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Together Or Not At All

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summary: Your first day with your new roommates.

A/N: This is a first of many drabbles about how living with these chaotic boys will look like. It’s a story written by us together with @jamneuromain

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First meeting/moving in;

Johnny being the flirt he is, flirts with you as soon as you walk through the door. You were slightly surprised by this…greeting since the human torch was only in a towel, clearly just having showered, his hair was still dripping slightly while you could make out steam surrounding his body. You felt like you just swallowed your own tongue, watching him approach you. Being unable to meet his gaze you tried to stutter something coherent out. “Hi-yhm-I-“ “I’m Johnny, pleasure to meet you sweetheart”, he grinned, but Jake quickly interfered, seeing as you were already on Johnny's radar. He swatted him across the back of his head, stepping between you two, even though your gaze lingered for a moment on Johnny's steamy body.“Hi I’m Jake-my room is right next to yours. Let me help you with your suitcase…es? How many do you have”, he mumbled quietly, looking behind you at the luggage you were dragging with you. A soft giggle escaped your lips, while you shook his hand introducing yourself. For a moment you looked into his pretty blue eyes, this time it wasn’t you who tried to avoid eye contact. Jake was flustered, even though he tried not to show it. “Just a few”, with that you grabbed one of the suitcases. Jake grabbed the other one you were reaching for and swatting your hand away. “Let me, you don’t have to. Not when we’re around”, he smiled and took another one in his other hand. Johnny wanted to help with the last suitcase but he was scared his towel would fall, quietly cursing to himself. Just when you wanted to come back for the last one, it slowly started rolling to your room. “What-“, gasping as you looked around, seeing another guy standing at the end of the corridor, an unsure smile on his lips. He didn’t say anything, just waved at you, before disappearing around the corner. The corners of your mouth twitched upwards, watching him walk away. “Oh, yeah that’s Nick. He’s a bit shy, but really a nice guy…unless he and Johnny are in the same room. Then it gets chaotic”, Jake smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder for a moment. He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush, before quickly pulling away. “So-yeah, I-I’ll be in my room. It was nice helping you-I mean, meeting you. It was nice meeting you”, with that he walked into his room, shaking his head about himself. Of course he had to say something stupid.

Not even an hour later was a quiet and gentle knock on your door. You assumed it could be Jake since his room was next to yours and johnny definitely didn’t seem like a person that even knew what knocking or personal space was. And nick…nick definitely wouldn’t come to you. He was definitely a shy person.

“Come in”, you said cheerfully, putting away your clothes in the wardrobe. “Hi, I wanted to introduce myself, I’m Steve”, said a raspy deep voice. Definitely not Jake. After you turned around your smile widened. Oh wow, these guys all looked like tasty eye candy. Steve was buff. Definitely more muscular than the rest of them. Did he even fit in the doorframe?

“Hi Steve, nice to meet you”, you said, letting your gaze linger on his hands that were casually holding onto his belt, while he leaned against your doorframe. “I thought we could maybe have dinner tonight-I mean all of us”, he added quickly, feeling his face heat up. You giggled, nodding. “Perfect. But maybe Johnny should wear some real clothes this time”, at your words Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah I’ll talk to him. He’s just…to be honest I don’t even know. It’s Johnny. He’s always like that”, his words made you laugh and he definitely really enjoyed hearing this sound. “Seven good for you?” You nodded once again, watching the man leave your room.

On time you went to the dining room, where Steve was currently bringing a ton of take out, putting it all on the table. You laughed quietly. “I’m not a good cook, none of us are, actually…so it’s take out. I hope you don’t mind?”, he said apologetically. Grinning you grabbed a fry out of one of the containers, biting into it. The only answer Steve got was a smirk and wink, making his insides tingle. God, you were only a few hours here and he already felt like he was developing a crush on you. You didn’t seem to notice his gaze, sitting down next to him, with another empty chair next to you. Oh boy. He could tell this wouldn’t end well.

And he was right.

