#and my sis that’s a nurse. love her but there was some uncomfortable energy i could feel it

[scarletanpan]

Might be overthinking but its interesting. I’ve only told a v small amt of ppl abt my gender but every time it’s the same response. Bc I start with ‘yeah im nb i think’ and immediately get an excited reaction w vigorous nodding like ‘oh okay! thats fine sometimes ur a girl sometimes ur not’ but then follow up w ‘but honestly i feel more masc. i think i prefer being a guy the most’ and there’s. Always a pause. Like they gotta process and then go ‘oh.. so you. you like being male too?’ nearly the same phrasing every time too wtf is this

[meeko-mar]

I got another little One-shot idea recently…

It’s kind of part wondering what Toga’s gonna do on the loose, other part my usual BakuDeku drabble. 

Happy Leak Day once again, everyone! :D

Content warning for blood and needles and violence! 

I’ve never written Toga before, but I hope I’ve done her well. 

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Late in the night, a single nurse stalked down the hallway. Visiting hours were long since over, and the lockdown the hospital had been placed under made it especially quiet and dismal. The soft squeak of the young man’s tennis shoes drew pause from an orderly behind a desk, and she looked up.

“Oh! I thought you’d gone home!” The orderly remarked, and the young man turned around, scrubs looking a bit disheveled.

“Just one last thing to check and I should be able to sleep,” the man said in an exhausted tone. “I’ll only be a minute.”

The orderly clutched her hands together nervously. It had sounded like the nurse had a bit more of a rasp to his voice than usual, an unfamiliar lilt to his speech. And strangely…The wing he was entering hadn’t even been on his rotation in weeks.

“Ok… And then go home and get some rest.” She said to his back as he continued on his path. He made no acknowledgement of her. “That’s not like him…” she whispered softly.

She noticed, suddenly, the specks of blood smeared in a trail after the nurse, as if a small bit of blood had been smeared to the tip of a shoe. Heart skipping a beat, she hoped she was wrong….as she reached for the after hours emergency phone.

Just in the folds of the nurse’s scrubs, his hand curled around the cold metal of a set of needles. Tennis shoes scuffed softly to a stop as his eyes set on the name plate he’d been searching for.

“Izuku Midoriya”

He smiled with a set of fangs glinting in the darkened hallway.

—

Izuku could sense something was wrong.

The sharp pain in his head roused him from what had been a very light slumber. But in the darkness, the quiet, and amidst all the other tingling and aching sensations of pain, he questioned if the quirk could ever be honed to be less vague.

“…Kac..chan?” He murmured worriedly. He had to let Katsuki know that something didn’t feel right.

The pain blossomed in his head again as the door from the hallway swung open, and suddenly, Izuku was awake. A tall, masculine frame stood in the threshold.

But he knew it wasn’t Katsuki.

…But Katsuki also wasn’t in his bed or his usual seat by Izuku.

Panic began to settle heavily in Izuku’s chest…what was going on?

And with the sedatives in his system, his arms still broken and encased in splints and bandages, he wondered what he could do about it on his own.

The silhouette of the nurse walked to the bed, and the door drew closed behind him, only leaving a sliver of dim hallway light.

“Perfect. I wanted the chance to talk to you alone,” a low strum of a voice sounded from the man. “It’s been so long…Izuku.”

Izuku felt his skin crawl.

“Who are you,” Izuku demanded, in a voice that was breathy from exhaustion. “You’re not one of my regular nurses.”

The nurse placed both hands on Izuku’s bed and leaned over him, eyes seeming to glow brightly from the small light near Izuku’s bed.

“Oh, come on, Izuku. Don’t tell me you don’t know by now…you’ll make me cry!” He crooned, before his expression turned abruptly sour. “Ochako-chan said such mean things already and made me cry. It was horrible.”

Izuku’s mind raced. The mannerisms, the mention of Uraraka. And it hit him.

“Himiko Toga,” he growled, and suddenly found a thick needle pressed to his neck, her other hand planted on the other side of his face.

“That’s much better. Thank you, Izuku-chan.” Toga said, the man’s voice sickly sweet. “You’ve always been so nice.”

“What have you come for?!” Izuku gritted, painfully aware of the needle she was toying with against his bare skin.

“I really wanted to see you when you were still all dirty and bloody! But, there were too many nurses and doctors and all your little friends around you, I couldn’t even get close.” Toga pouted. “But you still took so long to wake up and all I’ve wanted was to ask you, too.”

“Ask me what?” Izuku urged. He didn’t dare give the door a glance, but he was depending on Katsuki. The blonde had never left the room for long, and in the middle of the night with no visitors and nowhere to go outside the wing of the hospital, he could only conclude that he’d be back soon.

Toga smiled a hollow smile.

“I wanted to ask you about Twice. And Mr. Compress. Even Big sis Mag. They all died,” the expression on her disguised face became twisted with anguish. “Did they ever matter to you and other heroes? Did it matter to you that Twice was murdered by a Hero?”

Izuku flinched as the sharp tip of Toga’s needle pressed harder into his skin, just barely short of piercing him.

“I told Ochako-chan about my Quirk. About how I love taking the blood of people I love…Becoming them. Isn’t that nice? I think it’s so thrilling…Getting to know someone, now I can even get to know their Quirk!” Izuku’s face twitched with surprise, at her words just then.

“Get to know our Quirk?” Izuku rasped, speaking softly, careful of his own movement with her imminent threat. “What do you mean by that?” Toga giggled. One yellow, catlike eye stared back at him as the skin of her face bubbled around it.

“It’s just that, Izuku! If I love someone very much, I can even use their Quirk when I become them!” Toga smiled a dark and fangy grin as the rest of her disguise melted away. “I know. Because I already used Ochako-chan’s Quirk! I used it and killed someone who was trying to kill me!”

Izuku suddenly felt ice cold. The twinge in his head returned and he consciously resisted gritting his teeth against the sudden pain.

“I feel closer to them, you know? Like how I feel closer to you, Izuku-chan, and Ochako-chan, when I become you.” She cocked her head, bangs that were usually a bit more straight-kept tilting around her glowing eyes and pink cheeks.

“Are we wrong Izuku? Do you think I’m wrong? Am I bad for wanting the world to like me and my friends like they like your friends? You don’t have to change to be loved…You don’t have to hold back your powers. Why should we? Is that wrong?” Her pleas became more desperate, her body shaking. “Was Twice…wrong too? Tell me, Izuku…”

Izuku cried out softly as she plunged the needle into a thick part of his neck, and she leaned toward him, long stray strands of blonde hair draping down to his green curls. She seemed to turn from sweet and sad to deadly and angry, as blood began to fill the vial on the needle. Her pupils narrowed at him.

But even so, Izuku could not help but notice as he glared up at her, unable to fight back…

Toga had tears in her eyes.

“Did Twice deserve to die??”

Izuku gaped up at her, swallowing the swell of pain from his neck.

“Do you think….I deserve to die, too??” With that, her tears spilled and ran down her cheeks. “Because I want a different life!?” 

“I…” Izuku couldn’t know where to start with that question. The drain of his blood made it so hard to continue to concentrate. “Toga, I–,”

At that moment, a creak from the door, and a clatter sounded behind Toga.

Both gazes turned, and found Katsuki, his hands suddenly empty, two bottles of juice at his feet. Red eyes smoldered dangerously, wide and locked on Himiko Toga. He’d already sunk into a defensive stance, palms up and tiny explosions already popping at his fingertips.

“YOU.” Was Katsuki’s thunderous growl. “Get the Hell out and DIE!!” 

Before Toga could collect herself, Izuku made his move. 

An arc of Black Whip shot out of his mouth, and launched to apprehend his assailant. He’d managed to capture only one arm, as he hurled her into the opposite wall, and flinched as the needle tore out of his skin, still grasped tightly in her other hand.

Not missing his cue, Katsuki leapt at her and pinned her free arm to the wall, his other hand poised, palm open and crackling with orange glow. 

Katsuki looked over his shoulder to check on Izuku, seeing the stream of blood dripping down his neck and beginning to stain the fabric of his shirt. Back to Toga, he saw the needle still in her pinned hand, the same bright red sloshing around in the glass. With a deep rumble in his chest, he bared his teeth.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that, villain,” He seethed, anger glowing in his crimson eyes.

“Katsuki Bakugou. It’s been a while.” Toga drawled in a bemused tone, yellow eyes narrowed at him. “You interrupted us. I won’t forget that.” 

“Kacchan, I can’t hold her for long,” Izuku gasped around the now flickering tendril. His energy was depleting fast despite his struggle to remain in the fight. “If-if I could just get out of this bed…I could be more useful–” He wriggled uncomfortably in his bed, stretching out legs that still felt so weak and useless. It took far too much effort to bend just one of his knees in an effort for leverage without his arms.

“Hey, don’t you fucking dare!! Stay the hell down, Deku!” Katsuki barked over his shoulder just as he saw the flicker of green sparking through Izuku’s hair. His eyes slid back to Toga’s sour expression. “That girl at the desk was actually smart enough to know better and sound the alarm. The guards are gonna be here any second. They can take care of this.”

The sound of heavy footsteps hammered outside their room, and some of the lights came up on command of a distant control panel. Izuku summoned all of his strength to maintain his Quirk until help arrived, but Toga seemed to decide for herself that her game was up. Taking advantage of Izuku’s weakened state, she snapped through Black Whip with another needle in hand and brought it swinging towards Katsuki’s side. 

