now this would do. “Now, be polite and say hello to our guest.”

A double take in Olivia's direction, Craig froze for a fraction of a second. Olivia hadn't been in this house, or anywhere near him really, in years. The last time they had been face to face, she had walked away and told him he wasn't welcome in her life.

"What is she doing here?" Craig skirted cautiously around the woman in the kitchen.

Like a scared cat, he shifted around on the tips of his toes, ready to make his escape if the need arose. Craig was not in the right frame of mind to be dealing with Olivia right now. Talking, hell thinking about Olivia, took a great deal of preparation and mental capacity that he did not possess.

"Craig Cody." Her lips drew into a tormenting smile. "Long time no see, I half expected you to be dead by now."

Craig scoffed, clutching his beer. "Not for your lack of trying, Livvy."

"Alright children." Deran stepped between the stand off taking part. "No bloodshed in the kitchen, Pope is pretty anal about anything that stains."

"How is Andrew?" Olivia turned her attention away from the bastard Craig.

"Pope is...Pope?" Deran shrugged, running his hand through his newly cropped hair. "He hasn't murdered us, yet, I guess you could say he's been in a good place."

Olivia nodded in understanding, the last time she'd talked to Pope was right before he had been carted off to prison. She'd always liked Pope, partly because he was an interesting person and because she had a healthy amount of fear. He was wild and unpredictable, she'd never witnessed it but she'd heard the stories.

“He has to be, now that he has Lena.”

“I heard about that. I'm sorry about Baz.” Olivia's words were a general statement to the room.

Deran muttered a thank you, J ignored her, and Craig took the conversation in another direction. Not wanting to dwell on the depressing aspects of Baz's death.

“Are you going to be around for a while?” Craig's voice was almost cautious. Olivia nodded, commenting how Deran was her ride and she was around until he left. “I uh, I have to shower and make a few calls. We can talk after?”

“Sure.” Olivia knew that the shower was an excuse for Craig to distance himself until he got some control over the situation of her presence. His control coming in the form of several lines going up his nose. His calls to dealers looking for more, perhaps one to his latest fuck buddy to tell her that something had come up and he'd be late.

J ignored the woman that had shook his uncle to the bone, his attention switching between his laptop and phone. Deran tried his best to make light conversation, telling Olivia about his bar and catching her up on this and that from his daily life. They were comfortably chatting about the current surf situation and which day would be the best to hit the waves, when the infamous Pope appeared. His eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Olivia could never get over how well put together he always looked, despite his blank stares and slow, almost predator like movements.

"Olivia." He spoke calmly, a hint of a smile breaking his face.

"Andrew."

"Passing through?"

"Something like that." Olivia nodded, sliding off of the counter top. "Good to see you. Craig told me you've cleaned up. Looking after Lena now."

"Craig says a lot." Pope answered dully.

"He does have a rather big mouth." Olivia chuckled, pulling another beer from the fridge and handing it to Pope.

"Gets him into trouble, sometimes. You have a place to stay?"

"Yep, I'm staying with my mother. Don't worry, you don't need to take care of me." Olivia winked. "Not anymore."

"Alright." Pope nodded, his head bobbing without really moving. "Stay as long as you want, but don't expect me to help cover Craig's murder."

Glancing between his uncle and the strange woman who had showed up a few hours ago, behind Deran; J found the perfect time to speak up. "You and Craig have some debts to settle or something?"

"Huh?" Olivia turned to face J, a smile creeping across her face. "Nah. It's not like that. The first time I ever shot a gun, Deran was teaching me. My aim was a little off and as I pulled the trigger, Craig happened to walk by. Bullet nearly took him out at the knees."

"Yeah that time was an accident. I'm still questioning the night you threw the knife at him." Deran felt the regret boil the second he'd brought that up.

"He deserved that. I told him I was pregnant and he left to hook up with that whore he'd met at the bar.” Olivia's eyes went dark and her nostrils flared. Deran fell silent, his gaze falling to the floor. He remembered that night, vaguely. “Excuse me.” She grabbed another beer from the counter and bee lined for the back patio.

