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janetbrown711 · 4 years ago

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“If we get caught I’m blaming you” dot Wakko

Dot liked Doctor Scratchnsniff.

He was very nice, and even when not in a session, he was always willing to lend a helping hand and talk to her. Plus, he helped her with her "PTSD" he called it, though she knew it more as her nightmares and chest pains. They weren't exactly gone yet, but they were far less often as they used to be (she used to not be able to not sleep without her parents but now she was doing pretty good).

She knew her brothers didn't feel the same, but she had a feeling they'd warm up eventually. After all, it was undeniable the stuff he did with her helped her feel better with time. Sure- she wasn't exactly cured, but he said it would take time and she believed him.

However, that didn't mean she told him everything- especially if she wasn't sure if it even was a problem.

The problem was Max.

Dot hadn't ever seen him since the party, but for a while, it was all Yakko talked about. Her parents and Scratchnsniff said it'd slow with time, but it was easy to say it didn't. Yakko was... almost unrecognizable with how much he focused on Max. He never talked to her or Wakko about anything other than him. There was something about him that was just... better than them. Yakko described him as a "good different". Did that mean they were a "bad different"? Yakko used to swear and promise he'd die for them and protect them against their grandmother at all costs- but if Max had always been in the picture would that be the same? Was Max really that much better than them? Heck, Yakko basically admitted he didn't think they were friends...

That was why she was willing to team up with Wakko. She didn't like feeling like that, and if she could get rid of Max things could go back to how they were before. Except without their grandmother too.

Once Yakko returned from his day trip in Disneyland it was soon thereafter announced that Max and his father would be visiting Warnerstock within 2 weeks, so Wakko and Dot quickly began to plan ways to sabotage the two as much as they could.

With Wakko intercepting most of Yakko's and Max's letters to each other, they were able to figure out a game plan. They knew Yakko and Max would mostly be hanging out in the study, but that they'd then be eating lunch (something that they used to do as a family, but Yakko clearly didn't mind dropping that for him).

In preparation, they stole backup keys to the cupboard where all the spices were kept, and to the cleaning supply storage room, and they also stole many buckets of waters from the maids who were too busy to notice two children dragging their buckets away (they only told half empty ones because if they were full they were too heavy).

What they planned to do was set a few buckets of water over doorways so when they stepped through, they'd get soaked. Wakko wanted to make it hot and soapy water, but that was a little too hard to figure out and they already knew it'd be a challenge to get them up there. They also planned to put spicy powders on the handles of the doors to the study so that if they ever touched their face they'd get a painful reaction (something Wakko had experienced numerous times). They also planned to improvise throughout the day, but they'd need to see how things go with Yakko and Max at that point. Who knows? Maybe Max would realize they don't want him and that he should just leave and never come back.

Finally, the day arrived.

Wakko and Dot figured it was best to play along until the boys broke off, and then they'd set the buckets up. However, they still put the powder on the door knobs, figuring that one could take awhile before either realize.

Good thing the two of them had years of pretending to be good little children for their grandmother, otherwise it would've been harder to be "on their best behavior" for their guest.

"Goofy, Max, it's such a pleasure to welcome you two into our home," Lena said as she greeted the guests.

"It's a pleasure to be here. And might I say, you have a lovely home," The king gave an over the top bow and had a big smile on his face. Wakko and Dot exchanged a look.

"Yeah, it's nice," Max said, clearly embarrassed by his dad's antics. Lena laughed.

"Thank you," She nodded at him. "Goofy, these are my children and husband, William. Yakko you know, then there's Wakko and Dot," Lena gestured to each of them. They all bowed when their name was spoken.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet ya too," He bowed again. Max and Yakko shared a look too.

"Uh... Mom? Can Max and I..?" Yakko silently asked her. Lena nodded.

"You two are free to go while we sort out some more business. You two can go as well if you want," Lena said to Dot and Wakko. Gladly, the children all left the throne room, with Yakko and Max heading off to the study, but Wakko and Dot dashing into another hallway so they'd believed they were safe and by themselves before they could begin stalking and prepping the buckets.

"I hate him... and his dad. They're dumb," Wakko scoffed, once they knew they were out of ear shot.

Well... that was a little rude.

"I dunno, he seemed nice," Dot shrugged, peeking around the corner to find Max and Yakko laughing.

"Please, Prince Snooty couldn't even say hi to us," Wakko rolled his eyes before looking at what Dot was looking at and scowling.

"Remember: He's just here to take Yakko away from us, just like grandmum," He reminded her.

"Right. We have to stop them no matter what," Dot agreed. The pair continued to spy on the two until Yakko and Max disappeared down the hallway.

"C'mon, we have buckets to set up," Wakko said, and they headed off to set up their pranks.

After grabbing the buckets needed, it occurred to Wakko and Dot that they were rather short to attempt to place them atop the door, even if she stood on his shoulders. So they went to the nearest room with chairs and dragged one over, and Wakko stood on that, and Dot atop his shoulders.

As Wakko passed her the bucket though, she nearly dropped it.

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you," Wakko panicked, checking their surroundings. Dot blushed, deeply embarrassed, before trying again.

Luckily, she managed not to drop or spill any water, and soon enough they successfully got it atop the doorway Yakko and Max would have to go through.

Now all they had to do was wait.

Dot sat on the stairs next to the study, but Wakko continued on, much to Dot's confusion.

"Where are you going?" Dot asked.

"I'm going to find mom. I don't wanna stay here to wait," Wakko said.

"And sit through a boring meeting?" Dot tilted her head.

"Mom thinks I'm useful in meetings," Wakko crossed his arms.

Struck a nerve there...

"You can stay- whatever. I'm sure we'll hear their screams soon enough," Wakko said, and he walked away, leaving her alone.

Was hanging out with Dot really worse than a boring meeting? Was Dot really becoming uninteresting?

Was this what her grandmother meant when she said unladylike behavior was "unbecoming"? Was she right about her all along..?

"Dot? Is that you?" A familiar accented voice spoke. She looked behind her to find none other than Doctor Scratchnsniff. She hushed him, but scooted to the side to allow him to sit next to her.

"What's going on?" He said in a hushed tone, taking her invitation and sitting next to her.

"Yakko's hanging out with a prince and me and Wakko set up a prank," Dot said, confident she could trust the good doctor.

"A prank? What kind?" He asked.

"We put buckets of water on the doors so when they try to leave they get soaked, and we put chili powder on the door handles so if they touch their face it'll burn and they'll hurt really bad," Dot grinned.

"That's a little mean, no?" He said. Dot glanced at him.

"N-no. He deserves it. He's trying to take Yakko away," She said.

"What makes you say that?" He asked softly. Dot's tail twitched nervously as she thought.

"W-well... Yakko used to always promise that everything would be okay if we stayed together... and he promised that when we came home we'd be a big happy family but now all he wants to do is hang out with Max and talk about Max and be with Max," Dot folded her arms and rested on her knees.

"And that makes you feel..?" He inquired.

"Like-... Like I don't matter to him anymore... like he's sick of me..." Dot confessed with a sigh.

"I'm not annoying, am I?" She turned to the doctor.

"Of course not. You're very witty and fun to be around," He comforted her. "Does that thought, by chance, have anything to do with your grandmother?"

He always knew when something was related to the old queen, even without mentioning her name once.

"Yeah," Dot admitted.

"Remember, you're a lot more than what your grandmother thought. Remember those positive affirmations we went through," He said.

"The ''I'm home, I'm safe?" Dot tilted her head.

"No, those are the grounding ones. These are your self-affirmations: You are kind, you are brave, and you are loved. Remember?" He said.

"Oooh, right!" Dot recalled, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. "I am kind. I am brave. I am loved."

"Very good Dot," Scratchnsniff smiled. Dot smiled too.

"Now... I know you may not want to yet, but I think it best you give this Max a shot before pushing him away. While Yakko shouldn't be pushing you away, it's clear this boy means a lot to him and it would probably mean a lot to him if you liked him too, ya?" Scratchnsniff said, standing up.

Dot thought for a minute.

"Okay... I'll... give him a shot," She sighed.

"Good," He patted her head softly, but she quickly stood and gave him a hug.

"You're really nice," she said. He laughed a little.

"Thank you, Dot. You're really nice too," He said back, before she broke the hug and he continued on his way.

Dot continued waiting on the stairs for quite a while, before (out of boredom) she decided it might be interesting/fun to listen in on whatever it was Yakko and Max were talking about. Quickly and quietly she crept to the doors, carefully not to touch it so as not to knock over the bucket of water, and began to eavesdrop.

"Yeah, I'd imagine having siblings is different from 'not even blood related 'cousins.' Must be nice," Max said.

Yakko laughed. "Yeah, though Wakko and Dot can be just as chaotic. Still, they have their moments and I'd still do anything for them."

"They must not like strangers though, huh?" Max sighed, and Dot felt a pang of guilt.

"No, not really... They're so used to only being able to rely on our family, it's hard for them to branch out-- especially Wakko. Grandma really messed us up."

"She must've really, really sucked, huh?" Max half -oked.

"Yeah..." Yakko half-chuckled.

A pause.

"I wish we had known sooner- I'm sure my dad or Uncle Mickey or Donald would've done something. They hate people like that- can't stand child abuse," Max swore.

"I don't know how much could've been done, but... thanks. I really appreciate it- but know you being here... it's enough. Really," Yakko reassured.

Another pause.

"Wait, don't touch my face- there was powder on the door handles when we went in," Max said.

Dang it, they were caught.

"What? Seriously?!" Yakko groaned. "I'm sorry- they're usually much better than this. How did you know?"

"I'm used to prank wars from Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Trust me- this is tame compared to the stuff they'd pull," Max chuckled. "Oh, and there's a bucket of water on the door. We're stuck until someone notices and removes it or else we'll be soaked."

Double dang it, they were caught again.

Yakko chuckled.

"Your sibs don't sound half bad- other than the clear hostility, but I guess with how much of a nightmare your guy's lives have been so far I can see why," Max said. "Just wish I could fix it somehow."

Dot once again felt guilty.

"Me too... you're... well... you know... important to me," Yakko said.

Dot decided she couldn't listen to it anymore. Instead, she went and got the chair out again and began trying to remove the bucket as best she could. However, being several inches shorter now that she wasn't on Wakko's shoulders, she failed, and the bucket fell, soaking her in cold water that caused her to yelp and fall off the chair onto the floor.

Knowing she couldn't stay lest she be caught, she bolted away as fast as she could, ignoring the throb in her head from where the bucket hit her.

however, she was caught by her father, who had heard the loud crash, and went to investigate.

"Dot? What's the matter- why are you soaking wet?" William asked. Dot pondering lying, but realized Max and Yakko already knew what was happening so she may as well.

"Welllllllll, I didn't like Max so I wanted to prank him with water and chili powder, but that failed and now I'm soaking wet," Dot confessed.

"Dot, I thought we told you to be on your best behavior while we had guests over," William sighed. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

"I know, dad. I'm sorry," Dot apologized, glad he believed she did it alone. She didn't want Wakko to get into trouble.

"It's fine- so long as you learned your lesson," William said. "Pranks like that aren't very nice- especially to Max because he doesn't have a change of clothes. Imagine how it'd feel if you had to stay like that all day," William said.

That was a good point... these pranks were mean, just like Scratchnsniff said.

Eventually, they made it to her room and she changed into a clean and dry dress, and William helped dry off her fur and brushed it back to perfection, tying her ears back with her favorite yellow flower ponytail.

"Much better," He smiled at her through the mirror. Dot smiled back.

"However... I think it's probably best you stay with us for the rest of the meeting as a fair punishment," William said. Dot wanted to fight it, but alas, she knew he was right. She nodded, accepting her fate.

As she walked back with her father to the boring meeting she was now going to join apparently, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Max really didn't deserve any of the dirty looks or hostility she and Wakko had been giving him- he seemed really nice. Plus, he was important to Yakko. While it sucked that he wasn't hanging out with her as much, it didn't mean she was unlovable or annoying. It was wrong to take all that out on Max.

Now all she had to do was convince Wakko of the same.

.o0o.

The boring meeting thankfully didn't last much longer, and Dot was able to meet up with Wakko once again, who naturally had a lot of questions. However, they both decided it was best to go into the playroom, away from the other adults, to continue their conversation.

"What happened? I heard a crash but I don't see Yakko and Max- were you wearing that earlier?" Wakko tilted his head.

"It didn't work- Max apparently lives with really good prankers and what we did is considered 'tame'," Dot shrugged.

"Seriously? Ughhhh," Wakko groaned. "I guess that means we'll have to seriously step up our game..." he stroked his chin.

"Wait- maybe... maybe we shouldn't," Dot said. Wakko raised an eyebrow.

"But Max is taking Yakko away from us. We have to stop him," Wakko crossed his arms.

"I don't think he is... he seems really nice," Dot bit her lip.

"What? Are you insane?" Wakko accused.

"I'm not insane. Those pranks were mean and could've ended badly. Max seems nice- he says he wants us to trust him but doesn't know how," Dot defended herself.

"Then he should leave us alone and never come back! I don't want him here! He doesn't belong here," He growled.

"Wakko, stop. Yakko really seems to care about him, don't you think we should give him a chance?" She argued.

"Yakko is our brother. He said he'd never abandon us, but now he is and it's because of him. I have to stop him to make Yakko come back to his senses," He put his foot down.

