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Running Out of Time (Maggie Sawyer x Danver!Reader)

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hi if you still write for maggie sawyer, would write a fic about the episode Alex gets kidnapped but it's r instead of Alex thanks

"You don't have to hurt anyone," a police officer says into her phone. A line of police cars is lined up outside a bank. "No one is making you do this. You're choosing to do this. You and your friend chose to go into that bank. You chose to take those people hostage. But you know what? You can choose to put your guns down. You can choose to let those people go. You can choose not to hurt anyone."

"Look up!" a man yells. "Up in the sky!"

There is a sound of glass smashing and the crowd behind Detective Maggie Sawyer.

"Hey, not even Pretty Boy Floyd got to meet Supergirl," Kara Danvers says, hauling two of the goons out of the bank. "It'll be a fun story to tell your roommates in jail!"

Maggie walks up to Kara, tucking her phone into her back pocket. "Supergirl . . ." Maggie says and Kara rests her hands on her hips, exhaling sharply. "I almost had him . . . "

"And I got you over the finish line!" Kara says brightly. "And just in time for dinner. I'll see you later."

. . .

The smoke alarm beeps and (Y/n) Danvers waves a towel around. "Thanks," her older sister says, handing the delivery man a twenty.

"(Y/n), the first time I tried to microwave macaroni and cheese," Mon-El says, "they had to evacuate three city blocks."

(Y/n) glances amusedly at her older sister's boyfriend.

"That's an exaggeration, but Ihave seen less terrifying nuclearing explosions.

"Well, I like pizza better than paella anyway," Maggie says, opening a box of pepperoni, glancing affectionately at (Y/n).

"Yes, me too," (Y/n) agrees.

Kara opens a box of Hawaiian pizza. "I love ham and pineapple!"

"Thank you. It totally shouldn't work, but it totally does," Mon-El agrees with Kara. "How's my girlfriend, guys, huh?"

Kara chuckles. "What?"

"Bank robbers, zero," Mon-El talks through a mouthful of pizza. "Supergirl, two. What do you even need cops for in this city?" he chuckles.

A dangerous look lights in Maggie's eyes, and Alex and her girlfriend Lena exchange a glance.

"He's from a different planet," (Y/n) says, resting a hand on Maggie's knee. "He doesn't even know what he's saying."

"No, he's right," Maggie says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Why bother trying to talk a guy down when Supergirl can just swoop right in and force him down?" she looks over at Kara. "Seventeen hours of 'What do you want, how can I help you?' good old-fashioned hostage negotiation wasted."

"You're not upset that I caught the bad guys and got everyone out safely, are you?" Kara chuckles, pushing her glasses back up onto her face. No, Kara didn't have to wear her glasses, everyone - even Lena knew because Alex did not want to start her relationship off with the Luthor on a lie.

"I would've gotten them to free the hostages," Maggie says.

"Maybe," Kara shrugs. "But they're in jail now, where they can't hurt anyone. That's all that matters."

Lena glances over at (Y/n), whose eyes had widened slightly.

"Unless they use the Supergirl defense," Maggie says, leaning forward.

"The what?" Kara asks.

"It's a think some criminals use to get their charges dropped," Lena offers.

Maggie nods. "It's a perfect storm for a defense attorney. Excessiveforce, evidence contaminated by debris, vigilante justice . . ." Maggie trails off, meeting Kara's gaze.

"'Vigilante justice?'" Kara echoes. "I stand for hope, and help, and compassion! I did what I had to do to get those people out of there."

"I think what Maggie's trying to say is that what you do is amazing when we're up against . . ." (Y/n) begins.

"A giant purple monster or a half-cyborg murderer, sure," Maggie interupts, and (Y/n)'s hand falls to Maggie's knee again. "But, most of the time, police work requires a more delicate touch."

"Delicate?" Kara echoes again.

"Yeah," Maggie replies. "You broke one guy's arm and you gave another one a concussion. And that was after you knocked in the roof of a National City landmark." (Y/n) stops trying to interrupt when Maggie scoffs, "And now, it has a big, Supergirl-sized hole in it."

"A thousand things could've happened from the time of your call to the hostages walking out," Kara says, glaring at Maggie from across the table. "Maybe, yeah, sure, I broke some walls, but I got everyone out of there safely, and that is a win."

"Well, you should've asked. But you never look before you leap," Maggie replies, a tight frown spreading across her lips.

"Because I can fly," Kara replies, leaning back in her chair.

"Okay," Maggie scoffs again, looking away. Maggie meets Lena's gaze, and Lena flashes her what seems to be a sisterly glare.

Mon-El clears his throat. "Well, as being something of a superhero myself, I can say that sometimes it's better to punch, than, than to talk."

(Y/n) lets out an inaudible groan, pressing her hand to her forehead, trying to quell her quickly growing headache.

"Sometimes," Kara throws her napkin on her empty plate, "talking is more hurtful than punching. Obviously, I've upset you, Maggie. I'm gonna go."

"No, Kara, don't do that . . ." (Y/n) says, Kara having stood up from the table.

"No, it's fine." Kara says, pushing (Y/n)'s comment aside. "Than/k you. Thanks for dinner."

(Y/n) gets up from the table to follow Kara, Mon-El in front of (Y/n).

"We're gonna go," Alex says, she and Lena also getting up from the table. Alex gives her youngest sister a hug before she and Lena Luthor leave (Y/n) and Maggie's apartment.

(Y/n) turns to face Maggie. "I know you're upset about earlier, but I really . . . " she pauses. "I just really want you and Kara to get along."

"Kara and I get along great," Maggie says, meeting (Y/n)'s tired gaze. "It's Supergirl that I sometimes have trouble with."

"Okay, just keep trying," (Y/n) takes a step forward. "Okay?"

"Okay, for you," Maggie replies. "Wait, where are you going?" she asks as (Y/n) strides towards the door.

"To catch up with Kara and tell her to try too," (Y/n) throws on her jacket. "But she's just as stubborn as you." (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes gleam with affection for a moment.

. . .

"Kara. Hi," Maggie walks up to Kara at Catco.

"Maggie," Kara nods. "Is everything okay?" she asks, the two walking towards Kara's desk.

"Yeah, I was just looking for (Y/n)," Maggie replies, "wondering if she checked in with you."

"Didn't you crash at her place last night?" Kara asks Maggie.

"I did," Maggie replies, "but she left to catch up with you after you left. What, she didn't stay with you?"

"She never caught up with me," Kara answers, turning to look at Maggie with a concerned look on her face. "Maybe she went to the DEO?"

Maggie shakes her head, "Alex said she didn't check in last night or report this morning."

"Huh . . ." Kara's eyebrows knit and her phone rings. "Ah. Mystery solved," Kara shows Maggie her phone, which had (Y/n) as the caller ID. "(Y/n)?" Kara answers the phone.

"Hello, Kara Danvers," a man, definitely not (Y/n), answers.

"Who is this?" Kara asks, stopping in her tracks.

"Well, the real question is, who are you?" the man replies. "Everyone around you thinks you're just a mild-mannered reporter. But I know the truth."

"What do you want?" Kara questions.

"I have your sister," the man replies.

"You're lying," Kara says, terror spiking in her.

"I'm not," Kara's phone vibrates and she pulls her phone from her ear. Maggie comes to stand at Kara's shoulder. The two look down to see the image of the body of a motionless figure lying on the floor of what seems to be a glass box.

"A man named Peter Thompson is serving a life sentence in Albatross Bay Supermax. You will free him within the next thirty-six hours or your precious baby sister will die. And I know you can, because I know . . . You're Supergirl."

. . .

(Y/n) blinks dazedly, weakly raising her head.

Noticing her surroundings, (Y/n) pushes herself to her feet.

"Hello?" she calls.

Electricity buzzes around her, and (Y/n) presses her head to the glass of her enclosure, breathing heavily.

"I knew I recognized you from the elevator," she croaks. "I know who you are. The people that I work with, they will find me." (Y/n) glares up into the camera at the corner of the cell. "And when they do, you will be in a world of hurt." (Y/n) totters slightly on weak legs. "So, I am giving you one chance. Free me, now."

Fear spikes in (Y/n) when she looks around the container. Three of the walls and the floor are made of cinder blocks, the ceiling of a chain-length fence, and the front wall made of glass.

. . .

"So, this person who says they've kidnapped (Y/n)," J'oon says, everyone gathered in the main debriefing room of the DEO, "what did he say on the call."

"H-he said he would kill (Y/n)," Kara says, pacing back and forth in front of the round table, "if I didn't break PeterThompson out of Albatross Bay."

Maggie and Alex are leaning heavily against the table. Lena and Winn Schott are standing off to the side, talking in whispers.

"He said he knows Kara Danvers is Supergirl," Kara goes on, and Lena and Winn stop their conversation, their widened eyes falling on Kara. "He's targeting (Y/n) because she's my sister," Kara goes on.

"But why (Y/n)?" Alex questions, straightening herself. "He could've also chosen me. Why go for her?"

"I don't know," Kara replies, shaking her head.

"This might be stating the obvious here, but why don't we just spring Peter Thompson and bring (Y/n) home?" Mon-El questions.