Only a few minutes later he could hear heavy steps and bickering, also some grunting which was probably caused from an elbow to the ribs. “Johnny you idiot-stop it”, Jake's hushed voice was louder than intended, while the two walked into the room, quickly trying to grab the chair next to you. You didn’t say anything, but giggled into your hand. It’s already pretty funny and chaotic living with them. After just a few hours…the next few months are probably gonna be interesting. “Johnny, Jake. Both of you, the other side”, said Steve finally before they’d really embarrass themselves by pulling at the chair…or with whatever else they’d come up with. He was definitely surprised how immature these guys could be. Thankfully Nick was such a quiet and calm guy (spoiler alert; it will change.)

When nick came into the room he sat down next to you, giving you a quick smile, before starting eating, while you all had a few light conversations. He didn’t say much and you also noticed he ate pretty quickly. Only a few minutes later he finished his food, saying his goodbyes and going straight to his room. “We have dessert nick-“, Steve tried to change his mind but he was already gone. You couldn’t stop yourself from wincing slightly. Was he uncomfortable around you? “Don’t worry, he’s just…he had it rough, you know? So he kinda…”, Steve sighed beside you, gently putting his hand onto your arm. “He spends most of his time in his room”, added Jake, while Johnny nodded. You could feel your heart ache.

Grabbing two plates with cake, you smiled at the boys. “It was really nice but I’ll try to talk to him. Maybe he just needs for someone to take the first step”, they all watched you walk out of the room.

And they definitely enjoyed it.

You knocked on Nick's door. “Please Steve-I said I don’t-“ “And if it’s not Steve?”, you asked unsure, opening his door and stepping inside. Hearing your voice nick quickly stood up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to leave like that-””Don’t worry nick. We all like our personal space…I just thought you’d like your cake-Johnny kinda looked at it like a predator looking at his prey, so I assumed you wouldn’t be able to get a taste of it later”, you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. It really made him chuckle, while you gave him his plate. For a moment you two were quiet, just looking at each other. Assuming he doesn’t want you to be there you grabbed the door handle. Just then did Nick clear his throat. “Stay-I mean, if…if you’d like to…I wouldn’t mind the company”, with that you two sat down on his bed. The atmosphere was still a bit tense, so you started talking about some embarrassing old memories to make him laugh-and you did. By the time you are your cakes Nick had to wipe away his tears from the laughing and his stomach hurt.

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steviebbboi · 3 months ago

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The Defiance

Pairing: Nick Gant x Original Female Character (OFC)

Summary:

Adroits. The myth of a single individual holding multiple talents. The Division agency thought they could control them. All of the 'mutants'. Clara Miller plans to take charge on this war. Most people called it, The Defiance. [ONE-SHOT]

Disclaimer(s): I do not own Push nor do I own any characters other than Clara! I wrote this in 2014 when I was but a wee lad - that said, I edited this best I could lol but this work is unbeta'd.

Warnings: This has some mild depictions of violence/violent acts/harm against others. Largely angst and action ahead, not much romance but maybe if you squint!

Additional Note: We need more Nick Gant fics! Cassie isn't featured but she is mentioned!

A shout full of anger, determination and pride seeped into her middle ear. It amplified to the point where she couldn't even cover her ears anymore. She ceased in her frantic movements and finally lay still on the ground…numbing into the abyss of limbo.

Clara gasped as she came out of the vision. A tear rolled down her cheek out of absolute fright. She looked down at her hands where the broken plate in her vision held still intact, yet ready to drop. Her face turned pale as she realized that she envisioned her own fate.

With a shaky breath, she put the plate back in the sink, not even bothering to turn off the tap. She raced upstairs, filled up her duffel with anything that she could put her hands on. The pounding on her door could be heard once she had reached the bottom of the stairs. She quickly ran outside and hid behind the large garbage disposal.

Clara held her breath as a Bleeder peered outside. He swept his gaze over the dark backyard carefully before he went back inside. Releasing a relieved exhale, she then waited an hour till she knew that they were gone. Clara knew what she had to do next.

She needed to find Cassie Holmes.

6 months later…

Panting slightly, Clara rested her hands on her knees. Japan, London-- Paris. She went everywhere to look for Cassie Holmes. Yet, she didn't appear.

“She could have a shadow on her.” She groaned softly at the realization. An intense pressure abruptly crashed on her as she reeled forward as the next vision hit. It went as quickly as it came. This time, it was on a more positive note. She and Cassie were talking. Actually talking.