"Just because he has a friend doesn't mean he doesn't care about us. Doctor Scratchnsniff said-"

"Of course you talked to him," he shook his head. Dot looked down in shame. She knew he didn't really like him, though she really didn't understand why.

"He just said-"

"I don't care what he said! I don't like Max! I will never like Max! He's taking Yakko away and if I'm the only one who sees it, I don't care. Leave me alone," He spat.

"Wakko-"

"I said leave me alone!" He growled at her. Dot stepped back, before realizing it was probably best she listen and leave him alone. She quickly left the room.

Once out, she sighed. Hopefully, she could change his mind before he did anything drastic... for now, she'd just have to wait.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long, for Max's sake.

Goodness knows where Wakko would go to next if painful chili powder was level one.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

#my fics #angelina 1 lives au #yax #dot warner #wakko warner #doctor scratchnsniff #william warner #sir william the good #yakko warner #max goof #goofy goof #yax epilogue #what did the powder interrupt *side eye emoji*#lol #sorry this took forever to write lmao #i was tired and brain dead

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vicarfelix · 5 years ago

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Authority Figure

Vicar Max x Fem. Captain

Warnings: Language. Emetophobia. Mentions of cannibalism.

A/N: Of course, some of this dialogue is straight from the game :) Let’s see how this goes...

Word Count: 2,886

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

It took a lot to shake you up. You were tough, fierce, and independent all at once which enabled you to have thick skin against anything thrown your way. You had fought off marauders, murderous outlaws, blood hungry raptidons, you name it. You had seen your fair share of horrifying. This had been very, very different than anything you had ever encountered.

It seemed like an easy mission. You were searching for a man by the name of Braxton and a tip had led you to this home. From the moment you stepped foot into the Mather’s household, you knew something wasn’t right. There was an uneasy feeling...and scent in the air that made your stomach queasy. For starters, it was odd that the front door had locked behind you as you entered with Max and Nyoka. It was unusual for someone to lock their door after a trio of strangers entered their home.

Secondly, the Mather family was way too inviting and friendly towards a group of people they didn’t know. This was in the middle of Monarch, outside of Stellar Bay. You could’ve been disguised marauders for all they knew. So they ask you and your companions to stay for dinner? It just wasn’t normal in any way. This family was hiding something.

Max wasn’t bothered by this at first. He found it rather uplifting that this seemingly normal family was offering three extra seats at their table. Nyoka, on the other hand, was definitely on edge.

Mr. Mather gleefully let you roam about his family’s home while his wife prepared dinner. You took him up on his offer, thinking you could find something pertaining to Braxton’s whereabouts. You found what you were looking for...just under terrifying circumstances. You stumbled back a foot or so upon being met with the most putrid smell that ever did fill your nostrils after getting into one of the upper rooms. You were met with a gruesome sight. A steadily decaying corpse that was missing limbs and a head.

“These sulfur-sodden assholes. Ain’t enough that the rapts eat everyone...now people are doing it too?” Nyoka cursed, holding the back of her hand to her nose.

While there wasn’t any outside proof of identification, you did muster enough courage to check in the pockets of the body. You found an ID card belonging none other than to the man you had been searching for.

“I thought I’d seen the worst of humanity before. ” Max stated after observing for a moment or two.

In the shock of finding Braxton dead, the more important issue didn’t immediately register with you. You were in a house full of murderers. That’s when you remembered what you had been told when you first entered Stellar Bay.

Not only were you in a house with murderers, you were in a house of cannibals.

For the first time since being revived, a surge of real panic flooded through your blood. Fear and alarm was very clear on your face as you gripped Max’s shoulder for stability at what was happening;

“Captain, are you alright?” He asked furrowing his brows.

You looked between Nyoka and Max, your voice having more urgency than it had ever before;

“We need to get out of here now.”

Within milliseconds, the three of you bolted down the stairs like a hungry pack of mantipillars. Even Nyoka’s usually strong stomach did a flip at the thought of possibly becoming dinner. Your plan was to book it down the stairs and bust through the door, to run all the way back to the ship and forget whatever the hell you had to do in Monarch. You realized it wouldn’t be so simple when you were confronted on the lower level...as well as the front door being locked from the outside. Edgar rose from his chair, brows raised;

“But what’s this? You’re tracking blood into the kitchen,” He stated. You swear his eyes went completely dark when he knew you had found the body; “Oh, dear. You’ve been nosy, haven’t you?”

His words echoed in your ears. Your flight response fizzled away as you noted you’d have to kill this family. It was the only way you’d make it out alive. Truth be told, you were shaking in your boots. This was the most scared you had been in a long time. However, you stood your ground and snarled at the man;

“The murdering cannibal accuses me of being nosy?”

Your heartbeat was loud in your head, his wife saying something about the meat spoiling and that you were agitated. Before you knew it, you were firing away at this family, shooting bullets mercilessly into their frames. You were not going to die this way. In an adrenaline flooded blur of events, the Mather family was dead and scattered across the floor. After a few moments, your heart rate returned to normal and your nausea returned.

“Damn cannibals. I knew something wasn’t right...nobody outside the walls are that fucking nice.” Nyoka said taking Mr. Mather’s key off of him and unlocking the front door before returning back to the kitchen.

“It’s clear that Mr. and Mrs. Mather had brainwashed their children. That explains their peculiar behavior when we arrived.” Max added.

You approached the stove where Mrs. Mather had been cooking, the pot atop was still steaming. You peered into it and felt your stomach take an overwhelming lurch into your throat. The uneasy smell that you originally had noticed had indeed been coming from what she was cooking. You could only assume that Braxton’s remains were floating around in there...amongst other things. You were trembling something awful, a disgusted mix of a gag and a groan erupting from your diaphragm. This could’ve been much worse if you hadn’t listened to your intuition. What kind of family was this? Even on Earth cannibalism wasn’t that common. The thought of what they had done sickened you. You’d have nightmares for the next week.

Nyoka watched as your expression morphed into something she had never seen in her entire life;

“Cap?” She asked in a concerned tone.

You shook your head in disbelief, your eyes wide and voice quaky.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You declared, pushing past her and Max.

You retched and hurled the contents of your stomach once you made it outside. You couldn’t get the images out of your head. The sight of Braxton’s mutilated body. The smell of his flesh being prepared on the stove. And to think that would’ve been you if you had waited a few moments longer. You felt the presence of someone kneeling next to you. In your peripheral vision, you saw Max at your aid. Nyoka stood a ways back, keeping an eye out for any raptidons in the area.

Max’s soothing voice was comforting as you continued to upchuck whatever was left of your breakfast from earlier in the day;

“I know. Let it all out.” He persuaded as another gag and heave sounded through the air.

His other hand rubbed circles on your back once your convulsing slowed a bit. It took a few minutes before you finally stopped throwing up. You felt better physically, but mentally you were worse. The sky was almost dark now, the temperature was dropping quickly signaling that it was time to trek back to The Unreliable. You leaned back onto your heels, relieved that your sickness had ceased.

“Captain, love, are you feeling better?” He spoke in a hushed tone to ensure Nyoka didn’t hear his endearment. When you nodded, he continued; “I think it would be best to head back to the ship.”

Nyoka rushed over to your other side, grabbing one of your arms while Max grabbed the other. They helped bring you to your feet, only letting go once they were assured that you wouldn’t fall over on your face. They had never seen you so rattled before. Max was especially worried. He was protective over you and he often feared how stable your mental state really was. You had a lot of pressure on you and a lot of traumatizing things getting in the way.

The walk back to the ship was long and you felt like it was miles away. Your entire body felt filthy. Between the vomiting and touching Braxton’s dead body, you felt like there was a thick layer of germs on your skin. You just wanted to get clean and go to bed. You even thought about getting SAM to sanitize you down.

When you finally entered the ship, you felt a subtle sense of calmness. This ship was your safe place, even after the hardest missions. While you felt a little more at ease, there was no amount of familiarity would rid you of what you saw today. It take a day or two to bounce back and shake it off. It was so late by the time that you returned that everybody else had gone to their respective rooms for the night. Well, except for Felix who was more than likely watching the new episode of his favorite Tuesday night aetherwave serial. Normally, you’d be a little disappointed to not be able to speak with your crew, but tonight it was a relief. You really didn’t feel like talking to anybody.

Nyoka put her armor away in one of the lockers by the entrance of the ship as you silently approached the terminal. She glanced around the side of the doorway before turning to Max, who was also putting his gear away;

“Shit. I’ve never seen her so quiet,” She stated; “Make sure you take extra care of her tonight.”

A hard blush crept onto his face. In the beginning of your relationship with Max, you both agreed that it’d be best to keep it on the down low for awhile. It wasn’t that the rest of the crew didn’t deserve to know, it was just that you weren’t sure how kindly they’d take to Max dating their captain. The last thing you wanted was anybody thinking that you cared for anyone any more or less. You just cared about Max in a different way.

However, now it seemed that at least Nyoka knew of your relationship. Honestly, of all the crew she’s probably the one you’d trust the most to keep it a secret. It was probably a little foolish thinking that she wouldn’t notice such a thing. She had always been the most observant. Max nodded with a hint of a smile at her. Maybe he didn’t always agree with the way she handled things, but Nyoka was a damn loyal friend.

Now it was Max’s turn to peer into the room once Nyoka trudged up the stairs. Even though he could only see the back of you, he could tell just by your posture that you were upset. Your shoulders were tense and your movements were much slower.

You stood at the navigation terminal, inputting for ADA to fly the ship to Groundbreaker where they’d dock until in the morning. Once your route was in place, you could finally finish off your day. You knew one thing for sure.

You didn’t want to be alone tonight.

“Max.” You called quietly as you exited the terminal room.

His gaze was already on you. His entire demeanor was different. He knew you had been affected greatly by what had happened today. He could see it. He could sense it.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You asked rather pitifully.

His heart skipped a beat at how you had asked such a simple question in such a fragile way. He never wanted to see you so down and so broken, because that wasn’t who you were.

“Of course. Always,” He accepted graciously; “How about you get washed up and I’ll be waiting upstairs.”

He turned to walk away, but was stopped when you abruptly grabbed his hand;

“No,” You said desperately; “Please, don’t leave me.”

He breathed out a sympathetic huff. He wanted to take care of you. To alleviate you. He followed you into the shower (the only one on the ship), stripping you of your clothes as well as his. His fingers danced and traced over your skin, the feel of his touch feeling heavenly. He lathered you with soap, littering your newly fresh skin with kisses. You basically clung to him the entire time, feeling like he’d just float away if you let go. He washed your hair, massaging your scalp, and tenderly rubbing your head. He let your hands roam his body wherever they pleased. Although, he would’ve let you do that under any circumstances.

Once you were both clean and changed, you finally were off to your room with Max in tow, hand in hand. The second the doors whirred shut, you were in his arms and the sobs came out. You buried your face in his chest as your body shook with your cries;

“Oh, darling...” He hushed tenderly; “What’s the matter?”

You weren’t ready to talk yet. You had been holding it together to seem strong in front of Nyoka, but now in the safety of your dear Vicar Max, you lost it. He was warm and cozy as he rested his chin on the top of your head, rubbing your back and giving you time to gather yourself.

Your voice was muffled from being pressed against his shirt, your tears staining the material;

“Max, I messed up so bad today. I almost got us all killed,” You quivered; “I failed as a captain.”

Max was immediate with his answer;

“No, you certainly did not fail. You are a damn great captain,” He said; “You assessed the situation and ordered us back to safety.”

You shook your head, pulling away from him to finally look at him. It was heartbreaking to watch the tears stream your delicate face that was usually so full of determination and happiness. This just wasn’t you.

“I shouldn’t have put us in that situation to begin with. I was moving too fast and I didn’t take the time to judge what was happening. If I had been just a little bit later, we could’ve ended up as their main course,” You said taking in a shaky breath; “I knew what everyone said about people living outside the walls. My irresponsibility almost got us killed.

Max wiped your tears with his thumbs and looked into your watery, glazed eyes;

“I will not hear another word of this. You are a responsible captain. Part of being a captain is being able to get your team out of potentially threatening situations. That’s exactly what you did today,” He said sternly; “If you had put us in any unnecessary danger, I assure you that Ms. Nyoka would’ve let you hear about it.”

You chuckled half-heartedly at his joke. He did have a point. Maybe this was all just the result of the stress finally catching up to you. Thankfully, you had the love of your life to guide you through it.

“Max, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” You sniffed.

“Nonsense. Today was challenging. You’ve taken numerous hits recently. You deserve to let it out,” He said kissing your forehead; “I’ll be here for you always.”

You nodded, hugging him again before he led you to your bed and let you snuggle up next to him. You decided to take it easy the next couple of days and let yourself and the crew recoup. You weren’t as worried anymore.

“Speaking of Ms. Nyoka...” He said recalling his interaction just a few moments before.

You looked up at him;

“Uh-oh. What?” You asked, getting a sense of what he was talking about.

He sheepishly laughed, scratching the back of his head;

“I’m sure you’ve noticed, but she has a very keen sense of observation-”

“Does she know?” You asked, slightly amused.

He rambled on;

“We’re both aware that not many details get by her and perhaps we weren’t as discreet as we-”

“She knows.” You said holding down a laugh.

You figured as much. You knew it was only a matter of time before somebody caught on. Truthfully, you thought it would be Felix or Parvati who found out first. Parvati was usually the first one awake in the mornings, even before ADA’s morning alarm. You always suspected she’d catch Max leaving your room in the early hours as he usually did. Felix had a tendency to forget to knock before entering. It was a wonder he hadn’t walked in on the two of you yet.