"The DEO does not negotiate with terrorists," J'oon replies.

"But this is (Y/n)," Mon-El faces J'oon.

"If we do this once, we'll open the floodgates," J'oon argues, a pained look in his eyes. "Every bad guy will know Supergirl can be controlled."

"And even if we do what he wants, it doesn't guarantee he'll release her," Maggie says. It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd learned (Y/n) had been kidnapped. "She's his insurance."

"All right, people,let's get to work!" J'oon booms, and everyone scrambles around. He walks over to Winn, who had sat down at his computer. "Winn, any luck with Alex's subdermal tracker?" he questions.

"No," Winn shakes his head, "it's been offline since ten'o'clock last night." Winn shakes his head, furiously typing on his keyboard. Whoever took her must have found some way to power it down."

"Where are we triangulating the signal from the phone calls?" J'oon asks Lena.

"We're nowhere," Lena plops down into a spare computer. "The caller used four different arrays to scramble the signal." Her accent had thickened with her worry for the youngest Danvers.

"You guys listen, we gotta move," Winn turns around to address all the agents.

"All right, let's start with what we know," Alex says, rising from her chair.

J'oon nods, "If this guy knows you're Supergirl, we just that to our advantage."

"That's gotta be a short list," Mon-El says. "Who knows your secret?" he questions.

"Jeremiah, Eliza, Clark, Alex, Lois, Lucy, the DEO, James . . ." Kara trails off, trying to think of a few more. "Lillian Luthor," she glances unsteadily at Lena, but Lena meets her gaze steadily.

"Does Peter Thompson have ties with Cadmus?" Lena asks, coming to stand around the table.

"No, I already checked," Winn replies. "There's nothing."

"Then you're asking the wrong question," Maggie supplies, and the others look at her. "We don't know where (Y/n) was taken, we don't have a crime scene, we don't have any physical evidence. They've clearly been planning this for a while. Whoever took (Y/n) is a ghost who doesn't want to be found."

Kara's head rests in her hands. "Then what's the right question?" she questions.

"Who is Peter Thompson and what does he mean to our ghost?" Maggie says, and the others nod.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, Kara and J'oon walk into the prison.

"Mr. Thompson," J'oon flashes his FBI badge. "Hank Henshaw and Alex Danvers, FBI. This is Detective Sawyer from NCPD, and Ms. Danvers from CatCo Magazine."

"The feds, a pig, and a journo," Thompson says, looking between the three. "To what do I owe this confusing pleasure?" he asks.

Maggie throws a manilla folder on the table between Thompson and J'oon. "Your jacket's a thrilling read. Three home invasions, two DUIs, two counts of felony murder."

"You all didn't come down here just to flatter me, did you?" Thompson asks, meeting Maggie's brown eyes. Maggie takes a breath, "This morning, we got a call from an anonymous source, asking that you be released from prison."

"Someone wants me out of jail?" Thompson laughs. "Not used to that. People usually want to keep me behind bars."

"A life sentence can't be all that easy," Alex says, "being in here all by yourself."

"You ever keep in contact with anyone on the outside?" J'oon questions.

"Just last week," Thompson replies, "Mr. JC Penney sent me a letter. He said there was a sale on galoshes." Kara's eyes burn and she steps forward as Thompson continues. "It's just that I don't have anywhere to wear them."

Kara slams her fist onto the metal table, startling Maggie a little. "Enough!" she orders. "My sister's been kidnapped, and her life is on the line until we find out who wants you out of prison."

"Ms. Danvers ..." J'oon says warningly.

"So save us the sarcasm! Who is it? Who has her?"

"Calm down," Alex says, her voice equally as warning as J'oon's and she places a hand on her sister's arm.

"Who has my sister?" Kara yells, ignoring Alex and J'oon.

"I don't know," Thompson says, meeting Kara's furious gaze.

"You're lying," Kara says angrily, her eyes narrowing.

"He's not," J'oon says. "We're done here."

The officer pulls Thompson to his feet and leads the fugitive out of the interrogation room.

"Why'd you let him go?" Kara asks J'oon.

"Because I read his mind," the Martian answers. "He's telling the truth." J'oon gets up from the table.

"Losing control is not gonna help us find (Y/n) faster," Maggie tells the superhero. "It's only going to get her killed."

Kara stares at Maggie for a moment, and then her phone rings. "Winn," she says, sounding almost defeated.

"Hey, we got something," Lena's voice comes from the speaker.

"What?" Kara asks.

"I scanned the visitor logs for Peter Thompson," Winn's voice comes from the speaker this time, "over the past three years. They're pretty sparse, except for one name that keeps popping up."

"Who?" Kara asks.

"Doesn't matter, it's a fake name," Winn replies. "I pulled some security footage and, baby, I ran that facial recognition software. Thompson has a son."

"But we checked, he doesn't have any relations," Kara replies.

"Well, apparently, there's a lot of family drama," Winn says. "Thompson's name isn't even on the kid's birth certificate. And I only figured this out after I cross-checked the name with the court transcripts. The kid spoke at Thompson's sentencing, and his name is . . . Rick Malverne. He has a house an hour outside the city."

"Malverne. Why does that sound so familiar?" Kara says aloud and Alex stares at her sister.

"He went to high school with us," Alex snaps her fingers.

. . .

Kara lands outside a house and busts down the door. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" she yells as she runs through the house.

Sticking her head in one of the rooms, Kara sees a set of computer screens with (Y/n) projected on them.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)!" Kara says softly, walking up the screens. "(Y/n)!"

"She can't hear you, Kara," comes a voice and Kara turns around to see a blonde man standing in the doorway.

"Rick?" Kara asks in disbelief.

"Jeez, I haven't seen you since graduation," is Rick's reply. "You look great."

Kara's eyes blaze and she grabs Rick, lifting him off the ground. "Where's my sister?" she demands.

"You break my father out of prison yet?" Rick asks, his teeth clenched.

"You know I can't do that," Kara murmurs.

"Can't or won't?" Rick questions.

Kara throws Rick back into a wall with a grunt.

"Tell me where she is," Kara growls.

That's not how this works," Rick answers. "Now, why don't you try and play nice, Kara?" he asks. "You were always the nice one."

Kara sighs, a hardened look on her face.

"Just let me talk to her," Kara breathes, looking over her shoulder at her sister on the monitors.

"Well, if that gets you to play ball, then I'm happy to help," Rick says, sliding around Kara to type on the keyboard.

The monitor chimes.

"(Y/n)!" Kara croaks. "(Y/n)!"

"Kara, is that you?" (Y/n) calls. "Rick Malverne from Midvale, he kidnapped me!" (Y/n) places her hand on the glass, facing the camera.

"I know," Kara replies. "I'm with him right now. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"My tracker. Can you use my tracker?" (Y/n) asks, and Kara can hear the frantic tone of her sister's voice.

"It's not working. We don't know -" Rick cuts Kara off.

"Okay, that's enough of a reunion, I think," Rick says.

"No, wait," Kara says.

Rick sighs, "It's simple. She's told you she's okay. And now we trade my father for (Y/n)."

"Your father is a murderer," Kara retorts.

"Manslaughter-er," Rick corrects.

"Tell me where she is," Kara demands again.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Kara's eyes burn red from her building heat-vision and Rick leans closer, "oh, wow, it's even cooler up close. You hurt me, you'll never find her. And she'll die. Slowly."

. . .

"He looks normal," Winn says, watching as two DEO agents lead Rick Malverne into the interrogation room.

"He was nice in school," Kara says, crossing her arms.

"He used to carry (Y/n)'s bookbag," Alex agrees. Lena raises an eyebrow and Alex shrugs.

"Why is he doing this to her?" Kara wonders aloud.

"I tried reading his mind, but he seems to be blocking me somehow," J'oon says.

"Let me in there," Maggie turns to J'oon. "I can talk to him."

J'oon considers Maggie for a moment before he nods. "All right."

. . .

Maggie sits down in a chair across from Malverne, Kara and Alex framed in the doorway.

"Detective Sawyer," Malverne considers Maggie, leaning forward slightly. "And they say there's never a cop around when you need one."

"So you know me?" Maggie crosses her arms.

"Of course," Malverne smiles, leaning back in his chair. "I took a whole year planning this. Watching (Y/n). Preparing. I know everything.

"How did you know I was Supergirl?" Kara asks, crossing her arms.

"The day at the beach," Malverne replies, meeting Kara's eyes. "Before you started wearing glasses.

"Hey, Rick," a young Alex greets a young Rick Malverne, Kara and (Y/n) standing behind her. (Y/n) was gently explaining things to Kara in a low voice.

"A bunch of us are heading to Swan Beach after school," Rick says, resturing towards the direction of the nearby beach. "You and (Y/n) wanna come?" Rick smiles over at the two year younger (Y/n).

"Back then," Rick says, pulling Kara and Alex from the memory, "I had no idea that (Y/n) would end up playing for the other team, so to speak."

"You're new sister is kinda weird," Rick says, gesturing to a young Kara who was looking up at the sky with wide, amazed eyes. A young (Y/n) rests her hand on Kara's shoulder, looking amused.