From the kitchen J and Deran watched Olivia pace the smooth stones, one hand running through her hair and the other clutching the brown beer bottle. Deran would cut her off from any more alcohol, as soon as he could, he didn't want to return her a drunk and sobbing mess.

Olivia's head jerked up when one of the glass doors slid open, clean jeans on and a towel around his neck Craig strode out onto the patio. Nine, almost ten years, and they had never had a serious conversation. Craig knew he had a son, Olivia had told him, then she took off for the east coast and if he was lucky she'd send him a text every now and then.

“I don't want to be angry.” Craig's voice floated through the open window into the kitchen. “But we need to talk about a lot of things.”

Reaching over to the window, Pope grabbed the latch and pulled it firmly shut. He'd allow J and Deran to stand around and gawk out the window, however hearing wasn't an option as this wasn't business that needed full family involvement.

“Am I going to have a problem, with her hanging around?” J's gaze went straight out the window to the pool where the mysterious woman sat across from Craig.

“With Olivia? No.” Pope's dry voice did little to ease the newest Cody in charge.

“She's trouble, but not in the same way as most of Craig's hook ups.” Deran added from behind the door of the fridge. “Smurf has you believing that you're calling the shots, but you're best to stay out of business with Olivia. Oh and J, don't tell Smurf she's here. It's not something she needs to know about.”

“For everyone's safety, there are some things that Smurf doesn't need to know.” Pope added to Deran's warning.

Olivia would be gone before the end of the week, no doubt, another pack up and leave without so much as a goodbye. She'd send Deran, possibly Craig, a text from somewhere around the mid-west. When she was far enough away from the Cody's to relax again. Until then the worry about Smurf and the strife she'd bring wasn't what Olivia needed on her mind.

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scrapbookedexpressions · 6 years ago

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Butterflies

After making you all uncomfortable in “my truth”, I want to brighten things up a bit, to remind you that the entirety of this blog is NOT about depression and how I got there. So yes, I want to talk about butterflies. 🦋 something beautiful instead.

I’ve always had a little bit of an infatuation with butterflies. I was always running around catching them as a kid(along with other grosser bugs) I would put them in my little bug cage and study them with a magnifying glass. I liked to study all the patterns, and the powder on their wings. I liked to watch their little straw “tongue” roll in and out as they pick up the nectar of a flower. Kind of like one of those little party horns kids give out at their birthday parties. No two butterflies are the same, and something about that satisfies my soul.

A butterfly spends majority of its life as a caterpillar. They just inch away, dragging themselves along working day in and out trying to grow as big as they can before they age too far. Much like how I feel life has become for me, Working everyday towards a bigger and better life.

They finally grow tired of the work and “shut down” they build themselves a secure home and they don’t come out for weeks. To the outside world it would seem as if they’ve given up on the life they’ve spent their whole life working for. But within the solitude, much to dismay, they’re still working. Constantly. Day in and day out, still growing. The outside world never sees them. They cut themselves from everything around them, and focus on building themselves before they reappear, completely transformed. Because sometimes that’s what it takes to grow. Solitude. Quiet and calm, solitude.

When a they finally reappear to the world, they come back more beautiful than ever. They’ve grown wings to fly. No more dragging fat caterpillar bellies across the ground. Now they get to soar. They finally get to live their best life. The life they’ve worked so hard, their entire lives for.

I love butterflies because I hope to live my own life this way. For now I may be ‘just’ a caterpillar.... but soon enough, I’ll grow my wings, and live the life I am pushing towards.

I took this picture a couple weeks ago because this butterfly was different from the rest. This butterfly wear his life across his wings. You can see every piece missing and every scratch in the fine powder on its wings. He stood out from the rest to me because he just sort of floated through the air(rather than fluttering). There was just a grace about him that I was drawn to. He seems as if he’s lived a hard, yet beautiful life. And I can only hope to be the same way one day.

*****

I always liked butterflies but my obsession with them began about 3 years ago, when I became pregnant with my son.

Short story time.