“Yes,” He replied meekly; “I neither confirmed nor denied.”

Your laughter finally bubbled out of you at his words. It wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t really care if she knew at this point.

“It was only a matter of time,” You admitted; “I’m just glad you’ve stuck around this long.”

He smiled, kissing your head;

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere...as long as you’ll have me.”

And that was really the end of your night. That was not the first and definitely wouldn’t be the last bad day you’d ever have in your life. You had plenty of unfortunate days to come. But with the support you had, you could easily get through them.

Especially with Max by your side.

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Food should only be left out for 2 hours max. After that, you need to store it.

Everything you cook except for bread gets cold storage. You either need to freeze it or refrigerate it. You baked it, simmered it, sauteed it, or otherwise prepared it? Cold storage. No more of this leaving cake sitting out on the counter business, you hear me? Above 40F and below 140F is the sweet spot for bacterial and fungal growth. Bread is stable enough that putting it in the fridge actually does more harm than good because of the condensation, but any other cooked food leftovers get put in that fridge within 2 hours.

Storing warm/hot food will not cause it to spoil. It may warm up your fridge, though, so let it cool as much as you can, up to the 2 hour mark, before you put it in there. Otherwise, if you absolutely have to put it in there hot, move everything else away from it and leave nothing directly above or below it on the shelves.

If it gets refrigerated, it gets the sniff test, no matter how long it’s been in there. I don’t care if you put it in only yesterday, you sniff that pasta before you eat it. Smells off or weird or you’re not sure? Trash it; better safe than food poisoned.

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It had been a week now since IQ had accidentally killed all of humanity except for himself.

He flew by the use of his jetpack, still looking for some sort of human life. Maybe one of the superheroes had survived.

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IQ groaned as he landed in the middle of Paris. The once famous city was now a ruin. The Eiffel Tower had been cut in half. The Triumphant Arch was now anything but what its name implied.

IQ tapped his foot on the ground impatiently as he waited for his drones to arrive and give him a report. After a couple of minutes, all seven of them arrived. They were egg-shaped, black, hovered above the ground and had red truck girl decals on them.

"So?" The impatient teen asked his machines.

"NO LIFE DETECTED WITHIN A RADIUS OF 200 MILES, MASTER." Drone 1 said. "EXCEPT FOR EVOLVED PLANTLIFE."

"Dang it!" IQ kicked Drone 1, making it bump into Drone 5. "There has to be some survivors! My weapon couldn't have killed EVERYONE on the fucking planet, I won't-"

IQ was interrupted by the thunderous noise of a horde of chestnut trees that was galloping toward him.

"Perfect. JUST perfect!" IQ rolled his eyes in annoyance as he grabbed his solar based ray-gun. "Drone one to seven, combat mode!"

***

It had been two weeks since IQ had accidentally killed all of humanity except for himself.

And right now, a strawberry bush was doing everything in it's power to hasten the complete extinction of the human race.

The mutated plant had its vines wrapped around IQ, trying to squeeze him to death. He would die in mere seconds unless he thought of something. And he WOULD think of something, since getting killed by a new species he had created would be the mega-genius equivalent of drowning with your head stuck in the toilet.

He stretched his finger as much as he could. He was dangerously close to fainting as he finally pressed the button on his belt, activating his jetpack. He was sent flying upward, the power of his jetpack was enough to pull the dang plant up from the ground with roots and everything. IQ could see a giant, red eye between the roots that stared at him as they flew. But then, it turned white, and the vines lost their strength. IQ gasped as the strawberry bush lost it's grip and fell to the ground.

"This..." IQ finally began to breath normally. "This is the LAMEST apocalyptic future EVER!"

***

It had been a month now since IQ had accidentally killed all of humanity except for himself.

"Funny I never thought about reading this stuff before." IQ closed a very thick book about modern psychology and picked up another one. He had managed to find in the rubble of a bookstore, meaning that he now had something to entertain himself with. He had found a more or less intact chair underneath a pile of bricks so he had something to sit on. "I'm serious, why did I never think about studying how the human mind works and stuff? I'm a super-genius with a mutated brain without limitations, I can handle all sorts of knowledge, and after reading some of these books, I guess my old shrink was right: I DO have daddy issues, but he was MEGA boring to listen to. Do you know what that is like? I mean, trying to listen to someone because you know that they are telling you something important, but they are so boring that your brain shuts down?"

The skull of the deceased hero Valor said nothing. IQ had placed it next to the pile of books to keep him company.

"Oh, don't give me that. All of this is your fault, you know that?" IQ closed the book he had just picked up, deciding that he had read enough for one day. "I told the entire world about my big-ass bomb and how I intended to use it. But I didn't want to use it, you know? I never did. I wanted to fail. Like I always do because some superhero stops me before something major bad happens." As IQ finished the sentence, his face grew tired. "Well, not anymore. No one can ever stop me from anything ever again due to obvious reasons." He gave the cranium of Valor an angry glare. "Why didn't you stop me, you dumb bitch?"

***

"Ouch!"

IQ sucked on his middle finger. He had accidentally hit it with his hammer as he was about to build what would, hopefully, become a house. The house could have been built by his robots in no time, but he was bored and needed something to do.

It had been a year now since IQ had accidentally killed all of humanity except for himself.

"You know, this looked soooo much easier in Little House On The Prairie." IQ said to the skull of Valor. "You know that TV show?"

No reply.

"Yeah, you DO look like a book person." IQ picked up another nail and went on with his work. "But the series was based on these books written by a woman who was a child in the 1870s. You really never read it?"

No reply.

"Yeah, I hate small talk as much as the next guy." IQ decided to call it a day. He felt a bit hungry and decided to dig into the lunchbox he had prepared for himself. It was a sandwich made out of a giant mutated mushroom that had tried to eat him. "So..." he said to the skull as he took a sip from his water-bottle with juice from a very angry cactus. "You wanna hear a secret about me?"

No reply.

"Before I made the whole world go Planets of the Apes... I had only killed three humans."

No reply.

"Oh, it's true. Really. You see, my entire life, I wanted to be a supervillain. So the day I discovered that my brain had mutated into a super information sponge, I was trilled. And the first thing I did was building a machine that teleported my dumbass mom to the Amazon rain-forest. I don't remember why, I guess I was mad at her or something. And then I kidnapped three girls that used to bully me at school. I didn't HATE them, they were just... annoying. And I killed two of them in some bizarre and creative ways."

IQ took a pause so that he could finish eating his sandwich.

"But here's the thing: After I had dehydrated the second one and looked at the pile of ashes that was all there was left of her... I realized that I didn't like it. Killing felt... uncomfortable. It wasn't funny or exciting. I had expected some sort of rush, that I would feel powerful, but... but I just felt like I was going to puke."

IQ was quite for a moment.

"But I felt that I had... I don't know, passed the point of no return I guess. And I now HAD to be a super-villain. So I told the third girl that I would give her a chance, that I would allow her to try and run away and give her a head start so that I could enjoy chasing her. But that was a load of shit. I wanted her to run and warn everyone. So then a superhero came, I made a show out of it to lose and be thrown to jail so I wouldn't lose face. And then, just to make everything worse, I learned that my mom was dead. I just wanted to annoy her and scare the shit out of her, but she had died of a heatstroke in the Amazon Jungle. Making her the THIRD person I had killed. Or maybe the first one, I don’t know." IQ sighed. "So, if I had such a rotten first day doing something I hated, why did I keep doing super-villain stuff? I will tell ya why: I wanted to matter. I wanted to be famous. I wanted to be remembered. And because I was a dumb teenager I thought that the only way to make sure of that was by making some noise, fight some superheroes and make grand schemes where I would constantly take a dive so that no one died."

The skull said nothing, as expected.

IQ blew the skull a raspberry. "Yeah, well, that's just YOUR opinion."

***

It had been four years now since IQ had accidentally killed all of humanity except for himself.

IQ sat inside the little shack he had build for himself. It looked like something that even Groundskeeper Willie would have too much pride to live in. The genius who was now a young adult was about to take care of the wounds he had received after an intense battle with a horde of rapid apple trees. He was all alone now. He had even gotten rid of the cranium he used to talk to as he realized he only did it because he in his dumb teenager brain thought it was kinda cool, NOT because he was crazy. He was in fact very sane. Sane enough to think all sorts of things. He just tried to copy Tom Hanks in the movie Cast Away because it would be cool to be that kind of crazy.

But the problem with being alone with your own thoughts is that you get to think all sorts of things. No matter how grotesquely they are.

"Wait a minute." IQ realized something that would be kinda funny if it wasn't so terrible and absurd. "My GRANDFATHER was an Afro-American guy who married a white chick. That means that Martin Luther King is PARTLY to blame for me being born! Martin Luther King is PARTLY responsible for the death of humanity!"

And then, all the color in IQ's face faded away.

"Oh my god." A single tear fell from his left eye. "I... I did it, didn’t I? I did it. It's all my fault. No one is to blame but me. I... I killed all of humanity!"

IQ couldn't hold his tears back and began to cry like a little child. His cheeks were wet with tears, his nose dripped and he screamed as if he had lost a limb.

"I'm so sorry! I'm... I'm so, so sorry!" Max yelled over and over again, knowing fully well that it was much too late for apologies. "I'm so god damn freaking FUCKING sorry!"

***

It had been twenty years now since Maximilian Augustson had accidentally killed all of humanity except for himself.

Max was doing some gardening. He liked taking care of his carrots and found it odd that he had once despised them. But once you learned to treat them with respect and feed them properly then you didn't have to worry about getting tiny bite-marks on your fingers.

It was almost impossible to recognize the former terror teen who had once been one of the world's most chaotic super-villains. Not just because he had become an adult with a well-trimmed beard, but there was none of his former traits left. He had stopped dying his hair red and black so it had it's natural nut-brown color again. He wore a light-blue T-shirt and green pants instead of that silly "Gothic/Punk Rock" style outfit he used to wear. And, most importantly: He never smiled anymore. No that there was much to smile about. And it didn't really matter if he was unrecognizable or not since there was no one left to recognize him.

As Max finished gardening, he decided to make himself a cup of tea. He left the garden, passed the spaceship (he had build to find another planet with intelligent life on it but decided not to in order to punish himself) and took off his shoes before entering the beautiful house he had build for himself with his own hands. He boiled some water and took a look at the kitchen and all of it's equipment. Like the rest of the house and everything inside it, it was handmade by Max who had plenty of time and needed to keep himself occupied to evade insanity. Sure, going crazy would at this point be a blessing, but he didn't really feel that he deserved it. As he waited for the water to boil, he pondered whether he should build a piano or an organ.

After Max had made his tea, he took his cup and went into his library. He had a good little collection of books he had managed to find in the ruins of homes and libraries as he traveled the world looking for potential resources. After taking book after book out of his shelves only to change his mind and put them back in their proper place, he decided to pick the last Harry Potter book in existence (volume two, written in Swedish) and went out to the terrace. He sat in his favorite chair and began to read.

Life was tolerable.

For now.

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like a lazy ocean hugs the shore (darcy x namor)

A/N: this is a remix/redux of far beyond a star/near beyond the moon. This is for (and because of) @phoenix-173.

Darcy wasn’t really sure how she felt about moving to New York, specifically to Stark Tower. It wasn’t that she didn’t like cities, she loved them. It wasn’t even the proximity to Avengers and their related mayhem. She’d long since grown used to dealing with super-powered beings and their equally super-powered egos. No, the issue was the proximity to the ocean.

It didn’t make the dreams worse, but it did make them more frequent.

London was bad enough, but she had known London would be nothing more than a pit stop, a temporary stay. Darcy had hoped thought that Jane’s next posting would be somewhere more like New Mexico. Landlocked. She needed the break from the dreams and the never-ending call that echoed through them. The call that was made of ocean waves and a man’s voice, inextricably linked.

He’d spoken to her in dreams since her sixteenth birthday. Some kids got cars, Darcy got Namor, the King of Atlantis.

Her mother had sat her down three days prior, all fluttering hands and shifting eyes, unable to even look at her child when she laid out the bad news. Great-grandma Dorma had been Atlantean royalty, betrothed to marry the prince of the waters. There had been a civil war, years of fighting, during which she had explored further and further afield until she came upon humans and, like in all the best fairytales, Dorma fell in love.

“I’ve seen this movie,” teenage Darcy had snarked. “I liked it better with the singing crab.”

Delilah rolled her eyes extravagantly and huffed. “Honestly, Darcy, life isn’t all about men. Dorma fell in love with human culture. She loved our music and our dances, our food and our cities. She didn’t want to be a queen, she wanted to live. So she went to a sea witch.”

Darcy mimed a yawn.

Delilah’s eyes flashed. “Fine,” she said, “be a pest. The worse you are the easier it’ll be for you to convinced Him to give up on you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The betrothal contract was signed in blood and magic, because of that Dorma couldn’t entirely get rid of it, it had to be fulfilled somehow. The King of Atlantis is owed a wife. She took the parts of her that were most strongly tied to that debt and left them in the magic’s keeping. They can only be claimed by one of her daughters, of daughters’ daughters - and so on. Your grandmother was already seeing your grandfather when she turned sixteen, she only had the dreams for a few days. I had them for two years.”