"Then there was a crash," Malverne goes on.

Kara charges to a car, pulling a woman and a baby from the burning wreckage.

The rest of the kids run up the hill to see a young woman hugging Kara with one arm and cradling her baby with the other.

"And her older sister walked away without a scratch. People at school said it was adrenaline, but, uh . . . "

"But you didn't believe that," Maggie finishes, meeting Malverne's gaze steadily.

"I saw Kara Danvers do something amazing," Malverne glances over at Kara. "And it stayed with me. I knew Kara was living in National City, and then Supergirl showed up in National City . . ." he chuckles. "I put two and two together. I knew it was you."

"What happened to you?" Alex asks, leaning forward. "I remember when (Y/n) and Alex had the chicken pox, and I was eating lunch by myself. You came and sat with me.

Rick chuckles. "I was fourteen. And I didn't have the nice house or the perfect family you three had." Maggie stands up from her seat.

"You think we had it easy?" Kara asks, unfolding her arms. "You have no idea what either of my sisters sacrificed for me. Or what I was going through!"

Malverne straightens in his seat, fixing his eyes on Kara. "Why, because you had to hide your superpowers? I was hiding bruises! Do you know what it's like to have your mother tell you you're garbage every single night? A belt whenever you had the wrong opinion? And then I found a lifeline. A dad my mom kept from me. And he saved me from her and he moved away from Midvale. And even though he was already struggling, he always made sure there was food on the table and he got me enough money to go to college. And then three years ago, the state took him from me."

"Your father killed two people," Maggie says, leaning against a wall, her arms crossed. "He confessed."

"They had it coming," Malverne replies, leaning back in his seat. "And now I'm gonna rescue him just like he rescued me. Alex shifts uncomfortably, leaving the room without another word. "I can't believe we're still talking about me! You have twenty-four hours and eleven minutes." Kara stiffens as Rick continues, "Come on, Kara, show us some of that rah-rah Midvale Junior High Spirit." Malverne is yelling now. "Free my dad! Or your sister dies."

Kara growls, zooms over, flips the table, and pins Malverne to the wall.

"Oh, you use half this much gusto in springing my dad, you'll have your sister back for game night."

"Kara! We're done here!" Maggie's voice cracks.

Kara lets go of Malverne and the man drops to the ground. "Hey. You know what'll be fun?" he asks. Maggie frowns, an eyebrow raising as she steps back from the man. "Finding out which of the three of you loves her more. "Honestly, I wouldn't know where to place my bet," he sneers and Maggie swallows thickly.

Kara frowns at the man and after a minute, the three women go to leave the room, Maggie pausing for a second.

"Go Stallions," Malverne grins.

Both Kara and Maggie leave the room. "I'm giving him one more minute, then I'm going back in there," Kara says.

"No," Maggie replies.

Alex straightens from where she'd slumped against the doorframe.

"Let him sweat it a little. We got what we wanted," Maggie reasons.

"What?" Kara questions, looking down into Maggie's eyes. "All we know i show he knows my identity."

"We know that Rick's pinned his whole sense of self-worth on Peter Thompson," Maggie says. "Thompson is the key to getting (Y/n) back."

Kara's angry eyes seems to extinguish as she considers Maggie's words.

. . .

An hour or so later, Maggie leads Peter Thompson into Malverne's interrogation room.

"Ricky," Thompson says, walking towards his son.

"Dad," Malverne gets up from his seat.

Thompson pauses before moving to hug his son. "All that time inspiration, I imagined a day when . . . I could talk to you without a pane of glass between us."

"The DEO moved heaven and Earth to free this man," Maggie says. "We did what you wanted. Now, tell us where (Y/n) is."

"No. No, not until my father and I are far from here," Malverne says.

"You think we're stupid?" Maggie questions. "I showed you mine. Your turn."

"So you can toss us in Gitmo?" Thompson asks. "Not gonna happen."

Maggie shakes her head in disbelief.

"Maybe he gives you a piece. A little token of goodwill," Thompson adds. "You gotta give them something, Ricky. That's how it works. Just tell them where she is." Thompson narrows his eyes at his son.

"Well, you really nailed his essence, I'll give you that," Malverne says.

"What?" Maggie asks, stepping forward, her arms crossing.

"I mean, that thing . . ." Malverne says, studying his father's face. "He couldn't decide whether to hug me or not. That's vintage Dad." Malverne sits back down in his metal chair.

"What are you talking about?" Thompson asks, walking up to stand beside the table.

"My father would never be playing these games. He'd be wanting to get the hell away from here and making sure that he never went back to prison," his expression is one of anger. "I've been planning this for a year. Do you really think I didn't prepare for you," Malverne pauses, looking up at Thompson, "Martian?"

Thompson walks over to Maggie and shifts back into himself.

"You're down to twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes," Malverne says as he gazes a Maggie and J'oon. "And counting."

Maggie closes her eyes, pressing her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose.

. . .

(Y/n) looks around her containment module. Her eyes narrow as she looks up at the camera.

(Y/n) pulls off her jacket and belt. She climbs up, pulling the camera off the wall.

"Okay," she breathes, having taken apart the camera.

(Y/n) bites down on the end of her belt, snaps a card from her wallet, and pulling down the shoulder of her shirt. She whimpers as she digs the sharp end of the card into her shoulder. (Y/n)'s teeth bare down on the belt, her chest heaving as she finally pulls her tracker from out of her shoulder.

(Y/n) spits out the belt, her chest heaving. "That sucked," (Y/n) grumbles, blinking back her tears. She connects her tracker to the camera after pulling out a few wires.

. . .

"I just got a software update request from one of our trackers," an agent says, peering at the computer screen. "System's not recognizing the IP address."

"She's a little genius!" Winn says. Winn runs down the hall. "Guys! We found (Y/n). I found her."

Kara - who is standing with Mon-El, Alex, and Lena - turns to face Winn. "You did?" Kara asks frantically.

"We got a ping from her subdermal tracker," Winn explains. "She's not far!"

Kara runs over to the door where she finds Maggie sitting at the table across from Malverne.

"Maggie. Winn found (Y/n)," Kara says, and Maggie turns to look at Kara. Alex is framed in the doorway, her eyes wide with hope.

"What? How?" Maggie asks, getting up from her chair.

"I guess you underestimated my sister," Kara says, glaring at Malverne. "Let's go," Kara turns and marches towards the door.

Maggie pauses, turning to study Malverne.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Malverne says, his gaze flicking between the Danvers' sisters and Maggie.

"You're delusional," Kara turns to face Malverne. "The second we get back here with (Y/n), you're going to prison with your dad."

Malverne shrugs, looking at the table in front of him. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Kara strides the room, but Alex and Maggie study Malverne.

Maggie and Alex runs out of the room. "Watch him," Maggie tells the guard as she runs past him after Kara. "Hey, stop," Maggie tells Kara. "Malverne still thinks he's in control," she tells her.

Kara turns, looking highly annoyed with Maggie at this point.

"He's not acting like someone who just lost," Alex adds. "He didn't even flinch. It's like he expected this."

"No, no, no, we are not listening to that psycho," Kara says, walking closer to the two. "Every minute we wait for matters."

"I - I want to get her as badly as you do," Maggie retorts, "but we can't punch our way out of this. We've got to get this right."

"If the shoe were on the other foot, (Y/n) would already be out the door. I'm not waiting," Kara argues.

"You're not the only one who cares about her!" Maggie says, her voice rising.

"I'm going!" Kara yells over her shoulder as she strides out of the DEO, Alex running after her.

Maggie swallows thickly and looks at the ground.

. . .

Alex and Kara smash through the roof of a warehouse, and (Y/n) hears the thump on the ground. Kara lets go of Alex's arm.

(Y/n) scrambles to her feet. "Kara! Alex!" she shouts.

"(Y/n)!" both the sisters yell.

"I'm down here!"

Kara runs over, pulling a sheet of metal off the floor.

(Y/n) hears the noise and looks around hopefully, but she doesn't see anyone coming to her aid.

All Kara and Alex see is a laptop and a countdown clock. The words, NOW YOU HAVE FOUR is spray-painted onto the wall.

"Four? What . . ." Kara asks, but there is a rapid beeping from the clock and the time now reads 4:00:00.

There is a grinding noise, and water begins spraying in from one of the pipes.

The twoolders Danvers' sisters watch, terrified as their sister looks frantically around.

(Y/n) grabs her jacket from the floor and presses it to the pipe, hoping to stop the flow of the water.

. . .

Kara and Alex march through the door of the interrogation room, Kara's fists balled. Alex sets the laptop on the table, opening it and turning it towards Malverne.

"Where is she?" Kara crosses her arms.

Malverne shrugs. "I told you not to go down there . . ."

"Tell us where she is," Alex slams a fist on the table.

"I gave you thirty-six hours to break my father out of prison," Malverne relaxes in his chair. "But you didn't listen. So now, that room is gonna fill up with water in less than four hours. I think it's time you got moving."

Kara's lip quivers. "Let me talk to (Y/n)."

Rick leans forward and presses a few of the keys and there is a beep.

Kara turns the laptop around and leans down to talk to her sister through the computer.

