#b99 minific

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Amy getting a little distracted and planting light pecks up Jake’s back before reapplying his suncream

“Wow, it’s actually really nice to be out under the sun, hey babe?” Squinting behind his sunglasses, Jake brushes a clump of sand from his left leg, grinning as Amy punctuates her mmm-hmm with a kiss to his upper shoulder.

It really was the perfect day. After weeks of back-to-back shifts, the couple had stolen away for a long weekend, disappearing to a beach just far enough from Brooklyn to avoid any ‘accidental’ Boyle run-ins. With their seaside villa just a stones throw away, and the warm sand beneath them, he and Amy had everything they needed to have a moment of peace before Baby Peralta arrived.

Jake’s smile grows as he watches the family in front of him introduce their floatie-covered toddler to the ocean, and turns slightly to glance at Amy behind him. “Crazy to think that this time next year, that will be us out there.”

With her legs resting comfortably on either side of his own, Amy’s face was just out of reach for Jake’s eye line, and he hears another hmm as he turns his attention back to the shoreline.

Her delicate hands sweep along his lower back, applying the only sunscreen she’ll allow them to buy - peer reviewed and lauded, as per subsection seven of the Babymoon Binder - and presses another kiss to Jake’s back as his right hand comes to rest on her lower calf.

“Imagine if we ended up with a little surfer dude for a baby, Ames. Riding the waves like Crush from Nemo … being all gnarly and whatnot.”

Amy’s hands stay on Jake’s lower back, their movements slowly down slightly as she kisses his shoulder once again, and when she hums against his skin, Jake decides to have some fun with his clearly distracted wife.

(She’d been quiet earlier today, a self-conscious look washing over her face when she’d studied her reflection in the brand new maternity swimsuit. But a few well-timed Babewatch jokes from Jake - peppered with kisses on all of the tiny flowers in the pattern - thankfully seems to have held her uneasy thoughts at bay.)

“Then again, he could turn out to be an actual turtle, which would be totally fine because then we’d only need three more to make a full quartet of crime-fighters. And … you know, the inside of that cake was technically green, so …”

Amy’s fingers trace either side of Jake’s waist, slinking around to join at his front as she leaves two more kisses at the base of his neck. She shuffles forward on the blanket, closing the distance between her front and his back, and rests her forehead against Jake’s shoulder as she kisses him one more time with a contented sigh. Now it is a perfect day, he thinks with a smile.

“I’m taking your silence as total agreement Ames, so it’s settled. Ninja Turtles: Peralta edition, coming to a sewer near you.”

As the word sewer filters through the kiss-based haze, Amy’s hands still, her lips temporarily frozen against Jake’s shoulder blade while the rest of his sentence sinks in. “Jake … we are not raising our son in the sewers of Brooklyn.”

“Just think of the possibilities, babe! We could have a whole other team working to fight crime with us. Not to mention the unimaginable benefit of gleaming some of Splinter’s wisdom.”

“See, you say Splinter, but I’m hearing rat. It’s going to be a no from me, babe.”

“Ugh, it’s like a knife to my heart!” Jake responds (not at all dramatically, thank you very much), twisting in place to see Amy’s expression and digging his elbow into the sand. Her perplexed expression, clear even through her sunglasses and wide-brimmed hat, coaxes the chuckles that had been bubbling in his chest to the surface, and his free hand comes to rest on her outer thigh. “Obviously I’m kidding, Ames.”

Her hand reaches out to press a gentle slap against Jake’s bare chest, and he catches her wrist before it can sneak away. “Ugh. It’s hard to know when it comes to you and those darn turtles.”

Lifting Amy’s palm up towards his mouth, Jake presses a series of tiny kisses against her skin, smiling as it gravitates to it’s favourite position against his cheek when he finishes. “I mean, if you wanted to live in the sewer, babe, you know I’d be right there with you. You’d have that place clean in a week. But you were obviously not listening, and I was kinda curious how far I could push things before you’d realise.”