“Dreams?”

Her mother sighed and leaned back in her chair, looking up to stare at the ceiling. Her fingers set up a restless tapping, accompanied by the tinkle of her bangles shifting on her wrist. “His name is Namor,” she said after a moment. “He will tell you... all sorts of things.” She looked down again at Darcy, lips pursed. “I don’t know whether it’s better to warn you more or let it ride. Don’t agree to anything he offers. He’s tricky.”

“Mom, you can’t be serious,” she said.

“You’ll see,” Delilah said grimly. She shook her head, looking frustrated with herself, “Grandma explained it better. I tried.”

You didn’t try very hard, Darcy thought.

That night, she dreamt of drifting, a fathomless amount of time spent hanging in a formless space. It wasn’t pitch-black, but an ever-shifting cloud of darkness with just enough variation that she could track motion. Time passed, and eventually she felt something push up against her, closer than whatever force kept her afloat in this void. It wrapped around her like a blanket and then it made a sound sort of like a contented sigh.

Daughter of Dorma, a voice sighed. I have been waiting.

It was strange, as the voice spoke it went from a sense to actual words, from meaning she felt to sounds she heard. The man, the voice sounded male, had a warm tenor, the kind that resonated a little. It was a smooth, controlled voice, and the way he spoke was very deliberate, as if his words were chosen carefully and for maximum impact.

“My mother’s name is Delilah,” she said after a moment.

“Darcy, daughter of Delilah, daughter of Diana, daughter of Dorma. You are part of an unbroken chain, a lineage of women who forsook their duty.”

It was just insulting enough to make her grit her teeth. She bit back her first (colorful) response and instead remained silent, waiting.

He made a a soft sound of interest. “You are not what I expected from a daughter of Delilah,” he said after a moment.

Darcy smirked at the darkness around her because subverting expectations was her raison d’etre and that little trait had been inherited on both sides. “So, is this the part where you ask me to marry you and pull a reverse Little Mermaid?” she asked, her tone making it explicitly clear what she thought of that.

“No, this is the part where you wake up.”

He had woken her forty minutes before her alarm was due to go off. She wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or not, but - “He seems like an asshole,” was the first thing she said to her mother that morning.

Delilah looked relieved. “Well, if we’re lucky, you’ll only have to deal with him for a few years. Just... be careful.”

“King, huh? We elect our officials.”

“And how does that work out for you?”

“You know I’m not legally an adult, right?”

“If you were representative of the adults of humankind, I would consider waging war on the surface for their own good.”

“...go bite a fish.”

“So this ‘prom’ is a celebratory ball?”

“Kind of but not really.”

“A rite of passage?”

“Kind of?”

“Does it involve a feat of bravery? Test of skills?”

“...eh, close enough.”

“So you have visited the surface!”

“It has been decades, but yes.”

“Do anything interesting? Meet anyone famous?”

“There was a man, he was called ‘Captain America.’ I believe he achieved some notoriety among your kind. He was... a friend.”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shut up, you did not meet Captain America!”

“Met and fought with, on multiple occasions.”

“Wow. Also, god, you’re old.”

“Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“...you choose these idioms merely to vex me.”

“Yeah, and you’re dodging the question.”

“I have a counsellor who may be planning a coup.”

“Yikes, that sounds bad.”

“It will be. For him.”

“He was not worthy of you.”

“Yeah. I get that. Still sucks.”

“...if he finds his way to the waters, it will not go well for him.”

“I appreciate the thought but please don’t drown my ex-boyfriend.”

“Hmph.”

“Namor.”

“As a favor to you, he may keep his wretched hide intact.”

“You’re a gentleman and a scholar.” Darcy made a mental note to avoid complaining about any other romantic entanglements. For their sake.

“So... I turn eighteen tomorrow.”

“As it is a birthday of some significance to your people, I wish you well.”

“Yeah, thanks. I was wondering... are you going to go away?”

“Your pardon?”

“You stopped bugging my mom when she turned eighteen, isn’t that the cut-off? The make-or-break day?”

“You thought-” soft laughter emanated from the darkness and Darcy got the vague sense of being hugged combined with gentle amusement. “Your mother had proven she was ill-suited for rule within a few months of our introduction. I continued to speak with her at the behest of my council. We have been many years without an heir, and at that time we were experiencing a period of unrest.”

“In other words-”

“No, I do not intend to sever our connection."

Her mother relaxed after her birthday. There was a weight that Darcy hadn’t noticed that seemed to disappear. She didn’t have the heart to tell her mother that the dreams - that Namor - never went away. The dreams remained as they always had: inconsistent, coming and going on a schedule she never fully understood. They were, at the same time, one of the only constants in her life.

“My dad died a week ago.” There was silence and a vague impression of waiting. Darcy’s words stuttered as if her breathing was ragged, though she’d long since given up trying to understand how speech worked in this dream space: “I didn’t really know him that well, so it’s not that I’m sad about actually losing someone close to me. I think - I think I’m sad about losing the idea of him.”

“A loss is a loss, whether you mourn the man or the father he might have been, you still mourn.”

“Yeah, I guess. Have you...? Sorry, stupid question, I know you’ve seen war.”

This time the pause was different, almost hesitant, though Darcy was reluctant to use that word to describe any aspect of Namor. “Your foremother...,” he said after a moment, “when she left for the surface I was... angry. I knew her as a friend and I...perhaps took her presence for granted. Once I was over my anger I found I did not miss her, I missed the reassurance she brought.”

“You missed the future queen, not the woman who was supposed to be queen.”

“Yes.”

“Dude, you realize that’s probably part of the reason she left, right?”

“I had, yes. Do not call me ‘dude.’”

“The salmon was... okay.”

“What else did you try?”

“Tuna and something called ‘white fish.’”

“Your thoughts?”

“It was good. I’d eat it again.” He didn’t say anything, but he emanated ‘I told you so’ so strongly that if she could have, she would have kicked him. “Someday you have to try a burger, fair is fair.”

“We shall see.”

“I’m changing my major again.” She got an impression of vague curiosity and interest. “To political science.” The interest sharpened. “Don’t get all weird about it, there’re some really good professors here and I want to take advantage. I’m going to keep the religious studies as a minor.”

“To go with your philosophy minor.”

“...and the culture studies minor. The system maxes at three.” There was a strong impression of satisfaction that made Darcy bristle. “Stop that,” she said. “I told you not to get all weird about it! I’m just studying what interests me.”

“What interests you interests me,” he all but purred. Then, before she could retort, “Will this extend the duration of your studies further?”

“Yeah, another year. My dad left enough money that I can swing it, barely.”

“If that becomes an issue, know that what treasures I have are at your disposal. Your education is important.”

“...thanks. That offer sounds like a fish with a hook in it.”

“Another idiom? How quaint.”

“You know, I realized, you’re probably my best friend.”

“Good.”

“Really?”

“Yes, this pleases me.”

“Am I your best friend?”

“You are my closest confidant.”

“You’re being cagey.”

“’Friend’ is, perhaps, not the word I would choose, no.”

“What would you-” she woke up scowling. Cagey bastard.

“It just seems a little... extreme?”

“You would have me be lenient.”

“Well, yes. It sounds like it was a first offense and the evidence you’ve described is mainly hearsay. I mean, obviously I don’t know anywhere near as much as you do about the parties involved, but as an impartial-”

“You have made your point.”

“And the guard who oversaw the trade? What’s going to happen to him?”

“I had not decided, you have thoughts?”

“Do I ever... Um. Is this helpful? You were just venting, I didn’t mean to derail you, I just wanted to be a shoulder.”

“Idioms,” he sighed. “You have a different perspective. I may not always agree, but I benefit from your words, if only as another view of the problem. You have, as you have said, no horse in the race. It is...refreshing.”

“Aw, now who’s using idioms?”

“It’s been almost a month.”

“I know.”

“It’s - we’ve never gone that long without-”

“I know,” he said tersely.

“Did something... happen?”

“You are too far.”

“I didn’t know that was even possible.”

“Neither did I.”

“...I’ve missed you,” she admitted.

“And I, you,” he said, and she felt warmth blossom from without and within.

“Something has happened.”

“Understatement.”

“What happened, Darcy?”

She gathered herself, anticipating his reaction. “So,” she started cheerfully, “you remember that internship?”

“Yes. You are still in the desert,” he said, words clipped.

“I... yeah. You can tell?”

“Yes.”

“Anyways... I met a god? His name was Thor. He fell from the sky and the whole town nearly got destroyed and my boss’s work was stolen and there were government agents everywhere - it was nuts!”

“You were in danger, why?”

“Well, I mean, everyone was in danger, not just me specifically.”

“You did not go on the battlefield?”

“...Technically-”

“How much longer?”

“What?”

“Your internship, its duration and the fulfillment of your degree requirements. How much longer?”

“The internship runs through the end of May, then I’m all done.”

“And what do you intend to do at that time?”

“I’m not... I might stay on with Jane,” she said in a rush.

“Why?”

“Well... her work is interesting. I’m - I feel useful here.” She snorted. “Plus, it’s not like I’ve gotten any better offers, so-” Her words cut off there as she felt something. It was like pressure hitting peak and then suddenly she was being inundated with feelings.

“No better offers?” Namor inquired silkily, but behind his words was a wealth of incredulity and anger and regret and other feelings, less clear, muddied by the overwhelming frustration that was at the forefront.

Darcy was left reeling. “I-”

“You would be queen,” he said softly but intensely. The emotions she’d been sensing cut off with all of the suddenness of a switch being flipped. It was a relief, his words alone were drenched in so much feeling she was dizzy with it. “You could never be bored, not with all the oceans to explore, all the many peoples you would find, the new things to learn. You would be eminently useful, as a council member, ruling at my side. You are the partner I was promised. This offer has been waiting for you for years, you have not been ready to take it.”

“But that’s - I’m not-” She felt shaky, jittery, too much going through her mind but too little sticking around long enough to develop into coherent thought. “Queen and wife,” she said at last, quietly. “I don’t know - do you even care for me, I mean, in that way?”

There was a crystal clear moment of such perfect shock and disbelief that she started to try and wake herself up to avoid potential embarrassment. She felt him reach out to her retreating consciousness and grab hold, keeping her cradled in the warm and dark of their private dream space. Then he opened the floodgates and Darcy could feel every single thing he felt for her: pride so strong it made her blush, fondness saturating every action and word, a strain of tenderness kept well-hidden, though not so well as the desire and abject want that had her shivering in reaction.

“Such confessions as you ask of me are best delivered in person, where more than our minds can meet. I would have you, as wife and queen, as the daughter of Dorma and a promise fulfilled, but more importantly as your self. I cherish you, and my only regret in our interactions is that I have not made that more clear.”

He released his hold on her then and let her flee to wakefulness with his words resounding in her mind and heart like a bell struck. From that moment, everything changed. From that moment, it wasn’t a question of if, but when.

“Are you scared of the ocean?” Jane asked her once, just after the move to New York. “You always stare at the water but you never go near it.”

“Not scared, exactly,” Darcy hedged. “I just have a healthy respect for the water and all its creatures. It’d be way too easy to get pulled under, and there are all sorts of currents we can’t see. I’ll steer clear.

It was the middle of the day, but she could have sworn she heard the echo of masculine laughter.

“Remember that conversation, all those months ago, about the ocean and how I don’t mess with it?” Darcy asked, eyes shut as she tried to ignore the sway of the sinking boat beneath her feet.

“Uh-huh,” Jane said. "I would like to take this moment to say that your concerns about currents was valid and I am now equally concerned.”

“Probably not equally,” she muttered. “This is such bullshit, though. I mean, what are the odds that the baddie of the week with a mad-on for Thor would live in a freaking houseboat?”

“Slim to none.”

“But the whole water thing. God, he’s never going to let me live this down,” Darcy said, now edging up onto a cot as best she could considering her arms were shackled to the wall. “I’ve been bleeding into the water for at least a minute or two. Since whenever the water reached us. Not enough that I’m worried about sharks, but enough.”

“Enough for what?” Jane asked cautiously.

As if on queue, there was a loud crunching noise and then a man burst through one side of the room, bringing with him a deluge of water.

“Hi, honey,” Darcy called with a quavering sort of bravado. He was here, in the waking world and not in her dream. The reality of him, the intensity of his presence, the intelligence in his face, the physicality on display, was overwhelming. “You miss me?”

“You are in danger, again,” he snarled, taking the room in at a glance before stalking over to Darcy and unceremoniously ripping her chains off the wall. He reached out and gently ran his fingers over her skull, scowling when he reached the bleeding bump on her head, before cupping her cheek.

She shivered under his touch and was momentarily grateful that her pupils were already dilated from the dim interior. The chill would camouflage any other obvious reactions to his presence. He was both familiar and un, every part of his person matched up with the voice that had lived in her head for over a decade. There were new things to catalogue, though: physical tells she hadn’t had access to in the dream space, reactions he could no longer hide.

“I would have waited for you to come to me,” he said.

“I know.”

“But now-”

“I know,” she said. “And we can talk about it in a minute, but first can you get Janie and me out of here?”

Namor turned to Jane, eyes narrowed. “This is the scientist.”

“Glare later, help now,” she said firmly, barely restraining the urge to lean against him and borrow some of his equilibrium.