"(Y/n)," Kara says, her voice quavering.

"Kara! Alex! I sent out a signal, I thought you were coming," (Y/n) says, the water up to her waist now.

"He re-routed the IP address. He sent us somewhere else. Do you have any idea where you are?" Alex asks, her eyes wide with worry.

"I was unconscious. I could be hours away or I could be in the city," (Y/n) replies, a frown spreading across her face. "I don't know." Despite how far (Y/n) was away from the camera, both Kara and Alex can see the fear on their little sister's face.

Rick leans forward. "(Y/n), it's Rick. I don't want to hurt you. I keep on telling your sisters that. Tell them to get my father, and this can all be over. You can come home and get dry."

"No. Alex. Kara. No," (Y/n) says, pointing at the camera. "You do not give that terrorist what he wants. You cannot let yourselves be blackmailed. You cannot open yourselves up to that, ever. Do you understand me? You're both better than me." Again, despite her words, her widened eyes display her fear and worry.

Maggie enters the room and, seeing (Y/n) on the screen, runs over. "(Y/n)!"

"Maggie!" (Y/n) calls.

"I'm right here," Maggie replies, her tone softening.

"Maggie, I need to speak to you alone," (Y/n) says, and Maggie immediately grabs the laptop and walks out of the room, cradling the laptop to her chest for a moment.

"Honey, everyone here is working hard and we're going to find you," Maggie says and her voice cracks. She sits down on the floor, her back against a wall.

"The water is rising fast and there are things that I need to say," (Y/n) says, looking up into the camera, her eyes softening as though she really was meeting her girlfriend's gaze.

"No," Maggie's voice cracks. "Don't start talking like this is the end."

"I don't want it to be, but in the case that it is . . ."

"It's not!" Maggie cuts her girlfriend off. "You're a badass, Danvers. And you're gonna figure out a way to get yourself out of there or you're gonna hold on until I find you." Maggie's voice quavers.

"Maggie, listen to me, please," (Y/n) tries again.

"No," Maggie interrupts, tears welling in her eyes. "W-we just started t-this, you and me, and i-it's not g-going to end. Not today. Not for a long time. We just had our first Valentine's Day and I wanna do more with you. I-I want more firsts." (Y/n) looks up into the camera again and she doesn't worry about wiping her tears. "I want to have a first vacation. We haven't even argued about where we're gonna go yet or how to load the dishwasher. Or what to name our first dog. Do you want to get a dog? A cat? Both?" The tears are falling freely down both women's faces now.

(Y/n) smiles slightly. "Both? Let's name the dog Gertrude." Her eyes sparkle with amusement.

"See," Maggie smiles, her expression watery, "there's a lifetime of firsts that we're going to do together. So, you hold on, okay? Hold on until I get to you. Promise. Promise me!"

"I . . ." (Y/n) starts but the video cuts off.

"What?" Maggie says, typing furiously on the keyboard. "(Y/n)!" Maggie, frustrated, throws the laptop to the ground.

"What happened?" Kara runs over where Maggie is sitting.

This distraught woman stands up. "I t-told you not to rush in. Now you've made things worse."

"I did what I thought was right," Kara retorts.

Alex, Lena, Winn, and Mon-El run into the hallway.

"I should have been heard," Maggie goes on, not noticing that the others had appeared. "I should have been listened to. I'm her girlfriend."

"I'm her sister," Kara snarls in return.

"And you think that trumps me?" Maggie questions, taking a step forward. "That you know what's right for her. I . . . I got her to be herself, Kara. I-I have j-just as much to lose as you. You should've listened to me."

Maggie turns around and storms away.

. . .

There is a beep as Maggie enters Malverne's interrogation room.

Malverne straightens, studying Maggie closely.

Maggie sits down at the other side of the table, crossing her arms and resting her elbows on the table.

"Under two hours," Malverne says, leaning back in his chair. "The clock is ticking fast," he comments.

"I know," Maggie replies, leaning forward in her chair. "And if it ticks down completely, we both lose. And I don't think you want to lose."

A ghost of a smile spreads across Malverne's face, "Neither do you." Malverne pauses. "I was wrong about Kara," he says. "She's too much of a Girl Scout to do what needs to be done. I misjudged her. Alex," he shrugs, "she can't do anything with Kara in her way. I may have discounted you. You're a cop. You could just walk into that prison and break my father free if you wanted to. You care for her."

Maggie simply blinks.

"I've seen that," Malverne goes on.

"Stalking us," Maggie says, leaning forward a bit more.

"The way you look at her," Malverne says, his expression softening a little. "The way your hand touches her hand when you're walking down the street."

Maggie's eyes water and she bites her bottom lip and looks down at the tabletop.

"Love can make people do things that they don't normally do," Malverne goes on. "So please, help us bring home the people we love.

. . .

(Y/n) could no longer touch the floor of her containment module, as so much water had flooded into it.

(Y/n) holds her breath, diving to the bottom to grab her belt.

She lets out a strangled yell as she tries to close the valve with the belt.

Her chest heaving, (Y/n) resurfaces, greedily gulping in air.

Wrapping the belt around her hand, she dives down and punches at the glass, trying to get it to break.

Getting desperate, (Y/n) pulls off her cargo pants, leaving her in a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers.

Resurfacing again, (Y/n) uses the space left to tie the legs of her pants and fills the other end with air.

(Y/n) puts the makeshift life-vest over her head.

. . .

"Please tell me you have something," Alex says, emotion surging over her.

"We've literally tried everything, all right?" Winn says, his hair disheveled from the continuous motion of running his hands through it. "I've checked family holdings, bank accounts, call logs from the prison . . . There's nothing."

Alex lets out a suppressed sob, resting her head in her hands.

"I'm gonna talk to Maggie and see if she's got anything else out of him.

Kara looks at the computer monitor projecting the camera looking into Malverne's room, but (Y/n) isn't there.

"Where . . . where's Maggie?" Kara asks, and Winn and Mon-El turn to look at the screen.

. . .

Maggie glances around the corner of the prison wall but stops when she hears the guard's keys jingling together. She waits until the guard walks through a set of double doors to moves. She strides up to one of the metal pipes and places a projector in front of a camera so that the guards watching the cameras wouldn't see what she is about to do.

Maggie jogs through the projection, her face set in determined lines.

She blows the lock on Peter Thompson's door. "What the hell are you doing?" Thompson asks as Maggie grabs his upper arm.

"Taking you to your son," Maggie's voice cracks.

Maggie lifts (Y/n)'s raygun and shoots two cameras as she makes her way through the prison.

"Nice gun," Thompson comments.

"It's my girlfriend's," Maggie says shortly, pushing Thompson forward.

"Maggie, you know (Y/n) wouldn't want you to do this," Kara says in her Supergirl uniform.

"All I care about is getting her back alive," Maggie says, her eyes burning. "You were right, sometimes words don't work."

"Sometimes punching doesn't either," Kara counters. "She just came from your son. She was with him all day, trying to turn him," Thompson turns to look at Maggie, "make him understand. You know what kind of words your son's been using? Words like 'rescue' and 'love.' He says he wants to rescue you, like you rescued him," Kara steps forward, her arms crossed across her chest. But if he kills (Y/n) Danvers, he'll never be rescued. He'll have to live with that for the rest of his life. And that'll be his hell," Kara's voice softens. "Now, you've done a lot of bad things in your life, but you've done one thing you can be proud of. You were a father. A good one. You were there for your son during the toughest time of his life and that's what you need to do again now. If he kills her, you will have failed at the one good thing you've done with your life. Be a father now."

A timer beeps on Maggie's phone, and fear strikes through her. "She's out of time."

"Please, is there anywhere he would have taken her?" Kara asks.

"There's one place," Thompson says.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, and Kara open the garage door of the storage facility and they run in, Maggie freezing with horror at the sight of her girlfriend in the glass chamber.

Kara speeds over and puts a fist through the glass and all the water - as well as (Y/n) - flow through the hole in the glass.

(Y/n) coughs up water as she rolls onto her side.

"Thank God," Maggie says, pulling (Y/n)'s head into her lap. "She's okay. She's alright."

Maggie lifts (Y/n) head up as she chokes on the water, coughing it up. Maggie rests her chin on (Y/n)'s head, before pressing a few kisses to the same spot. (Y/n) grabs Maggie's hand and squeezes it weakly.

"You held on," Kara says, pressing her hands to her sister's pale cheeks; Alex grabs (Y/n)'s other hand,

"I-I h-eld on," (Y/n) stammers. Then she looks up into Maggie's eyes, which are soft with affection.

Maggie cradles (Y/n) head and presses her lips to her girlfriend's forehead.

. . .

The four women return to the DEO, (Y/n) asleep in the MedBay while Maggie stares out the window, relaxed by the soft patter of the rain and her girlfriend safe.

"Hey, you," (Y/n) says hoarsely and Maggie turns, relief evident on her face. "You okay?" she rasps.

A look of disbelief spreads across Maggie's face. "Am I okay?" (Y/n) asks softly, settling down in a chair and taking (Y/n)'s hands in her own, a look of tender affection on her face. "Are you kidding? That was really clever, with the whole Navy Seal thing with your pants. What was that?" Maggie smiles and (Y/n) laughs weakly.