About 6 months into living on my own in my first apartment, I started a new relationship. This was something brand new, so I wanted to take some precautions. Even though I had been told multiple times by multiple doctors that I had very slim chance of ever becoming a mother, I still went to get birth control. Just to be on the safe side.

After about two weeks of being on the birth control, I started noticing some of the side affects that they warn you about. Swollen breasts, bigger appetite, no more period. Man, this birth control stuff is great! I never thought twice about it. One Sunday changed my mind pretty quick that this wasn’t the birth control doing this to me.

I woke up one July Sunday, and noticed a bunch of butterflies perched on my bedroom window. I sat there awhile and admired them. So pretty, and SO blue. Eventually they all left and I continued on with my morning getting ready for work.

When I left my apartment I was pretty much attacked by butterflies right outside my front door. They were fluttering around my head so fast I’d never seen anything like it. They followed me all the way to my car before they gave up on chasing me. They must have liked the perfume I was wearing.

When I got to work and parked my car, two butterflies immediately landed right on the hood of my car. What’s with all the butterflies today? I didn’t have time to stop to admire so I left them alone and went into work.

When I got to the front counter I saw the biggest most beautiful blue butterfly I’d ever seen, right smack dab in the middle of the window. He stuck around for awhile before he finally floated away.

It was a really nice summer day that day, I thought some fresh air sounded nice so I opened up the garage door in the back of the store. As soon as I pulled the handle to lift the door there was butterflies waiting there that rushed right into the store. They weren’t hurting anything so I figured I’d take care of it and get them all out later.

Those five butterflies that made their way into the store fluttered around me like flies swarm dung. This was starting to get annoying. Just as I went to grab the fly swatter to take care of the problem, they all landed on me before making their own way back out of the garage door. Well that was just weird. I’m never wearing this perfume again.

As my night came to an end I clocked out set the alarm and locked the door behind me. When I turned around to my car the same two butterflies were still sitting on the hood of my car. This is getting strange.

Before I went home I stopped by the store to grab something to make for dinner. Two butterflies almost followed me right into the store,and then waited for me and followed me right back to my car. What is going on here? This is crazy!

I got home and butterflies followed me to my front door of my second story apartment. I just can��t shake them. Where are they coming from? And why are they following me?

I ended my night by eating dinner folding some laundry while drinking a couple glasses of wine. I don’t know about you guys but I’ve never seen a butterfly out past dark until this night.

When I went to bed there was one big blue butterfly floating outside my bedroom window. I layer there admiring all the way until I fell asleep. While I was asleep, I had a dream. One I’ll never forget. I had a dream that I had a baby. A beautiful, curly haired baby boy. We were sitting in the grass playing when a big blue butterfly landed right on his little nose. I instantly woke up. Like one of those sit straight up, out of breath, scared, sweating, like I was waking up from a bad dream kind of thing.i knew right then and there I was pregnant. I threw my birth control in the garbage and left my apartment at 3:48 in the morning. I went to the 24 hour drug store and got a three pack of first response pregnancy tests. ALL of them came back positive. I WAS PREGNANT!

How did this happen while I was on birth control?! I was already pregnant before I even started the pill. I was already almost 9 weeks along! And I wouldn’t have know for weeks if it weren’t for all those butterflies.

I don’t know if it was the butterflies that could sense this, or if it was God sending me a sign, but either way I am grateful.

Never ignore the world when it sends you signals. It’s rarely ever wrong. It was right all the way down to the birthstone for my son, and the butterflies came in pairs when I was finding out I was pregnant with my daughter.

Mother Nature sure does have her way of creating something beautiful out of something so small. 🦋

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lirlovesfic · 7 years ago

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The Choice

A Doctor Who fanfic

Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the estate to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s very existence. Primary characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jackie Tyler. Genres: Romance, mystery, adventure, drama, character study, HN AU, fobbed!Nine, sick TARDIS. Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose Rating: Adult

Warning: None for this chapter

a/n: I am currently working on editing this chapter-by-chapter, with the hopes of completing a chapter a day until I catch up with myself. As I mentioned in a previous post, I’m doing it to try to get back into the swing of writing and to build some momentum in order to finish this. Also, there have been some tiny things nagging at me for a while (grammar, punctuation, etc.) so I’ll be correcting as many of them as I can find as I go. The story will not change. In fact, most of the changes are going to be so minor that I doubt anyone (besides myself) will notice. But to keep me on target, I’ll be posting it all here as I go, with links to the other websites it’s on. I hope you enjoy it.