“Kacchan!!” Izuku yelled weakly, at the exact time Katsuki countered with a small explosion against Toga’s arm. Toga yelped, but didn’t give in, and was able to land her needle into the meat of his forearm instead. Katsuki cursed, the glass vial attached already filling with stolen blood. He snarled, and doubled his efforts and grappled her wrist to keep her there.  

“You took a really bad hit during that battle, didn’t you, ‘Kacchan’?!” Toga laughed, stealing Izuku’s nickname for him. In the same instant, she brought a knee straight up to connect with Katsuki’s stomach just enough to send a piercing jolt through his still-healing wound, both hands immediately loosening enough for Toga to break free. “That’s what I thought!”

“Kacchan!!” Izuku cried again, as Katsuki stumbled against the wall where he’d just had her cornered. His face contorted as pain mixed with rage, and he thrust another barely restrained explosion at her exposed leg as she darted across the room. As the guards ran in to protect the two teenagers, he grit his teeth and instead pressed himself against the wall, out of the way. His Quirk was no good in here anyway, with so much expensive equipment in the way and more importantly, the risk of endangering any other patients in the area with structural or fire damage to the inside of the building, he couldn’t go all out in battle even though he wanted to.

Now completely herself and two vials of blood in tow, she had bolted to the window and punched the glass hard. The shards fell around her in sparkling bits as she withdrew a bleeding arm. Vases, cards and flowers that were gifted to the two boys over the past week, rained onto the floor as she scaled the counter in front of the window sill and she climbed over all the debris, bare feet finally on the threshold.

“Toga, What you’re doing is wrong!” Izuku yelled quickly over the chaos. She paused, curtains billowing around her, staring icily at him. “But I don’t want you to die for it!! So please…Just stop all this!” 

“Deku what the hell,” Katsuki grumbled.

Toga hesitated with a surprised blink at Izuku, before leaping off the ledge and into the night, just out of reach of the guards. A couple of them, no doubt with apt Quirks for the task, pursued, jumping out the open window after her.

“D-Dammit, you guys could have grabbed her,” Katsuki spat, hands held against his stomach. He had healed quite well so far, considering the damage he’d taken, but a direct attack, no matter how weak, was more than a little concerning. He was still seeing stars pop in his vision.

“Kacchan, I’m so sorry, are you okay?!” Izuku cried desperately from his bed, cranking his neck as high as he could to see Katsuki huffing against the wall. The voices of the guards around them continued as the situation was assessed, but Izuku didn’t take any heed of them. 

Two nurses rushed in as well, one to Izuku and one to Katsuki.

“Fuck it, Deku, I’m fine.” Katsuki growled, voice still cracking a bit from the sudden onslaught of pain. “I don’t need any damn help,” He said it even as he allowed the nurse to walk him to his bed. 

Izuku’s gaze was locked on Katsuki as his own nurse applied pressure to his bleeding neck. Katsuki had lain back against his pillows and closed his eyes in a concentrated effort to ride out the pain. Izuku released the tension in his body only when the nurses examination concluded that Katsuki’s wounds would be fine, and no internal bleeding was present. His arm was promptly bandaged. 

Reports were filed with the police and the Heroes closest to them, It was also decided, urgently, that they needed a more secure location to recover. They were moved to a room further in the hospital, in fact, one with thicker, heavily constructed walls and stronger security measures that was more often utilized as a room for lower-level villains to be safely treated for any injuries obtained from scuffles with Heroes before moving on to have their fates decided. Guards with Quirks and without were posted around their room this time, as further precaution. 

A search was also initiated to find the poor nurse who had been used as her unwilling donor. The poor orderly who had raised the alarm and who was the man’s friend, was shaken up and under the care of the police, waiting on any news.

It felt strange to be carted into this new barricaded room, in a wing that looked like it transformed from a normal hospital to almost that of a sterile jail wing. But, considering everything that had happened in the last hour and the harrowing tales of villain activity from outside the walls, the two boys silently resigned themselves to the new, more depressing surroundings. This, unfortunately, was the next logical step if they were to hope to finish recovering safely.

Izuku laid back and stared at the ceiling, distantly observing that it was made of some sort of fortified composite material, contrast to the rather ordinary ceiling tiles from before.

It was almost morning but he’d not slept at all. Everything that had happened was whirring around in his head. Sometimes he would see shadows in the room and fear that it was Toga. Every once and a while, he grit his teeth from the throbbing ache of his neck.

“She won’t be back,” Katsuki muttered, just as restless in his own bed. “This place is on high alert. She’s a stealth type, not a powerhouse. And now she’s injured, too. Stop worrying and get some sleep.” 

“She got both of our blood, though…That’s worry enough, isn’t it?” Izuku whispered, not wanting those outside to know that they were not asleep. Like some sort of twisted version of a sleepover that he never got to have with Katsuki. “What would she end up doing with it…?” Izuku pondered, trying to calculate the villainess’s next plan. As well as how it figured in to the escaped League, and All For One’s plan.

He had to guess–if not just hope– that his Quirk wouldn’t be accessible to her, just as it had acted like a dud when Monoma had tried to copy it. He would ask All Might what he thought in the morning.

Katsuki huffed. 

“Stop trying to figure everything out at once. You’re gonna give yourself a migraine. Or a damn panic attack.” He told Izuku gruffly. Red eyes slid to look at Izuku, his pensive face scrunched in a pout as it often was while Izuku was deep in thought. “Hey. What the heck were you yelling at her about back there?” 

Izuku snapped out of his own thoughts and turned to meet Katsuki’s impatient gaze. 

“Oh? Oh. That.” Izuku sighed. “She…asked me if I thought she deserved to die. If her friends deserved to die.” Izuku’s face scrunched in thought. "Something was off. She was in tears about it. She seemed so broken.”

“Deku.” Katsuki pressed. “I know where this shit is going, you think she wants to be saved, but…” He hesitated, to measure his words, and met Izuku’s green gaze. “We can’t afford to pull our punches with these guys.”

“I know,” Izuku sighed softly, sinking into his pillow and green curls pushing over his cheeks. So much carnage he’d witnessed came to mind. “I’m not planning on letting anyone off the hook for what they’ve done, they’re criminals still, at the end of it all… But I can’t ignore the part of them that’s crying for help.”

“Tch. That’s what drives me insane about you.” Katsuki grumbled. But, he knew, that’s what also made him distinctly ‘Deku’. Crimson eyes, half lidded with exhaustion, traced over Deku’s outline in the dim light once more.

“Sorry, kacchan.” Izuku mumbled, sleep seeming to finally be coming for him. “I know you don’t like it, but…I can’t help…it.”

Katsuki watched until Izuku finally drifted off, and swallowed hard. 

“Yeah…I know you can’t,” he sighed into the quiet of the morning.

—-

Bonus junk:

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Katsuki: Get the Hell out and DIE!

Toga: WTF I LITERALLY WASN’T ASKING YOU

Izuku: Maybe, not the best timing for that line, Kacchan… *deadpan*

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Izuku: *jumps out from his sheets, legs ready to kick some ass with OFA, arms dangling, utterly useless* I’VE HAD WORSE

Katsuki: NO YOU FUCKING HAVEN’T SIT THE FUCK DOWN BEFORE I KILL YOU!!

–

Izuku: Sorry, Kacchan, I can’t help it….

Katsuki: *stares at the ceiling* You are going to be the death of me

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Sometimes when its really slow at work I can let my brain just entertain itself and sometimes I get fanfic ideas out of it. *SHRUG* Hope you liked it! 

Katsuki left for like five minutes to the vending machine down the hall and this is what he gets.

This is something I imagine falls after they initially wake up and have *THE TALK* that we’ve all been waiting for. I imagine him sticking to Izuku like glue, expressly for the purpose of guarding him while his arms recover. 

Edit: Oops, one more note, She mentioned Mr. Compress dying because I think that she might be under that impression in the current time in the manga. He’d probably be treated under lock and key(maybe in the same specialized wing I wrote the boys into at the end?) but it wouldn’t be widely advertised to the public where Toga could hear about his survival. She might, however, know that he pulled a very dangerous sacrificial move, though.

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beyond belief : part eight - s.r

brief summary: returning back home isn’t as easy as you anticipated for a number of reasons, leading to some difficult decisions to be made regarding your wellbeing

word count: 1.6k requested: yes - by a series of people so thank you! warnings: mentions of abuse

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You couldn’t return as if nothing had happened. The thought of opening your door to see everything as it was, to see no sign of harm having occurred wasn’t an option. After all of the things you were forced to endure, the sights you witnessed, you couldn’t go to the place you called home.

Wanda listened as you explained what happened to you inside of that place. She watched flickers of energy spark from your fingertips as you became more vulnerable, afraid of your own voice. 

“I thought I was going to die, Wanda. That after everything, I wouldn’t make it out and be left with traumatic memories of people and places I love.” You told her through tears as you sat on the Quinjet, hidden out of sight from Steve as you headed back home. 

As you departed the Quinjet, you didn’t expect to see a crowd of people waiting for you. Tony stepped forward and held you close, always seeing you as a daughter in his life that he didn’t have. He helped you inside as Carol and Wanda followed. 

Steve stepped forward, but Wanda turned around to face him.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Steve.” Wanda states softly, seeing the disappointment evident in his expression. “She’s just not ready yet, you just need to give her some time, okay?” Wanda watches as Steve forces a sincere smile as you stand between Tony and Bruce, limping back into the compound and straight to the medical bay.