Nodding with a guilty chuckle, Amy looks up at the family playing in the ocean not so far away before leaning slightly towards her husband. “I guess you could say I was a little distracted?”

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jake winks, gesturing with a nod of his head. “I’d offer you more, but I literally found a penny in the sand before. It’s all yours if you want it.”

“Well … ” as Amy’s teeth sink into her lower lip, her hand sidles slowly down to the expanse of Jake’s chest, toying gently with the small patch of chest hair she finds there. “I was sort of thinking about the beach, and how it’s great, but will still be here later. You know, if we wanted to … do something else.”

“Wait. You don’t wanna hang out on the beach?”

“No, I do! It’s just … this is one of the first times in months that I haven’t needed to barf before lunch. And there’s a ridiculously large four-poster bed waiting for us back at the villa, because my super sweet husband arranged a getaway for us, and he just so happens to be looking very hot right now in those board shorts and … ” Amy trails off as Jake pushes his body away from the sand, closing the gap between them to press a soft, we’re-on-vacation-so-I’m-going-to-take-my-time kiss to her lips.

Jake’s smile feels brighter than the sun by the time he pulls away, and he plants his feet into the sand as he rises, reaching out both hands to help his wife up. Amy’s second trimester had definitely released extra batches of horniness into her system, and he’s never been more happy to serve her every need. “I can always count on you to come up with a brilliant plan, Ames. Just one of the bajillion reasons why I love you.”

“I love you too. And the beach can totally wait, right?”

“Oh, the beach can definitely wait.”

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*NOTE: This is a sneak-peek at an upcoming chapter for my Brainia minific series ‘All the Ways to Show I Care’. This is a long-awaited sequel to my chapter ‘Undercover’ which was a B99 inspired prompt. A few people requested a sequel, but shout out to Jennie N Cole who was the latest to ask for it and actually reminded me to do it. This chapter features my OC Elena. The chapter will be up later next week, but for the meantime, enjoy this peek!* - If you haven’t already you can read ‘Undercover’ HERE

Elena was wearing the same face when Nia stepped into the interrogation room. Although, her features were slightly different, not quite as perfect – as though the allure was slowing fading the longer she remained in captivity.

They knew so little about her species, Nia wasn’t even sure what kind of energy it took to maintain that kind of image. It certainly looked like it was more uncomfortable than J’onn’s.

Elena’s dark hair was lanker than normal, falling in stretched and battered curls to her shoulders. And yet, even in standard DEO black and zero hair product to her name, she still looked unreal.

Nia sat in the chair across from Elena, a single table acting as their only partition. Elena leant heavily against it, her cuffs jangling as she placed her wrists atop one another. She flashed Nia a cold smile.

But Nia could see something behind the icy wall she’d thrown up. Something incredibly vulnerable. It made her chest clench.

Nia cleared her throat. “The DEO are considering a reduced sentence if you volunteered to work for them,” she said, holding Elena’s eyes. “Your abilities would be incredibly useful in field work, not to mention the fact you seem to know a lot about thermodynamics,” she shrugged, “according to the bomb you bought, at least.”

What she was saying wasn’t exactly her own words. Alex had fed her a script of what she needed to say during the interrogation. She was free to divert from it wherever possible, but the offer the DEO was making had to be clear.

Personally, Nia wasn’t sure what to make of the offer, only that it was the only other option to rotting in a high security prison cell for the foreseeable future. Something about Elena’s expression told her she was thinking something very similar.

Then, Elena’s lips thinned, and she narrowed her eyes. “Why are you doing this?” she asked sharply. “Is it not enough that you foiled my plan? Why keep up pretences now?”

Nia blinked. “Pretences?”

Elena made a soft clicking sound with her tongue. “You and I both know you do not care what happens to me.” She shrugged. “I am useful to this organisation, you were picked to speak with me to… what, exactly? Make me feel comfortable?”