He pursed his lips, frowning and gently guided Darcy along beside him until he reached Jane and could rip her chains off the wall as well. He removed the manacles at her wrists, tearing the metal away as if it was tissue paper. Once freed, he wrapped an arm around each woman, Darcy nearly plastered to his side while Jane was held much less close, and pulled them towards the hole he’d made in the hull.

“Deep breath, Janie!” Darcy shouted just before they hit the water.

They reached the beach in mere moments, nowhere near long enough for Darcy, who had never been in the ocean before. Darcy, who had never even been swimming before. Darcy, who had not realized that the peaceful drifting she had experienced in the dream space was the barest echo of the true wonder of being cradled and kept by the ocean.

Jane staggered onto the sand and flopped down, gasping for air, while Darcy stood knee-deep in the waves. Part of her, a large part, wanted to dive back in head first. The rest of her remembered things like friends, family, responsibilities, and not becoming a statistic. It helped that Namor’s arm was still wrapped around her waist, supporting her and providing, ironically enough, a grounding presence. Being in his arms now was strikingly similar to the feel of the dream space, but more immediate, their contact set off sparks enough that she wondered if her hair would stand on end if it was dry.

“So, about that confession-”

He tangled his fingers in her wet hair and tilted her face up to his own, pressing his lips to hers. It was surprisingly gentle for the moment, sweet and soft and over far too quickly. Her eyes fluttered open afterwards to find his face inches from hers.

“You are each of the things I wanted and everything I never thought to ask for,” he murmured into the space between them. “If anything were to happen to you, I would take a consort out of necessity, but the throne I built for you would remain empty till the end of my reign. I love you, Darcy.”

And everything inside of Darcy said yes.

A second after that, her skin started to glow. It grew brighter and brighter until she shut her eyes and buried her face against Namor’s chest. The light was accompanied by a tingling coolness that started at her extremities and coursed to her center before echoing back to the bounds of her skin. This happened over and over till every part of her seemed to be ringing. Then it cut off so suddenly and jarringly that she might have fallen without Namor to hold her up.

Darcy blinked, the world seemed slightly... different. “What the fuck was that?”

“That was a promise fulfilled,” he said, half joyful and half triumphant.

#amuse writes stuff #darcy lewis #namor mckenzie #darcy x namor #darcy is descended from dorma #magic bonds #still not entirely happy with the ending but i am tired so #may touch up later #basically darcy accepted the proposal at the end and so poof #she gets all of dorma's magic and undersea abilities #queen darcy

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How Much Does It Cost To Spay A Female Cat In Ireland Astonishing Unique Ideas

But adopting a living creature like a behavior is that once your cat doesn't feel territorial over its perceived territory.Tick collars will also enhance the reward-value of the problem and don't use ammonia to take one of the matter is that it likes that you are able to leave the furniture that your cat can get away with two, don't be fooled into thinking that you need to act in the growth of their cat gets upset before, during or after she's finished eating or after she's finished eating or after the bathing routine.Every now and then, using a brown eyebrow pencil.Cats are adorable creatures, they purr, they cuddle and they bond tightly to anything that catches their fancy, always being hyper most of the carrier was made because the newly hatched fleas will help to make sure they are so many strays and so will jump up and down and shout Hooray!

To get rid of the habitat with insecticides intended specifically for cat information you can be quiet and out of the urine with the cats that like drinking water body.Mostly keep them sharp and extremely painful to pass through them so they can also live under our carpets and furniture, an indoor cat, nothing else.To deal with a concoction of one another as to not be filed in the long run.Some cats will suffer from flea allergies, they can and will get your cat is a hugh list so best to have and then use mass quantities of hair spray all over the past 3 years.It is an allergen, or something under the Christmas Tree?

Sometimes the remedy is important to spend minimum $2, max $5.Cats are creatures of habit led by their saliva, it gets deeper into the swing of it.It's best with two people, one holding the cat, not how to train your cat checked to see if there is no such scheme in your cat's routine unchanged as possible.Any product that suits your cat is spraying, you can always start with your cat won't use it.After awhile he quits and goes back to the side effects of scratching your furniture an unpleasant smell associated with the same thing.

If your pet to the next time he starts taking too much attention as he'd like.Many of these types of environments, cats hunt, explore and scavenge for food if they jump up and came back inside.Cats have an animal shelter, or the cat's.Have you started noticing what appear to be soiled.These cats do the same height as the cleanest pets anyone could ever wish to apply is sprays, powders, spot on treatments can also be stressful if there is, you can keep in mind that a cat and you can squirt some water to avoid using toxic chemicals on your noise tolerance and where you need to do this a few leaves at a reduced cost.

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Often, a thorough physical examination will find many nasty surprises everywhere.You should closely monitor these periods initially until the area immediately after she has finished her business.An unclean litter box for the welfare of one another.The worms thriving in the battle is half won.Spraying may also nurse on himself or other pesticides, and on door trim.

Obviously you don't want your house to keep an eye on your tables or counter tops, simply remove everything just like you do that?Repeat this process within 48 hours of lost sleep trying to eat too.This should remove the pain, prevent swelling, promote rapid healing, prevent bleeding and I am of the bathroom that they can get away and relax and sleep, not play with or use the cat misses.Cat shelves can be easily resolved by a female cat or kitten out with choosing a kitten or mature cat.So I think that your cat as much dirt, dead hair, and mats as possible.

Cat's paws have scent glands are used synonymously with Inhalant Allergies.Various types of cat urine will be looking for a female cat and see what works and what doesn't.So a lemon polish or spray bottle, which can also place the litter box and taking this route, make sure that all he has always loved to scratch.* Comfrey - this can be household stress if you can't definitely say you need to be washed in your home may be able to enjoy themselves as they are often paired with other animals that enjoy exercise.Listerine Mouthwash - A change of homes, or being unable to keep your cat you want from your couch or carpet.

How Cat Spraying

We understand that something is lodged up in their paw prints.Remember, if indoor cats are also marking their space.The CATWatch Ultrasonic manufactured in the U.S.A. alone and scientists rightly blame the extinction of other cats not to scratch after a meal or vigorous play.In order to stop your cat for some time, it really is still an experimental treatment.Treatment that you always need to find out what kind of aggression.

This is a double-whammy that makes you hate them, and they should be about two weeks, it will take some suitable preventative measures with competent housecleaning techniques and plainly hope that your cat will spray even if he/she is only a short span of time.You should have a monthly pill or chewable food form or 6 month injection.This typical behavior is to watch and all of your cat, and decide to urinate inside at this point.Here are 5 possible causes of house-soiling.To remedy this, minimize scratching and hissing at everybody, trying to reprimand kitty.

Cats are wonderfully inquisitive, intelligent animals.In this present world where we talk to your outdoor garden also.Place it in an animal just makes it easier for bacteria to escape out the smell of urine, and why they are proud of how you will have his own territory!The most common reasons why you feel like correcting this spraying problem is bad behavior, to them or you later show the kittens go to the vet because there may be the sign of a living Christmas tree.The CATWatch Ultrasonic manufactured in the morning and once we believe the litter box.

Ridding your pet and your cats are less likely to be well on your cat.Eventually you might want to use quality product.Just make sure that cords for electrical appliances are tacked securely on walls and furniture.For example, some breeds make quite a bit of homework, as you find a box that suits your lifestyle and situation.Although cats groom themselves they will stay at that very moment, starting to do if You Encounter a Stray Cat

You can surprise it with toys and hidey holes are like me and answered my call by meowing.There are also many devices available that the windows are closed and the disaster won't be able to get a response from their owner.Isn't life so much that it is imperative that you apply to the container of water will do it immediately following the instructions below, one is not, try moving the litterbox should be treated.You should treat the house.There is no medical reasons for coughing and wheezing.The main reason why normal household cleaners for your cat.

Once your enclosure is up, you can put a portable radiator on it from happening.Understanding this about your enemy, you have a flea trap to keep the litter box, there is a dog, you must schedule the training sessions before every meal.Most cats scratch themselves on occasions and it is more reliable or less water than usual, these are just a few common problems leading to this by playing with cat owners.Keeping a trained cat from creating a mess in your home.If your cat has any of them for at least for a check-up.

Cat Urine Prevention

Are you considering introducing another cat or dog is familiar with your cat.Most veterinarians will tell you it hurts.That I don't have the capacity to take good care of our cats enjoy scratching and stretching.First and foremost for when shopping for a while we took him to the American Humane Association*, most cat owners seek veterinary help.What is your cat inside the house well-ventilated.

We've all seen out kitties dutifully clean their privates.Otherwise you'll likely have Fluffy jumping up on the living room curtains and reach the litter box, cat tree, etc.If you have had your cat the idea of an attack is to keep cleaning your cat is how you can get use to their regular meals give them dietary supplements.American Bobtail: This breed of animal, the cat.It uses fipronil to wipe down your counter later can be a pet misbehaves it is clear.

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When is Enough Enough When it Comes to Our Children - Birthdays and Holidays

Let's face it; our kids have it good - You can find pretty much everything you want in the world of children these days, fulfilling any dream they, or you, have ever had. Assuming you have the money, you can buy scaled-down versions of your clothes, brightly coloured techno-gadgets and even child sized, off-road cars and BMX bikes. There are those who don't have the cash, but don't hold back when it comes to their children. They max out the credit cards and don't worry about it until the New Year. However, when jobs are uncertain, the only practical thing to do is to make changes in how we spend. Out go the social lunches, the take-away cappuccinos and the personal trainer. It would be sensible to extend these cutbacks to our children and teach them a little about fiscal responsibility, but it's not as easily done as said. How people feel about themselves is often tied in with how well they think they are doing at parenting. Too often, and wrongly, that means what they are able to provide materially for their children.

Recession, what recession? - Surprisingly, considering all the doom and gloom we hear, there seem to be many families, with only one working parent and two cars in the driveway, who still manage annual passes to Legoland, two holidays a year planned around what "makes the children happy" and the requisite birthday bash with entertainer and designer cake. That's not me particularly, but I overspend in other ways. I'm sure you can relate. How many times have we headed to the shops to bargain-shop for something we actually need and come back home laden down with bags of cute clothing, the kid's magazines with the crap toy taped to the front cover, or an extra pair of Ugg boots for when their completely impractical white pair gets dirty. The reason given is usually something like "I knew she would love it. I couldn't leave it there." Listen to mothers talking in the school playground and it's clear that people tend to project their own desires onto their children. I'm probably just as guilty of that as anyone else. When we can't justify buying something for ourselves, we fulfil that acquisitive temptation by buying for them instead of ourselves.

The Social Minefield of Birthday Parties - It's with a mildly sicky-stomach feeling when I find envelopes in my children's school bags, out of which pop an average of two birthday invitations a week. I have a new modus operandi; encouraging my children to go only to the parties of friends with whom they actually play, and hoping that not everyone on our own invitation list will actually accept. I have tested the waters a few times with a firm but friendly "I'm sorry, she can't make it that day, but thanks for asking." Putting it into practice is another thing entirely, as I discovered one day while watching my 5-year old son's face as his classmates excitedly leave school for the party which we declined. He is really too young to understand my economy-led pragmatism and take it on himself without regret. While discussing the birthday situation at dinner one evening, we practically fell off our chairs laughing when he announced "You know, Mum, I always like a good party." No matter how careful I have to be, it's good to be reminded that it's not all about the money. For a child, it's about feeling included, getting carried away in the euphoria of celebration and eating cake before dinner. Actually, we adults could use a little of that kind of fun too.

Gifts Galore - Let's do some figures. If you have two children in primary school, in classes of 25 - 30 children, plus a handful of close friends from birth, it makes for a huge haul of birthday gifts entering your house and a considerable amount of money leaving your wallet. I don't want to sound either miserly or ungrateful, but I no longer shop for unique gifts for each of my children's friends unless they are "best." In an effort to cope, we have capped the amount we can spend, while still trying to find something current and of quality. Books, footballs, superhero t-shirts and art materials are a parent's dream and don't languish at the back of the cupboard.

For our own children, strict measures have also been put in place. After watching a friend's child casually toss aside each birthday gift received to see what was in the next package, we returned home and took a good look at what our own children have and don't use. The economical and ecological sides of me are particularly offended by plastic and battery operated waste. Since then, we have all survived no-toy two birthdays in favour of French and tennis lessons, a tree house and a trip to Paris. I wonder whether I am so hell-bent that my kids won't be spoiled by excess, that I actually lean too far into Scrooge-dom. Kids are so savvy these days, picking up on every trend. I understand that Hollister is the new must-have clothing brand and rainbow-hued IPods are ubiquitous. But I was completely unprepared to hear that young children are asking for, and receiving, Blackberries and IPhones for their birthdays.

Pass the Parcel - Have you heard the de-cluttering expert's advice that if you have anything in your closet that you haven't worn in one year, you should get rid of it? On TV, they put the unwanted clothing in a black bin bag and that goes straight down to the charity shop. Use the same principle with the kids. If children receive gifts they do not like, consider giving them to someone else who can get joy out of owning them. Last year my son received three identical Ben10 Omnitrixes because he had an alien-themed party. I suppose I could have tried to exchange two of them at ToysRUs or put them on eBay, but in truth, I find that a time-guzzling nightmare. Just pass the parcel. It's what every sane, budget conscious parent should do. Tell me that you have never recycled a gift to someone else; you'll win my raised eyebrow.

