#i’ll be right here to stay until ryan announces his return don’t you worry

[suggers-got-dingled]

I can’t believe it’s taken me a whole ass week (!!!) to find the right measure of words to say and yet I can only think of two and that’s thank you.

It’s not as though I can sit the lads down directly (although at the moment there’s a different two words to say to a certain RH because that emotional damage is intractable and I will never forgive js) so all my gratitude is being spewed here instead. My little online space separated from the real world. The place I can unapologetically be the inane and overemotional idiot I am without judgement (or at least I hope to think so lol).

I know I’ve never been the conventionally ~popular~ tumblr user. I didn’t have my groups chats or people waiting for me to come online (blame my anxiety) but I had welcomed freedom and rapport with a bunch of strangers who started to feel like proper friends. And then there is my irl friends. My best friends. My soulmates. The ones I couldn’t live without and the ones I would have been missing in every fibre of my being without the existence of this epic soap ship.

It’s absurd for some to assimilate - which I guess is why I’m pouring my little dead heart out on the platform I feel total acceptance - but this fandom literally changed my life and me as a person. You don’t want to know what goes on in my head sometimes but every weekday at 7pm and beyond was a chance to block those nasties out. I could forget my health problems weighing me down and just smile and laugh and belong. The years embodying this magical and messy love story with you bunch of fellow loons was the most fun, frivolous and fundamental escapism I’ve ever had and needed and I couldn’t have asked for a more finer experience sharing the good and the bad and the damn right crazy on this wild rollercoaster ride.

I guess I’m writing this because it’s only been 7 whole days and I can already sense the slipping away. We all know there was no other option but to force the ramifications of this narrative but it doesn’t make it easier. It’s a tough challenge seeing something so unforgettably solid breaking apart and it’s even tougher not knowing how you’re going to harvest the leftovers because the inevitable is moving on and dispersing and how are you supposed to unchain yourself from a forever fence?!?

I’m trying to look at it logically. That, for me, last Friday was the satisfying ending and tragic parting which felt final and which I desired for two people still so madly and unconditionally in love. That anything after that is purely plot having to move forward. And that everything before that is an open book ready to be revisited.

The concluded chapter has closed and the show carries on without one of its leads but that doesn’t undermine what the story meant to us. They’re erasing Robert from the picture because they have to; because when an actor has gone, they’ve gone. That’s not to say it just stops being special and loses its importance. The incredible moments are still there. They haven’t disappeared and suddenly turned valueless. They happened and now it’s a matter of prolonging that because nothing has changed in that department.

Still, keeping that mentality up for weeks, months, years to come is something difficult to promise. The history of Robron stays petrified in stone but sticking around in the present of missing one half starts to feel flat and bleak. I don’t want to be bitter. I don’t want to hate what’s on screen. I don’t want to lose touch with this connection. I don’t want to hear it’s over. I don’t want to let go of something that’s been such a strong and significant part of my life (my attachment issues are screaming). And I don’t want to just end up disappearing without saying my piece and wrapping it up with love and positivity because I really, truly do. I love this community, I love the characters, I love this journey both they and we have been on and I love the memories it’s blessed me with.

But that’s not me waving goodbye. God no. It’s me appreciating this whilst it’s still new and echoing the fact whatever happens they can’t take away nor taint what we had and have installed internally (and eternally). I’ll continue to lurk and be active in celebrating these boys; even detaching from canon if I have to for my own sanity. And I’ll continue enjoying it with you bloody beautifully brilliant lot; even when you’re destroying me further with your talent and transfixing me with your words. (Unless Aaron starts going gooey over another fella and you revel in it, then I’ll have no choice but to disown you whilst tearing my eyes out and planning your murder. Even if you are my only and most dependable selfie validators. Soz.)

I found those two. I found my people. And I found who I’m meant to be. That deserves a thank you accolade made of gold, but instead you get this! <3

[riversofmars]

Hello Fam! Time for another update on this epic, we're heading for a big confrontation!! Thank you everyone so much for your lovely comments <3 Enjoy!

Chapter 10: Familiar Faces

Edinburgh, 2021

“He’s due to give an address right now, should finish soon.“ Jack explained as they walked up to the convention centre.

“Let’s hope it goes differently to the last one…“ Ryan winced at the memory of it. They had very nearly all been turned into braindead data storage.

“Martha and Gwen will be in the auditorium, Mickey and I will stay outside, we've got you backstage passes.“ He handed them lanyards with laminated passes. They would get them through some doors, though perhaps not all of them. “You approach him after the speech, push his buttons.“

“That should not be difficult.“ Graham said, which was a fair assumption. They had no way of knowing how he would respond to seeing them again but it wouldn’t be pleasant. They had been surprised to find he was even still giving speeches. His spin doctors had had a tough time explaining everything away as a media stunt but that was a while ago now, and VOR still held a ridiculous amount of power in the world.

“We got you covered.“ Jack reassured them. “Just stay in contact.“ He tapped his ear to remind them of the surveillance equipment they were wearing.

“He’s just wrapping up, better get in here.“ Gwen’s voice came over the radio and they nodded.

“Let’s do this.“ Graham agreed and Ryan answered Gwen:

“We’re on our way.“

“Good men!“ Jack grinned. “We will make Torchwood agents of you yet!“

——

Demon’s Run, 52nd Century

“Keep running scans.“ Vastra advised Dorium over the intercom as they made their way to the airlock one deck below the bridge. They had found a good spot underneath the asteroid, where they could access a seemingly empty section of the space station.

“They haven’t detected us yet, no life signs anywhere nearby.“ Dorium reported. He had remained back on the bridge and Yaz couldn’t be persuaded to stay behind this time around. There would be no need to operate a teleport so Vastra’s excuses didn’t work. She had given in eventually.

“Mr. Strax, if you please.“ Vastra nodded towards the airlock as the others kept back.

“With pleasure.“ Strax grinned and engaged his helmet. He stepped on the other side of the heavy door and the airlock closed. It was hard to make out what was happening through the small window in the door but they gathered around to watch their friend. Strax attached himself to a tether so he wouldn’t be dragged into space as the airlock opened into space on the other side. He leaned out and with two precise shots of his rifle he took out the force field generators that powered the shields in this section. There was a gap between the ship and the space station as there was no docking bay on the other side but they had no need for it. Not when Strax threw a small grenade across the distance to the metal hull of the space station. The explosion wasn’t particularly loud as it wasn’t about the force of it, but it was big enough to douse the area in powerful acid. Strax gave them a thumbs up, and Vastra and Jenny returned the gesture.

“He’s not been as happy as this in months.“ Jenny observed with a chuckle as they watched Strax wheel out an air corridor towards the hull breach on the other side.

“Very efficient.“ Yaz commented, impressed at the effectiveness of the plan. She could only assume that this was something Sontarans were very good at.

“I have no idea what we’re going to find when we get onto that space station.“ Vastra turned to Yaz, making sure she understood what she was letting herself in for. She would much rather she stayed behind but Yaz wasn’t having it.

“Hopefully we will find the Thirteen and work out what they’re up to and save the Professor. Easy, right?“ Yaz asked and checked the charge pack on the blaster Strax has supplied her with.

“Sounds about right.“ Jenny smiled and looked to her wife with a proud smile, Yaz had certainly found a firm place amongst them.

“Keep your guard up, don’t do anything stupid, we can’t take any risks with the professor’s consciousness at stake.“ Vastra implored them as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. The airlock opened, safe to cross, as Strax waited for them on the other side, rifle at the ready.

——

Edinburgh, 2021

“Sorry, we’re looking for Mr. Barton, he should have finished his address by now?“ Ryan stepped up to a porter, flashing his ID.

“Backstage area is through there.“ The young man gestured to a door at the far side of the room. “I’m not sure he’s keen on visitors though…“ He frowned.

“He’ll make an exception for us, old friends.“ Graham smiled and before the porter could protest, they marched to the door.

“We’re backstage.“ Ryan informed the others on the radio as they made their way through a long corridor, the hustle and bustle of the main area falling away.

“Here we go…“ Graham elbowed his grandson, spotting Barton up ahead. “Mr. Barton!“ He called out, and they picked up the pace before he could disappear into a dressing room.

“Oh no…“ Barton recognised them immediately.

“Long time no see. Sorry, didn’t catch the speech, fascinating I’m sure.“ Graham said a little out of breath as they came to a halt in front of him, baring his way.

“Who let you in here?“ Barton asked curtly, then called: “SECURITY!“

“Nah, we got backstage passes, mate, it’s all good.“ Ryan grinned holding up his lanyard. “Surprised they’re letting you out in public again after what happened last time.“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Barton tried to push past them but they wouldn’t let him.

“Sure you do.“ Graham said. “What have you been up to lately? 'Cause there’s some really weird stuff going on, people being experimented upon, people dying? Sound like someone you know?“

“SECURITY?“ Barton called again and this time two burly looking men came stalking down the corridor. “Get these men out of here.“ The VOR founder gestured to them.

“Sorry, actually, we’re Scotland Yard.“ Ryan announced and pulled his psychic paper from his pocket, flicking it at the security officers as he’d seen the Doctor do so often. “This is a homicide investigation.“

“You’re not Scotland Yard, you’re…“ Barton started to protest but Graham held his psychic paper out to him in turn.

“Check the paper, Mate.“ He grinned and the security officers kept their distance, unsure of what to do.

“Fine, I’ll be going then.“ Barton snapped. “Have my car brought around!“ He shouted to the security guards and started back in the direction he’d come from. His men hurried after him.

“He’s on his way out.“ Ryan tapped his ear to give the other’s the heads up. “We will have a look around his dressing room.“

“Well done, we got it from here.“ Jack’s voice came through the radio, and Ryan and Graham high-fived before walking into the dressing room.

——

Demon’s Run, 52nd Century

“This way.“ Jenny indicated for them to turn right. She was holding a scanner, charting the way up ahead.

“It’s eerily quiet…“ Yaz observed looking around. They hadn’t encountered anyone yet.