Nia’s jaw hardened at that. “I don’t work for this organisation,” she said stiffly. “But, my friends do, and they listen to what I have to say.” She leant forward, holding her hands pragmatically in her lap. “What was the real reason you wanted to buy that bomb, Elena? Revenge?”

Elena laughed, though it sounded rather strained. “It would be too simple, would it not?”

“You tell me.”

Elena’s brow quirked in appraisal. “What is your relationship to the man you were with before?” Her gaze softened fondly. “I will assume for his sake that his real name is not actually Baranabus.”

Nia swallowed hard. “No,” she said carefully. “It’s not.”

“And your name?” Elena supplied.

“Nia.”

“Nia,” Elena’s lips lingered on her name thoughtfully, enough that it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She grinned. “And you are not married, are you Nia?”

Nia felt her face warm up. This conversation… wasn’t exactly going where she’d expected. She straightened in her seat. “No.”

“Nor I,” Elena said, almost wistfully. “My planet was lost to me before I ever got around to it. If there are others of my kind out there, I do not know of their existence. It is fair to say I may be the last of my kind.”

Nia’s mouth fell open. “I’m…” she began, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Elena said. “You know nothing about me to warrant it.” She glanced up again, eyes flashing. “Are you far from home?”

“I was born here,” Nia said, trying and failing to hide the defensiveness in her tone. “But, my mother was from Naltor.”

Elena nodded carefully. “I see.”

Nia couldn’t see how giving away any of this information would come back to bite her, unless perhaps Elena was planning on taking over her life. She doubted it, though, something about the look in Elena’s eyes told her that she wasn’t planning on doing much of anything. Including accepting their offer.

She looked… tired.

Nia remembered what Kara had spoken of losing Krypton, how heavily it weighed on her chest. Argo had been the salvation for Kryptonian culture and society, but even on Earth there were museums dedicated to Supergirl and Superman’s lost planet in the stars.

What did Elena have?

Nia’s gut clenched suddenly. “Is that why you wanted the bomb?”

Elena had been staring somewhere just above her shoulder, her green eyes suddenly so much darker as she reflected on something far beyond Nia’s reach. Still, the implications of her words were clear, the loneliness that spoke volumes even in Elena’s abrupt silence.

Elena blinked, glancing back at Nia distractedly. “Why?” she repeated slowly before a steady smile spread across her face. She laughed humourlessly. “I have been on this planet a fair time, though I do not look it, I am older than you might imagine.” She winked. “Humans maintain their youth with plastic surgery, I am fortunate that I have other far more thorough means.”

Nia only stared at her. She knew exactly what dodging the subject looked like. She folded her arms patiently.

Elena’s smile soured. “Loneliness… is that my motive? I suppose, maybe it was.” Her expression grew distant again. “So long without my world, my people… a place to call home. I have lived in so many skins, walked so many lives, but I have never been able to be myself here. No one could understand that. And so… I decided I wanted to take myself out of the equation.”

Nia started at that. “Wait. The bomb- it- it was for you?”

“I may look like a delicate flower,” Elena said dryly, “but I can assure you, I am quite difficult to destroy. The explosive would have done quite nicely.”

Nia shook her head. “What about civilians?”

“Do you think I care?” Elena laughed, gesturing as far as she could around the room. “Look at where I am, Nia. Exactly where I belong, wouldn’t you agree?”

Nia’s mind was alive with static, raging through her skull. Of all the thing she’d considered, she hadn’t thought for a second that Elena had been suicidal. Making galas her public playground, waltzing around in dresses more expensive than most could ever dream of earning, wearing whatever face she needed to get by. And yet, the whole time, she’d never had any connection to anyone.

Nia remembered how desperate she’d been to talk with people at the gala, how quickly she regretted almost every interaction. Because none of them could live up to the life she’d lost. The world she’d lost. One with her own people.

Nia wished she could say this was the first case she’d seen of this happening, but it wasn’t. Being homesick as an Earth-born was one thing, but longing for a home you could never return to?

The pain in Elena’s eyes was suddenly so much more profound.

“I don’t think you belong in here,” Nia said quietly.