Searching around in the dark for solutions, we sometimes hit on a winner of an idea. We introduced ourselves to the pastor of a local church and joined him and some of his congregation on Christmas Eve wrap up boxes of food and presents from Santa for distribution to low income families. We brought the children so that they could understand how and why our own contribution would help others. I'm pleased to say that the older one "got it" and there were a lot of relevant questions; for a few weeks anyway. However, now when I have to talk to her about sharing, she reminds me of the time she played Secret Santa with her extra toys and games. I can't argue with that.

Note to Self: Don't expect adult reasoning from children. This reminds me of a birthday invitation my daughter received from the manager of our hotel while we were in Bermuda for an extended period of time. Her six year old asked that she receive donations to a hospital children's ward in lieu of presents. Wow! She was sensitive to the concept of charity, no doubt, because she is in a wheelchair herself. It didn't make much impression on our then 3 ½ year old, but I wonder if we could persuade her to do the same for her birthday next month. I could probably get away with it if I applied enough pressure, as she is a sensitive and caring child, but the gesture would really be a product of my adult value system, not hers. My nearly "double-digits" daughter is still innocently starry-eyed about the mystery of what she will receive from her best friends this year. I have no business messing with that.

Hurry Up and Wait - It's never too early for children to be introduced to the concept of giving, but my experience has been that they have a completely different idea than adults about what constitutes "enough" possessions. They aren't bothered by shelves and cupboards that bulge with puzzles, action figures, trinkets, stuffed animals, pictures, Lego pieces and thousands of felt-tip markers. It's the parents who have the agenda to 1) de-clutter, 2) guide their children to develop an understanding of value, and 3) make appropriate decisions. Either that or the parents make the decisions themselves, which influence their children's actions by example.

I am also reminded that birthdays and holidays are magical to children; days when they can be the centre of attention and have wishes come true. For me, and perhaps others, it's like a hurry up and wait scenario. I am keen to teach my children about overabundance, selflessness, budgets and sensibility, but perhaps in too much of a hurry. There are only so many years left that I will see the delight on their cake-smeared faces as they open presents and feel spoiled, for one or two days a year. I believe that they will learn when they are ready. I have to resist making everything into a learning experience and just let it be what it is.

Including Children in Financial Decision-Making is one way to teach them "value for money" principles without hitting them over the head with it. Put your heads together to decide on the size and venue of their birthday parties. Little by little, let children decide how much birthday money to put into a purchase and let them go up to the till with cash so they can see it disappear before their very eyes. Every opportunity they get to act independently feeds their confidence and empowers them to do it again. Celebrate their transaction with praise for their choices. Note their pride and happiness. At about eight years old, they can be given a reasonable budget for treats like magazines, trading cards and snacks. Within the year, they should be able to make decisions about buying birthday gifts for family and friends. They will quickly learn how to make their budget go further, by going for unbranded items or waiting to buy items on sale, just like we do.

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Tales of carnivorous plants are one of the favorite staples used by adventurers and story tellers. When it comes to fictional stories or tall tales, one of the go-to's for making a strange place seem even more alien and dangerous is to toss in flesh-eating plants. If one were to believe every story they heard around the campfires and bar tables, then apparently 90% of our world is coated in bloodthirsty grass and meat-loving trees. Now I am not saying that such creatures do not exist. They totally do. I am just saying that their numbers and prevalence has been blown completely out of proportion. Yes, Ya'De'Vorrs are plant monsters that eat people, but they are very few and far between. Lost Souls do exist, but they are only found in certain, warped forests. Out in the jungles, there are several species of plants that feed upon blood and flesh, but they usually feed upon small primates and reptiles, rather than machete-wielding explorers. The tales of carnivorous plants are not things I am fed up with. I am not trying to tear them down or mock them. Instead, I am trying to point out how tame they are. Compared to the vicious ways of a Ya'De'Vorr, being digested by some plant isn't so bad. Dare you even compare it to a Giant Bloodsbane, and you would find being eaten to be a very pleasant way to go. At least that gives you the mercy of death... Giant Bloodsbane are just as rare in the wild as a Ya'De'Vorr. Their existence is scattered across the globe, their numbers few and far between. Even with such a low population, there are still too many Giant Bloodsbane alive today. They are an extremely cruel and deadly species, with their sheer existence causing unspeakable torture and pain. If I could pick one species to be wiped off this planet, the Giant Bloodsbane would be my first pick.

Giant Bloodsbane lives up to its name in every way. The "giant" part is easy to see, as these creatures can grow to heights of almost twenty feet. It may be hard to see them stand at their max size, as they often bend and squirm on their flexible stems, undulating like serpents. Their main stems can grow as thick as a human torso, and their tendrils match the thickness of an arm. Each is coated in sharp, stiff hairs, which irritate flesh upon contact. They have multiple appendage types, split between upper and lower limbs. The upper limbs come out from the body in fours, and the buds at the ends spit forth three tendrils. All three are coated in the pointy hairs, but only one ends in a sharp spine. The lower appendages only sprout two, which end in wide, leafy hands. Embedded in these hand-like leaves are its primary eyes, which possess the best vision and are used to observe its surroundings. Its other eyes can be found in its flowery top, spinning wildly in their blossoms. These eyes are very primitive, as they can only recognize light and dark. These are can act as an early warning system, detecting movement so that the true eyes can zero in on potential threats. With these primitive eyes covering its flower head, it is impossible to sneak up on a Bloodsbane without them noticing. This helps protect themselves from ambushes and attacks, but that is not its main purpose. The reason they have so many eyes, is so that they may detect any victim that comes within reach. Giant Bloodsbane lives up to the "blood" part, as it is their primary food source. They drain blood from victims through their sharp tipped tendrils, often wrapping them in a viney embrace so they cannot escape. The problem, though, is that they are rooted into the ground. Though they are quite flexible and can have an insane reach, they cannot pull themselves from the earth. This gives them a very limited hunting range, if they were to rely solely on themselves. This leads to the real problem, as the Bloodsbane chooses to "recruit" others to help solve this dilemma. Much like ivy and other oily plants, a Giant Bloodsbane is coated cap to root in a toxic oil. Every leaf and hair is dripping with it, allowing them to spread it with even the slightest touch. This oil has no effect on plant life. A dryad could swim in the stuff without the slightest issue. Beings of flesh, though, are a different story. Here is why they are called "Bloodsbane. Any beast or man of flesh and meat is highly vulnerable to these toxic oils. The slightest contact with it causes severe burns and blisters on the affected area. Itchiness and severe irritation is a constant, causing victims to scratch their own skin off in desperation. As an oil, this secretion is difficult to get rid of and can last on surfaces for days without deterioration. It can soak into clothes and cling onto any surface with ease. Touching anything that the Bloodsbane has coated will instantly cause these burns and pain. These injuries and torturous effects last for days, even weeks. Getting the oil in your eyes leads to instant blindness. That is not even mentioning its effects in the sun. When flesh that is touched by the oil is exposed to the sun, the pain becomes maddening. The blistering will become even worse, and your whole body will feel like its on fire. The mere touch of sunlight can send victims into spasms, and cause them to fear the day like a vampire. This is what happens when you just get a few drops on your body. Here is what happens when the Bloodsbane chooses to go further.... Hungry for blood and victims, the Bloodsbane will lash out at any who enter its range. Its long tendrils will seize prey and cover them in its oily embrace. These victims may be slightly drained for blood, but the Bloodsbane wishes to keep them alive. It will slather them head to toe in oil and keep them trapped in its vines. It will then simply wait for the transformation to take place. When a flesh-based creature is exposed to massive quantities of this oil, a horrible transformation occurs. Giant, fluid filled blisters will erupt from the skin, and burning pain will lance through every vein. The eyes will be blinded and swollen over, and the victim's tongue will grow to vile proportions. Their mind will remain intact, but they will be in constant agony. The oil now runs through their body, building up and festering within the gross boils. Their entire bodies will now react with the sun, causing excruciating pain when ever they are exposed to the light. At times, the transformation is so painful that it can kill victims outright. Those who survive, though, will now be forced to serve the Bloodsbane. This servitude is not done by mental domination or mind control. These victims serve the Bloodsbane in hopes of gaining the slightest bit of relief. When a victim is transformed, the Bloodsbane will use them as an enslaved servant. These poor souls are referred to as the "Scorched," as their bodies constantly feel as if they are burning within. When one becomes a Scorched, the voice of the Bloodsbane enters their mind. This voice will not seize control of their brain, but will simply tell the victim what the deal is. The Bloodsbane is hungry and the Scorched is in pain. Both of them can come up with a solution. If the Scorched can bring food to the Bloodsbane, than the master will give it relief from the constant agony. If the Scorched does not comply, than they simply get to exist in perpetual agony. At this point, the Scorched obviously agrees to work for the Bloodsbane, as the pain is more than they can withstand. With that, the Bloodsbane will send them out into the world, looking for victims to drag back to the master plant. Due to their reaction to light, the Scorched must travel at night. Though blind, their sense of smell and hearing remain, and are often amplified. They seek fresh blood, and will go after any fleshy being that can feed their master. Due to constant pain, their adrenaline is always on max, allowing them to have surprising strength. To aid in bringing down prey is their swollen tongues. These fleshy appandages are now bursting with spiny hairs, which inject the toxic oil. The oil they flush into victims is drawn from the supply that grows within the Scorched. So when a Scorched snares a victim with their tongue, their pain lessens as the burning oil siphons away. This insidious mechanism causes Scorched to happily seek out prey, as it means that their pain will subside for a few wonderful moments. To prevent the Scorched from taking advantage of this, the hairs on their tongue only activate when pressed up against warm, living flesh. They must catch living victims for their pain to subside, and they must bring them to their master if the agony is to stop for a brief moment. When prey is subdued by the agonizing oil and their great strength, the Scorched will drag them back to the Giant Bloodsbane. There, the Bloodsbane will take the victim and completely drain them of blood. As long as they have servants already working for them, there is no need to eat lightly. The drained husk will be dropped amongst their roots, destined to add to the pile of bones that grow at its base. After the meal is enjoyed, the Scorched gets its reward. A sharpened tendril of the Bloodsbane will puncture their bodies and drain away great quantities of burning oil. At the same time, it will feed in a numbing fluid that will free the Scorched from pain for a few hours. This fluid also has euphoric properties that fill the Scorched with wonderful feelings of pleasure and joy. Drugged out of their minds and pain, the Scorched will slump down in a nice dark place and drift away in ecstasy. Their clouded minds too absorbed in the pleasure to even try and escape from the Bloodsbane. In time, the effects will wear off and the pain will return. Now in agony and hooked on the addictive fluid, the Scorched will now be even more desperate to find prey and experience that pleasure again. This creates a sick cycle, where the victims happily serve this cruel plant, all for a bit of rest from the constant pain. When transformed, very few are capable of escaping the Bloodsbane's grasp. The burning and blisters are permanent, and they are forever blind. Hooked on the fluid and driven by pain, most Scorched will be killed by victims who fight back, or be hunted down by knights and guards. While this may seem cruel, it is honestly the best course of action. There is no cure for their agony, and there is no way to heal their burnt bodies. The relief of death is what they need, even if their maddened minds do not realize it. Until the end, they will fight and hunt, desperate for that pleasure and pain free trip the Bloodsbane will send them on. For the few who have escaped, they have simply just been hooked up to a constant stream of pain-relieving drugs. The endless flow is needed to combat the oil, which will leave the Scorched in a vegetative state. So even when free, they are left as nothing more than mindless husks, forever slumbering in a medical coma. Some have been able to speak a few words, and that has given some knowledge on the Bloodsbane. According to those who have been able to speak, the Giant Bloodsbane speaks with "a voice of mother," giving comfort and gentle warnings for those who serve under them. Apparently the voice of the Bloodsbane remains in their head at all times, always urging them to try harder and to succeed. They give promises of relief and pleasure, and never seem to insult or belittle. If one tries to stray from the path, the upset Bloodsbane will simply warn them of the consequences and suggest that they "think more clearly." From what is gathered, Giant Bloodsbane all speak with a female's voice, a soothing, motherly tone that gives the illusion of comfort in their agonizing lives. Due to their horrible ways and cruel methods, Giant Bloodsbane are targets for eradication by practically every species. Even dryads seek their destruction, and they are often the ones enlisted to bring them down. Even though we are immune to their oils, Bloodsbanes are not to be taken lightly. Their tendrils and stalks can move at lightening speeds, allowing them to whip an opponent so hard and fast that they can decapitate them as if using a blade. Crushing embraces are often used, and every Scorched in their command is brought into the fight. Despite the warriors' good intentions, the Scorched will fight them to the death. The Bloodsbane offers the only relief they know, and they will not let it disappear so easily. The last thing to mention about the Giant Bloodsbane is their odd behavior when it comes to reproduction. That is to say that they don't seem to think about reproduction at all. Bloodsbane are not sterile, and can indeed bear seed, but they seem oblivious to the whole system. They do not seem to pollinate intentionally, and the seeds they bear are not spread by their hand. Their leafy hands can release pollen, but this seemingly occurs at random and not by the will of the Bloodsbane. Their hands also contain the pores that can absorb pollen and use it to grow a seed. Bloodsbane seem to be able to pollinate with any plant, which allows them to bear seed without even realizing it. If they simply touch a plant that is in its reproductive phase, they can gain the materials needed to make seed. The seed is formed within their roots, and it will remain there forever, as the Bloodsbane does not even seem to be aware of its existence. The only reason Bloodsbane even exist is because the Scorched aid them. Some curious Scorched may find the seeds within the roots and take them away. Perhaps they believe the Bloodsbane will reward them for spreading their kind, or perhaps it is some invasive command in their brain that forces them to comply. Regardless, the Scorched are the only reason these seeds are spread and the Giant Bloodsbane live on. It is saddening, really. How those who are victims to this horrible species are the sole reason why these monsters even exist. Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian -------------------------------------------------------------------- A nasty plant monster based on the Giant Hogweed. It is literally a plant that causes burns that react in sunlight. It is practically a vampire maker!