Catching her breath, she ran down another hidden alleyway within the depths of the Hong Kong region. No idea of where she was really going, just had the ideal focus that she would find her way or stumble upon her next clue. Faintly hearing footsteps behind her, Clara picked up the pace and settled behind a dumpster. She found herself peeking out to check the vacant space to see if it was clear of danger. Thinking that she’s in the clear, she stumbled upon the public area once more into a street market.

Shouts and tones of demand echoed the streets as she noticed apartment complexes standing just up ahead. A weird knowing feeling took over her body with a shudder. Her intuition taking over her body, she started towards this 5-story tall building and approached the gray shadowed hallway. Walking slowly, she walked past steel doors one by one until she felt her feet stop in front of the last one.

Clara turned to face the door and cocked her head to the right. Another brief vision hit her of a white man and Cassie standing in the very spot that she was standing. Her vision blurred out into black before she opened her eyes, not even noticing when she closed them. She so desperately wished her visions could show her more of a scene. But her visions were only as strong as she was capable of being.

Feeling a sense of alert, she hesitantly knocked. She heard footsteps and then a brief pause behind the door. As the door opened, Clara refrained from letting a laugh out but she couldn’t help but smile in relief. Even if a gun was now being pointed at her.

"You could put it down. I'm not Division." She tried not to be offended when he still didn't lower the gun.

"Who are you?" The man questioned warily.

She simply stared back at the man and responded awkwardly, "My name is Clara Miller.”

The man looked closely at her before tucking the gun into his jeans. "What do you want?" He bluntly asked.

She fidgeted a bit before responding. "I...I'm just looking for someone-"

Clara drew back a bit as and exhaled sharply as another brief vision hit. It showed the man. He sat up on his bed and sighed. He got up and Moved the cup that was on his bedside table all the way over to the kitchen sink. It cut to him moving a small black box. Clara felt her own body jump back into the present with a jolt of shock at what she Saw. She needed that box.

"You're a second generation Mover." She spewed out on impulse.

The man didn't look surprised. "And you're a Watcher. Fantastic.”

Clara cleared her throat at his derision and looked at his placid face through her eyelashes. "I'm currently looking for someone. Her name…–her name is Cassie Holmes...would you happen to know where she is? It's really important."

At hearing her plight, he seemed to clench his jaw in a threatening stance but suddenly changed back into a calm demeanor.

Clara’s eyes widened before narrowing into a knowing gaze, “Gotcha.” She thought to herself.

The man met her narrowed gaze with one of his own before answering, "Sorry, can't help you. I have no idea who the girl is."

She looked at her feet disappointed. Naively, she thought that he would cooperate. Although she was intimidated by the man’s blaise denial, she was suddenly flooded with a burst of confidence. Looking back into his eyes with a determined glint, she responded, "You see, I can't help but not believe you."

They stared at each other in silence and after a few seconds, she interrupted the tension brewing in the space. "I am, sorry, about this." She muttered quietly.

Clara quickly reached into her beach bag and pulled out a gun. Only, it hovered in mid air with a simple thrust of her hands.

The guy’s eyes widened slightly at the move, but he quickly composed himself. Letting out a reluctant sigh, he put his hands up. All while keeping her eyes on him, Clara reached out towards the gun in his pants, grabbed it and tossed it into her bag. She proceeded to move into the dingy apartment as the man moved back slowly.

"Thought you said you were a Watcher." He stated, gazing intensely at Clara.

She shook her head slowly, "No. You did."

She came inside and shut the door without using her hands. She kept the gun pointed at him, as she rummaged through his drawers, filled with clothes, money, and endless amounts of junk and dust. Clara stopped tersely before slamming her hands atop the drawer table. She made a sound in the back of her throat which resembled a whimper.

"It should be here," she muttered repetitively.

Now out of focus, the gun fell and Moved into the man's hands as he used her distraction to manipulate the gun. He immediately pointed it at Clara. Getting her body ready for a fight, she turned with her hands posed before she heard the click of the gun that seemed to make her pause momentarily.

"How did you know that 'it' was supposed to be here?" He asked menacingly.

She sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes, "YOU said that I was the Watcher. Remember?"

"But you never denied it." The man carried a smirk on his face and quickly retorted with complete confidence.

Clara blankly looked at him and realized that she was beaten at her own game. She was hit, again, with superfluous colors that specified an image; it kept rolling like a film in her head. That's when she froze and stared at the man with incredulous eyes.

"What is it?" He asked hesitantly.

"You're him. You do know Cassie...the person I'm looking for,” Clara paused at her realization. “You lied to me... you're Nick Gant."

Nick stared at Clara with a grimace until he pointed 2 firing shots into the ceiling above her and quickly pointed the gun at her again. “Move.” He ordered.

Clara, having shrunken back slightly at the abrupt sound, flinched and stood up straight as he jabbed the gun at her once more. She silently stood up straight and walked towards the door. Before she could open it, he told her to wait.

Nick went in front of her, still securing her place with his gaze, and slightly opened the door while looking left and right to secure the perimeter. He opened the door wide before motioning at her to move forward. Clara looked down at her feet with a clenched jaw before stiffly moving out of the dingy apartment. Nick silently motioned for her to go downstairs to the exit of the complex.

Once they reached the streets and sidewalks of Hong Kong, Nick put the gun in the front of his waistband while forcibly gripping Clara’s forearm and said to her quietly, “Let’s go.”

They were quiet for some time until Clara mustered up the courage to ask, “Where’s Cassie?”

They faltered in their step a bit as Nick slowly gathered into a secluded area of the street. He gripped Clara’s arm tighter to face him. He clenched his teeth and said, “I don’t know.”

She looked at him for a second in bewilderment. “You don’t know?” she stated rather than asked.

Nick looked in her eyes and proceeded to throw her off, “She left. 2 years ago. I woke up and she was gone.”

Clara began to shake her head, “No, no– that can’t be. I Saw you with her.”

Nick frowned but grabbed her arm again in shock, “What-- where?! Tell me.”

“Ow! I don’t know! Why do you think I came to your apartment?! I knew that I had to go to your door…don’t ask me why but…I just felt that I could trust you.” She spoke as she looked into his eyes but then drifted her gaze down to her arm that he was grabbing tightly and looked back at him. “Though, I’m less sure of that now.” She told him smartly.

Nick looked at his hand and let go of her arm, slowly. “I’m sorry, it’s just hard to trust anyone these days. You know why.”

Clara rotated her arm at instinct and broke the intense moment. “Relax. As I said before, I’m not Division. I’m running from them myself.”

Nick fixed his stare as if he remembered something. “Right. That little stunt you pulled before. I didn’t think people like you actually existed.”

She retorted, “People like me?”

“Yes. You know damn well what I mean. Adroits.” He sneered back at her.

Clara staggered back at his brutal tone. Adroits. Very able or skilled. That was how people like her were described. People who were…multi- talented. Adroits were a mere story. A myth. Nobody truly believed they existed in the mutant world. Well, except a few people. Those people are Division. Adroits were listed at Divisions’ top priority list. They halt whatever and whoever they would be working on, just for that small alert on the location of an Adroit. That’s how Clara came to this situation. Someone either reported on her somehow or something else tipped them off to her location.

She stared down at the wet pavement morose and explained, “Someone tipped them off. Neighbor or stranger—I don’t know. But they know me now. I had to run. After I left, I arrived in Japan. I was hit by a vision of me with a blonde girl. The blonde girl. Cassie Holmes. Everyone knows about the two of you, you know. The people who defied Division rule,” Nick didn’t respond to her comment other than tilt his head away briefly before silently signaling for her to continue. “I don’t know where we were but I knew I was intoxicated. I don’t know what it was but she was gripping my head, repeatedly reassuring me, “”It’s alright, Clara. It’s over.” “

She stopped talking to draw her gaze up to his face. Tears were over the edge of her eyes, waiting to fall as she continued, “I keep having the same exact vision and I think it’s because I’m getting closer to her. In my visions, she was also gripping a key. I felt it…right on my temple. I thought she and it would be here.” Her voice broke on the last word and she swallowed down a sob. “That’s what I was looking for earlier but it was never there, was it?” Tears now spilling down her cheeks, she wiped at her face despondent.