"Well, I knew I just had to buy a couple of seconds," (Y/n) says, and a tear trails down her cheek. "I knew you were going to come."

Maggie' gaze softens.

"You didn't let me finish before, but I, um . . ." (Y/n) pauses.

"What?" Maggie murmurs.

"I just really have to say it now," (Y/n) continues.

"(Y/n) . . ."

"It's okay, it's okay," (Y/n) says as she sits up, Maggie shooting out a hand to help. Maggie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns to gaze deeply into (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. "Those firsts that you talked about . . ." (Y/n) says, her voice a whisper because of how close her face is to Maggie's. Maggie nods, a soft smile on her face. "I want to have them all with you." (Y/n)'s eyes get watery. "I never want to stop having firsts with you. I love you, Maggie Sawyer.

"I love you, (Y/n) Danvers," Maggie murmurs, her eyes still watery.

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Chapter 1, Traveling the Universes, Pern, Monster Musume and DanMachi

This is how everything in my life changed. I'm reminding you of how it all started because I'm going to be visiting new universes and I thought I would remind you of how everything started.

I've pretty much changed everything in the RWBY and Dragonriders of Pern universes, so I'm going to start visiting the Monster Musume and DanMachi or "Is it Wrong to Try to Pick up Girls in a Dungeon," universes.

I will be going back to the RWBY and Pern Universes from time to time. I still have a few more things to do. But with more time on my hands, I'm going to visit different Universes.

Prologue/Authors Notes:

This is what I would like to change ‘if’ I could go to Pern, from “The Dragonriders of Pern” series by Ann McCaffery, and The RWBY Universe, by Rooster Teeth. This is the daydreams of, 'if’, I was able to travel to different universes and had powers given to me by way of CYOA’s (Create Your Own Adventures). Nothing here is official or canon. It is all what happens (or what could happen) If you gain powers/abilities and can travel to fictional universes that you read about or watch and want to see how it would be to live in these alternat universes and have a chance to make some changes in them. Hopefully for the better.

Many of the CYOA’s give you companions/waifus. So, there are many girls from the CYOA’s. This does NOT mean anything untoward is going on. So, get you mind out of the gutter.

There are 100's to 1,000's of CYOA's. The first one I chose gives you huge amounts of powers and abilities. It also gives you the ability to give others powers and abilities. Plus, it allows you, if you choose, to use other CYOA's with extra points or extra choices.

Chapter 1

I had decided to take a drive in the country. It’s something we did when I was younger. We’d all pile into the car and Dad would drive us around in the country. It’s something I hadn’t done in a long time, so I decided to do it today. Something to do to get out of the house.

After driving for a while and looking at the countryside. The last thing I remember of the drive is a tire blowing and the car skidding and flipping. Then everything went black.

I had to be dreaming or hallucinating, because I heard a voice in the blackness. A voice I had never heard before. “Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you.” It didn’t make any sense, because at the moment, my wishes or dreams were to not die.

There were flashes, images and bits in the blackness, but I couldn’t remember what they were.

Waking up I found myself on the ground, laying in the grass on my back. Opening my eye I saw the sky, right before it was blocked from my view by a cute face. Typical reaction, I had died and gone to heaven, but that really didn’t seem right. Looking at the girl standing over me, I knew I should know who she was. But how or why I should know her, I didn’t know.

She grinned at me. “You can get up Eilwyn. You're okay.” (She pronounced it El-win.)

Slowly moving my arms and legs, and when nothing hurt, I sat up. Then I took a closer look at the girl. Even though I was sitting on the ground, and she was standing up. It looked like she would be shorter than I am. Maybe 5 feet tall. She had dark amber eyes, and brown hair that the sun was hitting her hair and giving it highlights. Usually highlights are red or blond, but her highlights were red, blue, teal, peach, and purple, with a metallic sheen to them. Titanium came to mind. She has a slim build.

Taima

Eilwyn! Why would she use that name for me. It isn’t my real name, and I’ve told only one person about the reason behind that name. I looked to where my car was. It’s not in the greatest of shape. Broken out windows, the roof buckled in on one side, and both tires on the side I could see were flat. Not sure if it would be totaled or the insurance company would repair it.

I had just been thrown about seventy-five feet from my car and nothing was broken, nothing hurt and no scrapes or cuts. I turned and looked at the girl again. The girl that looked so familiar, but I still can’t figure out where I’d seen her before. “H-how do you know I’m okay? And how do you know who I am?”

She giggled. “I’m, 'Your Own Familiar’ your Companion.”

'My own Familiar, my Companion? I have a Familiar?’ I thought to myself. 'How could that be possible. That was a CYOA I had created, 'Your Own Familiar’.’

[Yes, you have a Familiar and I’m her.] She cocked her head to the side. I heard her in my head. [I can hear what you're saying in your head, and you can hear what I’m saying in my head. You know, telepathy.] She sent to me, grinning.

'My Familiar/Companion, and I can talk to her, telepathically. I started running ideas though my head. It couldn’t be… could it?’ I thought.

[Well, I’m here.] She sent to me.

“Or I’m dreaming, or hallucinating.” I replied.

My car is probably totaled so I figured I’d try a test. Still sitting on the ground, I reach my hand out towards my wrecked car. Holding my hand out in front of me, thinking of my car, I close my hand into a fist. As I did, the car twisted and crushed in the sides. Making it totally undrivable and a total wreck.

I remember what the voice in the darkness said. 'Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you.’ I looked back at the girl and a name comes to me. “Taima? Your Taima?”

“That’s me, and it looks like your dreams have come true.” Taima said sitting down beside me.

I had to remember the dreams, or wishes I’d had. “Could this be about the folder on my computer titled CYOA’s?” I asked out loud to myself.

Taima giggled. “It looks like it. I seem to know that I have only been here for a couple minutes, but I have memories farther back than that, OOHHH! I hear sirens!” She said and put her hands over her ears.

I could hear the sirens also.

“If this is all true and I’m not insane, dreaming or hallucinating. You can change into a wolf, right? Change into a Timber Wolf. I don’t think we need them seeing you right now. Well see you in human form, anyways.” I looked at Taima beside me. “It’s going to be difficult enough explaining all this without another person to explain about.”

The next moment Taima was no longer the cute youngish looking girl, but now a Timber Wolf.

I motioned to Taima and told her. “Go on over there on the rise. It’s going to be difficult enough convincing the cops that I’m not hurt without having to explain how you were in the wreck and didn’t get hurt as well.”

Taima trotted up the rise and looked back at me. “Can you make it over the fence?” I asked her.

She looked at the fence, then I hear in my head. No problem.

As I watched, Taima “Blinked” to the other side of the fence. Blink is a short distance teleportation, no more than 100 feet in distance and in line of sight.

“That answers that question.” I said.

She cocked her head to the side. What question is that?

“How we are going to get home. At least I hope we can teleport home.” I could see a cop car just down the road with its lights on. I’m guessing it’s a Sheriff’s car, since we are in the country.

I didn’t want to, but in this instance, I had to. I tried out my new mind control abilities to make the sheriff’s deputy believe I wasn’t hurt, which I wasn’t, in the accident. It is the truth, but how do you convince someone that when the car you wrecked in, is totaled and you walk away unharmed.

The Shariff called for a tow truck. While we were waiting for the tow truck to arrive, the sheriff took some pictures of my car. I asked him to send copies to me so I could use them for my insurance.

After my car was on the back of the wrecker and headed off and the Sheriff was on his way. “I need to get home, now.” I told Taima.

['We’, need to get home.] I heard in my head along with a giggle.

“Sorry, this is going to take a little while to get used to.” I looked over at Taima. “We need to get home.” I looked around. “I don’t think flying would be a good idea. I think I need to practice some place no one will see me. Besides flying would draw too much attention.”

The wolf Taima 'Blinked’ to my side. I looked down at her and scratch her head between her ears. “Let’s give Teleporting a try, shall we?” I pictured my back yard. No need popping into the front yard where anyone could see. I imagine myself being there. I look down at Taima. “That is how you do it, correct? Picture where you want to go, concentrate on that location and 'will’ yourself there?” I asked her.

Taima looked back at me and just nodded her head, yes. Which is funny seeing a wolf nod it’s head like a human.

The next moment I or rather we, were in my back yard. It took a moment for me to re-orient myself.

“Wow! That was interesting.” I looked around, to make sure no one saw us 'port’ into the back yard. We started walking to the front of the house. “This is… 'our’ house.” I said to Taima.

Taima trotted beside me. [One of them.] She sent, and I heard giggling in my head again.

I stopped walking and looked down at Taima. “Yah. If this has something to do with my 'dreams’ then there should be at least one more house. If it’s what I think it is, I want to wait a little while before I - we,” I nodded towards Taima. “Go looking for it.” I started walking again. I reached into my front pocket and pulled my keys out, to unlock the front door.

Looking over to the garage. “I guess I’ll need to get another car. I’ll wait and see what happens. I think I’m going to be busy for a while figuring all this out. But then, with all the abilities I’m supposed to have now, I don’t really need a car. If I’m not dreaming or hallucinating, that is.” Unlocking the front door, I held it open for Taima to enter first. After I’d entered the house, I shut the door. “Human form please.”