“She’ll come round, Steve.” Bucky stands by his friend's side, watching as you are taken out of sight, leaving Steve to finally lower his head. “What happened in there?” Bucky questions, seeing the pain in Steve’s eyes.

Glancing to Bucky, his gaze said more than words could. “I didn’t know she could be capable of that.” Steve mutters, feeling an arm being draped over him as Bucky leads him inside. 

“We do whatever we have to in the moment.” Bucky reminds Steve, who simply nods. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

*

Your legs dangle out beneath you as you listen to their hushed conversations. “I can still hear you, you know?” You speak up, looking at their concerned glances before they focus back on you. “What? Am I dying?” You raise an eyebrow, not fully processing everything just yet.

Bruce moves aside from Tony, taking the lead with this conversation. “Y/n, we all knew your powers were something else,” He starts and you scoff lightly.

“Could say that again.” You mutter under your breath.

“But the thing is, they’re linked directly to your emotions. If you get angry, the damage you can cause is unknown. If you’re happy, you can do anything. It’s just not stable for you to be here currently.” 

Lifting your head up, your eyes lock with Bruce’s. “So, I’m leaving?” You question coldly, looking over as Tony refuses to meet your gaze. “I was traumatised for days, hell, weeks! And I am being sent away.” Your voice becomes louder as you grip the table, feeling your hands heating up. 

“Y/n,” Tony speaks up, stepping closer to see the metal table becoming red where your hand's rest. “this isn’t to punish you, this is to help you.” He tells you slowly, holding his hand out to you. “We know this environment isn’t going to help your recovery, but we know somewhere that is.” 

“No.” You state. 

Tony is taken aback by your immediate response. “No?” He repeats and you nod. “Y/n, I didn’t mean it as a choice.” His voice becomes stern as he steps over a boundary.

“Tony, don’t,” Bruce warns Tony, seeing you clench your jaw and your hands gripping the table once more. “all we’re suggesting is some help, Y/n. Staying at the compound will only trigger everything for you. There’s a small place in the countryside. Clint owns the land and you can stay there. We can visit, check on you daily if you need us to.” Bruce explains and you keep your eyes on Tony, taking it all in.

“You’re not punishing me?” Your voice is weak, the sense of being abandoned slowly fading away.

“We would never punish you, Y/n.” Tony tells you, feeling his heartbreak at the sight of you seeming so lost, so confused for the girl he knew as one of the strongest people he’s ever met.

Both men watch as you lift your hands to your face, forcefully wiping away stray tears. “I’m just so tired of feeling weak.” You admit, hating to say it aloud. “I just want to feel like me again.” You hold your hands out in front of you, looking at the red glow. “This isn’t me.” 

Bruce nods. “We can help, Y/n. Just, you gotta give us time, and yourself, okay?” 

“Okay.” You weakly respond as you remain seated, noticing the series of notes being taken from your conversation earlier. “Just, just don’t tell Steve.” You add, watching as Tony turns back to face you with his lips parting. “I can’t have him finding out, I, I just can’t.” Your voice trembles at the mere thought of facing Steve just yet.

“Whatever is easier for you, Y/n.” Tony smiles to you before he and Bruce return to checking your samples, going over your brain activity and ensuring you’re not in any serious state of physical damage. 

Whilst it happens, you wish you could be shut down to stop your thoughts plaguing everything. All you can picture is Steve walking toward you, dominating you and not letting you go. The sound of his laughter as you cried, you screamed to make it stop.

Deep down, you knew it wasn’t him. But sadly, that doesn’t make it any easier when it’s a living, talking and breathing version - despite it being computer generated.

“So, when can I leave?” You pipe up, interrupting their conversation.

The pair share a look before Bruce clears his throat. “Tomorrow, first thing or tonight. Depends on what you prefer.” He explains and watches you nod as you slide off the table. 

“No time like the present.” You chuckle with a smile as you walk around the lab, realising this is one of the few places you can be in without breaking down or being thrown back into an uncomfortable environment. “Thank you.” You state as you stand by the window, oblivious to the heartfelt looks you’re being sent. “I do appreciate it, I just, I’m still numb.”

“We understand, Y/n.” Tony tells you. “You have all the time in the world.” 

*

Sitting in the lodge, you grasp a hold of the mug in your hands taking the warmth in. 

It’s been over four months since you left the compound, and things are starting to get easier. Every week you sit and talk about everything, work on separating your powers and emotions which is improving slowly. 

“How about you talk to him?” Wanda suggests, causing you to zone back into the conversation.

The topic of Steve was one that was tiptoed around with caution. Everyone understood what you endured, and when the news was broken to Steve he fell apart. 

No one could stop him from the reams of apologies he sent to you, the letters that he wrote. He felt his heart had been torn out from him, and crushed, manipulated and placed in your hands. He never wanted you to think of him as a monster, even if it wasn’t him who did it, they still had his face. 

“Maybe it’s a bit soon to think about that Wanda,” Tony tries to move on, but you shake your head in response. 

“No, I think Wanda might be right,” You say with a soft voice. “I, I want to go away for a while. But I don’t know if I can knowing he’s still here and I never said goodbye.” You swallow the growing lump in your throat, forcing some tea to ease the irritation. 

“You want to see him?” Bruce questions, picturing the version of Steve they left this morning when they came to visit you.

The version of Steve you know and who he currently is are two very different people. One no one thinks you’d like to face, not yet at least.

“I don’t know if I can see him, per se.” You shuffle in your seat, feeling your stomach tightening in knots. “But, I’m going to need a camera or a phone.” 

*

The door opens and neither of the men take a second glance to know it’s Tony. “I got you something.” Tony interrupts the lingering silence shared between Steve and Bucky as they both nurse their drinks. 

Bucky is the first to look down to see a USB stick in front of Steve. 

“What is it?” He questions, turning to Tony who motions to Steve. “Steve,” Bucky nudges his friend, trying to crack him open as he stares down at his liquor, wishing it could wash everything away. 

Since he found out, nothing but guilt has gnawed away at his brain. When he found Bucky drinking in the middle of the night to ease his nightmares, he joined in. This became a habit, a coping mechanism to deal with the fact that you’re gone, and you might never come back. 

“It’s something Y/n wanted you to have, Cap.” The mention of your name catches Steve’s attention as he takes a hold of the stick before walking out of the room.

Rising to his feet, Bucky watches as Steve slams the door behind him. “What’s on it, Tony?” Bucky uneasily questions, never able to get a clear response from Tony.

“Her goodbye.” 

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Here We Go Again

Part 3 - Angel Eyes

Summary: Before Bucky fled to Romania, he met you. You offered your home to him and fell in love, but he couldn't stay. Now, after waiting for him and thinking you were never going to see him again, he’s back with the Avengers and needs your help.

This is a story based on the music from Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2815

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry for the late update. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please like and comment, and let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

Look into his angel eyes

One look and you’re hypnotized

He’ll take your heart and you must pay the price

Look into his angel eyes

You’ll think you’re in paradise

And one day you’ll find out he wears a disguise

Don’t look too deep into those angel eyes

Oh no no no no

The next morning, you awoke to the smell of coffee, bacon, and something sweet. For a second, you forgot a group of superheroes were staying in your home.

You don’t remember anything from last night except for running up to your room after arguing with Bucky and crying yourself to sleep out of frustration.

You wish all of them would just leave. Maybe you should tell them no, you never wanted a life in the spotlight anyways. It would be easier on you, you wouldn’t have to pack and move your things. You wouldn’t have to deal with the drama and the publicity.

But could you really live on without ever seeing him again?

You sighed, deciding you couldn’t answer that question right now. You got up and looked for something to put on, finding a t-shirt and a pair of leggings. You made your way downstairs and as you walked into the kitchen, everyone said their ‘good mornings’.

“Who cooked?” You asked as you grabbed a mug and poured yourself some coffee.

“It was a team effort,” Natasha said, putting some bacon on her plate.

Everyone seemed to be full of energy this morning, however, there was one person missing. Bucky was nowhere in sight.

You wanted to ask where he was, but felt a sudden wave of nervousness. Did they hear the argument last night? Was he avoiding you? You would understand if he wanted to keep his distance, your emotions got the best of you last night and you just couldn’t hold them in.

It’s not all your fault though. Why couldn’t he just give you a real explication? Was he afraid of something?

Speak of the devil, Bucky walked into the kitchen and kept his back to you as he made himself a plate.

You don’t understand why it’s making you so upset. You’re the one who should feel angry. You’re the one who should be ignoring him. So why do you want him to talk to you? To be close to you?

You sat down at the dining table with a sigh and quietly drank your coffee.

“So Y/n, tell us more about yourself,” Steve said, sitting across from you.

“What do you want to know?” You asked.

“What do you do for a living?”

“Well, before I found out about my powers, I was a nurse. And I now I do some journaling. Just some small articles really,” you explained.

“Why’d you quit being a nurse?” Peter asked.

“Well, I guess I was scared. If people found out about my abilities, they would come and expect me to heal anything and everything, but I had to think about myself too, I can’t let myself absorb too much pain.”

“Can you heal mental disabilities?” Natasha asked.

“I’ve never tried. But I probably couldn’t get rid of the disability fully. I could probably only dull it down for a while.”

You remember Bucky pushing you away. You had offered to try to heal his pain, but he wouldn’t let you. You remember the look in his eyes, he was scared of something.

“Okay, I think that’s enough personal questions for right now,” Clint interrupted, noticing your sudden silence.