Last chapter

This chapter: on AO3, on TSP, on ffnet

Chapter Five—London, 8 July 2007

The Doctor turned back to the image of the fob watch on the floor. "This is bad. And when I say it's bad, it's not just a boatload of bad or a planet worth of bad. This is bad with a capital B.A.D.—a galaxy worth of bad with a TARDIS worth of bad on top."

"Y'know, I'm not stupid," Mickey said, "but I don't know what the heck you're talkin' about. What's bad, and what does a watch have to do with it?"

The Doctor sighed and pointed to the watch again. "That, right there, that contains me. The Chameleon Arch not only changes my species but stores my Time Lord consciousness within that watch for safekeeping."

"Well, if you're there," Mickey asked dubiously, "who's that out there in the garage? You said it was you."

"It is… sort of. A human brain can't contain a Time Lord consciousness. It would burn up from the inside out. That person there in the garage is me… but not me. He has none of my memories, none of my abilities, none of my genetics… everything that would make him a Time Lord is gone." He stood up and walked to the monitor. "The TARDIS will have produced an entire backstory, invented an entire life history for me and integrated me in society. That's who I'll remember, that's who I'll think I am, that's who I'll be… not me. Of course that's assuming…" His voice dwindled off.

"Assuming what?" Rose asked in a quiet voice.

He turned to her. She was standing on the other side of the console with her arms crossed in front of her as if she was hugging herself.

He flipped some switches. The console room's lights turned back on, and the hologram of the previous TARDIS console room faded. "That's assuming that the TARDIS was capable of creating an identity for me at that point," he told her. "It's clear that whatever happened to me was a crisis I couldn't handle on my own. That's why the TARDIS took matters into her own hands, so to speak. But we know the TARDIS had also been injured. The Cloister Bell, the mauve lights… not to mention she locked me out. She wouldn't have done that if something catastrophic hadn't happened to her."

"You told me about the Cloister Bell," Mickey said, "but what're the mauve lights about?"

"Mauve is the universal color of emergencies," Rose told him.

"Mauve? Whatever happened to red?"

Rose shook her head. "Later, Mick." She turned the Doctor. "So, if I understand this right, we have an injured TARDIS, and a Time Lord who isn't a Time Lord anymore."

"And can't change back until we get access to the watch," the Doctor said. "And the real question is: what injured both of us?"

"And why did it take the TARDIS so long to send out a distress signal?" Rose asked. "You said the TARDIS was set to arrive on New Year's, which means it arrived while we were still here. Why didn't we get a distress call then, or while we were at the school?"

"She must have been so badly injured she was too weak to send out a signal until now," the Doctor answered.

Mickey shook his head. "I'm still missing something. Why is this such a crisis? You said the TARDIS can heal itself, so why does it need us? Not only that, but we know you eventually got back to normal. I mean, you aren't still stuck as a human. You're right here."

"Time doesn't work that way, particularly for Time Lords," the Doctor told him. "What is happening to him now is happening. Whatever we do here and now will affect that."

"But wouldn't us doing anything to change what happened create a paradox or something?" Rose asked.

"Yes. Or no," he told her. "I don't remember any of this, so I don't know if we are risking changing things or if we were originally part of events. But things are different for Time Lords. It's possible for a Time Lord to make changes in his own timeline without creating a paradox. Not to mention that the TARDIS herself called us back. That more than anything else tells me that she needs us to help." He shook his head. "I need more information. Rose, you told me that you saw photos of me from events I don't remember. I'm going to have to retrace my steps to get more information."

Rose nodded, and then her brow furrowed. "Hang on. You are going to have to retrace your steps? Don't you mean we have to retrace your steps?"

"No," he said. "I want, no, I need you to stay here."