Yes master. Taima giggled. “I am your Familiar after all.” She was back in the human form, she had been in after the wreck.

I staired at Taima for a couple seconds. “I prefer companion or friend. "I know we are connected, and you pretty much have to do what I tell you. But I prefer you to be more of a companion. I’ll try to let you make a lot of your own decisions. With us being connected or linked telepathically, I’m guessing you’ll know what I want as soon as I know.” I shrugged my shoulders. Being connected that way I wouldn’t know if what she did was her own idea or what I was thinking or wanting. I’d just have to let things run their course and live with whatever happens. Although I did know that if I didn’t treat her well, she could leave. That is, if any Familiar wasn’t treated well by their 'master’ the Familiar can leave.

I went online and checked my bank account to see how much money was in it, because one of my “dreams or CYOA’s” gave me some money. Well, quite a bit of money. And yes, there was quite a bit more money in my account than should be. Well quite a bit is another understatement of how much more money was in my account. There was enough for me to live off of for the rest of my life. As long as I didn’t go crazy with it. No, I lie. If I’m correct, I have immortality, so the money would not really last very long, in that since. “I should go in and put most of the money into a savings account or invest it.” I said talking more to myself than to Taima.

There should have been more money in my account. But thinking of what I had wanted. The money could be divided between three accounts or three places, but that would have to wait before I could check it out.

Sitting on the couch, I leaned back, rubbed my eyes and face with my hands. “OH, this is a lot to get used to.” I looked at Taima, who was smiling at me. Then it hit me. I didn’t have my glasses on. Yet, I could clearly see her. Well, I can see better than I could 'with’ my glasses. I heaved a big sigh. If this 'is’ about my 'dreams’ then I don’t need glasses anymore. I went into the bathroom. I wanted to see what I looked like. My reflection was close to the same as before the accident. But my gray hair was gone. I was the same height as before, but some of my facial features were a little different. All my old aches and pains were gone as well, and my hair was thicker and fuller. It was dark brown but there were blue highlights. BLUE highlights! And my eyes are now a bright teal color. Where did those colors come from! Thinking about it, I did know where the colors might have come from. But it’s still a shock seeing myself with these changes. And the real surprise was I had a full set of teeth. I’d had them removed because of how bad they had gotten. But it didn’t matter any more. My skin tone was a little darker. It’s a little darker than a light tan. It looked like some of my ethnic heritage was more prominent than they used to be.

I looked about the same, so anyone that knew me would probably recognize me. But I looked different enough that I could pass as my own brother or cousin.

Taima came into the bathroom and saw the shocked look on my face. “Isn’t this what you wanted. What you dreamed about?” She asks.

“I guess so. But dreaming of being able to do things like this and REALLY being able to do them, are two different things. Along with the changes in my looks. AND this is NOTHING I thought would really happen to me. I guess it’s like living from paycheck to paycheck and suddenly winning the Power Ball. I want to believe it, but is it real, or a dream. If it’s real I don’t want to go running around using my abilities all over the place. That would make me a target for all sorts of people… And I’m not sure what to do next. I should probably take a few days to get used to what’s happening, get used to what I can do, and get used to my new looks.” I looked at Taima. “And get used to having someone else around all the time.” I headed to the kitchen. [I’m getting something to drink. Do you want anything?] I said in my head, seeing if Taima would hear it.

I’m not Thirsty. Taima sent back. She had followed me as far as the doorway into the kitchen.

“I’m not… thirsty… either.” I stopped and looked at the refrigerator. “I’m not thirsty.” I walked back and looked at Taima. “I’m not thirsty.” I said again, sounding like a broken record. “That’s because of you right? Sustenance?”

Taima giggled. “Or Endurance. Could be either one or both.”

With Sustenance I don’t have to eat, drink, breath or sleep. But I can do all of those things if I want to. Endurance lets me work or run all day without needing to rest, and I don’t need to eat.

“I’m not thirsty.” I said again. “BUT, I’m still getting something to drink. Do you want anything?”

“I’ll take the same as you, sweet tea.” She replied.

I went back into the kitchen and poured two glasses of tea. I took them back into the living room, and hand one to Taima. Then I sat down beside her. I stood back up and fished in my pants pocket. Pulling out my keys, I saw two new keys on my key ring. Holding them up so we both could see them. “For the other house?” It was a statement as well as a question.

Taima looked the keys over. “I believe so. Should we go and take a look?”

I put the keys back in my pocket and sat back down. “Not yet. I don’t think I’m ready for Thread and fire breathing dragons, quit yet.” At least I believe that is where the new house will be. I took a drink of my tea. “I still want to get used to everything before I go traveling to other universes.” I took another drink of tea. “I wonder…”

“Where your weapon is?” Taima finished my sentence. I gave her a dirty look, and she giggled. “Sorry, I know I don’t have to finish your sentences for you, just because I know what your thinking. Right?”

“Right. But yes, I wonder where my weapon is. Is it, in the Armory or in the little storage pocket dimension?” I finished.

Taima looked thoughtful for a moment. I heard her thoughts, but I ignored them. I didn’t want to always be listening into what she was thinking. “Well since you don’t have it yet, they could be in either the Armory or the storage space (Meaning the small personal pocket dimension about the size of a large closet).”

I cut in. “But since I can summon it to me at any time. I could probably summon it to me now. Right?”

Taima nodded her head, yes. “Any time you want too, if I understand how, it works correctly.”

“What to do, what to do.” I said more to myself than to Taima. “I can’t really do much in the light of day.” I thought for a couple minutes. “I’ve been wanting a fence around the backyard. I could practice my Earth Control by putting up a stone or earthen fence-wall around the back yard…” I started, but before I could finish my thoughts, there was a knock at the front door.

I looked at Taima. “I’m not expecting anyone.” Getting up, I go and opened the front door. Standing on the front porch was a girl. Any female younger than myself or under the age of 55, the age I was, I call a girl. And this one looked to be around my age. Or at least my 'new’ age of 20. Like Taima, she looked familiar. “Hello.” I said.

The girl looked at me for a moment. “I was told you were looking for roommates and to come to this address. I am called Robbie.” She gave a weak smile. “I was told my name was a joke, but I don’t understand it.” Robbie is about my height, maybe a tad shorter. Her hair is a Silver/grey color. If that’s really a hair color. Her hair is short, a bob cut is what I believe they call it. And blue eyes.

That is where you remember her. Taia said in my head.

“Ya… uh… ya. I remember something about roommates.” It wasn’t the truth, but then it wasn’t exactly a lie either. It was part of one of the CYOA’s. “Well, this isn’t the place you’ll be staying. I’ll have to…” A car was pulled into the driveway. I watched it pull in. “Another one?”

Robbie turned to look at the car. “Another one?” She asked, confused by what I had said.

“Ya, I believe it might be another 'roommate’. I don’t know of anyone else that would be showing up right now.” I told Robbie.

The car came to a stop, and the driver’s door opened and out stepped another girl. A name came to me, as I heard Amber, in my head. I looked at Taima and nodded my head, in agreement, as the girl walked up to the porch. “Amber? Your Amber, right?” I asked.

“Hi, big brother. Long time no see.” Amber said and laughed, as she stepped onto the porch. She reached her arms out and took me in her arms and gave me a hug.

“That’s something else I’m going to have to get used to, a sister.” I said returning the hug. I released her and stepped back.

Watching Amber, I saw that she is about my height maybe a bit taller than myself. Reddish-brown hair, that reached her shoulders and I could see she had green eyes.

A little sister that is taller than I am. She’ll probably rub it in. But then I do have an advantage I can use if I need to or want to.

I don’t really know how all this works with Amber being my sister. That was part of the CYOA, where she was my long-lost sister. My/our parents had adopted her out when she was a baby. But that was all part of the CYOA not real life. Yet here she is, my long-lost sister. We might be coming close to a paradox.

Turning slightly so I could see Robbie. “This is Robbie, another roommate. Robbie this is my long-lost sister Amber.” Then I motioned for Taima to come out onto the porch. “And this is Taima.” I invite them into the house. We all found seats and got settled. “There should be two more. Well… several more but I’m hoping the rest will be at Tel Aviv Hold.”

“The house is in Israel?” Asked Robbie.

I chuckled. “No, It’s not in Israel. I just call it Tel Aviv Hold. And a Hold is from the Dragonriders of Pern books.” I explained. And there was another knock on the door. “I’m guessing that’s Mercedes, if it’s another roommate, because Yuki can’t knock. At least not yet.” I said. Standing up, I went to the door and opened it. Standing there, is yet another girl. “You would be Mercedes?” I asked. She nodded her head, yes. I invite her in. “You’ll love the lab. You can’t blow it up. But I do have a few things for you to build once we’re at the new house and settled in. And not questioning your skills, but if you're not sure how to build what I want. There will be books for you to read through to give you all the information you’ll need.”

Mercedes nodded her head, with a bit of a surprised look on her face. “I guess I can do that for you. What do you want me to build?”