“This place is big, fifty people would barely fill a deck…“ Vastra mused but she had to agree, she didn’t like the quiet either.

“They seem to be gathered on the main deck…“ Jenny explained, interpreting the scanner readings.

“Then that’s where we’re heading.“ Vastra decided. It was their best bet.

“Right into the lion’s mouth for glorious battle.“ Strax sounded extremely pleased with the course of action.

“It’s our best chance of finding the Thirteen and in turn, Professor Song…“ Vastra explained upon seeing Yaz’s doubtful expression.

“Do you not think it’s strange?“ Yaz asked as it wasn’t the direction she was unsure about.

“What is?“ Jenny retorted.

“That no-one had noticed us yet…“ Yaz looked around the empty corridors. “I mean, I know this place is big but Strax knocked through their shields… punched a hole in their wall… loss of air pressure, surely they should have had alarms for those things…“ She carried on explaining, and none of them could argue.

“The lad is right, it’s too easy.“ Strax grinned excited at the prospect of a dangerous situation.

“All we can do is be on guard, we will have to face them eventually, whether it’s with the element of surprise or not.“ Vastra decided that it was too late to worry about it now. They were all more than capable of defending themselves, they would be fine. “Now, which way to the main deck?“

——

Glasgow, 2021

“His car is being brought around.“ Jack’s voice filled the Torchwood Two hub where Kate and the Osgoods were watching a video feed of what Jack and Mickey were seeing. “He’s taking off…“ Jack carried on and they watched Barton head towards a black car. “And he’s making a phone call!“

“See if you can get a trace on that call.“ Kate turned to the Osgoods who were already working the controls. One was zooming in on Barton while the other attempted to hack the phone call.

“Yes, Ma’am.“ They retorted in unison and there was a crackling noise until finally Barton’s voice echoed through the hub:

“I thought you said there was no way of things getting back to me.“ Barton was growling while slamming the door shut on his car.

“What are you talking about, Mr. Barton.“ The voice on the other end of the call was male, and none of them recognised them.

“The Doctor! Her friends are here, asking all sorts of questions. Now, I have no idea what exactly you’re doing and frankly I don’t want to know. Plausible deniability, do you even know what that is?“ Barton barked, clearly unsettled. They had done a good job of rattling him. “Do not contact me until you have results. You have your resources, the facilities, everything else is up to you!“

“Get a tracker on that car!“ Kate instructed quickly as the car started up and Mickey was quick to shoot a transponder to the back of it as it was driving off.

“What did they say?“ The voice of Barton’s contact was still loud and clear in the Torchwood hub.

“What?“ Barton snapped back.

“The Doctor’s friends, what did they say?“ The other man pressed on.

“They know about the experiments.“ Barton growled, his voice low and angry.

“Is that all?“

“I didn't exactly stop to chat.“ Barton sounded exasperated now. “Don’t contact me until you’re ready.“ The call ended abruptly without another response from the other side.

——

Demon’s Run, 52nd Century

“What’s that noise?“ Strax stopped dead in his tracks and the others halted as well, nearly running into him.

“Oh yeah, I can hear it, too.“ Jenny agreed listening out. There was a faint clicking noise, like bottle caps being opened somewhere far off.

“Let’s move along, I don’t have a good feeling about this…“ Vastra urged them on, looking up and down the corridor. Something wasn’t right. There was a change in the air, it suddenly grew stale and heavy. “The air circulation…“ Vastra realised what it was and glanced anxiously ahead to the end of the corridor where a large bulkhead was just rolling shut.

“What’s happening?“ Yaz asked, unsettled by the sudden stillness around them.

“Run. To the bulkhead, we need to open it up!“ Vastra exclaimed, they didn’t have a moment to lose and without questions that would have delayed them, they sprinted forward. An ear piercing alarm sounded and emergency lights started flashing along their way.

“Evacuate this section, the deck will be vented in t-minus two minutes.“ A computer voice announced across the intercom.

“The bulkhead is sealed shut.“ Jenny announced and Strax took a couple of shots at it for good measure. It didn’t budge.

“What’s happening?“ Yaz asked.

“They’re about to vent this entire section into space.“ Vastra explained quickly. “We need to get out of here, otherwise we will be sucked into the vacuum.“

“Well, well, well, what have we here, uninvited guests.“ A voice boomed over the intercom.

“I know that voice…“ Yaz breathed in disbelief, shuddering involuntarily. They all looked around. Yaz was first to spot the camera directed at the bulkhead they were standing in front of.

“The Doctor’s merry men, I presume? Or merry women? He does like to surround himself with the fairer sex, doesn’t he. No, offence, Sontaran.“ The voice carried on with some amusement. “Is he here, too? Oh I really hope he is…“

“It’s the Master.“ Yaz exclaimed, shaking off the initial shock.

“What?“ Vastra frowned as they all looked to Yaz in surprise. The Master was the last person they would have expected to find here. They had presumed him to be on Gallifrey still. Perhaps Dorium’s memory of who had saved him from the Transept had been correct and it had been the Master after all.

“I’d know that voice anywhere, it’s him alright!“ Yaz squared her jaw.

“Is he working with the Thirteen?“ Jenny asked and Vastra replied:

“Wouldn’t surprise me.“

“Now, would you stop talking, that’s just plain rude! Did you really think you could break in and no-one would notice you?“ The voice boomed across the speakers again, he seemed to be able to hear them.

“Kill them now! I want to see them floating through the airlock.“ There was another voice too.

“Patience, the countdown is so much more dramatic. Also, I have questions! How did you find us? Why are you here? And where is the Doctor?“ The first voice carried on.

“The Doctor knows we’re here!“ Yaz exclaimed. It was a bluff of course but perhaps it would make him think twice about killing them.

“Release Professor Song to us!“ Vastra demanded turning glaring at the surveillance camera to whoever was sitting on the other side of it.

“The only thing I’m going to release is you… into space.“ The voice snickered in amusement.

“Ma’am.“ Jenny mumbled, catching her wife’s attention and Vastra looked around, following her wife’s eyes to a maintenance panel on the wall. Yaz noticed it too and without a moment’s hesitation, she raised her gun and shot the surveillance camera above their heads.

“Now that’s not very nice of you!“ The voice snarled.

“Quickly now!“ Vastra urged and Jenny quickly pushed her sword behind the panelling to wedge it open.

“Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work!“ The voice carried on. “You will be dead in a few minutes!“

“Get in!“ Vastra gave her wife a leg up to the maintenance shaft. Strax refused her help and launched himself up with surprising force, nearly getting stuck in the small shaft but Yaz, who followed after, pushed him on.

“Fine, let’s get this over with, if you’re not going to play…“ The air was sucked out of the corridor and Vastra gasped, grabbing hold of the edge of the shaft as the force of the outside vacuum tried to rip her away. Yaz was quick to grab her arms and pull her inside as the air continued to get sucked out. Vastra turned quickly and closed the panel, keeping the vacuum at bay for the time being.

“That was close…“ Yaz leaned against the side of the shaft to catch her breath. It was wide enough to move around in and turn but only if they stayed crouched down.

“We have to be careful now that they know we’re here. We have to find the Professor and quickly.“ Vastra said as they climbed along the shaft. “Chances are, the Thirteen will have the data stick, or whatever he’s using to store her consciousness, with him…“

“You’re sure that was the Master, Yaz?“ Jenny asked, looking behind herself to make sure the others were close behind.

“I’d know that voice anywhere.“ Yaz nodded.

“Then we are facing even greater odds than anticipated.“ Vastra mused, concerned. Perhaps they were out of their depth without the Doctor with them, particularly now that they had lost the element of surprise.

“It will be a glorious battle. I’ve not had as much fun as this in years!“ Strax didn’t seem to mind at all and Yaz nearly bumped into him when he stopped crawling as Jenny had done up ahead.

“Which way?“ Jenny asked, as the shaft split in two directions.

“We ought to split up, cover more ground. We will be harder to track that way as well.“ Vastra said after brief consideration. “Jenny, you and Strax go left, Yaz and I will go right.“ She decided.

“Are you sure about that?“ Jenny asked, sounding insecure for a moment as Strax moved to her side and allowed Yaz and Vastra to pass through to the right.

“It will be fine, my love.“ Vastra gave her wife a soft smile and reached for her hand. “We will rendezvous back at the ship. If you run into trouble, just get back there.“ She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Okay.“ Jenny smiled, gathering her courage. “Be careful.“ She gave her wife a stern look, and Vastra nodded.

“Come on, lad!“ Strax called out, already halfway down the left hand shaft.

“Look after her, Strax.“ Vastra called after him and got a “Yes Ma’am…“ for an answer.

“More like, I look after him.“ Jenny chuckled. “You be careful too, both of you.

——

Demon’s Run Holding Cells, 52nd Century

“The Doctor’s merry men, I presume? Or merry women? He does like to surround himself with the fairer sex, doesn’t he. No, offence, Sontaran.“ The Thirteen’s voice carried through all of Demon’s Run, echoing through empty corridors and to the cell River was being held in. “Is he here too? Oh I really hope he is…“

River tried her best to stay calm, not get her hopes up but there were only so many people she could think of that would steal aboard Demon’s Run with a Sontaran in tow. Someone had noticed that she had been taken from the Library, and they were coming for her, they had to be. He had to be.

“I wouldn't get my hopes up. We’re just venting the entire section into space.“ Kovarian snarled, stepping up to the forcefield that kept them separate.

River hugged her son to her chest, running her fingers through his short fluffy curls that had grown a little longer since she had last seen him. They must have taken him maybe a couple of weeks after she had dropped him off at Paternoster Row, and now it seemed her dear friends had come to their rescue.

“Do you think Daddy might be coming to get us out of here?“ She hummed to the infant and pressed a kiss to his head. “He’s going to be terribly cross when he finds out about you… but not as cross as he’s going to be with them .“

“The Doctor isn’t here.“ Kovarian retorted and River gave her a condescending smile.