“No, I really don’t mind,” you reassured, standing up from your seat to get more cream for your coffee, “it’s actually kind of nice. I’ve never really talked about my abilities so in depth before.”

“Never? Not even with your family?” Steve asked.

“Well, like you discovered last night, my father wants nothing to do with me, and the rest of my family thinks that I’m uncomfortable talking about it, and I don’t see the need to bring it up. But my younger brother and sister both say that I would make a great Avenger. They’re big fans of all of you.”

“They’re right. You’d make a great addition to the team,” Bucky added. You were surprised he said anything. You thought he would start to avoid you.

Not paying attention to what you were doing, you didn’t realize the mug slipping from your hand, then shattering on the floor. Glass shards went in every direction.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked, getting up from her seat and trying to move you away from the glass. You broke away from her and grabbed a broom.

“I’m fine, it’s just a broken cup,” you said, as you started to clean up the mess. Wanda helped with her powers, which basically means she did most of the work.

You let her finish what was on the floor and leaned against the counter. A sharp pain ran up your arm, and you realize you missed a small shard. You held your hand as you cried out in pain. It was if you couldn’t feel your hand anymore, there was only pain. You kept your hand still, fearing that it would worsen. Bucky was at your side in an instant. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bathroom. He quickly grabbed your first-aid kit and treated the cut.

“You need to be more careful,” he said sternly, trying to stop the bleeding with a piece of cloth.

“It’s not like I meant to get hurt, and it’s not even that bad,” you argued. Immediately after, you hissed in pain as he continued to clean the cut. At least you could feel your hand again.

You could feel your heart racing as he tended to you so gently. You wonder if he feels conflicted too.

You’re supposed to be mad at him. You want to be mad at him. So why do you feel bad about what happened last night?

“Does it still hurt?” He asked, gently spreading some neosporin onto the cut.

“A little,” you replied honestly.

Silence fell between the both of you once more. You couldn’t help but let out a sad sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. It just stings a little,” you said, hoping that he would change the subject. “I’m fine, really.”

“You’re not a good liar.” He smiled as he spoke. He finished by placing a bandage onto the cut and gently rubbing the edges down.

“Either that, or you’re just really perceptive,” you said.

“That is one of my specialties.”

You stayed silent, waiting for him to let go of your hand.

“Doll, I never meant to-”

“Please stop calling me that,” you begged.

He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t identify. His eyes screamed for your forgiveness. After a moment, he nodded slowly and let go of your hand.

“I’m sorry about last night. I was ignorant, and you’re right, I need to give you a real apology,” he said. You waited for him to continue patiently.

“I should have been honest and said how I really felt, it’s just that being around you is really difficult. I know your mad at me and I know that-

A knock on the door stopped him.

“Miss Y/n?” It was Peter. You opened the door and gave him a confused look.

“What’s up, Peter?”

“You’re getting a call from your laptop in the kitchen.”

“What?” You ran down the stairs and looked at your laptop. It was your sister trying to Skype you.

“Oh god, um, okay. I need everyone to be quiet. Like you’re not even here,” you said hastily. Everyone agreed.

Taking a deep breath, you answered the call. You sisters smiling face lit up the screen.

“Hey Y/n! What took you so long to answer?” She asked.

“I was a bit busy. Is there a reason you called?” You asked, a smile coming to your face as you watched your younger brother walk across the screen in the background making funny faces.

“Yeah, I wanted to tell you what happened in school yesterday. So I was in gym, right? And we were watching one of those stupid Captain America videos, you know the one that talk about fitness or whatever…”

You glanced up at Steve to see him looking quite embarrassed as the others hold in laughter.

“And then Blake turns to me and asks me to homecoming, like what’s his problem. He knows I hate going to school dances.”

“Right, of course. He’s crazy obviously,” you said sarcastically.

“I know right! I mean come on, we’ve been dating for like, a month and he doesn’t know that?”

“Well, you know sis, guys can’t read minds. So maybe just tell him how you feel.”

“But the fact he asked me during gym, while we were watching Captain America talk about how he got some stupid super strength!”

If only she knew who was listening right now.

“Listen sis, I understand that your upset, but just talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand,” you tried to reason.

“I don’t even know if I want him to understand. Maybe I’ll just break up with him.”

“I think you should give him a chance, sis.”

“Maybe, he did help me get over my celebrity crush on Spider-man. Or at least that’s what he thinks.”

“Right,” you laughed awkwardly.

“So is there anything new with you?”

“Nope, nothing.”

“Are you having any luck finding that guy you saved?”

You told your family what happened, but you never said it was Bucky. Your mother would flip if she knew that a run away assassin was in your home.

“Why do you think I want to find him?” You questioned. You were now fully aware that he was standing less than ten feet away from you.

“Don’t you?”

You didn’t reply.

“I know you still want to help him, it’s your nurse instincts.”

She’s right, of course. You’ve always wanted to help people. That’s why you became a nurse, that’s why you helped Bucky, but should that be enough of a reason for you?

Sometimes when I’m lonely I sit and think about him

And it hurts to remember all the good times

When I thought I could never live without him

And I wonder does it have to be the same

Every time when I see him, will it bring back all the pain?

Ah–ha–ha, how can I forget that name?

“Maybe you’re right, sis.”

“So where do you think he went?”

”I don’t know, I would need to do some more digging. Anyways, how’s mom?”

After a few minutes, your sister finally said goodbye, and you closed your laptop.

“Sorry about that guys, I didn’t know she would call.”

“You two must be close,” Clint said.

“As close as sisters can be, I guess,” you laughed.

“Listen, while we’re all in the same room, I would like to know a few things about this recruitment thing,” you addressed, gesturing for everyone to sit at the table.

“Name it,” Tony said.

“Where would I be living?” You asked.

“You can live at the compound or in an apartment, wherever you want,” Steve answered.

“Okay, what about my stuff? My furniture?”

“We can arrange for everything to be taken to your new place,” Natasha added.

“Or Tony can buy all new stuff for you,” Clint joked.

“There’s no rush either. You can take as long as you need,” Steve said.

You looked to Bucky. He was waiting for your answer, his eyes begging for you to say yes.

“And once Sam is recovered we’ll head back to the compound and we would let you decide where you want to stay,” Natasha said.

“Oh, I should probably go check on him.” You said.

“Do you have any other questions?” Steve asked.

“I guess not, it seems like everything would be taken care of. But… I still need time to decide.”

“That’s totally fine, take your time,” Natasha added.

You nodded, then stood from the table and made your way to the guest room where Sam was resting, Bucky and Steve following.

You checked the scars to make sure they healed correctly, the two super soldiers watching intensely.

“He’s in great condition. He should wake up soon,” you assured them.

“That’s good to hear,” Steve sighed.

“So, are the three of you close?” You asked.

“Sam helped me when the Avengers split up, and he helped me bring Bucky back,” Steve said, patting Bucky on the shoulder, who smiled back at him.

Bucky talked about Steve a lot back then. Always trying to remember old memories with him. You suggested writing everything he could remember down in a notebook. Every time he remembered something he would look so pleased with himself. Even if it was just a simple name.

“You okay, doll?” Bucky asked. You looked up at him and smiled.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Hey, Miss Y/n?” Peter interrupted, peaking around the doorframe.

“Yes, Peter?” You said.

“Could we watch a movie downstairs?”

“You don’t have to ask,” you said, laughing as you pulled the blanket over Sam. “In fact, I’ll join you.”

As you left the room, you could feel Bucky's eyes glued to you. You looked back at him and he looked away.

“Bucky,” you said, getting his attention.

He snapped his head towards you, shocked that you didn’t call him by his real name.

“Yeah?”

“We can continue our conversation later if you’d like.”

“Yeah… sounds great doll,” he said smiling.

You smiled back and left the room, joining Peter, Clint, Natasha, and Wanda downstairs.

Look into his angel eyes

One look and you’re hypnotized

He’ll take your heart and you must pay the price

Look into his angel eyes

You’ll think you’re in paradise

And one day you’ll find out he wears a disguise

Don’t look too deep into those angel eyes

“Okay, as much as I love binge watching movies and skipping lunch, I’m gonna get something to eat,” you said.

“Oh, we’ll join you,” Wanda said, gesturing to Natasha and herself.

“Great!” You lead them upstairs and made the three of you sandwiches for lunch, then lead them up to your bedroom.

“Wow, you’ve got a lot of books in here,” Wanda said, admiring your many shelves that took up most of the space.

“Yeah, when I started living alone I had nothing to do, so I would just read everything I could get my hands on,” you explained.

“How long have you lived alone?” Natasha asked, taking a seat at your desk and taking a bite of her sandwich.

“For almost six years,” you said.

“It’s must be lonely, living all alone for so long,” Wanda said.

“A little, I guess, but I’ve gotten used to it.”

“So, what’s your history with Bucky?” Natasha asked.

“I helped him after the D.C. stuff. He needed a place to stay until he figured out where to go.”

“And what about the history of your relationship?” A smirk made its way to Natasha’s face.

“I…” You didn’t know what to say. You and Bucky were never a couple, but there was definitely feelings there.

“Listen Y/n, we’ve only been here for a day and a half and everyone can see the chemistry between you two,” Wanda mentioned.

“You can’t keep your eyes off each other,” Natasha added.

“What made you decide to help him in the first place?” Wanda asked.

You thought back to when you found him. It was almost midnight and you almost hit him with your car. He looked like an absolute mess.