“Sorry didn’t mean to overload you like that. I’ll tell you later when there’s more time.” I offered her a seat then introduce her all around. “I’ll explain everything once Yuki arrives. No need to repeat myself several times.” I said.

Mercedes looked like the typical tomboy. She is several inches taller than me, with light brown hair cut short and a little spikey on top, with hazel eyes.

Amber piped up. “Who is Yuki? Another roommate?”

I grinned. “Yes, she’s the last roommate of this group. But she’s a bit, shall I say, different. She’s a ghost.” I held up my hands to keep everyone quiet. “But if she has a place to live and to call home. She will get her physical body back. So then, I’m guessing, she will be alive again, gain. It’s a bit strange, but not really any stranger than everything else that’s going on right now.”

Amber grinned. “We have our own ghost? It’ll be like one of the Hogwarts school houses, with Yuki as our house ghost.”

Everyone laughed. “That is probably closer to how it will be than you know…” I started.

As if on cue, the head of a woman popped through the door. “I’m Yuki and I was told you were taking in roommates. Am I at the correct place?” She asked.

Yuki’s taller than me by a few inches. She has long black hair, that reaches the middle of her back, and brown eyes. Her skin is pail, but then she 'is’ a ghost.

Almost at once. “Yes, it is.” “Looks like it.” “You're the last one.” “It appears so.” Everyone broke into laughter.

After getting the laughing under control, I said. “Yes, you're at the right place Yuki. Well it’s the place everyone is meeting at. The new house is in another place. And I guess it’s about time I take you there.” I introduce everyone to Yuki. Then I motion everyone to follow me to the back yard.

[You wanted to practice.] Taima said telepathically.

[Ya, but I didn’t expect to be inundated with roommates, either.] I replied. I had planned on waiting a couple days. But it looks like my mind has been changed. I kind of chuckled to myself.

I lead everyone out to the back yard. Then turning to the group. “About every ability I have is new to me right now. So, taking everyone to the new house is also new. I’ll set up a portal to the house and send Taima through first. She’ll let me know if it’s in the correct place. Then we’ll all go through.”

Taima gave me a dirty look. “That’s right, use me as a guinea pig.” She said out loud so everyone could hear, then she grinned and giggled.

The others looked at each other as if they weren’t sure about any of this.

“Okay, let’s give this a try.” I close my eyes and concentrated on the universe the new house should be in, and the time I want it to be there. Then think of a doorway between this universe and that one. Opening my eyes there was, what looks like, a hole in the air in front of me. The edges of the hole shimmer as if the light is bouncing off of different surfaces. In the middle of the hole was a building, a house, that looks like it has a graveyard in front of it. There are also some trees and bushes that don’t look like anything I’ve ever seen before. “Your up.” I told Taima. “And keep an eye out.”

Taima took a step towards the opening then turned back to me. “I know what to look for.” And she tapped her head by her temple with a finger. Turning back to the portal, she walked through. We could see her looking around, then she headed to the grave yard and out of sight.

Waiting to see if everything was good, I turn to my new roommates. “It looks like the right place. It should only be a minute or two before we know.”

“Where is this place?” Yuki asked.

“It’s a place called Pern. It’s kind of backwards. The people are in about the late middle ages. There’s even dragons, but they aren’t anything to worry about. They work with humans, they don’t hunt or fight humans.” I told them.

“If it’s that backwards. What am I going to do there? I’m a mechanic and they didn’t have much for mechanics to do back then.” Mercedes asked me.

“They are backwards right now. But in about a year, their time, they will be learning a LOT of new things. Right now, they are working on something like a telegraph. And in a year, or what they call a turn, they will find a computer that will teach them HUGE amounts of modern technology. Or at least more modern technology than they have now.” I explained.

Robbie looked confused. “How do you know all that will happen? Can you see the future, or are you guessing?”

I chuckled. “I can open a portal to any real or fictional universe.” I motioned to the portal. “And this portal goes to the universe of Pern. Where they ride dragons and live in a Middle Ages type of world. I’ve read the books, so I know what is going to happen. At least to a point. I’m not sure if once I get there if I can change the story line, or if it runs according to how it is in the books no matter what I do there. But I’m hoping I can change the story line. There’s not a lot I would want to change on Pern but there are a few things I want to try to change.” I said.

“And I plan on going to the RWB*Y, pronounced Ruby, universe later on. And there I plan on changing the story line quite a bit, if I’m able to, that is. I’m guessing that any changes I make will only happen in that Universe and not in the books or DVDs.” I finish.

“So, you want to go to places you’ve read about and change what happens in the story?” Amber asked me.

I grinned. “More or less, yes. RWBY is an anime show as well as manga books, but that doesn’t really matter.” I told her.

“How can you do that?” Amber added.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m not really sure how I can do it. All I know is I’ve been given some abilities and one of them is traveling to different universes, both real and fictional. And once I’m there they become real.” I said.

After waiting a short time. [It looks good. Bring them through.] Taima sent to me. I nodded my head. Then to my new roommates. “It’s all good to go.” At the look on a couple faces, I know they were a little concerned or worried about what they were walking into. “Don’t worry, it’s safe. I’m new at this, so I just wanted to make sure I opened the portal to the correct location. And Taima just informed me it’s good.” Taima walked to where we could see her on the other side of the portal and waved at us.

Making a sweeping motion with my hand to the portal. “Ladies, after you.”

Looking around at each other, Robbie moved first and walked through the portal. There was a slight shimmer, then you could see Robbie standing beside Taima. Mercedes followed after Robbie, then Amber and last, Yuki. Once I walked through the portal I turned around and close it so no one else could come through. Don’t want anyone just walking through the portal.

#Universes #traveling #monsters #dragons #girls #magic #monster girls #pern

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cajunroe · 4 years ago

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make me choose: ↳ elyksina asked: hussars or marines

#war and peace #warandpeaceedit #they're just such fancy bois #this choice is based solely on uniform and historical background #the lobby boys are still definitely tied for first #el you're a monster for making me chose #but also thank you #i tried to get the shots of the variations of uniforms the most but here we are #hope you like it #<3 #my stuff #my gifs

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the-resurrection-3d · 3 years ago

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I've been wondering: how does Luca work with Alberto in your mind? Especially regarding your grooming fic? I agree that Luca has all the emotional power in their relationship, and thus the potential to be an absolute monster if he so chose, but is Luca aware of that? How does he navigate Alberto's deep trauma without obliterating Alberto, unintentionally or otherwise? Or is he not really up to the task?

I swear I saw through time when I got this ask. I have so much to say.

The long and short of it, though, is that Luca works largely through just being there for Alberto-- realizing that he's not equipped to handle it in the way a therapist would (while feeling immensely guilty about that fact, of course), but that what he is equipped to do is listen to Alberto and accept him unconditionally and be his refuge. I think "saint august" is the best fic I have out exemplifying this concept, but there are plenty of other smaller moments in other "grammar of violence" fics. The other best example is from an earlier draft of "happier than ever"-- in retrospect I probably shouldn't have cut it, but whatever:

I just feel like I ask--

-- too much of you, and suddenly you're back under that bridge in Genova feeling the burn of unshed tears in your eyes like someone is holding matches behind them.

(And I'm sitting in the car crying against his chest, thinking about how awful and whiny my voice sounds, how nothing is more beautiful and feels more ugly than this)

He looks at you and holds your hand and says, You really don't. Look, Alberto: I love you. I care about you. I want to help you. I'm --

-- happy to do it.

You smile down at him, brushing your thumb over his cheek. Thanks, babe.

I would also say Luca is aware, on some level, of the emotional power he has, although he conceptualizes it more as his own potential for cruelty. That moment where Alberto outed himself and Luca chose to side with Giulia instead haunts him. Of course, as he gets older, he tries to be kind to himself about it-- I was a child, I didn’t know Alberto’s dad had left him-- but it still haunts him that he could hurt someone so important to him that badly. So he’s careful to not do that to Alberto again... sometimes to the point of backfiring.

Which brings us up to the grooming arc! As my writing partner said last night while we were going over El Dickchompo 2:

see okay like maybe there is something to nickberto where eventually it feels good to be hurt and confronted so painfully cuz at least he's not being treated like he’s made of glass which makes him feel like a rabid animal or a time bomb

So Luca treating Alberto with kid gloves is definitely something they have to address. It’s hard for him to know how else to start, though, because Alberto keeps so much about Nick to himself-- not only does Alberto just generally have a harder time articulating his emotions, but Luca wasn’t really aware of the relationship until after Nick had already fucked off. And everything he does hear is just fucking horrifying. Luca’s just 15 when Alberto’s relationship with Nick ends (in the regular timeline anyway--modern au Nickberto is a whole other can of worms) and he honestly just doesn’t have a concept for this kind of prolonged, intimate, intentional cruelty. People killed sea monsters because they were scared of them; Nick hurt Alberto because he wanted to. (Of course, Nick himself developed motives that were a little more complicated than just “wow I love rape,” but at the end of the day he exactly knew what he was doing. And it’s not like Luca can know or even would care about any of Nick’s baggage.)