“As far as you know.“ She retorted, returning her attention to her son. She had missed him so much. She had had no idea of the danger he had been in, but for now, she was just grateful to have him back in her arms. Her time in the Library had felt like an eternity and she had missed him every second of it.

Kovarian turned away from the cell and pressed her hand to her ear, seemingly receiving a message.

“I’m on my way.“ She announced and turned back to River. “Don’t go anywhere, Melody, dear. Not that you could.“ She snarled and River smirked.

“Better run and hide, Madame Kovarian. A storm is coming for you.“ River stepped up close to the forcefield, regarding the other woman with nothing but distaste and pity. “There are no Gods, no force in the universe, that will save you when my husband finds out what you’ve done.“

Kovarian lingered for a moment, seemingly considering her response. River was sure there was a little bit of something in her eye, the one without the eye drive anyway. Something akin to a flicker of fear. Kovarian turned and marched away without another word before River had the chance to point it out.

“Right then, dear, time for mummy to get to work.“ River hummed when Kovarian had departed and she walked up to where the control panel for the force field was. “Your daddy is good but so am I, let’s make our own way…“

——

Demon’s Run Main Hanger, 52nd Century

“Ah, there we are…“ The Master stepped out of the TARDIS first upon the Doctor’s request, just in case he was taking them somewhere dangerous on purpose. He knocked against a large computer console and the Doctor realised immediately that it was a TARDIS with a functioning chameleon circuit.

“I know this place…“ The Doctor realised as she looked away from the TARDIS at the surrounding area and a feeling of overwhelming dread took hold of her.

“Oh?“ The Master looked around as well but waited for her explanation.

“This is Demon’s Run.“ The Doctor said and she was sure of it. The battle of Demon’s Run still stuck in her bones despite numerous regenerations.

“Oh I see, I’ve never been but I heard it was quite the party.“ The Master pushed his hands into his pockets as he had a look around. “Where is everyone?“ He asked, then called: “HELLO! ANYONE HOME?“

“Will you shut up?!“ The Doctor slapped her hand to his mouth, shutting him up. “We have the element of surprise here!“

“You really don’t, you know.“ A voice called from the other end of the hanger.

“What…“ The Doctor was at a loss for words. She looked to the Master next to her, then back to the person advancing towards them. Same frame, same dark hair, same face. They even wore the same purple suit.

“Now this is a surprise.“ The other man grinned, proving that their voice was the same too.

“Maybe you were right, Doctor, maybe I’m not as innocent as I anticipated.“ The Master hummed, sounding intrigued as he sized up the man in front of them who, for all intents and purposes, appeared to be him. “Now, my loyalties might get a little… conflicted.“

The same mad smirk played on both their faces as the Doctor stood stunned, looking in between the two Masters.

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Carried Away Chapter 48: Prom and Discussion

Masterlist

Lucy sat at the chaperone’s table watching Henry talk with Ryan, easily slipping back into their friendship from the winter. She leaned to Emma.

“When did my life become a romantic comedy? Because this time last year, it wasn’t romantic, nor was it particularly funny.”

“I’m guessing it was right about the time you had a meet cute while you were galavanting across Europe.”

“It just doesn’t seem real.”

“So what did he say? It must have been something good,” Emma pressed for details.

“I’ll tell you later, though you were right, men are stupid.”

“It’s amazing they manage to tie their own shoes sometimes.” Emma shook her head, then gestured to a nearby table. “Look at those girls. Even after he helped with the play, and the fundraisers, they’re still star struck. They want to ask him for a selfie, but can’t work up the courage.” She said reading the girls’ body language.

“I told him, he would take as many selfies as the kids wanted. This is their night. I’ll be interested to see who the first one to ask is.”

“My money's on Patricia or Hunter.”

“Hunter would ask him for Chris Evans’s phone number.” They both laughed. Henry turned toward them, hearing their laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“Nothing dear.” Lucy said and they both laughed again.

Henry turned back to Ryan, “Should I be worried?”

“With those two? You should always be worried.” He warned smiling.

Lucy stood, “It’s about time for the DJ to start, I’m going to find the manager to get the lights turned off.”

Once Lucy was gone, Emma slid over to sit beside Henry. She draped her arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to speak in his ear.

“What are you doing here? If you hurt her again, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”

Henry turned to look Emma in the eye. “I’m here because I love her. And I was an idiot. I will be with her as long as she’ll have me. I’m sorry I hurt her, and if I need to grovel to you as well, then I guess I will. But know that I love her, and I wouldn’t willingly hurt her.” He paused for a thought, “Again.”

Emma squeezed his face in her hand, staring straight into his eyes. “That’s good enough for me. You owe me a dance later, since you stole my date.” She released his face and gave his cheek a light smack.

The lights dimmed and the DJ started pumping out dance music. Lucy returned to the chaperone table.

“What do you need me to do?” Henry inquired of Lucy.

“You’ll just circulate around the room, occasionally wandering out to the lobby. The kids aren’t supposed to go any further than the bathrooms. If they go farther than that, you go after them, and bring them back. Keep an eye out for suspicious bottles, and keep an eye on the punch fountain, that no one adds anything to it. Your entire job is to be a killjoy.”

Twenty minutes into the dance the DJ played the first slow song of the evening. Lucy heard the first strains of “Superman” by Five for Fighting and started to laugh. She noticed some of her homeroom girls snickering. She turned to Henry. “Would you like to dance?”

“Anytime, anywhere.” Henry smiled, taking her hand, leading her to the dance floor. He placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her close. She put her hand on his chest, pushing him away.

“Keep it PG there mister.” She smiled at him. They swayed together with the music, only having eyes for each other. Henry lowered his mouth to Lucy’s ear and whispered. “If I ask you to come home with me, are you going to run away?” he asked cheekily.

“Never.” she smiled back, blushing.

Emma took out her phone and snapped a picture of the happy couple dancing. If her friend’s smile was any indication, the school would be looking for a new Spanish teacher sooner rather than later. She sent the picture to Lucy, to find when she had a chance to look at her phone.

Lucy was just sitting down to take a break when one of her homeroom girls sat down next to her.

“Hi Patricia. Are you having fun?” She asked, taking a sip of her punch.

“Yeah, it’s a blast, but I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Could I ask Henry to dance?” she asked shyly, averting her eyes.

“I don’t mind.”

“Really?” her head snapped up in shock.

“Yes, really. If you want to ask him to dance, go for it. Give me your phone, I’ll even get a picture of you dancing together.”

“Oh my god. I’ll have my profile pic for life! Thanks Ms. C.” She said handing Lucy her phone, with the camera app open. Lucy just shook her head, and watched as Patricia walked tentatively over to Henry, lightly tap him on the shoulder, then blush furiously as she spoke. Lucy caught a picture of her expression when he responded. He put his hand between her shoulders to lead her out to the dance floor. Henry flashed one of his million watt smiles at her and Lucy thought the poor girl would faint. Lucy snapped several pictures while they danced. Patricia eventually relaxed a bit into the dance, and Lucy could see them holding a conversation. Her heart was bursting. When the song ended, Henry leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. Lucy was glad she still had the camera open. That was the picture, first the kiss, then the reaction. Patricia ran off the dance floor and threw her arms around Lucy. “Oh my god Ms. C. That was great.”

“Wait until you see the pictures. Are you trying to sneak in on my man?” She teased.

“He kissed me! It was only on the cheek, but he kissed me!”

“I saw. Now, go find your boyfriend. I think he might need some reassurance.”

“Thanks again Ms. C.” She rushed off to find her boyfriend.

“How did I do?”Henry asked, coming to stand beside Lucy.

“Are you kidding me? I think you made her year. She hasn’t been having the easiest year, so thank you for showing her kindness. Why don’t we go watch the lobby for a bit, it’s getting loud in here.”

While Henry went to check the men’s bathroom; Lucy checked her phone and found the picture from Emma. She took a moment to admire the picture. Her smile could not have gotten any wider, and the look in Henry’s eyes spoke of love and happiness. She sent off a quick text to Heather. “Look who showed up to help chaperone prom tonight.” And attached the picture. She sent a second message to her mother, “I’ll call you tomorrow.” she wrote, accompanied by the picture as well. Less than five minutes later Lucy felt her phone vibrate. She checked the screen and smiled. The notification showed she had a message from Heather. “Ah! Call me as soon as you can!” Lucy sent a quick reply with a promise to call the following morning.

The rest of the dance passed relatively easily. Lucy only had to calm one crying girl in the bathroom, and chase down two couples who tried to go exploring in the hotel. When midnight struck, the lights came back on and Lucy announced that the busses were leaving in 10 minutes.

Lucy and the rest of the chaperones did a final sweep of the event areas before going out to the busses.

“So we go home now?” Henry asked.

“No, now we’re going bowling.”

“Bowling? In the tuxedos and dresses?”

“Yep.”

“Should I follow the bus, or…”

“No, you’re going to ride the bus. Part of being a chaperone is riding with the kids.”

“What about my car?”

“We’ll leave it here. We can pick it up tomorrow. Or” She paused as an idea formed, “hey Emma,” she called to her friend.

“Yes?” Emma responded.

“Would you drive Henry’s rental back to town? Then you won’t have to come back to the school after. We’ll pick it up tomorrow from your house.”

“Sure. I can do that.” She said extending her hand. Henry handed the keys to her.

“I have a bag in the back though.” He said turning to Lucy.

“I can drop that off inside the back door for you.” Emma said.

“She has a key.” Lucy reminded him

The rest of the night was a blur to Henry. So many kids, so much noise, and Lucy. In the middle of it all. Directing like a military general. She amazed him more every time she spoke, whether she was comforting a crying girl, or chastising a misbehaving couple, there was always caring in her voice. Finally after 2:00 am they were in her car, driving back to her house. Lucy looked dead on her feet.

“What did you think of an American prom?” She asked on a yawn.

“It was definitely interesting. I’m exhausted, I can only imagine how you feel.”

“Luckily it’s only one night a year. The kids had fun. How many selfies did you appear in tonight?”

