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enigmatist17 · 3 months ago

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Zane was tired.

He'd traveled and fought his way across the galaxy thrice over, loved and lost those loves because of his job or his attitude. Fair, one of those things he could change, but growing up with the family he had? No, it was too hard to trust, too hard to find someone to truly let behind those iron-clad walls that kept him safe, kept him alive.

Timothy Lawrence seemed to have been born as the exception to this unspoken rule.

Zane felt the urge to shoot the poor guy when he came out from his refuge, after he and the other vault hunters had cut a swath into the cursed casino. To see the face of the infamous Handsome Jack after all these years, of the man who had reigned down terror and murder in droves most bandits even dreamed of? Yea, not an instant way to get a gaggle of strangers to like you. Yet his finger went still when Zane took in the cracked mask and the wild eyes, a sharp whistle stilling the murderous intent in the others he considered allies.

"I-It's not what it looks like, I am not Jack!"

The poor boyo was terrified, and the small ache in Zane's chest was the first sign of his inner walls weakening. It went unheeded as he was in the middle of a job, practically grabbing the not-Jack by the scruff of the neck when the sounds of incoming loader bots got them all moving quickly away and out of sight. The first olive branch that got the four vault hunters to give the not-Jack a small token of trust was taking them to his base, a well-defended area that was tucked out of sight and secure with the flick of a wrist. Not-Jack became Timothy when Zane was able to slouch onto the sole couch in the room, kicking his feet up on the coffee table with a slight groan of appreciation.

He was far too feckin' old for this shite.

Yet it wasn't all bad, he supposed. The Crimson Raiders gave him purpose and a home, and his fellow vault hunters gave him allies when he'd fought on his own since he was born, honestly. It was a strange and dangerous existence, but it was the name of the game, and Zane was an expert at it. Timothy vanished after Moze and FL4K had scouted out a secondary plaza area they would need to clear out the following day, returning when the group was cooking a meal with a few cots for the group and some extra food. He didn't ask for anything they were cooking, and for the first night, they didn't offer some of the fresh food FL4K had brought, even if Timothy was trying not to be obvious with his envious stares. Surprisingly, Zane is the one to drop a bowl of stew next to the blueprints Timothy was studying by the third night, the doppelganger looking up with wide eyes.

"Eat up, we don't have much o' this fresh stuff." Timothy looked like he wanted to say something as he slowly reached for the bowl, the operative raising an eyebrow when he just silently snatched the bowl and moved it out of his reach. It didn't remain full for long, Timothy devouring its contents with a soft noise of content at eating something that wasn't from a vending machine for the first time in years. "Good lad."

"...thank you." As much as the lad sounded like Jack, he didn't at the same time. The tremor of vulnerability and the edge of madness lacing each word with wild eyes was a 180 from the suave and calculated voice that Jack had always used with a sneer, making Timothy just that much...smaller.

He nods, and if Zane lies awake that night thinking of how to make the poor guy smile, that is his own damn business.

A week turns into two, then three, then a month as they claw through the casino that never seemed to end. Their heist crew slowly comes together as Timothy had predicted, and the more victories they stacked up, the more it added just a bit more confidence to Timothy. Genuine smiles started to cross his face more and more, the stammering lessening, and he stopped sleeping underneath the grating to keep a barrier between himself and the vault hunters. Zane was often sitting with Timothy whenever they had spare time to rest up after a good fight, catching him up on things or showing off Zoomer and his digi-clone equipment, something the doppelganger had surprising knowledge of.

"I used to fight with something similar, before I failed Him and was reduced to...this place."

By the time the heist comes, Timothy is so nervous he can't stop pacing back and forth as people try to get some sleep. Grumpy himself, Zane rolls off his cot and trudges over to where the poor guy is, grabbing his hand with the intent of saying something. When skin meets skin, however, Timothy froze and stares at his hand, the feeling of real flesh and blood touching him without pain so...alien.

"Boyo? You need yer sleep." Zane frowned when his words seemed to go unheeded, Timothy just staring at their hands. "Tim?"