Luca does get frustrated sometimes and pushes Alberto, such as in both routes of El Dickchompo 2-- he’s not perfect, he can’t help it, and sometimes Alberto needs it--, but really the worst it gets is on the level of Is it insensitive of me to say, “Get your shit together so I can love you?”

I hope that answered your questions! Thanks for reaching out! I really appreciate when people take an interest in my work c:

#luca #nick tag #grooming mention #2d nonsense #2d asks

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 6 years ago

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S.T. REWRITE - S2:E2; Chapter Two, Trick or Treat, Freak - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

After Will sees something terrible on trick-or-treat night, Mike wonders whether Eleven’s still out there. Tensions grow between Y/n and Mike as does their concern for Will.

||3rd Person POV||

The smell of french toast wafted through the cabin as it sizzled on the frying pan. Hopper glances over his shoulder to see a small figure standing stiff with a white sheet draped over it and two eye holes cut out. The unexpected sight had startled the man.

"Oh, Jesus!"

"Ghost." El stated from under the sheet.

"Yeah, I see that." He said.

Hopper brought the frying pan of french toast over to the counter to serve.

"Halloween."

"Sure is. But now, it's breakfast, okay? Come on, let's eat."

"They wouldn't see me." She said softly, grabbing the man's attention as he brought the food to the table.

"Who wouldn't see you?"

"The bad men."

"What are you talking about?" He said, taking a seat.

"Trick or treat."

He turned to look at her. "You want to go trick-or-treating?"

She stood in silence, confirming his fears.

He frowned and stood up. "You know the rules."

"Yes, but-"

"Yeah, so you know the answer." Hopper softly grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her backwards as he spoke.

"No, but they wouldn't see me." El protested.

"No. Hey. I don't care."

"But they wouldn't see me."

"I don't care, alright?" His voice rose slightly as he bent down to her level. "You go out there, ghost or not, it's a risk. We don't take risks. All right? They're stupid, and..."

"We're not stupid!" She growled.

"Exactly."

"Now, you take that off, sit down and eat. You're food's getting cold."

With a pout on her face, El ripped the sheet off her head, letting it fall to the ground. She let her small body collapse in the chair across from Hopper and she stared at the floor sadly.

Hopper noticed the longing in El, and he felt the remorse and guilt creeping in. He finished pouring syrup on both of their plates and sighed, head leaning against his palm as he rubbed his face.

"All right, look... how about I get off early tonight, and I buy us a bunch of candy, and we can sit around and get fat, and we watch a scary movie together."

"How's that for a compromise?"

The young girl gave him a puzzled look and the foreign word.

"Co-Compromise?"

"C-O-M-promise. Compromise. How about that's your word for the day? Yeah? It's something that's in-between. It's like halfway happy."

"By, 5-1-5?" She asked hopefully.

He nodded his head. "5:15. Yeah, sure."

She looked down at her lap and then back at him. "Promise?"

He leaned forward, looking her in the eye and nodding his head firmly. "Yes. I promise.

She lightly shrugged her shoulders. "Halfway happy."

She grabbed her fork and began eating. Hopper smiled at her softly and leaned forward and ruffled her curly hair, bringing out a light chuckle from El.

The two fell into a comfortable silence for the rest of the morning. El tried desperately to enjoy the company while it lasted, knowing in just a few short hours she would be left alone with her thoughts once more.

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"Will? Come on, honey, up and at 'em." Joyce Byers stops at the end of the hall and she can feel her stomach plunge as she see finds her youngest son's room empty.

"Will?"

The dreaded sense of dejavu creeps in and she rushes to the end of the hall where Jonathan is making breakfast.

"Jonathan?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's Will?"

"What?"

"Where's Will?"

"He's not in his room?"

"No."

Suddenly there was a small clank that came from the bathroom.

Joyce rushed to the door in a panic, her heart pounding. She threw the door open to find Will standing in front of an open toilet.

"Will?"

"What are you doing?" Her voice came out in a shaky matter as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Will stood there in confusion and he gestured to the toilet. "Peeing?"

"Okay." She breathed out a chuckle and a sigh of relief as she left and closed the door behind her, hearing the sound of the toilet flushing.

***

"Okay..." Joyce had just helped Will into his Ghostbusters jumpsuit.

She reached for the homemade proton pack that rested on his bed, and helped the device onto his back. "Let's get this...on."

"Oh! You need some tape. Hold on." She let go of the loose wire that hung lazily from his pack and walked quickly towards his desk.

Grabbing a piece of tape, she couldn't help but notice a drawing that stuck out to her. It was barely peeking out from under piles of other drawings but she grabbed in and fears began returning.

It was unlike the others. It was extremely detailed, and black white which she noted he almost never did. The landscape was familiar, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. The most unsettling part of course, was the large looming figure that took center stage. It reminded her of spider the way it stood and everything in it's path was shadowed, although she could tell, it wasn't from the swarm of thunder clouds but the monster itself.

It chilled her. She turned to Will. "What's this?"

Will seemed taken aback, but he quickly recovered.

"Nothing." He started to shift on his feet.

"Did you have another episode?"

"No, it's just, um... a sketch for a story I'm writing."

Joyce sighed, discarding the drawing wanting so badly for that to be true, so did believed it.

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"Three, two, one..."

"Great. Hold up the photo blaster."

Jonathan snapped another picture of his brother, Will gleaming in his suit as Jonathan continued to instruct him. Their mother was watching giddily as she smiled at her youngest son. The question she'd been dying to ask on the tip of her tongue.

"All right, now turn to light."

Will did just that, aiming his proton blaster towards a spot on the wall across the room.

"So," Joyce drawled. "[Y/N]'s coming over tonight before hand so we can grab some pictures of you two, right?"

Will felt a blush creep up.

"Mom," Will protested, his smile betraying him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she threw her hands up in surrender but persisted in asking more questions. "So, she is going as...?"

"Janine," Will mumbled, as Jonathan snapped another picture.

"Right, right..." Joyce winced. "And she is...?"

"The receptionist and confidant-"

"Spengler's girlfriend..." Jonathan answered, the mischievous grin of an older brother plastered on his face.

Will felt a blush creep all the way up from his neck, Jonathan took this opportunity to "accidentally" get a picture of his flustered younger brother.

"Jonathan!" Laughed Will.

"What? It's so obvious, and hey, you guys are the ones who chose the costumes."

"It's a coincidence..." He mumbled.

Jonathan and Joyce smirked as Will tried to regain his composure, acting as if the exchange hadn't completely flustered him.

Which it did.

||Reader's POV||

"Oh! Let me see those pearls! Yeah! [Y/N], you almost ready?"

"Coming mom!"

I adjusted the big pair of glasses on my head and slipped on the red sweater vest, completing the outfit. On my way out of my room, I grabbed my first piece of gum out of my pocket stash and popping it in my mouth. The plaid shirt we found worked perfectly for Janine, I was so glad we were able to find everything in time.

I ran back out the hall and my mom greeted me with a squeal.

"Oh! You two look so good, get in there with your brother, honey."

We got a few nice pictures in, Dustin had his ghost trap, it it quite impressive, I must admit.

The last photo consisted of Dustin proudly holding up his ghost trap, while I chose to be in character. I had my back turned to him, my arms folded and in the middle of blowing a bubble as I casually roll my eyes.

***

"Na na na Na na Na"

We had just pulled into school on our bikes, and we all parked them on the bike rack. I silently counted myself lucky that I didn't have to lug a giant proton pack on my shoulders all day.

We all finished the anthem with "Who you gonna call?". It was then that I heard q familiar voice call "Ghostbusters!"

I turned around to see Will in his costume, it looked great.

"Hey, Spengler!"

"Egon! Looking sharp!" I beamed, greeting him with a quick hug.

"Janine! Venkman!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Mike frowned, gesturing to Lucas's name tag.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"Why are you Venkman?"

"Because I'm Venkman." Lucas shrugged.

"No, I'm Venkman."

"Why can't there just be two Venkmans?" Will asked, and I nodded looking to the boys.

"Because there's only one Venkman in real life. We planned this months ago." Mike snapped.

"Mike, calm down. It's alright,"

"I'm Venkman, Dustin's Stantz, Will is Egon, you're obviously Janine, and you're Winston." He finished, pointing at Lucas.

"I specifically didn't agree to Winston." Lucas said.

"Yes, you did!"

"I don't think he did." I said gently.

"No one wants to be Winston, man."

"What's wrong with Winston?"

"What's wrong with Winston? He joined the team super late, he's not funny, and he's not even a scientist!"

"Yeah, but he's still cool." Mike argued.

"If he's cool, then you be Winston."

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

Mike started to stutter, "Because..."

We all fell quiet as the argument got bad quickly.

"Because you're not black?" Lucas finished.

"I didn't say that!"

"You thought it."

I took a deep breath as they continued fighting. However, something clicked in my head as I looked around the school.

"Oh, no."

I nudged Dustin as I continued to look around, dread and regret creeping in.

Dustin looked to me and then around, realizing the same awful fact.

"Guys..." Dustin mumbled.

"Guys!" I finally snapped, grabbing their attention.

The other three fell silent and we all watched in horror as everyone got off the bus. In regular clothes.

"Why is no else wearing costumes?"

"Well, shit."

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