“I don’t know know, 50-60 thousand? I’m still seeing spots.”

“Thank you for being such a good sport.”

“You’ve really got a great group of kids there. How many of your traveling group were there tonight?”

“All of them. In fact I think you danced with most of them. I see why you didn’t want to dance with me on New Year’s Eve. You are what we would refer to as overly Caucasian. Though you slow dance like a pro.”

“That’s easy, it’s just holding your girl close and swaying. I’m disappointed we didn’t get more than that one dance. I’ve missed you.” He said taking her free hand while her other rested on the steering wheel.

She hazarded a glance at him. “I’ve missed you too.” She gripped his hand tighter. “I’m too tired to talk. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to since I last saw you, and I’ll focus on staying awake and not driving into the ditch.”

He told her all about the press events he’d attended for his movie, about his friends taking him out to cheer him up, his family asking about her. In the middle of his rambling, he looked over to see Lucy crying.

“Darling, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He asked concerned.       

“I’m just so tired, and I’m happy, and I’m angry. You hurt me, so bad. It wasn’t just breaking up with me. Then I had to see you galavanting with some other girl, which my students also saw, and commented to me. I had to endure a family holiday with my niece and nephew asking me where you were. And having to explain to them that you weren’t coming. Having to explain it more than once, because they wanted you there. Chastising myself, first for thinking that someone like you would actually love someone like me, then chastising myself because I realized I effectively spent our whole relationship pushing you away. Questioning your commitment and your feelings. Then your agent comes and all but asks me to beg you to take me back, until she realized you broke up with me, which just reopened those wounds. And on top of all of this, I’m having to go to work every day, with a smile on my face, and pretending for my students that everything is ok, telling them that you’re still a good person. And I AM happy. I’m happy to have you here, and…” Lucy let loose, saying all the things she had been wanting to say for the past 2 months. Henry sat in stunned silence for almost a full minute.

“Lucy. I’m so sorry. I hurt you, and that’s the last thing I ever want to do. I will do whatever it takes, whatever you need me to do, to earn your trust again. If you need to hit me, I’ll let you.” He jokingly suggested.

“No, I let out all my physical anger a while ago. I may have gotten a Superman piñata, and beat the hell out of it. It was quite cathartic.” she laughed sarcastically. “But it’s not a matter of trust. I trust you. I believe everything you told me tonight. My family and friends are going to take a little longer. Though I’ll have Emma to help me on that score. I grieved for our relationship, and it’s going to take at least a little bit for my brain to come to terms with this new arrangement. I’m not handling this very well right now because I’ve been working the last 17 hours and I’m tired. Sleep will definitely help my brain and my emotions. They’re all just really close to the surface right now. But I AM happy. I never thought I’d see you in person again, and here you are. I’ve missed you. My Henry, not the movie star Henry.” She picked up their joined hands and kissed his knuckles. “Tomorrow we’ll have plenty of time to talk.”

When they arrived back to Lucy’s house. Lucy parked her car in the garage, opened her door and stepped out. The second her feet touched the ground, she let out a pained gasp. Henry rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I’ve just been wearing heels for 12 hours, and my feet hurt.” She said gingerly stepping toward the house. Without a word, Henry lifted Lucy into his arms, bridal style, and carried her toward the house. She used her key to unlock the door, and he carried her all the way to the bedroom. He deposited her on the bed, and dropped on to the end of the bed next to her. Carefully he took her foot and deftly unclasped the buckle holding her shoe on, before repeating with her other foot. Henry rubbed his hands together to warm them before running them up Lucy’s legs, under the hem of her dress.

“Just where do you think you’re going mister?” She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“I’m just taking off your stockings so they don’t get in the way.” He said continuing the slide to her mid thigh, where he found the top of each. Running his fingers under the band holding them in place, he slowly slid the silk down each leg. He clasped one of her feet in each of his large hands, using his thumbs to rub circles around the soles, lessening the pressure over her sensitive arches. Lucy layed down, and groaned in appreciation. “You know, if that acting thing doesn’t work out for you, you’ve got a future in massage therapy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said continuing his ministrations. Once he’d finished with the soles, his hands traveled north to work on her achilles and calves. Realizing she’d been quiet for several minutes, he looked at Lucy’s face, only to realize she’d fallen asleep.

“Darling, wake-up.” He whispered once he’d finished.

“Hmm? Oh, did I doze off?” She asked sleepily.

“Yes, and as much as I hate to wake you, I know you’ll be much more comfortable if you get ready for bed first.”

Lucy didn’t speak, but slid off the bed and ambled to the bathroom to take out her contacts, take-down her hair, and remove her make-up. She did all of this while barely opening her eyes. She returned to the bedroom and began stripping. Or rather attempted to strip. She spun in three slow circles attempting to reach the zipper on her dress. Henry approached her and covered her hands with his. He lowered the zipper, and slipped the straps off her shoulders. She stood swaying for a moment, before Henry unclasped her bra as well. Lucy barely reacted, he suspected she was mostly asleep standing up.

Henry found a tank top in a drawer and slipped it over her head, before leading her to the bed, and pulled the covers over her. Once he had prepared himself for bed, he slid in beside Lucy. She instinctively turned to him, throwing one arm across his torso, resting her head on his chest, her fingers curled into his chest hair. “My big fluffy teddy bear.” Lucy mumbled in her sleep. Henry chuckled, kissed the top of her head, wrapped his arm around her, and succumbed to sleep himself.

Chapter 47           Chapter 49

[hysterialevi]

When the Devil Cries pt. 11

Author’s note: A bit shorter than the other chapters, but I hope you enjoy it anyways :)

From Arthur’s POV

MIDNIGHT

OUTSIDE SAINT DENIS

“Hurry!” Hosea urged, pointing ahead. “This way! We’ll loose ‘em in the trees!”

Snapping my horse’s reins, I rode behind Eddie and Dutch to make sure there were no more assassins followin’ us as we bolted through the marshlands, never looking back.

Even now, we could still hear gunshots thundering in the distance along with police whistles blaring loudly, and we had no idea if any of them had tailed us out of the city.

Christ, I thought to myself. What a goddamned mess.

Not only did that gala go up in flames faster than a match thrown in moonshine, we also made a new, unknown enemy tonight...and killed about a third of ‘em, from what it looked like.

Who the hell were those people? I wondered. Why did Atticus want Eddie dead so much?

He weren’t no outlaw like his daddy was. And judging by how little Eddie knew about Rose’s gang, I doubted he was even involved with their criminal activity in the first place.

Eddie was nothin’ but an innocent soul who got caught in the middle of this crossfire all because of another man’s actions...and he nearly paid for it with his life today.

I was just glad that I had been there for him. If I hadn’t-- well...I didn’t even wanna think about that.

Slowing down to a halt, the four of us stopped next to a nearby swamp as our horses’ hooves dragged through the soupy mud, giving us a chance to catch our breaths. It seemed like we had finally lost the assassins, and for the first time in a while, the air around us was actually quiet.

We had escaped.

For now.

“...Goddammit, Arthur!” Dutch cursed as he climbed down his horse, checking around to make sure we were truly alone. “What happened to ‘our guns stay holstered?”

I got off my own mount, gesturing to Eddie who had drifted away from the group slightly, lowering my voice so he couldn’t hear us.

“They was gonna kill him, Dutch!” I whispered through gritted teeth.

The older man shrugged.

“So?”

I fell silent at that, completely taken aback by the response.

I mean, I knew Dutch wasn’t as close with Eddie as I was -- and the boy didn’t even know his real identity -- but I still expected him to show at least some sympathy.

Hell, it was because of Dutch’s sympathy that he took me in as a kid. Without him, I woulda lived the rest of my limited time in this world as some street orphan, and I would’ve never been where I was now.

What happened to Dutch?

Picking up on my surprise, the man lowered his head in an apologetic manner and softened his tone somewhat, glancing over at Eddie who was now sitting on a fallen tree log, unsure of what to do with himself.

“Listen,” Dutch said sternly. “I know he’s your friend, Arthur, but we can’t afford to make sacrifices like this.”

I wasn’t convinced. “So you woulda just let him die?”

Dutch held up a finger, his expression sharpened with annoyance. “...Now it ain’t like that, Arthur. And you know it. But we’re a gang. We have priorities. And that boy ain’t one of them!”

Hosea jumped in before things could get more heated, offering some pragmatism.

“To be fair,” he added, still sitting on his horse, “a shootout most-likely would’ve commenced anyway. I mean -- good God, did you see how many assassins were in that gala? ...And I thought we was well hidden. Though, I’m happy to announce not everything went wrong. Despite all that bloodshed, we still made off with a decent chunk of money. Perhaps not as much as we were anticipating, but enough that I’d call tonight a success.”

Dutch crossed his arms. “I suppose there’s that, at least.”

I sighed out of fatigue, looking around the gloomy marsh. “Well...what happens now?”

Hosea offered some suggestions. “I assume your friend lives in Saint Denis?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Not too far from the place we just burned down, actually.”

“Well, he can’t go back home now. Not for a while, anyway. His house will be the first place those assassins check. He’ll have to stay somewhere else. Does he have any family he could contact?”

“No.” I replied.

“Well, we can’t bring him back to camp,” Dutch reminded. “We can’t risk those assassins finding out where we are.”

I thought about it for a moment, my head perking up once an idea struck me.

“...I’ll stay with him.” I said.

Both Dutch and Hosea looked at me in confusion.

“We’ll camp out in the wilderness for a while,” I explained. “Move around a bit until things calm down in Saint Denis. It ain’t the safest option, but it’s all we got.”

Dutch shook his head. “We don’t have time for this, Arthur. We need to focus on hitting that bank.”

“We ain’t hittin’ that bank anytime soon, Dutch,” I countered. “The law will be swarmin’ all over the city after what happened tonight.”