“His eyes,” you said softly, “The look in his eyes showed how scared he was. I could see that he didn’t want to hurt anyone, so I helped him.”

“He must have been hesitant at first, right?” Natasha asked.

“He was, but I think he was so exhausted and confused that he just took a chance and trusted me.”

“Was he the Winter Soldier, or Bucky when he was with you?”

“He was always Bucky, and he was just trying to find himself. I think he trusted me so quickly because I couldn’t turn him into the Winter Soldier.”

“You don’t know the words,” Natasha acknowledged. You nodded.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Wanda started, shifting closer to you with a curious look, “what exactly made you start to like him?”

He was captivating. Everything about him drew you in and kept its hold on you. From his eyes, to the way he moved. Even his metal arm had you hypnotized.

“Everything,” you stated.

‘Crazy ‘bout his angel eyes

Angel eyes

He took my heart now I must pay the price

Look into his angel eyes

You’ll think you’re in paradise

And one day you’ll find out he wears a disguise

Don’t look too deep into those angel eyes

Oh no no no no

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Whatever It Takes-Part 8

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC) 

Beta’d by @kittenofdoomage  (Someday I will beat you at Words With Friends)

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“It’s only a damn date!” I keep telling myself in an effort to not break down completely from the stress of it all. The entire contents of my closet had puked their way onto my bed, and I couldn’t find anything.  This was not going well, and I was getting frazzled.

When my cell rang I had to run in from the depths of my closet to answer it, and I sounded out of breath.”Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s Terri. Are you okay? Why do you sound so out of breath?”

I grinned at the phone.  It is so like my big sis to check up on me. “Dean’s taking me on our first date tonight, and I want it to be perfect.”

“Is he now?” Terri said in an amused voice.  “Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?”

“Shut it.  As untraditional as this is, we are trying to make this work, so be supportive.”

“Have you picked out an outfit to wear?” She questioned.

I snorted at the pile of clothes spread all over my room and hung my head. “No….not really. Can you come help?”

“Now you’re speaking my language, girl! If I can help move this bizarre love train along the track, I’m on it. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Ter. I knew I could count on you.”

Terri arrived and immediately set to work cleaning up the mess on my bed.  “So show me what you have so far.  This place is a mess.  How can you still be as sloppy as you were when you were twelve?”

“I’m stressed, T.  I hate every piece of clothing I own, and I don’t have the energy to go shopping.  Dean said to wear something “nice”. What does that mean exactly?” My voice was edging higher with panic.

“Relax. Breathe. We got this. You want to look pretty but not like your trying to hard. So where are you going anyway?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t even know.  He didn’t say.”

“I gotta admit, Y/N, as much as I was prepared to hate him just on principle, that boy is clearly crazy about you.  Seal the deal now before he realizes just how high maintenance you are.”  

“Bitch,” I said half-heartedly, but I was smiling.

My sister laughed as she disappeared into my closet.  Then I heard her rummaging around for a bit. “I found it!” She said a moment later.

Terri walked out with a blue silk shirt dress that I completely forgot I owned.  “This will do nicely.” She commented.

I gave it an appraising glance. “Are you sure?”

Rolling her eyes, Terri handed me the dress. “Yes, I’m sure. The color is a good one for you, the silk makes it a little fancy, and most important, it opens in the front for easy access.”

“I think I bought matching shoes for this.  Lemme look.”  I marched into my closet and pulled a white shoebox from the top shelf. A cascade of boxes and purses came raining down on my head and I swore.

Handing the box to Terri, I sat down on my bed and rubbed the top of my head. “Just for the record, Dean and I don’t spend every minute having sex.  We do talk.”

“Oh I’m sure you do,” she told me as she picked out my jewelry. “But when Dean sees you, he’s gonna be thinking with his downstairs Alpha brain. Less talk, more action.”

It was almost seven, and I waited anxiously for Dean’s arrival. Terri had left an hour ago, saying her work here was done and she expected some details later as payback.

As soon as I heard the knock, I was on my feet in an instant, practically running to the door.  “You look…...wow,” Dean exclaimed immediately as soon as he saw me.  He looked gorgeous in a tan jacket and dark slacks, and when our eyes met, I felt the sizzle of his hot gaze down to my toes.  “These are for you,” he said as he handed me a bouquet of wildflowers.

“They are beautiful.” I sniffed the delicate blooms appreciatively, “These are my favorite! How did you know?”

“They smelled like you.”

My cheeks colored at his comment. “Let me just put these in some water.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, and I was suddenly worried that every conversation was now going to revolve around my health.  I’d been down this road before.

“This is only our first date, big boy. I think the health questions come later,” I replied with a smirk.

“I’m being serious, Y/N,” Dean said quietly.

My smile faded, and I sighed deeply. “I’m okay at the moment. Whatever they gave me in the hospital seems to have stopped my heat for now.  So how did things go with Sam?” I asked, eager to change the subject.

“Surprisingly good.  He can’t wait to meet you.” Dean looked at his watch. “Hey, we need to go or we’re gonna miss our reservation.”

“We have reservations? You really brought your A game didn’t you?”

The cocky smile he gave me reminded me of the first night we’d met.  “When it comes to you, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The restaurant Dean picked was a little Italian place that smelled amazing.  Within a few minutes, we were seated in a cozy alcove and the waiter had brought us both glasses of a heady red wine.  I laughed out loud at something Dean said, the conversation flowing naturally and easy between us as we perused our menus.

I happened to glance up from my menu and I noticed Dean’s eyes on me. His expression was soft and warm.  “What?” I asked with a smile.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this with you since I met you,” he told me, an adorably bashful grin on his face.

“This?” I questioned, mirroring his smile.

“Going on a date, doing normal couple stuff.” Dean paused, his eyes darkening, darting around the room before focusing on me. “I want everyone to know your mine.”

As I started into his handsome face, I could feel my heart beat a little faster. I licked my lips deliberately, eyes on him the whole time.  “Buy me dinner first, Alpha, and I’ll show you later how much I’m yours.”

Dean groaned softly, reaching out to take my hand as he scolded me playfully. “You need to stop that, Omega, or we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“But I’m very hungry.”  I knew I was pushing my luck, but I was in a teasing mood.

“So am I. And we’re eating,” he said firmly, squirming a bit in his seat - I couldn’t hide my grin at the effect I knew I was having on him but before I could take the game any further, the waiter returned to our table with a basket of complimentary bread and pulled out his notepad.

We gave our order and Dean quickly took the opportunity to change the subject, aiming for more traditional “first date” questions, keeping the topic away from the things we already knew about each other. It kept going throughout the meal and I was pleasantly surprised that he was such an interesting and intelligent man.

It dispelled any notion that he was just a dumb caveman Alpha with only one thing on his mind.

I sat back in the booth, dropping my fork onto my plate. “I can’t eat another bite.  I’m stuffed.”

Dean chuckled, running a last crust of the bread around his plate, collecting his steak sauce. “So no dessert then?”

I shook my head with a fond smile, watching him pop the last morsel between his plump lips and it prompting an unbidden groan.  “If I eat dessert you won’t be getting any tonight,” I warned.

“What about to go?” he suggested. “You really gotta try the fudge cake here.” Dropping his voice and leaning in, a lewd smile spread over his lips. “We could always eat it in bed later.”

The thought of Dean feeding me cake in bed was kind of a turn on, to be honest. but I knew we wouldn’t be eating in bed. But the thought of missing out on that fudge cake…

Two foil swans later, we were about to leave, just as another couple was being seated next to us. The woman stared at Dean, catching my attention with her intense look and I frowned, just as Dean noticed her and his face drained of color.

The woman said something to her companion and walked over to us. “Dean?” she purred, reaching out to touch his arm.  He jerked it away as though her touch burned.

“Hey, Lisa,” he said in a tight voice.

“I was wondering what happened to you. They wouldn’t tell me anything when I called. Just that you left. I’ve missed you.”  Dean looked so uncomfortable, like a trapped animal. I was confused for a moment. Who was she?

“Dean?” I asked tentatively.  His eyes came up to meet mine, and they were filled with such pain.  And then it hit me who she was. This woman…..this Lisa, was one of Dean’s Omega clients from Alpha4.

“He’s retired,” I snapped angrily. “Just leave us alone, please.”

“But I need….” she began to say in a desperate voice.  Oh, I knew what she needed.

And just like that, our perfect first date was ruined as reality reared its ugly head.  “Come, on. We’re leaving.”I told Dean as I turned my back on that Omega who could have been me and walked away head held high as the tears began to flow.

Part 9

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Shadowhunters au: chapter two

Ooooooh my goooosh here it is finally it’s late at night so sorry for any mistakes i’ll fix them tomorrow

I hope you’ll enjoy this crap

***

It surely wasn’t their most glorious runaway. To be honest - they just qucikly exited through the door that led them out, leaving terrified blonde boy in a club.

Streets were very quiet, it was a middle of the night, after all. Only a few cars passed a group of wounded, tired teenagers. They were heading back to Institute by foot, even though it wasn’t that close. They felt safer this way: nobody could stop them and ask uncomfortable questions. Besides, they needed fresh air after this incident.

This time wasn’t very different from the other moments when they were heading back home from mission. Nya and Kai talked about the fight, Cole and Jay were arguing about something, Zane was walking first with his head in the clouds… They just all acted more quiet. They faced only one demon and still he managed to give them some wounds. They had a big preponderance after all, but because of this strange boy they absolutely lost control over this combat. Nya blamed herself for that. She had to cover up her brother and Cole, she stood between them and the monster, and if only she hadn’t been shocked so much to take a step back they wouldn’t even get touched but this creature…

Girl sighed. She failed and now felt like if she was the worst, but she had to remind herself that now this event was in the past. The next time she will do better for sure.