Elena blinked from her revere, staring at Nia curiously. Her lip quirked upward. “Oh?”

Nia lifted her chin. “You made a mistake,” she said. “One that the DEO is giving you a chance at fixing. You could find purpose here. Who knows, with the technology in this place, maybe we could see if any of your people survived.”

Elena’s expression froze. She smiled, almost robotically. “I will consider the offer,” she said. “You have done your job finely, Nia. You can leave now.”

Nia felt like there was a weight pushing her legs through the floor. She didn’t want to stand, to leave Elena alone. The second she left, Elena would be carted away to a cell. She wouldn’t see anyone else until she’d made up her mind. And, even then, she still had a hefty sum of time to pay for.

But, Nia recognised the shutter behind Elena’s eyes all too well. A similar one overcame Brainy from time-to-time. A not so-subtle warning to stop pushing - there was no further she could go. Not right now, at least.

And so, Nia stood, brushing herself down.

She had her hand around the door handle when Elena suddenly said, “Wait!”

When their eyes met, Elena’s were close to frantic. Her expression quickly sobered. “I must know,” she said, not a hint of that earlier desperation touching her voice. “The man. Do you love him?”

Nia could only stare, slowly feeling the blood rush towards her face. She swallowed uneasily, suddenly much too aware that every second of this conversation was being recorded. “That’s- not important,” she said lowly.

Elena smiled, and something about it was so striking, so genuine, that Nia wasn’t sure how to react. “I believe it may be to you.”

Nia cleared her throat with some difficulty. She glanced away awkwardly. “I don’t know,” she admitted. But her stomach felt like a nest of butterflies had exploded inside of her, soft wings brushing up against her heart.

“I can spy a ruse a mile away, you know,” Elena said with a smirk. “It comes with the territory.” She paused meaningfully, tipping her head forward. “It is… interesting, then, that I could detect no such thing when I spoke with you both at the party.”

When Nia could only stare at her, Elena shrugged. “I certainly know I saw no deception when I found you both out in the hallway.”

Nia nearly choked. Ignoring the burning in her face, she gritted her teeth, holding Elena’s eyes.

Elena smiled coyly. “Consider my words. And, in kind, I will consider yours.” She winked. “Alright?”

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B99 minific: Ginas Death

Ginas been in the hospital for 2 weeks after the bus accident. Everyone's been to see her except Jake whose focused all his energy on work. The team updates him on her condition everyday, but he always makes an excuse to walk away. Captain Holt finally had enough and requests Jake to his office. He obliges, but as soon as he sits down Amy locks the door behind him and shrugs apologetically. Captain Holt tells Him her condition doesn't look good and it could be the last chance he'll get to say goodbye. Jake agrees to see her eventually and visits the hospital with Amy. He walks into the room, its overflowing with flowers and presents to the point that people began leaving them in the hall. Gina was laying in red satin sheets (Boyles doing of course) both legs in casts and an arm in a sling. A card with a shirtless Terry was perched on the nightstand. Written on the bottom was a get well wish from Sharon. Jake sat next to her bed calmly. "Who am I supposed to laugh with about Amy now? Rosa? She doesn't roast people she straight up burns them, sometimes literally. I don't know what to say, you know me and my emotionally maturity. You were always there for me, I mean I grew up with you, you're like a sister to me and I'm going to miss you so much." Amy places a comforting hand on his shoulder as he sobs into his hands. When he looks up Ginas staring back with a big grin. "What the hell Gina!? I thought you were dying!" Gina: "bitch why didn't you visit sooner?" Jake turns to Amy, "you knew about this?" Amy:"she's hurt I'm not going to say no to her." Gina: "I told you he'd say I was like a sister. You owe me $50" Jake: "you bet on this? I'm glad my emotions are entertaining to you. You know what I take it back you're not like a sister! You're like a 3rd cousin who I hate!" Gina: "oh Jakey you love me and it's perfectly natural. Everyone loves Gina." She gestures all around at her many gifts.