“...He’s right,” Hosea agreed. “And besides, it’ll give us more time to plan. After all, this bank is a lot more fortified than the one in Valentine. We need to make sure we’re absolutely ready before robbing it. In the meantime, Arthur can keep an eye on Mister Ryan. Make sure he doesn’t get ambushed again.”

Dutch considered the point for a minute, his dark eyes never leaving mine as the gears turned in his head.  

I could tell the man wasn’t happy with me for getting involved in a war that weren’t even ours to fight, and honestly, I understood exactly where he was comin’ from.

The gang had enough problems trying to avoid the Pinkertons and O’Driscolls. Not to mention Leviticus Cornwall was tearin’ this country apart just to find us...and now, ‘cause of me, we also had to worry about whoever the hell these assassins were. And more importantly -- who sent them.

I mean, someone had to be at the head of those maniacs. The stunt they pulled at the gala wasn’t something you just came up with overnight, and considering how organized their attack was, it was pretty clear that they had some type of leader. My only question was who.

Thatcher obviously didn’t send them. And Atticus was too far away to contact them so quickly. That meant there had to be a third shadow lurkin’ around somewhere...and I doubted they’d give up here. Great. As if we needed more people hunting us down.

Letting out an exhausted breath, Dutch finally gave in and remounted his horse, slowly beginning to make his way out of the marsh.

“Very well,” he said. “I suppose we don’t have much choice. I’m headin’ back to camp. Hosea, you should do the same. Though, it’ll be best if we ride separately. As for you Arthur...” Dutch paused, his gaze traveling to Eddie, “...just keep the boy safe. Otherwise, all o’ this will have been for nothing.”

I gave him a firm nod, bidding both of them farewell.

“I intend to.”

“Then let’s get moving. We’ll avoid Saint Denis for a few days. Keep a low profile while the city’s on high alert. In the meantime, you get that boy far away from here...and be careful. If those assassins were willing to attack him like that in the city...imagine what they’ll do in the wilds. For now though, just stay safe.”

“Good luck, Arthur,” Hosea said. “Hopefully, when you and the boy return, you’ll both be in one piece.”

I waved goodbye. “That’s the plan.”

Breaking into a sprint, both Dutch and Hosea galloped to safety, the two of them disappearing into Lemoyne’s swamplands before diverting their paths. It was still somewhat early in the night, and so far, I hadn’t noticed any stray lawmen or assassins skulking about...so they should’ve been able to get back home just fine before the sun came up.

I couldn’t lie...part of me felt like an absolute idiot and a burden for bringing this sorta trouble to the gang.

My job was to help Dutch and Hosea keep our people alive. To make sure we was safe, and we was fed. And yet, within the past week, everything I’d managed to do had been the complete opposite.

Not only was I freely giving my money away to a theater that had nothin’ to do with us, I was also wasting my time falling in love with some boy who was better off without me anyway -- when I could’ve been focusing on earning more cash for the camp. All because of my own, selfish desires.

I dragged a hand down my face, thinking back to the shootout.

Was I doin’ the right thing? I questioned. Or was I simply fanning the flames, drawing even more danger to us?

All I wanted was to protect Eddie from harm. And yet, whenever I was around the boy...trouble only always seemed to follow me.

First, there was Thatcher’s death. Then, there was the theater robbery...and now, we barely escaped with our lives from a goddamned firefight in the middle of a gala. I was hurtin’ this boy more than I was helping him.

And it was all due to the fact that, deep down, some part of me absolutely refused to accept the pathetic outlaw I really was. Almost like...I was tryin’ to be some sorta hero, even though I knew damn well I was just as rotten as the people I killed. And that was the sad truth of it.

But...regardless of whatever regrets I had, or how much I wished we could rewind time, we had come too far to turn back now.

Eddie’s life was in danger, and it was pretty clear to me that these assassins had no intentions on givin’ up anytime soon. If there was any chance that we were gonna get outta this shit-storm alive, we was gonna have to take it together.

All the way till the end.

Bringing myself back to reality, I paused for a moment and thought about what to say before hesitantly wandering over to Eddie, careful not to distress him further.

Obviously, this weren’t the first time I’d been in a shootout -- and I highly doubted it’d be the last -- but I was used to this kinda life. Fights like this sometimes occurred to me on a daily basis.

Eddie, on the other hand...I didn’t imagine he had ever been in something quite like this. And it worried me to think about the damage it was probably doin’ to him. After all, that type of fear stuck with people, and in my experience, it was rarely ever forgotten.

I slowly walked up to the boy, admittedly unsure of how to proceed.

“Hey, Eddie.” I said, taking a seat next to him. The musician let out a shaky breath, his eyes stuck on the muddy ground underneath us.

“...Bloody hell, Arthur...” he whispered, his voice quivering with fear. “...What just happened?”

I sighed, resting my elbows on my knees. “I wish I knew. How you holdin’ up?”

Eddie brought his gaze to me, clearly panicking on the inside even if he didn’t show it.

“I’m...I’m in shock. I’ve never seen so many bodies in one place. And poor Miss Powell. I know I wasn’t exactly fond of the woman, but she didn’t deserve that...” the boy gestured to his suit. “And look at me. Drenched head-to-toe in blood, and it isn’t even mine.”

I hung my head low in guilt, silently cursing those goddamned assassins for everything they put Eddie through tonight.

“Jesus...” I murmured. “I’m sorry you had to see all that, Eddie.”

The pianist combed a sluggish hand through his hair, completely drained of all energy.

“I should’ve known Thatcher wasn’t alone,” he scolded himself. “I should’ve known other men followed with him...but like the naive idiot I am, I endangered all the people at that gala because I couldn’t see the danger I was truly in. Including you. Everyone who got hurt tonight was hurt because of me. I’m such a fool.”

I stared at the disheartened man, honestly a little shocked at how critical he was being of himself. I mean, I knew he’d just been through Hell, but I had never seen him quite so dismayed. Even after we killed Thatcher, the boy held himself together pretty well, and got right back on his feet.

Now though, Eddie just seemed devoid of all hope entirely, and...it hurt to see him like this.

I mindlessly observed the dark, droopy trees around us, doing my best to calm the boy down.

“...While that may be true,” I conceded, “you can’t afford to think like that. Trust me. That kinda mindset will only eat you from the inside out, and it certainly won’t do you no favors. It ain’t gonna be easy, but you need to be strong right now, Eddie. ‘Cause lemme tell you something...”

I turned towards the boy and firmly held his hand in a supportive manner, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Those assassins might’ve caught us off-guard tonight, but the next time they come...we’ll be ready. We’re gonna let them know that they ain’t the ones doin’ the hunting no more, and we’re not gonna go down without a fight.”

I tightened my grip slightly, never looking away from Eddie as I lowered my voice.

“...They’re in our land now.”

Taking in everything I just said, Eddie held my hand back and took a deep breath, appearing a little less shaken up than before. The spark that I had become so familiar with slowly returned to his eyes, and with every passing second, he seemed to relax a bit.

Despite his faith in me however, it was evident that the boy was still hesitant about the whole situation, and he briefly glanced up at the night sky...almost as if he were searchin’ for answers.

Eddie slouched in discouragement, his hand still latching onto mine.

“But...I can’t fight, Arthur. Not like you, anyways. How on Earth am I supposed to combat this?”

“You’ll learn,” I replied confidently. “I’ll teach you.”

The pianist’s head perked up at that and he quirked a brow out of curiosity, silently asking what I meant.

“I already told Mister Kilgore and O’Malley that I’d stay with you,” I explained. “We’ll camp out in the wilds for a few days -- wait for things to cool off in Saint Denis before bringing you back home.”

Eddie frowned, though not in disapproval. “Arthur...you don’t have to--”

“--I know I don’t have to do it,” I interrupted, thinking twice about what I just said. “Actually...no. I do. I’m the one got you in this mess, after all. Them assassins woulda never come for you if I hadn’t killed Middleton. So...it’s only right I get you outta this. And besides, I can’t just leave you now. Much as I hate to admit it, we’re in this nightmare together. And ain’t nothing you can do that’s gonna make me walk away.”

Looking at me with a sense of gratitude, Eddie found himself at a loss for words as the trees gently swayed around us, filling the profound silence of the night with a soft rustling.

There was a certain fondness in Eddie’s deep gaze. One that I’d never seen from anyone else. It was a mixture of admiration and tenderness -- something I rarely ever got from other people -- and the longer his eyes lingered on me, the more he seemed to get lost in his own, somber thoughts.

Before I even had a chance to say anything else though, the boy had cupped both sides of my face and pulled me into a loving kiss, planting his lips against mine as my heart came to a halt.

I froze on the spot, completely paralyzed by bewilderment.

What...the hell just happened?

One minute, I was shooting at an army of assassins and escaping from a burning mansion, and the next, I was sittin’ in the middle of an eerie swamp, finally kissing the man I had foolishly dreamed of for so long right after evading death.

The part that really threw me off though, weren’t the kiss itself. It was the motive behind it.

Unlike my past experiences, there was no lust involved here. No hunger. No craving. It was simply a gesture of affection, and it was Eddie’s subtle way of sayin’ he needed me.

I...didn’t know if that were true. In fact, I was probably about the last thing he needed, but the poor kid had deluded himself into believing I was a good man worth stayin’ loyal to.

Despite how wrong it felt though, I also couldn’t deny that I had been wanting this for quite a while now. Eddie was definitely one of the best men I’d met in years, and the fact that, out of all people, he had fallen in love with me...well, I guessed my luck hadn’t run out just yet.

My only fear...was thinkin’ about when it would.

Breaking the kiss, Eddie pulled back slightly and bashfully glanced away, speaking just above a whisper as he recomposed himself.

“...Thank you, Arthur. I genuinely don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you.”

I let out a light chuckle. “You’d be dead.”

Eddie returned the laugh, beaming warmly at me. “That I would.”

Rising from the log, I helped Eddie up and whistled for my horse, guiding the boy to his own before mounting up and preparing to leave. As much as I wished we could’ve stayed here longer, it weren’t gonna be long before either the law or more of those assassins showed up, and I didn’t wanna get caught in another shootout.