“Here you go.” Nya finally ended bandaging her brother’s arm. She sent him a big smile. “Don’t worry, it’s not so bad.”

“But what’s with your dress?” Kai looked at girl’s scattered cloth - she used a fragment of it for a patch. “Mum wouldn’t be happy if she saw this.”

“Who said she will see this? I have-”

“Dear Angel, Jay, I’m fine! You’ll do your work when we’ll be back home!” Cole yelled with a frustration, interupting Nya’s explanation.

Siblings looked behind them - Jay tried to draw a healing mark on Cole. He surely needed it, because demon’s claws made a deep cut at his chest. His own marks protected him from the lose of blood for now. However, Jay didn’t wanted to give up.

“If you’re fine, then I’m queen of Britain!” Jay answered with a cracking voice. “Just stay still for a moment, you stubborn…”

“I don’t need your help, blueberry!” Cole seemed really irritated, which was pretty rare for him. “You think that you are so special because you quickly learned how to use marks and now you want to show everyone your incredible skills? For now, you are just pain in the ass.”

‘Well, it was rare before Jay joined the team.’ Nya corrected her own toughts and shook her head with disapporval.

“Oh my God, yes! Maybe this is it! Maybe I just lack attention! Thank you!” Jay muttered under his breath. “Right now, I just don’t want you dead, but I’m slowly starting to change my mind about it.”

“I won’t die from it, it’s just a scratch!”

“Scratch?! You’ll have a scar through all of your chest!”

“Well, I had worse wounds, you patetic nurse.”

“And you know what I think about it? I think that it means that you just go into every battle like a moron and…”

“Can’t they get of each other’s throats for a moment?” Nya rolled her eyes. She liked both of the boys, but their fights started to get on her nerves lately.

“As some say, squabbels are the way of life, sis.” Kai answered with a smirk.

She looked around - Zane left them behind, he was one street ahead them. Even though, it was so quiet in this neighbuorhood, that they could’ve heard all of his cold words.

“We are here, so it would be nice if you two stopped arguing for a moment!” Blonde, tall boy didn’t even granted the others a look before entracing the gates of the old church.

“Yeah, Wu won’t be very happy when he’ll hear your cute yelling at 3 in the morning. What am I saying, he will be furious!” Nya started running towards the Institute with a wide smile on her face. “But if you really want to test him this much..!”

“Okay, I’d rather believe her.” She overheard Jay’s nervous giggle.

She came into the old building and finally felt like home. She walked towards a small elevator in the right corner of the main nave, right behind the altar, and then she rode to the third floor.

Wu was already there, with a cup of his famous, refreshing tea. He granted it to the young female, and then led her to the library.

“Zane just came.” Old teacher said when they were crossing the halls. “He looked… troubled, and so do you. Did something unexpected happened?”

“A little. Kai and Cole are wounded. But we traced something that might intetest you.”

After a moment they heard loud talks that could only mean one thing - boys catched up after her and also arrived at Institute.

“So I guess it will be a long night.” Their teacher sighed.

***

Lloyd tried his best to forget about this whole night.

He tried was doing parkour with Nelson, he read as many comics as he could, he learnt to the moment when he started falling asleep, he even helped his mother with house chores. All this to somehow erease a memory of this strange monster and bleeding teenagers.

He still couldn’t believe they just left him without any word. They should tell him something, explain what happened… But, instead, they ran away like cowards. Lloyd had to use all of his strength to move from the saff room and stop looking at the floor covered in a slick, black blood. After this, he found Brad and took his protesting friend out of the club. Anytime he tried to bring up a topic of ‘Pandemonium’, Lloyd ignored him or came up with another activity.

He didn’t wanted his only friends (or even worse - his mother!) to think that he became crazy.

“I’m back, mum!” Boy yelled when he entered their flat.

It was in one of scuffy tenament houses, but he really liked it. It had an atmosphere, as some would say - old sofa, armchairs and shelves bought in antique shop gave the feeling like if the time has stopped 100 years ago, books where laying everywhere around, on the walls there were hanging many undetailed drawings and messy notes.

Misako could be only a tourist guide, but history was surely her passion.

“Oh, hi. I returned five minutes ago, I swear.” His mother was already standing in little kitchen, against an open fridge. He walked to her and gave her a quick kiss on a cheek, and then sat at the table to do his homework. “Those guests today were so interested…”

“It’s okay, mum. You don’t have to make excuses for me.” Lloyd sent her a big smile.

“I know, I know. I’m just bad at myself that I haven’t tought about our dinner…” She took a milk and eggs from the fridge. “Pancakes?”

“Pancakes sound awesome.”

They spent nearly three hours talking and doing Lloyd’s math exercises. When they were going to turn on the TV and watch some dumb cartoons together, Misako’s phone started ringing. Woman took it and silently listened to the person on the other side, nodded and hung up. She looked at her son; he noticed how worried she seemed.

“I’m sorry Lloyd, but Ronin really needs my help in his shop. We’ll watch something when I’ll be back home, okay?” She hugged him tightly and then nearly ran through the door. “I love you!”

“Uh… yeah. Love you too, mum.” Lloyd sighed sadly and slowly walked towards his little room. It appeared to be just another evening in his life - he spent some time with his mother, she had to do something important the moment when he gained enough courage to tell her about this monster he saw, and for the rest of his free time he was going to read comics. Truly amazing.

He lied on his bed and started staring blankly at the other wall, but then he saw that someone sent him a message. He grabbed his phone and frowned. On the screen, there was a photo of Brad and Nelson, laughing and holding three tickets. The text under it said: 'Leave your house finally you nerd, we’re waiting for you downstairs and you won’t believe what we’ve got! >:3"

He felt a little bad, disobeying the main rule in his family: don’t leave home without any word. Still, he wrote his mother a note and left it on a table, so she would know where he went. In the end, they had telephones, right? Ignoring strange feeling in his stomach, boy went to see what his friends planned for him this time. It surely wasn’t going to be something ordinary. As always.

When he finally got all things that would be useful (like phone, a bottle of water or a first aid kit) he came down and Brad waved three scraps of paper right in front of his face.

“Three tickets for The Royal Blacksmiths concert?! How-” Lloyd gave his friends a concerned look. “Tell me you two didn’t steal it.”

“I’m clean! It was Brad!” Nelson yelled at the top of his lungs. His arm was broken again.

“I didn’t stole it, idiots,” Brad grinned. “I’m just using my family connections.”

“Okay, so this time nothing illegal.” Lloyd felt very relieved after this words.

“So, what are we waiting for?!” Nelson seemed so excited that both boys couldn’t help but smile. Even though this guy had a bad luck, he still managed to somehow stay happy and full of energy. “Let’s go!”

This evening was sure going to be fun.

***

Not everyone was thinking about this concert the same way as Lloyd, Brad and Nelson. To be absolutely honest, Cole was quite furious that he decided to go and see The Royal Blacksmiths.

He mostly didn’t took any decision on an impulse, but this time… When he saw that his father and his band are coming back after a long tour, he knew he had to meet him. Cole ran away from his house nearly five years ago - and since then, he never seen Lou again. The only member of boy’s family was traveling around the world, singing and dancing, but in reality he was just trying to forget what happened to his wife. Cole didn’t wanted to admit it, but he still held some grudge inside him. Why his father couldn’t be normal and stay with him? Why couldn’t he help him in this tough time?

In reality, it wasn’t Cole who left. It was Lou.

Anyways, he told everyone that he needs to go somewhere. Of course, they had to follow him - they were all very curious what made Cole, calm and rational guy, to suddenly come out of Institute to do something that wasn’t connected with haunting demons.

After a while of being just irritated with their company, he started feeling thankful that they were with him now. Their appereance made it look like if it was just another mission.

And Jay was, as always, rambling as fast as lightning.

“Your father is a leader of The Royal Blacksmiths? Wow, Cole, you sure are one hell of a mistery-”

“Slow down, motor mouth, slow down.” Cole shook his head. “This way I won’t understand a thing.”

Actually, he heard him perfectly - messing with Jay was just his way to cover up a stress. For now it worked.

“Like, this is so crazy, man! Why haven’t you told me? And,” Jay gasped dramatically when he realised something. “Why I never heard you sing?”

Cole didn’t answer, he only started walking faster.

“Jay, this topic isn’t really easy for Cole.” He could’ve heard Zane’s quiet words. “I guess it would be better it you would stop for a moment.”

“Oh- Yeah, yeah. I mean, this is just exciting, so-”

“Shut up!” Kai yelled. “It is such a peaceful evening, don’t ruin it for everyone in this town.”

“Kai, we are living in New York, he can’t destroy everyone’s evening, there are way too many people.” Nya interrupted her brother with a sleazy smile.

“That’s not the point!” Kai threw his hands into the air. “Just…”

“Everything’s okay?” Zane finally catched up to Cole.

“Yes, I guess so.” Cole mumbled under his breath.

“I know it must be hard, but remember that you have us.” His parabatai patted him on his back. “Maybe we are not a big help right now, but… We are with you.”

“Thanks.” Cole smiled blankly. After this little talk he really started feeling better.