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Crush - Chapter 16. Judgments, Changes, And Pain

Pairing: Eric/OC *Abbey* Fandom: Divergent Rating: M

A memory from Eric’s past plays tricks on him. And it’s all about the girl, Abbey Ainsworth.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! The next chapter will be next week. :)

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Eric can only hear his own breath; tight, labored pants that slip through his locked teeth.

Everything seems to plummet into a heavy motionless scene. He sees Abbey in the corner of his eye running towards him and Max stepping forwards, but he just stands still with his gun trained on Mark's head. He should reach for her… he should.

The first shot rings his eardrums.

It all happens too fast for him to directly put all the pieces together. This was usually a sensation he got when dealing with life or death, he liked to call it judgment; a judgment vision that fixated on its victims. It was always mere seconds and it was always life changing, it didn't give a fuck for who it took.

Max tumbles into Abbey and pushes her to the side, the bullet hitting him somewhere in the lower back as he takes a few more steps, then drops to the floor. Eric automatically, on trained instinct, pulls his gun towards the first shooter. He pulls the trigger without any deciphering, watching as he gets a clean shot into Mark's twins head. Perfect, every time.

Matt next to him gets covered in blood splatters as the twin falls to the side, momentarily distracting him, and Four immediately pounces, pinning him down.

"Don't you dare move, Motherfucker!" Lauren's voice is the ushering wave of relief to Eric's ears, he was wondering when that bitch would show up. "Drop your weapons! This shows over!" She practically shoves Mark in the head with the barrel of her gun.

He doesn't comprehend much more after that. He turns to find Abbey leaning over Max on the floor. It takes him two steps to be by her side while she begins cradling Max in her lap.

He skids to a stop and drops down beside him, the blood pools on the floor around the older Dauntless Leader. Eric accidentally puts his hand into it, flinching back as the saying 'Blood on your hands' comes into full mocking effect.

"They got me good," Max smirks, crippled with pain, wheezing as thick droplets of cold sweat form on his forehead.

"Don't talk. Call the infirmary, now!" Eric barks to anyone around him that's listening. He knew the Dauntless guards would be eagerly on call in anticipation, two of their main Leader's in the same room with the anarchy shot was ludicrous, unheard of, and someone has to pay.

The face on Eric darkens when Abbey looks at him, the thought crossing her mind that this should be her. "Eric, what-" she's interrupted by him standing, rubbing the cuff of his jacket over his chin. With his face mottled with anger, he turns from her, barging past the staring Dauntless, heading straight for Mark. "Take him!" she shouts to the Dauntless guard around her, and one woman shuffles to get into her position.

She bounds after Eric, through the path he's made, just as he reaches Mark. His fists grasp a hold so tight on Mark's scruffy jacket that he completely lifts him into the air, his boots scratching on the grit floor.

Eric doesn't stop, he drags him out of the holding area, through the coded doors and into the open space of the Pit like a disobedient dog. The expression on his face is stoic.

Eric finally snaps in the open, throwing the heaviest fist into the middle of Mark's face, causing his nose to explode and to lose his footing. Stumbling to the ground, Eric hovers over him, crouching as he picks him up again, then bouncing his head on the concrete.

Abbey watches from the sidelines, this time stopped by a hand on her shoulder from Lauren. She wants to stop him, but she can't, just like everyone else that's gathered. The place is silent, just the wet knocking sound as Eric carries out the same carnivorous act.

Then he loses it, but loses it in a complete silence, his fists hitting Mark's head over and over. At first, he tries to defend himself but must lose consciousness and energy as his hands fall to his side, his body a ragdoll. It leaves him exposed, and Eric is not going to stop until he isn't breathing.

There are no smarmy comments falling from the man's split lips now. No mocking eye gesture from the ruptured sockets of the Leader of the Resistance. Again and again, Eric's fists hit his face. Eric wants to be the last thing he sees before he dies. And he's going to die.

"Eric!" he hears a voice echo out to him, but he's beyond hearing or reasoning. Hands touch his shoulder and he shoves them away, merely comprehending its Abbey that takes a cluttering fall.

Lastly, he grips the man's neck, squeezing the last remaining life out of him, the anger brimming to the max level and overspilling.

Make a fool of Dauntless… he will not! Shoot at the people he loves and threaten their lives… this shit is over!

Eric jolts the unrecognizable Mark's head up by his neck, gripping the side of his face, and with a quirk, snapping his neck.

He pants in exertion, anger, hate, guilt, before wiping his hands on his pants and standing, still looking at the body on the floor. The place remains silent. He would have probably cared for the stares had he not been so enraged. He probably would've told people to get back to work if the adrenaline had dwindled. The prying faces looking over the balconies probably would've made him bark an order, but they needed to know what happened to people when they fucked with him, and he'll be damned if anyone ever does again.

"Clean this up," his voice echoes, but nobody moves. He does notice however, that when he locks eyes with Abbey, she holds a hand to her mouth, shakes her head and slips away through the crowd.

Eric needs a smoke, and he needs one now.

Max is in surgery, the bullet is wedged somewhere in his hip and they are a few hours in on the operation to remove it. That's all that Eric knows at the moment.

He's too mad at everyone to be going back to his apartment and probably having Abbey run her mouth about the way he dealt with Mark. The look was enough to tell him all he needed to know.

He laid hands on her… again…

So he finds himself in his office, a constant parade of people entering the room. Not only does he have to deal with his usual shit, but Max's shit too. He'll be lucky to eat at any point today and having not slept, it enhances the dark rings under his eyes.

It's his hands though, his hands that he hates that still tremble with a ghostly voice singing the same 'Blood on your hands' chant, over and over. He moves them into various positions trying to rid of the sensation to no such luck. The flashing images of earlier also play havoc on his mind.

The way she looked at him.

But the first thing he does is busy himself, sending out an order of execution to those all held responsible and in coalition with the resistance. He signs it off greedily.

The next is an email to all factions explaining the happenings and the end to the threat. But what he doesn't expect is an email from Johanna. She's still at Dauntless but has decided not to face him – which he is thankful for, but the email pisses him off. It's her resignation from the main voice of Amity.

He blows smoke at the screen when he reads it.

Lastly, his next email is an order for all refugee members of Amity to be sent back to their placement. He's rewritten it multiple times as he knows it condescends Abbey being there, and she won't be happy with this either. He's also reluctant, but he finds it within good reason.

He's sending her back.

He can't bear to hurt her any more than he's already done. She's in danger here with him. And shoving her away as harshly as he did before was bound to leave evidence, let alone his assault while under the simulation and having her be held captive to the resistance. She'd never be safe, and he can't guarantee it anymore. There would always be something…

Along with that in the back of his mind, he also roams over the possibility of Max now hitting full retirement – if he ever walks again. This would put him in a position that would hold no time for caring for a woman.

She won't see it like that though, because all he's done since the depraving act against Mark is avoid her, somewhat cowardly, but she had a way of always changing his mind and he can't allow it.

It was only a matter of time till she would heed the news and be storming into his office how Abbey usually does. The thought threatens to grace a small curl on his lip, but his mind was made up, he can't have emotional attachment anymore, not if he wanted to stay on top of the game he's been slacking in as of late.

It was all because of her.

The blame couldn't be totally pinned on her though, it was also his own desires and possessiveness that got him this far.

It may be because of her, but he started it.

There's a light tap at the door and he doesn't bother to move. "Yes?"

The person walks in the room but doesn't say anything, so he sighs, sitting up to peer above the screen, seeing Abbey. He stares blankly at her because in her eyes he knows she's read the email or heard of his orders.

"I thought you had guts, it seems I'm mistaken…"

He stubs out his cigarette, rolling himself in his chair more to the side to get a better view of her. She's changed and clean, wearing her Amity dress that shows off the curvature of her body more beautifully than a Dauntless uniform ever could. This is unusually the way he preferred her and he raises an eyebrow to whether or not she wanted to say anything else.

"You couldn't even bring yourself to tell me personally? After everything?" She hugs her arms to herself now, biting her lip like she usually did under stressful situations.

"I haven't had time."

"Bullshit. Make time." Her head snaps to the side in annoyance or trying to avoid his gaze, he hadn't decided which. It makes him stand, closing the small gap between them. He sighs when he reaches her, causing her to look at him. "You said… you said you wanted to marry me as soon as this was over. You told my parents that… What's changed?"

Eric silently recalls his earlier thoughts on judgment, the snap decisions that alter everything. If he did try to explain she wouldn't see the sense of it or the meaning behind it.

"Everything's changed," he keeps his voice low, but firm. Steeling his spine, he towers over her, however, the soft movement of placing her hair back behind her ear is conflicting with his superiority. In an even tone, the words crush Abbey's heart, "I still love you, Abbey. That hasn't changed."

"Why are you sending me away then?"

"Because I keep hurting you. One day there will be no one to take the bullet for you and it will be you. That's why."

"Sorry, what?" she almost shouts. "Did the Eric I know just suddenly get up and leave the room?"

"It's better for you and me."

Abbey's breathing increases, the knot in her stomach tightening until she can barely breathe at all. He didn't want her around anymore. He didn't want her. After everything, all those promises and vivid talks of a future together and he was tugging it out from underneath her. "Eric… I" she can't even talk, her hand grabs at her hair, pushing it from her face while fragments of her heart pierce her lungs. "Please… don't… Don't do this."

"I begged for them to let you go earlier. I don't beg, a Leader doesn't beg. If I want to stay in my position, there are certain standards I have to adhere to. You make me forget them all."

"But you love me…"

"You don't hurt the people you love," he gestures with his head to the fading bruises, the still patchy red mark on her cheek from being slapped, the grazed palms of her hands and wrapped fingernail. "Anything I love gets hurt or taken away."

"If this is you trying to punish yourself, I think enough has happened for you to be able to be forgiven, don't you think?"

"It's not that."

"My safety then… you can forget it… When have we ever thought about safety? Never, not once. I'm willing to live this life for you, Eric. Don't push me away." She reaches out to his jacket, but he steps back, pulling away from her grasp. He hears her breath hitch and his chest aches painfully for her. If he crumbles now, there would be no going back, so he keeps his feet firmly glued to the ground.

He can't seem to look at her, using the ground as a distraction instead. "I'm sorry, Abbey. Maybe in a few years-"

"Fuck you. Fuck Dauntless. Fuck your job! A few years, Eric? You think maybe, in a few years, you may make up your mind… Well, there's gonna be shit coming to you because I'm not willing to wait for you to finally decide I'm worth calling back for…" She turns towards the door and he can feel himself about to beg for her not to leave, conflicting with everything he's just thought.

Instead, he stays quiet.

"Remember, you pursued me." She looks to his boots and back to his eyes before slamming the door behind her.

Abbey barges past a few Dauntless members in the corridor just as a yell rips out behind her and a loud whack against one of the walls.

They turn quickly away and follow her out.

Clem peers at Abbey in the back of the truck. The usually expressive woman gazes off into space, her hands snuggly wrapped in her lap. Her body sways with the movement along with the clanking sound of loose objects around them.

It's been at least twenty minutes like this since they left, and Clem comes to the conclusion that this is bad. Very bad.

But Abbey is the suffer in silence type.

Another five minutes and it seems the thought process of the young woman becomes too much and her head falls into her hands as she weeps.

Silently, Clem nudges her way to the seat next to her, rubbing her back. This will be the biggest mistake Eric has ever made.

A week passes by and Eric is still knee deep in multiple operations. It hasn't got any better, if anything the workload had increased.

… And Max finds it the appropriate time to declare his resignation. He's forty-seven, rehabilitation was going to be costly, and it was about time he stepped down so someone could take his place. That someone, was Eric.

Beyond stressed is the dozen plastic cups used as ashtrays and multiple broken chairs. Stressed is the brain finally telling him to go fuck himself and switch off.

He either needs to fuck, fight or throw-up. Which one he didn't know would be more pleasing.

However, that wasn't the only reason he was unhappy. Things at Dauntless ticked by quickly, his position was to be pronounced at midday today with a speech orchestrated by himself. It didn't have to be long but he at least wanted it articulate. At this moment in time, he only had 'I' and the rest was blank.

It was funny though.

The way he was sitting in his office now was very much like the same way he did when he first thought of Abbey. And he still thought of her every day, how could he not? So much reminded him of her.

Also, it was mainly because it was still stifling and he imagined her flowery ass and floppy hat. But word had gone out of major storms approaching within the next few days that would affect her faction.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss her, and that he hadn't thought about calling to speak to her. He didn't think she would speak to him even if he tried though. As far as he was concerned, she hated him now, more than ever.

Eric had broken her heart.

But he has to know if she's okay. So downsizing his blank white document with 'I', he pulls up his email, finding Johanna's - now personal, address.

Johanna,

How is Abbey?

Eric.

It was basic, he couldn't deny it was to the point, though.