She stared at him in shock. "What? Why?"

"Rose, I am out there alone," he said. "Physically I might be human, I may even think I'm human, but I'm really not. I need someone to watch over me, make sure I don't get in trouble, make sure I don't hurt anyone, make sure I don't get involved in big, historical events, that sort of thing."

"How am I supposed to do that if I can't even let you see me?"

He gritted his teeth and rubbed his forehead vigorously. "I don't see a way around it. You'll have to get to know me. According to Mickey, on some level I remember you. I'll instinctively trust you. That should make things, well perhaps not easy, but easier."

At the look on her face, a look that was a combination of doubt and worry and nervousness, he suddenly remembered the conversation he had had with her after she had met Sarah Jane.

"You just leave us behind…"

And almost immediately after telling her he wouldn't, he had. And on an abandoned spaceship in the future no less.

No wonder she didn't believe him. Particularly because she was at home. She had to believe he wasn't going to come back for her.

"I'm coming back," he promised. "I told you, I'm not leaving you behind. This is just temporary. And I'm leaving you with me." Despite his words, she still looked doubtful. "How can I prove…" he said to himself. He glanced around the room. And spotted Mickey. He grinned. "Mr. Mickey!"

"What?" A suspicious look crossed Mickey's face.

"You'll help me out, won't you?"

"I guess," Mickey answered slowly.

"There, you see!" the Doctor said. He showered them each with a bright smile. "That solves everything!"

They stared at him blankly.

"What do you mean?" Rose asked. "What does it solve?"

"Mickey can come with me, while you can stay here with, well, me," the Doctor told her.

"What?" she asked incredulously.

At the same time Mickey said, "Now wait a minute…"

"This way," the Doctor continued to Rose, cutting off Mickey's objections, "you know I'll be back. Since you know there's no way I'd ever want to travel with Mickey permanently."

"Oi!" Mickey interjected.

"So while you stay here, keeping me from getting into trouble," the Doctor said, "Mickey and I will be trying to figure out how to solve whatever it is that's going on." He flashed her another bright smile. "Besides, Time Machine. I'll be back before you know it. I can be back ten seconds after I've left."

"If you're going to be back in ten seconds," she said, "why do I need to stay?"

"Well…" He took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. He grimaced and yanked on one ear. It was one of his many tells in this body for not wanting to admit something, but it was something he couldn't seem to control. "Just in case I'm late," he said.

Rose stared at him, shaking her head slightly in disbelief. "So when's this all supposed to happen?" she asked.

"As soon as possible," he told her. "Preferably now. No better time than the present, as they say. Now that we know more about what's going on and have a plan of action, the TARDIS should let us take off." He shrugged apologetically. "Sooner we go, sooner we can get back."

Rose nodded. "S'pose I should go… get my stuff."

Troubled by the way the conversation had gone, the Doctor watched her walk out of the room. After she had left, he turned back to the controls, only to see Mickey staring at him incredulously. The younger man opened his mouth to say something, and then abruptly shut it.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

Mickey rolled his eyes. "And you think I'm thick. If you don't know, nothin' I say is gonna change that," he said and followed Rose out of the room.

~oOo~

When Mickey got to Rose's bedroom, she was pulling T-shirts and jeans out of her chest of drawers and tossing them onto the bed.

"Wanna pull my rucksack out of the cupboard for me, Mick?" she asked without turning.

"Is that all you're gonna say?" he asked as he walked across the room. He pulled the bag out and put it on the bed next to her clothes.

"What am I supposed to say?" she asked.

"Uh, I dunno, maybe that he's bein' a stupid twat leavin' you here?"

"And what good would that do?" She opened another drawer and pulled out underclothes and socks. "Besides, he's right. I should stay here."

"You're kiddin', right?"

"No." She crossed to the bed and started to shove the clothes into her rucksack.

"Are you ever gonna stop defending him?" he asked.

"He's got a point. Someone really should be here to make sure he doesn't get in trouble."

"He's been here six months and the planet hasn't blown up yet. What makes now any different?"