He had to clear up the atmosphere between him and his father. To this moment, he was afraid that Lou would be mad at him or that he wouldn’t want to talk at all, but now Cole realised that he didn’t needed his father so much. He gained a new family. It was a strange slice of different people - an old teacher, siblings with fiery personalities, cold and calculative guy out of nowhere, enthusiastic boy from a junkyard, and him. Still, they all somehow fit togheter.

What could have gone wrong as long as they had each other?

***

Lloyd really enjoyed this concert, even tough it wasn’t his favourite kind of music. He liked spending time with his friends in any form - for a long time he had no one, so he felt that he shouldn’t be really picky when it came to this subject.

Everything started getting complicated when he spotted a group of familiar teenagers in a crowd.

“I’m… I’m going to toilet! I’ll be right back!” He yelled towards jumping Nelson and Brad and suddenly felt guilty. He wasn’t a good liar at all.

“What?!” Brad probably didn’t heard him.

“Okay, okay, go!” Nelson answered for both of them, trying to scream over the loud music and excited fans.

Lloyd walked towards the monster hunters (that’s how he called them in his head) and followed them when they came beside a stage, between the trees of a nearby park.

“I can’t do it, I can’t! What in the name of Angel was I thinking about?! They won’t even let me close to him, so it’s absolutely pointless!” He overheard a deep, nervous voice rambling.

“I think that it’s still worth a try.” A female voice answered.

“Yeah, there might be no more chances-” Somebody else said in a tone that was kinda similiar to the one before.

“You’re probably not helping!” One of the boys yelled in a high pitched voice. “Is he helping? I think he is not.”

“He is not.”

“See?!”

Lloyd was slowly getting closer to them. He tried to make no sound and remain unseen. His heart was beating like crazy.

“Hey, if you don’t want to do this, we can go back to Institute.” A new one joined - this time it was calm, mature voice lacking emotions.

Lloyd frowned. What kind if 'institute’ were they talking about?

“I think…” The first voice started. “That we are not alone here.”

And they all looked directly at Lloyd.

Girl got out her knives, but then the guy with a messy hair standing next to her stopped her.

“Wait! I think we know him.”

“Is it the one from 'Pandemonium’?” Boy all dressed in blue gave him a pretentious look.

“Indeed.” The one who stood the closest to Lloyd (he recognised him as the nerd) nodded his head.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“What do you want?” Guy who started the previous conversation, dark-skinned and dark-haired, asked in a strangely calm voice.

“I-” Lloyd’s voice cracked. “I have some questions. I mean, many questions. About… what happened in this club.”

All of them remained silent.

“Who are you?” Lloyd tried again. “My name is Lloyd, by the way.”

Teenagers looked all at one another, then nodded in a wordless agreement.

“Nya.” Girl started staring at her shoes.

“Kai.” Guy with messy hair tried to make it up.

“Zane.” Nerd smiled at him lightly.

“Cole.” Tall one rolled his eyes.

“And Jay!” Blue boy waved at him.

Okay, so they had this point behind them.

“What was this… creature that you… destroyed?” For some reason, word 'killed’ couldn’t escape his mouth.

“You- you saw it? In its demon form?” Kai seemed very impressed.

“Does it mean-” Cole frowned.

“Yes, it does.” Zane agreed.

“A new Shadowhunter?” Jay smiled wide.

“A new what?” Lloyd asked with an unmasked suprise.

“Uh, we are probably not the best people out there to have this talk with you.” Nya walked towards him. “But, if you want, of course, we can take you to someone who will explain this.”

“You really saw it?” Kai still couldn’t gather himself. “Tail, fangs, claws? Black blood and all?”

“Uh, yeah?” Lloyd scratched his nose. “What is so strange about that? I bet everyone would see it.”

“That’s not correct.” Zane shook his head. “Actually, Downworlders are not able to see demons. Only us, Shadowhunters, and other magical species perceive them.”

“Look, I don’t know what any of this means…”

In this moment, his phone started ringing. Lloyd sighed in frustration and took it out of his backpack. He gave screen a short look: 23 calls from his mother, and she was also the one who called him now.

Shit.

“H-hi mum, I can explain-”

“Lloyd? Thanks God, you answered!” Misako’s breath was fast and he could’ve heard that she was running. “No matter what- Ah!”

“Mum?!” Lloyd froze when his mother screamed and probably fell. “Are you there? What is happening?!”

“Lloyd, listen to me. No matter what, don’t come back home!” Signal started cutting, was it a sound of breaking glass? “Go to Ronin, he will know what to do.”

“Mum, I don’t understand-”

“I love you, son.” On the other side something crashed and the call ended.

Lloyd looked blankly at his phone.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Nya asked him in a soft tone.

“No- yes, I… I think someone- something… attacked my mother.”

[corrahdarling]

Playing With Fire-- Ch. 30-- The End

Tom gripped the arm rests in the airplane as tightly as he could. There was no turbulance— well, in the air, anyway. All he could think about was Hunter, hoping with every ounce of his energy that she was okay… and that the baby was okay. As soon as the pilot announced that they could safely turn their electronic devices back on, he powered up his iPhone as quickly as possible, and dialed Haley’s number as soon as he could.

After a few rings, she answered. “Tom.”

“Haley, how is she? And the baby?”

“They’re both fine. They looked over every inch of her in the emergency room, and aside from some bruising, Hunter’s okay. She’s awake and talking, but she’s really hoarse. The baby’s absolutely perfect, so don’t worry about that.” 

Haley sounded a lot more calm now, compared with when he last spoke with her.

“Thank God.” Tom breathed a sigh of relief when he heard those words. “What’s next?”

“Well, they admitted her. They’re going to keep her for a while, because being without oxygen could cause swelling in her brain. They don't anticipate that happening, but the doctors are wanting to do some scans of her head to check for that… plus, they want to keep an eye on the baby, too.”

He sighed as he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “I’m glad you guys got to her when you did.”

“Me too. I really think he would have killed her this time. Reid’s really beating himself up for it. ”

“Yes, I am too. If I had just come to Texas when I wanted to, this wouldn’t have happened… I let Hunter talk me out of it.”

“Well, it did happen, so now we just have to concentrate on her, and getting her healed and home.”

“I agree. My plane should land at 11 A.M. I’ve already gotten a rental car that’s waiting on me at the airport… I’ll be there as quickly as possible. I can’t believe I let this happen.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Tom. It’s no ones fault but Henry’s. I don’t know what the hell has happened to him.”

Tom winced at hearing that man's name. He had never wished anyone dead more than Henry. He didn’t even care to ask the status of his health, but he hoped that whatever he was going through was very, very painful. Nothing Henry could go through would be painful enough for Tom’s liking though. He clutched his phone in his hand, and closed his eyes. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep on this plane, but he could at least rest his eyes for a little while…

*****

Reid watched Hunter as she slept relatively peacefully in her hospital bed. She was hooked up to so many wires and cords, he didn’t know what went where. He sighed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, and sunk down a little more in his uncomfortable chair.

Hunter began to stir as a nurse came in to check on her. Her tired green eyes opened as she took in the sight of her brother.

“Hey, sis. How are you feeling?” He jumped up, and went to her bedside.

“Um… I’m okay… I think.”

“Are you in any pain?” He asked as he moved her hair out of her face.

“No, not really pain… just sore.”

“That’s understandable. The doctor said you’d probably be hurting for a little while. They can’t really give you anything very strong for pain because they don’t want to risk hurting the baby.”

She nodded. “I agree. Have you heard from Tom?”

“Haley talked to him a few minutes ago. He’s on a plane headed here.”

She nodded as tears begin to build in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Hunter?”

“Nothing… I’m just so glad he’s coming… I need for him to be here.”

“I know. He’s really worried. I know he’ll be glad to see you.���

“I’ll be glad to see him too. Reid, I just want all this to be over with. I can’t do this anymore.”

“It’s almost over, please believe me.”

“I do.”

Reid offered her a nod and a small smile. He felt so guilty for all this, and he just wanted to go back and change things… but he couldn’t. He always believed that things happened for a reason, but for the life of him, he couldn’t fathom what the reasoning behind all this was. His sister was the sweetest, most timid, non-threatening person he had ever known, so why was all this happening to her? She would never hurt anyone. She was always full of love and hope, and it hurt him to see that slowly diminishing from her eyes today.

“Try and get some rest. Tom will be here around noon.” He patted her on the hand before he took his seat again.

Hunter looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 8:45 A.M. so she didn’t have that much longer to wait. She closed her eyes, hoped that Tom would be here when she woke up, and took a little nap… she needed all the rest she could get right now.

***** Tom’s long flight finally landed, and he ran to grab his luggage from the baggage claim, before sprinting to the desk where he had to sign his rental agreement for his car. After he got the keys, he pulled his phone from his pocket and texted Reid as he made his way to the car.

11:48 P.M. I’m about to get into my rental car. Please send me the address of the hospital. I’ll be there as soon as possible. -Tom

11:50 P.M. We’re at the Baylor University Medical Center. Here’s the address: 3501 Junius St. Dallas, TX 75246 Text me when you get here, and I’ll meet you in the lobby. -Reid

Tom slid into the seat of his rented Ford Fusion, typed the hospital’s address into the maps app of his phone, and saw that it was going to take him nearly 40 minutes to get there. “For God’s sake, why does everything have to be so blasted far here?” He mumbled as he inserted the key into the ignition, and cranked the car, before pulling out of the parking lot. After 45 minutes, he was finally at the hospital, found a parking place in the garage, and texted Reid. He pulled his bags from the backseat of the car, as he didn't plan on leaving the hospital until Hunter did, and all of his things were in his luggage. He hurried into the hospital lobby and scanned the room, finding Reid sitting on a secluded couch drinking coffee from a paper cup.