Nick quickly softened at Clara’s tearful expression, and was finally looking at her. He saw a woman. A terrified woman who feared for her life, who was confused, disoriented and heading towards the brink of falling over the cliff of panic. Maybe she already fell.

A flash of a young, 13-year old Cassie asking for his help came into his mind. Clara didn’t realize that the similarities between the woman in front of him and of Cassie six years ago is what ultimately made Nick decide to help her.

She let out a small, dry sob. “Please. I don’t know what’s going on and what it has to do with me. I just need to find Cassie and the key, please.”

A flood of empathy had Nick pulling the woman he barely knew into his chest and into his embrace.

“I’ll help you. Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” He whispered as he rested his hand on the back of her head.

Clara proceeded to let out small sobs while her shoulders shook. The two stayed in that position for a long time until Clara sniffed and relaxed enough to put her hand on his arm around her. “Thank you.” She looked up at him and gave him a grateful smile.

Nick nodded with a frown and came out of his slight stupor, taking his arms away from her. “We need to go to a safe place, ok? I have a feeling now that my apartment isn’t exactly ideal.”

She shrugged half-heartedly, “Sorry about that.” Nick looked at her and let out a small laugh, “C’mon, I think I know a place where we can go for now,” while slowly jogging away with her following.

“So, what’s this key you’re talkin’ about?” Nick asked her as they seated inside a Chinese, dim-sum restaurant, eating silently. He figured that they would need to replenish their energy after such a charged first meeting.

Clara ate her food quickly as she was famished and all before responding, “I’m not sure. I just know that it was there at the time. As an…Adroit—,” she stopped shortly before saying the word, “I could feel, well, essentially See, the emotional attachment that one would have to things, people…I mean, the list could go on.”

“Huh,” Nick let out in wonderment. “Can you sense the relationship between me and this bowl?” He teased curiously, half-joking to add brevity to the tension brewing.

Clara swallowed her food quickly, “No. But I could see the relationship you have with this food in front of us,” she leaned her arms on the table. “I could see that you would go without eating for days due to your financial struggles. I could feel the hunger you had to endure to survive and the suffering you feel when you look at food. Specifically, dim-sum, because this is your favorite. Isn’t it?” Clara knowingly ended while resuming to eat.

Nick simply stared at her with his mouth slightly ajar. “You’re good.” He spoke after a few seconds, choosing to ignore her tellings, interrupting the depressing tone set around them.

“I’m flattered. I’m still a 2nd generation, you know.” She responded sarcastically.

“Clearly, well done.” His tone matched hers. She merely smiled at him before going back to her food.

“Do you have any idea of where Cassie would have gone?” Nick asked.

“Honestly, no. However, I still feel her energy surging through the streets. That means that she is currently here. In Hong Kong.” Clara told him while finishing her food and getting up, preparing to leave.

Nick looked up at her while also getting up, throwing down a few bills. “So, she’s definitely here. Makes you wonder why.”

Clara looked at him and said, “For you.” Nick stopped to look at her in confusion. “Nick, there’s something out there. A war is coming. It’s between Division and us. The ‘mutants’. It’s spreading and quickly. Now, it seems like Division is winning. They’re coming for everyone, Nick and maybe. Just maybe, Cassie picked up on this to warn you. To let you know that it’s coming.”

Nick stared at Clara as she continued walking down the dimly lit street. “What is this war? Why?”

Clara slowed down until they were right next to each other. “Division seems to have concentrated some type of antidote. Before, they’d do anything to hunt us down to experiment. Well they don’t need to anymore. They seem to be using it on unsuspecting mutants and rumors are that it works. Now, we all know that being like…this, isn’t exactly easy,” Nick hummed in agreement.

“However, these gifts make us who we are. We may not like it, we may be confused on how to live with it, but it’s apart of us. Division wants to suddenly take it away? We wouldn’t tolerate that and you know it. We’re stubborn and for the sake of us, we’re fighting back.” Clara ended with a certain vindication that Nick couldn’t help but admire.

A prideful smile grew on his face as he realized that he couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. It was about time.

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