Rose didn't answer. Instead she walked into the bathroom. Mickey followed her. From the doorway, he watched as she loaded her makeup into a bright pink toiletries bag.

"C'mon, what makes now any different?"

She ignored him. Once she had finished, she picked up the bag and pushed passed him.

"Rose, talk to me," Mickey urged.

She angrily shoved the bag into the rucksack. "What do you want me to say? That I don't want to stay here? All right, I don't want to stay!" She tried to zip up the pack and the zipper got stuck. "Damn it!" she said as she tried to force it. "It doesn't want to close!"

Mickey gently pushed her away and easily zipped it up. With a heavy sigh, Rose sank down on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands.

"I don't want to stay here," she said again.

"Well, I don't want to go with him."

Rose gasped and finally turned to face him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot about that."

"Y'know, if I don't go with him, maybe he won't make you stay here."

"If he doesn't want me with him, I don't want to be here either, whatever his reasons," she told him. "But he needs someone."

"Sarah Jane said he just wants an entourage to show off to."

Rose shook her head. "She was wrong. 'S more than that. He doesn't just want someone with him. He needs someone with him. He doesn't do well alone."

"Yeah, I've seen how much trouble he gets into when he's with someone. What must happen when he's by himself?"

"Evidently he ends up having to have the TARDIS turn him human."

Mickey began to chuckle. "You realize what this means, don't you? You're supposed to be his carer."

She laughed and bumped his shoulder with hers. "So are you!" she answered. She sighed. "How am I supposed to do this? It's gonna look awfully suspicious if I just start following him around."

"Yeah, you could get arrested as a stalker!" he said, still laughing. "I dunno, Rose. Maybe you could go undercover again, the way you did at the school."

She rolled her eyes. "I really don't think he needs a dinner lady, Mick," she told him. Then she paused thoughtfully. "But you're right. I could go undercover. But not as a dinner lady. Wasn't the garage needing more help in the office?"

"Yeah, they were," he said.

"If I could get a job there, I'd have a way to keep an eye on him without him knowing about it." She laughed ruefully. "Mum would be thrilled to have me back and working at the garage. She's hated me traveling with the Doctor. She even thought the shop was giving me 'airs and graces'."

"Just wait till she finds out that the only reason you're doin' it is to keep an eye on the Doctor," Mickey said. "And not this one either. Maybe I do want to be gone."

She laughed again and then grew serious. "Do you mind staying with him?"

"I have to admit I'm not happy about it," he answered. "But I'll do it. But for you. Not for him."

"Thanks, Mickey."

~oOo~

The Doctor was bent over the controls when he heard Rose and Mickey reenter the console room. "Looks like she'll let us take off now," he told them.

"Then it's time for me to go, yeah?" Rose asked.

He looked up and at the sight of her his hearts squeezed painfully. She had a huge rucksack slung over one shoulder. Not for the first time he regretted the necessity of making her stay. "Looks like you're moving out," he said lightly. "I said ten seconds."

"You also said you might be late," she reminded him. "This is just in case." After an awkward pause she continued. "Well, I guess I'd better go." She made her way out the door, and they followed her out.

Once outside, Mickey gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him for you," he whispered to her.

She pulled him into a tight hug. "Thanks," she whispered back.

As Mickey returned to the TARDIS, Rose turned to the Doctor.

"Ten seconds," he promised.

She bit her lip and nodded and then gave him a forced smile. "Ten seconds. I'm gonna hold you to that."

He smiled back, and they stood there awkwardly for a moment. And then he remembered something.

"Oh, I almost forgot," he said. He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a white cube approximately the side of his fist. He handed it to her.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Instructions. Just in case," he said. "There's a tiny button on the bottom."

As she turned it over to look, the Doctor was suddenly seized by an almost overwhelming desire to kiss her goodbye as Mickey had. He shoved the impulse away from him.

"See you later," he said instead.

She looked up and gave him a small grin. "Not if I see you first."

Knowing if he didn't go soon he wouldn't go at all, he turned and rushed back into the TARDIS. As he crossed to the console, the door closed behind him.

Mickey sat on the jump seat, arms crossed, waiting for him.