"You're so warm." The operative grinned and moved, glad he'd chosen to sleep in his undershirt that left his arms bare, slipping it around Timothy's shoulders with a hum. As expected, the touch was almost too much, Timothy sinking into his side as Zane pulled the doppelganger to his bed. He was asleep by the time Zane pushed him down onto the bed, leaving the older man to keep a short vigil in a chair beside the cot before he dozed off for some needed rest.

It's all the rest he gets for a long time after everything falls apart.

Freddie's betrayal shouldn't have been so surprising, but it was Moxxi's cold demeanor and the echoing screams as Timothy was tortured that really got Zane's dandruff up. Pretty Boy was getting desperate the closer the vault hunters got to his tower, throwing more mechs and anything that could slow down the four fighters the closer they got. The moment the power is cut, Pretty Boy lets out an enraged scream as the vault hunters take a breather after their fight against a massive robot, only to hear Timothy screaming in pain moments later.

"I'm going ta kill that bastard!" Zane snarled, the operative wincing when he tested one of his arms, the limb aching in protest after being slammed into a wall.

"We will soon enough, keep your chin up." Moze tossed him a rejuvinator with a sympathetic shake of her head, the former soldier cracking her neck. "We have to recover tonight, it would be suicide to storm that fortress after a fight this nasty."

More screams cut them off, and the vault hunters gave each other uneasy looks as they headed to the closest New-U station.

Just shy of 24 hours later, Pretty Boy lay dying on the ground as Timothy sacrificed his winning hand to save the station and every soul on board. The doppelganger was definitely worse for wear when he was finally able to tumble off of the cage he'd been trapped in, FL4K able to catch him before Timothy hit the floor.

"You guys came...how 'bout that?"

"Course we did boyo, not leavin' a man behind, eh?" Zane jogged across the temporary battlefield with a noticeable limp, FL4K waiting for the operative to join them before setting Timothy against the consoles behind them. Timothy had definitely been put through the wringer, the brush of cool air against his mutilated arm and various cuts from the lasers that had surrounded him sapping what little strength he had to stay upright. Despite his one leg screaming in protest, Zane slipped an arm around Timothy to steady the other, the other sagging against him with a noise of relief.

"You came back for me..." The duo watched as Moxxi rode the elevator down to what had been Pretty Boy's former throne room, strutting toward them with a pleased look on her face.

"Good work boys, you've started a new era for this place." The hostess of more than a few businesses purred, one hand trailing along the side of Timothy's mask. "Glad you didn't give up sweetheart, too pretty of a face to waste."

"Uh...thanks?" Oh man, Timothy just wanted to sit down, forcing a smile as Moxxi stepped away, getting to work and tearing down the last of the station's security. He doesn't realize Zane queued up transport back to Case de Timothy until the bright light catches his attention, legs buckling the moment they rematerialize. The operator kept him up, however, carefully leading Timothy to the closest cot and lowering him on top of it. Timothy blinks, and finds that his laser burns and other injuries from his torture at the hands of Pretty Boy have been bandaged, Zane currently tending to his recently amputated hand. The operator had shed his jacket and placed it around Timothy's shoulders, humming some song he'd never heard of as he placed an antiseptic cream over the cauterized wound, smirking a bit when he noticed the eyes on him.

"How're ya feelin'?" Timothy shrugged, wondering what was making him feel pleasantly numb. "I gave ye some of the good stuff."

"I feel...so good." He yawned, watching experienced fingers bandage up his arm before setting it in a threadbare sling from deep inside the operator's bag. The vault hunter finally seemed satisfied before popping some pain pills from his bag. His own exhaustion was clear as he moved to sit on the cot beside the former body double, the sound of rushing water and humming machinery the only noises for a few moments.

"I can't believe it's finally over." Zane grunted in acknowledgment as he slowly moved, sighing in relief when he was lying down properly for the first time in days.

"It won't be truly over till we disarm your face, but close enough." Zane shrugged, his biological eye opening when he felt Timothy lie against his side. His arm slipped underneath the back of Timothy's head before he could register the thought, and the shorter man curled into his embrace with a quiet sigh.

With that, Zane realizes he's finally found someone who can get past those walls he'd thrown up so long ago.

And he can't help but want more of it.

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