Climbing onto the brute horse, Eddie took a seat and patted Bullet’s neck, earning a friendly neigh from the animal.

“So,” he said, “have you got a plan in mind? You know this land better than I do.”

I gestured outside the swamp, weighing our options.

“Well, the further we are from Saint Denis, the better. I’m thinkin’ we can head to a town called Valentine in New Hanover. It’s pretty far from here, and there’s lots of space to hide in.”

I glanced at Eddie’s bloodstained suit, pausing my train of thought.

“...Though, maybe it’s best if we both get cleaned up first. It’ll be easier to go unnoticed when we ain’t drenched in blood.”

Eddie looked around. “Where would we clean up? It’s not as if we can just pay for a bath in Saint Denis. Besides, these are the only clothes I have at the moment.”

I snapped my horses reins, leading Eddie out of the marsh as we trotted side-by-side.

“Follow me,” I instructed. “We’ll find a river, or a lake, or somethin’ to wash up in. At least for now. There’s a town just west of here called Rhodes. You can take a proper bath at the saloon once we get there. As for clothes...I think I’ve got some spare shirts in my saddlebag. They might be a bit big for you, but we can always buy some more later on.”

Eddie nodded and picked up his pace, riding alongside me as the morning sun just began to peek over the horizon.  “Sounds good.”

I grinned at him. “Then let’s the get the hell outta here.”

[chiauve]

Enemy Mine - day 19

Summary: Chris brings Wesker home.

Cover art by Pelissa.

Wesker slid out of the chair and stood to his full height.

"I do not want to go with this man," he announced.

Mrs. Ryan lowered herself to her knees, meeting his eyes and placing gentle hands on his shoulders that he shrugged off, looking to the side as though she bored him.

"Now, honey," she began, "Mr. Redfield is going to look after you from now on, I've already explained this to you. You'll live in his home and you'll have your own room and bed and will go to school with all the other children. Doesn't that sound much better than being shut up in a motel with scary police officers watching you all day?"

"None of this is acceptable. I demand to be returned to Arklay."

"That's not going to happen and you know it. I understand this is hard, but what was happening at that place was wrong and you should have never been there. Until we manage to find where you came from Mr. Redfield has kindly offered his home to you. Don't worry, I'll check up on you regularly and you have my number in case you need anything."

"Like you're any better," he muttered.

Mrs. Ryan ignored his comment and stood, stepping aside and looking to Chris to take over. Chris was nervous and afraid it showed in the too-friendly smile he gave Wesker.

"You ready to go, kiddo?"

"Would it change anything if I said 'no'?"

"Not really. I mean do you have everything?"

With an annoyed sigh Wesker picked up a small backpack from beside the chair in which he'd been sitting. "You people bring me some of my clothes from home but then don't give me access to an iron or someone who will iron them for me," he bitched, sliding the straps over his shoulders and leaving the office without a backward glance at Mrs. Ryan or the officers assigned to him.

"Good luck," one of the officers said to Chris flatly.

Chris thanked Mrs. Ryan and then hurried after Wesker. They left the Child Services office and Chris grabbed the top strap of Wesker's backpack when he turned the wrong direction. Chris didn't miss it was the general direction in which the mountains lay.

"My truck's this way, kid," he said, steering Wesker in the right direction and gently patting him forward so he stayed in front of Chris. Wesker glanced up and glared but said nothing.

If there was one advantage to going back to right before Raccoon City's second industrial boom it was that parking was plentiful. Chris hadn't parked far from the office and while the streets weren't crowded the idea that if Wesker made a dash for it Chris might not be able to maneuver as easily and catch him made him glad they arrived at his truck within a couple minutes.

He unlocked the passenger side door and gestured Wesker in. He was about to give the kid a boost up but Wesker tossed in his pack and swung up onto the seat with ease. Chris shut the door then went to the driver's side. He expected Wesker to lock the door on him or something equally as petulant but Wesker sat quietly in his seat, looking around at the interior of the red 1965 Ford. He was especially interested when Chris started the truck and pulled out into the street.

"Watching how I drive so you can try it, huh?"

Wesker made a noncommittal 'hm' noise.

"Could you even drive a stick?"

"Who can't?"

Chris shook his head and headed out of town, the interior of the truck settling into awkward silence. Wesker gazed out at the streets but quickly lost interest in that and stared at his hands, picking at a thumbnail.

Coming to a stop at a red light, Chris looked over at his new charge. This was going to be a lot weirder than he first imagined. Wesker was smaller, too small really, with the smoother face that children all had and a lack of that proper, confident air of his older counterpart, but he was unmistakably Wesker. The blond hair was cropped short, not slicked back, and his eyes only seemed to gain that familiar intensity sometimes, otherwise looking flat and bored, but the man he was going to become was there…but was not.

Again Chris reminded himself how stupid and in over his head he was.

"Anyway," he began, "I was planning on pork chops tonight but if there's anything else you'd like to have I can try to whip it up for you. Kind of a 'welcome' meal, I guess."

Wesker didn't even look up.

"I'm not the best cook, I'll admit it, but I do well enough."

"It doesn't matter," Wesker said, rubbing at his temple with his eyes clenched shut, "Make what you want, Mr. Redfield."

"Chris is fine. We're gonna be living together, no point in being formal."

"It's only temporary, but fine. Chris."

Okay, that was not the best idea, actually. His voice was so much younger but Chris still tapped the brake as his hands clenched the steering wheel too tight. That fucking sneer…

Suck it up, what else is the kid going to call you?

He took a breath. "Why do you say temporary? You thinking they'll find your family soon?"

"Because they will come back for me. I have a purpose."

Not if I can help it, Chris thought, and drove the rest of the way home in silence.

The house was a single-story ranch style, built in the early sixties and what a person with a positive outlook would call 'cozy'. It sat on a small plot of land, nestled in trees that made it seem like more by blocking the view of the neighbors just over a fence. It had a garage Chris never parked in and now definitely wouldn't as it was currently filled with stuff.

"Here we are," he said cheerily as he parked in front of the garage.

Wesker squinted at the house through the windshield.

"I know it's nowhere near as big as a mansion but you'll find it a hell of a lot less creepy." And zombie and PTSD free.

Chris climbed out of the truck and opened Wesker's door, taking the backpack while Wesker slid down and looked around, toeing at cracks in the driveway pavement. Chris went to put his hand on Wesker's shoulder and the boy ducked away, glowering and heading towards the front door.

"Okay, no touching," Chris sighed.

He unlocked the door and guided Wesker in. The boy immediately stopped in Chris' way and glanced around, his mouth turned down in disapproval. To the right was the kitchen which led to the utility room, which in turn had the door out to the garage. There was no dining room but the kitchen had room enough for the dinner table. To the left was the living room, housing a couch and the television, this led to a short hallway which led to the bathroom and two bedrooms. Chris had claimed the larger room to the right that made up the corner of the house. Wesker's room was to the left, wedged between the bathroom and the utility room on the other side of the wall.

Chris had to admit the small size of the house had been advantageous in regards to décor; with no photos of family and friends, framed pictures, or extra furniture or knick-knacks, the place came off as rather spartan as he'd spent little time in it. Fortunately Wesker barely noticed and his disgust was aimed at the house overall.

"You're really expecting me to stay here?" he grumbled.

"There are much worse places to be, kid. Believe me…"

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EP 8: “I’m Tired and feeling reckless” - Jenn [ PART I ]

So for some reason I thought that this game to return would have incredibly high scores until I found out that in the 600s seems to be the norm which is a little annoying considering I was just hitting 600 with half my time left before I fucked up. I hope Ruthie wins her way back into the game because she's the biggest angel this game has. I think Jessy fucked up too and I'm devastated b/c she's become one of my best friends in the game. It was strange finding out we've actually played games together before but didn't realize it until 2 weeks into the game and we just got on like a house on fire so I'll be really and truly sad to see her go because she's a bundle of joy. The voting at this mass tribal was honestly awful. Everyone in my expendables alliance lost a life, Ruthie lost both hers and Ricardo lost his last one. Literally anyone I was/would have allied with in the future. It's sad because I see exactly the direction where the game is going, those who had strong pre-existing bonds with lucky tribe swaps have managed to keep squeaking by because the people they've pulled in are too afraid to do anything against it. 

Owen clearly has caccooned himself into a currently unbreakable alliance with layers of protection. Pat seemed to recognize this which was good. I'm just really pissed at the current hierarchies of dictatorship that are running the game. It's boring, switch it up huns. 

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

I AM BACK BITCHES! AND I'M BACK WITH FURY AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET KAIT, MJ AND CARSON OUT.  THEN WES  BECAUSE HE WAS OBVIOUSLY IN ON IT FOR THAT COMMENT HE MADE BEFORE MY TRIBAL. 

I'M GOING TO BE SWEET AND TRUSTING TO EVERYONES FACE, THEN I AM GOING TO FUCK THEM ALL UP, I CANNOT WAIT TO CAUSE SOME CHAOS. ��<3

RUTHIE DID THAT

@hosts do yall want me out THIS BAD??!! I can't deal with this swap im crying and hysterically laughing at the same time! Literally as fucked as fuck can be! At least queen Ruthie won her way back into the game. Honestly all my friends died that last round so I can't wait to go on premerge holiday with them cuz it'll be LIT! 

I love Jenna

Kait and I just got in a fight and I've never wanted to quit this game more in my life.

Okay, who's ready to read a novel? 

The last immunity challenge was some more than complicated balls and holes interaction. Going into in, I was of the mindset that anyone other than Jessy had to win, because I didn't know what I would do if she did. I heard rumors about Wes stepping down in this game because he didn't want to vote for anyone on Thotse, and I've never felt so connected to an otherwise literal stranger before. I was also told that Abbey was sitting out because of...dog situations, which is different. It's honestly #puppygate2k17 at this point. Anyways, god bless Kait for winning because it could've been worse than it already was. When results came out, seeing Owen win on Kabru kind of sucked because I had been leaning to striking against him since he threw me under the bus to Ricardo. Which left me at a stalemate on both of my tribes because no matter what happened, I was voting out an ally. 