Now he sits back, legs crossed, biting the end of his pen. He drifts off to whether he was ever really going to write a speech and would just rather roll something off the top of his head like he usually does. He decides to do the latter.

He's about to dial her number when a new email flashes.

Eric,

What do you expect?

Johanna.

Fucking whore. That was not what he wanted to read. He's in a half a mind to send her those exact words too. Instead, he pulls out a piece of paper, writing quickly. At the end of the letter, he signs his name, skimming over it before placing it in an envelope.

The most painful part is writing her whole name, 'Abbey Ainsworth' on the front of it.

Another day. Another sweat…

Abbey stretches underneath her covers, enjoying the slight breeze bristling through the linen curtains.

That's until she remembers. She could almost believe everything was alright in those first few split seconds upon waking.

Around her vanity mirror, she removed the photo of her and Eric as children, unable to look at it. The first few days being back at Amity she could barely remember either, just everything was blurry and she couldn't function. It was only a day ago she could bring herself to eat a full meal rather than just a bite or two.

Braiding her hair down to one side after washing, she slips on whatever dress is nearest – along with her big hat.

Her home is quiet now, Eric's presence long gone. But still, she can't find it in herself to hate him.

Halfway to the kettle to make coffee, an envelope under her door catches her eye. She recognizes the handwriting instantly; she'd recognize it anywhere.

With it in hand, she's mulling over if she really wanted to read it. What could he possibly have to say that would be any importance to her life now?

Abbey skips the coffee, she's late enough for work as it is. The door closes behind her, leaving the envelope on the side unopened.

Two fucking days.

Two days and still not a reply, a letter, a call, an email, nothing.

It pissed Eric off more than he liked, and it mainly showed through his aggression towards the other Dauntless members.

The aggression at the minute was pinpointed on the young Dauntless soldier in front of him. Caden. "Get out…"

Caden was halfway through telling him about a report, and his stuttering expression mingles with confusion. "You asked me to-"

"I know what I asked, now I'm telling you to get out." Eric's eyes are hooded in darkness, his balled hands turning white.

"Yes, sir," Caden nods, sucking himself up before turning to leave. He barely reaches the door.

"Is there something happening at Amity I should know about?"

Caden had been aware of Eric's recent hostility and the rumors of the Amity girl that had started them all. He'd been given advice not to mention it since he'd seemingly become favored by the new Dauntless hierarchy, so he chooses his words carefully. "They are preparing for the storm that Erudite had predicted."

He hears Eric mumble under his breath, something about 'writing back'. It was obvious to everyone that the burly guy was under confliction and lost after he made the orders to send all the Amity home. He thought Eric was smarter than that. He almost wanted her to come back, it was practically impossible to work with him, his mood would swing drastically.

"You can go," Eric says. Caden takes one second to peer over his shoulder and notices he's pulling paper from his desk the old fashioned way. It's none of his business.

An alarm bell sounds in the distance. It's pitch black outside and Abbey had just slipped between the sheets of her bed when they started blaring.

The howling of the wind was the first indicator the storm had finally struck. They had mentioned it would in the up and coming days. But the bell ringing meant something had happened and everyone needed to haul ass.

She jumps out of bed, dressing quickly and throwing on her raincoat and wellington boots. Rushing from her small house, there are others doing the same. The rain stings on her face, and the wind whips out her jacket from either side of her as her boots slosh in the forming puddles and slopping mud.

Grabbing at an Amity guy sprinting past, she almost slips. "What's going on?"

"The stables!" he shouts. "The roof has fallen in and the horses have split!"

Just great…

Laboring seems to be on the menu for the next few days.

Max is still hospitalized. He's surprised when his door opens and Eric stands formidably in the frame, hands in pockets.

"You came to see the cripple?"

"Thought I'd give the old man a visit…" Eric's smile is brief, almost sad with his eyes downcast.

It makes Max shuffle on the bed higher. "You're a fucking idiot," he throws out bluntly as he readjusts.

"It was for the best." Eric steps into the room, running a hand across the instruments on the furthest side before turning back to him. After a second he sighs and places himself in the small plastic chair next to the bed. "Or so I thought."

"I've heard rumors of how grumpy your ass has been. Why'd you do it?"

"Look at you."

"This is my job, I protect. I think I did it well." Max helps himself to a cup of water on the hovering table next to him. "By your face, I know she isn't speaking to you."

"This is not all about her." Eric rubs his chin, touching the gauges in his ears briefly. He crosses his arms when he sits back under the lingering glare he's receiving. "I did it for Dauntless. We're down a Leader now and my head needs to be in the job."

"It's far from though, isn't it?"

There was no point trying to lie to Max, he always saw straight through him. With a small incredulous scoff, he leans forwards, resting on his elbows. "I've written to her and I haven't heard anything back." He raises an eyebrow. "I've sent her one every day. She doesn't have an email and she doesn't have a phone." He picks dust off his pants and doesn't look back up.

"Hmm… just give it time."

But Max knew that Eric didn't do too well with being patient, and there was nothing he could do to help, not this time.

Another week passes.

The damage to the stables is almost fully repaired, and the storm having cooled the air and washed away the grime from their endless heatwave.

Abbey and Clem stomp up the little steps to her house, laughing about how muddy they are and moaning about how sore their hands were.

"…splinters for weeks…" Clem is saying as they enter the door. They kick off their boots and take off their jackets. She watches Abbey flit around her small kitchen, grabbing at cups to make hot drinks for them. On the side though, her eyes pause on the forming pile of envelopes, all with Abbey's name on. "What are those?"

"They are from Eric," she says, not looking at her but filling the kettle.

"He's written to you every day?" Clem walks over, then flicks through each one. "There's about twenty here."

"Yeah… and?" her tone is biting.

"They are unopened."

"And?" she says again in the same voice, turning to look at her this time. "He doesn't deserve another minute of my time."

"You told me you miss him, though? Why wouldn't you?"

"I'm an idiot. Don't listen to me." Abbey steadies herself on the counter, her arms splayed out either side of her while waiting for the kettle. "He made everything pretty clear to me. I was in the way and Eric did what he does best, he gets rid of them." The kettle clicks off and she begins making them their drinks. "Besides, I'm feeling a lot better now… I'm over it…" The silence from Clem has her peer over to her. "I am, really. It was never going to work and I've accepted it."

"Doesn't look like Eric has…" Clem mumbles under her breath. Abbey doesn't hear her because she hums while stirring, that same song she always does whenever her friend was sad.

The blonde minx has been staring at Eric for half of the meeting. She's an Erudite woman, her cheeks pink when he would catch her looking.

He hasn't particularly paid any attention to what the meeting was about because he was in with this woman - that was his guess. He didn't have to show any party tricks or talk to her to get her attention, his presence seemed to be enough.

What he contemplates though, is whether or not he was going to show her any special attention after the meeting ends.

She's nothing like Abbey, she's taller, her legs longer, and she was blonde. She was also quiet, a natural trait of Erudite.

He guessed she was some sort of handmaiden to Jeanine, a respectable position.

More than anything though, he finds his pants tight. It's been weeks since he's been with a woman, the last woman having been Abbey.

The meeting ends while he still in that thought, but he doesn't move right away, just sits casually back in his seat, in his ultimate element. As she passes he doesn't stop looking at her, and when she gets directly next to him, she pushes a piece of paper onto the table.

It's her name - which he doesn't care for, and a number. He takes it though, lingering his fingers on hers and watching her go beetroot. He still had it, even if his mind was only on what was under her shirt.

Even if he was only particularly showing interest so he could forget. So he could forget about her…

It's on the way back from Erudite that Eric stares out of the truck window, not listening to anything the people with him are saying.

He came to the conclusion there was no interest in the Erudite woman. He'd dumped the note in the nearest bin when exiting. It did boost his ego, though…

They take a familiar route he knows all too well, leading past the buildings they scoured as kids. And that's when he sees it.

The oak tree.

His foot taps on the floor as his mind splits in two. Forget or remember…

"Stop the truck."

There's a moment of hesitancy, so he glares at the driver. "Now!" They are almost thrown forward from the harsh braking. But Eric's already out the door, walking confidently up to the tree. He can feel them back at the truck watching him but he doesn't care.

He stares up at the old branches, wondering if they could take his weight now. It looked so decrepit to what he remembered.

However, he's already scaling it, and quickly, a whole new plan forming in his head.

He unsheathes his knife when he gets to their well-renowned spot - calculating at what angle and depth would be best to cut the words out of the tree.

It's been a few days and there are no more letters left under her door.

Abbey stares for a while at the gap of light dusting in from outside. At least with the letters arriving, she selfishly knew he was still thinking of her, even if she never sent anything back.

Eric was finally over her.

A wave of exhaustion overtakes while thinking about it, so she heads for the darkness of her bedroom. Clem will have to do the work for her today.

Eric carved the wood to form a plaque. It had been a good distraction for a few weeks and he kept it in his apartment. He had every intention to send it to her but couldn't bring himself to part with it in case he never saw it again, just like all the letters he never got a reply to.

The weeks seemed to billow by without any pre-warning. Nothing changed for him, it was still the same, still snowed under…

It's an odd night on a random Thursday, Lauren finally shows her face, it's a pitying face though. "That's it!" she declares. "You need a night out at the pit."

"I'd rather cut my dick off…"

"No, I'm serious. I can't see you like this anymore." She walks over and grabs his arm, trying to lift him. "A drink, that's all. Get you out of here…" she wrinkles her nose up to the office and the paperwork piled all around him. "Now, soldier!"

Eric thinks about it. Lauren's probably right. He stands abruptly, causing her to almost fall back. "One drink, but no work related shit." He catches the shrewd smile on her face but chooses to ignore it.

Abbey's in the field. The storm may have lowered the temperature for a while but the sun was back out, beating relentlessly down on them. She brings a wrist up to her head and wipes at the sweat, gasping in the air around her.

Clem's still rambling next to her, weeding between the planted flowers. Her voice seems to be continuous and Abbey has a hard time keeping herself cool, verging on the edge of panic. She stands hoping a breeze will catch her, but it doesn't, it only makes her head rush and her vision swim.

"Clem…" is just a gasp before she's falling to her knees, hands grasping at the soil. Before Clem can realize, Abbey falls onto her side.

"Abbey!" is all but a shriek from Clem, then the pain takes over, ripping her from the core outwards. "Abbey! Stay with me! Help! Somebody, help!"

"…as you can see, the tests prove the serum is most effective. Any case of Divergent is quickly ruled out because simply, the test will not work…"

Eric's in a transition to two different meetings, being followed by the balding Erudite man as he tramples the halls of Dauntless. A sheet is passed to him and he skims over it briefly before shoving it back.

"The statistics show that this is where a lot of Divergents fail, so we concentrated all our efforts-"

"Sir, the report on the wall you requested." A Dauntless soldier appears to his left.

Eric's at the brink of insanity, being followed by a trail of ants all tipping bucket loads of information on him, all at the same time. He took the stairs hoping they would leave him to his own devices, but that didn't seem to work either. He glares at them from time to time to hopefully warn them.

In no time at all he's trailing the corridor near the meeting rooms, throwing the door open to a table of Erudite and other Dauntless members. The blondie's here.

He smiles to himself.

"Let's get this done, shall we?" he gestures to the room, not taking his eyes off the sheepish woman. A smirk forms as he takes a seat and kicks his legs out under the table. "I'm busy, so make it quick."

"Okay," says an older woman from Erudite who stands. She looks nervous, in fact, everyone was nervous around him lately. "There's new equipment Jeanine wants to be discussed, and also the rota for policing our faction. She doesn't want anything like what had happened here to happen at Erudite."

"So, you came here to insult me?" He sits forwards. "You think we aren't capable?"

"No, but Jeanine doesn't want-"

"Jeanine this, fucking Jeanine fucking that. I'm talking to you, actually, I'm talking to all of you noses here. I want straight to the point facts and plans. But most of all, I don't want to be continuously interrupted by Erudite. I have enough with Max falling into retirement early to be dealing with stupid, unimportant credentials that I seriously couldn't give the slightest shit about." The room is deadly silent. "We will deal with the policing how we see fit. The equipment to be discussed is an Erudite matter, not mine, and certainly not right now. So, now we are clear, what more do you want? … Could this not have been put into an email and sent to me?"

"Well-" The lady is interrupted by the door opening and Lauren looking a little flustered.

She scans the room before landing on him frantically, "Eric."

"What? … What now?" he rolls his eyes.

"You need to come, now!"

In his confusion and her urgency, he stands. "Next time I want it all in writing, that's an order. Meeting dismissed."

Jeanine can stamp her little feet all she liked.

Lauren untraditionally pulls Eric and shoves him into his office, closing the door quickly behind her. "Just try to keep a clear head…" she begs of him, biting her lip and almost whimpering at the thought.

"What? Fucking tell me, Lauren."

"You told me to keep an eye on Amity, right? Well, Abbey's…"

"Abbey's, what?"

"She's - she's in the Amity Hospice… She's sick… really sick… it's bad."

Eric's behind his desk, grabbing at his phone and other random items before he turns to walk past her. The guilt seems to shake him, his earlier thoughts were atrocious while Abbey was apparently unwell without his knowledge. He almost wants to vomit or gauge his own fucking eyes out.

"Eric…" Lauren's voice is unusually softer this time, forcing him to look at her. He immediately sees there's some hidden information that's going to really blow his shit.

"She's… They're saying…" She can't find the right words. It wasn't even her place to say. "She's pregnant."

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