"I can't believe you're actually doin' it," he said. "You're leavin' Rose behind." He shook his head in disbelief. "And you used to call me an idiot. Who's the idiot now?"

The Doctor didn't reply. Instead, with a jerk on the controls, he sent them into the Time Vortex.

~oOo~

John wandered the aisles of the tiny Tesco Express on his way home from the garage. The selection was limited, but the shop had the advantage of being just down the street from the garage and he rarely if ever needed anything that they didn't have.

It was still fairly early, not quite half three, but he had finished up the repairs on the Vectra and didn't want to start on another car. Tomorrow would be soon enough. Besides, it was supposed to be his day off, so once he had put his tools away—unlike some of the other stupid apes that worked there—he locked up and headed out. He had stopped by Tesco's on a whim because he had been planning on a takeaway curry for tea rather than anything he could get at the grocer's.

He tossed a few more items in the shopping basket to join the tea and milk already there and made his way back to the front of the shop. Thankfully, there was no queue for a change, and he went directly to the checkout counter. The cashier was someone he knew, a pretty brunette somewhere in her mid-thirties. He gave her a grin as he put the basket on the counter.

"John, two days in a row!" she said, giving him a bright grin back. "That's rare for you."

"Unexpected houseguest, Beth," he told her. "Didn't have anything in she might like."

Beth's smile faltered. "She?" she asked.

"Yeah, little black cat," he told her. "Wandered in yesterday."

Beth's grin returned. "You've got a cat? I should have guessed from the tuna and the sardines."

"No, I don't have a cat," he informed her. "She's not staying."

"If you feed her, you won't be able to get rid of her," Beth warned. "Especially if you feed her this stuff. You know we do have cat food."

He shuddered. "Wouldn't feed that stuff to a barnysnape."

"A barnysnape? Is that something from Harry Potter?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that what I said?" he asked. "A barnysnape?" He shook his head to clear it. "Must be from Harry Potter. Sure sounds like it at least. But I meant to say I wouldn't feed it to a dog."

He paid for his purchases and started towards the door. Then he stopped and turned back. "Beth, I'm looking for a girl," he said.

Beth raised her eyebrows in surprise, an expression that quickly turned into a smirk. "Really?" she asked flirtatiously. "Any specific one?"

"Yeah," he said. "I don't know her name but she's yay high," he held his hand up a little over his shoulder, "long blonde hair, maybe a decade younger than you? Wears hoop earrings?"

She scowled. "No," she said shortly. "I don't know anyone like that."

"Well, if you see someone like that, will you let me know?"

"Not bloody likely," she muttered under her breath. At his expectant expression, she let out a huff of frustration. "Okay, all right," she said.

He gave her a wide grin. "Fantastic."

~oOo~

As the sound of the TARDIS's engines echoed through the neighborhood and slowly faded away, Rose watched as the TARDIS disappeared before her eyes.

It felt so wrong for it to leave without her.

"Ten seconds," she whispered. "You said ten seconds, Doctor. One. Two. Three…"

But after ten seconds it stubbornly stayed gone.

"All right, ten more. One. Two. Three. Four…"

Still gone. She felt a wave of empathy for Sarah Jane. Until this moment she hadn't truly understood what the older woman must have felt when she had been left behind. Even the Doctor sending her away from the Game Station hadn't felt like this.

With a rush Rose wondered if this was a little like what her mother felt whenever the TARDIS left with her aboard, wondering if when the TARDIS disappeared whether it would ever come back.

She waited several more minutes but the TARDIS didn't return, so she shouldered her pack and slowly began the walk back to her mum's flat.

~oOo~

As John crossed the courtyard to his building, in the distance he heard the rough sound of engines. He stopped in his tracks. He frowned. There was something familiar about the sound, something he couldn't place. Before he could identify it, the noise slowly faded away.

"Well, whatever it was," he said to himself, "it sure needs a tune up."

#the choice #nine x rose #ten x rose #ficandchips #fobbed!Nine #revised chapter #slowly working my way through this #it's a lot of work #but I think it's worth it

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