On Kabru, Owen and Logan seemed open to anything. I told Gage that I was on strict orders from Kait to work with him and make sure he was safe. He seemed to take this as good news, and I think our relationship has grown from that point but I can't tell if he's just being fake to my face. I love karma. In Game A, I had to deal with Jake trying to save Jessy. Right after results are posted, he calls me. It's all fine and dandy but c'mon, let's just address the elephant in the room - he's calling to try and convince me to keep Jessy around. In short, because Kait is immune, I'm supposed to vote Jimmy and we're all supposed to be one big happy family. I told him I'd think about it, and I truly did. I am incapable of voting against close friends in games, and right now, this means Jimmy and Kait. I was thinking that maybe I should step down, save my conscience from the pain, but the more I thought about, the more it made sense from a strategy perspective. If I let Jessy stay over me in Game A, I keep more allies for myself since I would be safe in Game B. That way, if I make a merge, I have the optimal amount of people on my side. 

Friday comes, and I'm away all day. Out of nowhere, I get a message from Kait saying that Carson told MJ that Jessy had an idol. Kait is at work, so MJ calls me and relays all this info. I'm thinking I should go straight to the source about this, and call Jake and Jessy to confront them. Kait is worried about Carson feeling like we threw him under the bus, so I let it be. I talked to Jake and Jessy, and told them if she wanted to stay, she needed to vote for me. Jake says I can't do that, and he can't call but he'll explain to me shortly. When I told him to get Jessy to vote for me though, it sends him into a tailspin and he suddenly forgets everything he was supposed to tell me. I called him out on it, and he said that he "misinterpreted a conversation" with Owen earlier in the day, but he was wrong. This came after he said it was crucial and top secret info, so it was already shady. He explained that I couldn't leave in Game A, because Steven, Gage and Owen were going to blindside me in Game B. Oh honey, not on my watch. At this point, everything is a shit show, I'm baiting Jessy into voting for me, she's telling Kait and I conflicting things, Jimmy is trying to calm me down and I'm getting paranoid about Game B. So I get pissed at Owen, and contemplate flipping to save Steven with Logan and take out Gage. I don't want to leave though, so I confront both Steven and Gage about the plan to take me out. Gage says it's news to him and Steven sends me receipts that he hasn't talked to Owen since the immunity results are posted. Okay, so I'm safe for B. I go back to Jake and ask him one more time to be honest about if Jessy can save herself. He says yes. I freak out at Jimmy and Kait because I think they need to vote for me. Tribal comes, and Jessy posts a picture in the tribe chat about having an idol. I'm about to need new pants before Ryan says that the idol is fake. Now I'm just hurt (cue crying time #2 in this game) because if Jake really wanted to be my ally, you'd think honesty would be the policy. 

After tribal council, it's announced that someone in each game will get to return. Now I love to gamble, but I suck at it. I'm thinking that easily, Jessy and Jack will return in A and B respectively. Seeing Ruthie absolutely demolish everyone today, I mean it wasn't the worst thing to happen for me, but not the best either. She and I don't talk, but I didn't have a hand in her leaving. It also means Jessy is gone for good, and although we cleared the air today, I'm still pissed that they used me when they knew how guilty I'd feel. Anyone who uses emotional manipulation freely like that...that's a little fucked up. When those people were added back to the chat last night, and Jessy said "Malaysia better watch out", I don't know if she was kidding or not, but where does she get off saying that when I literally would've left for her? 

Kait said she talked to Jack, and although we don't all talk, he insists that the Malaysia crew is a family. Kait is trying to develop a showmance with Pat, so he can be the new Ben. I don't know what to think about that, and I feel like I should warn him but then, I don't know how their relationship actually is and I'm not about to get in the middle. We swap again tonight, and I'm happy because I'm with Jimmy on both tribes, but worried that Malaysia could be a target in Game B. Not too mention, I'm stuck with Owen on both tribes again too which makes me suspect. I'm increasingly aware of how little he tells me. I called with Jake to make sure we were on the same page after last night, and he pins the entire plan on Jessy and tells me that Malaysia is a sinking ship with Kait at the center of it so he can't be allies with her for much longer. I relayed this information back to her, but it started something bigger that I wasn't ready for. Apparently I'm the better player, have more connections, are more social, blah blah blah and yet she's bearing all the blame for the Malaysia alliance. I felt like it got low-key passive aggressive and cue crying time #3 in this game. After almost a week of planning to make a move against Owen at some point, she wants to go and tell him that they are the two kingpins in the game and need to work together. 

I feel like I'm in the middle of everything and I can't make any decision without being criticized. Like Jake, telling me I was giving away my game to Jimmy, and that I should just vote him out because it's "not that deep". You're right, it's not that deep, it's fucking bottomless. Let me educate you all really quickly here: Jimmy is the best one of all of us here and the list about why I'm not about to vote him out would keep you reading this confessional for days. Kait telling me that she thinks Logan might have the idol, and now I have to decide whether to walk by her side or take a shot with Logan and give them a heads up. I'm tired and feeling reckless, so who knows what'll happen?

Righto, when life gets busy confessionals get chucked to the wayside but now I have 0 things on my plate and can go ham!

Let's go way back to my first tribal. Malaysia coming to have a party all being on a tribe together and a party we had. JC was an easy choice for me at least, was around very little and talked absolute nothingness with me. They came to me 8 minutes before the vote was revealed -_- 

Next was the rice challenge.... Of the 24 hours we had to do that challenge, I had to work 10, and sleep a decent amount so that left me with the 3rd lowest score. I spent every free minute I had doing it but still was shit house compared to others. Lucky for my tribe's woeful performance Jakey used the old switcheroo and we got to avoid a tribal. Good news for me, but still feel pretty shit for the people that monstered that challenge for nought. 

And then when those tribals were all said and done, these shudder-trucking hosts throw us a octuple tribal. Yeah cheers for that you bloody clowns! (Lydia asked for a shout-out conveniently at this time, guess she's a clown). Well I though Game A aka Maslaysia was going to be the simple one, and Game B be a little all over the shop, but little did I know. Game B was sorted in two minutes with a quick convo with Matty and Abbey and Ricardo was Ricardone. Game A on the other hand was wild. Mega-props to Jessy for being savage and causing absolute mayhem among the ranks. We had all 3 of us trying to save one other, Jenn self-voting, Kait voting me and me just chucking a John Kranski at the cameras as the forest burnt down around me. Jessy was hammering these guys with "I have an idol" business and some (won't mention names [JENN]) bought it hook, line and sinker! and entered super crazy cat lady panic mode. Thankfully with 20 minutes to go, common sense prevailed and we decided that if Jessy does all of a sudden miraculously have an idol, there would be no point us chucking votes willy-nilly at each other in order to protect one another in case she doesn't and it forces a tie. From that little anarchy I've got indents in my head from my fingers as I did the "what the muzzlewomp is happening?!" half facepalm/half thinking pose. 

This game is still a hoot of a time. Other tribals showed some rowdiness - i.e. the tie between Jack and Wes :O, Ruthie getting doubly wrecked :(, and poor old Steven getting done :/. 

honestly i'm crying 

the ONE TRIBE i did NOT want to go to TRIBAL COUNCIL goes. Like we needed to win because now what???

Jenn/Jimmy/Kait  aren't going to vote against each other. Lydia and I really N E E D Abbey. And Gage is probably up Kait's  A$$ so like fdsjkhsdf what the fuck is gonna happen like???

I don't want Lydia to have to use her idol and idek what good it would do anyways unless somehow like the same person left at both tribals or something but idk I'm just freaking screaming.

Lydia talked to Kait and Kait keeps telling Lydia she wants to work with her but then Kait also says that to me and??? I don't know. I don't know how to feel about Kait because she makes it seem like we're super close and maybe that wouldn't be that bad of a thing to be super close with Kait but it's so so so obvious she has other people in this game and she hasn't done a single thing to try to get me in with those people. I guess she has some group with MJ/Pat and herself, I'm positive she has one with Jenn and MJ probably, like.... She's gotta have all these groups and I'm not in a single one. So everything in me is like..... Telling me not to trust her because I know she won't give me the same trust? And she didn't tell me about ANY of the shit Jake was doing last round, Logan did.

Which leads me to like.... God.

In an attempt to save Jessy I guess, Jake told Jenn/Kait that I was teaming with Steven and Gage to try to get Jenn out??? And AFTER the vote, Logan came and told me this. So Jenn and Jake didn't talk to me about it... Logan did.

So I went to Jake and pretended like I didn't know he was the one who made up the rumor I was like "omg someone was saying shit about me!!!!!!" and he ended up confessing to it he was like 'They thought you and I were a super secret alliance so I made that up' like... Okay, Jake, way to not tell me :) It's clear he wasn't doing it for anything but his and Jessy's own interest. 

So I go to Jenn and I bring it up and say that it was all a lie and that Jake had told me he made it up and.... She says it's okay and that she wants to keep working together in our group with Logan. BUT THEN SHE WENT AND TOLD JAKE WHAT I SAID ABOUT HIM!!!!?????

How fucking messy can these people be??? Like, Logan said I was messy look at these people??

It's just a whole freaking cluster of lies and truths and NONSENSE and I don't like it. I obviously can't trust Jenn. I seriously doubt I can trust Jake. I don't think I can trust Kait, and I really don't know how to feel about Gage. Lydia is the only one who is honest with me, I guess, and if I found out after this season that she's been lying to me too i'm gonna SC  R E AMMMMMMMMMM :)

I don't know what to do for tribal. Maybe I'll get something in the adventure.

WELP! only going to tribal in 1 game

mjs talked to me about some pretty interesting points, and honestly, i need to kick my social game up because otherwise i have no chance of making the merge.

ruthie joined both of the tribes i'm on which is interesting, but who knows why she did that.

ruthies smarter than she lets on, i know that, and she's such a big threat that it'd be dumb to let her make it too far in this game.

i feel like im DECENT with the amount of allies i have, but who knows. all i want is merge, and hopefully its sometime soon.