“Reid.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” Reid said as he stood up, and hugged Tom.

“Is she really okay? I’m worried sick.”

“She’s okay.” Reid nodded as he took a sip of coffee.

“Where is she? I need to see her.”

“Um… can you sit down for a minute? I wanna talk to you about a couple of things, first.”

“Sure.” Tom’s eyebrows furrowed as he took a seat across from Reid. “What’s going on?”

“I just want you to be prepared… Hunter’s kinda bruised up.”

“Bruised up? What did he do to her?”

Reid nodded. “All I saw when I went into her room last night, was him on top of her, but as I got closer, I could see that he was choking her. He had one hand pressed against her mouth and nose, and the other pressing on her windpipe. Her was turning blue, and her eyes began to close, and I just swung for his head.” Reid rubbed his eyes, trying to get the image out of his mind. “She has some bruising around her mouth, and around her throat, of course… She has some bruising around her eyes from being without oxygen, and some on her sides from Henry’s knees. They’re pumping her full of fluids for the baby, so she’s kinda swollen up. She doesn’t really look like herself right now.” 

Tom let his head fall into his hands, as he tried to control his emotions. “How did this happen, Reid?” 

  “I don’t know, but it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have been letting her sleep alone in the first place. Not after I knew Henry was back in Texas.”

“Speaking of Henry… where is he?” Tom asked.

“That’s the other thing.” He sighed. “He’s here in the same hospital. Just a few doors down from Hunter.”

“What!?! He shouldn’t be able to be that close to her, not after what he did!” Tom had been trying not to explode, but that had pushed him over the edge.

“I know, I know. That was the only room they had available on that wing. They’ve had a police officer stationed outside his room at all times, and they’re going to arrest him and book him into the jail as soon as he’s released. You know, as well as I do, that the law requires him to be able get medical care before he’s booked into jail... and he definitely needed medical care after last night.”

Tom sighed loudly. “How bad’s he hurt?”

“I spoke with the police officer this morning, and even though he wasn’t supposed to talk about it, I explained who I was, and he told me that Henry has a skull fracture from the bat, and a grade three concussion. His blood alcohol level was .30 last night. That’s three times the legal limit.”

“He told Hunter that he had quit drinking.”

“Yeah, right. Henry’s gonna drink himself to death, Tom. That’s his problem, he's always drunk. He can be nearly dead from the alcohol, but still function normally... he’s just so conditioned to it.”

“The day that he drinks himself to death can’t come soon enough.”

“Look, I didn’t tell Hunter that he was just a few doors down from her. She’s already shaken up enough as it is, and I just couldn’t stress her out even more. I don’t want her to be scared, Tom, so can we just not tell her? Not unless we absolutely have to.”

Tom nodded. “I’m fine with that. I just hope that I can control myself, knowing that he’s that close.”

“Yeah, that’s been a battle for me ever since I found out that he was down there. His parents are there with him.”

“Can we please go see her now?”

“Yeah, the elevator’s over here.” Reid tilted his head toward the lifts.

The men got onto the large elevator and went to the sixth floor. Tom’s stomach lurched as they stepped off the lift and he saw a police officer sitting in a chair outside a room. He knew that the man that had nearly killed his lover was only feet away, and he had to take a moment and breathe to keep from running in there and finishing him off. Luckily, Reid started walking in the opposite direction.

“She’s this way. She was sleeping when I left.”

Tom followed him down the hall, and watched as Reid quietly cracked the door to her room open. When they entered the room, it was eerily quiet. He saw Lily sitting in a chair beside her daughter, and her eyes lit up when she saw Tom.

He placed his bags onto the floor, as Lily ran to him and pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. She’s been asking for you. She’s still sleeping.” She whispered.

Tom nodded, as he couldn't really speak at the moment. Lily released him, and he quietly walked around her and took in the sight of Hunter. He couldn’t believe how frail she looked in that hospital bed. Reid was right, she was very bruised and swollen, which made her look utterly different. At that moment, Tom had regretted ever putting his hands on her, even if she had wanted him to.

He walked closer, and looked down at her beautiful face, marred by the dark bruises, and down to her throat. He could make out exactly where Henry’s hands had been against her delicate, pale skin.

“Oh, my darling…” Tom whispered as he placed his face on her chest, and released the emotions that he had been trying so hard to keep at bay. His large right hand went to cradle her tiny belly, as he sobbed into her hospital gown. Lily’s hand went to cover her mouth, as tears began to flow over her cheeks as well. The scene in front of her was so emotional that she couldn’t contain herself. She wished that Hunter had found Tom many years ago. Tom felt a small hand weave into his hair, and he realized that it was Hunter’s. His head popped up, and he looked up into her eyes.

“Oh, Tom… please don’t cry.” 

  “Don’t worry about me, love. Are you okay?” 

  “I’m okay. We’re both okay.”

Tom looked over at Lily who winked at him, and back down to Hunter.

“She knows about the baby.” Hunter said as she smiled.

“Oh, darling, I’m so glad that you’re alright. I’m so sorry that I let him hurt you.”

“It’s not your fault, Tom. I pretty much made you stay in Connecticut. It’s no one’s fault but my own.”

“No, love. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

She wrapped her arms around him and inhaled his scent, like she had been wanting to do for days.

“I’m staying by your side from now on… I’m not leaving you again.”

“But… won’t you have to go back to Connecticut?”

“No, sweetheart. I left Duncan in charge of everything. All the houses have been sold, and I hired a company to finish moving my things. I’m here for good.”

“Oh my gosh, Tom, that’s the best news I've heard in a long time.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she hugged him tighter.

“Uh… sis, since Tom’s here, I am going to go run some errands. Mom, you wanna come with me?”

“Um, sure…” She smiled as she grabbed her purse and they left, leaving Tom and Hunter alone.

He sat on the edge of her bed, and took her face gently in his hands. “I love you, Hunter. You know that right? I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”

She nodded. “Tom, I was so scared… all I could think about was the baby… I thought I was going to die, and never see you again… I’m just so thankful that everything’s okay…”

“Shhh… I know.”

She laid her head against his chest, as he stroked her hair.

“It’s all over with now, darling. I’m here.”

The pair turned their attention to the door, as an orderly brought in Hunter’s lunch, and sat the tray on the table next to her bed.

“I’m starving! I didn’t get any breakfast.” Hunter smiled as Tom got up and pulled the rolling table across Hunter’s lap.

“Well, let’s see what we’ve got here.” He said as he took the lid off of the tray. Underneath, was a bowl of potato soup, a large salad, a hamburger, a piece of chocolate pie and 2 glasses of apple juice. “That actually looks pretty appetizing.”

“I suppose.” She giggled. “I don’t think I’ll even taste it anyway, I’m so hungry. Would you like some? I bet you haven’t eaten since last night either.”

“I’m fine, love. You need to eat every bit of that.” He wasn’t about to tell her that he was starving. He couldn’t even eat the peanuts on the plane, he had been so scared.

After Hunter ate every bit of her lunch, she scooted over in her bed, and Tom joined her— which wasn’t easy, as they had to maneuver around all her wires and lines. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead as she laid on his chest, and they watched a marathon about Farmhouse Renovations on HGTV. Something that utterly bored Tom, but if that’s what she wanted to watch, that’s what they were going to watch. Truthfully, he was just happy that he was able to have her to wrap his arms around as last night easily could have gone very differently.

They were able to spend the entire afternoon together alone, save for the nurses that flowed into and out of the room, and it had been marvelous. Neither of them had moved from that bed, and Tom would move between stroking her upper arm, and her belly. He knew she was sore, so he took extra care to handle her very gently.

About 6 p.m. a knock fell onto the door, and Reid, Lily, Mike and Haley entered. Haley ran over to Hunter and hugged her.

“How are you feeling?” She asked Hunter.

“I’m good. A lot better now…” She smiled as she looked up at Tom.

Reid spoke next, as he held out a red and white Chick-Fil-A bag to him. “So, Tom, I brought you some food.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m positively famished!”

Everyone smiled at his English manners, as he sat in the chair beside the bed, and opened his bag.

“… and Hunter, I brought you something too.” He said as he held out a manila envelope to her. 

  Her eyebrows knitted together as she opened the large envelope, and pulled out some papers. As she read them, her hand went to her mouth in disbelief. “Reid… this is…” 

  He nodded. “It’s a final divorce decree. I went and met with a judge, and after I explained the situation to him, he happily granted your divorce.”

  In the middle of a bite of his chicken sandwich, Tom jumped up and looked over her shoulder at the papers. 

  “Oh my gosh…” Hunter looked around the room, where there wasn’t a dry eye. 

“It’s really over?” She asked her brother. 

  “Well… this part is, yes. We’ll still have to deal with the assault charges when the time comes for him to be sentenced… but, you aren’t tied to Henry anymore. You’re officially Hunter Westbrook again.” 

  She couldn't contain her happy tears as she buried her face in Tom’s shirt and cried. She never thought this day would come, but thankfully it had. Even though she still had quite a bit of healing to do, she knew that her future was looking brighter with every moment that passed, and as she sat around with her family and Tom that night, she realized just how lucky she truly was. Her past was soon going to be completely behind her, and her future was a tall, blue-eyed Englishman, a tiny little baby, a gigantic diamond from Tiffany's and a beautiful big farmhouse, complete with its two cats.