Carson, I see you all up in my PM's now sweetheart.  Like I literally told you ALL my game.  I told you about my alliance with Kait and MJ right before tribal and just UGH.  I'm so glad I'm immune!  

Best case scenario for my personal game would be Kait leaving and I'm going to try my HARDEST to get that to happen! She has way too many friends up in this game and she is connected to everyone.  I'm being careful from here on out what I tell to any of them and as much as I love Steffen I'm putting my own game first from now on, I'm still in this thing and I don't plan on being voted out again for a long, long time. 

I got swap fucked lmao. I finally get onto a tribe with Lydia, but most of the tribe are already friends. Amazing content 

So... I may possibly soon be in an alliance with Jakey and Jack?  YES PLEASE. I'm just glad I might have the numbers for something soon. 

WHAT THE HELL IS MJ DOING UP IN MY PM'S THIS TIME.  Let's see, probably trying to make sure I don't vote out his dynamic duo Kait. 

Okay he apologized for voting me and told me he felt closer to Carson and I really do appreciate his honesty.  I wish I hated MJ but I just can't UGH. MJ WHY ARE YOU SO LIKEABLE?

I'm so chuffed that we won immunity and that I won my battle and finally got to go on "reward". So I found myself a nice disadvantage to take back to my tribe which will only build my shitty target I have on myself. I'm still hoping that people will start to make big moves before the merge to take out a potential threat to their individual game. It would make sense to do that but they haven't so far and the run of the mill stuff is a little boring. I keep trying to throw out messages for conversations but no one really seems up for talking so maybe I'm a bit abrasive? Who knows. I guess since I'm becoming more confident as an individual player from my last game that that could be the case. Even Lydia thought I was having a go at her when I just wished her good luck at tribal? Or that's the way it came across. Annoying since I thought I was given Steffen pointers to pull her into the old Hudson 3 in that tribe to make a block of 4 which would guarantee them a tie. I'm hoping Steffen survives b/c he's honestly the only true ally I have left, who talks with ease. Of course I've other connections with Matt, but we're all surviving on one life so I'd be surprised if any of us made the merge. 

[4:23:03 AM] kait ~~/: if abbey leaves this vote [4:23:05 AM] kait ~~/: i'm [4:23:12 AM] kait ~~/: gonna have to vote jimmy after [4:23:16 AM] kait ~~/: dont leak

WHAT THE SWEET HELL IS THIS? If Abbey leaves, okay fine even though I wanted Owen to leave, but if this is some sort of deal with Lydia... DARKSIDED!

Another day, another tiebreaker loss. But at least it's not both. I've been spending a lot of time on calls lately. Probably more than I've ever done in a TS game. I guess that's the way people do things now to avoid receipts? I haven't REALLY played since HvV2, and nearly everything was done in writing. So it's weird. Most of my call time has been with Kait. She's a badass. Despite her assertions to the contrary, she's a killer gameplayer.  Maybe a bit on the abrasive side, but that's not a bad thing when shit needs to get done. And once the game talk is out of the way it leaves us free to just talk. The best alliances are formed with people you're super comfortable talking with, and she definitely fits that bill. We firmed up a F2 last night and I feel so good about it. The next-most call time has been with Lydia, and I feel the same about her. Both her and Kait have a tendency to get a lot of hate for their voting habits and styles, but a big part of me does wonder how much of it is truly deserved. I know Kait's a bit on the aggressive side, but I've never played long enough with Lydia to see why her votes always leave a trail of hurt feelings. She suggested yesterday it might be because people think they can control her, she does her own thing and they get upset over it. I could see that, honestly. Right now, Lydia and Kait are working together out of necessity. Both are trying to rebuild the friendship that took a serious hit in Animal Crossing (if I believe them. I'm not naive enough to think I'm the only one obscuring relationships.) I'm happy to ride along with that. Jack's probably next on my list. We haven't been talking quite as much since the swap, but I still feel good with him. We called with Lydia yesterday and talked out the vote... frankly, if he were to turn, now would be a great time to do it. I couldn't even be too mad. But I don't think he will. I just don't get that vibe from him right now. Next up is gonna be MJ and Logan. These two are in a dead heat and that's because I enjoy them both so much. Logan has been super communicative all game, and I really appreciate that of them and their game. I know we've had some... rocky moments in the past, but I've always liked the times where Logan and I can work as a unit. They have a great mind for the game and don't mind putting their thoughts out there. My reservation with going all-in with Logan: I know their style. They're so predisposed to slide along undetected until the end behind bigger targets and nobody targets them because, well shucks, they're just so likeable. And that's when they strike. MJ has also been really communicative. I mentioned at the outset of the season that I was unsure about working with him, but he's done a lot to soothe that thinking. I get great vibes from him, he talks to me, he seems to be including me in his plans, and we called yesterday just so he could share intel, even though we aren't hitting tribal together. All great things. My reservation with going all-in with MJ: I've seen firsthand how effortlessly he can deceive. And while that's no different that Kait or Lydia or Jack or.... most of this cast, really, there's just that ingrained 'ugh' factor from Olympics. I'm trying really hard not to let it impact this game, but... I know it's affecting my outlook on him. I don't like that. Wes is a tough one to place. Instinctively, I'd want to put him ahead of Logan/MJ. But our communication has really crawled to a standstill since his Hudson death. I still do trust him, and I know what an insanely valuable and loyal ally he can be. But I also know there's a very clear understanding by most people that Wes and I are together. And that's fine... better to have a strong known ally than a weak unknown one. I'm just wary about potentially being targeted for it... but I'm also aware that there are bigger, more visible duos and alliances out there. Jenn, I've got very mixed feelings on. I love her to death. She's absolutely fantastic, and really engaging to talk with. But it lowkey kinda bothered me how she seemed to be okay with laying her game down last round? I know, Jimmy's a good friend. I can't blame her for wanting to protect him. But I really don't know if she'd do the same for me. I suspect not. And that would be one of those stronger duos I was talking about. I really wouldn't want to be the one to cut Jimmy, though. If Jenn gets free of that relationship in here, it'll be akin to trying to steal a bear cub from its mother. Which is not to say that Jimmy's a cub – he's a very bright and entertaining dude himself – but, at the risk of being set in my ways, I still think Jenn is the more dangerous player. Steffen.... agh. I'm still super sketched out. I'm trying, my dudes. But he's been giving me the same runaround on this vote that he did with the Wes boot. Which... would be fine, I guess, if I was hearing he was doing the same elsewhere. But Lydia said he's looking to take out Carson, and it kind of bothers me that Steffen wouldn't trust me enough to throw the name out? For all the talk about trust and having each others' backs, actions speak louder. And his actions and words just aren't jiving right now. Christ. Jiving. Have I ever sounded like more of an old man? There's a big drop-off on the trust radar after Jenn, anyway. Beyond Steffen, I also get conflicting feelings about Matt (who's been MIA for much of the pre-merge and has only really re-opened communication lines recently, plus he shot himself in the foot with his Eastin-like rant in the OW chat,) Ruthie (who I absolutely adore but who I know I won't be able to keep around next time Andaman hits tribal at this rate,) Owen (who can leave now thanks. Not about to see him sneak his way to the finals like he usually does in side games or the BB community,) Jake (DUDE, if you really are a free agent, TALK WITH ME. WE CAN DO STUFF. It's hard when our conversations feel like I'm just playing tennis against a brick wall.) I'm breaking this off into a separate paragraph because that last one is getting hard to read. Anyway I think Carson is working with me more out of necessity than a strong desire to do so, and if I'm right then the feeling is definitely reciprocal. Abbey... well, our paths haven't crossed since OG Andaman. Hard to tell where she's been or is going, but I'd be surprised if I were in her plans come merge. Steven is too close with Steffen and Ruthie for me to be able to put 100% faith in him, even though we had some pretty rad chats on Hudson and before. And Gage and I have never been together in here. I do worry about him being in the same vein as Logan and Owen, though – being able to slide to the end under the radar. Oh wait up. I just wrote all this out then remembered there's a chance someone does an Edgic for this season. Dammit. I need to start shading more people. Um MJ EATS BABIES. JIMMY IS THE KIND OF PERSON WHO SLOWLY DRAGS A CHAIR ALONG THE GROUND BEFORE SITTING IN IT, MAKING THAT AWFUL FUCKING GRINDING NOISE EVERYONE HATES. OWEN IS HUMAN FRO-YO. IF PAT WERE AN ICE CREAM FLAVOUR HE'D BE PRALINES AND DICK. I think I went too far with that last one.

i just went on call with kait but im PRETTY sure she was lying to me? like it didnt sound rlly truthful? but idk i might as well trust in her bc mj trusts her but that malaysia shit IS strong, and i wanna keep jake with me, so i dont wanna vote him. i might need to try and steer the vote somewhere else? so that both the people i trust are safe (also if kait acc did throw me under the bus ill be pissed)

Im going home today!!!!!! Lydia tried her damndest which is really cute i love her so much. But yeah theres nothing I could do. The other people on denali just know each other too well and I'm just the odd man out which is fine! Im not mad at anyone at all I still think taking games personally is dumb. Im gonna be petty tho bc theres no hope for me ad I've never gotten the chance to be petty in a game before!!!!!  Anyway I enjoyed my time in the game, I wish I could have played more with Lydia but oh well, shit happens. I hope she wins how cute would that be. We would be a true power couple then

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i have this sinking feeling that im gonna be blindsided? idk ahhh im paranoid

55 mins to go!

If Kait doesn't go home tonight I am SO screwed. I think that just MAYBE we might be able to pull this off if I can get Carson on my side again!   Also, I'm in an alliance with Jakey and Jack and I am ABSOLUTELY LOVING IT!  I couldn't ask for a more perfect alliance and it's time to take on EVERYONE together... but first Jakey cannot go.